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Chloe Amour

It had been about week since I had gotten humiliated by two 19-year-old bratty, but very hot, girls – Hannah and Amy. They found pictures of themselves and other girls from our neighborhood, at the pool, on my phone. They had me.

They had (and still have) pictures of me giving them beer, they hacked my Facebook, changed the code and email, and they had blackmailed me into letting them take the most humiliating pictures and movies. They were pissed, and seemed to get off on humiliating my inadequacies.

I was a wreck. I couldn’t concentrate. They used my house as a hang out. They had people over three nights since we’d met, but hadn’t had me do anything beyond buying them beer, pizza, and Chinese. They definitely walked all over me around their friends. But I didn’t get the sense that the other girls and guys that came over knew about my little secret, or their evidence.

All of the girls that came over were hot, very hot, and all around 19 to 21. All their guy friends were jocks, muscular, and just like when I was in high school, treated me like I wasn’t there. I thought maybe the worst of it was over. Definitely better than the week prior when Hannah had me jism on my face on camera.

I was so stressed out I couldn’t even masturbate. It concerned me that I couldn’t get hard. I would try to jerk off at night after they left. All the girls that came over were hot. They often wore short shorts or yoga pants. But nothing, I couldn’t get hard, and it had been almost a week since I’d last came. But I was so horny inside.

Hannah had long blonde hair and long, muscular, tanned legs. They were amazingly long, and she was clearly an athlete. I couldn’t help but stare at her sexy legs every chance I got.

Amy had long, brown, silky hair, was thin, and wore the sexiest little outfits; more provocative than Hannah. Amy had an amazingly (almost unreal) thin waist, great abs, and a juicy ass that just popped out of her shorts. Both of them had a hotness that only seems to come with youth and athletics. They both knew it; always happy, beaming with confidence, and to me, dominance. I both loved and hated them.

Amy had screwed a guy, he was huge, on my bed on two nights during the week, leaving wet stains like I’d never seen before from sex. At night I’d smell her aroma as I tried to play with myself, touching the wetness with my other had. I was always so worked up, but couldn’t get it hard. I’m so very small when soft. It makes me sad. Useless.

Amy had instructed me to always have the sheets clean, the bed made, and that I should sleep on the couch. I, of course, complied. Amy also instructed me to make sure the refrigerator and liquor cabinet were stocked, and to come home and stay home after work, except for when I was shopping for them. I didn’t have a life, so that wasn’t much of a change.

The following weekend was quiet. They didn’t come over on Friday or Saturday. I tried and failed to jack off in the bathroom. Couldn’t get hard at all. A part of me missed having their beautiful bodies in my house, like a pervert’s Stockholm’s syndrome. But my brain hoped they had had their fun, and were moving on. Maybe they pitied me.

I couldn’t believe those pictures and movies were out there, would always be out there, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. This stress was for life. I went on a certain humiliating website nightly. It has videos of all kinds of fucked up stuff, and most of it humiliating. Amy had made off hand comments about the site to her friends, and I knew she was implying she might upload my shame. The movie Hannah had made was more embarrassing than anything I’d ever seen on the web, and my face was clearly showing. It ended messy.

The stress had built to a climax. I was having a panic attack on Saturday night, remembering the week before, and worried that I could no longer get hard. I got drunk on whiskey trying to forget. On Sunday I woke up with them at the foot of my bed, they had taken my spare keys and always just let themselves in.

With them was a new girl! Like Amy, she had long brown, beautiful hair, a sexy toned body, and was wearing a bathing suit top, red with white dots, and short cut off jean shorts. Her breasts were small, perky, and perfect. She had a knowing smirk on her face. I could clearly read on her face that she knew. I could tell she was evil.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed,” Amy scolded. I had totally forgotten I was supposed to sleep on the couch. I didn’t actually remember going to bed. Her anger snapped me out of my hangover, and I sprang out of the bed.

“I’m so sorry, I forgot, it won’t happen again. I swear,” I pled. I couldn’t believe how submissive I was to her. She had taken full control of my body and soul, and in just a week.

“Don’t worry Hun, we have a favor we’d like you to do for us,” Hannah broke in. “This is our bestie, Casey. She wanted to see if what we said was true… about your little problem … sweetie. She had to see it in person.” Hannah was looking Gaziantep Escort İlanları especially hot today. Her blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back in a pony tail, she wore a tight gray top that hugged her firm breasts, and short shorts that were rolled up about as high as possible. Her long tanned legs started at a camel toe, and ended at brown leather boots that she seemed to be wearing without stocks. She had on my Ray-bans that she had taken the first day we met, and they made her look mean – hot and mean.

Casey giggled. “Hi Lynus! It’s sure nice to meetcha! What’s he got there Hans?”

“Hun, are you are a little happy to see us this morning?” Hannah asked, pulling her glasses down below her eyes and looking at my crotch with a smirk.

I realized I had a 4-inch boner; my little penis was straining my tighty whities. I was more embarrassed around the new girl; like my humiliation was now spreading. This was the first time I’d been hard in days. And it was in front of a hot new stranger . What the fuck?

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said covering my morning shame. I felt my face flush, it felt hot. I felt dizzy.

“Have you ever been to Steve’s Sunday parties?” Casey asked. How the hell did she know Steve?

Steve was my jerk of a neighbor across the street. He had a great build, was exactly my age, always had girls over – some in their twenties – and was a total prick, brimming with confidence and arrogance. When I first moved in we were friends, and I went to his Sunday parties at his pool. After a while, when he was around hot girls, he was an ass to me, and would embarrass me with little comments. Even though a ton of hot girls showed up weekly, I had stopped going to his parties years ago out of shame, anger, and jeously. I was always the butt of his jokes. He slept with a ton of the girls, and everyone knew it. The front of his shorts always looked like he was packing an incredible long and thick dick – the anti-Lynus. Everybody loved Steve, and laughed at Lynus. It was like they knew the difference between us down below, and treated us accordingly.

“I’ve been to a few, but not in a long time. Steve is kind of a jerk.” I replied.

“He’s a hot jerk,” chimed in Amy. “Show Lynus that movie we made Case!”

Casey pulled out her phone. Now Casey had the evidence too? Oh shit. I thought we’d had an agreement!

“Sweet heart, you’re going to love this. Casey is a hell of an editor, like an artist,” Hannah chimed.

The movie was already queued up. Casey hit play and there was I on my shoulders, on the ground, hips up over my head, cumming on my face. The movie was a short clip of one the movies that Hannah had taken, on a few second loop; a close-up of me blasting a load into my mouth, and one shot into my eye and across my cheek. It repeated over and over, at different zooms and speeds. It was awful, and carefully edited. A piece of evil art. The wordless music in the back ground I recognized, “Short Dick Man.” I always hated that song.

“Like it little Lynus? You could be famous. You can bring us to his party, and do exactly as we say, or we can go alone and show everyone your little movie,” Casey said while Amy and Hannah giggled.

“Little Lynus,” Steve used to call me that. Did Casey know that? How did or would she know? Was it just a coincidence? Was it because she’d seem my little dick? I’ve gotten more complaints about how skinny it is, than its length. I’ve been called pencil dick since I was a kid, and was called that in college after being exposed at a party.

The thought of going to Steve’s, with these girls, was a nightmare. All of my nemeses at one backyard party, and probably drunk. No thank you. But I didn’t exactly have a choice. I hate Steve! And this new girl scared me. She jumped up and down, clapping, and intentionally making her hot perky little boobs bounce. So fucking hot, young, and muscular.

“Or maybe I should show my Dad the picture of you giving me a beer while I was on your lap in a two piece,” Hannah said. “You know he’s a cop right?” I didn’t know that. My stomach dropped.

Amy interrupted my thoughts of jail, “You’re going to do everything we say. Do you understand little Lynus?”

“I understand.”

“Sit down pencil dick,” Casey aggressively instructed. I sat down, immediately self-conscious about my state of undress. Casey was starring at my tightly whities with that damn smirk they all seemed to share. I realized they might take me out of my underwear, but I really didn’t want to get totally naked in front of them, again, and not in front of the new girl. I prayed I could make it out of this with my underwear on, and my little penis covered.

Amy too is a raging-evil bitch, but she looked sinfully hot today. She had a cut off white t-shirt that showed her flat stomach and abs, with a pearl naval ring. 4 plus inches below her sexy naval she wore tight purple yoga pants that showed off her curved legs. She clearly wasn’t wearing panties. The crease of her shaved pussy lips were clearly visible, and jumped out of the yoga pants like a purple invitation. How could she wear that in public? Hot, but totally inappropriate in public.

“I guess you like my outfit Lynus?” Amy caught me starring at her camel toe. “Take off you underwear little Lynus, if you’re going to stare at me, we’re going to stare at you.” This is exactly what I had feared. “Casey doesn’t believe it, and wants to see it for real.”

“But I… I don’t… I have to… ” I stammered. My mind raced. I really didn’t want to do this. Then realizing the futility of it, I tried to pull my pants down. My fear wouldn’t let me. I was sitting on the couch and the girls were over me like hot teen vultures. A reflex made me cover my little boner with my hands.

Casey bent over further and reached for my elastic. “Lift up that butt sweetie.” I did so, and Casey slowly pulled off my underwear. My little dick sprang up, and was pulsing with my heartbeat. I felt myself blush, and felt dizzy again. I’d never felt so naked and totally helpless.

Casey cracked up, “Holy shit you have a pencil dick Lynus! You have a half pencil dick! It is so fucking skinny! Amazing.”

Casey turned to the other girls, “I mean it really is smaller than my 10 year-old brother’s. I totally swear. He like always walks to the shower naked, always has, and he is thicker soft than Lynus is hard. That is sad, and hilarious!” They all giggled again.

I was speechless, and wondered if she was just being mean, or if I really was smaller than her brother.

“Lynus likes your yoga pants Amy,” Casey said as she twirled by underwear on her finger.

Hannah came behind Amy and slipped her hands around Amy’s incredibly thin waist. Hannah seductively ran a finger up and down Amy’s sexy abs, then from her navel to her waistband, up and down with slow strokes. Amy gave me a wink. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Rub your little penis Lynus,” Casey said in a baby voice. Amy stretched her head back, giving Hannah a peck on the lips. Hannah gave Amy’s tit a playful squeeze. They were teasing me.

Slowly and apprehensively I reached for my penis. My index finger and thumb slowly rubbed up and down my 4 inch hard pecker. I didn’t want to do this in front of them, but the scene was so hot. I immediately felt like I was going to blow. I didn’t want another humiliation in front of these three hot devils. I could feel the itch at the head of my dick, with every fiber I strained not to cum on myself. “Please, please, please, don’t cum,” I thought to myself as I slowed my rubbing even more. I could not let premature ejaculation be added to this humiliation.

“Casey here had a brilliant idea last night.” Amy beamed. “We’ve bought you a little outfit and you’re going to take us to Steve’s party wearing it.”

“Oh shit,” I thought. I stopped jerking but held on to my dick as Casey continued.

“The important thing here is that you follow the rules, to the letter, or you’re going to jail, going to have your ass kicked by Hannah’s dad, and your little dick will be your profile pic for all your friends and family to admire or laugh at, whichever they prefer. Do you understand pencil boy?” Now Casey was in on the black mail, it was spreading.

“Yes,” I said. I had lost my hard on thinking about my predicament. My now two inch flaccid dick was still between my 2 fingers.

“My god, your dick is so small,” Casey continued, “now it’s like 2 inches!” Hannah take a picture. She did. Hannah laughed out loud. “Get that little thing hard again and I’ll explain our plans,” Casey instructed. I slowly started rubbing it again.

Amy and Hannah just starred at me as I rubbed myself. “Hurry up, get hard!” Amy said. I cupped my balls with my left hand and rubbed myself quickly back to an erection.

After I was back to almost 4 inches, Amy continued Casey’s instruction. This was clearly a plan they had discussed. “We’re going to the party with you tonight at 5. Your going to answer every question, no matter what the question is, with a ‘yes.’ Do you understand? No matter who asks you a question, you’ll answer yes!”

“Yes, I understand.”

“No matter what the question is, your going to answer yes. Beyond that, your going to agree in every way with whatever question is asked, no matter what. Do you understand?” This question came from Hannah. They were tag teaming me.

“Yes, I…”

Casey interrupted. “It’s not going to be easy pencil dick. We’re going to make it very, very hard on you.” Jesus, this would be in front of Steve, neighbors, and all the girls that always show up. “And if you don’t, Hannah is going to go to her father and let him know how you took advantage of us, and took our innocence away after feeding us beer and liquor. Then we’ll show the pictures you took of us to him. Do you understand PENCIL dick?”

“But I…,” my mind raced with ways to get out of this. Not in front of Steve of all people. He knew almost everyone I knew, and he was merciless. “But I… I…,” defeated I put my head down, “I understand.” My hard penis was still between my fingers, but I’d stopped stroking as the girls explained further, acting like teachers instructing a misbehaving student.

“Not only will you answer ‘yes’ to every question, but it will be a convincing ‘yes’. If its not convincing, your Facebook profile will change, just for a few minutes, but it will change. Do you understand? If we find out you answered ‘no’ to someone’s question, even while we are not around you at the party, we’ll find out and your profile pic will get a lot more interesting for a few minutes. Same will happen if we don’t think your convincing enough.”

I was looking down and didn’t know which one was talking. I was panicking too much to think. “I… I… understand… I will be totally convincing, and say ‘yes’ to everything asked of me, from anybody… convincing… I understand… please don’t do…”

“From anyone. Any question from anyone.”

“I’ll answer yes… please…”

“But first I’m in the creative mood,” Casey said with a little hop and giggle, her boobs doing a double bounce. Her muscles moved under her tight and perfect skin. “Film us on the couch. Keep my face out of the shot. Keep his face in the shot.”

“Lynus, on this movie we’re going to try out our little ‘yes’ game. Agree to every question convincingly. Got it?” I had gone soft again, and cupped my dick and balls, easily hidden in my small hand.

“Yes,” I replied. Casey sat next to me on the couch. Both Amy and Hannah aimed their phones at us.

“Keep my face out of the shot bitches.” I made sure my shame wasn’t visable.

“I understand…” I answered, even though no one had asked a question. I was petrified.

“Action,” Hannah giggled.

“Mr. Small, it’s kind of small isn’t it? Your penis I mean.” Casey began. She gently took my hand away from my soft dick. She spoke so sweatl.

“Yes, I guess it is kind of small.” I was concentrating on being convincing.

“And you took it out to impress me? I’ve never seen one in person, but the ones I’ve seen in movies are sooo much bigger than that. And yours is so skinny too. You were really trying to impress me? It’s like less than 2 inches. Like a baby’s dick!”

“Yes, I guess I was hoping to impress you, a little. It get’s a little bit bigger.”

“But it’s so small. Look it’s not much bigger than my finger.” Casey held her pinky next to my dick. She was right.

“My friends say that boys my age can’t usually last that long, they make a mess real quick. But I’ve been told men your age can last a long time. Is that right? Can you last a long time Mr. Small?”

“Yes, I can last a long time, a very long time,” I lied convincingly. I knew where this was going. I was soft, but I already felt like I was going to bust. I was so nervous and I knew what she wanted to do, add to the humiliation with a premature ejaculation.

“There is a boy I like really crush on, and I want to touch him down there to make him happy, but I’ve never done that before. Can I try it on you? Can I touch your little penis… for like date practice? I mean you did want to show it to me.” Casey made herself sound so innocent. She wasn’t innocent! She was probably a total slut. “To be honest, I’m not impressed, but maybe you could help be practice?”

“Of course you can.” Inside my head I thought “please last, please last, don’t cum. Tighten your dick. Don’t’ cum… Subtract 43.5 from 100…”

“And you promise you can last, you won’t prematurely cum all over yourself and my hand? That would be gross Mr. Small.” She had to use my real name.

