He shrugged and ordered a beer.
After a while the women decided it was hot in the saloon and especially working in the gallery so they removed their tops.
“Any problem is we removed our bras?” Della asked, handing Mick his third bottle of beer and he shrugged, apparently still having no idea what was going on.
After a lovely meal they sat topside having a brandy in the moonlight and when they went below Daisy took Mick’s hand saying, “Your bed’s not made up, sleep with us.”
Mick shrugged and followed like a lamb, his mind churning over picturing sexual mayhem.
They gave Mick first use of the bathroom and when they emerged wearing just their panties Mick was in the middle of the bed.
“Undress and jump in here,” he ordered. They giggled and obeyed.
They began with Della sucking off Mick while Daisy sat on his face and played with her breasts. From there it was all on, Daisy diving into the bottom beside drawer and bringing out her mom’s box of toys. They finally dropped into proper sleep around 9:00 next morning.
They became a regular threesome and dated no one else. Their parents eventually accepted it, both mothers helping to soften up their husbands, promising the three would ‘grow out of it."
A year after graduation Mick, Daisy and Della were happily living together in a rented apartment, doing well at their jobs when Mick was offered a promotion to a distant city. He told the Della and Daisy and they were delighted. Mick had hoped at least one would go with him but no offer came. Was this the end of the road for their affair? Well, like marriages affairs ended sooner or later.
Mick had 48-hours to advise HR at work about acceptance. He’d been placed under no pressure but a promotion in rank and pay did not come up every day, month or even every year. He decided to offer to take one of the women, but which one?
On Saturday Della and Daisy went to a hen’s luncheon so he sat in a small restaurant overlooking the lake and pondered and found it worse than taking an exam.
Looks: Both looked great, had their own individuality but he saw nothing to put one above the other.
Temperament: Daisy was calmer than Della and Della took longer to get over it.
Compatibility: Mick struggled with that one. In being calmer Daisy was less exciting and that figured. Della was less of a chatterbox but then who liked driving long distance in near silence? He applied the desert island test – being alone on an island with one of them at a time. Daisy came out tops.
Kids: No contest and both appeared indifferent.
Cooking: Different styles. Both very good, too difficult to judge.
Tidiness: Daisy.
Self-care: Della by a country mile.
Affection for Mick: Difficult to decide
Mick sighed, realizing it was a matter at looking long term as well, in case an association became permanent. Then contrary to that argument he thought while Daisy had a clear edge and he accepted without question her name Daisy but when it came to considering activity in bed or on the sofa, Della was way out ahead. She went into it with gusto, loved to scream and sucked him awake wanting more while Daisy wiggled and bucked and the like but if he woke her for more she’d yawn and say later. And when you’re young robust sex is what the world is about.
Mick looked down on the promenade walk below and saw a guy walking his babe run his hand down her flank and probably squeeze because the babe stopped abruptly and swung into him with a crash and they kissed. That was Della’s type he decided, about to finish his third glass of wine. A young woman walked along carrying a kid and the woman looked out and pointed, saying “Swan, swan” while the kid looked at the swan dumbly. That would be Daisy’s type whereas Della would say. “I’ll toss you in and you swim because I’ll not pull you out until you are half drowned.”
The babe had now pulled the guy’s hand on to her breast, still under her dress.
“Della, Della’s the one,” Mick breathed. “Yeah, she’d knock the imperfections out of him and he’d push her into easing out of her imperfections. He thought about what imperfections Daisy had and concluded none really, and shrugged. A guy’s cock came first.
After the fifth glass of wine to finish the bottle and about to leave the restaurant Mick thought of another difference between the two females and grinned, sending blood rushing to his loins. Dallas would come through the door and she’d yell, “God, you look aroused – let’s go somewhere and attend to that.” In contrast Daisy would enter and with a smile say, “Give me the keys darling, you are unsafe to get behind the wheel” and he’d say when they got home could they fuck and she’d click her tongue and say if he promised to keep awake she’d think about it.
Mick managed to get himself home safely and not imperil other road users – being a male he thought he could drink far more than one bottle of wine and so long as he kept awake was a safe driver.
Well, when the babes arrived home he would sit them down and call for volunteers to relocate with him. No, that might trigger a catfight. No, they might both say no. Oh hell, this was what guys meant when they referred to ‘woman trouble’ and sometime that was in the plural.
After two black coffees Mick knew where he stood. He’d take Della aside and ask him to go with her and if she said no that would be it because he wouldn’t want to shame Daisy into thinking she was second best. He couldn’t do that to Daisy – his mother absolutely adored her and wouldn’t want her to…his mother what?”
“Jesus,” Mick sighed. He knew he’d have to really scratch to remember when he’d last disagreed with his mom’s judgment. His brain whirled and told him that he’d ‘fudged’ in making his appraisal. He’d manipulated his thinking to allow his cock to dominate his brain.
“I’ll ask Daisy to go with me,” he said, and fell asleep.
Drunken laughter and some noisy unsuccessful attempts by the women before they managed to unlock the door and enter, one of them falling over and shrieks of laughter awoke Mick. They fell on to the bed beside him and after greetings and a few kisses they all fell asleep.
Mick awoke to find the women had brought in chairs and were sitting at the end of the bed looking at him seriously.
“Hi girls,” he said, feeling an erection coming on.
“Shut up and listen Mick,” Della said. “This is serious and if you don’t agree one of us will probably kill you. This problem has given us stress.”
Daisy said they had discussed the breakup with Mick soon going away.
“I have yet to decide absolutely whether I’ll leave.”
“Think of your future,” they chorused, obviously having practiced in the taxi home.
“We decided one of us should go with you, if only for a while,” Della said. “We thought you’d be out of practice in asking for a date.”
Mick swallowed.
Daisy said, “We tried to be objective in comparing ourselves as much as we could from your point of view. That produced stress and a few eye-openers on both sides.”
“Daisy goes with you,” Della announced. “She won all but two categories, we agreeing I’m the more exciting one of us because I’m a bit of a risk-taker and also I and the more accomplished at fucking.”
Mick gulped, “I-I don’t know what to say.”
“Just say thank you girls would be lovely.”
“Quite right Daisy. Thank you girls, that was lovely of you to do it and I’m glad you are not unduly upset Della.”
“Well, Daisy thought a move would enhance her career whereas for me I thought the opposite so how can I be upset?”
“Quite, are you entirely happy about this Daisy?”
“Yes absolutely. You see although we both wanted to win the jackpot that we agree is you, we agreed we should not put undue emphasis on fucking. It was a matter of brains over pussy. We agreed to look at compatibility intelligently, knowing whoever stayed behind would soon find another jock to ride.”
Two days later Della moved out and after waving to Della in her car following the small relocation truck, Daisy turned to Mick and said, “Oh God, I have you all to myself. Fucking awesome!”
The End
Friendly Fantasy
At times it seems I had wanted her forever. The time we had spent together as lovers had been fantastic, once I’d gotten over my shyness and realized she really truly wanted to “experiment”. But I was stupid and fell in love with her and she fell in love with him. C’est la vie?
So they got married and I got to spend nights in frustration, just me and my favorite neon blue vibrating friend. Needless to say, I was pretty shocked when less then a year later, they came to me with their idea. A threesome, with what I considered to be two of the fucking sexiest people I’d ever met in my life? Who would say no? Who could possibly resist!?!
Well, evidently, me. Did I mention I was stupid? I hemmed and hawed and worried about the consequences, the implications and frankly, the idea that I was either going to ruin their marriage, or get my heart broken, again. I wasn’t a casual sex kind of person, it just wasn’t me. But they teased and taunted and flirted and I slowly went mad.
It really was inevitable, when you think about it. I mean, you can’t have that kind of sexual chemistry with someone, much less two people, that much sexual tension, and not act on it. As every good TV series tells you, SOMEDAY, that couple WILL kiss. In this case, that threesome was simply destiny. It was all about getting past my own stupid inhibitions.
