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Tracy and I hadn’t been out in a while, as our demanding work schedules tended to take their toll on our social life. Consequently we were both looking forward to our planned Friday-night outing. We just wanted to go somewhere different, with no plans and no structured activities, just having fun.

Tracy, my wife, is a hot and sensuous woman with long dark hair, large tits and a very sexy body, and on this night she looked great. After hitting a couple of “happy hour” spots, we had dinner and then decided to go to a new sports bar that we had heard was a pretty cool place. However, we were disappointed to find that there were only a handful of people there. Undaunted, we sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Tracy finished hers rather quickly, and we decided to order one more and then head home.

As I was about to pay the tab, a man sitting at the bar struck up a conversation with us. He was a large, rather good-looking black man, about six feet two and about two hundred pounds. He was watching a college basketball game, and he told us his nephew was the star of one of the teams that were playing. He offered to buy us a drink and we moved down next to him. He said his name was Frank, and that he’d been recently divorced. I got the impression that he was kind of lonely and looking for companionship.

He bought my wife two shooters and me a beer, and as we were about to leave he told us about a small, quiet bar he knew near the lake, and suggested stopping there for a nightcap on the way home.

I wasn’t really up for it, but Tracy wanted to do it, saying, “Oh, let’s go, honey, this is our night to have fun, remember?” So off we went.

We found the bar, ordered some drinks and went out on the deck to enjoy the warmth of the evening and listen to the waves. When we finished our drinks I said it was my turn to buy, and I headed for the bar. The bartender had gone to the storage room to get some supplies or something, and it took me ten minutes before I returned to the deck with the drinks.

As I approached my wife and our new friend, they seemed to get awfully quiet, but I assumed they were listening to the lake beating against the shore. As I gave them their drinks I had a funny feeling that something was wrong. Then I noticed that Tracy’s lipstick was a little smeared, and looking closely at Frank I could see a trace of lipstick on his mouth, I couldn’t believe it! My beautiful wife must have been kissing this black man, who we had only just met, while I was gone!

Tracy had never showed any interest in black men or fulfilling any fantasies with black men without me present, certainly not with a stranger. I started to think that I was mistaken, but it didn’t look that way. I was confused and upset, but also, for some weird reason, aroused. Then Tracy took off her jacket. Her large, full tits, encased in a tight, silvery satin blouse, were quite visible in the moonlight. She was braless, and her nipples were sticking straight out toward our black friend. He was obviously impressed with her tits; he stared right at them and smiled.

I looked at my wife, and she was giving him a sexy smile, as if to say, “How would you like to get your hands on these big titties?”

I didn’t know what to do. I finished my drink quickly, saying something about how late it was getting, but Tracy didn’t seem to hear. She nursed her drink and seemed to listen avidly to everything Frank said. They were having an animated conversation, leaving me out almost completely.

After a while I had to take a leak. I certainly wanting to leave my wife alone with this good-looking, rugged black man again, and seeing if anything would happen. I hurried off and relieved myself. Before returning to the deck I peeked quietly around the doorway, and my suspicions were confirmed. My wife was in the arms of this muscular black man, and they were locked in a torrid, passionate French kiss!

My cock hardened immediately as I watched them kissing long and deep. Frank had his hands on my wife’s ass and was getting a good feel. She had both arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to her as possible as their tongues played with each other. Frank was grinding his torso against her, his cock obviously rubbing against her midsection as they continued to kiss like long-lost lovers.

As I watched, he slipped a hand under her blouse and got a good feel of her tits, while his other hand continued to massage her ass. Tracy offered no resistance at all, but appeared to thoroughly enjoy his every move.

Finally they pulled apart, obviously not wanting to be discovered on my return. As I came out and approached them, Tracy was applying a coat of lipstick to her well-kissed lips, just as though nothing had happened.

Frank took out some cigarettes and offered one to my wife, which she accepted, although she seldom smokes and knows I don’t approve of it. As he lit her cigarette, she put her hands around his to steady them, and they looked at each other with obvious lust in their eyes. For some reason I looked down at the front of Frank’s jeans, and saw a huge bulge made by his aroused cock. I now knew why my wife was in no hurry to get out of here and that she was looking for a little extra fun tonight.

“Honey, let’s give Frank a ride to his car and head home,” Tracy said.

The three of us had taken our car from the first bar to this one, and now we drove back to where Frank had parked his car.

Tracy and I were in the front, Frank in the back. When we reached his car Frank was in the middle of a story, so Tracy told me to turn off the engine while he finished. I pretended that I was anxious to get home, and I hardly listened to the story, which seemed to go on and on.

Once he finished, Tracy told Frank what a great story it was and how much she loved it.

“You are such a fun person,” she told him. “I hope I see you again soon.”

Then she said, “Honey, I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to give Frank a kiss good night.”

She didn’t wait for my answer, but turned around and leaned into the back seat to kiss her new black friend. It wasn’t an ordinary kiss, any more than the one on the deck had been. I could see her tongue disappear into his mouth, and the kiss seemed to last forever. Then I became aware that Tracy’s right hand was between his legs, searching for his big cock. Her left hand was around his neck as they continued to French kiss hotly right in front of me. I was stunned, but again I was also inexplicably aroused. She was certainly looking for some extra fun tonight and I was just as much game as she was.

Now Frank’s hand went under my wife’s blouse and started feeling her mammoth tits, and I heard Tracy moaning with lust. She turned completely around now, kneeling up on the seat, and kissed him again. His other hand reached for her ass, and began kneading it through her tight jeans. It soon moved to her crotch, as her right hand rubbed over his swollen cock. What was supposed to be a goodnight kiss had escalated into a steamy scene. This was crazy, but neither of them seemed to mind at all about me being there, or about anything else.

“Oh god,” Tracy said breathlessly when they broke apart. “I’ve got to have more of this!”

And with that she hopped over the back of the seat and joined her smiling black stud, who grabbed her and kissed her again. I looked around to make sure there was nobody watching from outside, and when I turned back my wife had removed her blouse, proudly offering Frank full access to her tits.

His hands were all over them, tweaking her hard nipples. I heard a zipper open, and Tracy saying, “Lord, it’s even bigger than I thought!”

I took a look for myself, and saw Frank’s big black cock, which had to be at least ten or maybe even twelve inches long, and very thick. And then, without hesitation, my hot wife lowered her head and engulfed that huge dick in her mouth, sucking it like a seasoned whore.

Tracy gives good head, and has only gotten better and better lately, and Frank obviously loved what she was doing with her talented mouth and swirling tongue. I still felt dazed, but watching my wife avidly sucking this virtual stranger was undeniably erotic, and I had to admit that I was turned on by her slutty behavior.

I looked around again, and this time I saw two men in the shadows of the parking lot, watching my wife sucking cock in the back seat. They had their dicks out and were jerking themselves off as they stood there. I couldn’t hold out any more. I pulled out my own cock and played with it as I gazed at my wife’s head bobbing up and down, up and down on that big black pole.

Finally Tracy lifted her mouth from Frank’s cock.

“I want to come!” she gasped out. “Put a finger in my pussy and one in my ass, and shoot your come down my throat, you stud. God, I love your black cock, and I want your come in my mouth so I can taste it!”

Frank did just as she said, and in a minute my wife was screaming more loudly than I’d ever heard her as she exploded in an intense orgasm. As soon as she calmed down she took his cock back in her mouth and sucked it wildly until he erupted. She tried to swallow it all, but he had too much seed for her, and his huge cock kept pumping come into her mouth until it spilled out the sides. The whole scene was too much for me, and I shot my load all over the dashboard of our nearly new car.

When I looked again, the two voyeurs had evidently come as well, and were stuffing their spent cocks back in their pants. I began thinking that the heat that my wife was in, she would have blown the two of them also. I don’t think I ever told her that she had an audience.

Tracy began applying her lipstick again, while she and her lover whispered things I couldn’t hear to each other. Finally Frank kissed her one more time and got out of the car. Tracy got back in the front seat and waved goodbye to him as I drove off.

“My gosh, what a night!” she said, and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I could smell a mixture of booze, cigarette smoke, lipstick and come. Frank’s come on her breath.

“Frank wants me to go to a party with him Friday night,” she said then. “And I want to go as his date. Do you have any objections?”

I started to say no, but I had to be honest with her, and with myself. “Not if you tell me all about it afterwards,” I said. “And if you fuck my brains out as soon as you get home.”

“You’ve got a deal,” she said

And when we finally got home, Tracy fucked the shit out of me until dawn.

Three Horny Girls

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Shawn was the first to arrive at the resort. She wore a short, tight red skirt that revealed her slender, caramel legs and her perfectly shaped ass. Her ample breasts nearly poured out of her low cut, sleeveless white blouse. Her red pumps were nearly eight inches tall. She checked herself in and sat down in the lobby. She began to reminisce on the conversation she had had with her two best friends the weekend before. “I can’t wait to see you guys. I can’t believe it has been two years since we have seen each other,”she had remembered telling Lisa and Renae on the phone. The girls had each landed jobs in different states right after college graduation, and hadn’t seen each other since. They were really looking forward to their week together.

“Damn, I am twenty minutes early,” thought Shawn, “I can barely wait to see my girls.” Just then, a beautiful, chocolate complexioned young woman walked through the door of the lobby. “Shit, that’s Lisa,” thought Shawn, “When did she get so fine?” Lisa was wearing tight fitting black leather black pants and a spaghetti strapped black tank with black heels. Shawn jumped from her seat to greet her friend, but to her surprise, another young woman walked through to door. “Great,” she thought, “Renae has perfect timing.”

“She looks so hot in those white stretch jeans and that blue spandex top.” The girls greeted each other in the center of the lobby, hugged and headed to find their room. They had decided to share a room, they thought it would be cheaper and more fun to bunk together.

When they entered their room, they were delighted to find a large Jacuzzi and huge king sized bed waiting for them. They decided the first thing they would do would be trying out the beautiful Jacuzzi. “I’ve got an idea,” said Shawn. “Do you girls remember how we used to skinny dip in college? We could do that now for old times sake. How ’bout it?” Lisa and Renae agreed that it might be fun so they stripped off their clothes and hopped in the Jacuzzi.

“Can I tell the two of you something,” asked Renae. She couldn’t wait for an answer, so she made her comment before the girls could reply. “You both have the sexiest tits I have ever seen,” continued Renae. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of putting them in my mouth and teasing your nipples with my tongue.”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck both of you. I hope I haven’t offended you.” Lisa and Shawn were in shock. They had been feeling the same way about Renae and about each other. “Babygirl,” said Shawn, “the last thing I am is offended.”

“I have been wanting you and Lisa and I have been fantasizing about it.”

“Me too,” admitted Lisa. “So what’s next? We gonna fuck or what,” asked Renae.

