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Continuing directly on from where chapter 32 left off, this is another one that has been difficult to get out. Maybe it’s not truly ‘writers block’ more a concern that in trying to develop and be real to the characters, I may not have ‘sexed it up’ as much as some readers would like.

But it is what it is. One for the followers of this series, certainly. As for the casual reader, I’m not so sure.

I can just hope you’ll like it anyway.

*****

As I lay there with my shaft still deeply immersed in her, I could see Liddy was both intrigued and confused by my assertion that she was the one responsible for all the orgasms she’d just had. That confusion quickly manifested itself in words…

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Well, you just came up and took the first one; which don’t get me wrong, is absolutely fantastic. You could have done that any time to any lover in the last forty years.”

“Maybe, but I never found Max standing around in the kitchen nearly naked with an erection. But what about the others?”

“Well, I just fingered you to the second. There’s nothing too clever I did for that. But you’re the one who gave me permission to do so and drove me crazy with desire to want to. And I’ll come back to the standing around naked and aroused issue.”

Liddy smiled and raised her eyebrows at me.

“Were you really that crazy with a desire to finger me?”

“Absolutely. And eat you out too. You offered yourself to me legs invitingly apart in that tiny sexy bikini with a wet camel toe folded into your crease and a beautiful breast display. I wasn’t kidding when I said I could nearly cum just by looking at you. What man isn’t going to respond to that?”

“I can think of one or two. But anyway what about the last two. You did those.”

“Not really. I might try and do certain things to stimulate you. But frankly I haven’t really got a clue whether they’re working. I don’t know if I’m hitting the right spot or not and every woman’s a little bit different. You’re the one who has to be excited enough that what I’m doing works and, I can only suspect, adjust your own position a little to help it.

I’ve always been a bit nervous about the whole go the animal thing. But it seems to me that it works because my heightened sexual excitement is shared by the girls and it makes them more responsive. And maybe, by them talking about it with you, your expectations were raised and you were responsive to that too. After all, the whole things going to flop if the woman’s lying there thinking… ‘hurry up and get it over with will you’.”

Liddy laughed.

“That sounds like a playback of my ‘lie back and think of America’ comment.”

“I knew you were joking with that one. I’ll be honest Liddy. I know I’ve found myself in a rather special situation. Look at the way we’re talking. I could never bring myself to have this frank a conversation with [my late wife] Alison. And that’s largely because I doubt she would have willingly participated. From what you’ve said, the same probably applied to Max.

It’s largely the girls have brought this about, really starting with Issie, who never beat around the bush on these things. They sort of sexualised the whole environment and suddenly what wasn’t possible became possible, including talking honestly. And in the end, that facilitated me being discovered standing around at the galley with an erection when you got up and you being willing to act on that.”

“They told me they sexually tease you to keep you at your peak. In fact, from what they told me, it seems a wonder you don’t have a permanent erection.”

“They weren’t lying. It works too; although I was aware of the effect even when I was married.

You’ve been fairly honest about giving me insights to your marital sex, so I suppose I can give you insights into mine without feeling I’m slighting Alison’s memory. We had an active sex life right up to the time she got sick. But there were plenty of times in the later years I was trying to bang away at her with not much of an erection. It didn’t always come up when I wanted it too and didn’t stay as hard as I might have liked.

A couple of times my daughter arranged to take a group of her Uni friends out on the yacht for a picnic at a beach up the harbour. Alison and I were entertaining a dozen, beautiful, really lovely young women dressed in nothing more than tiny bikinis. They were nice kids. We knew most of them from previous visits to our house and on the yacht they interacted with us well and didn’t treat us as though we had leprosy. They also weren’t scared about getting close and personal when, say, I was supervising them while they had a steer of the boat or showing them how to use a winch.

I can tell you, the fastest growing and hardest erections I’d had in quite a while were for the week or two after one of those trips. It wasn’t that I was thinking of having sex with one of them. It was just that being in such a sexualised environment somehow gave me a hormone boost. It was better than an elixir of youth.

Alison could dikmen escort have the same effect on me if she decided to dress attractively. But like a lot of women, there came a time she sort of decided she was too old to flaunt it, even if she still had a lot to flaunt. So I sort of lost my hormone boost from that direction and had to find it where I could.

And as for what the girls do with what they call their ‘fuck me’ bikinis and sexual playfulness, all I can do is repeat that it works. If you’d told me two years ago I’d be able to sustain having sex two or three times a day I’d have laughed at you.

And normally I can’t even hope to stimulate a g spot with my shaft unless it’s rock hard. So again, if the girls enjoy sex with me, it’s largely of their doing, not mine.”

Liddy put on a very intentionally cheeky voice, to offer…

“So, I only get good sex if I dress like a tart.”

All I could do was smile broadly.

“Oow, I don’t think I want to even start to go there. It sounds like pretty dangerous territory for a male. All I can say it that you seem to have discovered that you like certain things about yourself and that does good things for me. But ultimately, it’s your body and your choice.”

Liddy nudged me in the flank.

“That was a cowardly answer.”

“Absolutely. You live a lot longer that way.”

Through all this I’d remained hard and penetrated in Liddy. It wasn’t entirely my doing. The sexualised conversation and her playful attitude towards it had helped. So was the fact she was squeezing down her sex on it occasionally. She cheekily raised her hips and ground her mons on my pubis.

“It’s still hard. Does it want more?”

“Well, it always wants more, but there’s a difference between wanting more and sustaining itself for more. It’s still enjoying the afterglow of the last one, but there no substance behind it.”

“If I put that bikini back on and sat on your face, would that give it substance?”

“I don’t think that a spent erection can ever reacquire substance. But with sufficient provocation it can be induced to surrender its existence to make room for a new one; and that might well be sufficient provocation. But it sounds to me as if you’re the one who wants more.”

“I don’t know. I once asked the girls if they really wanted sex every day, let alone multiple times a day. It seemed like a guy fantasy that just didn’t seem normal for a woman to want. And yet look at me now…I’m not sure… but I think I do. I’m not sure I’m satisfied enough yet to give you back to the other girls. Which actually sort of accords with what the girls said about the fear of missing out.”

“It’s been a long time for you, so it’s nothing to feel guilty about. But you’re being a bit hard on guys. I’ve never had a fantasy about having sex multiple times a day, nearly every day. Occasionally, for a dirty weekend with my wife, maybe. But on a sustained basis, definitely never. If you’d told me in advance that, if I touched one of the girls on the yacht I’d be subject to some sort of Greek mythological type curse that required me to service each of them daily, I have run away in fear.”

Liddy playfully dug me in the ribs again.

“Fear of the sex or fear of not being able to perform?”

“Definitely both. And I still don’t know how I do it, except to be able to honestly say, yet again, it’s the girls that do it.”

By now I had gone soft enough it was time to withdraw. I lifted my hips, letting the residue of my erection slide out of her. Liddy signalled for me to roll off her onto my side and as I did that, she sat up, getting me to roll further onto my back.

“I’ll deal with this.”

Liddy slipped the used condom off me – capturing my cum in the saggy end – picked up her bikini pants from the foot of the bunk and disappeared out of the cabin.

When she returned, she had a fresh pair of the postage stamp like mini bikini pants on; the same stretched string and tiny swatch of material style, except these were in a hot pink. She also had a wet cloth in her hands, which she proceeded to use to gently, but very thoroughly, clean my manhood. She took her time too; the warmth of the cloth and the tenderness with which she went about it sensitising my cock to an extent I wouldn’t have thought possible after so recently having had sex with her.

Chucking the cloth into the corner near the door, she stood alongside my head. With her hands above her head placed flat on the roof of the cabin, she slowly and very provocatively swayed her hips with an open legged, thrust forward, stance. With the low bunk, that resulted in her mons being virtually right above my face as it oscillated sexily across my line of vision. Liddy was looking down at me, a broad cheeky smile lighting up her face.

Whether she’d pressed it there to excite me, or it was naturally how it sat, I wasn’t sure; but a pronounced camel toe ran through the tiny crotch.

I didn’t want to stop the dance; but nor did I wish to lie there like emek escort a stunned mullet. Grinning back, I pushed my finger into the camel toe, letting my hand move with the sway of her hips; teasing her as I lightly rubbed it. It must have had a nice effect on her because her nipples tightened and jutted as I watched.

She bore down on my finger; making a dip of her hips a part of her dance.

“I think it might be time to sit on your face.”

“Sit away.”

“How do I do it?”

“You’ve never done it before?”

“No.”

“That depends which way you want to face. Straddle my shoulders and just have the front of your crotch overlap my chin. You know you don’t have to wear the pants don’t you.”

“Yes but I’ve never done this before. It makes me feel less shy that they’re there. You can do what you want with them, but I feel better starting this way; especially as I thought you liked them.”

“They’re beautiful and very sexy. If you’d like them there, that’s all that matters.”

Still, swaying her hips to an imaginary beat with my finger following every move, Liddy complied; kneeling over me in a provocative dance before lowering herself closer to my lips. I lifted my head and wrapped my mouth comfortably around her mons. A bit like Amy’s her mons consisted of a sexually suggestive narrow prominent bulge, with a tight turn at it’s base; just right for wrapping your lips around. I forced my tongue deeply into the crease in her pants and sliding it up and down the thin unlined material over where I knew her clit was. Getting a better sense of where the obviously swollen bud now lay, I turned the tip of my tongue up to it; alternatively flicking it and pushing the quickly wet material of her pants down to mould around it.

Liddy quivered around on top of me without moving much, the little constant stream of ‘oooowwww’ telling me I was hitting the right spot.

After a while, I dropped my mouth away as I came up for air; bringing my fingers up to continue stimulating her while enjoying the view I had of her bud, sheathed as it was in the finest most ductile spandex.

Liddy managed to get some words out between her moans.

“Ned, how do I do a 69?”

“You know that’s where you’re sucking my cock while I’m tonguing and sucking you, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Turn around and bend down over me.”

Liddy took a moment to face the other way. As she settled over me, she commented…

“Does that mean my ass is over your nose?”

“Sort of.”

“Oh my, I’m even more glad I’ve got the bikini pants on now. I don’t think I could do it otherwise.”

Which rather amused me, because she was about to stick my cock in her mouth, but was more worried by the proximity of her ass to my nose.

As she bent over, I noticed these were slightly different pants to her red ones; having a two inch wide strip of material through the back of them – folded deeply into her crack – which flared out to a whale tail at the waistband, instead of the crack floss more commonly associated with thong swimwear. Which in some ways made them even sexier from the point of view I then found myself in; even more so because of the nicely rounded, firm ,olive skinned glutes that framed them.

Liddy ran her hand down my stomach until she reached my manhood. By then it had started to recover from its earlier exercise. It was sensitive and less than flaccid; even if not exactly hard. Her first touch of it was delightful; just a little burst of pleasure. As I felt her lips surround the tip, I lay my head back and let out a little groan as it engorged and hardened into her mouth.

If Liddy hadn’t done this before I wasn’t exactly expecting her to deep throat me. But I could tell she was putting her heart and soul into making the most of it to pleasure me; with half its length going in and out of her mouth as both her lips and tongue were applied to stimulate it, while all the while sucking furiously on it.

At first I had her bum rising and falling in front of me with every suck of my cock. It was a delightful and very stimulating view – especially in that tiny bikini and more so because of the way it wrapped itself seductively around her bulging mound. But it made it impossible for me to stimulate her with anything but my finger. She must have sensed that I tried a few times to bring my lips to her crotch only to collide with her retuning bum or have it run away from me as she sucked me in, because she changed her technique to one that reduced the movement.

That let me suck on the turn of her mound again, forcing my tongue up against her clit. I figured Liddy was now sufficiently engaged down the other end that she wouldn’t mind if I exposed her down my end; pulling the tiny strip of material aside to let me flick my tongue directly against the flesh of her engorged bud.

Her labia were swelled up and open like a flower in bloom and her sex was clearly receptive. There seemed to residual lube on her clit from our earlier engagement. Tenderly, eryaman escort I penetrated her with my finger, finding her sex also still well lubricated; both with her own juices and what was left over from before.

With first one finger, then a second, I sought out where I thought her g spot lay; raking my finger firmly against it as I continued to flick my tongue on her clit.

If this was Ellen, I be in danger of getting squirted in the face as she came. Fortunately – although only on a sample size of one – Liddy hadn’t yet shown any inclination to this.

I heard and felt Liddy moan onto my shaft in her mouth. I’d found the right spot!

As I took the flesh of her clit between my lips and flicked the tip of it with my tongue, she started squirming on top of me; even more so as I reached out with my spare hand to play with her already jutting right nipple. There was every indication this was going to be another quick climax for her. Just as well, because I could already feel the first indication my balls starting to brew up for mine.

Suddenly Liddy started deep throating me; every swallow accompanied by a little gag at the end. Even though it was powerfully stimulating, I hated that she might be doing because she felt obliged. I managed to mutter between the lips I had wrapped around her clit…

“You don’t have to go that deep”

Immediately followed by an urgent…

“Oh god I’m about to cum.”

I only just managed to hold it while Liddy deep throated me twice more. Virtually simultaneously with the feeling of my shaft being withdrawn from her mouth, my body convulsed and I dropped my head back and let out an almighty moan as I released.

I could feel Liddy keep pumping me with her hand as my ropes of cum squirted pleasurably up the length of my shaft; all while I still had my finger up her sex pleasuring her g spot and had brought my thumb up to her clit to take up where my tongue – now too busy moaning – had left off.

I closed my eyes, groaning as I enjoyed the after surges of my climax while Liddy continued to gently pump my still hard shaft, letting my fingers pleasure Liddy almost on auto pilot. As my body released my brain from its excessive focus on my own enjoyment, I put more effort into Liddy’s; putting more pressure on her g spot, tweaking her nipple just that little bit harder and working my tongue furiously against her clit. It took a bit longer, but she suddenly froze and tensed as she gave out a cute little “ou” and rested her head down on the residue of my erection as I could feel her body contract in climax.

She held herself there until it had passed. Then she turned herself around and lay down on top of me. As her face came into view I could see my cum dripping off her eyebrow and the tip of her nose. She saw me looking at it and smiled.

“You guys like squirting all over girls’ faces don’t you?”

“I think sometimes us guys get a bad rap. That’s very sweet of you, but you don’t have to do that on my account. It’s not that big an issue for me. In fact it’s not really an issue at all.”

“OK.”

Liddy got up and picked up the damp cloth from the floor; wiping her face with it before settling back on top of me.

“That was beautiful Ned. I was always a bit scared of oral sex, but you make it seem simple.”

“It is, but you only do it, or let me do it to you, if you enjoy it.”

“I know and I did.”

Liddy rested on me pensively for a moment.

“I don’t think I was spilling any secrets when I admitted to you I actually asked the girls why they wanted so much sex. I admitted to them, it didn’t accord with my prejudices about women’s’ sex drive.

It was Amy who answered first. She basically said that after being trapped in an abusive and loveless relationship for over a decade, the relationship with you made her feel like she was 18 and full of rampaging hormones again. It was just all so new and novel that she just wanted to give vent to what she felt. She originally thought she could never trust or have a relationship with a man again, so to find such love and feel such trust was like taking the lid off a shaken soda bottle.

But you know, I think in a way the fact that it’s a polygamous relationship might have helped her. It sort of gave her a “safety in girl numbers” security feel, even if she doesn’t always want to share you. And I can sort of relate to that. I found myself wanting male company but being careful about relationships. Being admitted to the ‘girl club’ you have on your boat and hearing all about you from them before I gave myself physically or emotionally to you overcame some of those reservations.”

I couldn’t help but raise with Liddy the issue that has always worried me about Amy…

“But doesn’t that just confirm my fear that I’m taking advantage of a damaged person?”

“No, let me overlay my own experience here. Amy made an entirely rational decision to be wary of men. That doesn’t mean she’s damaged. Just that she’s learnt a lesson. But her decision to give herself so much to you was also entirely rational. She found a safe space and one that lets her give full vent to her feelings. You should be pleased she feels that way. She’s a smart girl and has learnt not to suffer indignities rather than walk away from them. She’s perfectly capable of deciding that it’s no longer working for her; but that’s not her present decision.”