So they knocked them over with a wrecking ball…
If my brain hadn’t been put on idle due to hormones, I might have noticed something was up that night. The baby was already in bed, and the lighting was scarce. Some action flick was on the DVD player, little plot, lots of eye candy. The drinks were flowing and I never bothered to notice I was doing most of the drinking. By now, I was almost “used” to the flirting and suggestive innuendos, although it was getting harder and harder to laugh them off. So I probably didn’t notice how much more implicit they were this evening. I definitely didn’t notice when I got sandwiched between the two of them on the couch. Ok, maybe I did, but maybe, between the booze and my own heightened desire, I really didn’t care. So when his hand ended up on my thigh, his fingers idly stroking, and the back of her hand began to slowly brush against my breast, I just kept drinking, my eyes glued to the TV, my brain moving in circles at a 150 mph and going nowhere. When his hand moved farther up my thigh, his fingers brushed against my neck, I stifled a moan, although I couldn’t help the shiver. When her lips brushed against my earlobe and cupped my breast, I drew in a deep, hard pant of air…
And shot off that couch like there was a firecracker in my back pocket..“Be right back, uh gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll uh, yah.”
Poof, I disappeared, darting into the bathroom, hearing her giggle. I shut the door and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Why me? I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t sexy, I wasn’t even remotely attractive. Sure I had a nice smile, pretty eyes and sense of humor, but who ever wanted to fuck someone for their eyes and sense of humor? Yet it sure as hell looked that way. My mind tried frantically to work, but my nipples were hard, my pussy was already wet, and frankly, the brain was no longer in control. ‘I can deal with this’ I thought. ‘Damn teases, I can control this’ I chanted to myself. Who the fuck was I kidding?
After about 10 minutes of pep talking to myself, I stepped back out, only to hear her call out, “We moved in here to watch TV.” I looked down the hall. The bedroom. Of fucking course.
Now keep in mind, if I really didn’t want this, I could leave. I could say it was late, I was tired, I needed sleep, whatever, and walk out the door, no harm, no foul, like I had so many nights before. But I didn’t. I knew what I was doing, in the back of my mind, when I walked down that hall. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to admit it to myself anytime soon.
So, I walked down the hall, and joined the pile on the bed, ending up with my head on his tummy, and hers on mine, watching the flickering blue light of The Tonight Show. As nothing happened I relaxed. As we idly talked and bullshitted, the tension left my body and the alcohol left me with a heavy, sensuous lazy feeling, that soon had me dozing. I felt movement, but it didn’t seem to affect me much and I drifted. Until I felt the cool air blowing across my chest and my eyes popped open.
“What the fuck?” were the immediate words out of my mouth, followed by “what the hell is going on?” Did I mention I was pretty stupid? Because frankly, with my wrists tied to the headboard, my pants off and my t shirt up around my neck, if I didn’t know what was going on, well I had to be pretty drunk. She just grinned at me and quietly told me to shut the hell up, it was time I got what I wanted. I struggled briefly, trying to ignore the flare up arousal that being tied always gave me. I mean, I knew I was kinky, but her? I’d never thought of her as kinky, but fuck, was she out to prove me wrong. He sat on the other side of the bed, as naked as she was and I admit, I looked my fill of them both.
My nipples tightened up again, seeing her sexy full breasts, his hard cock in the dim light and I bit my lower lip, letting out a stifled moan. She laughed and reached over to pinch a nipple, while he lowered his head to take the other one into his mouth, providing an instant jolt of sexual arousal to shoot through my body. If at anytime I had thoughts of getting out of it, in that moment, when they actually touched me, I was gone. I was theirs, and nothing was going to change that now, not even me.
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We had joked and laughed about my being their sex slave, tied to their bed for their whims. I had loved the idea secretly, but had no idea.. well you know how it is. You never think someone can be as dirty as you are. Ok, maybe YOU do, but I don’t. It looked like I was going to get my wish.. I arched my back as she bent over, both of them now sucking and licking and kissing my nipples, their hands caressing over my body, stroking my thighs, gently pulling them apart. I let out a gasp as one, then the other bit my sensitive nips, my back arching again and shuddering from the arousal of the slight pain. Fingers began stroking my inner thighs, I couldn’t keep track of whose fingers were where, only that they felt so good.
He moved to begin licking and kissing both my breasts, tugging and squeezing them as she moved to kiss me, deep, langorous kisses that melted me. She sucked and bit at my tongue, while he nipped and suckled my tits and I was in fucking heaven. I tugged on my restraints, but I was tied good, and as frustrating as it now was, when I most wanted to touch, damn it felt good to feel helpless, at their mercy. My legs spread of their own volition now, my body on fire, eager and willing. I felt his fingers slide inside my moist lips, blushing as he moaned..
“My god, she’s so fucking wet” he growled. I moaned and pushed my hips against his fingers, shamelessly wanting more. She lifted her head to laugh softly. “Told you she was a hot bitch.” She turned to me, and stroked my cheek, smiling..“Aren’t you, baby? Are you our hot bitch now?” I moaned and nodded, my eyes begging her for more of her kisses, more of his touches, just more. I felt him shift, his mouth back on my breast, his fingers still playing with my pussy, then pulling out to tease and tug on my clit. He moved his hips forward and I could feel the tip of his shaft against my lips. I moaned frantically, grinding my hips forward, and she reached to ruthlessly pinch one of my nipples..
“Shhhh, baby, you’ll get it.. you’ll get it all, just like we like it, like you need it. I told you we wanted you, but you wouldn’t believe me. Now I guess you know for sure don’t you..” I closed my eyes, almost wanting to cry for all the wasted nights, when I could have had this, been this, felt this. She shifted again, and next thing I knew, she was swinging her leg over my head and straddling my face, presenting me with the intoxicating sight of her pussy, glistening with excitement. I eagerly lapped up, flicking her lips with my tongue and she moaned softly. “Yes, such a good girl” She moaned and lowered herself onto my face, allowing me to lick and suck and nibble against her pussy, finding her clit with my tongue, flicking it and sucking eagerly on her juices. Then at the same time, I felt him grip my hips and slide his cock inside my waiting cunt.
Oh fuck, the feeling was indescribable. My two best friends, fucking me, using me in the very best, most erotic and arousing way to be used, and wanting it, needing it desperately, knowing that now that I’d gone this far, I’d never hesitate again. His cock, full and hard and thrusting inside me, filling me up, over and over. Her pussy, sweet and juicy against my face as I licked and sucked and worshiped her as she ground against my face, both their moans music to my ears as they fucked me..
I writhed beneath them, my hips grinding and bucking against his thrusting cock, squeezing my pussy tight around his length, feeling him so hot and hard inside. My tongue licking and flicking frantically against her, first her clit, then thrusting into her pussy, coaxing her juices into my mouth. I felt her shudder and opened my mouth wide to receive the rush of juices as she came hard, grinding and jerking, moaning my name.. As she rolled off panting, turning to curl up against my side, I felt him grip my tits, really starting to pound me, the sight of his wife getting off on my tongue making him even harder inside my cunt. I grunted and pushed against him, licking my lips, tasting her on my lips, and he leaned down to kiss me, tasting her as well..I felt him shudder and growl then, his own orgasm triggering mine as I came, the whole sensation, the whole experience taking me to the ultimate sensation. As we lay panting together in the aftermath, curled up around the two of them, she grinned at me and said.. “So when do I get to tell you I told you so?”
The End
New Neighbours, New Love
I had only moved next door four months ago, but in an effort to fit in, I had hosted a get acquainted barbeque. Since the house I had bought came with both a heated full size pool and a hot tub, most of the guests either arrived in swim wear or had run home to change after we ate. The few reluctant ones had joked about how even the hot tub couldn’t make them swim in January, no matter how mild the Southwest might be. Mandy and her husband, Charlie, a short chubby bespectacled accountant, had silently sat off in a corner, each nursing a single glass of wine for hours.
They had left before the real fun had started. If I was worried about fitting in with the neighbours – a mature (some might say middle aged) single woman in a family enclave - my fears were misplaced. Even better, I quickly learned that more than a few of the straight looking Bible Belt types living on Zephyr Court had kinks compatible with my own.