Lisa sat on Renae’s lap facing her. She gently caressed both of Renae’s breasts and then took the swelling peeks into her mouth. Renae asked Shawn if she would come closer so that she could fondle her tits while Lisa was sucking on hers. “How about we take turns finger fucking each other,” said Shawn. “That’s a good idea,” agreed Lisa and Renae. The girls arranged themselves in a side-by-side position in the Jacuzzi so that they would have access to each others moistened, pulsating pussies. They started with one finger, then two, then three. “Oh this shit feels so good,” thought each of the girls as they fingered each other to an overwhelming orgasm. As their bodies begin to recover, they looked at each other and smiled. “That was fucking fantastic,” Lisa declared in a breathy voice. “I’m ready for more.”

The girls decided to head towards the bed so that they could have a little more fun. Renae lay on her back on the bed. Lisa and Shawn positioned themselves on top of Renae so that each girl would have a cunt to eat. Lisa was straddling Renae’s face and Shawn had her face buried in Renae’s pussy. Shawn’s ass was in Lisa’s face, giving Lisa full access to Shawn’s pussy from behind. “Damn, I never knew a pussy could be so sweet,” said Lisa, as Shawn’s juices began to run down her chin. “Oh, I think I’m gonna cum,” Shawn moaned, lifting her head from Renae’s cunt. “Oh please make me cum. Fuck me with your sweet tongue.” As soon as the words left Shawn’s mouth, all three girls experienced the most powerful climax they had ever had.

“Well,” said Shawn, ‘I want to taste Lisa’s pussy now.” The girls changed positions and this time Lisa and Shawn got in 69 position. Renae lay beside the girls on the bed and started to play with her own pussy. “Oh yeah,” moaned Renae. “Eat that pussy good girls and after you cum, I’m gonna lick the sweet juices from both of your pussies. Then I want one of you to finger fuck me in my pussy and the other one to finger fuck me in the ass.” Lisa and Shawn were thrilled about the idea, but neither of the girls lifted their heads from the wet cunts they were licking. Shawn sucked Lisa’s clit gently, then harder. Then she licked her pussy lips like a kitten lapping it’s milk form a bowl. Lisa was doing the same to Shawn, and Renae, well she was getting to know herself a little better.

The girls continued this was for a while, until all of them had had massive orgasms. Then Lisa and Shawn granted Renae her request to be finger fucked her in her pussy and ass.

Afterwards, the three were exhausted. They settled down and masturbated each other to sleep, each girl thinking of the “fun” they would have for the next week.

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What Got Into Her

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My wife’s name is Cyn. Her black hair, warm brown eyes, copper complexion, long shapely legs that are inches apart as they reach her slim hips and firm cupped buns, her erect posture and lovely upturned nice sized breasts, her quick wit and sexy smile, her high cheekbones and her soft but well defined jaw-line, her smooth almost silky skin, the black hair of her pussy, her soft abdomen, her outward conservatism combined with her hot and uninhibited sexuality…these attributes have emotionally overwhelmed me for twenty-one years of marriage. I am hopelessly in love with her.

I have always suffered with a streak of jealousy, a possessive element in my personality. I am also idealistic, habitually putting girlfriends (before marriage) on a pedestal…it therefore always shocks me to learn from some high school buddy that years ago in high school some girlfriend of mine had been promiscuous…I had never dared to even attempt a sexual move on these girls.

But Cyn had been different. We met in college on a blind date; I had been told that she was hot so I tried to fuck her on our first date. Sure enough, she loved making out and dry-hunching…I even got her down to her underwear without much trouble, but after three years of trying I could never get her to go any further.

She would massage my penis in my jeans, but it wasn’t until that third year that she pulled off my underwear and masturbated me, a relief for me to cum in great explosive shots that rained all over both of us instead of unloading in my pants during our dry-hunching. This experience brought a new intimacy between us in which she confessed to me, after much questioning,her sexual experiences with past boyfriends.

She admitted handling the dicks of two boyfriends in high school though she denied ever witnessing an explosive ejaculation as we were by then sharing; she denied ever having intercourse with anyone though she had dated two boys in college before me…one who had claimed (so I had been told)to have fucked her; she vehemently denied this. I accepted this but today, 20 years later, I suspect she had been fucked regularly by at least this one boyfriend though she still claims I was the only person to have fucked her when we married.

Yes, we had been fucking for a year when we married. From the beginning she seemed far more sexually experienced, more comfortable and uninhibited than me. I learned from her, not vice versa. She was very holsum, a good and serious student, a church-going Catholic, and very popular. She never dressed provocatively, but she was a knock-out with a natural sexuality about her.

There is a careless lack of self-consciousness about her…for example, I often saw her breasts and nipples by easily looking down her blouse long before I ever got my hands on them. By her senior year, she discarded bras permanently and hasn’t worn one during all the years of our marriage.

She never had much patience with my jealousy. She doesn’t have a jealous bone in her body, probably a result of her formidable self-confidence. Her refusal to wear a bra was probably an early challenge to my jealousy during our marriage. Just as I so often got a full view down her blouse, I witnessed other men getting an eyeful. It disturbed me but it was also titillating to witness other men looking at her tits. I knew it was titillating to our male friends…her breasts and nipples are gorgeous and defy gravity. Wives would joke with me about how their husbands found Cyn to be so sexy, some of my male friends even joking about her fine breasts.

I said nothing to her except in our love-making…I’d confess what I’d seen and she would tease me, asking if I liked men seeing her nipples, even asking what I’d do if she let them squeeze her breasts, kiss and fuck her. She knew she was using my jealousy against me. Once when we had gotten drunk with a group of our friends, finding ourselves at a nightclub then driving home (all drunk) with Cyn in the backseat with a male friend (who loved her breasts) and the friend’s wife up front with me, I saw them french-kissing in the backseat with my friend’s hands on her tits.

I was too drunk to care, but in their backseat laughter, I saw his head go under her T-shirt;he had realized his fantasy of getting his lips on Cyn’s breasts, though only briefly. I also realized my dick was rock hard despite the pangs of jealousy. She teased me later in our love-making, asking how I felt about my friend french-kissing her and sucking on her nipples. By this time I was exploring pornography in Penthouse, finding myself fascinated by letters from men whose wives had fucked other men, some even describing the sight of another man’s cock penetrating the pussy of their wife and shooting cum into them. The thought of this drove me wild…unimaginable. I began leaving the most erotic Penthouse letters on female infidelity under her pillow for her to discover, which led to more of her teasing when we fucked.

Such a thought was wildly erotic to me but aroused great jealousy mixed with lust…I’d kill any son of a bitch who fucked Cyn(even if I was sporting a hard-on and ejaculating as I did it). Cyn knew this and loved to tease me during our love sessions…when I’d asked her about those old college boyfriends and whether anyone had fucked her, she would now answer that she’d never tell or “Did I really want to know?” or “Can you handle the truth if I told you?” “How do you know I’m not fucking around now?” My dick would erupt immediately, which she found hilarious.

These teasing responses reminded me of the pornographic stories I’d been reading; her aggressiveness in bed such as those occasions when she massaged and sucked my dick as I fondled her clit and slid my fingers into her pussy before we fucked, became punctuated with her sexual comments like “You know I love penises”-plural not singular; also “I love when men cum inside me” and other teasing, erotic comments that would bring a quick ejaculation as we fucked.

I admit I became obsessed with thought of my wife crossing the line of adultery, of violating this ultimate code of marital fidelity. My heart would race at the thought. I often beatoff with explosive ejaculations reading and re-reading the Penthouse letters of wives fucking men behind their husbands’ backs, of husbands coming home early from work and stumbling upon their wives being fucked by a neighbor. I graduated to more troubling stories of wives fucking black men, of wives prefering the larger penises of their lovers, also letters from husbands who even encouraged their wives to experiment by fucking another man, of wives being seduced by a neighbor, of another man impregnating someone’s wife, of a husband who actually arranged for another man to seduce his wife, and of wife swapping,…I soon found myself masturbating to all of these various stories.

I particularly got off on stories when the husband described in detail the erotic anguish of watching his wife’s wet vagina being slowly penetrated by another man’s enormous cock and actually seeing cum shoot from the invading penis as the stranger slid his dick in and out of his wife’s cunt. The thought of impregnation still drives me wild.

All of this culminated in several years of crisis in my marriage. I had long been accustomed to many friends hanging around our house,-male and female but particularly male friends who enjoyed us both but had especially good rapport with my fetching, dark-haired, braless wife. They would be drinking a glass of wine as she cooked dinner, just shooting the bull as she tended the kids or other household activities.

As I came home from work, several guys (sometimes with a wife or girlfriend, but more often 2 or 3 male friends) would be chatting with her in the kitchen, Cyn typically in short-shorts with a loose sleeveless blouse or t-shirt ( her nipples always detectable)or bathing suit if she’d been swimming in our pool. In the mornings they’d be around the coffee pot. I’d join them. It was fun. Most were old friends or neighbors, such a plumber named Mike who lived several doors down from us. Mike was blond, slightly above medium height, slightly overweight, loud and boisterous with his laughter and jokes. His marriage was on the rocks, he spent far too much time chasing pussy at local clubs, and relied on Cyn as his marriage counselor and friendly ear to share all his problems with.

Mike confided in Cyn all the details of his marital problems, largely accepting the blame for the break-up. He was a bar hound and compulsively fucked around on his homely wife he’d married after high school. In their long conversations that often went on late into the night, he told Cyn of his long list of female conquests, naming many single and married females, many we knew well. Cyn loved being in on these secret affairs and she would tell me all she learned,-much we found hard to believe. Mike is not particularly good looking, but, as I would soon learn with certainty, he was a very accomplished cuntsman. I told Cyn that he obviously had a crush on her, but I never worried about him because he seemed not to be in her league, just not someone attractive enough to be a threat.

By the time I learned he was fucking Cyn almost daily, they’d been fucking for over two years;by then I knew she would refuse to end the relationship when I learned of it, so I never confronted her with my discovery. I cannot bear the thought of life without the woman I love. I found out the hard way…I witnessed a gang bang of my wife set up by Mike. I’ll never remove from my mind the vivid vision of my wife being fucked by three men.

We had a swimming party at my home one Friday night. Approximately ten couples were there. Cyn and Mike had been bass fishing (he was a big bass fisherman and he often took Cyn–I would soon learn these were invariably fucking expeditions to our weekend lakehouse). They were grilling the fish and fixing supper when I arrived home from work. Everyone soon arrived. The kids were all spending the night out. The alcohol flowed freely and the food was delicious; everyone had a great time in the pool. I’d had a long week and excused myself to go to bed around 11 pm; 6 or 7 people were still there but I assumed they’d leave soon.

I woke up to piss around 1 am and noticed Cyn was not in bed. Perhaps she and Mike were having another long talk about his problems. I went downstairs into our den. No-one was there but I heard music and voices outside. Curious and perhaps suspicious, I did not step out the den door to the patio. Instead I decided to eavesdrop. I went out the front door and snuck around the side of our house to the shrubs that bordered our patio/pool area. Five people were in the pool…Mike was beside Cyn in the shallow end, a doctor friend named Shannon and an unmarried couple, Joe and Allison, were also there. They spoke quietly,often laughing, as they drank wine, a freshly opened bottle at poolside.