“I promise.”

“Ok, you promise not to cum on my hand? I mean it’s small, but if you can’t even last. Wow that would suck! For you I mean, that would REALLY suck for you.” She giggled.

“I promise.” My dick was now about an inch and a half long, a skinny head sitting on top of shaved balls.

“Oh yes, I can last a long time.” I felt like I was going to cum, and I was 100% soft.

Casey put her index finger and thumb on my little flaccid penis. Her fingers felt so warm. How could they be so warm?

“Oh my God its small and cold,” Casey seemed to be speaking to herself. With a few exteremly slow and seductive strokes I was fully hard, my almost four inches straining against her two fingers. Casey’s firm breast were leaning into me. She smelt so damn good, like perfection, a very sweet smell. I wondered what it was from, and couldn’t believe how firm her muscular body felt against me.

Amy and Hannah were filming from different angles, both had a smirk on their face. I could tell they were both concentrating, likely keeping my face in the shot but Casey’s face out of the shot, as instructed.

I was ready to blow. I knew I couldn’t stop it.

“You have a strange look on your face Mr. Small.” Casey said as she sped up her stroking with two fingers. “Oh my God. I just started. It hasn’t been a minute. And you are going to cum aren’t you? You’re old, your tiny, and you can’t control yourself? Your face looks so funny!”

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Cousin Love Pt. 02

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Blowjob

More adventures with my cousin.

1982

A couple of days later Kathy stopped by our house. She was much more covered up this time, actually wearing a bra harnessing her tits. Her dress covering her ass was tight but professional.

She talked for a while with my Mom and then left. I followed her out. When she got to her car she turned and looked at me.

“Something I can do for you, big guy?” She said rather condescendingly.

She was a teasing bitch. And she knew it.

“Well, I think there is. I think you know what it is.” I said as I walked close to her, almost chest to chest.

“And how would I know what you want? I am not a mind reader. I just work in a library.”

“So that would make you a naughty librarian with a foot fetish, right?” I said.

“Possibly.”

“How about I come over to your apartment tonight and take care of those feet.” Hoping I could get a crack at the rest of her.

“That could be arranged. But you must do what I ask and EXACTLY how I tell you to do it. Nothing else!” She growled.

“I will be there at 7. Whatever you say cuz.”

She got in her car and drove off. I wondered what she had in mind. I had never even looked at a foot until the other day when I came on her feet. But what the hell, if it meant I had to mess with her feet to get her to at least give me a blow job then it was worth it to me.

I showed up at 7 and knocked on her door. She opened the door and looked me straight in the eye.

“Did you grow?” I asked rather stupidly.

“No, I have heels on. 6 inch heels. They make my feet look nice. What do you think?” She said as she lifted her long dress off the floor, revealing her feet and calves.

I instantly became a heel guy right at that moment. The black heels were striking. The long stiletto heel capped with a gold accent. Her toes were freshly painted. Her calves tapering to small ankles.

“Dang, Kathy. Your legs look real nice!”

“Aren’t you the cutest thing, big guy!”

“Sit down. You have work to do.” She said inviting me to a chair in the middle of her little living room.

I sat and waited. A few minutes later she came back with a basket of lotions and a couple of towels.

She sat and asked me to take her heels off. I did so slowly and carefully. My hands holding her calves and I slipped them off.

“Now, big guy, I need you to carefully smell my feet.”

“You want me to what? That is weird cuz.”

“Do you want to do this or not? I told you I had rules.”

I though for a minute and looked at my jeans suppressing my erection. I was horny.

“OK. What the hell.”

I lifted her right left and carefully took her foot in my hands. I lifted her foot to my nose and sniffed. She smelled so fresh. I lingered and rubbed her foot on my face, smelling her each time, I passed her Gaziantep Escort Reklamları foot by my nose. I lifted her other leg and did the same for her other foot.

She started to say something, but I cut her off my kissing her feet. Kissing her heels, arches, and finally sucking her toes.

“Oh lord, big guy. You have no idea how good that feels! I love it!!” Kathy moaned.

“Will you use the lotion and rub my feet and calves with it? Please?”

“Sure. Why not? Which one do you want me to use?” I asked. Not really caring.

“Use the baby lotion. That really does it for me. The smell gets me going!” Kathy purred.

She had her legs up on my lap and dress pulled up to her knees. I caught a peek of her panties which made my erection jerk.

“Wait!! Before you start, take your clothes off. I want you naked when you do this.”

I happily took off my clothes. My erection now free, felt good released from its constraints.

“Horny little guy aren’t you? Look at that erection. And I am still dressed!”

“Well. I am always horny, so it is not really a new thing.” I replied looking for any clue as to how the night will go.

“Rub my feet.” Kathy demanded.

I did as asked. I rubbed the lotion into her feet taking care to massage each inch of her feet and calves. I could tell she was relaxing and enjoying her foot massage. Her head went back, and her hands moved to her tits. She massaged them gently through the soft dress. By now her dress was to mid-thigh and I worked the lotion and massage to her knee area. I would drop back to her feet to make sure she had he desires met.

“Put more lotion on my feet, big guy, please, more. I need more!!”

I squirted a large glob onto my hands and rubbed them together to warm up the lotion. I lather both feet to the point it would not soak in anymore.

She watched me with a lustful look in her eyes.

She sat up and told me to lean back. I did as told, and sat there with my legs open, and erect cock and heavy balls.

She brought both feet up and started jerking my cock with her feet. I thought I would cum right then. It was shocking. Her toes and feet worked their magic and soon I was close to squirting.

“I am close Kathy. Want me to cum on your feet again?” I asked, panting.

“I want you to cum on my tits. But with my dress on. Stand up and finish on me.”

I was disappointed. I was hoping to see those tits again and the rest of her body.

I stood over her, cock in hand, stroking at a furious pace. The lotion and precum lubricating my big cock.

“I’m cumming Kathy…uhhhhhhhhg!!”

I squirted a huge load on her dress, soaking the material. She scooped up a glob and tasted it.

“damn that tastes good! Do you always cum so much?” She asked.

“Sometimes more when I don’t jack off for a few days. The more I jack off, the less I build up.”

She looked at me, grinning. “How many times a day do you jack off?”

“Daily? Maybe 4 or 5 times. Sometimes my cock gets sore.”

“Jesus Christ! That is a lot!! Don’t you have a girlfriend to help you?”

“I wish. Most girls like me enough but get scared when they see my cock. Even the guys in gym class stare.”

Kathy grinned again. “Well, that is one beautiful cock. I have seen bigger but not as thick. That is definitely a pussy stretcher!”

“Can I ask you a question cuz?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“Why are you doing this to me? Why the teasing?”

“I wanted to see if you were serious about it. After all, it is incest. We are family. I used to change your damn diapers. Our family would be very mad if they knew we were even doing just this. But I have seen you grow into a man. I promised myself that when you turned 18, I would chase you and I would get you. So what do you say, Kenny? Wanna fuck me and do whatever it takes to satisfy me?”

My erection answered that question. The minute she said “fuck me” I was hard again.

“Yes, I do. I wanted to fuck you the other day. I want to fuck you everyday.” I said, standing there stroking my cock.

Kathy stood up. “Follow me.”

I followed her into the bedroom. Watching her ass sway as she walked. My cock swung back and forth as I walked.

Kathy stopped and turned around. She removed her dress and stood there in her panties. He tits were magnificent. She had on high cut panties that covered her mound and about half her ass.

“Are you going to take those off or do I have to beg?” I asked.

“I will in a minute. Are you sure, you want to do this? Last chance to back out.”

I walked to her and grabbed her. I overpowered her. I kissed her deeply. I felt her huge tits smash against my chest. My hands found her ass.

“No going back now Kathy. Get those panties off!”

She pulled her panties off revealing a swollen mound and a well-manicured bush. We both stood there for a moment. Taking each other’s bodies in. In my mind, hers was perfect. The body a 18 year old dreams of. And I had. Many times. Just wasn’t hers.

I pushed her to the bed and she fell on it laughing. I jumped beside her and kissed her again, my hands on the massive breasts. She moaned a little each time I tweaked her nipples.

“Pull them harder Kenny. I like it when it hurts.”

I pulled her nipples, stretching them from her body. When she whimpered some, I pulled harder and pinched more.

“You are going to make me cum, Kenny. Don’t stop!!”

I rolled her nipples in my fingers and my mouth found the other. I sucked hard, even biting. When I bot she started to quiver. Her orgasm came fast. It came hard.

“Oh god, please don’t stop. I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

It was all she could get out. She collapsed back onto the bed. Her orgasm shaking her body.

“God dammit. That was good. I cannot wait to have you make me cum with that cock. Will you fuck me now?”

“Can I taste you first? I have only licked one other girl. I really liked i!”

Kathy parted her legs, exposing all of herself to me. Her labia were swollen and red. I parted them and found her clit. When I licked it she jumped.

“Fuck, I love that. Just don’t do it too much. I want that cock in me.”

I licked her for a couple of minutes, each flick causing shivers in her body. She got wetter and wetter with each slurp on her pussy.

“Stop eating me and fuck me for hells sake!! Fuck me hard!!”

I withdrew my face from her pussy and crawled between her thighs. Lubricating the head of my cock with he wetness, I pushed the head in. Kathy moaned.

“More, put more in me!” She demanded.

I shoved the remainder of my shaft into her eager wet pussy. Her pussy swallowed it like it was meant to be there.

“OH GOD THAT IS A BIG COCK!!” Kathy screamed.

I started to pull out, the go back in. Picking up the speed. Soon I was fucking Kathy just like I had dreamed. Animalistic. Just lust. I pounded her pussy for about 15 minutes.

“Why are you stopping!!?? Keep fucking me! Please. Don’t stop!!” Kathy moaned.

“On you hands and knees. I want to fuck you doggie style!”

She was quickly on her hands and knees. Her big tits hanging to the bed. Her pussy was beautiful from behind. Her little bud of her ass was light pink.

I slid my cock back into her velvet tunnel and went back to pounding her cunt. I would see her tits swaying in the mirror. What a sight. We were bot sweating heavily.

“I’m cumming again Kenny. FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR DIRTY FUCKING SLUT COUSIN. I LOVE INCEST!!”

I filled her cunt with my semen. It was too much. Her dirty talk sent me into a frenzy. I unloaded deep in her.

“Oh God your cum feels so good in me Kenny!”

I pulled my deflating cock from her pussy with a noticeable slurping noise. It was quite vulgar.

We both fell on the bed, exhausted.

“I have never been fucked with a cock that big before. Fuck you were good! Are you sure you aren’t more experienced that what you said you were?”

“Well. I was a virgin, actually. You were my first. I guess I will get better with more practice. Can we practice more?” I whispered grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh God yes. If you can get me off like that every time, I cannot wait. I may even have a couple of friends you would enjoy. If I can get them to break away from their asshole husbands! Think you could handle more than one woman at a time?”

“Really? Heck yes I could!”

“I will keep that I mind. Now. I want more cock. You ready?”

I responded by putting my cock near her mouth. “Suck it, cuz!”

She responded by gobbling my cock.

It was going to be a great summer!

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Ice Hockey Team Shares a Treat

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I’ve arranged to meet a friend outside the local ice rink, but when I arrive, she isn’t there. It’s started to rain, so thinking she might have gone inside to shelter, I open the door and step inside. The sudden blast of icy air chills my bare legs, unexpected after the warmer air outside. The building seems to be empty, so I turn to leave, not wanting my friend to arrive outside and leave, assuming I’m not there.

Suddenly, I hear a burst of laughter, and thinking my friend might be wherever that laughter is coming from, I go to investigate. The sounds lead me towards a partly open door. By this time I can hear several voices, all male, and the sound of running water, and I realise that it’s actually the door to the locker room. It seems that the local ice hockey team has just finished a training session and is getting showered and changed inside. I know I should leave, but my curiosity gets the better of me, so I push the door open a bit further and look into the room.

At first I can’t see anyone, and I move further into the room. Now I can see one of the players standing with his back to me. He is completely naked and I can’t help but admire his body, muscular and still wet from the shower. As I stand staring, I hear the door swing shut behind me, and I jump, startled. The player in front of me hears it, too, and turns around. I can’t speak, mortified at having been caught and suddenly more than a bit afraid of the consequences. He smiles and moves towards me, and I step back towards the door, mumbling “Sorry, I was just… I’ll go”. He says “No, don’t go yet” then calls over his shoulder into the room, “Hey guys, look what I’ve found”. I look beyond him and for the first time I see the rest of the team, twenty big, muscular, and mostly naked men.

Suddenly the sound of water stops completely and all I can hear is my own slightly panicky breathing, too fast and loud in the silence. Every impulse is screaming at me to get out, fast. I glance over my shoulder at the door and find to my horror that one of the players is now blocking my path. This guy is huge, at least 6’5″ tall and built to match. I have no doubts at all that this one guy alone could do whatever he wanted to me, never mind with nineteen other guys to back him up, and I’m suddenly utterly terrified. I know that there’s no-one else in the building, so it doesn’t matter if I scream, there’s no way anyone will hear me.

The first player steps forward again and I switch my attention back to him, sure that I know what’s about to happen, and ready to beg him not to hurt me. The words die on my lips as I take in the fact that he is truly stunning. He’s tall, blond and very muscular with startlingly blue eyes and tribal tattoos on his well built shoulders and biceps, and I can’t take my eyes off him as he reaches towards me, or ignore his all too obvious arousal. Then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, unexpectedly gently. I’m too shocked by the almost tender approach to bother trying to struggle, and I find myself kissing him back as he pushes my coat off my shoulders. Whatever I’d expected, it certainly wasn’t this, and I catch myself thinking maybe it won’t be so bad, maybe the other guys will be Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort content to just watch. All I know is I want this man so much. He pulls back to look at me, apparently trying to gauge my reaction, and beyond him I can see the rest of the team moving closer, watching us intently. I know what must be about to happen, I can see the lust in their faces, and I know there’s no way they’re just going to watch, but I’m not afraid any more, just more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life.

The blond player leans in to kiss me again, harder and more urgently this time. I can feel his now erect cock pressing against my belly, hot through the fabric of my skirt. He pulls back again and starts to unbutton my blouse. I feel the warmth of another body behind me an instant before I feel a new pair of hands on the fastening of my skirt. I gasp in surprise and look back to see the giant who had been blocking the door is now helping to undress me. My skirt falls to the floor and I step out of it willingly. My bra is unfastened and dropped to the ground, and the giant reaches round and starts to squeeze my large breasts and pinch my by now very hard nipples. His hands are huge, causing an image to flash into my mind of those thick fingers plunging into my pussy, making me gasp at the thought. While this is happening the guy in front of me is pushing my thong down over my hips and sliding the dampened piece of lace down my legs. He bends to slip it off my feet, and removes my shoes at the same time. I’m now able to see the rest of the room again, and the other players are now standing very close. By this time they are all completely naked and are slowly masturbating their hard cocks. They’re all young and fit, most of them quite heavily muscled and many of them tattooed. By now, I’m looking at them in much the same appraising way they’re looking at me, and I’m wondering what it’s going to be like to be fucked by so many men. I’m still not entirely sure if I’m going to be able to cope, but I’m looking forward to trying.