Mandy and Charlie were not the first to leave – a few young marrieds with kids left early, amidst lots of jokes about who might do what to the babysitters - so it must have been about 11:00 o’clock or so that they politely thanked me for the invitation and plodded down the side path towards the street. Unlike livelier guests, neither gave me a hug or a peck on the cheek before turning away. Apparently this was normal behaviour for Mandy and Charlie, because they were still rounding the corner of the house when a gorgeous airline pilot from down the block named Brett, who like most guests, was wearing only a swim suit, said “Well, there go the prune suckers. Maybe now we can get this party started.”
The dozen or so guests left – mostly couples, but a few singles like me - all laughed knowingly. What happened next had dispelled my concerns about the moral majority policing the block parties. As soon a Brett slugged back his bourbon, still rattling the ice cubes, a lithe black fellow – I didn’t know his name then, but since learned he is Nat - a dancer by calling - leaned over, took Brett’s glass, slurped a cube of ice onto his mouth, and ran his cold tongue around Brett’s exposed nipple. Brett shivered, though the air was not cool, and ran his fingers through Nat’s hair.
Nat suddenly straightened up, though and looked over to Brett’s housemate, Casey, and said, “Sorry, love, am I presuming into your property?”
“No, Nat,” replied Casey, “no chains on Brett. He flies away so often, I just assume he’ll do whatever turns him on…and you seem to be doing that right now.”
My jaw might have dropped at the realization that Casey and Brett were lovers , not just roomies, but that did not prevent my eyes from grasping Casey’s innuendo and checking out the impressive throbbing bulge in Brett’s trunks. My image of Zephyr Court as staid was shattered further as Nat deftly slid a hand into Brett’s trunks and fell to his knees, right there beside my pool, in front of all my guests. In one smooth motion, he dropped his open jaw down over Brett’s erect cock without touching the shiny tight outer sheath of skin, locking his lips around the base. I still recall thinking how impressive a feat this was, as Brett had a cock which was not only long, but fat.
Gay sex though was not going to do me much good. The next thought that occurred to me was that this oral exhibitionism – Nat was proceeding to piston his head up and down, drawing back to almost release Brett, then plunging to swallow the shaft - might drive the hetros, especially the couples, away.
No worry – within a few beats, a cute older bleach blonde that I later placed as Jo, the house guest of my immediate neighbours, the Archers, slid up next to Casey and smoothed his curly red mop of hair, saying, “Since your boyfriend is busy, maybe you’d like some experienced female companionship, or are you strictly a man’s man?”
Casey shifted slightly, glancing down at Jo’s tiny white exposed breasts – she had been topless in the hot tub already, and without a word lowered his mouth to the aroused oversized reddish brown tip of her right tit. Jo’s hand trailed slowly down his body, caressing his cheek, his chin, and rubbing his shaved chest before dipping into his swim trunks. She extracted another fine looking cock. It was so full and juicy that I thought to myself ‘How nice that such a fine specimen isn’t wasted only on guys.’
My attention had been focussed on the ‘older woman’ scene briefly, and when I glanced around, always the good hostess checking on my guests, I saw that most of the others were watching Jo lower her mouth over the swollen head of Casey’s tool as well. A few however, were either staring, or warily peeking, at Nat massaging Brett’s heavy balls as Brett’s hips flexed up off his perch to drive his length to the back of his new lover’s throat in an increasingly intense tempo.
My contemplation of which cock looked like a better fit for either my hungry mouth or my aching pussy ended quickly with the realization that I likely could have both – perhaps even at the same time. I was starting to like my new neighbourhood. As that thought brought a grin to my face, I noticed that Neal, the newlywed from across the road, had slid his arm around his wife, Paula, and popped her tit out of her bikini top. These youngsters were barely in their twenties, a matched set of freckled redheads who looked like they should still be in high school. Her breast had the strength of youth, standing firm without support as her husband tweaked the nipple, alternately rubbing the flesh and then tugging the nub away from her body, a little harder and further with each repetition.
Paula seemed oblivious to her husband’s attention though, staring instead at the sexual exhibitionism occurring just a few feet from her. Her stare shifted from the tableau of Nat teabagging Brett over to Jo nibbling the tender tip of Casey’s cock. Without looking down, she acknowledged Neal by snaking her left hand into his trunks and extracting his cock. Unlike the other two on display, Neal was not overly endowed.
“Maybe she’s never seen one bigger than her husband’s – if he’s not careful, she’ll end up becoming a size queen and he’ll have to find new fuck buddies while his wife gets impregnated by some of the neighbourhood big boys,” a voice said into my left ear.
I turned my head, regretting even a moment not watching the orgy unfold. The sound belonged to Anna, the eighteen year old daughter of the couple that Jo was visiting. Anna was a classic blonde, who would have fit better on a beach in Florida or California then in the Bible Belt. Her generous young tits strained inside a bikini top which consisted of two triangles just larger than her nipples and a few strings. As I looked, I noticed that she had brushed her teeny thong aside and was quietly fingering her well shaved pubes. My jaw dropped even further at this, given that her parents were only a yard away. One look however showed me that they were also entranced by the poolside sex, so Anna’s masturbation was not bothering them.
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“Don’t look so shocked,” Anna continued. “Brett has serviced half the wives on the block. He would have been my first, except he was too busy being sucked of by Casey, so I used Casey’s cock like a big fleshy dildo to break my hymen. I was so wet that it hardly even hurt. A girl could not have asked for a better eighteenth birthday. I was so glad Mom had put me on the pill a few weeks beforehand. I wondered at the time, because the orgy was a surprise present. Overall I must have sucked or fucked about fifteen guys by the time I was done. The party continued the next day of course.”
Her hand – the one not in her pussy, brushed against her right nipple and then gently grazed my side, ending up cupping my left tit. “I also played games with just as many of the women,” Anna breathed into my ear. The combination of her casual sensuous touch and her warm words sent shivers through my spine. My pussy was already moist, but now it was dampening my bikini bottom. Sapphic loving was just one of my milder kinks, but it had been years since I had even dreamed of eating a fine young vixen like Anna Archer. I did not care that her youth was tarnished by her apparent lust for fucking. Well used or not, she would still have that sweet zest. Perhaps her experience would even enhance the thrill. I suddenly realized that my own right hand had dropped to my thigh and my finger tips were easing the fabric away to allow access to my soaked pussy.
So far, Brett’s bisexuality was still not demonstrated, but that was quickly accomplished when Janet, a plump thirtysomething divorcee who lived on the corner, stepped over to where Nat was still licking Brett’s mushroom like an ice cream cone. She gently nudged Nat aside and without a word, she straddled Brett’s hips, opening her mouth and raising his chin to meet her kiss with one hand as she used her other hand to shove the bottom of her swim suit aside, slipping her already moist gash right down on top of Brett’s lance in a single plunge. Though I was several yards away, I could easily hear the slurping noise as her labia enveloped his flesh.
“Oh, Gawwwd, it’s so long since I’ve had a live cock inside of me,” Janet groaned, linking her wrists behind Brett’s neck for leverage as she rode him roughly. As further confirmation that this was no ’nympho rapes gay guy’ moment, Brett leaned in for another kiss, and his hips were vigourously bouncing up off his seat to meet Janet’s thrusts.
My fingers were now knuckle deep in my own wetness. I was startled, but not totally surprised, when I felt Anna’s digit slip in beside mine. We playfully jousted around my clit as the blonde teen whispered, “Do you mind if I eat you before you get fucked? Sometimes, I like a cream pie, but I think I want to taste what your pussy is like without any seed in it.”
“You could just try some off that finger,” I heard myself say. Despite my love of sexual adventure, being so open and vocal in front of virtual strangers was a surprise for me.
“I want to feel the wetness all over my cheeks, just like when a guy comes so much that I can’t swallow it all, and it spills out of the corners. Or when a couple of them are doing a circle jerk and spurt spunk all over me.” Anna giggled. “Maybe, if you like that sort of thing too, I’ll invite the football team over and you can clean me up after.”