Then I saw Mike pass a cigarette to Cyn, his left arm wrapped around her as she leaned against him. She leaned against Mike as he coaxed her to smoke, holding the cigarette to her lips. The acrid smell of marijuana suddenly registered in my brain. “Come on, it’s your turn Cyn,” he urged. She took a deep drag as Mike laughed,”That a girl…hold it in your lungs,’ he told her as he then passed the weed to the doctor.

Cyn looked up at Mike and they kissed, their mouths open, Cyn sucking Mike’s tongue into her mouth then exhaling the marijuana smoke into Mike’s lungs. No one seemed surprised by their intimacy. Mike’s right hand cupped my wife’s right breast as their intense kissing went on. Cyn’s hands were beneath the water. My penis stiffened under my robe. Shannon (the doctor) and Joe each took turns kissing Allison as the weed made the rounds between them, then back to Mike who laughed again as he again held the pot for Cyn to inhale, again exchanging the smoke in an opened mouthed french kiss.

“Hell, why don’t you two fuck and get over with,” the doctor said to Mike and Cyn as the weed was passed backed to him. Mike laughed loudly as his hand returned to Cyn’s breast, both drinking down more wine. “We’re getting there,” he bellowed,holding his bathing suit above the water and flinging it onto the patio.

Mike pressed Cyn into the corner. “Your fingers are fantastic,” I heard him whisper to her. “That’s what all the boys tell me,” she teasingly replied. Then the music stopped.

“I’ll get it,” Mike said as he stepped from the pool. His dick shocked me, stiffly pointing upward as he went into the den to change the cds. His cock was thick, very long, simply enormous. The others laughed at his immodesty. Stunned, I realized my wife was responsible for Mike’s erection.

The doctor called out,”Cyn, it’s time to shed that bathing suit…we’re skinny dipping you know.” She didn’t answer; she seemed semi-asleep in the shallow corner of the pool,her eyes closed. I suddenly realized that the other three were also nude.

“We’ll take care of it,” Mike told them as he stepped back into the pool. His tongue reentered Cyn’s mouth; he used it as a dick to fuck her mouth. He pressed her into the corner. Her legs rose above the water and encircled his waist as he hunched rhythmically against her. He pulled down the shoulder straps of her sheer red one-piece bathing suit. Cyn protested.

“Not here,” I heard her protest. “Let’s at least go inside.”

“Honey, we’ve never done it in front of people,”he urged. “They know about us. Let’s do it right here,-live dangerously with your old man upstairs sleeping like a baby.” He fed her more wine. The weed was passed to him and she again inhaled it deeply, kissing him as she exhaled,sharing it’s intoxication with him.

The three others moved beside them, Joe and Shannon both kissing and fondling Allison. Her breasts rose above the water as she stood briefly. She was lithe with small tits and pointed areolas. “Who’s going to fuck me first,” she asked. Joe moved against her, pinning her to the pool wall beside my wife, her knees also rising above the water to embrace her lover.

“Hell, I guess I’ll have to take seconds on both of them,”the doctor muttered. Mike responded with a laugh and again maneuvered Cyns’s straps off her shoulders, rolling the stretched thin fabric down revealing my wife’s gorgeous breasts. This time there was no protest from Cyn. Her eyes remained closed. The other two men stopped what they were doing and gazed intently upon her tits.

The doctor spoke first: “I hope her pussy is as delicious as those tits.”

“Better than any pussy you’ve ever had…you’ll see,” said Mike as he stepped back to roll the bathing suit down her legs, lifting her exposed shaved pussy to the water’s surface, then he threw her suit onto the patio only a few feet from where I stood in the shrubs. “I shaved that pussy for her,” he bragged as his hands under her rear held her cunt at the surface. His claim cut me like a knife,-Cyn had told me she had shaved her pussy to be sexy for me.

Cyn seemed asleep as they talked about her. Mike again slipped the marijuana between her lips and she sucked the smoke deeply. This time Shannon (the doctor)leaned forward and kissed her, sliding his tongue into Cyn’s mouth. She seemed not to notice. Mike spread her legs. The others watched as Mike’s thick fingers slid between the lips of her vagina, his thumb massaging her clit. My wife caught her breath and began slightly hunching his fingers.

Allison also watched and held the weed to Cyn’s lips for another drag. Cyn sucked again as she hunched more vigorously on Mike’s active fingers…I saw three fingers slide into her puss. “She can take all five,” Mike bragged. His fingers moved in and out. “She loves fucking.”

Allison whispered audibly into Cyn’s ear as she joined the two men in massaging her breasts, mashing her nipples between forefinger and thumb, as Mike focused on her clit and pussy. “You are going to be gang banged tonight, Cyn…all of us will fuck you and you’ll eat all of us.” Her lips went to my wife’s mouth, delicately tonguing her, my wife’s tongue responding and actively reciprocating. I’d never seen two women kiss.

My penis had involuntarily ejaculated in the bushes; now my cum continuously oozed and dripped. My hand used the slick fluid to massage the crown of my cock, squeezing more cum from it’s tip; I manhandled my tight balls as I heard Mike say, “I’ll fuck her now. Turn her and hold her shoulders so you can see.”

He stood on the first step so that his torso was entirely out of the water. No wonder he’s such a cuntsman, I thought silently…that’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, bigger than anything I had ever seen in Penthouse. Why didn’t I intervene? I realized now that he had fucked her many times before. This was my chance for those wild Penthouse letters about a husband witnessing his wife being fucked to come to life before my very eyes. I wanted so badly to see those scenes I’d imagined while masturbating, to watch my wife actually do to another man the fucking she had teased me about for so long. I craned my neck to see everything that was happening, the blood pounding in my heart and temples as the moment approached. Would I actually see his seman shoot from his huge cock?…I hoped so. I hoped so! I loved that she loved fucking another man… my lust had prevailed, suppressing the tortured jealousy that burned in the pit of my stomach.

Mike put her ankles on his shoulders, then fucked her with his five thick fingers, rousing her hips to strong undulations, her pussy reaching to swallow his hand. Her eyes opened and her hands grasped his enormous tool. She masturbated and massaged him, rubbing his dickhead into her cuntlips. She hunched forward so her pussy could swallow the crown of his cock.

“We have an audience,”Mike smiled at her as their fucking began.

Her undulations grew more furious, back and forth…I saw his dickhead reappear then disappear inside of her repeatedly.

“Let’s fuck,” my wife demanded loudly as she became increasingly aggressive, becoming the sexually active Cyn that I knew so well as opposed to her earlier passivity that had apparently been induced by the wine and marijuana. His fingers and cock had now turned her on. Her fingers of one hand pulled his cock forward while the other gripped his balls. Cyn became the aggressor. “Mike, fuck me hard.” He did.

In one stroke, his thick penis slammed his entire length…was it ten inches or more?…to the deepest depths of her vagina. Their genitals pounded against one another repeatedly; his thrusts back and forth repeatedly exposed the entirety of his purplish red veiny manhood, the awesome pubic tool sliding forward to repeatedly fill her vagina. I loved it; my cock spurted cum nonstop while they fucked; my heart pounded so furiously that a heart attack seemed imminent.

My wife’s hands moved to his hips, taking control of the timing of their body slams…her fingers moved to his anus, pressing and probing as she pulled him over and over again into her pussy. Two fingers penetrated his anus; her wedding ring disappeared up his ass, bringing a gutteral groan from deep in Mike’s body. I watched the wedding ring appear,then disappear with each finger thrust into his rear.

Cyn climaxed repeatedly as his shaft filled her, her abdomen rising with each forward stroke only to gently subside on each backstroke.

Then his climax arrived. I witnessed a ragged string of white cum explode from his cock on a backstroke. My most erotic hopes were satisfied as his cum splattered into the opening of her pussy lips, then his dickhead invaded the same spot pushing that cum deep into her as he continued to shoot more cum into her as his huge meat filled her. I saw more shots of cum on each outstroke until she held him inside…his hips flexed as he emptied his balls inside of her…her fingers buried in his anus.

Is his cum impregnating her at this very moment? I wondered. My penis spurted more seman into my soaked robe. As I had read about in Penthouse, I had a sudden powerful urge to eat my wife’s pussy, to taste the mixture of his cum with Cyn’s fluids.

Shannon (the doctor)whispered into Mike’s ear, then Mike slid away into the water, exhausted, his cum gathering on the water’s surface at the entrance to Cyn’s pussy. Shannon moved into the fucking position between my wife’s legs. Slightly taller than Mike, his penis stood stiff…shaped more like a long snakelike baseball bat as compared to Mike’s massive cucumber. Cyn watched him use his dickhead to probe between her vaginal lips; we all watched together as the wicked obscene shaft slowly entered her.

“Delicious,” the doctor announced as he settled into a hungry rhythm. “You’ve got a fine pussy, Cyn. I want to fuck you doggy style later but this is too good for now.”

“Have a ball,” I heard my wife say. Everyone laughed as though this comment was the highest humor. Allison resumed french kissing Cyn, who offered no resistence. After 5 minutes of raw sex with my wife, they helped Cyn from the pool onto a patio palette they made with cushions. The doctor’s snakelike cock slithered into her from behind, Cyn on her stomach with her beautiful ass arched in the air to accommadate his greedy plunges into her vagina.

Allison moved under Cyn’s face and spread her legs. Cyn ate her pussy while being doggy fucked by the doctor. The doctor climaxed first, his buns clinching as he announced his climax, then pulling his obscene sinuous tool slowly from within her…as it emerged I watched his cumshots dripping from the tip of his cock in long slimy strings onto the backside of her exposed vaginal opening. It was, as the doctor had said, erotically “delicious” to watch.

Allison then climaxed as Cyn licked and sucked her pussy. The slim girl then rolled my wife onto her back and proceeded to gently tongue massage the folds of Cyn’s weary puss, sucking and licking the gobs of cum from her vagina. Cyn climaxed on her tongue. Joe fucked Allison from behind for ten minutes as as she tongued and cleaned my wife’s pussy.

Then Joe fucked Cyn missionary style, the third penis to invade her vagina. He watched his cock slide in and out of her. His penis was more my size, 6 or 7 inches, and he used it well. His fingers stimulated her clit to arouse her then moved his hands to her breasts. I was amazed that Cyn had enough sexual energy left for another fuck.

“Ya’ll have made a whore out of me,” she declared. “Fuck me,Joe, fuck me.” Her hunching began hard and fast. Joe leaned forward and kissed her. I watched her mouth sucking on his tongue, then Cyn slid her tongue into his mouth. Joe’s tongue returned to her mouth and stiffened; Cyn sucked on it like it was a penis.