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Writing from Detroit, a few weeks after the fact, I’m still wet and hungry for more. I’m a greedy girl when it comes to sex. I just can’t help it.

It took me a full week to recover from New York City. The sex I had was like a million beams of light swirling around me. Illuminating me making feel beautiful and radiant. Looking back on it, it’s a rare delicious treat I will probably never have again.

It changed me, gave me a taste of what I wanted. Two men, an idea I’m still very enamored with. If I could find two men to willing share me, I’d be in heaven.

I’m also a switch and a really enjoy both roles, equally. I can not ever seem to sate both sides.

Two men, One a virtual stranger. I met Alex over a year ago online, so he wasn’t truly a stranger I just never saw him face to face. He’s a smaller man usually I go for but there’s just something about him that makes me wet and loved all at once. The other is my on again off again boyfriend Aaron, the more burly cebeci escort of the two, I don’t know if I love him anymore, but He’s a nice good albeit quick fuck.

Both men attended Maskara with me, Alex sat patiently by my side during the fashion show and Sky Salt’s killer show. There’s more to be said for a nice submissive man, I hopelessly adore a man willing to please me, spoil me, or put me in my place. Alex is a true submissive which drives me wild.

Knowing this earlier in the day I ran out to the Manhattan CVS to pick up some baby powder and sprinkled it in my hello kitty panties so I could stay relatively dry.

During Maskara my top got ripped open by a girl I was fighting with, an ex who had followed me there. She was hoping her display would impress me. It didn’t, I was red faced and exposed with no real way to cover up. It was July in New York City, no one thought to bring a coat.

I took my two gentleman çukurambar escort back to the hotel, having my dress up and my push-up bra clad breasts exposed on the bus was a first. Secretly I loved it, my tits looked fabulous.

Aaron left us back at the room to go drinking with his sister. Alex was far too polite to do anything and I was working up my nerve. I may be a slut but, I’m kinda shy. So we laid together watching tv. It wasn’t until Aaron came back and the lights were off that I was brave enough to start running my nails over his thigh.

To which he responded by gasping and clawing at the sheets, then my deft little hand grabbed his balls and squeezed! He loved every sheer second of torture, my nails clawing him over and and over until we aroused Aaron from his drunken stupor. He knelt watching for a few moments. He knew I liked to be a sadistic little bitch but he’d never seen it. It was one thing, demetevler escort to know something then to actually see it. I didn’t know it then, but that moment was the end of me and Aaron.

Aaron started fingering my pussy and wouldn’t let up until he had his entire fist in me. Alex looked rather amused and like he’d been attacked by a house cat. Aaron pulled out quickly and which a strange wet pop and went into the bathroom. I then got up on my hands and knees and told Alex to fuck me, and boy did he, I came six times. Aaron says that was the only time he’d heard me scream that loud was when I was screaming “Master” or getting paid to do so!

At some point Alex stopped and Aaron started. Alex sat beside me watching seeing him still hard, I did what any girl would do…I sucked his dick, I sucked it good in typical Batling fashion, Aaron came in under two minutes and I just laid there stunned. We’d been fucking for an hour and Alex didn’t cum. I was not going to let this rest.I’ve pleased every partner male and female, ladies love Batling, I was truly perplexed.

The answer came upon me like a two by four. Of course maybe Angel Mason, a character from one of my books, took me over but my hand was around Alex’s neck and I squeezing. I licked my lips and whispered

“Cum or I kill you.”

I slept well that night.

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Me and my wife love to help prepare each other for when we decide on a night of enjoying atypical sex. Tonight was extra special for us because we are seeing our sex-friends and my hot wife, Lisa, has something very different planned for us. I did not know what she had in mind but she told me she went shopping. The second hint about the evening included a soapy shower, which involved special attention to our backdoors. I am sure her shopping trip included toys because she was fucking me with her favorite dildo, a seven-inch white ribbed vibrating bullet, long after the soap was washed away by the now cold-running shower.

We dressed and she kept mum about tonight’s events saying she wanted everyone to be surprised. We said bye to the kids and babysitter and were out the door. My wife was in such a great mood I was definitely anxious about tonight’s upcoming events. Prying information out of her proved pointless and I could not peek inside the rather large bag she brought with her because I drove and our overstuffed night bag was in the back seat.

We had not seen our friends since Marie’s sister secretly video taped Mike and me having sex. As planned, the ladies hid the cameras the night before so while Mike and I were going at it Marie and Lisa were over Jenny’s apartment so Jenny could tape her sister and my wife having sex the same afternoon. Marie told Mike and he was embarrassed about the whole thing.

Marie, Mike’s girlfriend, opened the door for us as we kissed and hugged hello. Marie threw in an extra wink and pat on my ass as she led us inside Mike’s spacious apartment. The two ladies exchanged knowing looks as we caught up with Mike in the kitchen making Pina Coladas. I was going to shake his hand but Mike could barely look at me without his face reddening from embarrassment. Lisa was not to be deterred and gave him a very sensual kiss and put his hands on her large bosom while checking out her cleavage. He may still have been shaken but was not fool enough to pass up a good feel and look. Eventually, they broke apart and I could tell he was feeling a bit better, placing the pitcher of alcohol on the kitchen table.

We sat at the table and cheered to each other’s company. Mike was the first to talk, taking a large gulp before he spoke. “I can’t believe you guys set me up! And you recorded the fucking thing, to boot!”

Marie took his hand gently and explained, “Mike, I thought we have been through this already. You would not have fulfilled your fantasy had you known the truth. You would have been too reserved and would not have enjoyed yourself as much. Come on, honey. We have not seen it yet but Jenny is saying you and John having sex is fucking hot-with a capital H! Furthermore, having you was John and Lisa’s fantasy as well. They did not want you to hold back. Of course, you fulfilled my fantasy also, Mike! I can’t wait to see the final cut when my sister is done with it. You have no idea how many times I masturbated to the thought of watching you two guys doing it!”

Taking another healthy swig Mike asked, “So when is your sister going to be done editing the home movie? I can’t wait to see it.” He rolled his eyes sarcastically.

“Relax,” my lovely wife interjected, locking her arm around his. “Don’t forget Jenny also recorded Marie and I having sex. There is an extra surprise in that footage as well, you know.” She purred and winked at him, feeling the outline of the growing cock through his slacks. He was cheering up and did not move Lisa’s hand either.

I took a long drink from mine and refilled it, adding in my two cents. “Hey Mike. I totally fucking enjoyed it. I hope you had as much fun as I did. I am never going to forget.”

He fidgeted but remained silent, avoiding my eyes. “Mike,” I continued. “Do you regret what we did? Did you enjoy it?”

Mike refilled his glass and for a few moments we all drank in silence waiting patiently for his answers.

He finally looked at from across the table and smiled. “You know I don’t regret having done it with you John. I did enjoy it and hopefully next time, if there is a next time, I hope I can return the favor.” He said with a smirk.

I am sure Mike realized the visible relief washing across everyone’s face upon hearing his confession and leaving the door open for continued adult activities. Mike smiled again. He was feeling more comfortable and even relaxed before he resumed speaking.

“I understand why you all taped me and John having sex. You are probably right that I would have been conservative or maybe even chickened out altogether because maybe I would feel less like a man in front of Marie. I can understand ankara olgun escort you guys and forgive you.”

He paused before continuing. “However, you have to promise me two things. One, no one else sees it. And two, John and I see that tape of you two together!”

Mike and I chuckled and now it was the ladies’ turn to blush.

The ice seemed to be broken and Mike got up to make another pitcher of mixed alcohol. I leaned toward my wife and kissed her. Marie felt left out so her and I kissed briefly.

I asked Marie, “So, what is going on with Jenny anyway? When do I get to meet your sister?”

Marie eagerly replied and in her fast-talking and bubbly tone she let me and my wife in on the details. “Well, while Lisa and I were at my sister’s apartment she let on that she was not seeing anyone at the time. Sure, she has some fuck-buddies but nothing serious. I mentioned this to Mike and he said his brother was not seeing anyone either. To make a long story short we set them up and went out on a double date. They hit it off fabulously and now they are spending ‘quality time’ at Jenny’s apartment. I am sure you will meet them sooner or later. Jenny is hot and Adam is a really nice guy. Oh, and Lisa, Jenny tells me…”

Marie looked to see Mike’s back to us then she spread her hands about eight or nine inches apart. I thought I saw my lusty wife salivating, already thinking what she could do with that cock! I have been lucky enough to see, hold, and suck a cock that size (thank goodness for that particular transsexual encounter and there was this glory hole once…) and I too was excited about the potential.

Marie chatted on about a few other things and wrapped it up by saying we should see the results of Jenny’s work before we know it.

Mike returned with the next pitcher and filled our glasses. “So Lisa, my girlfriend has been hinting but has not told me what is going on tonight. I suggested us going out and doing something but she told me you have better plans in mind.”

“Yeah,” I chimed in. I turned to Mike and Marie, “My kinky wife decided that I needed to make sure I was especially clean.”

Mike patted his rump, “I know what you mean. Marie would not let me cum and stopped my advances.”

Marie added, “Excuse me, Mike honey, but I did let you fuck my ass as well, with our favorite toy.”

Mike blushed but did not want to add fuel to the fire so he remained silent.

Lisa noticeably perked up knowing that the spotlight was on her. “Okay guys, here is the deal: we have been knocking out one taboo after another and tonight I figured we would knock out one more.” She took a long drink and scanned the room for added effect. “Tonight, lady and gentlemen, I thought dressing up would be fun.”

Mike and I looked quizzically at each other then her.

Lisa knew she now had our undivided attention. “I want us to be dressed sexy. I carefully selected ensembles and toys for each of us!”

Marie was smiling broadly while Mike and I were still unsure.

“Uh,” Mike asked first, “What do you mean ‘dressed sexily’ and what toys?”

I was familiar with what Lisa was talking about because we have played this game before. Still, I was not so certain about doing it in front of people, even if we were fuck-buddies.

“Okay boys, I see you don’t get it so I will outline this for you.” Lisa was in control of this game and she knew it. “Marie and I are going to wear sexy lingerie and so will you. I have put panties on John from time to time and I think it is so fucking sexy. As far as the toy question, well, I bought some just for this occasion.”

She smiled nastily, leering at each of us. Mike and I stared in disbelief while Marie and Lisa were totally into it and seemed to be picturing us in our feminine ensembles.

“And if we refuse?” Mike asked hesitantly.

Lisa stated flatly. “If you refuse, John and I go home and you don’t get to watch us girls pleasuring ourselves.”

Mike was still weighing his options. I, on the other hand, could not wait to see our partners dressed up and pleasuring themselves with whatever toys my wife cleverly decided to bring.

“I am in.” I spoke without hesitation.

Mike looked at me with disapproval. “I guess I am in as well. I don’t want to spoil the night.”

“I knew you would see it my way.” Lisa said.

Triumphantly, my wife smiled, rose, and walked to the guest room where I dropped our overnight carry-on bag. Re-emerging a few moments later, she produced four bags, one for each of us and dropped them on the kitchen table. Our names were written in bright red bold text and we passed the correct bag to the other. Lisa held onto her bag with both hands.

“My bag contains the toys so you won’t see them until we are in the living room and having gotten comfortable.” For dramatic effect, Lisa waited a moment and looked into each of our eyes. “Okay then, you guys will go into the guest room. Marie and I will change in the bed room. Are ankara ucuz escort there any questions? Good. See you in a few minutes. Let us know when you are in the living room.”

Marie and Lisa rose from the table taking their drinks and bags, flaunted their hips and swished into the bedroom.

Mike and I looked at each other, grabbed our drinks and bags and entered the guest room, closing the door quietly. We stood facing each as we dumped the contents onto the bed.

“Good gracious! Are these women kidding me?” Mike asked holding up red diamond lace with leather trim stockings.

“Oh yeah, Mike? Check these out.” I held up a baby blue lace up garter skirt and bra. We laughed at the clothes and our predicament.

Mike sorted his lingerie onto the bed, “I can’t believe what the girls came up with!”

I smiled and shrugged, “Me neither but I hope they are wearing something totally fucking hot for me to wear this in front of you guys!” I said laughingly holding up elbow high dark blue gloves. “Well, no point delaying the inevitable.” I told him while I stripped as Mike shrugged and did likewise.

We emerged from the guest room, dressed and sat down on the sofa and love seat looking each other over and waited impatiently for our women. Tightly tucked sheets covered the couches and pillows. We took note of the anomaly but did not dwell on it. Mike’s red stockings matched cutely with his white lace panties and red and white checkered garter, highlighted by the sheer light red wrist high gloves. I watched as his cock and balls shimmered and twitched under the panties. I looked up and saw Mike smiling at me and could only guess what he is thinking. My feminine ensemble included light blue lace and satin panties with dark blue ruffled fringes. The garter skirt hooked sexily to dark blue sheer stockings. My own cock stirred watching Mike pressing his fingers across his baby doll nightie. His tongue dragged slowly across his parted lips, wiping away imaginary remnants of the alcoholic beverage.

Mike broke the ice, “I guess I should make some more drinks.” He shook the empty glass in his hand. I agreed and watched him rise and brush past me as he headed toward the kitchen. I was seated on the love seat and had to turn my head to watch his departure. I had to admit I liked the way the bottom of his ass cheeks peeked below the panty line. The garter belts clung sexily to his upper thighs as he walked.

I was kneeling on the loveseat with my butt cheeks sitting on my calves and my hands resting casually on the edge as I watched Mike approach with the pitcher of Pina Colada. I could see his cock trapped within his white panties.

“How cute are you?” I chuckled as my finger slowly crawled across his panties while he shakily refilled my glass.

“John, don’t start doing that now.” He warned but did not move.

The girls walked out of the bedroom as my fingers traced the outline of Mike’s growing hard-on.

“Starting without us?” My lovely wife intoned sexily. Our focus turned toward our lovely ladies standing side by side and looking completely hot and fucking edible.

“Wow!” We uttered at the same time as we stared hungrily at our beauties.

Lisa was first to model provocatively for us. My wife sashayed over to us flinging her Frederick’s bag over her shoulder. She wore four-inch heel purple platform shoes. Light purple mesh fishnet stockings were held up by a black leather garter belt and purple with black trim crotchless panties showcased her delicious shaved pussy. Her body was mostly covered in a red leather and lace waist cincher and a cutout to expose her large 44-DD breasts. Red pasties capped her luscious nipples. The leather fishnet gauntlets covered her arms and a frilly red choker completed her sexy come-fuck-me outfit. Dropping her toy bag, Lisa then stood confidently with hands on her hips in the middle of the living room.

All eyes were then on Marie as she paraded before us. A full length sheer mesh gown demurely covered her charms as she leaned over to show her cleavage. Staring at us, she slowly undid the middle fastener and let the garment slide over her body and fall to the floor. She turned slightly so we could see the spaghetti thin lace up back barely holding up her open-breasted lace teddy. Ruffled cuffs held her wrists snugly. We watched with mouths open as she pinched her nipples and slid her hands down her shapely body to her embroidered lace garter belt and then lower to trace the outline of her vee-shaped pubic hair below her crotchless panties. She turned slightly so we had a perfect view of Marie spreading her ass cheeks, slowly bending down to her stockings and then her fingers caressing her 3-inch slippers. She held the pose momentarily and we watched her ass cheeks clench and unclench. Satisfied we had her undivided attention, she slowly stood and winked at me and Mike before sauntering next to Lisa.

The women’s arms were wrapped loosely together as they embraced. They wasted no time kissing ankara yabancı escort each other and feeling each other’s asses. My heart was pounding as I watched their hands slide smoothly to their partner’s pussy, then stroking their clits, while writhing and moaning loudly to our delight. They parted reluctantly, my wife sucking on Marie’s tongue until the last possible moment.

Lisa, still fondling one of Marie’s ass cheeks, regained her composure and spoke, wile motioning Mike to sit next to me. “Okay, guys. Here is what we have planned for us this evening.”