The guy behind me is still playing with my breasts, and I can feel him rubbing his frankly enormous cock against my buttocks. The blond guy is now kneeling in front of me rubbing my thighs, then he surprises me again by opening my pussy and starting to lick my clit. I moan loudly and let my head fall back against the strong, broad chest of the guy behind me. I hadn’t expected my arousal to be of any importance to any of them, so the fact that I’m now getting very expert oral from this beautiful guy seems like a bonus, especially when he slides his thumb into me and slowly crooks it inside me, hitting my g spot and making my legs buckle. Fortunately, the big guy is more than capable of holding me up and does so easily while I squirm with pleasure. My legs are starting to shake and I can feel my orgasm building when I’m suddenly lifted clean off the floor. Two more guys now have hold of a leg each and one arm underneath me, supporting my body in midair and allowing them easy access to my thighs and breasts with their free hands, while the hungry, eager licking continues between my widely spread legs. I’m moaning more or less continuously now, barely conscious of anything other than his tongue and my almost painful arousal as he continues to work my g spot with his thumb and then I come, loudly and with a gush of liquid from my pussy. I can hear appreciative sounds from around me and I open my eyes to see the whole team gathered tightly around me, watching intently. One of them reaches out and runs his finger through the wetness on my thighs and I realise that for the first time ever, I’ve actually ejaculated. I feel like a porn star, and in spite of my shattering orgasm, I’m nowhere near satisfied, simply more turned on than ever and eager to see what they’re going to do next.

I notice that someone has piled towels on the floor in the middle of the room, and my giant picks me up and carries me over to them. He lies me down and then he also kisses me. It seems as though he and the blue eyed one are in charge in some way, as they seem to expect to go first and the rest of the team seems happy to let them. I’m propped up against something and they both kneel on opposite sides of me, their throbbing cocks near my face. I know exactly what they want me to do, and the only problem I have is trying to decide which cock to suck first. I decide to return Blue Eyes’ favour and start with him, taking his large and very hard cock in my mouth and sucking it wetly. He groans as my mouth closes round the swollen head of his penis and I flick the tip of my tongue against the opening in response. I can feel his hands in my hair, though he’s quite gentle and doesn’t attempt to thrust further into my mouth. After a while, he pushes me away gently and turns my head towards the other guy’s cock, so I take the hint and wrap my lips around this one instead. He really is huge, it’s not easy to get very much of him into my mouth, so I use my hands on his shaft as well. I’m concentrating hard on what I’m doing, but I’m also very aware of the hands and mouths I can feel on my body. I come up for air briefly so I can look down the length of my body and see what’s happening, and the sight is so erotic that it tips me over the edge and I orgasm again. One guy is licking my clit and has a finger inside me, but at the same time someone else has pushed two fingers in alongside his teammates’, explaining why I feel so stretched and full. Two further players have fastened their mouths onto my breasts and are sucking and even gently biting my nipples, and everyone else seems to have a hand or cock somewhere on me, stroking and rubbing continually. I go back to the cocks I’ve been sucking on so eagerly, and manage to take both at once for a short while before they both pull back and start to change position.

Initially I assume that they’ll be replaced by two more guys and I’ll be sucking more cock, but instead Blue Eyes moves further down alongside me, moving his teammates out of the way, and lifts one of my legs over him so he’s kneeling between them. I now know exactly what he has in mind, and I settle myself a little more comfortably for what’s coming. I want him inside me so much that I’m whimpering with lust before he even enters me. He pauses with the head of his cock poised at the entrance to my soaking, quivering pussy and looks down and into my eyes. All of a sudden I can hardly breathe, as those piercing eyes seem to look right into me, and he maintains eye contact as he slides into me with one long, smooth thrust. The way I’m propped up, I can look down and see his cock moving in and out of me, the sight helping to speed me to another strong orgasm. The contractions of my pussy around him seem to tip him over the edge and with one or two very deep thrusts and a loud cry he comes hard inside me, filling me with cum, then pulls out and watches it start to trickle out of me again.

It’s almost as if that breaks some kind of spell as suddenly the rest of the team, who had drawn back to let him have his way with me, surrounds us again. Giant takes his place between my legs and plunges his huge cock deep into my now very well lubricated hole, and as he does so another two guys take their places by my head and I suck their cocks between moans of extreme pleasure. Giant then gets his knees under my legs, wraps his arms around me and lifts me up so that I’m effectively sitting on his lap straddling him. Someone else then moves behind me and using the mixture of my own and Blue Eyes’ cum as a lubricant, then starts to enter my backside. I gasp and freeze, unsure that I want this to happen, and he stops to let me get used to it. Giant stops thrusting to let me concentrate, and I slowly push myself back onto the cock at my arsehole. Once he’s in, the thrusting resumes, echoed by the cock in my arse, and I’m amazed by the sensation of these two filling more completely than I’d ever before experienced. Before long I also have two cocks in my mouth and one in each hand, and I surrender myself completely to the sensations and pleasures of being used in every conceivable way by these men, knowing there’s nothing I could do to stop them even if I wanted to. Of course, I don’t want them to stop, and for hours and hours they take it in turns to fuck me in every possible combination. It eventually becomes apparent that some of them have already recovered and are coming back for their second or even third turn, as although I’m no longer able to keep count or even work out who’s doing what to me at any given time, it does seem that I’ve been fucked in the pussy at least twenty times, and that’s not counting the number of times I’ve had someone fill my arse and mouth with cum.

Eventually they’re all sated, but not before forming a tight circle around me and masturbating themselves to orgasm over my body. I think I must have fallen asleep for a time, because now I’m lying on the towels, exhausted, covered in cum and aching in every hole and limb from the contortions I’d been manoeuvred into. One by one, the players shower, dress and leave, and then I’m alone again. It takes me a while to realise I’m no more alone this time than I had been earlier. Eventually, I become aware that the first player, the blue eyed one, is still there, watching me. “You OK?” he asks, and I nod yes. “Cool. Think you can manage one more go?” I smile, and nod again, eagerly this time. He helps me to my feet and leads me to the shower, gently soaping my well used body, then slowly makes love to me one last time. Much later, I leave, knowing that although I’m not in town for much longer and will probably never see any of them again, I’ll also never forget my experience.

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Banging Dad’s PA

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Brad Bowman’s father wanted him to work in his company for one year of life experience before going on to college to study biochemistry. He was basically the mail clerk, coffee maker and general gopher. His pay was as low as the state would allow and as part of the life experience he had to pay his mother for his lodgings.

While his friends were all getting pissed and fucking pretty girls at their various hubs of learning, he was slaving over the photocopier and the drip coffee maker with the occasional few minutes to spare, which he spent in the storeroom glancing through some sex magazines he’d stashed there.

His Dad always seemed such a reserved, down to earth businessman, Brad never suspected him of having a piece of tail on the side, however, one day when he opened his office door unannounced he caught him fucking the ass of his voluptuous Personal Assistant Nina. His Dad didn’t see him but she, having her head hanging over the side of the desk, caught sight of him and looked quite alarmed.

Later that day she caught up with Brad in the storeroom. He quickly shoved his books under a cabinet and tried to look serious.

“I’m sorry about what happened today Brad but your father gets a stressed out with all the business he has to do and I try my best to give him some relief.”

He didn’t reply so she came a little closer.

“I’m sure that even you get stressed out sometimes – don’t you?” she purred, fingering the lapels of his jacket, “that’s why you like to look at all those pussies and tits in those magazines.”

He swallowed hard but he still didn’t Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort say anything. Nina undid the front of her top exposing two incredibly perky tits, “I’m sure you’d rather play with these than look at those pictures,” she said, and taking his hand she placed it right over the nipple.

Brad didn’t want to show he was turned on but he gasped and the next thing he knew her tongue was searching around his mouth for his. This of course made him squeeze her soft warm tits harder and press the bulge in his pants against her leg.

Nina wasn’t that much older than him, maybe 25, she was tall, slender and her shorts skirts revealed long shapely legs that any man would want to have his face or his dick between. Her hair, that changed color quite frequently, was blonde on that particular day. It cascaded onto her shoulders and swept across his cheek as they continued to exchange saliva.

She backed up slightly towing him with his hand still attached to her left tit and she bolted the door. “I think we need a little privacy,” she said, and stepping away from him she began to strip of her clothes. When she wiggled out her white lace panties and he saw her neatly shaved pussy he began to rip off his clothes as fast as he could.

“Wow – that’s a nice looking cock you have there,” she smiled and immediately dropped to her knees and started licking the end. She just teased it at first and then putting her hand around it she pulled the skin very slowly back until it was as far as it would go. Then with her other hand she took his balls and began to kneed then gently.

Brad had enjoyed a few blowjobs in his time but the way she handled his dick and his scrotum was like as if they were precious jewels. Even when she slipped it into her mouth it was like he was embedding it in warm moist velvet.

Nina didn’t do anything in a hurry, she worked up and down his shaft as if she was prepared to take all day to make him cum, but it didn’t take all day. It took him and her by surprise when his cum just suddenly spurted into her mouth. She move back shocked, and shook her head disapprovingly, “You should have warned me,” she said spitting into a garbage can, “I don’t swallow cum for anybody – not even your father.”

Brad apologised explaining that it took him by surprise and then he asked her if she’d sit down on the filing cabinet that was three drawers high. She looked at him quizzically but did as he requested. First he made for her tits and he sucked them, and licked them, and rubbed his hands around them as she fought the temptation to groan out loud. Then he made a track with his tongue right down the middle of her gorgeous body, gently prized open her legs and placed his face tight up against her damp cunt. She gave a big sigh and began to run her fingers through his hair.

Just as she’d tantalized him he played the same game, first licking the lips of her flower and then running his tongue down the inside of her thighs and back up. Nina was all tense and she wanted him to tongue his way into her cunt so that she could cum. Not wanting to tease her anymore, in case she tore his hair out by the roots, he pulled her folds back with his fingers started to flick his tongue up and down one side and then the other, just clipping her clitoris occasionally on his way up.

She was breathing so heavy he was afraid someone would hear it down the hallway and when she came she held her lips tightly together to prevent herself from screaming. As soon as she had regained her self control and hopped off the drawers he turned her body around so that she was leaning on the cabinet, he then spit on his dick, grabbed hold of her hip bones and drove into her ass with great force.

She stiffened up for a moment as though she’d be shot but relaxed when he moved it in and out a few times. It was really a tight fit and he began to yearn for that feeling you get when you slip into a well lubricated vajayjay, and so he withdrew and redirected it into the soft warm lips of her pussy. Soon he was crashing against her bum with ever increasing force until he could feel his goop working its way up his pipes and he couldn’t help shouting “Holy fuck,” as he shot his load deep inside of her.

They both sat on piles of boxes until they had regained their composure, dressed and returned to their duties as if nothing had happened. It was not their last visit to the storage room and soon rumors began to circulate. In light of this tongue wagging Mr. Bowman decided that perhaps he son should go to college after all and generously provided for him to start immediately.

Being less than 100 miles from where Nina lived she became a frequent week-end visitor to his on-campus bachelor pad. In the end she quit her job with his father and moved in with Brad, of course that did create an awkward moment when he took her home to meet his mother. THE END

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Bambi and the Tutor Pt. 02

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Fifi has made arrangements with the new tutor for a further lesson, given how Bambi seems to have responded to his unconventional but most effective disciplinary teaching methods. To Fifi’s surprise, when Bambi learns of the further sessions, she asks if her equally unruly bff, Kimmie, might tag along. The new tutor, although initially reluctant, ultimately agrees to the “double” lesson … at no extra cost, fortunately. What Fifi did not share with Bambi was the tutor’s request for a full physical description of Kimmie and the dissolution of his reluctance only upon reassurances that Kimmie had large round breasts.

In any event, the session was scheduled for a Friday evening, the tutor’s only available time on short notice, and was to take place at his home, where he apparently is most comfortable employing both his unique disciplinary and controversial teaching techniques. His instructions to the girls, provided via Fifi, were to arrive, as Bambi did previously, in their school uniforms, freshly showered and shaved and promptly on time. Failing any of these conditions would result in the harshest of punishment.

The girls of course, being easily distracted, arrived slightly late, and Kimmie, not having experienced the harshness of the tutor’s methods, had not showered and was not shaved. Given their lateness, when they knock on the door, the tutor does not answer. They knock several times, impatiently wait and then decide to simply go in. The house is dimly lit, but they can see, down the hall, the tutor sitting at the kitchen table, looking quite stern, with his glasses perched on the end of his nose. He is wearing a collared shirt which is completely unbuttoned … and nothing else. Both girls catch a glimpse of his semi-hard but huge cock through the open shirt. Kimmie giggles in delight; Bambi knows better than to make a sound.

“Well, young ladies, I am glad to see that you are at least wearing your uniforms, but I now must inspect to ensure that you have complied with the other “conditions” given your rather rude disregard for punctuality. Miss Bambi, step forward.”

Bambi steps forward and in between the tutor’s legs. He pulls her close, buries his face in her exposed cleavage and breathes in her scent, while pushing aside the crotch of her panties and exploring the outer part of her pussy with his fingers. She smells of vanilla soap and her cunt is perfectly and cleanly shaven as requested.

“I see you have learned a little from your last lesson, Miss Bambi, about obedience. Good girl. You will rewarded for that. Step back. Miss Kimmie, front and centre now.”

The tutor repeats the process with Kimmie. She is taller than Bambi and a young woman of more substance. Her breasts are indeed larger, rounder and pushing through her shirt more than Bambi’s. The tutor has to reach a little farther in order to submerse his face in her deliciousness, but he finds it wonderful. She smells more earthy, musky even, and when he slides her virginal white panties to one side with his thumb, he is not the least bit surprised to find the she has a full bush, albeit somewhat trimmed.

“Well, Miss Kimmie, you have not followed instruction well at all. There are consequences for that … consequences, unfortunately for the both of you.”

Kimmie, ever the smart mouth, replies “well, I can see how disappointed you are by your now raging hard on, so I think you are not being honest or fair, Mr. Go Fuck Yourself Tutor.”

The tutor’s reaction is swift and catlike. In one quick movement he grabs Kimmie by her long brown hair, pushes her face down, bent over the table – pressing her head hard into the wood. Her short uniform skirt is hiked up to her waist and he smacks her exposed ass brutally hard several times. Kimmie cries out. Even Bambi is startled by the swiftness and severity of the punishment, although she knows full well it was Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort deserved given Kimmie’s disregard for the rules and insolent comment. The tutor bends over top of Kimmie, his now extremely hard cock pressing into her butt check, and while still forcing her head down, he sternly says, “You will not make any of these mistakes again or speak to me in that manner; correct?”

Kimmie, shaken, responds with a soft “yes.”. Still holding her in that vulnerable position, the tutor tells the girls that they are to both go to the bathroom and take all of all their clothes.

They find the bathroom down the hall and remove all of their clothes as instructed, revealing the very large red hand prints of the tutor on Kimmie’s ass. The tutor enters the bathroom carrying towels. He is now naked as well. He turns on the shower and tells the girls to get in and “thoroughly clean each other.” They do as told.

Bambi shyly lathers Kimmie breasts – trying not to let on to the tutor that she has touched and enjoyed Kimmie’s tits on at least one previous occasion. The tutor leans back against the vanity, watching the girls. His erection continuing to grow as the “show” progresses. He absently strokes himself in rapt enjoyment of the scene before him.

“Now you must go lower, Miss Bambi.”

Bambi obeys, gets a good lather on her hands and slides them between Kimmie’s legs, working them over her inner thighs, her mound, between her lips and sliding far back to anus.

“Yes. Good girl, Bambi. Make sure every part of Miss Kimmie is clean for our lesson,” the tutor comments.

Bambi cannot resist and while she is fingering Kimmie under the guise of “washing”, she finds Kimmie’s right nipple with her mouth and gently sucks it while the water washes over the both of them. She then moves up and gives Kimmie a long, deep, hard kiss.

The tutor is pleased but feigns annoyance … “Enough. We have a lesson to get to and Miss Kimmie is still not “prepared.” “

The girls exit the shower and he hands them a towel. They take turns drying each other in a playful erotic dance. When they are done, the tutor tells Bambi to stay In the bathroom. He takes Kimmie by the wet hair and leads her into the bedroom. Bambi stands incredibly still, straining to hear what is happening. She can hear murmurings – what sounds like Kimmie’s protestations and harsh words from the tutor.