Mike walked up and stood over them, his champion cock hard again. He watched them fuck until Joe rose to his knees, his hands lifting Cyn’s buns from the cushions…we watched Joe’s excited penis sloshing in and out of my wife’s cum-soaked cunt as he gripped her ass, holding her pussy up at his dick level for his fucking comfort.

Mike straddled Cyn’s chest, his penis standing above her mouth. “I need my super whore to give me more relief.” Their eyes met and both smiled.

Mike leaned forward on his knees and hands so that his great cock pointed down to her mouth. Her mouth opened and he proceeded to fuck her lips. Her tongue bathed his penis and balls in saliva. Her hands massaged his balls and his aroused shaft that hung down from above her mouth, then she sucked loudly on his cockhead until I thought he would cum immediately. Then her hands held his shaft in position for her tongue to concentrate on the sensitive spot beneath the crown of his cock.

“I bet I can make you cum before Joe climaxes in my pussy,” Cyn challenged Mike.

“No way, you whore,”said Mike, accepting the challenge.

“Oh yeah–you’re big dick is putty in my hands—I know what you can’t handle.” Cyn’s tongue sucked on his cockhead, one hand used the lubrication of his pre cum to masturbate the full length of his shaft while her free hand squeezed and massaged his balls.

“You boys can’t last—I’ll have to send you upstairs to get my old man because all of you have run out of steam,” Cyn teased them both. She picked up the pace with her tongue and hands; Cum was freely and fully flowing from Mike’s cock.

“See, here it comes, Mike. You can’t hold it, can you? Can you?” Cyn teased him relentlessly.

Mike couldn’t answer as he strained to control his swollen, purplish, cum-covered cock.

“Now I’ll finish you off while Joe outlasts you,” she teased. Suddenly Cyn lifted her head and her mouth engulfed him to his pubic hairs; Mike climaxed with a huge groan,his balls spasming over and over in the grip of her fingers, his loads of sperm blowing into her mouth as she sucked and swallowed, then sucked him dry. As Mike fell forward, Joe finally climaxed behind him.

I enjoyed the fantastic eroticism of watching these men deposit cum in my wife for the last time that night. I eased unseen out of the bushes and returned to our bedroom to recover from the most sexually explosive and exciting experience of my life. It was no use being jealous, I realized. Cyn was never going to stop fucking other men. I feared her partners would tell others of the night’s events and ruin our reputation and marriage. Amazingly, the secret has so far been well kept by all. And Cyn hasn’t confessed to me and I haven’t told her of what I saw that night. If I told her, I might never see her fucked again…I am going to film everything for now on.

She arrived in my bed that night at daybreak. Naturally I had to eat her pussy to try out the taste of Mike’s cum…a very strange experience but very exciting. Then I fucked her to complete the night’s action. Sloppy seconds…another erotically delicious experience, and now a regular experience. My life will never be the same.

I know I can never change her wildly independent spirit and powerful sexuality. I love Cyn (Sin?) just the way she is. Just to see her bathe or change her clothes is an arousing experience for me. And I enjoy hiding in the lakehouse to watch her fuck when she and Mike go on their bass fishing trips.

Pulling The Bridal Train

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Mary sat looking into the large mirror that rose above the antique dressing table and smiled at her image in the glass. She looked stunning with her golden blonde hair flowing down out of the wispy wedding veil, framing her creamy white cheeks in an almost angelic halo. Her silky white wedding dress dipped down in the front revealing her milky cleavage and she felt her breasts rising as her breathing grew short. Her nipples, always sensitive, reacted to her thoughts and rose up creating dimples in the otherwise smooth cloth that barely covered her breasts. She smiled at the sight, enjoying the idea of all of her guests seeing her like this.

It was still two hours before her wedding would start. Two hours and she would become Mrs. Greg Stevens. Her hair was not yet done up into the hairstyle she had chosen and she still had to put her makeup on, but still she was beautiful. Her face glowed with the inner happiness of knowing that a wonderful life was ahead of her. Greg was a kind and gentle man, who took her as she was and didn’t wish to change her. He was handsome, successful and very good in bed. Best of all he enjoyed her sluttish nature as much as Mary herself did. Mary smiled at herself and her own thoughts, beaming with delight as she studied herself in the mirror.

“Radiant!” Becky, her long time friend and bridesmaid, said as she looked over Mary’s shoulder. “You are radiant.”

“Well I’m supposed to be, aren’t I? In two hours I’ll be Mrs. Stevens. Newly married and headed to Paris for my honeymoon.”

“Paris is tomorrow honey. You spend tonight at the Palace Hotel, in the bridal suite.”

“Yeah, and what a night it’s going to be too!” Mary smiled broadly, showing her perfect white teeth before she turned serious and looked at her friend. “Can you believe I am actually nervous? I thought it was the groom that was supposed to be sweating.”

“Maybe you need something to take your mind off of it for a while. Want me to arrange something for you?”

“Ooh, you nasty girl. What did you have in mind?” Mary grinned at her friend.

“Well, let me get rid of your mother first. I’m sure that whatever I can come up with she’ll not approve.” Mary’s mother was the one who had insisted on having the wedding in a church, performed by her minister. Mary’s lifestyle really didn’t mesh very well with the traditional religious views, but she had given in to her mother, mostly because fighting would be futile anyway.

“That would be a start. She has been driving me crazy today. Where is she now anyway?”

“The caterer arrived and she is down stairs making their life a living hell.” Becky laughed. “They will probably kiss me when I send her off on an errand. Now let’s see. What do we need that’s important enough to require her personal care?”

“Here, ” Mary said taking off one of her shoes and twisting the heel roughly finally breaking if from the shoe, “send her down to the bridal shop to get this fixed.”

Becky laughed and took the broken shoe. “Perfect, perfect. It’ll take them a while to fix it. She won’t be back until just before the wedding starts.”

Just then a knock sounded on the door to the dressing room. “Are you decent in there?” A deep baritone voice called through the closed door. Greg’s father had the most sensuous voice Mary had ever heard and she felt a tingle start between her legs just from hearing his voice.

“Yes, but you can come in anyway.” She called out causing Becky to playfully slap her shoulder as the door opened.

Carl Stevens was a little taller than his son Greg, but had the same rugged good looks and the same large hands. Mary could only imagine that his cock was as big and beautiful as his son’s. The thought brought her nipples back to full attention and she smiled as he entered the room.

“Hi Carl, what’s up?” Mary said, taking the time to let her eyes drift down over his muscled chest, past his trim waist and onto the bulge in the tuxedo pants that he was wearing.

“Just checking to see if everything is okay.” Carl said, smiling at his son’s fiance as he noted her checking him out. She was beautiful and if half of what Greg said about her was true, then Carl was looking forward to having her in the family.

Becky held up the shoe. “Actually I was just about to send Linda on an errand. Would you like to stay here and keep Mary company until I get back?”

“Sure, no problem at all.” Carl felt his cock twitch inside his pants at the thought of being alone with Mary, even for a few minutes. Nothing had ever happened between them, but the sexual tension had been there for a long time. He shook his head, how could he think that, it was his son’s wedding day! And here he was thinking about a quicky with the bride.

Mary noted the twitch in Carl’s pants and smiled broadly. She had wanted to have him since the first time Greg had taken her to meet his parents. The opportunity had never arisen, however, but now she thought he might just be the distraction she needed. As Becky slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her, Mary twisted in her chair, pulling her legs out from under the dressing table. Her wedding gown was long in the back, trailing back into a long formal train, but the front was cut short enough to reveal her knees and as she turned she purposefully spread her legs and pulled the dress up just a little hoping to give Carl a flash of panty. Carl saw her turn and saw her skirt ride up but from his standing position he could only see about four inches above her knees. He smiled at her and moved to sit down on a small folding chair in front of her, hoping to improve his view.

As soon as he sat down Mary caught him off guard by raising one foot and setting it into his lap. “Would you mind rubbing my foot? Those shoes have made it sore.” She pouted, pursing her beautiful lips and batting her eyelids slowly. It was corny and Mary was sure that Carl saw right through it, but she didn’t care, it got his big firm hands onto her and that was what she wanted.

Carl started massaging her foot gently. He had definitely improved his view by sitting down and now he was able to see just a hint of white between her legs. Mary shifted in her seat, scooting down just a little, pushing her foot farther onto Carl’s lap and in the process she managed to spread her legs even wider and push her dress up a little farther. Carl almost choked. He could easily see her panties, even the small mounds made by her pussy lips were clearly visible. He continued stroking her foot, moving his hands up over her firm calf, loving the feel of her skin under his fingers.

Mary groaned a low moan of intense pleasure and leaned back slightly. She felt her pussy heating up and knew that she was getting wet. She hoped that Carl could see her panties, that he would notice the wet spot growing between her legs, maybe even smell the aroma of her sex as her excitement grew. She dropped her eyelids almost shut and watched him as he massaged her. He moved her foot deeper into his lap, letting his hands flow up her leg past her knee and onto her silky thighs before drawing them back down to her ankle. She stretched her foot a little pressing it into the growing bulge in his trousers, feeling his cock with her toes and he groaned in pleasure. Mary smiled and pulled her foot from his lap causing him to look up in alarm suddenly hoping he had not offended her. Maybe he had gotten the wrong signal. But his fears were allayed when she lifted her dress up, showing him her wet panties.

“Now you’ve done it Carl. Look at that, I’ve made my panties all wet. Will you help me get them off? I mean I can’t wear them like this. I suppose I’ll just have to go without.”

Carl grinned and immediately knelt in front of her. He let his hands slip up the outside of her creamy thighs to the thin strings that held her panties on. He pulled the wisp of material down slowly, inch by inch. His eyes never left her crotch as he breathed in her intoxicating fragrance. Her sex was in full bloom and as he lowered her panties farther he saw her swollen lips slightly parted below her carefully trimmed blonde pubic hair. Her clit was erect and flushed red with her excitement. As he continued to remove her panties he leaned forward and nuzzled her dripping pussy with his nose and mouth, drinking in her rich aroma, tasting her sweet juices on his lips.

Mary couldn’t take anymore so she dropped her dress down over his shoulders and pulled his head into her pussy. “Oh, yes, Carl. Eat me, lick my pussy, make me cum with your mouth. Mmm, I need to cum so bad. Oh yes, yes, fuck me with your tongue.” It felt so wicked to be doing this. Letting her fiance’s father lick her pussy in a church on her wedding day. Her mind reeled with the sheer eroticism of what she was doing. She felt like such a wonderful slut and she knew that Greg would be pleased when she told him the story.

Carl swirled his tongue into her pussy, letting it part her lips gently and then lifting it to flick it over her clit then quickly back down to stab into her sweet hole and taste her juices. His cock was fully erect now and uncomfortable inside his pants, but he wasn’t about to stop for fear that she would not let him resume. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he gently bit it and then he released her clit and sucked her engorged pussy lips letting her nectar flow into his mouth. He could tell that she was near orgasm from her breathing and the force her hands were putting on his head, but he didn’t let up. Instead he increased his assault, laving her obscenely and smearing her juice all over his face and bringing her to an intense climax that almost caused her legs to buckle.