Our cocks were steel hard as Mike took a seat next to me on the loveseat. Our hard dicks tenting our tight panties and precum already visible, staining our lacey confines. The ladies looked on approvingly as Lisa continued, her big tits rising up and down with our cocks bobbing to their movements.

My wife picked up her bag before continuing. “As I was saying, we were not there when you guys performed for each other and likewise you were not there to see us together. But, Marie and I agreed that we would love to see you guys pleasure yourselves and we brought the toys so you can do just that!”

She grinned lecherously as she envisioned our upcoming masturbation session. “What do you think?”

Without bothering for a response, she looked inside her bag and the goodies started pouring out. She tossed a lubricant bottle to me and then tossed one to the couch. She pulled out a thick seven-inch jelly dildo with realistic looking balls and tossed it to Mike. My devious wife tossed me a vibrating purple thickly veined cock and she waved the remote control between her fingers before dropping it to the couch. For Marie, she chose a two-prong rubber cock. A five-inch dick curved toward a thick seven-inch cock for dual-hole entry with vibrating action on the handle. My wife carefully set down her pleasure devices: a long rubber beaded object with the beads increasing in diameter. The other sex toy was a silver vibrating bullet. The last object she retrieved from her adult entertainment bag was a Cyberskin fifteen-inch double-dicked dildo intended for two-people pleasure.

Marie excitedly lay on the couch, pushing a pillow under herself and Lisa sat opposite her stretching one leg along side the sexy younger woman and the other foot rested on the floor. Lisa slid a pillow under her rump and we all had a great view of the women’s holes. Mike and I copied their actions; placing pillows under our asses and faced each other, keeping our heads turned toward our women.

My wife began the masturbation session by sucking lightly on her beaded toy. Marie took the cue and began sucking on her pseudo-cocks. Lisa glared at me and Mike so we tentatively began our oral stimulation on the phalluses. Marie’s eyes locked onto Lisa’s as she began to slowly deep throat the larger dong. Lisa worked the anal toy into her mouth, beads slowly slipping between her lips. I pressed my hand against my panties feeling my hard cock as I copied the ladies, glancing over to see Mike doing the same.

I continued to suck my toy and lightly play with my cock while leaning against the couch, positioning myself so I can watch all four of us masturbating. My eyes scanned from one body to the next and I found myself lingering on each person, taking in their prone positions, the sway of their bodies and their building excitement. Mike’s stocking clad leg was pressed against mine and I felt him move his hips up and down. Looking across to him, I found myself even more turned on watching him pet his hard cock through the panties and his ass cheeks lifting off the pillow.

Mirroring his movements, Mike felt the pressure against his leg being matched and he looked at me. Stuffing his pseudo-cock in and out of his mouth, his eyes watched my body and focused lower on my hard panty-encased dick. When I lifted my hips teasingly, he unabashedly stared to see if he could see my asshole. I liked him watching me and decided to continue the game so I eased the fake cock out of my mouth and slid it under my bra strap, keeping the head of the cock staring at my face. I then lifted my hips higher and parted the flimsy material away from my ass so he could see my anal opening. I reached for the lube that was in between us, opened the cap, and poured some of the cool liquid down my balls and against my hole, then massaging the liquid inside me with my middle finger.

Mike opened his legs wider and allowed me to sprinkle some liquid between his legs. My knuckles grazed up and down his panty covered shaft and I watched him press his toy against his ass. He swirled the fake cock head up and around his hole as more liquid oozed out of the bottle and onto his ‘cock’ and asshole. He pressed the cock head against his opening and pushed slowly until the head disappeared.

“OH! Fuck!” The girls cried out in unison.

We turned our heads to see the ladies watching us while they masturbated. They were furiously fucking the other with the preferred toys. Lisa was pumping Marie’s pussy and ass with the double pronged dildo while Marie, through gritted teeth and wide-eyed, deeply fucked Lisa’s pussy with the long schlong, grasping firmly on one shaft while the other penetrated my wife again and again. Lisa’s ass was filled with the beaded cock; only a couple of the beads still visible. Both girls seemingly having orgasm after orgasm watching us while having their pussies and asses so thoroughly pleased.

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Indulge me a moment of explanation. This is not a work of erotic fiction. I doubt I have the creative ability to produce fiction. It is a factual story with the names and locations changed for obvious reasons. I’ve been told I write reasonably well, and have actually published a couple of books and a number of professional journal articles. But, I am a pretty linear thinker, in all matters except sex.

I have been incredibly lucky to have led a very satisfying and by some standards exceptional sex life. I’ve now reached a point in life where retelling some of my experiences allows me to enjoy reflecting back on them and hopefully provide interesting, and maybe even stimulating, reading.

It may also be useful to share that I am a retired cop from a large urban department in South Florida. My name is Anthony but everyone calls me Tony. Since retiring I have occasionally worked internationally, but I’m not in a position to say much about that. It’s not relevant to this story anyway. Both careers have opened some doors for me, provided me good income in exchange for taking risks, and presented opportunities to meet unusual people. I am male and heterosexual. I have always been attracted to bi-sexual women (aren’t we all) and have had the great good fortune to be involved with many women who enjoy sex with both men and women. I hope my writing has appeal for women, I think it will, but it is written from a distinctly masculine perspective. To balance out my male bias, for those stories that involved my ex-wife Linda, I actually got her to agree to offer her own recollection of our sexual encounters. Amazingly, we have that kind of relationship, even though we divorced a couple of years ago.

My international gigs typically last between a week and a couple of months. The nature of the work allows me time to reminisce on past experiences and to write. I am writing this story from beautiful Montevideo, Uruguay. It’s winter at home, but summer here with highs in the mid-80s. Montevideo is beautiful and the Rambla provides a beautiful place to run or stroll in the early morning along the Rio de la Plata. There is also a nice gym nearby providing me a place to workout and enjoy the sight of some incredibly beautiful and fit Uruguayan women. The job took me out to Punta del Este, about two hours east of Montevideo on the Atlantic coast. The sights there were even better. Unfortunately, most of my days and much of my evenings are taken up by work. Someday I will come back here just to relax.

When I decided to start writing these short stories, I intended to write somewhat chronologically, but chose instead to begin with an experience Linda and I had a few years ago. Linda, was the most sexual and seductive woman I ever knew, almost completely uninhibited. In fact, since our marriage fell apart it has been hard for me to maintain a long term relationship because I invariably grow bored with sex, even if my girlfriends have been pretty, sexy and wild in their own right. I was, in a manner of speaking, ruined for “normal” sex. Our sex life had nothing to do with the deterioration of our marriage. While we had sex with a lot of other people, we never cheated. Our problems related to other issues.

So, on to this story, from my perspective…

Linda was married when we started seeing each other. Linda delighted in cuckolding her husband. I confess it did not bother me at all as it was her choice and I was pretty reckless. The fact she was married made it even more erotic and sort of dangerous. I felt that way and learned later she did also.

We met while I was on the job. She was bored and unhappy in her marriage and I was up for sex with a good-looking, provocative woman regardless of her marital status. Some of our escapades in her house, her husband’s office, in public, and at sex parties will be woven into other short stories. The sex we enjoyed included pretty much everything imaginable. Linda also had very vivid fantasies she shared with me. I did my best to make them all realities.

Linda is very attractive. That is an objective observation. Many people have the erroneous impression that the only people with the sexual appetite Linda had are ugly or emotionally unbalanced, unable to get the attention of men any other way. That could not be farther from the truth. Linda and everyone we played with were at a minimum attractive, and some were downright gorgeous.

Linda is not classically beautiful, but very exotic looking with a knockout frame. She’s lean and muscular. She and I shared interests beyond sex, primarily fitness and outdoor activities like cycling and hiking. I am addicted exercise and she was simply gifted genetically. We also enjoyed dinner in nice restaurants, movies, travel, pretty mainstream stuff. But our sex life was anything but mainstream.

We moved from lust to love, she got divorced and we got married after living together a couple of years. We realized we could enjoy “the lifestyle” and still lead productive, straight lives. We were swingers, though we both hated that term. We were almost completely uninhibited with regard to sex. While we never cheated beşevler escort on one another, we did have a lot of sex with other people. We never went behind each other’s back. We mostly engaged in threesomes, with other women, though we partied with some couples as well. The sex parties were fun and recreational for both of us. We did not always hook up but, because she was bi, had no difficulty when we found a woman or a couple that fit the bill. At least at the time we were in the lifestyle, it was an active scene in South Florida and many couples were very much like us, and almost all the women in the lifestyle were bi. We also met couples and bi or lesbian women to play with outside the lifestyle. At the time it seemed easily one in four attractive women in the area we lived was bi or bi-curious.

At the encouragement of a few of the couples we partied with regularly, we finally decided to host a party at our place. We lived in a nice suburban community and were friends with many of our neighbors. We made a point of letting them know we were going to have a party, telling them it was a reunion for some of Linda’s former college friends. It was summer and would still be light when our guests started arriving so we cautioned them to dress a little more modestly than they might to other parties.

In all, seven other couples were able to attend and one couple showed up with a second woman in tow, a good number with lots of opportunities. We knew everyone, except the “spare”, from parties or other encounters. The couple who brought her, Marty and Gail, was close friends who we socialized with outside the lifestyle as well. Linda and Gail were very hot together and in addition to being sexual partners they had become good friends. It was financially brutal when they went shopping together, but Linda and I both had good income and Marty was a very successful businessman. We had known them for about two years at that point. We would have been a little concerned about somebody we did not know showing up, but as long as she was with Marty and Gail we were comfortable.

Several others had already arrived when Marty and Gail got there. I shook hands with Marty while Gail kissed Linda, her hands planted on Linda’s firm ass.

“This is Carol,” Gail said nodding toward the woman as she slowly pulled her lips from Linda’s, one of her hands still cupping her ass. She reached out, grabbed her guest by the ass with one hand and pulled her close also. “I met her a few weeks ago when I was showing her house. We got to talking, found out we had a lot in common, shared many of the same fantasies and next thing you know, we invited her to join us.”

Both Linda and I hugged Carol and she told us how excited she was to be here. Carol was about 5’7″, trim blond, flat chested and pretty. At that point Susan came over.

“Hey, I am getting jealous here,” she said with a fake pout. Susan was a nice-looking, short redhead in a micro skirt (I was glad she had worn a jacket over it as she walked into the house), a sheer white blouse with four buttons undone and her nipples hard and visible under the thin fabric. We had met her and her husband Paul through an ad in an underground sex paper. Our experience was that most who advertised in them were disappointments, but Susan and Paul had not been. Susan was an accountant and Paul had recently retired from the Navy. He now worked as a harbor pilot for tankers coming into Miami harbor. Susan was very bi, but also loved to have threesomes with me and Paul or me and Linda. Linda was OK with Paul and had given him head a few times, but the relationship was mostly about Susan.

Linda introduced Susan to Marty, Gail and Carol. There were cheek kisses and the four women openly sized one another up. Linda was in a short black leather skirt, CFMPs (come fuck me pumps) and a blouse, braless, but not as unbuttoned yet as Susan’s.

“You guys all look unbelievably hot,” Carol said staring at both Linda and Susan’s erect nipples. “I feel really over-dressed.”

Gail put her hands behind Carol’s head, intertwining her fingers in her dark brown hair, and told her matter-of-factly, “we’ll take care of that.” She then kissed her long and deeply. Carol actually seemed to swoon a little bit as she eagerly returned Gail’s kiss. It was very erotic watching them in front of the room full of people. From experience I knew it would get even steamier as the night went on.

With this group I did not really need to explain the “rules” for the party. But I did get everyone’s attention once they were all there and before they began to pair up.

“Just a reminder, if you drink too much, plan on staying the night. No drugs in my house, period. No pressure on anybody. Just have fun and relax. We have good neighbors and large lots, but try to keep any loud shrieking to a minimum. I said this looking pointedly at Susan who was known to be a screamer when she climaxed, which was normally quickly and often.

Linda smiled at Susan, licked her lips and told her in front of the group, “you scream as much as you want büyükesat escort and I’ll tell the neighbors it was me being taken care of by Tony… or somebody.”

Over the next hour or so everyone mingled, chatted, sipped drinks and flirted. It was a lot like a straight party except for the provocative dress of the women and the salacious conversations. Gail and Marty introduced Carol to everyone and made it clear that Carol was available. Carol did not protest and it wasn’t long before she left for a bedroom with one of the couples. I was starting to like Carol.

Susan came over to us as we were chatting with one of the couples. She said that Paul was busy in a threesome and she really would “really enjoy taking care of us.” Linda turned to her, grabbed her by the back of the head a little roughly, kissed her hard and ran her hand over her breasts.

“Can I take that as a yes?” Susan said looking me in the eye while Linda began to kiss her now exposed nipple.

The three of us walked into our bedroom, finding a couple already fucking, the woman on her knees, bent forward and taking it from behind, on one side of the bed. She glanced at us as we settled on the opposite side of the king sized bed and smiled. She was a gal we knew from other parties; early 40’s decent looking with a great frame. I cannot recall her name, even though Linda and I knew her pretty well and she had confided that she was an elementary school teacher at a school in our neighborhood. For some reason Linda and I both found that pretty arousing. Linda had taught high school for a couple of years before we met and she began her current career as an investment advisor. We occasionally reflected that it might not have ended well if she had remained a teacher.

Susan wasted no time in unzipping my pants and pulling my semi-erect cock out. She glanced at Carol, and said, “you don’t mind do you?” Carol bent over and kissed her. They held the kiss for a long time and Linda broke it saying, “of course not, but I may need some attention too.” As Susan began to kiss the tip of my cock I looked at Linda who smiled at me, leaned close and whispered in my ear that she loved watching me get head. That was something I learned not long after Linda and I hooked up, but I always liked hearing it. Linda then turned to the school teacher getting banged from behind and kissed her deeply as well. Then she returned her attention to me, kissing me and then laying her head on my chest to watch Susan blow me.

In no time at all I was fully erect and Susan was alternating between trying to take all of me down her throat and licking my shaft and balls. Linda soon joined her. In a couple of minutes Linda worked her way back up to me and again whispered in my ear, “I want to watch you fuck Susan. Just use us both however you want.”

I pulled Susan up and laid her head on a pillow, pushed her legs open and entered her. She was already very wet. Linda lay next to her, talking to her softly and roughly kissing her lips and nipples, while I pumped away. It seemed only a couple of minutes before Susan began moaning loudly, dug her nails into my back, and shuttered. In an instant my cock was soaked and so was the bedcovers under her. I had been with Susan several times and knew that once she climaxed, she was still good for a lot more.

I rolled her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up so her ass was pressed against my abs and went back into her. There was just enough light that I could see her asshole when I pulled her ass cheeks apart. Linda laid her head on Susan’s lower back and watched as I thrusted. I considered easing the tip of my cock against or into her anus and pulled out of her and ran the tip up the length of her ass. When I passed over her asshole I lingered there and pressed lightly. Susan did not resist at all. At that point Linda grabbed my cock, lowered her face and took it to her lips. Watching her kiss and lick the tip that had just been inside Susan was almost too much the take. Linda then took my cock into her mouth sucked it a few seconds and pulled it out. She looked up at me and in the dim light I could see her lips, cheek and chin was wet from Susan’s juices on my cock.

Linda dropped down with her face next to Susan’s, kissed her and then told her she wanted to see her riding my cock. Although I was still thinking about taking Susan’s ass I pulled away and lay on my back. In an instant Susan was on top of me. I loved watching her gently rock back and forth with me in her. Unlike Linda who had small and firm breasts, Susan’s were a little large for her frame. I like small tits but it was great watching Susan’s bounce as she rose up and down on me.

By now the couple next to us had finished and the expended male had walked into the bathroom. School teacher lay next to me, kissing me occasionally and running her left hand over my chest. Her wedding ring shined in the light. I always found that a turn on.

It was then I felt Linda licking my balls as Susan rocked forward my shaft. I could imagine Susan’s ass pressing against Linda’s face. We çankaya escort had done this before with other women. Linda had told me that she also actually liked watching me fuck other women and that it turned her on. Sex was recreational for us and never a threat to our relationship.