The tutor returns to the bathroom and leads Bambi to the bedroom, where she sees Kimmie standing at the foot of the bed, her hands and ankles securely fastened to the footboard in spread eagle fashion. There are several towels on the floor at her feet, a bowl of water and a razor.

“Miss Bambi, as your first lesson, you will need to learn the female anatomy close up. Accordingly, you must start by getting rid of Miss Kimmie’s “fur’ so that you can clearly see and enjoy every aspect of what I suspect is a very sweet cunt.”

Bambi somewhat reluctantly picks up the razor and very carefully begins shaving away Kimmie’s pubic hair. As she finishes exposing Kimmie’s mound, the tutor tells her to pause.

“See there? You now have access to Kimmie’s beautiful clit. You can see it, feel it, taste it without obstruction. Go ahead. Explore how you wish.”

Bambi runs her fingers ever so lightly over Kimmie’s freshly bare pubis, lingering slightly before softly stroking her clit. Kimmie moans and squirms in delight.

“Miss Kimmie, no talking or moaning and no fucking squirming, Bambi, back to the task at hand, clean up those lips and between her legs,” the tutor barks.

Bambi, although desperately wanting more time to explore and pleasure Kimmie, picks up the razor, spreads her legs farther apart and carefully works to expose Kimmie’s beautiful “peach”.

All the while the tutor has been patiently overseeing the “job”, ensuring Bambi has not missed a hair. However, he no longer wants to be an instructional bystander.

“Miss Bambi, you have done an incredible job. I am rewarding with you an “A” and the opportunity to feast on your work. Miss Kimmie, you on the other hand, still have some learning to do.”

And with that said, the tutor is on the bed, kneeling behind Kimmie. He puts his arms around her, pulling her close, each hand firmly holding an ample breast as he squeezes and rolls her nipples between his thumbs and fingers.

“Go ahead, Miss Bambi, take your reward. Eat her. Indulge yourself. Enjoy her. Do not, however, let her cum. She is not deserving of that.”

With the tutor holding Kimmie from behind in a tight grip by her breasts while pinching and squeezing, Bambi uses her tongue to explore Kimmie’s pussy. She licks and flicks her clit, then runs her tongue down and into her vagina. She can taste and feel that Kimmie is getting wet … wetter and wetter. Bambi scoots down and even runs her tongue down and around to Kimmie’s anus, darting in and out quickly. Kimmie is fighting the tutor’s hold. She wants to buck and thrust … and cum, but he is not allowing her to fully enjoy the moment – to reach orgasm.

“Stop, Miss Bambi. Come up on the bed. It is your turn.”

The tutor releases Kimmie from his grip and then unties her from the footboard. She strokes herself, enjoying the intensity of feeling when shaved. The tutor catches her attempting to “pleasure herself” , grabs her by the throat and pushes her against the wall.

“You do not deserve that,” he snarls. Holding her throat so tight she struggles to breathe… The tutor knows this pushes her even closer to orgasm, but he releases her just short of climax.

“You will now have the chance to show what, if anything, you have learned by bringing Miss Bambi pleasure.”.

The tutor takes a seat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. He has Bambi lay perpendicular with her head in his lap. His throbbing erection pressed between her head and his stomach. He strokes Bambi’s hair and instructs Kimmie to kneel between Bambi’s legs and, starting with her breasts, discover ways to bring Bambi to climax at least six times.

Kimmie places her mouth by Bambi’s ear. Her breath is hot and exciting. She whispers softly, “I know what you want, bff. You want that big cock that’s beside your other ear. But you’re going to see just how much someone without a cock can drive you wild.”

With that, Kimmie bites down hard on Bambi’s earlobe causing her to orgasm slightly. “And I’m not going to even count that one, bitch,” as she moves down licking and kissing Bambi’s neck and chest.

The tutor is sitting still enjoying his students’ show and getting increasingly more aroused. He watches as Kimmie takes a nipple in her mouth, rolling it around between her teeth and becoming more intense and aggressive as Bambi begins to rock her hips and arch her back, grabbing at Kimmie’s thigh … the sheet … anything … and begging to be fucked as official orgasm number 1 washes over her.

Moving on, Kimmie rolls Bambi onto to her side, so she is facing the tutor. His cock at lip level so Bambi can absently lick it. Kimmie kisses down Bambi’s spine to her lower back where she settles in, caressing and licking the sensitive area. On occasion Kimmie moves lower and bites Bambi’s butt cheeks. Then returning to the small of her back. Bambi writhes and moans as another orgasm takes her.

The tutor, surprised by the intensity of this erogonous zone, is somewhat in disbelief, wondering if the girls are putting one over on him. He reaches between Bambi’s legs and discovers her incredible wetness, realizing she is indeed a hot pocket.

Kimmie returns Bambi to her back and, straddling her, engages in a hot tongue-filled kiss. She senses how aroused the tutor has become and turns her attention to his cock, which is right beside her mouth. She takes it in fully so the tip is at the back of her throat and then withdraws slowly … returning to kissing Bambi.

“You’re a teasing little cunt, aren’t you?” he says.

Kimmie ignores the comment and returns her attention to Bambi’s nipples. This time, however, she finds Bambi’s clit with her fingers and slowly manipulates it – circling, pushing, rubbing – sometimes hard, sometimes lightly, sometimes fast, sometimes slow – as she continues teasing Bambi’s tits with her mouth – until she has Bambi again begging. The tutor has stopped stroking Bambi’s hair and is now pulling it hard … the added pain/pleasure sensation pushes Bambi into thunderous orgasm number 3.

Quite proud of herself, Kimmie, nestles between Bambi’s legs to begin the delicious work with her tongue. She explores Bambi’s soft wetness while she is still vibrating and experiencing aftershocks from the last orgasm and quickly gets her to orgasm 4 … or is it just a continuation?

Regardless, Bambi is begging to be fucked. Kimmie obliges, sliding one finger and then two into Bambi’s pussy, while sucking, licking, flicking and lightly biting her clit. Bambi is pushing hard, meeting every thrust of Kimmie’s fingers.

The tutor wants in on the action. He pinches Bambi’s nipples with one hand while caressing Kimmie’s ass cheeks with the other. He watches as Kimmie once again brings Bambi, with his help, close to climax. Kimmie then slyly slides a finger into Bambi’s ass so that she is being completely filled and fucked. The tutor feels Bambi’s entire body stiffen and convulse in a massive orgasm – number 5.

Kimmie slows her “fucking” of Bambi in time with the slowing of Bambi’s breathing and gyrations. Once she has stopped completely, Kimmie comes up for air and announces that she has no more “tricks in her bag” and would like the tutor to take over and continue the lesson.

The tutor, who has enjoyed watching and participating only on the fringe, is desperate to fuck the two girls. He is, however, mindful that although Kimmie has done a good job, she has still not totally paid the price for her disrespect of the rules. He orders Kimmie to lay down and for Bambi to get on her knees, ass in the air, between Kimmie’s legs. Bambi does so excitedly – happy to lick up the wetness of Kimmie’s building pleasure at exploring, masturbating and eating her friend. Kimmie is delicious and sweet. As Bambi dives in, the tutor kneels behind her and pushes his cock hard into her soaking pussy so he is balls deep. He can easily watch Bambi devouring Kimmie, watch Kimmie’s large breasts as she massages and plays with herself and enjoys the sight of Bambi’s ass in the air, which he can smack at will.

It is amazing and erotic to fuck a woman while she sucks off another woman. The tutor wants to cum, but he holds fast – in part thanks to the cock ring he had put on earlier. He holds off as he feels Bambi tightening and pulse on his cock in another climax and Kimmie scream out loudly as she finally releases under Bambi skilled tonguemanship.

He pulls quickly out of Bambi and pushes her out of the way quickly. He grabs his cock and presses it against Kimmie’s tits and then rubs it between them. Cumming almost immediately, he shoots his large load over her chest and neck. She is surprised by the swift action but lets him squirt every last drop over her, then takes his cock in her mouth to suck anything remaining and enjoy further the taste of Bambi’s cum which is still on his cock. When he is done, the tutor moves out of the way and lets Bambi in to share in the spoils and lick his cum off Kimmie’s chest.

“Well, shall we discuss the lessons learned today and your grades'” the tutor asks, now laying in bed between the girls while they all enjoy shots of tequila.

“If I don’t get an “A”, I want a chance to redeem and improve my grade,” Kimmie remarks as she grasps the tutor’s cock.

To be continued.

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As I entered my dressing room, I knew I was late. I had promised to pick you up from the airport and unfortunately I was delayed by a last minute crisis at work. I should have just gone on to meet the plane, but this is Georgia in the summer and I was covered in sweat! I needed a quick shower to clean up.

I had, as is my habit, gone straight into my large closet, my personal dressing room, to get dressed, knowing that it would be faster to dress in there than running around my room looking for clothes to wear.

I had just finished dressing when I heard the door to my bedroom open and keys jingle against the doorknob. I stood behind the door of the dressing room hoping you weren’t to angry at me for leaving you stranded. When I peeked, I saw you standing there with a smirk on your face. Slowly you walked toward the closet. I pleaded my case.

“I’m sorry, but work was a mad house. I couldn’t leave.” Slowly a glow began in your eyes, while a smile crossed your face.

“That’s OK…you will just owe me. Owe me Big!”

“I owe you? What?” I knew this game and was relieved by the humour in your voice.

“Well we could start with dinner. I am hungry.”…was your seemingly generous reply

Laughingly, I left to prepare dinner. Hoping to make up for the errors of the evening, I placed a bottle of wine in the freezer to chill. I heard you come up behind me when the phone ran and knowing you had no wish to speak to anyone, I picked up the receiver. As I struggled to get the survey taker off the phone, you unbuttoned my blouse. Your hands encased the silk of my bra. Thumbs teasingly brush over my nipples. I tried to get off the phone, but you stopped me. I felt your head move, your mouth hover near my ear.

“You don’t need hang up. Let them talk.”

A warm wave began at my earlobe and continued down my neck. One of your hands pulls me into you, the other widens the opening of my blouse. I struggle to keep my breath under control, my mind bouncing between you and the conversation. I gasp Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort suddenly when you wickedly pinch a hardened nipple and I quickly cover with a cough. I can feel you laughing into my neck while I apologize to the unaware caller.

My body enjoys the feel of you, the hardness of your chest at my back. I stifle a giggle into my arm, when I realize you had opened my bra. Unconsciously, my body stiffens and my back arches as your hands caress my body. I cannot keep my mind from wandering. The conversation loses interest for me as your hands weave a spell on me.

I turn to scold you, but you simply pull me against you. You lean over and gripped a nipple with your teeth, not quite hurting, a sharp deep pleasure shot down inside me and I fought a groan low in my throat. The caller finally realized I was not fully involved in the topic and decided to find another home to disturb. I reached back to hang the phone up causing my body to arch offering my aching nipples to your mouth.

You pull my blouse and the bra straps down, sucking my nipples into your hot mouth. Your hands reach up to pull and over my shoulders to pull my breasts further into your mouth. I just stood, vibrating, arms still inside my unbuttoned blouse, my flesh hot as you sent near-orgasmic excitement through me with that hot pointed tongue and sharp teeth. The tip of your tongue lightly tracing small circles around each nipple, raising goose bumps in the dark areola. You felt me tremble as I arched. A hunger for more drives my body in search for your elusive tongue and ardent mouth.

But you stopped, your hands trailing warm as they slid down my arms and then from around my waist. I struggled to regain some composure and tried to replace my blouse, my face warm from our exertions.

“No take them both off. I like the view.”

I open my eyes to see you standing over the stove tasting the sauce I had put on to boil your eyes sparkling through your glasses.

“Is it ready?”…I ask somewhat shakily, trying to create some semblance of normal.

“Almost”… you say, a smirk lighting up your face.

I set the table while you pull the wine from the freezer. I watch you move around me in the kitchen from the corners of my eyes. Hoping, wondering when you will touch me. Afraid of every movement, yearning to feel you again. You laugh as you realize your every move causes me to jump uncontrollably.

“Am I making you nervous?”…You jokingly ask.

“Yes”…I try to joke but all that comes out is a squeak that starts you laughing again.

Defiantly I tell you…”I’m not nervous just uncomfortable in a skirt with no blouse.”

I take it off as you watch. Your eyes following the material slide along my thighs and then down my legs. The fire I see in them intensifies the flames growing inside me. Your hands tighten around the wine bottle just as they had while clasping me moments before.

“I have decided to dress casually for dinner tonight.” …was all I could manage to say as I trembled under your visual onslaught.

Your smile was wicked and held a pledge of pleasure, as you answered. “By all means go ahead. You have had a rather draining day.”

We sit at the table talking about mundane things over dinner, when I feel a finger slipped inside the waistband of my panties under the table. I stumbled over my words as you move. You could make me forget my name with just your hands. My panties were soaked and I could feel my juices cooling on the bare thighs under the table.

I stammered, remembering your mouth as it caressed my breasts. My nipples hardened with longing just to feel you there again. My cunt burned where you brushed me, the hairs you touched sending a spark of fire along each nerve, igniting every fiber in me. I slowly spread my thighs apart silently pleading for you to continue.

Yet again you stopped and all I could do was pant. My excitement was so powerful I could not bear to move. It was as though I held a furnace between my legs, and yet you laughed. The world swirled around me as my pulse pounded a primal rhythm in my ears. My nipples were diamond hard, my pussy enflamed and soaked, my skin flush and you were there amused — enjoying my very obvious distress.

“Are you having trouble breathing?”…I simply nodded no, not daring to speak.

My hands were clumsy with lust as I tried to eat. My glass shaking when I tried to lift the wine to my lips. I spilled more than I drank, your warm chuckle strumming my ears. I felt the table move as the coolness of the wine eased the burning in my flesh.

Suddenly that ease was replaced by a familiar tug. You were kneeling in front of me. Your tongue trapping the drops as they fell. A wicked smile played over your mouth as I noticed your hand reach for the wine.

“Shall I cool you off?”

I jumped as you poured the wine between my breasts. I felt it trail its way along my belly, leading your tongue ever lower. My back arching, my head hanging over the back of the chair. A loud gasp escaped from me as I felt the chilled liquid roll into my cunt. Your mouth closed around my swollen clit. The cool swallowed by the heat from you mouth.

“Please”… I begged. “I need you inside me.”

My breathing was jerky while you closed my legs and removed my panties. I was already soaked when I felt fingers slithering in my pussy. I lifted my legs high and placed them over your shoulders, longing to feel them deep inside. My hips squirmed as you teased the entrance, never allowing me the release I craved. Never having any maidenly modesty I begged.

“Fuck me, I need it so badly, you don’t know how badly. Please don’t tease me.”

You startled me working your large warm tongue between my throbbing wet labia. You flicked my clit as your fingers slowly moved in and out of my slit. I felt the blood pounding in my head as once again you stopped.

As I felt you moving away from me, I sat shaking and panting, wondering why you have been teasing me all night. When, finally I could open my eyes I saw you sitting across the table.

“Debts are terrible things…aren’t they?”.. is all you laughingly said.

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It was the Easter holidays and my fiancée and I were staying with her parents. I woke up and looked at the clock next to the bed, it was 10am. It was a Saturday, so that would probably mean I was the only home, my fiancée had gone out shopping with her best friend earlier this morning, her dad would be at work and her brother was away for the weekend, I had no idea where her mum would be though.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, as I walked back to our room I paused to look out the window, it was a really beautiful day, the sun was shining and there were no clouds in the sky; looks perfect for a day of doing nothing I thought to myself. I then happened to glance down to the only secluded part of the garden that got any sun and I saw my fiancée’s mum sunbathing, I wasn’t unsurprised as it was a beautiful day, but something caught my eye. I looked again and saw that she was sunbathing topless! I had fancied my mother-in-law for quite a while now, and couldn’t believe my luck. I rushed into my room and got my digital camera, I returned to the window and quietly opened it enough that I could get a decent angle of her. I zoomed in on her and took the photo, I reviewed it, but it wasn’t very good, a bit blurred, I kept it but decided to try and get a better one.