Visualizing images of watching a dozen or so burly ballers fucking and spurting all over Anna, and then me joining them to bathe her with tongues caused my vaginal walls to clamp tight around our playful fingers. As I sighed, a small wave of preorgasmic bliss pulsing through my body, I closed my eyes just for a moment. I felt Anna’s tongue flick against my earlobe, her warm breath entering my aural canal.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw that young Paula was on her knees, busily rolling her husband’s slim cockhead on her tongue, and then popping it into her cheek. She had shifted his position so that she could continue to watch Jo blowing Casey, and seemed to be mimicking the older woman’s movements. As we watched the tandem blowjobs, Anna whispered, “I bet Paula has no trouble deep throating Neal’s pencil dick, I wonder how she would do with a real cock.” She chuckled. “I bet we’ll find out tonight.”
I felt my abdomen clench down around Anna’s finger even harder thinking about the combinations which might play out. We did not have to wait. As Anna slid a second and then a third finger up my pussy, and I withdrew my own hand, Anna’s father, Oliver Archer, of all people, stepped behind Paula. He had been nude in the hot tub already, and now his manhood was growing to full engorgement. Beside me, I felt Anna shift closer, her nipple brushing my arm as she licked my neck.
“Doesn’t Daddy have a yummy looking cock?” Anna said, no longer whispering.
My shock still allowed me to notice that several other people turned to stare at her comment as well. Their attention quickly returned however to the sight she was describing, as Oliver, who incidentally was a judge, gave his massive weapon a single loving stroke, causing a bubble of precum to form on the tip. This seemed to be all the lubrication that young Paula’s newlywed pussy needed as he speared her from behind, entering her in a single plunge.
Paula grunted once at the force of the penetration, and Neal winced slightly as her teeth instinctively clamped done a bit too roughly around the base of his cock. Within seconds, however, Paula and Oliver had a smooth rhythm going, her head bobbing down each time he pushed her forward, and then she would rise up, licking Neal’s shaft as Oliver drew back.
I was half distracted by Anna openly caressing my nipples in front of my guests – most of whom were too busy watching Janet and Brett, or Jo and Casey, or Neal, Paula and Oliver. Still, I wondered about Neal’s total lack of reaction or hesitancy about Oliver casually stepping up and fucking his wife. Sure, Anna had alluded to prior neighbourhood sex orgies, but from her earlier comments, it had sounded like Paula was still a faithful spouse.
Anna’s mother, Francesca, was one of the half dozen or so remaining guests still observing. Francesca, I later learned, had been a foreign exchange student who had been impregnated by Oliver accidentally. They stayed married and raised Anna, outwardly remaining pillars of the community, but never pretending to each other that they were monogamous.
Not knowing that at the time of my party, I asked Anna, “How does your Mom feel about watching your Dad fucking Paula?”
Anna’s chuckle came right from her belly. She leaned over and licked a bead of perspiration off my left nipple before she replied. “Mom was the one who started the tradition of Zephyr Court orgies, I think. The only thing she might worry about is Dad not using a condom – Paula might be fertile, and goodness knows, Dad doesn’t shoot blanks - I’ve got three full siblings, and at least as many little bastard half brothers that Dad has to support. Good thing Mom’s family was loaded to start with, and her jewellery importing makes a ton of money. Still, money might not satisfy Neal if he ends up raising a kid that isn’t his. The upside though is that Mom and Neal might get to share Paula’s cream pie.”
A glance confirmed that the blonde teen’s pink tongue was unconsciously wetting her lips at the mental image of her Mom and the neighbour, not much older than herself, eating pussy together.
“I thought you had suggested that perhaps Paula had never had a real cock.” I giggled girlishly, recognizing how I had written off Neal’s pencil dick.
“She never has been with anyone else,” Anna said, still rubbing my breasts and, like me, watching the sex, as she spoke. “Because we are close in age, we’ve talked about sex a lot. I mean a lot. Poor girl, her parents sent her off to an all girls’ boarding school in the Swiss Alps. It was so isolated. No horny Germans or lusty Italians could scale the cliffs to ravish the virgins. Neal popped her virginity in a sleeper on a train the summer she graduated, and they never looked back.”
“They haven’t partied with the neighbours before?” I asked.
My hand now stroked Anna’s leg. She touched my chin, turned my head and kissed my lips lightly, then spoke again.
“They just moved in a few months ago, so have only been to a couple of parties around Christmas. Because a lot of the uptight types had to be invited, the fun was later, and there was less time to involve them. But Janet did drink champagne out of Paula’s pussy New Year’s Eve.”
“Where was Neal at the time?”
“Fucking my Mom, in a double ender with Casey, who got her mouth.” Anna chuckled, unleashing that belly laugh again, while I glanced over to admire Casey’s cock as it banged deep into Jo’s wet pussy. “Mom did say afterwards that there would have been room in her gash for Oliver, or Nat, or both, beside Neal. She could barely feel the poor guy.”
“Well, at least he’s not too big for anal sex,” I responded, automatically finding a bright side, though as I think back now; I realize I was instinctively probing Anna’s boundaries. Of course, I was doing so physically as well, my hand travelling up her thigh and curling inside, easing her legs apart, teasing the edge of her bikini bottom away from her warm flesh. I felt the shivers now running through her body in counterpoint with mine.
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“You might be right,” Anna said, panting for breath between words. “I’ve only tried anal once, and it hurt too much. Maybe I should try Neal on for size.”
“I bet if you had him to start, you could stretch out and enjoy larger ones too.” I turned to better enjoy her grin, and this time, I was the one who kissed her. Our mouths opened slightly, but only the tips of our tongues crossed the other’s lips. The public aspect of this most gentle mutual seduction made it very odd, but in a way that just increased my eagerness. I reminded myself to go slow, to let Anna think she was the seducer. “Who got your anal cherry?” I asked as we turned back to watch the orgy unfold.
“Oliver, of course. He always likes to get the fresh meat first, and because he’s a big shot, most of the other guys allow him to. Sort of like my Mom and the women, except Ollie is a lot more aggressive about it.”
I focussed then on checking out Oliver’s tool, as it sounded like he was my competition to fuck Anna, if no one else noticed my willingness before he recovered from fucking Paula. Only then did my brain catch up to my hormones, reminding me that although this youngster had called him by name, her defiler was really her Dad.
This froze me right then, my thumb poised just between Anna’s outer lips, as I had been about to use it to spread one side open, my baby finger ready to stretch her enough to probe her depths. It was like everything happening around me was in another dimension. Incest just did not seem real. I loved erotica, but had never understood the appeal of those fantasies.
The furthest I had ever gone in role playing was babysitter, or schoolgirl, and one memorable afternoon dressed in my old girl scout uniform ‘selling cookies’ to a neighbour. I had never uttered the word ‘Daddy’ sexually. Now this potential new lover was casually confessing to not only fucking her father, but that he had taken her anal virginity. Perhaps the awakening I was receiving was not that staid looking Zephyr Court was secretly kinky like me. Maybe I was too straight for this estate.
Anna laughed, and then poked her tongue across my nipple. She lifted a hand again to my jaw, and looked me right in the eye. I saw her grin and the twinkle in her deep blue irises. “I’m just kidding, silly, it wasn’t my Dad who first plunged his prick into my poop chute, it was really Neal. I just didn’t want to tell you that after you guessed that his teeny weenie was just right after all. So, relax.”
My response was a heartfelt sigh, as Anna lowered her head and for the first time, drew my nipple into her mouth. As I enjoyed Sapphic love for the first time in years, I noticed Francesca staring at me. I met her gaze and pointedly looked over to where her husband was now pumping Paula so hard that he was using her pillowy breasts as handles. Paula was fisting the base of Casey’s rock hard shaft, as she struggled to keep the tip in her teeth despite Oliver’s efforts. Francesca slowly turned to look at that tableau as well.
I caressed Anna’s bleached mane, and slowly grasped a handful between my fingers. I tenderly tugged her off of my tit. Once she was looking up at me, I spoke; making sure my voice was loud enough that Francesca would have to hear about her daughter’s sluttiness. “So Neal’s cock in your ass hurt?”
Anna rewarded me with a strong bark of laughter, which made her youthful boobs jiggle enough to brush our nipples against each other. The internal muscular contractions also made her vagina convulse, sucking one of my fingers inside of her without further ado.