After a few minutes, or seconds… hard to say… of Susan’s soaked pussy riding my cock, Linda licking my shaft and balls and school teacher kissing me and rubbing my chest, Susan gasped a little and I thought she was going to climax again. Then she lowered her face down to mine, putting her ass higher in the air.

“Her tongue’s in my ass.” She said in a quiet voice, a look of ecstasy on her face.

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked, though obviously it was not. “No, it’s unbelievable,” she whispered.

Susan began kissing me and school teacher, her ass remaining in the air. She moaned and shuttered. I was a little surprised because, while Linda liked anal and enjoyed having her ass licked, she had never talked about doing it to a woman. I knew she was continuing because I could feel her head moving and Susan moaning and shivering. It was probably only a minute or less before Susan let out another gasp and began to loudly climax. I could imagine her wetness all over my beautiful wife’s face. Fantastic.

Susan climbed off, dropped down and pretty quickly finished me with her mouth. She took my whole load in her mouth, raised her head and smiled at me. Then she made a show of swallowing.

We all sort of collapsed on the bed. Susan and school teacher made out. It was a turn on thinking that they were sharing the taste of me and I almost immediately began to get hard again. After a few minutes Linda got up and went into the bathroom, I’m sure to wipe off her face. She returned in a few minutes and we all laid there. None of us smoked (well OK, I do occasionally hit a cigar but only rarely and usually when I am outside the US) or it would have been a good time to do so. Susan kissed all of us, and lingered with her tongue in Linda’s mouth. “You taste amazing,” she said as she finally pulled her mouth from Linda’s. Then she got up saying that she had better go find Paul, explaining that “he’s probably off pouting somewhere.”

About 1 AM Gail and Marty rounded Carol up and found Linda and me in bed recovering from the wild sex with Susan and then oral for both of us from the school teacher. Although I was pretty well spent and Gail had been involved in a threesome with Marty and another guy, Linda and Gail found the energy for one more round with each other on the sofa while everyone watched. Susan joined them and they all seemed pretty satisfied. Just before Marty, Gail and Carol left, Carol told Linda and me she was disappointed that she did not hook up us and asked if we would give her a call. She confided that she had more sex in a few hours than she’d had in years. Linda took her number and kissed her deeply, and smiling asked for details next time they talked. She promised that she would fill us in on everything and did confide she had always fantasized about sex with women and learned that she loved it. She also told us she should probably shower before she went home to her husband, but she actually liked how she felt and smelled and was sure he wouldn’t notice. It was the first we heard she was married, but that was her call, not ours. Frankly Linda and I both found it exciting that she was going home well used.

Two couples spent the night and by 2 AM everybody else was gone. Linda and I went into bed, snuggled and slept in Sunday morning.

Linda’s perspective…

Tony explained that he intended to chronicle some of our sex life with names changed. I thought it sounded fun and agreed to add my perspective to those episodes that included me. He is correct in saying that we remain close, though we don’t have sex. I am sure it crosses his mind from time to time, and it does mine as well.

Hmmm… his comment that I am very attractive is kind but an understatement. Most people would consider me a knockout though I agree that my look is more exotic than classic. Aside from that he described me pretty accurately. I am lean and muscular, and very bi. Well, not much anymore, though I still think about it a lot and find myself sizing up a lot of women I see. I am re-married, my third, to a guy whose idea of wild sex is an occasional blowjob. Long story how I ended up here, but it is best for me.

Reading this story was a little tough for me as it brings back memories that are very erotic and a little nostalgic. It makes me smile. I know some women may find that hard to believe or even distasteful, though if you are one of those, I doubt you would be reading this. I also know a lot of women who have engaged in the same types of sexual activity and many more who fantasize about it. I remember one of the things that was most exciting about my sex life with Tony, and even our relationship outside of sex, was that we generally did what other people fantasized about. We brought that out in each other. Of course, we also had fantasies that we never got around to acting on… probably ought not to mention the types of desires we secretly shared with each other. Some might make this story unpublishable. Suffice to say, as Tony mentioned, it is probably good I left teaching. Not just because I make a LOT more money in finance. Being able to be completely unrestrained in what I confided to Tony was one of the best things about our relationship.

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Chapter 2 – A Night at the Movies

“Whatchya thinking about, Manny?”

“Hmm? Why?”

“You’ve got this look on your face. Almost…philosophical.”

“Oh…I dunno Cath, I guess I was thinking about morality. Uh, sexual morality.”

Cath adjusted her slouch slightly and looked at Manny across the living room, “Well, e-lab-or-ate, please.” She sounded the middle word out, expressing the tedium of a slow Saturday afternoon.

“Um,” Manny looked over to the TV, at the baseball game where at that moment the batter struck the ball hard, and the outfielder sprinted to the warning track, the ball drifting just short of a home run and into the outfielder’s glove. “Well, I mean we’ve all got sexual fantasies, right? Sort of wild stuff that we’d never do in reality, for a lot of reasons?”

Cath raised an eyebrow in his direction, “Uh, yeah…what’s this about?”

Manny and Cath were comfortable talking about sexual matters, whenever either felt they had something to discuss. Growing up as next-door neighbors, and in the same grade, they were best friends (though they would probably feel awkward if the term was used). Being two quiet and studious young people, they shared personal thoughts and feelings with each other that they wouldn’t reveal to anyone else. So when sex came up amongst their many topics of conversation, it was dealt with honestly and seriously, along with a hint of friendly humor.

But Manny had thoughts sometimes, wondering why nothing ever developed between them, not even an exploratory kiss or feel, during all the time they spent together growing up. It’s not that he thought she was the only one for him. In fact, though he’d seen that she had the possibility of looking nice, most times she was dressed like she was now, long straight dark-brown hair that trailed past bulky glasses, halfway down her back, and some baggy shorts with a t-shirt.

But deep down inside Manny he felt she was the most decent, honorable, caring, and downright intelligent person he knew, and though he tried to tell her sometimes, he never felt like she was really listening to what he expressed.

“Well,” Manny continued on, “Let’s say you don’t really want to act on certain things, but you’re put in a situation where your desires take hold. Um. I mean. Well, like you feel like you’re miles away from ever doing anything like it, and then a situation develops where suddenly people are, basically, asking you to do it…and so the time is right and everyone’s fine with it…and then uh, it looks like no harm was done in the end, though you’re really not sure that it’s even a side of you…” Manny trailed off.

Cath fixed him with a look, like someone deliberating if they should eat a piece of food that fell on the floor, or throw it in the garbage. “Uh, are you talking about stuff like swinger’s clubs? ‘Cause, if you are, you nutbar-“

The phone began ringing, interrupting Cath. “Ugh, I’ll get it in the other room,” she said, and leaped out of her recliner.

Manny was alone with his thoughts again: I guess she’s not like that, doesn’t think of the sort of stuff us guys do. Not exactly, anyway. I mean, imagine her meeting those guys I saw by the 7-11 this morning? I think I recognized a few of them that dropped out of school years ago. Hanging around an old muscle car cranking rock’n’roll, smoking cigarettes and walking around shirtless showing off their tanned muscled bodies.

What if they had half an hour alone with Cath? Imagine her, glasses probably crushed beneath one of their boots, clothes quickly ripped down and off. Taking it. On all fours. Taking a dick in her pussy and a dick in her ass. Probably taking two dicks in her mouth, feeling them try to find a way to the back of her throat. Taking it. How about that kinky stuff I’ve seen on the ‘net? Chicks taking two dicks in the pussy or two dicks in the ass…I bet they’d try to force that on her, make her squeal. And Cath would be taking it and taking it and…

“That was Mom, bugging me about getting ready for our trip to Grandma’s tonight.”

“Huh!” She’d surprised him, and once he’d realized she was back, he tried to discreetly move an arm to hide the tent his pulsing erection had made in his pants. Manny tried to recover, “Uh…I thought we were hanging out tonight?”

Cath felt weird about the look Manny was giving her, like he’d never seen her before, or never seen a certain something about her. “Um, nope, we’re all going to Grandma’s. Sorry.”

Manny watched Cath settle into the cushions again. “Well,” he asked, “if you’re not going to be around tonight, can you come over now to help me with that Linux database analysis program I’m trying to install? Remember, I emailed you the error messages this morning?”

Cath looked at him wearily, “Yeah, I told you it looked like just a simple problem with the parameters you specified for the setup. Do I have to look at it now? What about tomorrow? Wait, that’s not good…Monday night? We’ve already watched ulus escort most of this game, I want to catch the end.”

“There’s a baseball game on every day!”

“Oh…alright. At least I know I’ll be free of you for the rest of the evening,” she teased.

–

Manny’s room was his sanctuary from the world. With his computer equipment, books and music, he could immerse himself here, and forget about the world outside which didn’t make sense at times.

Cath did end up helping him with the program he wanted to install, but then she had to leave. Which gave Manny the opportunity to begin work on taking a closer look at the information he’d restored from the backup tapes last night.

So far it was nothing. It just looked like the sort of data that you’d expect to find on a school computer. Sure he had some phone numbers, grades, and disciplinary records, but he doubted that was what got his principal, Mrs. Cole, so worked up.

Manny heard the phone ring, and then his mother called up from downstairs, “Manny, it’s for you!”

Manny cautiously picked up the phone, “Hello?”

“Well, hello hello. How’s my favourite student?”

Speak of the devil, Manny thought. “Fine, Mrs. Cole. How are you?”

“Oh, good good. Say, the other phone’s been put down, has it?”

Manny opened his door and stepped out to the hall, and heard his mother clanging and banging pots and dishes in the kitchen as only she could. “Yeah.”

“Geez, you really should get a cell phone, loverboy. Anyway, is everything alright? You been sniffing my panties?”

“Uh…yeah. Sorta.” Manny had spent an hour this morning, after he got up, inhaling the personal scent of her panties and rubbing their softness over his face, chest, and dick. “I…I kept ‘em somewhere.” Manny looked over to the dresser drawer where he’d stored them carefully in a small box, under some old sweaters.

“Well…what I really called about was I just wondered if you what your plans were for tonight, where you were going out?”

“Uh, I’m not going out anywhere,” Manny mumbled. Then, more confidently, but still unconvincingly, “There’s a movie I wanted to catch.”

“Oh dear, not doing anything on a Saturday night? Well, that’s fine, because then you’ll have a nice clean slate to do as you’d wish…hmmm, I’ll pick out something you like.

“Get ready to go out, you should hear your doorbell ring in half an hour or so!”

”Um…what…I mean…” Manny again felt like he had walked into a conversation long after it started.

“Yes, yes, I know,” Mrs. Cole playfully chided. “You want to thank me for profusely for getting you out of another Saturday night alone. Consider it said!” She hung up.

–

The doorbell rang and Manny’s sister, Betty, ran to answer it.

Betty was less than a year older than Manny, and they had been in the same grade throughout their school years. The joke around the family was that their parents were so horrified how fast kids popped out one after the other they never had any more.

Betty, always energetic and sociable, wasn’t the kind to check the peephole when there was still some light in the early evening sky and the house was full of people. She tugged open the wooden front door, “Hell-!”

The ‘o’ to complete the word was stuck somewhere in her throat and wouldn’t come out. Betty blinked and wondered if this was a prank, or a wrong address, or –

“Hello, is Manny in, please?” Said the pretty young thing on her doorstep. Sparkling blue eyes and glistening, bee-stung red lips were framed by a mop of shoulder-length curly blond hair.

The clothing the caller wore looked like a head-on crash between a preppy cheerleader and a fetish model. Betty looked down. Bright white leather platform boots covered her calves almost up to her knees, where purple webbed stockings appeared. Moving her eyes up, Betty could see the tops of her stockings peeking from under the hem of her cheerleader-skirt, which was white with purple pleats. A belt didn’t seem necessary, but she wore one around her waist anyway, black leather with a large gold buckle that was decorated with the embossed image of two voluptuous women performing cunnilingus in each other in the sixty-nine position.

Betty moved her eyes past the exposed belly button, which was pierced and decorated with a glistening stone, and upward to a shocking sight that captivated her. The girl wore a white halter top, with a ragged-edged bottom, that looked like it was painted on. Her breasts pushed out against the material, the bottom curves of her tits open to the air, hanging below the point where the material ended, and they distended the washed-out logo scrawled across her front, proclaiming ‘Momma’s Home-Made Cheesecake.’ Above that she wore a leather studded collar around her neck, with an o-ring hanging down the front.

Holy shit, Betty thought, I can tell from here that her nipples are pierced with yenimahalle escort studs.

Just then Betty felt the door lurch back and Manny slid past her and out the door. “I’m going out, k? Tell Mom and Dad not to wait up!”

Without words, the girl took his hand and they walked down the driveway. Manny got a chance to look her over, and said, “Uh, I’m dressed ok, right?” Not knowing what to expect, he’d thrown on sneakers, jeans, and a t-shirt.

She giggled and pressed into him, and he felt the softness and warmth of one of her breasts on his upper arm. “You’re fine. And cute.” She looked at him with her wide eyes, and Manny felt like he’d fall into them if he looked any longer, so he looked away and tried to concentrate on not tripping over his own feet.

“My name’s Kristy, by the way. And that,” She pointed at the black Porsche 911 parked at the end of the driveway, “Is my car.” Her far hand pulled keys out from somewhere, and she tinkled them in front of him, “Wanna drive?”

Manny didn’t have his driver’s license. He’d been putting it off for years now, casually dismissing it to others, but privately afraid and anxious about the whole learning and examination process.

“Uh, no,” Manny said. “No, how about you drive?”

–

Betty wanted to say something, a question or a curse, as she saw her brother walk down the driveway with the trollop, but she was just flabbergasted. Finally, she just shut the door and walked to the living room, where her mother was watching television while her father leaned under a light, glasses perched on his nose, reading a magazine.

“You guys aren’t gonna believe this, but Manny just got picked up by some total skank at the door! They’re going out tonight!”

Her mother snapped her head in Betty’s direction, presenting a scowl. She held up a hand with three fingers raised, “Three things Betty: One, we do not use that sort of language in this house! Two: The only girl I’ve ever seen him around is Cath, and I will not have you saying those sorts of things about her, anywhere. You could learn a thing or two from her.”

Betty’s mom looked at her one remaining upheld finger, and then turned and addressed her remark to her husband, sharing a joke, “And third, the day my boy finally gets the nerve to approach some girl and ask her out, is the day I’m playing every lottery on the continent!”

Betty looked on dejectedly as her doubting mom and dad guffawed. Betty thought about trying to protest and convince them she was telling the truth, but knew that it would be impossible, and turned to get ready to go out as well.

As she was walking away, out of sight but not out of earshot, she heard her mom say, “Sounds like Betty’s been getting an early start on her partying.”

–

Kristy didn’t have a fast car just for show. Manny felt the forces of acceleration press him down into the leather bucket seats in the cramped confines of the two-seater as Kristy zoomed out of his suburban neighborhood, and quickly made it out onto the expressway.

Manny finally had a few quiet moments to collect himself, as Kristy seemed happy to just tear down the highway for now. He looked over to her: Holy shit, what’s going on? Look at her. She is so hot and sexy. What am I even doing within a mile of a woman like this?

“If you’re wondering, no I’m not wearing any.”

“Huh?” Manny looked up at her face.

Kristy winked, “Panties. I saw you looking down there, so I thought you were thinking about my pussy and panties.” There was silence for a moment, just the darkening city rushing by, and Kristy overtaking other cars.

“Here, lemmie show you.” She lifted up the front of her skirt and bunched it up around her waist, moving her left leg outward to open herself up as much as possible.

Manny felt saliva pool in his mouth as he looked down at the little pussy, shaved clean and looking so soft and smooth. He lifted his right arm and moved it forward, but then at about the divide between the seats it froze in midair. He was unsure.

“Go ahead,” she said. “I can keep my attention on the road, if that’s what you’re worried about.

“Anyway, look at me just driving around aimlessly. What do you want to do tonight? Mmmm…”

Manny had placed his palm flat above her pussy, feeling the body heat and the smoothness of her young skin. He began to move his hand downward, “Geez, I dunno. What to you want to do?”