I ran downstairs and into the kitchen, from here I could see her better, I looked out the window, being careful that she couldn’t see me, I saw she had her eyes closed and ran past the window to the garden, I quietly made my way to closer to her, I could tell she was asleep now, her huge breasts were heaving gently up and down as she breathed, they must have been at least a 36DD cup. I quietly took the picture, then not wanting to be caught ran back upstairs and uploaded the pictures to my laptop and password protected the files. I looked at the pictures; they would certainly fuel my fantasies about my mother-in-law!

I had done all of this in just my boxers, so I put a pair of shorts on and a shirt, but left that unbuttoned before making my way back down to the kitchen. I didn’t mind as much if she saw me this time, so I just walked brazenly in. I looked out the window, she was still lying there topless, and it looked like she was still asleep, I decided to try my luck.

I made a glass of orange squash and then went out to the garden, I walked right up to where she was sunbathing, and damn her breasts were massive! I slowly lowered my hand to her right breast and cupped it gently before moving my head down and lightly sucking on her nipple, this caused her to stir so I quickly moved away. I moved my head down until it was level with hers and then whispered into her ear:

“Anita, wake up, Anita…”

She woke slowly, stretching as she did so. Finally she noticed me standing by her and instinctively covered her breasts.

“I just got up and saw you out here asleep, so I thought I’d best come wake you. You don’t want to get sunburnt do you? Oh, and I made you a glass of squash.” I said, acting like this was a completely normal situation.

“Uh, thanks” She said, surprised and took the squash and tried to drink it whilst still covering her breasts.

“You don’t have to worry about covering those up, I’ve seen them already.” I said calmly.

She reluctantly moved her arms away from her breasts and drank the drink then said:

“I’ll just get a top on.”

“Don’t worry about it. Like I said, I’ve seen them anyway now, and you may as well continue getting your tan.” I quickly interjected.

“But I wouldn’t want to embarrass you, seeing my saggy old body.” She protested.

“Don’t worry, I wont get embarrassed, besides, from what I’ve seen you have a pretty good body.” I told her, then pulling up a chair asked “Mind if I join you?”

Anita looked at me with a surprised look on her face, and said “If you want.”

I moved my chair so it was next to hers and then sat down, took my shirt off, and started having a conversation with my topless mother-in-law, whilst I occasionally snuck a look at her huge breasts. She was very wary to start with, but soon forgot the Gaziantep Evi Olan Escort situation we were in and we talked for ages. I soon went back into the kitchen to make us both a drink of squash, I noticed the time, it was 5 to 11, I knew her husband could be back anytime after 12, and it definitely wouldn’t be a good thing if he walked in and she was sat there topless chatting to me! Before I had been just happy to see her topless, but after cupping her breast, and having her nipple in my mouth for a brief moment, I wanted more.

I took our squash back outside, and then watched the movement of her breasts as she drunk it, I was having a hard time keeping my cock under control, but I didn’t want to screw up any opportunity I might get.

I turned our conversation towards her work and she told me how stressful her job had been recently and how today was the first chance she had got to relax in at least a month.

“I know a really good way to help you to relax.” I told her.

“Really? What’s that?” She asked inquisitively.

“First,” I started “You have to relax yourself in your chair more. Slide down it so your shoulders are just above the back of the chair and put your feet up on this chair.”

She then proceeded to slide down the chair a bit and put her feet up on the chair opposite her.

“Next, close your eyes and relax your muscles.” I told her.

As soon as I saw her close her eyes, I walked round behind her, put my hands on her shoulders and started giving her a massage.

She opened her eyes with a start, “What do you think you’re doing?” She asked.

“I’m helping you relax. Now close your eyes and relax your muscles.” I told her.

To my enormous surprise she did as I told her to. My topless mother-in-law was now allowing me to give her a shoulder massage, I couldn’t believe my luck! What’s more I had a great view of her massive breasts from where I was stood, there was no way I was going to be able to keep my hands off them or keep my cock under control.

I massaged her shoulders for a while, never taking my eyes off her huge breasts, I could feel that she was now a lot more relaxed then she had been when I started and she seemed to be enjoying it as she was letting out small moans of appreciation. I slowly started moving my hands forward, so that they were massaging her at the front of her shoulders, rather than on them. I then quickly slid my hands down over her breasts and started massaging them in my hands.

To my amazement she didn’t react at all. My mother-in-law was allowing me to fondle her huge breasts! I couldn’t control my dick any longer; it sprang to life, desperately trying to get free from the shorts in which it was enclosed. But as I was so close to my mother-in-law in order to get my hands down to her breasts, my hard cock was pressing into the back of her neck. She noticed instantly:

“Could you possibly not put so much pressure on the back of my neck, whilst you do that?” She asked.

I couldn’t believe the fact that she still hadn’t asked me to stop playing with her tits. I quickly took my right hand off her breast and tried to sort myself out, but the only thing I could do was to unzip my shorts and let it spring out. This left it perched just above her shoulder, and for the first time in my life I cursed the fact that I was well endowed, it stuck out so far that there was surely no chance she wouldn’t notice it, was there? I brought my right hand back down to her breast, and started fondling it again.

Part of me was willing her to not open her eyes, as I knew as soon as she saw my hard cock I’d have to stop fondling her tits. But part of me wanted her to open her eyes, she must know that I was playing with her tits, there’s just no way she couldn’t have realised, and so I wanted to see what she’d do when she saw how hard fondling her breasts made me.

Soon, she opened her eyes…

“Oh my God, what do you think you’re doing? Get your hands off my breasts, how dare you touch them without my permission.” She shouted.

“I… I… thought you realised what I was doing, I’ve had my hands on them for ages.” I stammered.

“For ages? Then what was that pushing into the back of my neck?” She then turned her head slightly and saw my cock, standing to attention, nearly touching her face “Wow, that thing’s huge!” She exclaimed, sidetracked from her anger by what she saw in front of her.

I stood there, behind her, my arms now at my side, not daring to move, waiting to see what she would say or do next, my cock still rock-hard, still nearly touching her face.

“I assume you enjoyed fondling me then?” She asked.

“Uh… yes…” I stammered.

“Well then, in that case I want you to come and sit on this chair in front of me.” She said.

I did as I was told, but tried to put my cock back into my shorts but she slapped my wrists and told me to leave it as it was.

“Now then…” She started, “I want you to show me exactly what you were doing, but this time from an angle where I can see you, and I don’t want your hands slipping anywhere else they shouldn’t!”

I paused, shocked. Had my mother-in-law really just instructed me to start fondling her tits again?

“Go-on, don’t be shy, you’ve done it once without being told to for God’s sake!” She scalded.

I slowly reached out and touched her breasts again, I felt my cock twitch as my fingers touched her flesh and I could feel her eyes burning into me. I slowly started to fondle them again, until I was playing with them just as I had been doing earlier, I looked up and saw Anita’s eyes darting between looking at my hands as they played with her huge tits and my huge cock. I kept fondling her huge breasts for a while, but soon my cock was aching to have more and I knew Anita knew exactly what I wanted. I stopped fondling her left breast and just cupped it, then quickly moved my head towards her chest and took her nipple in my mouth and started sucking gently on it. A few seconds later my cheek was burning red from the slap my mother-in-law had just connected with.

“What have I told you about doing things without my permission?” She told me, “You will not be doing anything that involves your mouth today! Now go stand behind me in the same position you were in earlier, exactly the same position!”

I quickly stood up and moved behind her, my cheek still burning from the slap. I moved closer to the chair and once again my cock was rigid over her right shoulder.

“Now” She said, “Show me exactly what you did earlier, from the beginning.”

I started massaging her shoulders again, but quickly slid my hands down so that I was once again fondling her breasts. Anita was once again alternating her gaze between my hands on her tits and my huge cock that currently resided just over her right shoulder. Suddenly she turned her head slightly, opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in her mouth. I was stunned and stopped dead, my mother-in-law had just taken the head of my cock into her mouth and was now swirling her tongue around it. She let it slip out to speak:

“Did I say you could stop doing that?” she said referring to the fact my hands were currently just placed on her breasts, unmoving.

I snapped out of my trance and started fondling her breasts again; Anita instantly took the head of my cock back into her mouth and started licking around it again. I was in heaven; I was fondling my mother-in-law’s huge breasts whilst she had the head of my cock in her mouth. My pleasure was soon to intensify, as she took the whole of my shaft into her mouth and then proceeded to allow my cock to slide in and out of her mouth whilst she used her tongue to lick the shaft. Even in the awkward position we were currently in, she was still giving me one hell of a blowjob, I just hoped that I’d find out how good she was when she could give my cock her undivided attention.

She continued to suck my cock whilst I fondled her breasts for a few minutes before casually letting my dick pop out of her mouth, I was disappointed, but I got the feeling my dick wasn’t going to be left starved of attention for long.

Anita silently took my hands off her breasts and stood up, turning to face me as she did. She flashed me a wicked smile and then slipped off the shorts she had been wearing to reveal her neatly trimmed pussy. I instantly followed suit, removing my shorts and underwear, and finally allowing my big cock to be completely free. Anita gave my body a quick look up and down, and then proceeded to bend over the chair she had just been sitting in. I walked up behind her, my 9 inch hard-on leading the way. I put my hands on her ass and she obligingly spread her legs to allow me to enter her. As I lined the tip of my cock up with her entrance I saw that her pussy was already dripping wet.

I paused for a moment, thinking to myself. What a day this has been, my fantasies have quite literally come true. First I got to fondle my mother-in-law’s huge breasts, then she gave me a brief, but enjoyable blowjob, now, finally, I was about to penetrate her wet pussy. The thought of today combined with the pictures I took earlier would definitely keep me occupied for a while to come!

I slowly started to put pressure on her entrance with my cock until I finally penetrated her and the head of my cock was inside, I could feel her wetness all around it. I paused for a second before ramming the rest of it in, until all 9 inches of my hard dick were buried in my mother-in-law’s pussy. She let out a small moan as my cock filled her, I was surprised at just how tight she was for a woman of her age, obviously her husband wasn’t very well endowed.

I started fucking Anita, I took it slowly at first, she was tight, and I didn’t want to hurt her. As her pussy gradually loosened up and got used to the size of my dick I started speeding up until I was pistoning in and out of her at some speed, lubricated by her ever increasing juices. I watched her massive breasts swinging wildly as she let out ever increasingly loud moans of pleasure. We were still in the secluded part of the garden, so no-one would be able to see us, but anyone next door or out in the street could probably hear us! I kept pistoning my cock in and out of Anita’s pussy, this was without a shadow of a doubt the best sex I’d ever had, and at this speed I wasn’t going to last much longer, but judging by her moans neither was she.

“I’m gonna cum soon” I told her.

“Oooooooohh, Fuuuuuck, so am I. Fill my pussy with your cum!” She instructed me.

I kept slamming my cock deep into her pussy as her body began to spasm.

“Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, here iiiiii cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummm, fffffffuuuuuuucckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeesssssssss.” She moaned as her body shuddered with orgasm.

I fucked her through the throes of her orgasm, but now I could no longer contain my own. With a loud moan of pleasure I came, flooding my mother-in-law’s pussy with torrent after torrent of my cum. It seemed to be never-ending, but eventually the flow of cum subsided and I stopped to catch my breath. I withdrew my cock from Anita’s pussy with a small pop, a mixture of her juices and my cum following it out and started to run down her leg. Having caught her breath, she stood up, allowing more of the sexual mixture to escape down her leg. She turned to face me…

“Well how did you enjoy fucking your mother-in-law?” She asked.

“I enjoyed it a lot.” I told her with a beaming grin on my face, “How did you enjoy being fucked by your son-in-law?”

“It was awesome” She replied, “His dick was the biggest I’ve ever had and he shot more cum then you would believe into my pussy.”

“Now I’m going for a shower before my husband gets home.” She told me, “And that’s not an invitation!”

She gathered up her clothes and quickly went inside and upstairs to the shower. I got dressed and went into the kitchen for a drink; I was understandably thirsty after all that exercise! I looked at the clock, it was 1pm! Shit, I thought to myself, Anita’s husband could have got home anytime in the past hour and would have been welcomed home by the site of his wife being fucked rampantly by their son-in-law.

But he hadn’t and I’d just had the best sex of my life with his wife, my mother-in-law. I just hoped it wouldn’t be too long until I got to fuck her again!

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Hi, it’s Mikki again. First things first; please let me apologize for ending so abruptly the other day. As I said at the time, I was welling up, astounded by my own stupidity. I needed to pull myself together and guess what? Another bottle and a half of Shiraz sent me off to the Land of Nod before I could get back to my keyboard. Fast asleep there on the settee. I didn’t half have a hangover when I woke the morning after.

Girl oh girl, did I!

Serves you right, I hear you cry. And so it probably does.

Anyway, a brief résumé then I’ll get back to the story.

*****

Up until recently I thought I was a straight girl with an exceptionally low sex drive. I now know I’m a lesbian sex maniac. I found out about being a lesbian by falling for Dave (also known as Davina), who’s an IT techie at work. At first we couldn’t have been more lovey-dovey. Every day dawned bright and beautiful. Then, in a remarkably short space of time, I managed to blow the wonderful thing we had going.

One last thing and I’ll begin. Well, two last things. I repeat my promise that I will always tell the truth in this tale, even when it shows me in a bad light, as it so often does. And I’ll try to curtail the foul language that keeps catching me unawares.

Okay, then. When I left you I was in a Brighton hotel room. The initial bust-up with Dave had happened the day before (over Sunday lunch). Proud to be on the rebound, I was in a rather compromising position with my boss . . .

*****

Compromising? Joyce was sitting on me and I had my tongue buried deep inside her, keeping it as rigid as I could. She moaned and started to gyrate.

‘I’m cumming,’ she gasped. ‘Mikki, you’re making me cum harder than ever.’

She wasn’t joking and she certainly wasn’t faking. When she finished she nearly flooded my face. Then, laughing and ignoring my attempts to lap it all up, she insisted I took my turn by sitting on her. So I did, and it was absolute bliss.

God only knows how we weren’t complained about. It seems unlikely in such a busy hotel, but maybe the neighbouring rooms were all vacant. Or maybe they were all occupied by people with hearing difficulties. There must have been some reason because, even though we tried to keep the noise down as much as possible, we weren’t very successful. And we went on long beyond midnight . . .

Unlike our volume control, the sex was successful. In fact it was very, very successful. Joyce gave me a masterclass in different ways to sixty-nine, then taught me how to trib. Her tribbing lessons were, I must admit, a revelation. The activity was, to me, completely new and exciting beyond belief. My partner, in contrast, had obviously been there before.

Heaven. Sheer, unadulterated Heaven!

Here’s a confession for you. I needed to call a timeout before she did. Although she looks a lot younger, Joyce is forty-six, old enough to be my mother. But did she flag for one second? No, she did not.

Lying facing each other, we gradually caught our breath. We were on our sides, kissing close. I had a hand on Joyce’s outer thigh, slowly stroking the same small patch of smooth skin. She had hold of my tit, her hand seemingly motionless but caressing me nevertheless. Or perhaps I was unconsciously trembling, caressing myself against her innocent palm.

‘See,’ I said, ‘I told you I’d be able to look at you afterwards.’