She had just regained some of her composure when she heard the door to the dressing room open and then shut quietly. She looked up and saw Becky standing by the door grinning like a Cheshire cat. She raised a finger to her mouth, motioning for Becky to be quiet. Her friend took the hint quickly and stood without a sound watching as Carl performed his artistic cunnilingus.

Mary smiled at her friend and then looked back down at Carl. “Yes baby, that was so good, suck my pussy, make me cum again and again. You can do it, be my big daddy, fucking his daughter-in-law. I’m going to love being a part of your family. Oh, god, I need you to fuck me. Come up here and give me your cock, put your cum in my pussy so Greg can lick it from my pussy tonight, our wedding night. I want him to suck your cum from my pussy and to know where it came from. Please, oh please, fuck me now. Fuck me in my wedding dress. Oh yes, yes, yes.”

Carl was a little surprised by Mary’s coarse language but it just served to make him hotter. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and he rose up in front of her. He grabbed her hair roughly and kissed her full on the lips, pressing his tongue into her willing mouth. As they kissed Becky moved a low coffee table around into a better position. Finally Mary and Carl broke the kiss and Carl realized they weren’t alone. He blushed and began to stammer an apology, but Mary grabbed his hand and held him tight, keeping him from leaving.

“It’s okay. She is a good friend. Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”

Carl stared at her and then looked over at Becky. Surprise and shock fought arousal on his face but finally his sexual needs won out. He watched as Becky helped Mary lay down on the coffee table, hiking her dress up around her waist and spreading her legs wide. Carl shook his head for a half second and then smiled and reached down and opened up his pants. He took out a cock that was longer and thicker than his son’s and he wasted no time moving between Mary’s legs and pushing his cock deep into her wet and ready pussy.

Mary gasped at the size of his cock and then smiled up at him. “Oh yeah, fuck me good with that big cock!” She moaned out as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even deeper into her. It wasn’t the biggest cock she had ever had but it was big enough and she moaned loudly as he pushed himself deep into her waiting sex. They began to fuck wildly as Becky watched, smiling. They were so engrossed in their sex that they didn’t hear the soft knock on the door. Becky did and she quickly moved to intercept whoever was out there. It was Paula, Mary and Becky’s friend and fellow adventurer. Becky quickly pulled Paula into the room, pressing her hand over her mouth as she did and then an evil idea welled up in Becky and she grinned at her friend.

“You stay here and guard the fort while they fuck.” Becky whispered to Paula, “I’m going to see if anyone else wants to join the party.” Paula grinned at her mischievous friend but nodded and smiled at her. Becky slipped out the door and then made her way downstairs to where the caterers were setting up. After she was gone Paula locked the door and then went to Mary’s side and knelt down. She leaned over her friend and kissed her gently on the lips. Once again Carl was surprised and he almost panicked when he realized that the girl beside them was not Becky. This was starting to get a little weird, who would show up next? Not his wife, he hoped, but he was almost to the point of climax and couldn’t stop. Besides the sight of Mary and Paula kissing was a great turn on for him. He continued to fuck Mary, pumping into her with renewed vigor and eliciting small animalistic groans and grunts from her as his cock hammered into her pussy. Paula heard a light knock on the door and went to answer it just as Carl began to cum.

“Oh fuck, Mary, you are such a beautiful little slut. I’m cumming, do you want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, put your cum in my pussy. I want to feel your cum inside me as I walk down the aisle.”

It was too much for Carl and his cock exploded deep into her hole. He slammed forward, pressing as deep into her as he could and let his balls empty themselves into the hot confines of her womb. He stayed that way for a long minute, relishing the release of orgasm and then as his cock began to soften he pulled out.

“Next!” Becky had returned to the room and she pulled Carl away from Mary and a thin young man from the caterers stepped in and rammed his cock deep into Mary without any warning. Mary’s eyes went wide as she realized that the room was actually full of men with their cocks out, standing in a line to fuck her. She smiled and mouthed a silent “I love you” to Becky and then concentrated on the boy between her legs. He fucked her hard and fast and all too quickly he began to add his cum to Carl’s.

Immediately another man dressed in a dark suit stepped up. He was an older man, in his late forties or early fifties, but he hadn’t forgotten how to use his cock. He moved inside her, not just pounding, but really fucking her and Mary felt herself flow into her second orgasm of the day. The man between her legs felt her orgasm explode inside her pussy and was unable to hold back. He drove his cock deep into her messy hole and let loose a huge load of cum. Her pussy was so full of cum already that it began to leak back out of her used pussy, flowing down her thighs and over her round ass cheeks.

She moaned in erotic ecstasy as another young man wearing a tuxedo slipped between her spread legs and drove his cock into pussy. Becky came to her side as she was fucked again and Mary managed to grunt up to her friend.

“Who are all these men I’m fucking?”

“Wedding guests that got here early, caterers, and three guys from the wedding band. That’s the guitar player whose doing you right now. I’ve got fourteen men and two women who want to fuck you. Greg’s sister, Lynn, is here too. Are you up for it?”

“Mmm, yeah, you are the best Beck. Give me Lynn next, let her lick my pussy, ‘kay.”

“Sure baby, no problem.” Becky went to arrange the guests and noticed Carl sitting at the dressing table, his jaw hanging loose as he watched his son’s fianc‚ taking each man in turn. She stopped by him and grinned. “She is quite the little slut isn’t she?”

“She is beautiful. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” He said still staring at Mary.

“Yeah, I know.” Becky said with a smile.

When the guitarist had at last emptied his load into Mary’s swollen and very messy pussy, Becky guided a sweet looking girl with light red hair between Mary’s legs. The girl hesitated for just a second and then dove forward lapping at Mary’s dripping slit. She sucked and licked for all she was worth and bringing Mary to another orgasm. Becky saw her friend climax and then gently eased Lynn up and away, letting another man take her place. Lynn, leaned over and kissed Mary on the lips, letting her taste her own pussy juice on her face and tongue.

“Love ya sis!” Lynn said softly and then moved away as the next man began to fuck Mary with abandon.

He fucked her quickly and only took a couple of strokes before he filled her pussy with his cum and was quickly replaced by the next man in line. Then one of the men in line got a little impatient and he pressed his cock into her mouth. Mary took it down her throat easily, sucking him eagerly, and quickly bringing him off. She tried hard to swallow the huge load of cum that he shot into her mouth but some dribbled down her cheek. Paula was there immediately, licking the cum from her face, and keeping it from getting on her dress. Another saw what Paula was doing and stepped forward. He lifted Mary’s shoulders up and gently unzipped the back of her dress. Carefully he helped Mary pull her arms from the sleeves and then pushed it down. This not only kept it away from the cum on her face it also exposed her heaving breasts and the helpful man quickly knelt beside Mary and began to suckle her nipple.

Another man took his place in her mouth. He wasn’t quite all the way hard and Mary tasted pussy juice and cum on his cock as she sucked it. It only took a few minutes before his cock was hard again and he moved back into line to await his next turn at her pussy.

The next man who stepped up leaned forward and kissed her gently even though she already had another cock in her mouth. “Would you mind if I fucked your ass?” He asked her gently.

She shook her head around the cock and tried her best to smile at him. He apparently understood and raised both of her legs high in the air. He dipped his cock into her sloppy pussy once to lubricate it and then slowly began to push it into her ass. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt her dark hole spread apart and allow the man’s cock to slide inside. He groaned at the heat and tightness of her ass and she playfully squeezed his cock inside her. It was too much for him and even though he had only just begun to fuck her he came hard, filling her bowels with his seed.

The next man didn’t ask permission, he simply lined his cock up with her now dripping ass and pushed inside. Mary screamed in pleasure as she felt the assault but the cock in her mouth muffled her cries. The new man lasted longer and was able get into a steady rhythm fucking her ass. The second woman, an older lady with just a hint of gray in her hair knelt beside Mary and began to lap at her pussy as the man continued to pound into her ass. Soon Mary felt another orgasm rising from deep inside her and she relaxed and let her climax sweep her along. After that it was just a progression of men choosing to fuck either her sloppy ass or her sloppy pussy and a few women or men sucking her pussy or tits. Each man after he finished fucking her pussy or ass would move up and push his cock into her mouth letting her lick and suck her own juices from them. She lost count of the men who fucked her but she was sure that it was more than the fourteen that Becky had promised, finally the last man shot his cum deep into her pussy and pulled out. Becky and Paula shooed the men from the room telling them that it was time to get Mary ready for the wedding and then the three girls were alone.
“Wow, that was fantastic!” Mary said once she had caught her breath. “I don’t know how many orgasms I had, but I feel great!”

“Not just a little sore?” Paula asked smiling.

“Mmm, maybe a little, but it’s feels great!”

“Well the ceremony starts in thirty minutes so we better get you ready.” Becky said, already fussing with Mary’s hair.

They worked quickly and right on time Mary’s hair and makeup was done and her mother showed up with her shoe fixed and ready to go.

“Oh dear you look so beautiful. My sweet innocent daughter! What am I going to do without you?” Linda began to sniffle and she didn’t really understand why Becky and Paula giggled and turned away quickly.

The music started and Mary, walking a little bowlegged, and Becky quickly headed down the stairs to get into position. Mary’s father, old and stodgy but terribly sweet, waited to give her away and Mary wondered if he could smell the sex that was still wafting up from her used pussy. In a dream Mary floated down the aisle, all eyes were fixed on her and soft murmurs of “Oh how beautiful she is,” followed her as she made her way to Greg and his best man, waiting with the minister. As she drew nearer she looked up and with just a little start realized that the minister was one of the men who had fucked her less than an hour ago. Some of the cum that was leaking down the insides of her thighs was probably his. She couldn’t wait to tell Greg she had fucked the minister, and Carl, and so many others. She couldn’t wait to let her husband eat their cum from her pussy and then fuck her good.

The minister smiled at her and a tinge of red showed in his cheeks but she smiled and winked at him. When the ceremony was through she kissed Greg passionately and then whispered into his ear.

“You’ll never guess what I did today. But I’ll tell you all about it once we’re alone.”

Greg just smiled and kissed her again. “I’m looking forward to hearing about it.” He said as they turned and were presented to the guests. Mr. and Mrs. Greg Stevens!

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Cherries

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“Let me guess,” the bartender asked, setting the glass of water in front of me. “You’re here looking for some company.”

She stared at me expectantly, a slight smile on her glossy-pink lips. I smiled ruefully at her, taking a sip of the icy liquid. “Gee, what gave me away?” I meant it sarcastically, because anyone in the bar could see what I was after, especially another woman. The little black dress gave me away, one of those sparkly knit gowns that clung to every curve, just short enough to make you appreciate a hint of thigh and wonder just how far my legs went up. Or maybe it was the heels, best described as “fuck me” pumps in glossy black patent leather. Combined with the carefully arranged hair and the makeup, I made quite a package for some lucky male to pick up. Problem was, the bar seemed devoid of lucky men, save for a few older men who knew better than to press their luck.