She giggled. “It’s your party. Ooooh, yeah, tease up and down my slit like that! Um…well, have you had dinner?”

“Nope.” Less than half of Manny answered. Most of his awareness was focused on stroking the hot pink slit at his fingertips, slowly pushing the outer lips aside, feeling the first hints of wetness.

“Alright. Lemmie think…Ugh, yeah. That’s nice, like that…Um, how about we get something to have a little fun? What’s your pleasure; booze, weed, hash, coke, ecstasy…mmmm?”

Manny didn’t want to get drunk, he always just felt heavy and out of it. “Uh, weed. That’s good.” There had been a few times he’d smoked up, when friends of friends brought some as they were hanging out, playing video games or watching movies.

“Ok….oooh, just like that, move that finger in and out! You don’t have to do it fast – nice’n’slow can be so sweet. Uh, yeah, so if you don’t mind just getting some burgers, I know just the place?”

Manny leaned over, fingering the hot girl between her spread thighs, watching her begin to slightly rock her hips counter to the movements of his finger, as their cramped confines began to smell headily of pussy. Less than half an hour ago, his head was filled with all sorts of thoughts, questions, worries – concerns about everything serious and important. Now, she could have told him they were going to Siberia. “Yeah, sure. Yeah, yeah, yeah two fingers now!”

Kristy abruptly changed lanes to head off on an exit ramp, jarring them both and causing Manny’s hand to jam into her pussy. They both enjoyed that.

–

Pulling up to the drive-in speaker, Kristy ordered what Manny asked her to, and then something for herself, and then mentioned, “Hydro combo number five,” which wasn’t on the menu. Her skirt was still drawn up, and Manny still worked his fingers in and out, twisting as he pumped.

They waited in line. “You’re not going to take a break?” Kristy nodded towards her crotch, though having the car at a standstill was making it easier for her to raise and rock her hips into Manny’s fingers.

“I don’t particularly want to.” Manny felt *that* part of him back in control, the one that just last evening had wildly fucked his school principal right in her office. That part that didn’t usually get to make decisions. Right now, he knew it was back, and the euphoric feeling coursing through his veins shouted out that it was here to stay for a while. His cock got harder and harder in his pants.

They drove up to the drive-through window, and Kathy brought money out of a crevice somewhere, trying to exact the transaction as normally as possible. The window attendant was a brown-skinned girl with straight black hair tied back, in her twenties, wearing the franchise-branded shirt and cap. She didn’t seem to notice anything until she leaned out further, revealed something in her palm, and whispered discreetly, “The bag of weed’s twenty bucks extra.”

The attendant’s eyes widened and she seemed frozen, leaning out the window, and oblivious as Kristy took the zip-lock bag and replaced it with a bill. Manny whispered in Kristy’s ear, “Keep the car here.”

The attendant looked down at the scantily-clad hot girl in a hot car, and down to where her stockinged thighs were spread, and at the youth next to her who was finger-banging her pussy. Manny withdrew his two fingers, made eye contact with the attendant, and inserted his fingers into his mouth, slurping at the slut-girl juices.

The attendant felt her heart beats throbbing through her entire body, as the young man stared directly into her eyes, lasciviously sucking at his sticky fingers. Her hands gripped down on the window ledge.

She saw him move his fingers down again, push them between the bare lips, again pumping in and out of the driver’s pussy. As their gaze broke, she looked to the driver, collared neck thrown back and to the side, eyes open and staring at the attendant as if to dare the attendant to fault her for opening up her thighs for this lustful display.

The attendant saw the young man lean forward, and now he stretched his arm out the window, two wet fingers heading toward her face. In a subconscious response she’d fault herself over later, she opened her mouth closed her eyes, and craned her neck forward.

When the fingers touched her tongue she closed her lips, sucking at licking away, savouring the taste, a special treat in the middle of a long shift. It was the first time she’d ever tasted another woman, but she didn’t want to debate that now.

All too soon for her, the fingers withdrew, and the car sped away, and she quickly adjusted herself, trying to breathe deeply to compose herself before a family of six drew up to her window in a van to argue over expired coupons.

When Manny had pulled back, he gave Kristy the command to drive away, and now she was zooming down city streets again.

“That was SOOOOoooo hot,” she said, as Manny was trying to work a third finger into her juicy warm hole. “Next red light we hit, you better fuckin’ finger bang my clitty ‘til I cum!”

–

Kristy drove the car uphill on a dirt road, turned and came to a stop in an area that seemed dark and deserted, a flat gravel parking area surrounded by bushes. Through the front windshield, between branches, Manny could see that they were perched on the hillside, overlooking the glittering city below.

Kristy grabbed the baggie of marijuana and some rolling papers from the glove compartment. Manny stayed quiet and kept his hands to himself. The smell of the fries in the bag beside his feet was making him feel hungry.

“Ok, let’s go,” Kristy said, grasping a lighter and the thick joint she had rolled out of several cigarette papers, and stepping out of the car.

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Part I: The Confrontation

As Michael peered threw the living room window he could see the hands of his twenty year old girl friend Trisha wrapped around the muscular ass cheeks of the stud she was sucking off. She made sure she kept an open view of her sucking clear to the picture window were she knew Michael might be watching. The stud had one hand around the back of her head as he guided his huge prick into her young tight mouth. From the corner of the room another well hung stud made his entrance, he was wearing only a pair of cutoffs with no shirt and dirty work boots.

He was carrying an expensive bottle of her Fathers good scotch in one hand and what looked like a pair of Trisha’s panties in the other. Trisha’s little frame sat on the couch, she had the base of the standing stud’s cock wrapped with one hand as the swollen head pushed in and out between her pouted tight lips. It looked as if the stud was about to blow his load as Trisha quickly jerked the horse cock in and out of her mouth, as the second stud came over to the couch he unzipped then dropped his cutoffs to the floor a cock at least 8 inches in length sprang out as she grabbed it with her free hand. She was now jerking one off while she sucked the other, then she started going from cock to cock sucking each one with a frenzy.

Michael still watching his young girlfriend from the window, managed to spring his own cock free as he slowly jerked himself off. As Michael watched closely he thought he recognized one of the studs, yes it looked like one of her ex-boy friends Danny if he remembered right. One of the men started to blow his nut, pulling out he sprayed his load all over his Trisha’s red little bra which was the sıhhiye escort only thing she was left wearing. The stud with the scotch took a seat on the couch resting back he pulled her between his legs and pushed her head down onto his rock hard cock, she sucked willingly. The other stud that just blew his nut was hard again in no time. Getting down behind her as she kneeled he parted her tight tanned ass cheeks and slowly inserted his middle finger into her fiery pussy.

He fucked her with his finger, as she raised her head off his friend’s cock moaning, she reached back grabbing one of her own ass cheeks pulling it apart to make room for the finger. As she pulled her ass cheeks apart her ex boyfriend drooled some spit between her ass cheeks, and slowly started to rub the huge head of his eight inch hard-on against her virgin asshole, a hole that even Michael didn’t get a chance to penetrate yet. Michael couldn’t believe his eyes was she really going to let the stud fuck her in the ass for the first time? But before Michael could even finish the thought he could hear his young girlfriend moan through the living room window. Michael looked back at the threesome as the stud slid his throbbing member into Trisha’s hot virgin ass. He grabbed her tight little ass cheeks with his big hands, as the other one sitting on the couch directed her moaning mouth back to his hard cock, she took it back in her mouth with no hesitation. The ass fucker started slapping her on the ass as she sucked his buddies cock.

Meanwhile Michael quietly walked into the front door of the house and walked his way down the hall way now clearly hearing the moans coming tandoğan escort from his girlfriend’s mouth. He slowly peered around the wall looking into the living room he could see the two men having their way with his little girl. How’s it going honey Michael blurted out stunning all three of the naked participants. Hi honey, want you to meet to good friends of mine, Todd and Danny.

Michael walked over to the threesome stretching out his hand to the one fucking his girlfriend in the ass. Danny looked shocked but kept fucking her tight ass, ‘ahaha nice to meet you’ he said to Michael, taking one hand off Trisha’s ass to shake Michael’s hand. You guys keep doing what your doing, looks like she’s really enjoying it. Relax guys, Michael said calmly, this has been a fantasy of ours for awhile now and your helping us fulfill it, keep fucking her. They seemed to relax but still didn’t seem to sure that this situation was cool. Trisha went back to sucking, Todd went back to fucking and Michael just sat in the chair beside them with cock in hand jerking himself off.

Trisha started to jerk the cock off in her mouth faster and faster Todd was ready to unload fill her up guy she’s a little slut she loves it hu baby ‘yes I fuckin love it a cock in my mouth and ass, big enough to satisfy’. Todd started shooting pulling out he threw a load of sperm all over her pretty young face. She rubbed it all over her lips just as Danny started coming in her ass, pulling out he sprayed a huge load which dripped between the crack of her ass and down over her pussy. She turned to Michael, “I want to fuck you baby want some sloppy seconds” better than nothing at tunalı escort all. She stood up as Michael pulled his pants down to his ankles sitting in the chair. Her sexy little body walked its way over to him she straddled his lap grabbing his cock with her cum soaked hand, haven’t got it in the pussy yet baby its waiting for you after they get it. Fuck me she turned to Danny yelling, his cock already for another run.

She sat on Michael’s lap as Danny came up behind her. Michael held her around the waist as Danny was about to enter her pussy. Michael could feel Danny’s body weight pushing Trisha’s small frame against his chest as Danny started to penetrate her hot hole. ‘Yes fuck me hard baby fuck me”, Trisha cried, she turned towards Michael, ‘feel OK baby’ Michael asked, yes honey feels unfuckin believable. Michael started to kiss his young girlfriend deeply on the mouth, as her ex-boyfriend continued to pound her from behind. He could taste the salty sperm that was shot in her mouth just moments before by the biggest dick of the two. He kissed and licked her pouted lips, Todd now hard and with cock in hand came over from the couch slapping his buddy on the ass, let me have a turn on the bitch dude, Danny withdrew from her pussy just as Trisha was having another orgasm, grabbing Michael around the neck she screamed, “I’m fucking coming, her pussy wasn’t empty long as Todd sank his horse cock into her dripping hole.

Fuck her fuck her good, Michael yelled, stick it in her ass, ya my ass Trisha agreed. Todd withdrew placing the head of his cock at the entrance of her hot now not so virgin asshole. He slid in inch by inch as Michael reached underneath his girlfriends little frame to find her pussy with his fingers, her cunt still waiting for its first load to be fed to it from one of these hard studs. Michael could feel the thrusting of Todd’s cock being rammed in and out of his young girlfriends tight pussy. A joint was being passed around now with everyone taking a hit, the party was just getting started.

(End of Part 1)

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The big General Electric CF-6 engine on the 767 droned steadily as it winged its way Westbound, 30,000 feet above the American heartland. Kathy stared out the window, her mind buzzing with thoughts of what lay ahead. Her transition was almost complete, from mousey, prudish housewife, to a total slut. And the adventure at the end of this journey would make it so.

She thought back to how it all began, right after her husband Ken’s death. She had married young to a much older man. He was a bastard and had controlled every facet of her life. Because of her youth and having been brought up by strict, over protective parents, she was naive to worldly things, especially anything to do with sex. Ken had contributed little to her enlightenment in that regard, for their once a week sex in the missionary position with little or no foreplay was all he was interested in.

Living with him on their dairy farm, she worked long days, taking care of the house, but also doing many chores around the farm. She had little time for makeup, doing her hair or pampering herself in any way. Her entertainment was limited to the occasional television show and the constant blare of her husband’s favorite country music station. Most nights she just fell into bed, dead tired from the long day. Fortunately, no children had blessed their union, a miscarriage and hysterectomy at 18, ten months into the marriage had made sure of that.

When Ken died, she was at first lost, unable to cope, but somehow made it through the initial shock. Ken had no other family, so the farm was hers, and she was astonished to find out how much it and the livestock were worth. Wanting nothing more to do with it, she put the place up for sale and sold it for a tidy sum. Her marriage to him was a chapter of her life that she wanted to forget.

She was able, with the windfall, to purchase a comfortable house in the suburbs and put away a significant nest egg. With her new independence, she decided to go back to school and take interior design, something she had been interested in for quite awhile, but had never been allowed to pursue.

After 22 years in a bad relationship, she was finally able to spread her wings and discover things that had previously been taboo. It was soon after she started her classes that she bought a computer and discovered the world of the internet.

It hadn’t taken her long to discover the vast amount of sex related sights. It was there that her transformation had begun. She could hardly believe the variety of sexual activity depicted online. Never in her years of marriage had Ken put his lips anywhere other than on hers and her breasts. And he had never ever suggested that she take his penis in her mouth or up her anus. Looking at pictures and video clips of such activity had certainly opened her eyes. She was embarrassed at first by the feelings of excitement she felt while viewing such images.

And then she had found the world of chat rooms. Initially she just was a lurker, remaining silent and watching others in their sexual play. She found out quickly, that a woman revealing her self in a chat room had no problem finding someone with which to connect, male or female. She observed this sub culture intently, making herself aware of the subtleties of these places, knowledge being her ally if she was to reveal herself and find pleasure here.

And after a few months of just observing, she did reveal herself. It was a new and exciting experience. She engaged in cyber sex with both men and women, playing roles, trying everything and anything. Soon typing words like, cock and cunt, fuck and suck, which had not been in her vocabulary, became ofise gelen escort almost second nature to her. She sat before her computer into the wee hours, often masturbating as she enjoyed anonymous sex with cyber partners. The cyber world was so addicting. She was also beginning to discover her inner self that for so many years had been repressed.

As time passed phone sex became a part of her life. She loved it, hearing the words that before she only read on her computer screen. It was so much more intimate than cyber. She found she was good at it, able to work her phone partners into sexual frenzy. She loved the low animalistic growls of pleasure that they made when they came. She developed quite a reputation, using her online nickname, “Horny Widow”, as a phone sex slut. It wasn’t, however, until she met Rick, that her journey towards being a complete slut really began.

Rick was different; she could tell that from the first time they chatted on line. He took time with her, getting to know her feelings, not just using her for “wham bam thank you mam” gratification. They chatted for hours; he cared about her thoughts, her needs, and her desires. The first time she heard his voice, she knew that he was the one that she would take the next step with.

They had been chatting online and on the phone for several months when the opportunity presented itself. He was traveling to a city only an hour and a half from her home on business. He suggested that they meet for dinner and she was more than ready. There was an immediate sexual spark between them and dinner was forgotten as they rushed to his hotel room.

For her, it had been everything she had hoped. Rick took his time; the focus was all on her and her pleasure. He explored her body with fingertips and lips, caressing every curve and turn. And when, for the first time, a man’s lips found her hot center, she lost control, crying out in pleasure, gripping his hair, experiencing sensations that she had not believed possible. He made her cum over and over with his skilled lips and tongue, and then when she thought she could take no more, he entered her.

Again he went slowly, a beautiful rhythm, letting the sensations build, until again she cried out and her body shook. It was only then that he allowed his own pleasure to take the forefront, thrusting hard and deep until a deep grunt of pleasure escaped his throat and he exploded deep inside her.

They made love numerous times over the next two days. Both were insatiable. He became her teacher, letting her try things, her needs the most important. For the first time, at age 42, she sucked a man’s cock. She enjoyed that pleasure immensely, loving the texture, the scent and the taste of his flesh. And when, she brought him to the edge, and he tried to pull away, she clamped her lips around him, letting his seed spurt into her mouth, savoring this new sensation, truly enjoying the taste of his cum.

Their relationship was intense; he went out of his way to allow her to fulfill her deepest desires. She experimented with everything, anal sex, light bondage, even some pee play in the shower. They did it in public places; the possibility of perhaps getting caught exciting her. And she, not Rick, had introduced a digital camera into their trysts. She posted photos of herself on the net, careful not to allow her entire face to be displayed, yet aroused by the thoughts of men masturbating over her naked image.