She chuckled. Earlier, knowing she fancied me, I had offered her my body. Being admirably mature, knowing I’d only recently split from Dave, she’d politely declined. Well . . . she’d wilted in the end, umpteen offers later, but she’d certainly set out with gentlewomanly intentions.

‘Say that again in the morning,’ she said now. ‘Unless you want me to go sleep in my own room.’

‘No way,’ I replied. ‘You’re staying right here.’ Then, scowling at her: ‘What’s so funny, Ms Jackson?’

‘A thought I just had,’ she said. ‘And please, don’t call me “Ms”. I know it’s politically correct and all that, but it sounds far too neutral to me, as if I don’t know what I want. “Miss” sounds unattached and game for anything. And it’s short for “Mistress”, which is sexier yet.’

‘Okay, Mistress Jackson, what’s so funny?’

‘The thought of Paul if he could see us now.’

My scowl intensified. Paul was our FD, otherwise known (to my boss, at least) as “Ebenezer”.

‘Doesn’t he approve of lesbians?’ I wondered, feeling discriminated against for the first time in my life.

‘I’ve never had anything but support from him,’ Joyce said firmly. ‘And he never makes a fuss about affairs between workmates. Not unless they affect job performances, anyway. No, I was thinking what he’d say if he knew he was paying for an unslept-in bed. He’s so miserly! Never mind angina, he’d have a heart attack.’

‘Don’t worry,’ I said, laughing along with her, ‘I’ll keep quiet until our invoices have been safely paid and filed away.’

‘That would be best,’ she agreed. ‘By the way, are you going to tell Dave?’

‘What’s Gaziantep Oral Escort it got to do with her?’ I countered. Then, twigging what she meant, ‘No, Joyce. No! Tonight has nothing to do with getting back at Dave. I couldn’t use you like that. Even if she does deserve it.’

‘Are you sure you’re not misreading the situation with Kat?’ Joyce’s eyes were soft and sympathetic. ‘And haven’t you started turning your coins love-side up?’

I managed to return her smile. After university Joyce spent three years in a commune near Perranporth. Twenty or thirty years too late to be an “original” hippie, she is still more than capable of advocating free love and universal brotherhood. And sisterhood . . .

And shouldn’t I have called her lessons in sixty-nine a “mistress-class”?

‘I saw this van, once,’ I told her. When I was in Cornwall myself. One of those VW Camper things that look about fifty years old. It was blue and green and had bright yellow flowers and peace symbols all over, even on its wheels. I half-expected seeing Shaggy and Scooby in the front seats.’

‘Don’t tell me,’ said Joyce, ‘you’re remembering it now because of me. You’re as good as persuading yourself it had stickers on it. “Ban The Bomb” and “Make Love, Not War”. That sort of thing.’

‘Hmmm, now you come to mention it . . .’

‘As it happens,’ Joyce went on,’ ‘one of the guys I met at the commune was a dead-ringer for Shaggy. He didn’t have a pet Great Dane though. Not that you’d have even noticed him. You would have been more interested in Velma.’

‘And what do you mean by that, precisely, Mistress Jackson?’ I must admit, I had an inkling as to her answer before it came.

‘Velma’s scientific and clever with it. Short hair, big glasses and baggy jumpers. Sounds like your sort of a girl, doesn’t she?’

‘Joyce,’ I hedged, ‘you’re nothing like that.’

‘Not me!’ She gave me a dig in the ribs. ‘You know exactly who I mean.’

I could hedge no more. And I couldn’t keep Dave out of my head any longer, either. ‘Go on, then,’ I began, ‘I’ll come clean. I’m not misreading anything. I caught them at it.’

‘How could you?’ My boss frowned. ‘Kat only got back to England on Monday, didn’t she? While we were on some motorway or other.’

‘It was while we were changing before dinner,’ I said. ‘I had loads of texts from Dave, begging me to ring her. So I did, and it took ages for Katrina to answer . . .’

‘Kat answered Dave’s mobile?’

‘Yes. She was badly out of breath. So was Dave when she took over. It was obvious what I’d interrupted.’

‘Obvious if you have a negative mindset,’ Joyce observed. ‘Maybe they were out for a jog.’

‘Dave hates jogging,’ I said stubbornly.

‘Okay, maybe they were walking up a hill.’

‘Then why would Katrina answer the call? And besides, they were indoors. You can tell by the background noise, can’t you?’

‘Perhaps they were shifting furniture about.’

‘Dave doesn’t have much furniture. And it’s only a small cottage. Where would she move it to?’

Joyce sighed. ‘Dare I ask what you said to her?’

‘I told her she and Katrina deserved each other.’ I took my turn to sigh. ‘I was a bit rude about it. I probably won’t hear from her again.’

*****

Our northbound journey went just as smoothly as our southbound one. There was, however, noticeably less urgency in Joyce’s driving. Rather than setting off at seven thirty we set off at nine, after more sex and a full English breakfast. And, rather than travelling at eighty miles an hour and watching out for speed cameras, we travelled at a steady sixty-five.

‘I said we’ll be back when we’re back,’ she said airily. ‘No point in risking life and limb to be in the office ten minutes sooner, is there?’

‘Better late in this world than early in the next,’ I agreed.

Predictably, we chatted all the way, jumping from topic to topic and very rarely mentioning our work. I honestly can’t remember where we were on the motorway network when we got onto “us”. I also can’t remember who brought the subject up. Me, as likely as not.

‘I’d be delighted if you keep coming back for more,’ Joyce told me. ‘I can always fit in another girlfriend.’

‘I don’t want to know about the others,’ I said cautiously. ‘I accept they’re there and I haven’t a problem with that.’

‘It works both ways, you know,’ Joyce replied. ‘You can see whoever you want to see, too, whenever you want to. Unless you’ve a prior date with me, of course. Speaking of which, what are you doing on Saturday?’

‘Nothing,’ I said after brief consideration.

‘I’ve something on for the morning. Fancy spending the afternoon under my duvet?’

‘I certainly do.’ Remembering to be jealousy-free, I didn’t wonder what was “on” for Joyce this coming Saturday morning. ‘Is an overnight bag in order?’ I asked instead.

‘It certainly is.’

‘In that case I’ll be there on the twelve o’clock bus.’

*****

Fed and watered en route, we arrived back at HQ shortly before three pm. Joyce went to give the FD her report and, feeling much less important in the scheme of things, I headed for my workstation.

‘Hurray,’ Rupen, my next-desk neighbour, said in greeting. ‘At last!’ Then, grinning at me, ‘I hope you’ve brought us plenty of Brighton rock.’

‘Oh,’ I said, theatrically smacking my forehead, ‘I completely forgot.’

‘You never!’

‘Sorry Rupes, it somehow slipped my mind.’

‘Oh, Mikki,’ he moaned. ‘I was looking forward to pigging out and breaking my teeth.’

‘Ta-da!’ I cried, unable to continue the pretence, producing a bag containing thirty or so sticks. Fortunately, I’d remembered Rupen’s nagging at the last minute. Even more fortunately, our hotel had had forgetful guests before; there was a small outlet in reception, selling different types of rock along with picture postcards, souvenir tea towels and stuff like that. Most of my selection simply had BRIGHTON embedded throughout. Having first pick, my neighbour went for a much more elaborate one; his had a gaudy Union Jack and BRIGHTON ROCKS.

‘Cool,’ he said. ‘I knew I could depend on you.’

While Rupes got us coffees I fired up my PC. Ten million emails to answer. No surprise there, then. More surprisingly . . . much more surprisingly . . . there was one from Dave. I sorted all ten million into “sender” order then shrugged. Just the one from Dave, not dozens of them. I wasn’t sure whether to be glad or sad. I’d reassembled my mobile earlier to find she hadn’t been in touch again at all. No texts, no missed calls . . . nothing.

To tell the truth, I’d assumed she was gone forever. And I hadn’t known whether to be glad or sad about that, either.

Suddenly apprehensive, I opened her email and read it (hearing her voice as I did so):

‘Mikki, please believe me, you have got it all wrong. We’d been to the pub when you called yesterday. I’d left my mobile on the kitchen table. We heard it ringing as we came through the garden gate and had to run to answer it. Kat’s got longer legs than me. So she got there first.’

Humph! I thought. As if I’d buy that!

‘Kat is staying here platonically, and not forever. She’s already got job interviews lined up and her dad has agreed to lend her the deposit for a flat. Two or three weeks and she will be out of mine and in a place of her own.’

I had mixed feelings about that middle paragraph but liked the gist of it. Well, I liked “out of mine and in a place of her own”. Shame it wasn’t “out of mine and back in New South Wales”.

‘Please Mikki, can’t we just forget the last couple of days and go back to how we were? I miss you terribly. I haven’t slept since Saturday night. I love you so much.’

I replied with a couple of questions.

‘Hi, Dave. I thought Katrina’s parents had disowned her. And what are these interviews she’s miraculously lined up in less than 24 hours?’

Dave’s answers bounced back almost immediately.

‘Kat’s mum disowned her but her dad’s always been supportive, probably on the QT. And she is in demand. Her interviews are here (tomorrow at 2:30), Skipton Building Society (Thurs am) and Yorkshire Building Society (Thurs pm). She’ll be out from under my roof before you know it.’

After a couple of minutes spent in profound reflection, I responded.

‘We’ll never be able to go back as we were, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, I suppose . . . when Katrina’s gone, I mean. I assume she’ll get a job in no time; so what’s she doing about this flat?’

‘She’s flat- hunting on Friday,’ Dave wrote in response. ‘And Sat/Sun if needs be.’

‘Okay,’ I proposed. ‘Let’s have a cooling off period until Monday. No contact between now and then. Mail me on Monday morning with an update. If Katrina’s found somewhere, you and I can get together and talk.’

This time her response was instantaneous.

‘Deal. I’ll mail you first thing Monday.’

*****

Feeling the need to dry out, I spent Tuesday evening drinking coffee and thinking as deeply as I had ever done. No prizes for guessing my three major themes: Dave, Katrina and myself.

Dave first. I loved her. After sulking for two whole days I could finally admit it, if only to myself. I didn’t really hate her, not even a teeny, tiny bit. No, I’d been shocked and disappointed when she let her ex back on the scene, but I didn’t hate her. And, judging from the barrage of texts yesterday and follow-up email, she still loved me. I hadn’t managed to alienate her after all.

So what did the future hold for us? In the absence of my crystal ball (an essential tool for all credit controllers, by the way!) I was unsure. Okay, it was obvious we couldn’t just turn back the clock. And it was obvious she still cared for Katrina . . .

(Note in passing: I will always find it impossible to think of that woman as “Kat”. In fact I’m not ever going to stoop so low as to try.)

Could I possibly share Dave with Katrina? No, perish the thought. If we were to get together again, that would have to be made clear. Even if we were to agree on an “open” relationship, it would have to exclude Katrina.

As for the lady herself . . .

Although I had never met her, I hated Katrina with all my heart. And I didn’t for one second pretend that it wasn’t a hatred born of jealousy. According to Joyce, she was both stunningly beautiful and an absolute whizz at IT. I saw neither quality as positive. Indeed I saw her as a calculating bitch who’d flown home like a wicked witch on a broomstick, determined to cause havoc.

Again.

Rethinking it over, Dave’s email puzzled me a bit. The Katrina who existed in my imagination wouldn’t meekly borrow a deposit from her dad. Oh no, taking on a flat would incur rent. Why should she shell out when she could live at Dave’s for free? No, she was up to something sly and underhand, wasn’t she? And why oh why couldn’t Dave see through her?

Because Dave was infatuated, that was why. In my twisted mind Katrina regularly travelled the world, fucking and being fucked by equally beautiful woman of all colours, cultures and creeds. By now she’d acquired the sexual skills of the finest courtesan and calculatingly used them to meet her own ends.

Faced with such temptation poor Davina had no chance, had she?

Except . . .

Except, undeserving as I was, I obviously wasn’t going to be dropped just yet. Dave was heroically clinging on.

Still in inadequate self-worth mode, I mused a while on Katrina’s job prospects. Having her sharing our workplace was not an attractive idea. Could I somehow sabotage her interview? Hmmm, not so easy, I concluded. And possibly counterproductive anyway. I did, after all, need her to be in paid employment and able to pay for a place of her own.

Bugger, bugger, bugger, I thought, it’s catch-22.

Thinking about myself was not a pleasant experience. Toys out of the pram or what! As soon as Dave mentioned Katrina I had gone off on one. What sort of a way was that for a true love to behave? How little sympathy and understanding did I possess? Why couldn’t I have made an attempt to listen? And, as for that night of sin in Brighton . . .

Try as I might, I couldn’t make myself regret having had sex with Joyce. And I wasn’t about to miss our weekend encore. I’d been a free agent ever since Sunday, I told myself. All said and done, I still was a free agent, and would be until Monday at the very earliest. So why shouldn’t I further my sex education?

Because I was in love with Dave?

Hmmm . . .

In the end I decided Joyce was right about love. Like everyone else, I had much more to give than I’d ever realized. Giving it all to one person . . .

Well, just look at Dave. She was adamant she loved me but clearly still felt for Katrina. Who knew who else she felt for, too? Maybe she was still in love with dozens of ex-girlfriends.

And who was to say she was wrong for feeling that way?

*****

I swapped lunches on Wednesday, not wanting to awkwardly bump into Dave. Thanks to the day’s most complicated phone call, it was one fifteen by the time I reached the canteen, my stomach rumbling. By then the “second sitting” rush had eased and I was able to saunter to the front of a non-existent queue.

‘Well hello,’ said Becky, grinning at me over the counter. ‘Where’ve you been all of my life?’

I returned her grin. ‘Brighton,’ I said. ‘And it’s good to be back.

Selecting and paying for my meal, I took a seat at an empty table for four. Before I confess what I had for lunch, I have to tell you our canteen is ace. And it’s so cheap it just has to be subsidized. There are three or four main courses every day with extras available separately.

By “extras” I mean everything from a portion of chips to a wide variety of veg. And, as I said, the prices are very reasonable. Anyone hard up (just before pay day, say, when there’s been a lot more month than money) can skip the main and fill up with two or three extras for less than a quid.

So to my meal: cottage pie, roast potatoes, chips, sprouts and cauliflower cheese. Yes, I do know how calorific that little lot was. And yes, I know there was far too much starchy spud and that my plate was badly colour-coordinated. But I’m lucky in being able to eat and drink just about anything I like. Way I see it, if you’ve got it . . .

‘Mikki,’ a voice said unexpectedly. ‘I didn’t know you worked here. Can I join you?’

I looked up and was surprised to see my old schoolmate, Tommy Smith. From the way he was dressed it was apparent Tommy worked in the gizmo factory. ‘Please do,’ I said, well aware that “factory” seldom mixed with “office”.

‘I’ve been here four or five years,’ he told me. ‘Working with the factory engineer. Right now we’re supposed to be putting in a new production line. We spend more time fixing machines this lot have broken, though.’ He jerked his thumb as he said “this lot”, pointing at nobody but presumably meaning everyone who’d ever set foot on the shop floor.

‘I’ve been here since December,’ I replied. ‘Working in Credit Control. I thought you’d be playing for Saracens by now.’

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My head was throbbing; Manny had left abruptly apologizing for keeping me so late. He had forgotten to keep and eye on the time.

The parking lot was almost empty when I left the College. Not that that was so unusual, I generally kept late nights anyway. My life was devoid of anything better to do. My marriage had broken up about 10 years earlier. Arriving home one evening I found a totally empty house, empty that is except for my belongings strewn throughout the place. My wife Linda and all of our furniture had left me.

The note said that she was tired of living a lie, that she was in Love with an acquaintance of ours and that she had moved in with him. Oh yes, don’t call me. My lawyer will call you. My life had been empty ever since. After the dust settled I bought a High Rise condo where I have lived quietly since the divorce.