“Only the initial shock of it. Nothing Mom had taught me with bananas or toys had really prepared me for the shock of even mini meat pushing past my puckered rosette. Once we got going though, it was wonderful. You are absolutely right. Neal was perfect for my introduction to anal. Though now I’ve even tired of him for that. Like you said, I learned to take bigger meat there since.”
“So you lied about only trying it once too?”
Anna did not answer immediately, because her mouth was full. I sighed and leaned back, almost falling over. I had forgotten I was perched on a railing by my pool. While I enjoyed the interplay of tongue, lips and teeth teasing my nub, I looked back across to see how Francesca was reacting to my seduction of her daughter, and our own little game of ’truth or dare’.
At least she was not glaring daggers at me. Her attention was split between my activities and her husband, who was now grunting and groaning while slapping Paula’s ass. The way Oliver’s buttocks were clenching, I suspect that he was near climax. Francesca confirmed that she was not the uptight wife or mother type her earlier stares might have suggested. More consistent with Anna’s reports, the tall European beauty had begun massaging her own breast, and her other arm was stroking her tanned belly.
When Francesca’s attention turned back in my direction, I tried a tentative smile, and she responded in kind. Her grin broadened as I caressed Anna’s thighs, easing my new lover’s legs open so that my fingers had room to work.
Anna sighed in turn, pausing for air. “I’m a huge liar. I guess that’s why a never keep a boyfriend. Though that may be because I’m a slut. Not that I care. Like, clearly, I don’t need to tell you the truth just to seduce you, so why bother?”
She chuckled and bit down on the very tip of my nipple, her eyes looking upwards. I winced and shuddered.
“Everybody lies,” Anna continued. “Like, I bet if I asked, you would never have admitted that you get pleasure from pain, but your body just gave you away.”
Francesca was clearly listening, because she chuckled, a few octaves higher than Anna, and stepping closer said, “I think she’s got you there, Robin. Actually, I see she has you in a couple of ways, and might have more of you. Lucky girl. I wish I had gotten over to you first. Just the androgyny of your name is so intriguing. I have been wondering ever since you arrived what sort of girl grows up constantly being mistaken for a male.”
As the mother spoke, the daughter’s tongue trailed between my breasts, and down my dewy tummy. I was really having trouble keeping my balance now. I removed my fingers reluctantly from her snatch. I slowly licked the sweet honey off my hand, savouring the essence of youth. No matter how sexually active, young women have a unique flavour. By then, Anna was rimming my navel. I gently tugged on Anna’s shoulders, pushing her back. I planned to simply slide over onto a nearby lounge chair.
Anna had been concentrating so hard on licking her way to my treasure that she staggered back, startled. Her barely bikini covered butt slammed back into Oliver. Anna went spinning into her Mother’s arms, but poor Paula got smashed between Oliver and Casey. Oliver popped out of her pussy, a torrent of gism spurting out onto her lower back. Casey yelped loudly, no doubt because Paula’s teeth closed hard on his root. She spit him out as she gasped for air and his spunk also was airborne, splattering her face and hair, with a few final gobs of goo pulsing out of his slit and coating his mushroom head.
Despite Anna’s earlier remarks against incest, I thought I saw a trace of tongue dart from Mother to daughter as they hugged and kissed while embracing. It happened so fast, however, that I could not be sure. One second, Anna was staggering into Francesca’s grasp, the next, their eyes locked; they nodded in harmony, and spun over the threesome beside the hot tub.
It was not the daughter, though, who moved to clean her father’s cock. Francesca fell to her knees and lowered her elegant face down to worship her husband’s well used weapon, beginning at the dripping tip. With one long lick, she travelled from pint to prostate, and then displayed true talent, wrapping each ball individually and slurping them one at a time into her cheek.
From the other side of the hot tub, poor neglected Nat cheered, “Wow, can I have a share of that?”
He skipped around the hot tub to where all the coming had gone on. I was breathless as I waited to see whether or not he would wrap his tongue around the judge’s cock, and if so, how Oliver might react. I slid over and relaxed on the lounge chair, and my fingers soon travelled down my tummy to caress my labia.
Instead, he joined Anna up where Casey’s cock dangled in front of Paula’s smiling face. Anna was busy swallowing Casey’s whole length, thus keeping it hard despite the ejaculation. Her tongue was obviously bathing the shaft, as the shape of the head was visible first in one cheek and then the other. As I watched this, my eyes flicking over to where Anna’s Mom was sucking Anna’s Dad clean a few inches from Anna’s bum, my clit was throbbing so hard that I just had to rub it, pushing aside my bikini, not caring which of my new neighbours might enjoy the display.
This left Nat to administer to Paula. He was so flamboyantly queer that I thought perhaps play with a girl might be uncomfortable for him. He did not hesitate a second though before his tongue began flicking bits of already drying goo off of Paula’s nose and chin. This still was pretty gay though, since it was Casey’s sex he tasted.
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Once Paula’s face was clean and Nat’s mouth was so full that his lips were dripping, I paused and watched, a fingertip waiting atop my clit, wondering if he was about to snowball, and if so, with whom. I noticed that Francesca had stopped sucking Oliver, whose cock had to be clean by then anyway, and was also watching. Even Anna released Casey’s reinflated tool from her jaw and smiled at Nat, who was after all only inches away from her, perhaps inviting or expecting a kiss.
If so, Anna was disappointed, because Nat stood swiftly with the grace of a ballet dancer, and his hip nudged Anna aside so that he could press his body tightly against Casey and return to Casey his own seed. To add insult to injury, Anna tumbled backwards, her butt slamming onto the deck in a thud. Looking around, I saw that Brett was interested in Nat and Casey’s activities – though with jealousy or lust, I could not tell. While my attention had been focussed on Anna and the surrounding events, Janet had apparently finished riding the pilot to orgasm, though she still was pressed tight to his body, her nipples rubbing his chest.
The deck lights shone, reflecting up off the rapidly drying pool of Oliver’s seed deposited on Paula’s back. I considered whether to boldly assert myself and clean it before it went to waste, but before I moved, a young man who thus far had been sitting nearby, watching, rose from his bench and took the couple of steps over to that spot. I barely knew him, just that his name was Mark, and his family had the house on the corner. He was hardly more than a boy – about Anna’s age. Since he had arrived in a college sweatshirt, with his parents, who gave him beer, I knew he must be older than he looked – eighteen anyway, if not 21. Somehow, I had assumed that he had left when his parents, an older couple, had departed early.
Mark had the stocky bulk of a wrestler. His sweatshirt had been removed at some point, likely to go into the hot tub, as his swim trunks were wet, but his hair was dry. Inside his trunks, I saw that he had a short but fat cock – the classic beer can. I grinned when instead of selfishly dropping his shorts and plunging that weapon into the nearest wet hole, he fell to his knees and began licking Paula clean.
Jo, left out of the tableau surrounding Casey, took her ‘just fucked look’ the few feet over to Brett and Janet, and eased the plump young woman off of the pilot’s lap, first placing her hands on Janet’s hips, but then rubbing upwards and palming those full tits, using them like handles. Brett’s wet prick fell out of Janet with a ‘plop’ as Jo turned the younger woman so that they could kiss.
The contrast of the lean older woman with the doughy young thing was inspiring. I was not the only person who felt that way, as I saw Brett’s shaft already refilling. As Jo held Janet’s chin, tongues entwining, he slowly began stroking his shaft back to fullness, his palm casually grazing the surface, the silky outer layer of skin glistening with the mix of his own cum and Janet’s juices.
My fingers flew faster, thrusting deep into my cavity, curled but together so they had a cock like girth. Meanwhile, I found my clit with my thumb, tossing it upwards with each stroke. Soon, my hips were bouncing off of the lounge, climax nearing. I contemplated whether I ought to demand that Brett fuck me with his mighty cock before I exploded.
With synchronicity, Brett gave his cock one more pump, as if priming it. “That’s it,” I heard Janet sigh.
“Too late,” I heard myself mutter out loud, as, despite having come already, a fresh burst of seed bubbled out of his slit. Waves of orgasm pulsed outward from my button, jangling my nerves, and then flowing sweetly in a surge of energy, infusing toes and fingertips.
Jo and Janet were now jousting over Brett’s offering, their respective mouths on either side of his mushroom, tongues twisting together hungrily as they lapped up every ounce of his ooze.