They even tried some threesomes, Rick arranging discreet partners, both male and female to join them. It was after one of those sessions, after otele gelen escort the other woman had left, that the idea of her participating in a gang bang had come up. She mentioned to him that she had got turned on by an online video of a woman with a group of men. When he said that he could set something like that up, she became excited and encouraged him to do so.

And that was how she had ended up on this flight, heading to Vegas to meet Rick and his golf buddies and finally becoming a true cum slut. The announcement that the plane was in it’s final descent snapped her back from her daydreaming, and she felt a tingle of excitement as the wheels touched down on the runway.

A limo, arranged by Rick was waiting for her and drove her to the Bellagio. What a beautiful place she thought as she registered and took in the opulent surroundings. Rick had arranged everything first class, taking care of her as he always did.

When she got to her suite, she marveled at the luxury and the attention to detail, mentally making note of some things that she would use in her little design business back home. She saw the flashing message light and picked up the phone. It was Rick, letting her know that they were out golfing and would call her around 8:00 PM after they got back to the hotel. He told her he had arranged a spa treatment for her and was looking forward to seeing her tonight.

She unpacked and called the spa, arranging a facial, manicure and pedicure. She thought back to the years on the farm and how not once had Ken allowed her to spend money on a beauty treatment, save for a cheap haircut.

After the spa, she came back and ordered in a light dinner and a glass of wine. She ate alone, her thoughts now turning to what she was about to do. Sex with Rick and his seven buddies, her nipples tingled just at the idea of it. She sipped her wine, wishing that the time would pass more quickly; she was ready and wanted it to happen now.

When the phone rang, she jumped, the anticipation having made her tense. She heard Rick’s soft voice, “Are you sure you want this?’ he said, “You can still change your mind and no one will be upset.”

“Yes, I want it,” she whispered into the phone “I need this!”

With that, he gave her the suite number and the phone disconnected. She went to the bathroom and checked herself out in the big mirror. She looked good, she thought, the simple black dress she had picked accentuated her figure, especially her full breasts and curvy hips. She was a sexy lady; the mousey farm wife had become one hot woman. She turned and headed out of her room, walking purposely toward her adventure.

Rick let her in and the heads of all the men in the room turned toward her. She felt her skin flush as she knew what they were thinking. Things were unhurried, introductions, small talk as everyone tried to be comfortable. Rick’s friends were all well groomed and polite, all in their mid to late forties. She could feel the excitement build with every passing moment, and was ecstatic when Rick finally said, “It’s time.”

She excused herself, going to the bathroom, closing the door behind herself. She stripped off her dress, hanging it on a hook on the door. She removed her bra, smiling as she admired her own breasts in the mirror. Her fingertips slid into the waistband of her panties and she slipped them off, baring her freshly shaved sex. She decided to leave on her stockings and pumps, thinking that they made her legs look more attractive and that they would turn the guys on. With a last glance at herself, she turned and opened the door.

Her sincan escort eyes widened as she saw that all the men were naked. She should have expected this, and the initial shock turned quickly to excitement. She moved to the center of the room, walking confidently, hearing the whispered compliments of the men. A quiet filled the room, no one seeming to know how to begin. It was her show, she thought, and she decided to take control.

She moved toward one of the men who was seated in the corner, dropping down to her knees as she parted his legs. Her nipples brushed his legs as she took his already hard shaft in hand and dipped her lips to the head. Her body was hot, the knowledge that seven others were watching her made her skin tingle. She skillfully teased him with her lips and tongue, coating his cock with her saliva, slurping noisily on purpose to excite the others.

She moved around then, finding each of their cocks with her lips, teasing them as she had the first, her excitement increasing with each passing second. She left Rick to last, taking his familiar shaft deep into her throat as she had so many times.

She let him pop from her lips, his cock rock hard. She looked into his eyes and whispered, “Lie down!”

He lay on his back and she straddled him, lowering her dripping slit onto his engorged shaft. She began fucking him, riding his cock as her big tits jiggled and swayed, seven pairs of eyes fixed on her.

As she rode Rick, the others began to move. She felt a presence behind her, a strong hand sliding up her back, easing her forward. A hard cock pressed against the puckered star of her anus. It pressed in, past the tight sphincter and a twinge of pain mixed with her pleasure as the cock pushed into her bowels. Two cocks filled her now, and she moved her hips slowly, sensuously against them.

A third hard cock bobbed before her and she found it with her lips. Things became a blur then, her hands finding other cocks as she sucked and was fucked. Hands groped her body, the sensations overwhelming. She had never felt more alive, this was what she wanted, needed. Cock replaced cock in her mouth and ass, the only constant was Rick’s beautiful shaft in her hot cunt.

The waves of pleasure broke over her again and again. Her body shook as a powerful orgasm gripped her. As she did, she felt Rick’s strong hands on her waist, holding her, reassuring her.

She heard a deep growl of pleasure as the man fucking her ass flooded her bowels with his hot seed. Almost simultaneously the cock in her mouth erupted, the thick creamy cum sliding into her throat as she swallowed greedily. Other cocks spurted, semen shooting onto her back, her face and into her hair. She felt a deep satisfaction from being able to pleasure so many men at once. Another cock was pushed into her willing mouth and she suckled it as it too released a heavy load. As that cock slipped from her lips, her fingers moved to her cheek, scooping a glob of jizz into her mouth.

One by one the men pulled away, until only she and Rick remained together. She rose up, riding him, clenching her muscles around his flesh. Her eyes caught his, just as his hips rose and his beautiful cock spurted deep inside her. Her arms found him, hugging him tightly, holding him close as they lay together savoring the sweet afterglow of sex. She closed her eyes, her head nestled against his chest, feeling him gently stroking her hair as their bodies calmed.

She did not know how long they lay together that way, but when she finally opened her eyes, the others were gone. She rose up on her elbows, smiling down at Rick, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Her lips found his and they kissed long and deeply, acknowledging the bond they shared, letting each other know that everything was alright.

Her mind whirled, it had been quite an experience, one she would not soon forget, and one that she hoped would be repeated before she had to fly home. Her transformation seemed complete, and she felt very content.

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Author’s note … Sequence matters. Consider starting at the beginning.

*

Chapter Nine — Life at Home

Sarah and I were sitting out on the patio, still discussing last weekend’s fantasies having turned to realities.

“Well, at least my ass doesn’t hurt anymore,” I said.

“Like mine didn’t? You and Ralph got me pretty good. Reality isn’t always as good as fantasy. Perhaps you learned a lesson? I love our fantasies, but don’t want to wreck them or somehow lose you.”

“There is no way that experiencing our fantasies can wreck them, not in my heart and mind. I just revise them a bit and move forward with new, improved ones. Do you want to hear my updated ‘two men and Sarah’ fantasy?”

I heard a door closing softly, probably our bedroom door. “Oh, shit,” I said. I’d forgotten to lock the bedroom door and my wallet was lying on the dresser. I got up and checked it. All of the credit cards were still there, but I was certain that I had two twenties and now there was just one. Stephanie was still stealing.

Steph was in the kitchen when I approached her. “Kid, when are you going to stop stealing?”

“I didn’t take that twenty. Someone else did.” She responded.

“Steph. You are just too damn honest to be a decent thief. You need to pursue another line of work.” I retorted quietly as I headed back to the patio. There was no point in trying to get the money back; we would have to make this painful in other ways.

“Sarah, have you noticed that Steph doesn’t go crazy angry as much? But, she’s still a liar and a thief.”

“What has she done now?” asked Sarah.

I explained; doing everything I could to keep Sarah from screaming after Stephanie. “We already told Steph what would happen if we caught her stealing — a month with no car and no cell phone.”

As Sarah called the cell phone company to suspend service, I went out and put the steering wheel lock on the Mustang. Asking for the keys was a waste of time. Stephanie always had copies made of any keys we let her touch. I went and asked Stephanie to come out on the patio for a minute.

“Stephanie,” I said, “You stole a twenty out of my wallet. Remember the consequence we gave you for stealing? No car or cell phone for a month.”

“No I didn’t!!! Oh mom, please don’t — all my friends only know my cell number. How will I get to school? I just won’t go.”

“Just quit stealing. It’s done kid, next month, same date and time, the service will be restored,” her mom said quietly.

“I’ll give you a ride to school every day,” I said. “Don’t forget, your $10 daily lunch money and allowance depends on your attendance — there had better be no calls from the school.” Stephanie could not deal with a week; it was still an eternity to her. At 9 PM, each school night, I gave her $10 if we had not gotten an absence or tardy call for the day. We were up to about 80% attendance except for math, but that is a different problem — one thing at a time.

Stephanie slammed the patio door and returned inside, swearing under her breath.

“That’s more like a 12 year old, progress.” I said.

“Yeah, it looks like she might actually graduate if she passes the FCAT. I’ve given her 30 days to get a job after graduation. If she gets a job and holds it for 30 days, I’ll put the Mustang in her name.”

“What happens if she refuses to get a job?” I asked.

“Well, she can’t live here. Mom has offered again to set Stephanie up in an apartment and pay most of her rent. Mom is so worried that Steph will piss you off. She loves you — with me. I think it’s a great idea.”

Terrific, I thought to myself; let’s reward this kid for being a bum. I decided to change the subject for a minute. “Stephanie sure looks better. Her complexion has cleared up; she must have lost 20 pounds. And she actually smiles a lot.”

“Do you really think she looks good? She was so beautiful when she was 15. Long, blond hair, thin legs, she coulda been a contenda.” Sarah liked to use phrases from her favorite movies.

“Yes Stephanie is becoming pretty. Sarah, there is no way that I can be the cause for you and your mom to reward Steph for bad behavior. I will feel horrible. On the other hand, I agree. If she cannot get and hold a job, she doesn’t deserve to live here.”

“What do you mean? I should throw her out?”

“If she’s not working or attending school, yes. Just think about it,” I said.

Sarah returned to her laptop. She was taking Internet based classes that would eventually lead to a master’s degree in education. Her computer skills may be limited, but not her tenacity. I made my living as a software architect, but was continually impressed by Sarah’s ability to adapt, to learn new ideas about teaching.

Sarah’s teaching seemed to inspire students: those who really understood English grammar learned to enjoy classic literature and those who really needed to learn the basics of reading and writing became more proficient through her careful, patient, thorough teaching kızılay escort of basic grammar.

I put my foot gently in her crotch and rubbed her pussy. She glances up, smiles and gently returns my foot to the floor. “Why don’t you use your laptop and plan our fantasy vacation for Spring break?” She said.

My lanky lady, who walked like John Wayne, was becoming my slut in the bedroom. I loved her so much. I’d been suggesting we spend the break on a Caribbean island, at a beach resort, and fulfill some more of our fantasies. Now Sarah was calling it our fantasy. Wow.

Let’s see. What kind of accommodations did we need? Clearly something that is on or very near the beach with a king size bed. The availability of fun places to dance would be important. I started search. I quickly realized that the number of possibilities was overwhelming and the quality of information on the net was just fair. Time to buy some books.

Fantasies and teasing become a greater part of our love making. Especially during our Saturday morning romps.

There was the Saturday morning when “Peter” was fucking Sarah.

“Now that you have your dick in me, fuck me with it Tommy,” said Sarah.

“I’m not Tommy, I’m Peter. Tommy’s sitting in the chair over there stroking his cock.”

“Ok, ‘Peter’, let’s do it,” she said.

“Exactly what do you want me to do? I promised Tommy that you’d cum so hard the bed would shake.”

“Put your finger in me and suck my tits,” Sarah replied.

I pulled my dick out replaced it with my finger in her pussy and began to lightly suck her nipples, frequently switching between them. This is not how Sarah liked it. She pulled my head down harder with one hand and pulled my hand into her pussy harder with the other. Raising my head for a second, I said, “Tell me how you want it, beautiful.”

“Peter, suck my nipple, much harder, squeeze it tight with your lips. I’ll tell you when to switch. Oh, yes, that’s it. Now push your hand up harder on my pussy. Curve your finger up and feel for the spot. Oooo, that’s much better.” Sarah’s hips began to rise off the bed. “Now my other nipple, give it the same attention.”

After sucking on her other nipple for a minute, I slid down along Sarah’s beautiful body and began to kiss her stomach, slowly moving lower. Sarah spread her thighs wide, her hands moved to my hair. While my finger moved around her g-spot, my palm just barely touched her hooded clit. Sarah was getting frustrated.

“You bastard, you know what I want,” Sarah said.

“How could I know? I just met you several hours ago” ‘Peter’ responded.

“Lick my pussy, suck my clit, PLEASE. Now, Peter.”

I began to seriously lick her sweet pussy, up and down each side, touching her hood but never quite getting to her clit. I could tell it was as engorged as ever. By now Sarah was ramming her body into my mouth while pulling my head into her pussy. I continued to hold out.

Finally, Sarah said, nearly screaming, “Peter, put your lips around my clit, suck it and lick my clit. Make me cum. NOW.”

I paused a few seconds and began to respond to her requests.

“Stick a finger in my ass,” Sarah moaned.

With a finger moving in and out of each hole and my mouth glued solidly to her pussy with my tongue sliding across her clit, Sarah’s entire body began to shake in orgasm.

“Ooo, Tommy, he’s making me cum so strongly.” Sarah was fully into the role playing by now. “Now Pete is going to fuck me, doggie style.” Sarah rolled over, pulling my hand out of her crotch and got on her knees, her face on a pillow turned to the empty chair. “Lube up, Peter, I want you to fuck me long and hard.”

I grabbed the lube and put it on my dick and the small soft plastic dildo attached to the ring around my dick — Sarah had never seen this new toy. Sarah didn’t know it yet, but ‘Pete’ was going to fuck her in the ass at the same time as her pussy. Before I commenced fucking, I put some lube on my thumb and pushed it gently in Sarah’s ass.

“Later Peter, fuck my pussy. Now!”

“What if Peter fucks both your pussy and ass at the same time?” I asked. Before she could answer my dick head slid past the entrance to her pussy and the tip of the dildo rest firmly on her bum hole. Then I pushed a bit and both slid all the way in.

“Oh my God, what is that?” said Sarah.

“Ole ‘Peter’ is giving you something special. I’m just waiting a few seconds for your ass to relax a bit.” I reached around with a well lubed hand and found Sarah’s clit between my thumb and forefinger. I began to fuck and squeeze at the same time. I was just moving lightly when Sarah began a long series of orgasms, shaking her body.

“Oh, fuck,” she squealed, pounding her fist on the mattress.

Sarah’s pussy was as tight as I could recall. She not only moved back and forth, but side to side and up and down. It was like my dick was a huge paint brush gliding over her entire uterus maltepe escort with cum based paint. I counted at least three big orgasms before deciding it was my turn. I let go of Sarah’s clit and pulled out for a moment. In a flash the ring was off my dick and on the floor. I placed my hands on Sarah’s hips, aimed ‘Peter’s’ dick for her pussy and pushed it home. My hands pulled her hips back as I slammed my body forward. It was the deepest I had ever penetrated Sarah’s pulsating pussy.

“Oh, Peter, keep fucking me just like that.”

Every muscle in my body was tensing as I began to cum. Sarah pushed back in just the right way, forcing stream after stream of cum deep into her body.

“Oh my God, it so GOOD,” ‘Peter’ yelled. As my orgasm subsided, Sarah sank down on the bed and I lay on top of her. Legs on legs, feet intermeshed, torso on torso. Balancing on my elbows, I kissed her neck and shoulders and placed my hand on her upturned cheek. My sensitive dick did not shrink and we continued to fuck slowly, sensuously.

“Was that good enough Tommy?” I said, turning my head to look at the empty chair.

Chapter Ten — Stephanie Becomes Homeless

Some kids can learn from their parents as examples. Others must figure it out on their own. Stephanie was one of the later.

“I’ve told you at least 20 times that you must get a job. You know the consequences if you don’t. There are dozens of places looking for kids. Taco Bell, McDonald’s, JC Penny, Publix, any place will do. The Mustang will remain locked up until you get a job. You are down to your last 5 days. We haven’t even seen evidence that you have applied for a job.” Sarah said — the exasperation clear in her voice.