The condo seemed that much more empty tonight. I poured myself a drink and sat for a while thinking about the young man and the story he told me. His life seemed so full whereas mine, well mine was filled with work. It stopped me from thinking. Tonight though the soul tearing loneliness and emptiness had returned with a dull thud. For the first time in many years I felt myself crying.

A few days later Manny showed up at my office door carrying a couple of coffees. He sat down and almost without skipping a beat, continued.

Manny awoke to the Dawn Chorus. The birds were in full voice, as his eyes slowly focused the mauve light of the new day was visible through the window. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and cooking bacon wafted in from the kitchen.

‘Did last night really happen he wondered’? Still trying to focus his vision. ‘Had he made love to his sister and cousin, or was that just some deliciously erotic dream’? He looked down at his morning boner ‘Some dream’

He got out of bed and then he remembered that he was only wearing a towel the previous evening. He soon found it lying where Maria had discarded it. Wrapping it around his waist he went out into the kitchen area.

Maria was at the stove cooking bacon and eggs; she even had home fries going. He walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck. “Mmmm, Good morning Sweetie” She whispered moving her head back to rest against the side of his face. He put his arms around her and squeezed. He licked her ear seductively. “Mmn” She sighed her approval.

“What’s this poking me in the pack young sir”? She giggled as she reached behind and grasped his stiff member. She turned to face him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. “Good morning my Love” She whispered.

The bathroom door opened and Susan came out. “Hey, put him down you don’t know where he’s been”! She laughed. Walking over to Manny and Maria she first kidded her cousin and then her brother. Her tongue eased between his lips. “Good Morning Sweetheart” She whispered.

“Hungry”? Asked Maria. Both Manny and Susan were famished so they eagerly helped her set out the food.

“Mmmm, smells delicious as usual” Susan commented as she kissed Maria on the cheek.

They sat down and started breakfast. “Holy Shit I’m starving, I could eat a horse” Manny said.

“Aahem, talking about eating”, Susan looked at him “Where’d you learn to eat pussy like that”? He paused, a forkful of food in suspended animation half way to his mouth.

“What do you mean”? He asked.

“Where’d you learn to eat pussy like that? Just answer the question”

“Yea, where”? Maria piped in.

“No good”? He asked.

“Very, very good” Maria grinned, raising her eyebrows.

“It’s just,” Susan said chewing on some bacon “It’s just we wanna know who to thank” She smiled at him and raised her coffee cup to her mouth.

“Brenda Sykes” He said. He caught Susan in mid swallow. She started coughing and spluttering. Coffee was dribbling out of her nose as she simultaneously reached for a napkin and scooted her chair back.

“Bre….”Cough splutter wheeze “Brenda”! Cough splutter. She was dabbing at her nose and her eyes with the napkin. “The Ministers daughter, that Brenda Sykes, Miss Butter wouldn’t melt in my fucking mouth Brenda Sykes”?

“The same” Manny replied.

The girls scooted their chairs forward. Maria didn’t have a clue who Brenda was but her cousin’s reaction had her fascinated. “OK, c’mon buddy, tell” Susan pushed him.

“There’s really noth….” He started but Susan cut him off “Tell”!

“Yea, tell everything, every last detail,” Piped in Maria.

“Everything, c’mon Spill”! Susan gave him the evil eye.

“Well I don’t think Maria knows Brenda, do you”? He asked. She just shook her head.

“Describe her” interjected Susan “You’ve obviously seen more of her than I have” She smirked.

Brenda always kept herself to herself. She was very shy, which gave her a sort of aloofness. Not one for making many friends, people only really saw her at school. Or if your family went to her father’s church, then you’d see her on Sundays.

Just after Manny had turned eighteen, the School went to the district track and field meet. Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort The bus was full except for one seat, next to Manny. Brenda was the last one on the bus.

“Is anyone sitting here,” She asked. Manny just looked up shook his head and continued to look out of the window.

“Shit Man, I hated track and field, but I was trapped. The whole friggin’ school was going I didn’t have a choice” He took a sip from his coffee. “I wasn’t trying to ignore her I was just sitting trying to figure out how to get out of going”

The bus started its journey and after a few moments Manny noticed that Brenda’s head was bowed. ‘Fuck’ He thought ‘Bad enough I’m sitting next to a holy roller, now she’s friggin’ praying’ Her head seemed to be nodding around a bit too much so he glanced over at her.

“She was asleep” He chuckled.

“You’re kidding,” commented Susan incredulously.

“She was sound asleep,” He said.

He had his jacket folded up in his lap so he rolled it up, then nudged Brenda awake with his elbow. She looked at him not knowing where she was. Her eyes were the most beautifully green he’d ever see. “Here” He said “You better rest your head on this”

“I shouldn’t have fallen asleep,” She whispered.

“Sorry”? Manny said not hearing her.

“I shouldn’t have fallen asleep”! She looked dazed.

He returned to looking out of the window, he remembered that as a kid the school buses were bedlam. Kids jumping all over, usually screaming at each other. Now though, people just chatted with their friends or called out occasionally to one another. The bus had a steady hum.

Brenda’s head was starting to droop forward again so he turned to look at her. She was asleep again. He took his rolled up jacket and put it on his left shoulder. Reached over and gently guided her head onto the pillow created by his shoulder and the jacket. He felt her relax into a deeper slumber.

“She slept for about an hour until we reached the track meet” He chuckled “Then I had to wake her up because I had to go piss so bad I could taste it”

“Shit was she embarrassed? We were just about the only ones left on the bus” Shaking his head.

The stadium was almost full to capacity, but he did notice some vacant seats in the nose bleed section. He started climbing the stairs and finally reached some empty seats right at the very top. Just as he was sitting down he noticed Brenda was not far behind him also looking for a seat. He signaled to her and pointed to the seat next to him. She looked around as if she was reluctant to sit there, as if she was looking for another seat.

She sat next to him and looked at him shyly. “If I fall asleep, give me a poke in the arm”? She pleaded. “If you fall asleep you can rest your head on your pillow” He smiled pointing to his jacket now lying in his lap.

“So why are you so sleepy”? He asked.

“Too many late nights studying,” She almost whispered. “My grades need to come up a bit”

“You going to college”? She asked

“Haven’t decided yet” He yawned “Been helping a friend out in his machine shop, he’s offered me an apprenticeship. I like working with my hands”.

They watched the events on the field for a while. Eventually Brenda’s head started to nod. He just handed her the rolled up jacket and smiled.

“Then she did the strangest friggin’ thing, she put it back in my lap and laid her head on it”. He shook his head. “I’d expected her to use it on the other seat. Shit she was asleep before I even realized she had done it. So I just left her alone, she slept for a while”

Manny looked down at Brenda, her chestnut mane sprawled all over. ‘Shit she’s got the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen’ He thought. Occasionally she would stir a little, and on one of these occasions she lifted her head slightly put her hand under the jacket and laid her head back down.

“Holy Fuck, her hand was resting on my cock”! He laughed

His hormones clicked in and to his dismay, he could feel himself getting hard. He just sat there. He couldn’t do anything. His predicament was made even worse because periodically her fingers would twitch, causing very pleasant sensations.

He watched the field trying to think about anything that would distract him. Nothing helped though.

Susan and Maria sat there grinning, imagining his situation.

He didn’t realize she was awake until he felt her fingers tighten momentarily on his member.

With a sudden gasp she sat bolt upright and looked at him in horror. ‘Oh, Fuck’ He thought. Her gaze went slowly back to his lap. Tentatively she reached over and removed the jacket. The bulge in his jeans was obvious.

“Did I do that”? She asked just barely audible.

“I’m sorry, it happens sometimes”. He muttered under his breath as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees.

“How often does it happen”? She asked.

“Anytime” He replied “Usually when I’m near a pretty girl”.

There was silence for a few minutes, and then she looked at him sideways “You think I’m pretty”?

“No, I think you’re beautiful. It’s just the first time I’ve been close enough to find out how lovely you are”

“Will it go away”?

“What’?

“That” She pointed in his lap.

“Eventually it’ll go down but no it won’t go away” He replied.

She said nothing, nor did she leave she just sat and watched the remainder of the activities on the field.

He found a seat at the back of the bus for the trip back to school. ‘Way to go Manny’ He thought ‘How to alienate someone in one easy boner’. So it was with great surprise that he looked up to find her sliding into the seat next to him. Not a word was exchanged they just smiled at each other then sat in silence as the bus moved off.

As the bus arrived at the school she leaned over and said, “I’m going to get an ice cream, can I treat you”?

“Treat me”? He asked. “Why”?

“The jacket, that was a nice thing to do” She smiled.

“You don’t need to” He started.

“I’d like to” She cut him off in mid sentence.

They sat facing each other in a booth at the local ice cream parlor. “Can I ask you something”? She said.

“Sure, ask me anything you want” He replied.

“You seeing anyone”?, She looked at him.

“Na, nobody” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You ever have sex”? She asked suddenly.

The top fell off of Manny’s ice cream and landed with a plop on the table. “Fuck”! He exclaimed. She giggled. Then she got up and brought more napkins. Between the two of them they managed to get his ice cream back on the cone and clean the table up.

“So did you? I don’t want to know whom ” She looked at him steadily.

He felt his color change. “Yes” He whispered “Some”.

They sat in silence for a while. “Did you ever get a blow job”? She asked

His mouth dropped open. “Wha.” He was shocked that this girl would be so direct. He went along with it anyway.

“Yes, a few” He replied

“How about you, you ever have sex”? It was now his turn to push her.

“No” She replied looking down at her hands “Not a chance, Guy’s don’t seem to notice.

“So, you’ve never been eaten either”? He grinned.

She blushed profusely and shook her head.

“You ever eat anybody” She looked at him directly. Now it was his turn to blush.

“Yea, but” He shrugged his shoulders.

“What, but what”? She enquired.

“She said I wasn’t very good,” He said quietly.

They sat in silence for a while. Then the conversation got around to people they both knew. He was surprised at her depth of knowledge about some individuals. He found out more about Brenda too. She resented her parents, particularly her father.

On the pulpit he was a pillar of the community, but in his own home he was nothing but a bully. She wanted to be an Engineer. Daddy however, was bound and determined that she would go to Bible College. There was quite a battle of wills going on. Surprisingly this seemingly timid girl seemed to gather strength as she talked about it. Manny was beginning to doubt if ‘Daddy’ would win this one. She was very angry with her Mother for “not having enough backbone to stand up to the jerk”

“ I mean the supper has to be on the table when HE wants it” She said angrily “What’s wrong with making his own fucking supper for a change? Mom works too”. She stopped suddenly, horrified with the realization of what she had just said. “I, I just swore” She looked shocked “I just said the F word”.

“So fucking what”? Smiled Manny.

“I shouldn’t ha.”

“Say it again” He winked. “Repeat after me F-U-C-K”

She giggled at him “No I couldn’t”

“Sure you can” He smiled “Go on just for me, pwetty pwease”?

“I’ll leave then” He warned.

“OK” She whispered, “Fuck”

He leaned towards her and whispered conspiratorially “Was that so bad”? They both started laughing almost uncontrollably.

What had supposed to be one ice cream stretched into two hours of chat. Both of them were shocked at how quickly the time had gone by. They stood and she turned to leave, but hesitated. She turned back to Manny and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank You” She smiled. “Thanks for being you”. Then she turned and left the ice cream parlor leaving him standing there.

“I figured that she likely wouldn’t bother talking to me again. That this was just one of those things” He said.

“What things”? Susan looked mystified.

“Y’know, somebody dumps on you for a couple of hours then breezes past in the hallway without even a nod” He said.

“Oh” She acknowledged “Carry on”

Manny was awakened the next morning by the phone ringing off the hook”. ‘Fuck’ he thought groggily, ‘Mom and Dad must have gone out’.

He stumbled into the hallway and picked up the phone. “Hello”? He mumbled.

“ Is Manny there please”? A vaguely familiar female voice asked.

“Speaking” He mumbled.

“This is Brenda,” She said. “You sound sleepy, did I wake you”?

“Yea, but it’s OK, What’s up”? His head was beginning to clear.

“What are you up to today”? She asked.

“Not a Hell of a lot really, gotta clean my car is all” He replied.

“Can I come over I need to talk”? She sounded serious.

“If you want, I gotta get a shower though so gimme an hour. OK”?

“See you then” and she hung up.

‘Shit’, he thought ‘I hope she didn’t go home and tell her father to make his own fucking supper’. He ran the shower and stepped in. ‘Didn’t think I’d hear from her again. What the hell would she want to talk about’?

He was sitting in the kitchen when the front doorbell rang. She was lovely she was wearing a yellow sundress, which came down to just above her knees. The sun dancing in her chestnut hair, she was beaming from ear to ear.

“Can I come in”? She asked cheerfully.

He just smiled and opened the door. She kissed him on the cheek as she stepped past him. It took him off guard. Not knowing quite what to say he just stood there shuffling his feet.

“Oops”! She said rolling her eyes to the ceiling. Then she stepped outside and picked up her blue knapsack. “Told my parents I was coming to a friends house to study” She grinned. She looked down the hallway and whispered, “Do I get to meet your folks”?

“Nobody home” He said with a shrug.

“Well, in that case” She said as she stepped forward and put her arms around his neck. “Can I do this”? She kissed him on the lips, surprising him a little.

He returned the kiss, softly at first. He kissed her and looked in her eyes. Like precious emeralds, they seemed to suck him into the very depths of her soul. Their kisses became longer and more fervent. He felt her mouth open slightly as the pressure increased. They both sought each other’s tongues at the same time. Soon they were both short of breath.

“Holy Shit”! He said stepping back “You’re the best kisser, ever”.

“Really”? She beamed.

He just nodded his head and took her in his arms. His lips found hers again. Soon they were locked in a duel of lips and tongues as their passion built. He knew she could feel his erection as she pressed against him. It obviously didn’t bother her though, because she was pressing her body tight to his.

“Do you wanna go up to my room”? He whispered.

“Yes please” She smiled.

He took her hand and started up the stairs. “Oops, almost forgot again”! She chuckled turning back to pick up her knapsack. They walked slowly up the stairs to Manny’s room.

“Sorry about the mess” he apologized. “I usually have a clean up once a week” He smiled “Today isn’t the day, maybe tomorrow”.

She cast an appraising eye over his room. “Not so bad, you should see mine sometimes”.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds. He wasn’t really sure why she had come here. He was definitely glad she did though. He rather enjoyed spending time with her. “You know you don’t have to be in my room if you don’t want to” He assured her.

“I know” She smiled “Believe me if I didn’t want to be here I wouldn’t have bothered coming to visit” She said quietly.

She sat on the foot of the bed and patted the spot next to her. He obediently sat down. “Do you remember yesterday when we were talking in the ice cream place”? She asked seriously.

“Sure, of course I remember” He looked at her.

“Well, I was thinking last night and it seems to me that you and I could do each other a huge favor” She turned to face him blushing slightly. “I don’t want to be the only girl in school that doesn’t know how to give a blow job”.

‘Holy Fuck, she doesn’t hold back’ He thought. ‘She’s just like my sister’

This earned him an ankle kick from Susan.
“That’s why I love you so much” Manny smiled at Susan.

“Will you just get on with the fucking story”? She glared at him.

Manny continued where he left off.

“You admitted that when you went down on a girl she didn’t think you did a very good job,” She continued seriously. “So we could teach each other” She smiled. “What do you think”?

Manny felt like he had just won the lottery. This beautiful girl wanted to give him a blowjob. ‘Fuck, how many guy’s does this happen too’? He thought.

“Judging from your expression, I’d say it’s OK” She chuckled.

“You bet” He beamed.

“There is just one thing” She grew serious again. “I want to keep my virginity” She looked at him earnestly. “Maybe I’m old fashioned but it should be my husband who takes it” She reached for his hand. “If you can’t respect that, then I’ll leave now” She paused “I still want to be your friend though”

“Will you respect that”? She asked.