The bartender shrugged and proceeded to polish some glasses while talking with me. “Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I assume you’re here on business. So your partner isn’t here, and you’re looking for a little entertainment to pass a holiday that’s best not spent alone. Especially here in Las Vegas, the city of sin herself,” she laughed. I was amazed, because she really had hit my situation right on the nose. I was here to teach seminars to new real estate recruits, and was miles away from my husband. Not that being home on Valentine’s Day would have mattered anyway, because the bastard would probably be wooing his mistress on the side. Our marriage had deteriorated down to one simple fact: I wasn’t divorcing him because it would cost me too much hard-earned cash. So he played his field, and I played mine, and we basically put up with each other.

“Pretty much right,” I acknowledged, raising my water glass to her. “How’d you know?”

“Past experience,” she confided. “I was sitting in this very bar about three years ago for the same reason, and the bartender working then asked me the same thing.”

“And did you find what you were looking for?” I asked. She found this very funny, exploding in a sudden peal of laughter that had me raising my eyebrows. “Oh, I found it alright,” she grinned. “A nice little lass from the front desk took me home with her that night, and introduced me to a whole better ballgame.” I nearly choked on my water at her answer, staring at her with slight shock. This bartender really didn’t seem the lesbian stereotype. She wasn’t masculine in her features, and she didn’t seem like some of the feminist lesbians I’d known in college.

Her long reddish-blonde hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail, and her makeup was careful and elegant, not much more than a sweep of pink lip-gloss and rose-colored eyeshadow. She wore the standard bartender/waitress garb, a white button dress shirt and black slacks. The most masculine thing on her was her uniform bowtie, which sparkled with rhinestones. “Well,” I stammered, a blush rising to my cheeks. She knew her response had caught me off guard, and I struggled to regain my composure. “That’s….nice. Do you still see her often?”

“No, we went our separate ways a few months into it. Now the only person I pamper at nights is my cat, Patches.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “Wish I could work up the will to do that with my husband.” She looked at me for a long moment, and I wondered what she was thinking behind those blue eyes. She moved over to the bar, and began mixing several different liquids together in a frosty glass. Coming back over, she plopped down in front of me. “Don’t worry, it’s not too strong. On the house.”

“Thanks,” I said. It smelled like limes, a heavenly scent, but before I could raise it to my lips she clapped a hand on my wrist. Her grip was warm, firm and strong. “Wait,” she smiled. “I forgot the important part.” She reached into a mini-refrigerator beneath the bar, and came up with a single whole cherry, scarlet against her white fingers. She twirled the stem between her thumb and forefinger so I could see it, then raised it up to her mouth and pressed her pink lips to the firm skin.

“For luck,” she grinned, plopping it in my drink. “Good luck with your manhunt. It’s time for my break.” Then she went in the back to fetch another bartender, and I was left alone. The drink was very good, hardly tasting of alcohol. I wondered what she’d put in it. Most of the Las Vegas men must have been elsewhere on that night, for no one even approached me as I drank. Somehow I wasn’t quite as concerned with that as I was thirty minutes previously.

Instead, I kept thinking about the bartender, and the way her pretty pink lips looked pressed against that red fruit. When I had totally drained the cup of liquid, I stared down at that round plump cherry resting on the crushed ice. I picked it up, and raised it to my mouth, biting into the flesh of the scarlet treat. It may have been my imagination, but I could have sworn I tasted the faint hint of bubblegum lip-gloss as I devoured the fruit.

My nerves were shot for the next day, Valentine’s Day. Despite whatever I tried, I couldn’t shake the thought of the pretty bartender from my mind. I’d always considered myself a straight woman, but my blood burned every time I recalled that sassy smile and the gentle kiss she’d bestowed on that cherry. Would her lips be that tender on another woman’s, or would she play the aggressive, butch type? I thought about the swell of her breasts beneath that white shirt and brought my hands up to cup my own breasts. I was a considerable B-cup, and I wondered as I caressed myself if her chest would feel as soft and round as my own.

By mid-afternoon, I’d made my decision, and hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass. I dressed differently, emboldened by my decision to seduce this woman. I wore a black skirt this time, made of loose folds of black silky material, and a red halter that held my braless breasts for best display. On second critical glance, I painted my lips red and added a splash of perfume.

There was no need for full makeup; my cheeks were already flushed from the excitement and my eyes were made bright by the red top. I fussed with my blonde hair for a moment, then headed down to the bar. As I had hoped, she was working, and the place was crammed with couples out for a drink. Still, she managed to wave me over, clearing a seat for me in the far corner of the bar as she pushed one of the overly-drunk into leaving. “Well, don’t you look nice tonight,” She smiled. “Find what you were looking for?”

“I hope so,” I breathed, staring into her blue, blue eyes. “That is, if you’re free after you get off of work.” Her face looked surprised for a moment, and she studied me to make sure it wasn’t a joke.

Finally she gently asked, “Are you sure you want that, hon? I don’t like to be led on and let down.”

“Why don’t you come to my room and find out?” I countered. I scribbled my room number on a napkin, and then pressed my mouth to the paper, leaving her a scarlet promise there to think about. Pushing it across to her, I smiled and saw her eyes grow warm as she returned the grin. I got up and left then, leaving her with much to anticipate, feeling her eyes burning on my back as I headed out of the bar. Back in my room, I spent the next few hours nervously preparing.

I changed out of my outfit into some exquisite lingerie, intended for seducing my partner of choice. Staring at the bathroom mirror, I wondered if she’d like it. It was black lace and satin, an open-cup teddy that made my pale breasts and nipples really stand out of the open circles. The crotch had a convenient snap that let you access my most intimate regions, and the garters held up matching satiny black thigh-highs.

I wore my black pumps from the night before, which lifted my buttocks and gave me a sexy, hip-swinging walk. I felt like I was floating on a high I’d never experienced before, and had never felt more feminine than I did at that moment. Around ten, there came a soft knock at my door. I threw a robe over my pretty lingerie and went to answer it. It was she, and she stood in the hallway with a smile pasted from ear to ear, drinking in the black satin robe I wore. She carried a bucket of ice with a bottle of good champagne already chilling inside, and some gold-wrapped package that was as of yet unidentified.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” she growled softly, “because you left me so wet while I was working that I had to excuse myself off to the ladies room for a little relief.” I took the ice bucket from her, moving to set it on my room’s end table as she let herself in the room and locked the door behind her. When I turned around, I found her already standing behind me, and the smile had left her face. She tilted my chin up, being the taller by a few inches, and kissed me.

Her mouth was so sweet I thought I’d die, exploring my lips like no man had ever done, kissing me with tongue sweeps and teeth and soft lips. Her lipstick tasted like bubblegum, and I felt an arrow of pleasure spear straight to my belly, making my nether regions full and heavy and tingling with anticipation. “Jesus,” I swore when we parted for breath. “I’ve never been kissed like that before.”

“Oh, believe me, there’s much more I can’t wait to show you,” She crooned. “But first, get me out of these work clothes.” My hands came up, working the buttons on her blouse with trembling fingers. I noticed for the first time her shiny brass name badge that read “Sabrina” and murmured that name gently, rolling it over my lips. Sabrina chuckled.

“That’s right. What’s your name anyways, little flower?” I told her and she purred her approval. My undressing didn’t go as fast as she liked, and she swatted my hands away, finishing the job herself. Stepping out of the heels she wore, she made short work of the shirt and the slacks, leaving her standing in a simple white bra and thong. Her breasts were larger than mine, nearly a D-cup on sight estimation, and she wasn’t a slender girl, which turned me on greatly.

I feasted on her as she peeled away the bra, exposing those plump pale mounds with their pink pretty nipples, already hard for my mouth to lavish. Her waist tapered in, flaring out into soft hips and a belly that wasn’t rock-hard but soft and slightly pouting. Her thighs were full and muscled, her calves well shaped as she skimmed the thong down over them to pool at her feet. Sabrina bore a thatch of pubic hair the same reddish-gold shade as her hair, and it stood out in contrast to her white skin. My mouth went dry at her perfection, and I reached my palms out to cup her breasts but she stopped me.

“Robe off,” she ordered, and when I dropped it she smiled at my lingerie. “Oooh, I like that,” she moaned.

“I have a surprise for you, my valentine.” She moved over and claimed the small gold box she had plunked on the table. “Lie on the bed,” Sabrina asked, and as I lay flat on my back, she climbed on with me. I felt strangely vulnerable under her gaze, even though she was the one naked and I was the one clothed. She opened the box, and tossed the top to the hotel room floor. Inside were several dark chocolates.

Pulling one from the box, Sabrina lifted it to her lips and sunk her teeth into the sweet. She turned the half-exposed chocolate to me, and I saw the inside was hollow, filled with pureed cherries.

“Chocolate-covered cherries,” she smiled, savoring the half bite of the chocolate. “My favorite.” Taking the other half in her teeth, she bent her head and offered it to me from her mouth. Eating the treat from her full lips was erotic, the red dripping center flowing over our lips and tongues as we half-kissed, half-nibbled it down. When the flavor was gone from our mouths, she selected another, breaking it open with her fingers.

“You are my new favorite cherry,” Sabrina murmured, and I felt with surprise her hands rubbing the sticky center over my exposed nipples and breasts. When she bent her head to eat it from my flesh, I couldn’t hold back my sighs of approval. Her mouth was warm, heated as her flesh was, sucking and licking the food from my body until I was writhing under her mouth, swearing to gods I never believed in. I buried my fingers in her long hair, freeing it from her trademark ponytail to flow around her pale shoulders. The silky strands spread over the black teddy as she suckled my breasts, using three chocolates to tease and torment me until I was begging her to move lower, pushing at the top of her head. I was a waterfall between my thighs, my nether lips swollen and waiting for her kisses and caresses.

If Sabrina didn’t taste me soon, I’d die from the sweet sting of her skillful foreplay. She obliged my requests and begs, chuckling as she pulled the snaps of my teddy open. I was on fire, my breasts exposed and now my pussy, the exposure of my tender flesh wrenching a cry from my throat. Sabrina blew lightly on the dampness that clung to my pink slit, and I bucked my hips under the sensation. I needed her mouth on me, working me towards that little death that my loins craved more than anything else.

Instead, she ran a playful finger over the wet sticky evidence of my need and brought it to her lips, looking me in the eyes as she sucked it clean. A shudder ran through my body. “Sabrina, please,” I begged. “Give it to me.”

“The last cherry,” she said instead, ignoring my pleas, pulling it free from the box. Holding it up for me to see, she popped it her mouth for a moment to soften the chocolate. Then to my great surprise, she pulled it out again, and smiled. “You want this?”