“Mom, working at Taco Bell or McDonald’s is so degrading. When I am a mother, I won’t be so cruel. Can I have $15 to go to dinner at AppleBee’s with Kelley?” Stephanie retorted.

“Are you nuts? We are providing shelter, food and even a car. If you want money, work for it like everyone else.” I retorted.

“You’ve got exactly five days to get a job or move out. If you want to test my resolve, fine. I’ve had the locks changed before. The handyman will screw the bedroom window shut.” Sarah said.

Stephanie said something under her breath as she slammed the patio door and returned to her room.

Steph had been going out every night with her friends. There were at least two girls and a guy over at all times when Steph was home. We constantly found them, fully clothed, asleep in almost a heap.

“I wonder what she is doing for money? Stealing?” I said.

Five days later, as I arrived home from work, I noticed a flurry of activity. There was someone replacing the locks to the front door. The handyman was working on the windows to Stephanie’s bedroom. Sarah was dragging a suitcase out the front door. She’d thrown Steph out. Amazing.

“Hey babe, how are you doing?” I asked.

“Just peachy Tommy. I love doing this,” Sarah said, in a tearful but angry way. “I never thought you would actually go through with it. It’s got to be horrible.”

“Well, Steph brought it on herself. I got a call from my mother about an hour ago. Steph and her two of her girl friends went over to Mom’s. They were all chatting and laughing when Steph excused herself to go to the bathroom. She stole at least $100 out of Mom’s purse. Mom figured it out just before they left. She knows how broke Steph is and she was offering to give them twenty dollars for some ice cream when they quickly excused themselves and left. I’ve got to call the cell phone company next.”

I thought about the whole situation and said, “Hold on. You will need to talk to Steph everyday. She is still your daughter and you love her. Perhaps you should let her keep the cell phone?”

“Stephanie will drive me up the wall by calling every two minutes.”

“Oh, that will happen whether she has her own phone or not. She’ll just use someone else’s phone. You just won’t be able to call her.”

Sarah thought about it for a few seconds, walked back in; got Stephanie’s cell phone charger and put it in the suitcase. Sarah put a note on the suitcase, paid the men and we went to the patio to face the inevitable when Stephanie got home.

“She’s out spending my Mom’s money. That should take about another hour. I’m miserable — will you be able to handle it Tommy?”

I kissed her on the cheek. Sarah just didn’t enjoy sex very much when she was under stress. “You’ll find a way to make it up someday,” I said with a smile. “Think about what you are going to say when she calls. How about something like, ‘I love you. When you get a job, you can move back and use the Mustang.’?”

A little later we heard banging on the door. Then the doorbell rang incessantly for five minutes. Finally, the inevitable phone call. Actually, it was more like 20 phone calls. Sometimes Steph would hang up. Sometimes Sarah. Any time Stephanie would swear or scream; Sarah would hang up. mamak escort But somehow, through all of that Sarah stayed reasonably calm and communicated what she expected Stephanie to do before she would be permitted to move home.

Sarah took the last call from Stephanie about 8 PM. It was a bit calmer. Sarah made it clear that no more calls would be accepted until the next day. Sarah disconnected the house phone and turned off her cell phone. My cell phone rang a bit later. I talked to a tearful Stephanie for a few seconds, wished her the best, hung up and turned off my cell for about an hour.

We never learned where she spent that first night. Probably with one of her friends who stayed over regularly. But she moved in with her other grandmother within a few days. Grandma Mary had a one bedroom apartment with a small sofa. It had to be uncomfortable for them both. Sarah called Stephanie’s cell phone every evening about 7 PM. Sometimes they talked, other times Sarah just left a message.

“What did you talk about?” I asked.

“Steph just complained how difficult and painful it was to sleep on Grandma Mary’s sofa. I always end my calls with ‘I love you’.”

Finally, after two weeks or so, we get a call with a glimmer of hope. “Steph called today. She needs a copy of her social security card. I put it in an envelope on the porch and she picked it up sometime later.” Sarah said.

About 1 AM that same night, my cell phone rang. It was Stephanie. “Do you remember your promise to pick me up if I was in trouble, no questions asked?” She said in a whisper.

“Yes, where do you need me? I will pick you up and take you anywhere you want within reason, except here.” I responded. Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at a small home and Stephanie was outside with two very large young men. When they seemed to impede her leaving, I turned on the inside car light, lifted up the cell phone and began to dial 911. One of them noticed and they let Steph go.

“Thank you Tommy,” she said as we drove away.

“Where to?” I asked.

“Grandma Mary won’t let me in after 11. I missed it by just 30 minutes, such a bitch. Don’t worry. Kelley said I could spend the night at her place.”

As she got out of the car at Kelley’s, Steph said, “I applied for a job at three places today.”

“Good, I hope you get a job soon. I miss you around the house.”

“I miss you too, Tommy, but I miss my own bed more than anything you can imagine.” Stephanie said as she closed the car door.

The next morning, a hot Friday in August, I told Sarah about my excursion much earlier. She was unhappy that I had gone out. “You need your sleep for your job. I don’t want Stephanie ruining your life too.”

“Stephanie needed someone. She hasn’t abused my offer to drive her when she is in a troublesome jam. If something bad had happened, I would feel terrible. It’s just part of me, that’s all. I made the same deal with my kids. I like to think that they believe, even today, that I would drop everything on a phone call and come to them.”

Just then the house phone rang. Sarah answered, “Hi Ted. It’s on for tonight? No, I haven’t told Tommy but I am sure he will be up for it.” She listens for a moment and goes on, “Yes, Ted, in more ways than one. And if I know Tommy, he’ll keep it up. Tell Mary we will be there by dinner time. Love you, bye.”

“What was that?” I asked.

“We’re going to live one of our fantasies tonight. Take a good shower and shave your balls carefully,” Sarah said.

Chapter Eleven — Tommy, Sarah, Ted and Mary

As I stood in the shower, working the razor carefully around my scrotum, I thought back to when I started shaving. It goes back to a few weeks after I started fucking beautiful Priscilla so wondrously. “Your prick is a perfect size for my mouth, but I can’t stand getting all that hair in my mouth,” Priscilla said one day. That night, after Priscilla returned home to John, I shaved my balls and all around my dick for the first time. I haven’t gone more than four days without shaving ever sense. It seems like it was just a few hours ago, the first time I spent an afternoon with Priscilla with my newly shaved crotch.

“Oooo, you shaved! I love it,” Priscilla said as she put her hand under my scrotum. She spent the next twenty minutes licking my scrotum, sucking my balls gently all the way in her hungry mouth. I was writhing on the bed as she continued to lick and then slowly suck my dick right into her throat. Priscilla gently placed her hand on my chest, encouraging me to relax and just enjoy her ministrations.

Every time I felt my testicles collect and felt an orgasm start, Priscilla would put her hand around the base of my prick, push down and squeeze. My orgasm would subside even as I savored her licks on my slit.

Priscilla wasn’t selfish, but usually she made sure her first orgasm was complete before I could cum. So I wasn’t surprised when she swung her leg over my chest, moved back a bit and dropped her shaven pussy on my mouth. I began to lick in a circle around her entire sopping cunt, making sure I gave her engorged clit a lick, pushing it up with the tip of my tongue. Suddenly she pulled her mouth off my cock and threw her head back as her orgasm overtook her. She pushed her clit down on my tongue rubbing it herself. I felt her entire body shake.

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Fifty Four years old and time to try something new…

Brad and Karen are our names. Kids gone, out of college and working on their own. Married since college and both of us happy with one another…except for one minor stale area.

Yes, you guessed it, our sex life was routine, humdrum. Nothing new on either of us and tho it was pleasant and good it really had gotten to be unexceptional and, in a word, boring. Karen was always more straight arrow, less imaginative and I the opposite but it had worked for a long marriage.

One night laying there after she had happily cum twice, one with my fingers and once with my dick, and he had emptied his load inside her lovely body five months previously he had brought the staleness up. Surprisingly, she agreed then asked if he had any ideas on how to change it. They discussed that back and forth and followed up later as they did several of the things they talked about and it was better for a bit but it somehow returned to humdrum fairly quickly. They had touched on the idea of the Lifestyle like the Virginia Friends club and other couples club lifestyle groups and their organized nights in hotels rented for the night or big houses but neither had been brave enough then to seriously propose it. Lifestyle is code for what most would call “swingers” or “wife swapping” for recreational sex that did not ruin the marriage but spiced it up with some variety under controlled circumstances. That was the theory as he understood it.

She had hesitatingly brought it up again a month previously and suggested after talking about it then again that they should learn more about it and see if it would work for them. Karen had finally admitted that she loved his 7.5″ thick cock but had always wondered what another man’s dick felt like and especially if there were bigger than that, maybe even uncut and what sucking one with a hood over the tip would be like, you know, she had said, “what that would feel like.” She hinted that a Latin or African guy would be really exciting and he laughed before going ahead as a couple and joining Va. Friends so they could learn how it was supposed to work.

They had both read everything and finally agreed to go to a weekend monthly party at a large home that was smaller than the hotel group meetings most months and was tailored towards the “over 40” age group so they would not feel so self conscious being around 25 year old slim and sleek bodies. They were normal for their age and both looked reasonably good but hard to compete with a 30 year old gorgeous young woman in her prime Karen told him. Brad told her that his fantasy was a redhead who was at least 50 years old and he loved Karen just like she was more than any 30 year old woman.

At any rate, they had taken the plunge, joined, paid the fee for the gaziosmanpaşa escort event down at a big estate house on the river and it was the night. As they drove to the address straight laced but, dressed for church with some twists underneath, Karen read the event’s agenda out loud to him again and tried not to be nervous. In a scratchy voice she said: “Arrival, newcomers must sit through a short seminar on the Lifestyle first so they had to arrive an hour early, then snacks and drinks, dancing and socializing from 8 until somewhere around 10 when the lights would dim and more natural festivities could begin.”

He parked, opened her suv door and escorted her in as the house front door opened and they were welcomed. The seminar was just a repetition of the rules of swinging or lifestyle which they had read and tho they were nervous they weren’t surprised. He wondered to himself if Karen would actually go through with it and both wondered and whispered later to one another that perhaps no one would like them as a couple.

When they were done they got drinks and started mingling with the other six or eight couples there and enjoyed the socializing a great deal. They were one of two new couples and all seemed very open and not gross of grabby or anything too out there with normal conversation to ease into whatever would or might happen later.

Dancing started and pretty soon Tom felt a tap on his shoulder and a tall Latin man asked if he could cut in and dance with Karen. When he released Karen to the Latin man with a smile about her fantasy he saw a very attractive Irish looking redhead who turned out to be named Eileen that wanted to pick up where Karen had been. As they danced she said that the Latin man, Rodrigo, was her husband. Similar in age about 50 and very pleasant. They danced several dances and got closer with her nice tits pushing his chest and him feeling the top of her ass now and then as she could feel his hard dick against her tummy. They were getting along fine. Occasionally he watched as Karen danced with Rodrigo then one or two others but Rodrigo kept coming back to her and he too felt her nice tits on his chest and was groping her ass as well while he knew she must have been feeling his hard dick on her dress front like Eileen felt his.

He wondered to himself if she would go further and then quietly to Eileen the Irish redheaded wife dancing with him as they all knew they were new to the lifestyle. She laughed and said…wait until she feels Rodrigo’s cock..it is a big one and he is very respectful and knows how to use the uncut whopper.

With that the lights dimmed and dancing became more intimate. All the couples started fairly soon after kissing on the dance floor or sitting on a gölbaşı escort couch and kissing and feeling one an other’s bodies with hands everywhere. He was feeling Eileen’s tits as they kissed and she had grabbed his cock and groaned with happy as well. He glanced over and saw that there was no question what Karen would do. She had her hands inside the front of Rodrigo’s pants and was kissing him like she was dying of hunger while stroking his cock with her hand.

Brad was pretty sure that once Karen gave her lips to passionate kissing the rest would find passion and follow. it had always seemed to him that way with most women he had dated then with Karen after marriage and this sure seemed to be the case. In a few minutes she walked by with Rodrigo’s hand in hers and whispered to Brad: “Are you still okay with this, honey?”

His answer was, “absolutely. Have fun and let’s talk on the way home and share!”

The couple disappeared and Eileen soon guided him by the hand to a back room they had to themselves. She went into a bathroom and kissed him, stripped his shirt and pants off then told him to watch while she took her top off, unsnapped her green bra and revealed two very nice globes with large dark aureoles topped by dark brown raspberry size and textured nipples stiff as rocks then slid her matching green panties off to reveal a ginger bush that was as bushy as they get and handed him both panties which were already wet and bra which was a good sized set of cups.

Without a word, she scooted backward up onto the bathroom counter, opened her legs, pulled her feet up and pulled him with his cock sticking straight out towards her now gaping cooch and helped guide it to the entrance whispering: “watch it go in and out. I can too…your cock is so nice. I want to suck it and I want you to eat my pussy too but right now I want your dick inside my cooch.”

He was mesmerized as the mushroom head spread her lips and slid slowly inside her as her tits were pulled to him with his hands and she whistled and took in great gulps of air until he was all the way in then the two of them started finding a rhythmic push and pull to pull it back and then push it back inside her pussy. In what seemed like seconds her pussy clasped his cock and was flooded with hot wet liquid inside her as she grabbed him, closed her eyes and came all over his dick head. He was able to when she calmed down stroke her a few more times before spraying his white cum deep inside her cunt. When he was done they both watched some leak out around the seal of her pussy lips on his softening cock…

They finally slid her off the counter, kissed, and found the bed where she laid next to him until she was rested and he kissed her tits and pulled on those keçiören escort raspberry nipples making her moan and groan with happy. At some point she switched from holding his cock and balls to taking his cock in her mouth and offering him her ginger haired cunt to lick and eat which he did as she sucked him back to hardness. When he was near to blowing and she had had one more orgasm over his mouth she spun and sat atop him taking his cock all the way in after rubbing it on her asshole and then up and down the length of her cunt and sliding it in and slowly moving up and down fucking him as he pushed up and held her beautiful tits, pulling and swinging them with the occasional kiss on one or the other then a deep french kiss between them. They managed an unbelievable two more times cumming like that before they both lay back exhausted and satisfied. He right then could have cared less if Karen was screwing the football team he was so lost in sex and lust with Eileen and her ginger hair and nice snatch and tits.

It was then fun to snuggle and talk for a while before she thought they ought to go back and see how their spouses were getting along. She got a wet rag and cleaned his cock then her pussy and he helped her get panties and bra on and the two got dressed smiling and telling one another that if another opportunity came they would each love to do it again before walking hand in hand back into the main living room where various couples were or had also making their way back.

One couple was a red flushed faced Karen sitting enjoying Rodrigo’s company who grinned when she saw Brad and Eileen and motioned them over. She laughed and told Brad: “I hope you had as much fun as we did but it is time for me to grab my man and get back to our house!”

They all over a half hour said their goodbyes and ended up driving back to their respective homes.

On the way back home in the car Karen shared with him what she and Rodrigo had done and how much she had liked it. Pretty much straight sex with him feeling her, taking her clothes off then eating her pussy while rubbing a big 10″ dick on her tits until she came just from that. She admitted once she came he could have done anything with her and did. They did missionary, rested for a while then doggy style which ended when he had cum in her pussy with him sliding his wet but still hard big dick into her ass and getting enough in she knew what it felt like but admitted it was too big for her so they went back to regular fucking and she rode him on top one last time.

He told her his story and when they got home they showered together then laid next to one another with her stroking his used cock until it was hard then Karen laid on her side and reached his dick from behind then slid it into her pussy where they slowly pushed and pulled to their last orgasm of the night and fell asleep knowing they were going to do this again as it was the most exciting night they had enjoyed with sex in 30 years.

It was indeed a different and neat night and his once nervous about sex with others wife, Karen, was now enthusiastic under the right circumstances.

For that matter, so was he!