“Yes, I can respect that” Manny reluctantly said. “It’s going to be very tough though, you’re very sexy”

Brenda smiled “You think so”?

He just nodded down in the direction of his boner and smiled at her. Then he leaned over and kissed her tentatively at first. Soon though the kisses heated up to the same temperature, as they were downstairs in the hallway. Their tongues dueling as they slowly sank back onto the bed. Their breathing was becoming ragged as he traced his tongue from her chin to her bottom lip. She sucked it back into her mouth. ‘Holy Shit’ He thought. ‘If she sucks my dick the way she’s sucking on my tongue, wow’

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What turned out to be one of the most unforgettable, shocking, and delicious nights of my life almost never happened.

As the head of the Freestyle Skiing Association of Canada came up to the podium to introduce the Tremblay sisters on stage, I applauded with everyone else. But I was thinking about what an enormous hassle it had been to get these three girls from Quebec to attend our gala charity dinner at a ballroom at Canada Place just weeks before the 2014 Olympics.

It was a joint venture between the ski association and the Vancouver General Hospital, which had brought me in from Seattle as a consultant to organize the sale of thousand-dollar tickets, a silent auction, and a 50/50 raffle supporting both the athletes and the purchase of new diagnostic equipment. There had been a lot of talk about “innovative partnerships between the sport and health care sectors” and so on.

With my six-month contract wrapping up, I’d worked with the hospital’s event organizing committee to confirm the attendance of the Olympians. The Nordic skiers and the bobsleigh team turned out to be easy. But Nathalie, Denise, and Catherine Tremblay took forever. They were doing aerials training up at Whistler, and the team PR manager was very uncommunicative. He told me it depended on whether the coach would agree to a break that weekend.

Finally, less than three days before the event, I got a one-sentence email directly from Nathalie: “We will be there!!!!!” Well, thank God. Christmas was saved.

There was an empty seat next to me at my otherwise packed Table

7 in the corner of the ballroom, and I put my purse down on it as I rummaged for my new smartphone. I was supposed to contribute a few photos for the event blog. I zoomed in on the podium as the girls stepped up to say a few words, and I couldn’t help a murmur of pleasure at what I saw.

They were even cuter, fresher, and more feminine than the photos on the ski association web site indicated.

Nathalie, the oldest and tallest at 24, had a wonderfully honest and fresh-faced complexion with long brown hair tumbling past her shoulders. She wore a lavender lace dress cut well above the knee and sheer black tights. You could tell she was a smart girl and a leader. She had a big designer watch on her left wrist.

“It is a fantastic pleasure that we are here with you tonight in Vancouver,” she said, flanked by her younger sisters. “We hope only to make Canada proud in Sochi. We have trained so hard, and now to support the hospital also is a great privilege…”

Denise, age 21, was the one who described herself as a bit of a fashion princess. She had a quintessentially French woman’s face and her brown hair was tied back in a bun. She smiled shyly, nodding as Nathalie talked. Denise wore a faux-fur collar and a floral-themed cotton dress cut a little lower than Nathalie’s, along with see-through blue tights.

Catherine, who was 19 and had won a silver medal last year on the World Cup circuit in Norway, still had that teenage insouciance about her. She kept reaching up to adjust her long blonde hair, her lips pursed with a bit of a “let’s get on with this” attitude. She scanned the crowd to see who was looking at her, clearly aware she was the prettiest of the sisters. She wore a red silk evening dress with daring, diamond-patterned sheer black stockings and a bracelet of white pearls.

Very nice, I thought, as I finished snapping my photos. Naturally, my filthy mind turned to which of the girls I would most like to have if I could choose. Nathalie, I decided quickly. An oldest sister, which I’ve always liked, well-spoken, and the bustiest of a modestly endowed trio. Probably unshaven too, based on the Quebec women I’d met. Lately, I’ve been dating older and fucking younger, if you understand what I mean. Wouldn’t it be lovely to make a beautiful young Olympian my latest conquest? Well, a lovely daydream anyway…

The girls chorused into the microphone: “Thank you, Vancouver! Merci Canada! Bonne chance a tous!” As everyone clapped, they filed down the stairs at the front of the stage, teetering enticingly in their high heels. The waiters began to bring bread baskets and salads. I sipped my water. There were over 500 people here and I wasn’t in charge of the assigned seating, so who knew where Nathalie would…

Wait a minute. As Denise and Catherine peeled off to other tables, Nathalie was Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort coming straight toward me. With a dazzling smile, she came up and placed her hand on my bare shoulder.

“Excuse me, I believe that I am sitting next to you?” Nathalie said.

I returned her smile. “Let me just move my handbag,” I said. She slid in next to me, our thighs brushing. She turned to the Asian real estate agent on her other side and politely introduced herself with a handshake before turning right back to me. “I’m Nathalie, and you are…?”

“Frederika. I’m with the hospital. We emailed about you attending.”

“Oh!” Her eyes lit up. “It is so wonderful that now we meet at last night.” She hugged me and kissed me on both cheeks without reserve. She was wearing a lilac scent and her hair was almost as her lips. I held on to our embrace a little longer than necessary, enjoying her firm curves.

Nathalie nibbled on her salad as they poured the water. “May I say that you look magnificent tonight, Frederika?”

“Why, thank you. It’s a new gown.” And it was. Black velvet, shoulderless, low-cut with straps at the back, custom-made by a new dressmaker who had just opened up near Pike Place Market. It showed off my amazing cleavage as much as possible, barely within the bounds of propriety.

“I like very much your earrings as well,” Nathalie said. She artlessly reached up and touched one of the large gold hoops.

Before Nathalie’s arrival, I’d been the subject of many lustful glances from my tablemates. Now I could see everyone envying my very natural interaction with this 24-year-old girl. At the neighboring table, envy showed in the eyes of two of my lesbian colleagues. I enjoyed having what they couldn’t have. Just that thought alone was making me hot.

I touched Nathalie’s thigh with my hand. “Who did your makeup tonight? You and your sisters all look fabulous.”

“We did each other,” Nathalie said with a smile. “We always do. It’s more simple, you know?”

“I understand perfectly.” The image of the three girls applying one another’s eye shadow and lipstick held immense appeal for me.

We continued to converse, completely ignoring our tablemates as course after course arrived. Nathalie occasionally got a text message and exclaimed, “Oh, pardon! I must answer!”, which was a tad distracting but understandable in a girl her age.

She mentioned her family always went sailing in the summer, and I told her about my love of fishing trips.

Nathalie told me that I reminded her of Shannon, the freestyle ski team’s longtime masseuse, who had unfortunately had to return to Ireland in the summer when her work permit expired.

“We have now a new masseuse, but she’s not so good as Shannon. With Shannon we were very close. She even taught us to do massage because we thought it’s not fair she always massages us and we don’t help her, you know? So we all three gave her a massage sometimes,” said Nathalie with a giggle.

“How very lucky for Shannon,” I said knowingly. “I wish I had three lovely masseuses like you girls to give me a rub when my back gets stiff.” My pussy was throbbing at the thought.

In an interesting coincidence, Nathalie told me that she, Denise, and Catherine had been doing dry-land training in the summer in Seattle at Argo Fitness. “Really?” I exclaimed. “That’s where my personal trainer is based.”

“Is she named Rebecca?”

“Why, yes, she is.”

“Unbelievable! We also did resistance band work and circuits with her. What a small world!”

“Isn’t she the best? She does a wonderful job.”

“Yes, I can see that,” Nathalie said, touching the back of my arm and winking at me. Her skin was incredibly smooth. God, her desire for me was palpable, and that heightened my longing for her.

“Where are you girls staying?” I asked.

“At the hotel here. The Pan…something?”

“The Pan Pacific. You’re right upstairs, then.”

Nathalie smiled at me without saying a word. She looked down before raising her eyes again with more than flirtatious intent.

“You know, I prefer the company of women to the company of men,” Nathalie said in a low voice. “The conversation is so much more stimulating.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, staring deep into her eyes.

Just then, a bell rang. “Ladies and gentlemen, our silent auction is now over,” said the MC. “We’ll have the results up on the board at the far end of the ballroom momentarily. Please go check to see if you’re one of the lucky ones.”

“Would you excuse me for a moment?” I said. “I put in a couple of bids right before dinner and I have a good feeling about tonight.”

I rose and walked off, hips swaying, feeling Nathalie’s eyes glued to me.

Five minutes later, I was back, toting a big white bag with the ski federation logo. The table burst into a applause. “What did you get?” Nathalie asked as I sat down.

“Well, it’s my lucky day, or our lucky day,” I said. “Weren’t you telling me that today is your ‘cheat day’ diet-wise?”

“Precisely,” Nathalie said. “We also have the day off tomorrow. Don’t tease me. What’s in the bag, Frederika?”

I reached in and produced a bottle of red wine. “This is the Merlot, from California. I also got a nice full-bodied Cabernet from France.”

“Le vin rouge, I love it!”

I leaned in and lowered my voice. “I’m enjoying our conversation so much, I’d like to continue it over a glass of red wine in your room, Nathalie.”

“Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”

After dessert and coffee, we made discreet separate exits. We met up outside the elevator.

Heading up to the seventh floor, we had the elevator to ourselves. I took full advantage. I placed my hands on Nathalie’s waist and ran them slowly, savoringly up her body. I cupped her sweet face in my hands and kissed her hungrily on the mouth. Our tongues touched as I caught a glimpse of our passion reflected in the mirror. It was a moment I’ll never forget.

Nathalie gasped. “Oh my God. We have a word in French, ‘expérimenté.’ You know this word?”

“Your French is better than mine except when it comes to kissing,” I told her.

“Expérimenté, it means ‘experienced.’ You are expérimenté, I can tell from how you kiss me. But I like also this word because it sounds like the English ‘experiment,’ and I like very much to experiment.”

“Taboos don’t concern me,” I said. “Pleasure does.”

The elevator door opened. We walked hand in hand down the hallway to room 769.

The harbour lights twinkled below. Both the queen-sized beds were strewn with clothes, makeup, and magazines belonging to the three sisters.

Nathalie tossed a bunch of stuff on to the bed closer to the wall as I put the wine on the floor. I took her in my arms and we lay entangled on the other bed, making out and exploring each other’s bodies with unbelievable excitement.

She had just kissed her way down to my throat and I was reaching up underneath her lavender dress when I heard two voices outside and the door opened. Denise and Catherine burst into the room. Nathalie let out a little shriek of surprise.

There was no way to deny what I’d been doing with their older sister, and frankly, I had no desire to. I faced Denise and Catherine with a questioning look.

The three of them burst into some excited Quebecois chatter, punctuated by many giggles. I heard several references to Shannon, their former masseuse. Denise and Catherine kicked off their shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Nice to meet you, Frederika,” said Catherine, sticking out her tongue. She had clearly had a bit to drink. “Denise, open the wine.”

Nathalie looked at me. “You’re OK that they are here?”

“It’s their room too,” I said, smiling.

Denise uncorked the wine, poured everyone a glass, and gave me mine with a light kiss on the lips. Nathalie made no objection.

I proposed a toast. “To a magnificent evening that is only beginning.”

Our glasses clinked as we all made eye contact. After taking a deep sip, I put my glass down and kissed Nathalie again, my hand caressing her hair, keenly aware of the other girls’ eyes on us.

I am an exhibitionist and I always will be. God, I felt so fucking good. My cunt was soaked.

Catherine’s eyes flashed with undeniable enjoyment. “It’s good you are not so, how you say, inhibited like most Americans, Frederika.”

And then Catherine put her arms around Denise and kissed her full on the mouth, tongue to tongue. There was no mistaking what was going on. My clit was swollen beyond belief. Now I knew what those text messages Nathalie had sent at dinner were about.

Catherine tossed her golden hair back. “Did you like that?” she asked provocatively.

“Yes, but now I want to taste your lips too,” I said. I reached out, taking her by the wrist and pulling her to me. As our wine-stained mouths came together, Catherine reached up and placed her hands directly over my full breasts, stroking my nipples through the black velvet. God, her lips were even softer than Nathalie’s. I clutched hungrily at her 19-year-old ass, squeezing it and fondling it, my fingers reaching up under the hem of her tights. I gasped and moaned with pleasure as I got what I deserved.

My eyes were closed but I could feel the heat of the other two sisters pressing in on either side of me. I caught a hint of Nathalie’s lilac scent before Denise put her arm around me and I joined the Tremblay sisters in an incredible, four-way, tongue-to-tongue kiss.

Oh God, it was everything I wanted. It seemed like forever before we pulled away.

“We share everything,” Nathalie said. “We don’t date men. We are always training. Always together. Shannon taught us how last year. You can keep our little secret?”

I nodded. “I want you. All of you. I want to do everything tonight.”

We began to play an exquisitely sensual game. I reclined in a huge leather armchair in the corner of the room, my gown rolled down and bra cast aside to reveal my magnificent tits. Each sister took her turn coming over to me and saying something provocative before kissing me on the mouth and tonguing my nipples.

“I wanted you from the moment I saw you,” said Nathalie, running her tongue around my right areola before pinching it and sucking it in. God, she knew how to suck me.

“Will you sit on my face later tonight while my sisters watch?” said Denise. “That is my fantasy.” She took as much of my left tit into her mouth as she could while I stroked her hair. Nathalie and Catherine were removing each other’s clothes in the background.

“Outside the bedroom, Nathalie leads us, but in here she likes to do what she’s told,” Catherine explained between hot impulsive kisses. “I’m a top like you, Frederika. I’m the youngest sister and I want to get what I want!” She sucked my tits as if she couldn’t get enough.

I took Catherine by the wrist again and we got on the bed, lying back and spreading our thighs in a wide V formation.

As the older two girls came toward us in the nude, Catherine yanked off her tights and underwear. I simply yanked my black lace thong to one side, while both of us hiked our dresses up. It was intensely exciting to feel our dominance over Nathalie and Denise.

“Go on, girls,” I said commandingly. “I want to feel your tongue between my thighs, Nathalie. And I want Denise to eat Catherine out — for my pleasure.”

As Nathalie went down on me, I groaned loudly with pleasure as her tongue tantalized my inner labia before lapping at my clit in circles. “Fuck! I need this! I fuckin’ need this…”

My head turned to the side. I seized Catherine’s hand and the raw pleasure on her face mirrored mine. Denise was tongue-fucking Catherine’s 19-year-old slit. “Oui, oui!” gasped Catherine. “C’est ca, ma fille…c’est ca! Ah, sur le clito…mon Dieu…”

I couldn’t make out everything she was saying but her words just got me even more soaked.

Nathalie started fingerfucking me and now I needed all three sisters on me. I pulled Catherine into me. “Suck my fuckin’ tit again! Do it!”

Denise came around the other side and took my breast fully into her mouth again. I was stiffening up as the two younger sisters worshipped my tits and Nathalie fucked my spread-open cunt. I was getting ready to explode. “Jesus Christ…oh motherfucker…fuck the shit out of me girls…ahhhhhhh…I need to come so fuckin’ hard.”

I screamed out and rolled to the side as my orgasm made my whole body convulse. The three girls wrapped their arms around me, kissing me feverishly, the heavenly feeling of smooth sensual bodies enveloping mine. It was one of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.

I fell asleep as they stroked my hair and kissed me. When I awoke, I was disoriented.

Nathalie was sitting at the end of the bed, wearing a white fluffy bathrobe, her cheeks flushed and her hair charmingly dishevelled.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Only 10:45,” Nathalie said.

I heard a splash from the bathroom and a gasp of delight.

“I think you should go in there,” Nathalie said. “Denise and Catherine have something they want to show you.”

This unforgettable, shocking, and delicious night wasn’t over yet.

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