“I want you…”

“You’ll have me,” she promised, and without warning, she brought the chocolate down to my sex. She ran it in circles over my hardened clit, teasing that little red marble into a panic frenzy, until I was raising my hips off the bed and nearly screaming with frustration. Sabrina snapped the coating open, and I felt the oozing center running down the outer lips of my sex and over the folds. “Oh my GOD!” I moaned, as she pushed the crumbled chocolate into my warm wet depths with two fingers. “Yummy,” she announced, and bent her head.

I felt the tickle of her hair on my thighs, but it was nothing compared to the first moment I felt her tongue on my pussy, licking away the combination of cherries and my own personal lubrication. I think I was calling her name, humping her face out of control while she cleaned me of her chocolate plaything. She spread me open with two fingers, and I felt her mouth and tongue pulling the chocolate bits from my hot slit. “Sabrina,” I whimpered, and then I felt the coil burning, urging me into the tempest of my orgasm. She felt my clit harden to bursting, knew I was going to explode from her eating me, and brought me to the edge by flicking her tongue in rapid and quick strokes over the wet button.

Before I could find my personal release, she stopped, and moved up to kiss me, letting me lick my own scent and taste from her mouth and chin. “Are you ready, little baby?” She crooned, and when I moaned she reached down and lightly pinched that little hooded bud. Feasting on my mouth as I fucked her hand, Sabrina swallowed my screams as I writhed under her, my pussy spasming again and again like a hungry mouth swallowing my pleasure. It was the hardest orgasm I’d ever felt, and it left me covered in a sheen of sweat. I was still pulsing with the aftershocks when I turned the tables, rising up and pushing her back to the rumpled covers. She was pliant, letting me explore her body with my virgin mouth, cupping her full breasts for my tongue to tease and groaning when I found the points she liked best.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Lick me.” And for the first time, I tasted another woman, delving my nose and mouth against that salty-sweet sex. I ate her with abandon, trying my best to copy the skillful strokes she had done to me, reveling in the feel of her hips rising to press tighter against my sucking mouth. She had a big pussy, engulfing most of my fingers as I plunged them in and out, sucking on her clit like a vacuum. Sabrina was beautiful when she came, her fingers fisting into the covers helplessly, every muscle in her legs and abdomen quivering with the shock of the orgasm that racked her beautiful body.

She flooded my face with her pleasure, the juices coating my face, and I felt my body reacting without being touched, felt a second orgasm screaming through my loins with all the force of a subway train hitting a wall. We drank the champagne and explored much that night, until falling asleep exhausted in each other’s arms, soft woman pressed against soft woman. I’d never been that contented, dozing against the hot weight of her breasts, waking up to claim her one last time before I relinquished her to the job she had to return to.

My husband doesn’t know, but since then I’ve made preparations to leave him. I don’t care about the money anymore. All I know is next Valentine’s Day, I know where I want to be: at Sabrina’s home, bearing a bottle of champagne and the chocolates she loves. After all, a cherry can be a girl’s best friend.

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Gwens Bountiful Buttocks

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The rain fell hard and steady that weekend afternoon. My lover, Gwen, and I had planned to spend the day walking up and down Michigan Avenue checking out the store window displays and, perhaps, stopping in here and there to make a purchase. After window shopping, we would find a café just off the avenue for a bite to eat while we talked and enjoyed each other’s company. But the poor weather changed all that. I’m not too sad about it, though. Instead of being out in public, we stayed in and ended up having a very good day.

Gwen is a stunningly beautiful woman. For those of you who care about such things, Gwen has very dark skin, short kinky hair, is rather tall, and has a somewhat pear-shaped figure. She’s got a lovely face with large eyes that can be soulful, mischievous or piercing, and luscious full lips, firm natural 34-B breasts with nipples the color of black licorice, sleek arms with long delicate fingers, a taut flat belly, wide hips (at least 40 inches), and long legs with tapering thighs and shapely calves. Gwen is a serious amateur dancer and so she has flexibility throughout her body and her arms and legs are very powerful without being bulky. To me, she defines femininity.

I, on the other hand, am a white man, more than 6 feet tall, rather muscular, but with the beginnings of that spare tire all men seem to develop at some point in their lives. As for looks, I consider myself to be average looking at best. I enjoy working out with weights, taking long walks along the lakefront, listening to music, and reading mystery novels. And, of course, I love spending time with Gwen and every day I’m thankful that Gwen continues to spend her life with me.

Gwen and I are both in our mid 50’s and we’ve been together for more than 25 years. We’re not married, but our relationship is more solid that many married couples’. Part of our success together is a very satisfactory sex life. I figure that during a typical week we’ll have some form of sex at least 10 times. That’s a minimum of 520 acts of erotic touching, talking dirty to each other, and good old oral, genital and/or anal sex every year. Sometimes we’ll spice up our love life by including another man (for her) or woman (for me) or couple (for us). On rare occasions Gwen will bed a strange man and I might fuck some unknown woman. You may think we’d be angry and hurt by this, but the opposite is true. She’ll tell me about what it felt like to have a stranger’s cock inside her body and I’ll tell her all about being in some slut’s mouth, cunt and ass. It makes us that much more horny for each other and we end up acting like teenagers and fucking every which way through the night!

Now back to the story. On that particular rainy day, Gwen decided to practice her dance routine. I’m a lousy dancer, but I thoroughly enjoy watching Gwen. She makes it look so natural and effortless, even thought I know she’s working very hard. Gwen exudes a definite style and grace in her movements. Naturally, my motives for watching her are not all innocent! When Gwen practices, she tends to wear form-fitting clothes that cling to her physical attributes very nicely. Of particular interest to me is how her leotard seems to amplify the jiggling of her ample butt. I’ve frequently begged Gwen to practice in the nude, but she says that wouldn’t work because I’d never give her the chance. She’s right, but I have to ask because one day she just might agree!

Anyway, I watched Gwen do her stretches and then begin her dance. I was very turned on by her and started to rub my cock through my pants. Gwen saw me and smiled. I often play with myself while watching her dance (or cook or do the laundry or sit in a chair reading a book). Soon I had my pants and BVDs off and was stroking my penis where she could see it. Sometimes her routine brought her near to where I was sitting and she would blow me a kiss or very lightly touch the head of my cock with her long sculpted fingers. That always gave me a jolt like electricity, but it was never enough to make me cum. I reached out and grabbed for her ass as she swept by.

Gwen continued to practice for about an hour. When she finished, there was a glow about her that made her appear more beautiful and sexy than usual. I could have jumped her right then, but Gwen wanted to take a hot bath to relax her muscles. She asked me to join her in our bedroom in 30 minutes.

That half-hour passed much too slowly. My cock was oozing pre-cum and I desperately wanted to shoot my load, but I called up every reserve of willpower that I had and waited. Finally time was up and I entered our bedroom. Gwen was lying facedown on the bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread apart and I could clearly make out the bright pink slash between her dark chocolate thighs. She asked me to massage her legs and back. I started with her calves and ankles and feet. She oohed and aahed and seemed to melt in my hands as I rubbed her feet. Next, I gently but firmly rubbed and kneaded her back. Then I spent at least 10 minutes on each thigh. Of course, there was the accidental (on purpose) touching of Gwen’s labia and opening of her vagina. My cock was at its maximum length and hardness and yet it seemed more blood was trying to flow in than my penis could hold. Large drops of pre-cum landed all over Gwen’s legs and back.

As I was finishing with her thighs, Gwen asked me to massage her butt cheeks. My prayers were answered! I started slowly, trying to pace myself, but soon I knew it was a lost cause. I squeezed and gathered up the fleshiness of each cheek with my hands. I kissed and licked her skin. Her butt cheeks were contradictions in sensations, both firm and soft, pliable yet hard, smooth yet covered with goose bumps. Before long, I parted those big cheeks and stuck my tongue into the muskiness of her asshole. I licked and nipped with my teeth all around her anus and up and down her ass crack. She was twitching her hips and moaning with pleasure. After several minutes of oral stimulation I got on my knees and slowly pushed my prick past her sphincter. Gwen had a look of pure delight on her face. I kept pushing until there was nowhere left to go. Then I slowly withdrew and as the head of my cock was about to pop out, I pushed back in. I repeated this maybe 15 times before I felt the unmistakable rush of cum racing through my shaft. I plunged in one last time and shot my semen deep into Gwen’s bowels. She must have felt my ejaculation because she gave out a primal moan and clamped her ass shut in her own orgasm.

After my cock softened, I pulled out of Gwen’s lovely ass. She rolled onto her side and gave me a long soul kiss. Then she went into the bathroom and came back with a small bowl of water, soap and a hand towel. Gwen lovingly washed my cock of our combined juices. She carefully dried my penis and took the dirty water back to the bathroom. Gwen came back and stood before me. Her tits were swollen and her shaved pussy was hot with arousal. She kneeled on the bed and lowered her cunt to my face and I began at least a half hour of cunnilingus. She came at least twice, drenching my face with her vaginal juices each time. Then she licked and nibbled and suckled on my cock until I unloaded into her mouth. We spent the rest of the day naked, completely comfortable with each other. That evening Gwen asked me to fuck her hard in her pussy and ass and I was happy to oblige. An hour or so later we fell asleep totally contented.

I so happy and lucky to have Gwen, the love of my life!

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Nineteenth Birthday Present

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It was the night before my nineteenth birthday, and, hell, had I waited long enough.

And I’m babysitting. Kids snoring in bed; me, alone watching a film downstairs when the door opens and the guy, hmmm, we’ll call him, hell, we’ll call him ‘you’ and his missus walk in. Home early. Her not well… Overindulged (hic), maybe… She goes straight upstairs, barely acknowledging me, and I hear her crash down onto the bed in the room above me. Small houses these. No secrets here,

The guy, you, you say I can stay and finish the film, pours a drink… Asks if I fancy a cider… Yeah, yeah, at almost 19 I’ve been drinking for four years or more already… And you hand me a can, cracking it open as you do so… Sit down next to me. Close enough. Far enough away.

I can smell you. Sweet, rum maybe, but my nose ain’t as refined as it’s going to be, smoky. And, not meaning to, I chew my bottom lip and pour a swig of cider down. You, I can feel you next to me, dark, moody, and I think you might be looking at me, but when I peer discreetly out of the corner of my eye, nope, your eyes are staring at the TV screen, not noticing me, now talking. Indifferent. And I push my arse back into the cushion behind me and relax.

It’s a bog-standard rom-com, a 90s film I just caught on the TV. I’ve got work tomorrow and I should be going but the cider slips down nicely, and you, though not watching get us both another drink, picking up a DVD on the way. Waving it at me, you ask if it’s okay to change, and I say cool as I take the can. Now I’m watching you, openly, just curious. You, still no interest in me, in talking, you sit down, a little closer. Warm.

I pluck up my courage and ask what we’re watching. You shrug. You don’t really know. A buddy leant you it, and then you just wink, all casual, told you to watch it with a girlfriend sometime. And I’m a girl, hell, a woman, aren’t I, and we both smile, laugh, and I take a sip.