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Back in college, I lived with two fraternity brothers in a house fifteen minutes from campus during my junior and senior years. John was a solid friend since freshman year. We were on the baseball team together and had many of the same interests: sports, women, partying. Adam was a year behind us, played football and while friendly enough, was also a little unreliable. Maybe it was just being away from dorm life for the first time in his life, but he was a little shaky with things like upkeep around the house and paying his rent on time. Adam had a certain charm to him that made it easy to accept his apologies and at the same time made him seemingly irresistible to women. Of course, women may have found him attractive simply because he was: a six foot two inch receiver on the football team with shaggy dark hair, blue eyes and an easy smile.

As was our custom, we usually let friends know to stop by anytime over the weekend to relax. Since the house was traditionally connected to the fraternity, it had been decided to keep one of the four bedrooms “open”. That fourth bedroom was furnished with a couple of twin beds and there were also a couple mattresses in the furnished part of the basement – making it easy to crash if necessary. So, people liked to come over, play ping-pong or Xbox, watch games or movies on the big-screen television and just to more easily party away from the dorms.

One late autumn Friday, after classes had ended and I’d been to the store for “supplies”, Adam came into the kitchen as I was putting things away. He had just come back from practice, grabbed a beer from the fridge and, looking at the two 30 packs of beer and jugs of wine on the counter said: “Dude, what’s up for the weekend.”

“The usual,” I told him. “John and I are in this Madden tournament and you know people will probably be stopping by. Tomorrow, Meg and I are going to see a movie. She wants to see ‘Brokeback Mountain’. I’m arguing for ‘Syriana’, so we’ll see.”

“Good luck winning that one” he said chuckling before chugging his beer.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Well, going over to see this girl in my history class in a few minutes,” he said sheepishly.

“Thought you said that Kelly was coming by tonight,” I said.

Then, with that easy smile of course, Adam said: “She still might. If she does, tell her I just went out, Say I didn’t say anything except that I’d be back in a bit. Keep her entertained. You’ve got plenty of booze; put a movie in, whatever. Cover for me, pleeaase…”

I knew he was going to get laid and I knew we’d cover for him – just like we’d expect him to do the same for John or me if we needed it.

“Okay,” I told him. “You know she’ll try to reach you so don’t answer your phone and maybe call her after a while with some lame excuse.”

He laughed, “Right. Better come up with yet another lame excuse. Maybe if she has enough wine she won’t think much about it…”

With that, he chugged the rest of his beer, pulled on a hoodie and said: “Later, Bro.”

John came home a little while later with another 30 pack. He wanted to take a run. I had worked out earlier, so while he was gone, I filled a cooler full of beers, covered them with ice then moved into the living room with a couple bags of snacks. After John came back and showered, we settled in for a long evening of Madden football At least that’s what we thought it would be. An hour or so after we’d started, we heard the front door open followed by the familiar voice saying “Hi guys. Is anybody home?”

“Hi Kel,” we both said in unison. Two seconds later she was in the living room sitting on the chair across from us as we continued our Xbox game. Sitting there in short shorts and unzipped hoodie with a university logo t-shirt underneath, Kelly was definitely a head-turner. She had dark hair that fell just below her shoulders, brown eyes, long-legs, a perfect ass and tits that were just right for her body – my guess would be 34c’s. She was athletic and a co-captain of the women’s volleyball team. Besides that, she was just a friendly young woman.

“Don’t mind us, we just have to win this game and then we can take a break,” I said to her. “There are some cold beers in the cooler here and we have wine and liquor in the kitchen.”

She smiled and said: “Cool. I didn’t see Adam’s car. Do you guys know where he went?”

John and I shot each other a quick glance then John said: “He, uh, just left a little while ago and didn’t say anything except that he’d be back in a bit. Maybe he went to the video store or something…”

“Hmmm?” was all Kelly said – getting up and heading into the kitchen while taking out her cell phone. John and I looked at each other then shrugged our shoulders and continued our game.

A couple minutes later, Kelly returned but not with wine. Instead, she had a tall glass of her favorite drink – rum and coke. She sat down across from us again – crossing her tantalizing legs as she stared blankly at the television.

“Did you etimesgut escort reach Adam?” I asked.

“No answer,” she said. “I left him a message and texted him to see what’s up. Is there anything going on at the frat house or with the football team?” she asked.

“There’s nothing at the frat house that we know about.” I said. “Football practice was this afternoon and doubt they’d be doing much of anything since there’s a game tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ah,” she said taking another big gulp of her drink which was already nearly finished. “Oh well. Guess I’ll make myself another one of these.”

Half an hour or so later, John and I had finished our Madden competition for the night. Since we’d started, I think we had six or seven beers each and watched Kelly starting to work on her third tall rum and coke. We decided to put a DVD in and were looking through our collection when we heard Kelly’s phone. She answered questioningly then said: “Oh hi”…before walking outside to continue the conversation.

A few minutes later she came in and said it was Adam.

“What’d he say?” I asked.

She told us: “He said Coach Caz called a last minute film session over pizza and they took a break. He had to borrow Jo-Mo’s phone because he said he forgot his. They’ll probably be another hour he thinks. So what are we going to watch?”

John and I had briefly talked about putting a porn movie in, but then decided that she might not be in the mood considering Adam’s a no-show. So we came up with the next best thing. It was a movie that had a lot of sex in it, but wasn’t considered a porn film.

Since it was his movie, John asked: “Have you seen ‘Last Tango in Paris’ with Marlon Brando in it?”

“Hmm, haven’t seen it, but heard it was a little, um, risqué,” Kelly replied.

We laughed and John said: “Yep. There are some of those, er, risqué scenes, but they’re all artistically done.”

We laughed again and then I suggested we take a little toke while watching. We all sat down on the couch. I took a joint out of my shirt pocket, lit it and passed it around. Several minutes later we were all fairly messed up, watching the movie and, from our squirmy movements and breathing, getting horny. Kelly was sitting between us and the sight of her long legs and heaving of her breasts had an effect on my cock. I felt it stirring beneath my gym shorts and actually didn’t care if Kelly noticed. I’m sure John was feeling the same way. He’d often talked about what a “hottie” he thought Kelly was, so considering we’d been drinking, were stoned, and horny, I guess it shouldn’t have been a surprise to see John’s hand land on the inside of Kelly’s right leg – just above the knee. She made no move to remove his hand. Instead, I watched as she put her head back and briefly closed her eyes.

This encouraged me to put my hand on the inside of her other leg, just below where John’s was. Continuing to watch the movie, we each began to move our hand slowly up the inside of Kelly’s thighs to the edge of her shorts then back down again. We repeated this several times, watching the movie, and began to hear Kelly making soft “Mmm” sounds. John then removed his hand and turned slightly towards her so that he could more easily run his hand over Kelly’s t-shirt covered belly to her breasts. No one was watching the movie anymore. Kelly was sitting with her eyes closed and head tilted back, arms outstretched over her head. John took the hint, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. Tossing it to the floor, John and I were treated to the sight of Kelly lusciously clad in only a sheer white bra with nipples visibly pressed against the material. John wasted no time running his hand behind her back to unclasp her bra and immediately removed it. Without hesitation we both moved to her tits, each of us cupping one and then taking the exquisite nipple into our mouths.

The thought that Adam could walk in briefly crossed my mind, but hearing Kelly’s soft moans and feeling my cock throbbing under my shorts, I dropped to my knees, easily parting Kelly’s legs a little wider and began to lick the inside of her thighs. I could feel her growing heat as I moved up towards the junction “v” of her shorts. I looked up and saw John massaging each breast from behind the couch. He then bent over and put his mouth over one and then the other. Kelly was squirming when I reached up to unfasten her shorts. She raised her hips to help me slide them over her hips, down her legs to the floor. My cock got a jolt seeing the sheer white panties she wore that matched her bra. Her trimmed dark bush was visible through the material as was a growing wet spot between her legs. I had to taste her was my first thought and once again got to my knees to begin licking my way up her thighs again.

I heard John say: “Mmmm, you are so hot” followed by Kelly’s cell phone going off in her shorts on the floor.

As I know I had hoped, Kelly did not choose to ignore her etlik escort cell phone and allow us to continue on with our seduction efforts. She instead bolted into a sitting position as though awakened from a trance, reached for her cell phone in the pocket of her shorts, and listened to the message. We sat there dumb-founded while she told us what the message was. She said that since he had to be on campus early for game day preparations, Adam wanted to spend the night in the dorms. We watched her pick up her clothes, walk into the bathroom, and five minutes later. was saying good-bye to us. I’m sure she realized we were disappointed, but she was attached to Adam and we understood that. We did as Adam had asked: entertained her. The entertaining might have gone a little farther than intended, but there was no denying how exciting it was.

After Kelly left, John and I just sat there in stunned silence for a few minutes. I hadn’t noticed, but John had apparently removed his shirt while we were moving on her. Since I was still reliving the scenes in my mind, my hardon hadn’t subsided,

The silence was finally broken when John, sitting on the couch said: “Oh man. That was hot.”

“I know,” I murmured.

Another minute or so passed when John stood up from the couch and said: “Fuck, I think I need to jerk off.”

I expected him to go up to his room, but instead, he pulled down his gym shorts, took hold of himself and began stroking. I wasn’t surprised so much at seeing him naked. Being on the baseball team, we all got dressed and took showers together. It was more the boldness of this move that took me by surprise. John is a lean, six foot three inches with brown hair that he always wore short. I knew from observation that his cock was bigger than mine – probably seven inches – and now he stood five feet away from where I sat, half turned towards me, furiously stroking it. Within what seemed like seconds, John roared with pleasure, his cock erupted – spurting ropes of cum that flew and landed on the carpet.

John stood there for about a minute before he finally said: “Oh man that felt good. Sorry but I just couldn’t put it off.” While pulling his shorts back on he said: “Dude, you should do it. Don’t let me stop you. After what we went through with Kelly, you don’t want blue balls.”

I realized that not much time had passed since Kelly left and I was still hard. All it took was a few more words from John. When I heard him say: “Go for it, Bro,” I stood up and slid my shorts down. It was kind of weird yet exciting to know John was watching as I gripped my six inch cock and began to masturbate. The only difference was I heard John encouraging me – saying things like “That’s it” and “Nice” when, shortly after I began stroking, my throbbing cock exploded and sprayed cum all over the carpet.

I had masturbated for girlfriends before. In fact, Meg and I rather enjoyed playing in front of each other. However, after finishing in the living room, I was a little embarrassed at what I’d just done in front of a guy.

I quickly pulled up my shorts and said: “Whew. I’d better go find something to clean the carpet” then disappeared into the kitchen to look for some carpet cleaner.

I knew we had something under the sink. Living in a place that had frequent parties, it was an essential household. I gave myself a few minutes to calm down before I got the vacuum from the hallway closet and returned to the living room. John was just putting his cell phone away when I got back.

“Hey, I just got a text from Jackie. She just got off work and wants to get something to eat. Do you and Meg want to join us?”

I had just finished spraying the carpet cleaner on and said: “Meg’s working late tonight. Think I’ll just make a sandwich and crash. I’m kind of wasted.”

Then John said: “I hear ya, bro. We did have a few beers. I’m still thinking about what happened with Kelly. She is such a hottie. Can’t believe Adam’s two-timing her, but guess he’s going to get even more action tonight.”

“Go figure.” I said. “That kid is going to get in trouble one of these times.”

“Well, better go take a quick shower and get going,” John said before heading upstairs.

After he left I thought about how we could talk about the whole thing with Kelly, but not about what we had done in front of each other. The more I thought about it the more I began to accept that it was a spontaneous reaction to what had been an arousing event. Nevertheless, it seemed to be in the back of my mind the entire weekend. I was tempted to tell Meg about it when we got together the next day. I especially wanted to tell her after we made love Saturday night and we were lying there satiated. Shortly after we had started dating, Meg had confessed that she fooled around with a couple girlfriends in high school and freshman year. When I asked her how she felt about it, she said it was just experimenting – like most young people do. She had asked me if I had ever experimented eve gelen escort and I told her no. I remembered her response was that maybe someday I might. Anyways, I decided not to tell her. It would get complicated coming up with a lie about what had led to it. She was friendly with Kelly, so I thought I’d just better not go there.

Over the next several months, we, of course, saw Adam with Kelly. To my knowledge, Kelly never came over alone though. John said that he talked to her at one of the parties we had at our house. He said that during the conversation he asked her if she ever thought about that night when she was waiting for Adam. Kelly told him not very much and said not to get his hopes up. When he told me this, I asked him if she seemed mad. He said not at all. So it seemed everything that happened that night was a thing of the past until one night in January.

I had come back from Winter break a few days early and was surprised that John had decided to as well. The last I’d heard was that he had hoped to go skiing with Jackie that last weekend. I’d also heard there was a rainy weather forecast for the area, so that may have changed their minds.

“Happy New Year!” I said when I saw him sitting in the living room.

He got up, we hugged and said: “Same to you!”

“What you up to? Not going skiing?” I asked. I noticed there was a cooler on the floor next to the couch, so went over and lifted out a cold one.

“No skiing. Weather’s going to be crappy and Jackie has a cold,” he said. “So I decided to come down early and get a head start on getting banged up.”

I laughed. On the coffee table in front of the couch was an unopened bottle of John’s favorite scotch as well as a stack of DVD’s and Xbox games he’d brought back from home.

“We got to try some of this scotch. It’s a gift from Jackie,” John said. He threw some ice from the cooler into a couple of plastic cups, opened the scotch and splashed a little bit into them. He handed me one and, holding the cup up, said, “To the New Year!”

We toasted and then he told me that a buddy from home had swapped a bunch of DVD’s with him. I sat down on the couch and began to browse through the stack. Towards the bottom were several x-rated movies that got my attention. John noticed and said that his friend was a real ‘porn hound’.

After a bit of catching up, John asked: “Are you going out with Meg tonight?”

“No. She’s coming down tomorrow afternoon. Wants me to come over to help her unload some stuff she’s bringing from home,” I told him.

“Let’s order a pizza and play some Xbox then. I got the new NHL game and it’s outstanding,” John suggested.

So that’s what we did. We drank several beers and sipped more scotch while playing video games. After a couple of hours, John came back from a bathroom break and suggested we check out a movie.

“What you up for? Porn or regular?” he asked.

“It’s your stash, Bro. You make the call,” I told him.

“Okay then. I’m always in a porn mood and my friend says there’s some real hot stuff to check out,” he replied.

He grabbed a DVD from the stack. I caught a glimpse of the box. It was some kind of threesome compilation. After he put the DVD in, John pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket and said one of his other friends had hooked him up with some good weed over the holidays.

He sat down on the couch, lit the joint, and used the remote to start the DVD. Since it was a compilation, it was one hot sex scene after the other either with two men and a woman or two women and a guy. I know I was buzzed and also getting more and more aroused as we watched. I felt constrained by my jeans, but was too shy to rub myself or loosen them. I took a quick glance over at John. A bulge was evident beneath his sweatpants and he had no qualms about rubbing himself.

A few more minutes passed when I felt his hand on my thigh. “You need to loosen these jeans. Bro,” he suggested.

When I didn’t just do that or move away from him, I guess he took it as a positive response. He moved his hand to the fly of my jeans and unfastened them. His hand then reached into my boxers and fished my cock out.

“You should be a little more comfy now,” he said.

I sat there a little stunned but continued to watch the movie. Beside me on the couch, John lifted his hips and slid his sweatpants down.

I tried to relax and not think about what was going on. I told myself to just watch the movie and surprisingly, it worked. I didn’t look over but, from the sound of things, knew that John had begun stroking himself. Gradually, with my focus on the movie and more buzz kicking in, I began to stroke myself. It seemed like a natural thing to do. Not because I wanted to cum right then and there, but because it felt good just to edge my excitement along as each threesome scene played. Thoughts of what nearly happened with Kelly several weeks back also crossed my mind. My reverie was broken when I felt John’s arm against my thigh and his fingers lightly brushing my balls. I didn’t move. John cupped my balls and then after a moment I felt his hand pushing mine away in order to grip and stroke my cock. Just having another person’s hand on my cock, I might have cum right away, but John only left it there a few seconds.

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