“I need a cock,” I groaned, my eyes roaming, like at a deli, wondering which meat was most filling – young Mark, or effeminate Nat, or Oliver, if I wanted to be a size queen. How would Anna or Francesca feel about feeding me Oliver’s cock by hand, I wondered. Then I realized that everyone had heard my moan, and all eyes were focussed on me. My hand was still frozen in my pussy, my thumb continuing to massage my clit.
I expected someone to offer to fuck me, or perhaps to ask whose cock I preferred. Perhaps that would have happened, except my back gate banged open, startling everyone.
“I want you perverts to know that I’ve called the cops,” Charlie said as he burst into the yard, Mandy trailing meekly behind him.
I quickly noted that they both were staring at Oliver’s huge endowment. Charlie looked disgusted, but I mentally filed away that Mandy’s tongue flicked across her wet lower lip, usually a tell tale of lust.
“I bet the police would love to arrest a judge,” Charlie growled.
Oliver just laughed. “Every cop on the force has loaned me their handcuffs to play with on more than one occasion. I especially love the female officers.”
“Do you fuck them with their nightsticks, Daddy?” Anna asked.
Francesca supported her husband by stepping over to him, wrapping one arm around his waist and stroking his tool with the free hand. “Do you like what you see, Mandy?” she teased. “I bet poor Charlie is jealous.”
“What?” Charlie blustered, turning to face his blushing wife. “She’s never seen my …my…penis…”
Anna laughed first, that belly rolling boyish burst of joy so out of synch with her looks. Instantly, the mirth spread to her parents, and then the dam broke, with Mandy joining in as the cue for the rest of us to laugh at Charlie.
“Gee, Charlie, you just confirmed what Mom guessed. Poor Mandy, stuck with a tiny prick husband.”
Anna’s voice trailed off though, as she looked at Neal’s embarrassment. “Sorry, Neal, but it’s not the same - you at least use your talents for good, not evil, and allow Paula to play with more powerful pricks, so everybody is happy. Poor Mandy always looks in need of a good fuck.”
Francesca helped her daughter. “What Anna means to say is that poor Mandy is married to a husband who is a prick, Neal. You are more than the measure of your meat. Charlie is just a dickhead.”
The balding object of the scorn was fuming now. He grabbed Mandy’s arm and started hauling her back out the gate. She hesitated and turned to speak to the gang. “I’m sorry. I thought he was just going to complain about the noise. I just came along to try to avoid him getting into trouble…”
We barely heard the last word as she was dragged out the gate.
If fear of cops was laughable, noise complaints were not. Truth be told, we all had to live on this block, and it was a quiet neighbourhood, as the realtor had assured me. So, the gang did not resume banging. I did not get stuffed by a nice juicy cock that night – not Oliver’s fat one, not even Neal’s tiny treat. The next morning, I did not awake entwined with any of the sexy Sapphos after a night of passionate sixty-nine.
It was a bit like being at a buffet, then only having time for the salad bar, when what you wanted was a feast, followed by seconds.
There were a few adventures in the months that followed, now that my naughty neighbours knew I was no prude. Mandy and Charlie however kept their distance. If he saw me while he was out walking his poodle, he crossed the street. Mandy was civil at the market, but had never asked to borrow a cup of sugar, let alone my favourite vibrator.
Unlike Mandy, Anna had kept in constant contact with me, even though she had returned to college a few days after my house warming party. We emailed, chatted online, web cammed, and phone sexed. The question of whether I was bisexual or just bi curious had been dealt with quickly.
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“Totally bi, totally curious,” I told her during our first online chat, which of course ended with us both orgasming, and drifting off to sleep without signing off. In the morning, we had just resumed where we had left off. This relationship with a nubile blonde half my age was intense, yet casual – we both saw diverse lovers, and had friends and dates, in our real lives. All that activity gave us lots to share, to laugh about, and to titillate the other with. We never pretended we had a future, though we had looked forward to consummating our lust in person.
“Spring Break” became our nightly signoff, our mantra. The plan changed weekly, or at times, daily. Fort Lauderdale. Cancun. New Orleans. Aruba. But then Anna fell in love. Horst was a Swiss finance major, son of a wealthy banker. When he invited her to Europe for the week, she had to go, and of course, there was no way I could go with her.
The relationship with Horst failed within minutes after Anna got off the plane in Paris, but she had an unchangeable return. That night, she emailed: “I never imagined that Horst could be such a mummy’s boy – and not even in the ‘fucking his mom’ way, you pervert [she put a giggly icon there] – just totally fawning and sissy. And the old witch treated me like a whore after their fucking money…as if…”
Anna recovered quickly, partying away the rest of the winter term, but still maintaining great grades, so Oliver and Francesca were pleased. Both parents visited Anna regularly, but I was never able to find time. Anna and I continued to play regularly, and the tension built until I thought I was going to explode – no amount of fucking both genders, no matter how mind-blowing the long distance climaxes we shared – I had to see, and to have, Anna.
“Was it a guy or a gal?” Anna had laughed. I could have pictured it after the party, it was the same belly roar, but we were on webcam at the time. I had the pleasure of seeing her bountiful boobs jiggling live online. Anticipating her attire for these sessions was always a thrill. It varied from gym clothes to halters to oversized sleep T’s to comfy flannel jammies. On the rare occasions when she signed on nude, I would instantly wonder whether her room was empty, or if she had just finished a sweaty session of rolling in the sheets. Or sharing a shower. Or banging up against the inside of the door, her orgasmic groans alternating with loud thumps, to the joyful entertainment of her dorm mates. Anna was up for almost anything when it came to sex.
“Both actually,” Anna confessed. “It’s a couple, primarily. The TA - that’s teaching assistant - for my biology class is a grad student named Vince. I wrote him off as scruffy and musty smelling until one class, his girlfriend showed up. Valerie, what can I say about Valerie? She dresses frumpy, but I could tell right off she had a dynamite body, and even without makeup, she glowed. She smelled like a spring meadow. I just had to find out what she tasted like.”
At that point, Anna had giggled, like the girl she still was in so many ways. One hand was below the camera level. I thought I could guess where it was, and moved my own free hand to my panties in empathy.
“It turns out organic beer is not only tasty, but it is a potent panty remover too,” Anna explained further, “particularly once they both realized that I wanted to have Vince as well as Val, so it wasn’t really like she would be cheating.”
I wondered at that point whether Anna’s popping nipples were the result of seeing my shoulder bounce in time with my hand motions, or of her own clitoral stimulation. Then I decided that I was thinking too much, leaned back, masturbated, and listened dreamily.
“They had never done a threesome before,” Anna sighed, her voice drifting off as she entered her own private place, “well, at least not with another woman. Later, Val did confess that the prof. sort of forced her to go down on him before agreeing that Vince could have the job. Val did it, but insisted that Vince be there. When the prof. was about to come, she looked over and saw that Vince was hard. She paused, grasped the root of the cock filling her mouth, so it would not explode, and spit it out long enough to tell Vince to take his rod out of his pants and stroke it for her. Of course, he was glad for the relief.”
“Was it really a threesome, if she just sucked one cock, and the other guy just jerked off,” I asked, my thumb busily bouncing my love button.
“Well, there was more. Once the prof. pumped his goo, she held the last of it in her mouth and kissed Vince. He didn’t pull away like she expected. Instead, his tongue explored inside her mouth, licking up the stray bits. She decided spontaneously to ask Vince to suck the prof. too, just to see how they would react – and maybe to reclaim control.”
This made me flash back to my party, and the hunger which watching man on man sex had provoked in Anna. Though I was more open minded than most women, this was no huge turn on for me, but I could tell she wanted to talk about it.
“Did he do it?” I asked dutifully.
“After Val promised to suck him at the same time.” Her jaw was hanging open as a tiny bubble of drool formed on her lower lip, her eyes half closed. In the fish eye of the webcam, her t-shirt covered boobs looked like twin ice cream mounds topped by ripe cherries.
“I’m still not sure that was really a threesome, if no one got fucked. Was the old prof. even able to get it up quickly enough to blow another load into Vince’s throat?”
“Well, he actually isn’t that much older than a grad student. He just got tenure last year. Rumour has it, he got let go from several schools for fucking faculty wives.”
“Not faculty husbands?”
“Oh, even though he let Vince suck his dick, he never fucked him. Val’s pussy was enough for both of them, literally. She told me that they double entered her. So, yeah, it definitely was a threesome.”
Images flashed rapidly through my brain, even as the electrical sparks of climax burst among them. I just had to ask. “Did she say how they did that?”
Anna barked out a laugh, her keyboard hand flipping up, caressing her left breast, squeezing the flesh and then pulling at the nipple. Without thinking about it, I found myself copying her movements.
“Why, haven’t you ever tried it?” she teased. “I bet you’d love it. Val had Vince lie down on the couch. Then she straddled him and slowly lowered herself over his cock, which not only had revived, but was standing straight up like a tent pole.”
“Did the prof. at least fluff Vince for her?” I sighed, slipping away for a moment into ecstasy. My loins clenched and I felt faint. I closed my eyes as fireworks sparkled inside my eyelids.
As my brain cleared, I heard Anna say, “Vince didn’t need fluffing. Val told me swallowing the load into his throat left Vince solid like a rock.”
“What about the prof.?”
“He seemed to like Vince’s blowjob, even though Val thinks Vince was new to the task, he must have been a gifted amateur. Still, it took a bit for the prof. to get hard again. Guys aren’t like us. They can’t just keep right on coming.”
“So, what did they do about that?” I managed to sigh, while still struggling to catch my breath.
“Val danced,” Anna laughed. “At that point, she still had her clothes on - remember, this started just as a blowjob - the prof. had loosened the top of her dress and played with her tits a while to get hard the first time, but she did a nice old fashioned strip tease for him, ending by rubbing his resurgent member between her tits. Like I figured that first time I met her, that girl has fine cleavage, no matter how she hides it. He was hard in no time.”
“So where did he fit in the double entry?”
“After Val got nicely settled on Vince’s pole, she felt the prof trying to push the tip of his cock against her asshole, but even nature girls don’t always want the dirt road, so she reached behind herself, leaned forward, kissed Vince and at the same time steered the prof’s cock into her pussy. She told me that she never felt so full, and the feeling of the two cocks sliding against each other while they stretched her walls drove her to orgasms bigger than she had ever experienced.”
“Wow,” I tried to say, but Anna’s snicker confirmed that it just came out as a moan.
It wasn’t just post orgasm blues that made me slump in my chair. I forgot that Anna could see my face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
My afterglow was fading fast. “But it’s you that I want. I’ve screwed almost every guy on the block, plus guys at work, guys from bars, and guys from the gym. Alone, in pairs, and even with their wives. None of that makes me want you less. It all just makes me hungrier to taste you, to suck your nipples, to suck on your clit, to put a finger up your ass, to ride you with my strap on.”
“Here I was, thinking it would be me, riding you, your strap on sticking straight up, me as the cowgirl,” she joked.
“Each in turn, my dear,” I replied.
This pushed Anna once more towards climax, as I could tell on the webcam that one hand was furiously rubbing her pussy, and see for myself her other hand massage her full breast. As I rolled through my list, her fingers pulled her nipple further and further away from the mound, and her groans became grunts. At last, she exploded, collapsing in her chair.
“I’ll see you on the weekend…how about planning a barbeque?” she sighed, just before signing off.
The End
Games Wives Play
My name is John, I’m slim, 36, nice body, and I have a thing for married women, especially the ones who act all prim and proper and underneath their pretty, plain clothes, they wear the Victoria’s Secret lacy, sexy, underwear…The yummy mummy’s who are closet porn stars and sluts.
Jackie was a wife of my colleague. She was a gorgeous 45 year old, with a pretty smile, long brunette hair, and a pair of legs and firm tits that would make any man’s cock hard, including mine. Now I just had to find a way to get that inside her sweet, wet, married pussy…But my chance came sooner that I had expected.
One night Dave called me up and asked if I’d like to come over and have a drink with him and Jackie. Of course I said, thinking more of her than him. And within the hour, I was sat in their living room, laughing and joking with them, whilst my eyes kept straying over the tight, firm body of his gorgeous wife.
She noticed me watching her over the rim of her glass, and she smiled, and stretched her arms out, and yawned, so that her tits were pressed tight against her blouse.
Dave did not notice me watching his wife, and he continued to talk happily, about work, home and how perfect his beautiful wife was. His wife who I was mentally undressing and fantasising about.
“Anybody want another drink”, Jackie said, and looked over at me, before getting up and walking slowly into the kitchen, her ass and hips swaying sexily under her above the knee skirt. I licked my lips, made an apology to Dave and said to Jackie, “I’ll come and help you.”
Dave went over to put a CD in the machine as I left the room and followed Jackie, her perfume filling my head with its alluring scent. I watched her as she bent over and got something from the drawer, my eyes straying over her ass, and she turned to me as she straightened and said, “I know you want me, don’t you?”
I looked at her and said, “Yes, I want to fuck you”
“Oh you do, do you?” she replied and laughed. Not a sarcastic laugh, but a teasing laugh.
The sexual tension was beginning to rise and I could feel my cock get hard under my pants. As Jackie walked over to the sink her hand strayed across the front of them and she smiled at me and she felt my stiffness. “Is that because of me?”, she teased, and I kissed her hard then, pushing her against the kitchen door. My hands went up under her skirt and I found the waistband of her tiny panties, pulling them down, so the black, lacy string was down to her knees.
She gasped and I spun her round, my head pounding as the blood rushed to my hard cock. Not caring if Dave was in the other room, I whispered to Jackie to lift up her skirt and she obliged, her perfect round ass beckoning me above her black stocking tops.
I opened her cheeks and licked her little rose bud, making her gasp before my face was buried between her legs, licking at her swollen pussy lips, trying to suck those pink petals into my mouth. My tongue found her opening and I slide the tip inside, tasting her juices.
“Stop” she gasped and pushed me away, and pulled her skirt back down again to make herself look respectable. As I got up, her face was flushed and she went to get a glass of water to calm down again.
I picked her tiny panties up off the floor and put them to my nose so I could inhale her scent, before putting them in pocket. I could see her nipples hard under her blouse, and she left the room quickly, before I heard her footsteps on the stairs, and a door closing. I checked the other room and saw Dave watching sport on TV, the music playing from the speakers, and I began to make my way upstairs to finish what I had started.
Jackie was in the bedroom and I opened to door to find her stood up in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection as I walked towards her. My hands went over her tits and I began to unbutton her blouse, the lacy edges of her bra becoming exposed as hands tugged it open at the front.
She turned, her gorgeous tits hard, and my mouth found her nipples, licking them one at a time, my teeth tugging on them, as she held my head in her hands.
Jackie reached behind her and began to unfasten her skirt, her tits now exposed and the thin strip of her dark pussy hair showing. She came over, and caressed my cock through my pants, unzipping them and pulling my stiff dick out before sucking it and licking under the shaft.
Jackie lay down on the bed and I went down on her, not caring if Dave was downstairs, his wife in the bedroom having her pussy eaten.
She held my head as I licked and sucked her moist lips, my tongue tasting her honey and my cock was now ready to enter her. I looked into her eyes as my cock pushed open her married pussy and she gasped as I slid straight in, then our, until the tip almost popped out, before sliding in again with long, hard, slow strokes.
She turned me over and began to ride me, her gorgeous tits bouncing slightly and she leaned forward, her nipples in my mouth as her pussy worked its magic around my throbbing prick.
She told me between gasps that she enjoyed it from behind and I enter her on our knees, holding onto her hips and let her work her pussy on my slick cock.
I could feel my balls begin to tighten and Jackie could sense it too as her movements increased, fucking me back. I told her to get on her back again and put her legs on my shoulder as my wet cock slid inside her pussy like a knife through butter.
“Dave doesn’t fuck me like this” she said, and I pumped her harder, my tongue inside her mouth to stifle her cries.
“I’m gonna cum” she cried and I prayed Dave would not hear, but I continued fucking his wife as her pussy contracted on my cock. “OH GOD”, she shuddered, as her pussy creamed on my dick, and this brought me over the edge, as I pulled my dick out and hot, creamy spunk pumped out on her pussy, her tummy and stockings, my orgasm sending fireworks exploding in my mind from the hot, kinky sex I had just experienced.
“That was the best fucking I ever had”, Jackie said, and I kissed her on the lips, long, slow, hard, her breath still panting, and she touched the spunk on her tummy and put her finger in her mouth, before licking it off…
The End
A Weekend at the Cabin
We had invited our friends Gary and Denise, and their friends, Gregg and Nichole, up to our cabin one weekend. I was standing near the sink washing the plates while my husband Scott, Gary, Denise, and Nichole were chatting in the next room, after the great meal I served them.
Suddenly I heard a voice asking, “May I help you?” and when I turned I saw Gregg.
“Thanks Gregg, can you prepare coffee for everyone while I finish here?”
He agreed and came to take the cups in the draining board right in front of me and pressed against my back to catch the cups. I was a little shocked as I felt a huge bulge pressing against my bottom, so I turned to look at him and smiling he glanced at me saying, “Well Donna, definitely you have a great body, and I can only appreciate and thank for the sight you were giving?”
Immediately I realized that, due to the position I had washing dishes and the short skirt I was wearing, I was showing to anyone entering the room I was not wearing any panties. I felt astonished, as I was not intending to arouse anybody, I simply didn’t remember I was not wearing a thong as usual. In the meanwhile, Gregg was passing an arm around my waist, taking one of my firm breasts in his hand and beginning to roll the nipple between his fingers. I kept still from the shock, doubled by the discovery that my pussy was really appreciating what was happening. Then the second hand of Gregg’s plunged under my skirt, reached my clit and started to tease it. I couldn’t believe I was the one that was starting to moan and was stroking my buttocks over the bulge that was pressing me from behind. Suddenly I felt Gregg unzipping his jeans and a big bar penetrated me from behind.
My eyes widened and my mouth tried to catch a breath as his anaconda stretched my vagina to an incredible dimension, and I felt my knees weaken as I began to cum, rolling and scrambling while a finger was brutalizing my asshole. With a loud pop, Gregg pulled out his monster from under my skirt, and I fell on the wash-basin, gasping and waiting for Gregg to spray his load on my back. But a firm hand pressed on my back nailing me in position, while Gregg’s cock was started to break through my vulva again. In few strokes, my cervix was completely stretched and big tears were rolling down my cheeks, while a tremendous climax was growing inside me. With a final shove that sent my head slamming against a pot on the edge of the basin, Gregg began to erupt his cream deep in my belly and an entire lot of rainbows passed through my eyes while my body was shaking completely out of control.
My shaking tossed the pot on the floor with a hell of a clang, and Scott’s voice from the next room, “Donna, what’s happening there? Where’s our coffee?”
And me in answer, “No problem Honey, I’m just cumming!!!”
After coffee and some small talk, we split up into partners to begin a night of erotic sex. Gregg naturally grabbed me for his first partner of the evening; wanting to continue where he left off. When we got into the bedroom he took me in his arms and gave me very long kiss, his tongue darting in as deep as it could go. I returned it with the same vigor, and could feel his cock urging to be released as I pressed against him. My nipples were hard as stone and beginning to throb. My hands caressed his butt cheeks, as his were on mine. We broke apart from our kiss and he kissed my ears and neck. He slowly unhooked my top and lifted it gently off me. Cupping my breast in his hands, he caressed, kissed and traced them with his tongue. I pulled his head tightly to me, as he began to remove my skirt. He slowly slid them down as he moved his lips down my body and was soon kissing my clit.
He moved me slowly to the bed and placed a pillow beneath me, sat me down and lifted my legs to remove the skirt from my feet. He stood up and pressed his hard cock between my breasts, and had me press them together as he took a few strokes. I liked the feel of it and moved it up and down and around my nipples. He stepped back and I kissed the tip of it, as it was getting wet from his pre-cum. I took him deep into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue. All the time he was massaging my pussy, which was very wet by now. He laid me back and made sure the pillow was under my ass, and knelt down and started sucking my pussy and fondling me with his fingers. I climaxed almost immediately and he kept sucking and licking with his darting tongue in and out, stopping occasionally to take a breath while still working his fingers.
I caressed my breasts and pulled at my nipples. My hormones controlled me. His face was buried in my pussy, and as another climax built up, I pulled him even deeper. I moaned at him where to move his lips and tongue. Finally my hips trussed upwards and I pulled him even harder and deeper to me, as I sprayed cum down his throat and on his face. I fell back on the bed and he licked me a little more before climbing on top of me. I kissed some cum from his face and guided his loving cock into me. He penetrated me with his swollen cock, and the deeper it got the better it felt. I lifted up to his strokes, signaling I wanted more. As the tempo worked up, I rolled him over and got on top and started pumping him harder and faster. I was working into another strong orgasm as I felt him grow, and I anxiously waited for the shooting of his cum into me.
This was much better than the other times. He did not cum as fast and I was truly enjoying it, and I told myself that this was not going to be the last time I took this man to bed. He finally came with me at the same time. We pumped harder at each other until we finally collapsed. I laid on top of him, my pussy throbbing and contracting around his still hard cock, vibrating inside me. We kissed gently and teased each other with our lips and tongues, and caressed each others body. I was surprised to feel how hard he still was after several minutes of this. I finally lifted and rolled off him and laid my head on his chest. I played with his erection until we were ready to go again!
Oh, the feel of him hard against me was wonderful, and I could feel the pressure within me deepen. He snuggled me against him and his arms surrounded me and softly kneaded my breasts. I laid my head back against his shoulder and moaned softly.
“Is this what you wanted, Donna?” he whispered against my ear.
“Oh, yes!” I breathed.
I was lost in his touch. His hands caressed my breasts, gently pulling at my nipples making them harden and my breasts swelled underneath their sure handling. I gently pressed my hips back so that I was pressed firmly against his body, and with a gentle swaying motion teased him in return. It only heightened the effect we were having on each other, as we enjoyed the gentle caresses of our hands. I heard Gregg groan, and he turned me around and kissed me fiercely. I could feel his longing, desire and heat in that searing kiss. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and did battle with mine. Deeper the kiss became as I followed his lead and enjoyed the taste of him. Shivers seemed to run though both our bodies and our hands were not still, as our hands moved to feel every part we could touch. I moved my hands to his erection and slipped my hands around his cock. I felt him shudder as the contact made him nearly lose control.
“Oh damn that feels good!” Gregg moaned into my lips.
Our kisses turned to more erotic nips, as I slid my hands over him, enjoying the strength of his erection, running my fingers through the hair at the base, caressing his balls.
He removed my hands with a gentle, “Not yet.”
Gregg kissed me gently and slowly dropped to his knees. Curiosity filled my imagination. His hands reached around me and stroked my backside, exploring every curve and hallow. Kneading my skin, he sent shivers running through my spine. I moaned and leaned my hands on Gregg’s shoulders for support. As I closed my eyes, I felt his tongue slide to my groin and slip past my lips. Tasting me and licking me, his tongue slid over the sensitive nub and made me start shaking. I spread my legs apart so that he could move closer, locking my knees so that I wouldn’t fall. I leaned back on the bedroom wall to support myself, as I opened myself wider to him. He moved in, and I could feel his tongue reaching deep within me, tasting me, drinking me, stroking that nub that sent me over the edge. As the need built within me, he continued his stoking and probing with his tongue.
My hands tightened, as the tremors took over my body. Arching my groin against him, I felt his tongue licking and flicking the sensations higher. Gregg probed his tongue deep within me and I felt my body snap. Pleasure filled me, and I shook uncontrollably against him. Every nerve of my body sang a pure note of pleasure that left me spent. He held me as the tremors wracked my body, drinking his fill and slowly bringing me back down to earth. Gregg lowered me to the floor and cradled me, as my mind recovered from the pleasure he had given me. I looked into his eyes, my body spent, but my passion for him filled me. The joy he gave me had to be returned. Fairness and my heart demanded it of me. Gregg stood to help me up, and his erection lay there before me, still swollen, still wanting.
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