Now you aren’t, this I know, the kind of guy to lure your babysitter into watching hardcore porn, because, baby that would be bad, you a married man and all. But something just a bit softer, a storyline slightly above, Chloeville and her amazing turkey baster. Something with a bit of story, tension… And we sit and there’s a tension all right. Tangible. Fucking tangible.

And you ask how’s my drink and I tell you good, and you, all Mr Moral-Protective say that’s it though. Two ciders. We’ve got to look after me, and you look at me for the first time right in the eyes, and I just melt and try to keep that gaze. And the cider helps me do so for a short while, until my eyelids close a little and I look down, biting my lip.

On the screen the young woman, older than me, I guess, by a year or two, early twenties maybe, goes back into the room marked staff only, with some shop assistant guy who looks like an ape, though a sexy one. You reach up your hand, all slow, and touch my chin, lift up my gaze, and you tell me I’m beautiful and to watch out for shop assistant guys who look like apes, because they’re only after one thing, and I am way too precious for that. Way too precious. And slower, slower than I can write, you do this, just looking at me, your eyes darting round my face, eating me up.

And gentle-gentle, you, your lips come down and kiss me, so soft, barely a touch, and I melt some more, don’t think, just go, with you.

And you pat your lap, tell me to come sit on you, and me, I hesitate, all nervous. But you kiss me again, you do, and my body just moves to sit on you, and we sit, pointing at the screen, where Fay Wray is kissing King Kong, his hands up her shirt, pulling out perfect breasts, sucking on them, while his hand rubs at her crotch, up her thigh.

You turn me round to face you, and you kiss me, full on, me astride you, and you stop and you just look. You pull up my t-shirt, my arms stretch above my head, bra underneath, and I feel you stir underneath me, mixing with you kissing me so hard now and one hand undoing my bra, and I just move my hips back at you, an unconscious response, and it all just goes at once.

There’s a shout from upstairs. Your wife, rude, rude, asks if you’ve taken the babysitter home and you, finger in front on my lips, shout that we’re just watching the end of the movie and she goes silent, and we pause. And then we move again. You, kissing me, my face, my breasts, me just letting you and gently gently moving still so I feel you, under your jeans, growing up against me.

And you flip me over onto the couch, you move the crotch of my knickers to one side, and me I’m so fucking wet and ready you just pull down your zip and you put your hand softly over my mouth and ease your way in. I glance at the screen where shop-boy is fucking his princess up against a wall in a room full of tins. And I feel you inside me, all gentleness gone, but feeling so fucking good. Murmuring, you, about showing me what a real man’s like and how you just want to fuck me so badly. In my ear. And all I can see and hear and smell and feel and taste is you, fucking sensory overload, man…

And this isn’t going to take long, but that’s cool, because, hell, you, this’ll happen again, soon, when you drive me home, and put your hand on my thigh, rub at me, already so fucking wet from you, with you. Just fucking dripping with you. And again. And again, maybe, til me, I outgrow you.

But for now, you fuck me on that couch. Me, quiet, learning, e-n-j-o-y-i-n-g. Pounding away inside of me, murmuring in my ear, you, until, oh yes, you just catch your breath and I feel those last few thrusts and you come inside me. Pause awhile. Roll off. Straighten us out. Kiss me, all hush, and head for the car.

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Two Girls On The Beach

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It was about 1130am on a hot March mid-week day in Perth, Western Australia. I am a 30 year old male, and was heading to a small beach about 40kms north for a day of sunbathing. I tend to go to this beach as it’s a short walk across and around rocks to the beach from the carpark, so it doesn’t get too busy, even on weekends. When I say it doesn’t get busy, usually you only see the odd person or 2, so it allows me to work on my all over tan without heading to the official nude beach further down the coast. Plus, sometimes you get lucky and you get to perve on a young mother or group of sexy young coeds sunning themselves topless, or even better nude. As it’s not a nude beach, people that do swim topless or nude are generally left alone to enjoy the suns rays in peace without the fear of being perved or pestered by dirty old men.

Anyway, as I was rock hopping across the rocks I notice 2 girls (one brunette, one blonde, both the same height at about 5 foot 10’) walking a couple of hundred meters in front of me. All of a sudden, the hat in the brunette’s bag falls out and drops to the sand, and the owner is unaware that the hat was missing.

By the time I get to where the hat was, I glance up the beach and see the girls setting themselves up behind a small sand mound a couple of hundreds meters up the beach, near where I usually go. It wasn’t hard to see where they were as there wasn’t anyone else on the beach on this glorious summer’s day. I pick up the hat with the intensions of returning the hat to its owner once I get to where they are sunning themselves on my way to my sunning place.

As I approached them, I noticed that they had already removed their bikini tops and were rubbing tanning lotion into their young skin. Both girls were beautiful, and either had a day off university or work. I estimate they would have been about nineteen or twenty years old, both with lovely tanned skin and perk boobs that stood straight out like proud beacons.

‘This is your hat, I saw it fall out of your bag a few hundred metres back’, I said. ‘Thanks’ said the brunette, ‘I didn’t even notice that it fell out’. Myself, the blonde and brunette made small talk for a minute or two, without the girls covering themselves up. Trying not to be obvious, I was happy they didn’t as I could have boned up right there and then without thinking too hard about it. They introduced themselves as Nicole (the brunette) and the blonde was Lisa. I was just about to leave when Lisa was frantically search through her bag ‘Damn, I left the SPF 30 suntan lotion back home, looks like we only got the tanning lotion (which is about SPF 4, which you can easily burn under the sun)’. I could see they were concerned about this, so I volunteered mine saying ‘I usually carry 2 bottles of lotion just in case, you are welcome to use this one (handing it to them) and return it when you are finished, I will just be working on my tan just over there. Plus I don’t want you burning your lovely bodies’. ‘Thanks, that’s really kind’, they said in unison.

On that, I walked about 30 metres away and laid my towel out in a small sand depression, where I could see the girls and they could see me. Watching them finish off applying lotion to themselves was erotic to say the least, as I stripped down to my bathers and standing there, slowly applied lotion to my body. I am particularly careful about ensuring that I am covered, however there is always a small section on my back that I can’t reach.

I glanced across to see what the girls were doing, who were stretched out, Lisa on her back and Nicole on her stomach. I had a feeling Nicole was watching me, so with a quick hand movement I removed my bathers and laid down on my towel. It was liberating to feel the sun on my bum, and I rubbed sunburn cream in just in case. Just as I finished, I glanced out of the corner of my eye, and noticed that Nicole had nudged Lisa and both were looking in my direction, having a good perve themselves, not that I minded though as I am a bit of an exhibitionist.

After about 15 minutes I was getting ready to turn over and tan my chest and stomach, I see Nicole getting up and with my sunburn cream in hand, walk over to me. I remain on my stomach, and Nicole sits down on the corner of my oversized towel and returns my cream. We chit chat for a few minutes, when she said she is now going for a swim, and am I going to join her in the water. With that, I stand up, grab her by the hand and stride off to the water. I could see she was glancing at my cock as we went towards the water, and then dove into the cool waters. Nicole yells out to Lisa, who rolls over, stands up and approaches the water. I am amazed how her breast are rock hard, and point straight ahead. She enters the water and swims across to where Nicole and I are. The water is only chest deep, so it’s not a problem for all three of us to stand.

The conversation got around to nude sunbathing and swimming. Both girls said they usually only go topless on the beach, sometimes in G-Strings, but not nude. They said they were a little hesitant, but I insisted it was the only way to swim, and how liberating it was, and suggested they should try it. They were a little hesitant, but Nicole said why not and removed her bikini bottom. She kicked away on her back, and I could just see her bush, which looked trimmed and neatly shaved. With that, Lisa removed hers as well. We continued to swim a bit more, and then decided to get out and sun a bit more. The sight of the 2 naked girls leaving the water with their neatly trimmed bushes was nearly too much for me, and luckily I didn’t have a weak heart. Nicole suggested I get my towel and come and join them. I didn’t need a second invitation, and went to get my towel, quickly. As I got back, the girls were still drying themselves. I laid my towel out, and Nicole laid hers out on my left, and Nicole on my right. I was a little surprised that I was sandwiched between them, but didn’t mind.

I laid down on my stomach, and asked if one of the girls would apply some cream into my back. Both said yes, but Nicole was first to it, rubbing cream into my shoulders and upper back. Lisa, who didn’t want to be left out, grabbed some cream and rubbed it into my lower back and then went even further and rubbed it into my bum cheeks, every now and then just brushing my arsehole and balls. I was feeling like a king at this point. The girls finished, and laid down on their stomachs, and said they needed cream as well. I kneed up, and my cock was now enlarging but only into a semi state. I pushed my leg against Nicole’s thigh, and started rubbing cream into her back. She didn’t mind when I massaged cream with both hands into her firm bum, and down her legs. She moaned with approval, and a sweet ‘Thanks’ was whispered as I finished. I then moved across to Lisa and started rubbing cream into her. Lisa jumped slightly when I started rubbing cream into her bum, but also voiced her approval when I finished. I then laid down, not quite believing how lucky I was to get my hands on two such hotties.

After about 5 minutes, I rolled over onto my back, and started rubbing cream into my chest. Just as I started, Nicole said ‘let me’. I transferred the rest of the cream I had on my hand to hers, and she expertly started rubbing cream into me. It felt like heaven.

Lisa, again not wanting to be left out, stayed on her stomach but started rubbing cream into my shoulder. Nicole worked her way down towards my feet, and stopped to lift my cock from side to side, stroke it a couple of times with cream, and then massage my balls. She said ‘you can’t be too careful now, as the sun can get anywhere.’ I nodded with approval.

Nicole then rubbed the rest of the cream into her breasts, and laid back. She then reached across and started stoking and playing with my balls. I moved my hand across and started sliding it through her trimmed bush, until I found her lips wide and waiting. I started moving my hand and working her pussy with expert technique from years of practice. I moved my other hand onto Lisa, down her bum (she shivered as I touched her arsehole), and found her pussy as well. Soon Lisa’s juices were now flowing as well as I inserted a couple of fingers into her. So here I was lying on my back with an absolute huge erection by now, Lisa on her stomach with my hand rubbing and probing her pussy, and Nicole on her back with me fingering her love hole.

Shortly both girls were starting to buck and raise their bums up and down, and moaning with sweet ‘ohhh yehs’, and ‘oh my god’. Nicole started moaning louder, and I knew she was cumming soon. ‘I never believed nude sunbathing could be this good’ Lisa moaned, who was also starting to leak heavily and on her way to a mighty orgasm. Then all of a sudden, both girls started to buck violently and moaned and yelled their way to huge orgasms both at the same time.

‘WOW’ they both said shakingly. At that Lisa leaned across and started kissing me, and Nicole raised herself to her knees, and took my cock in her mouth and swallowed me whole. I nearly came there and then. Lisa then moved down to my cock as well, and both girls started to work on me. They were taking it in turns, Nicole would swallow me, then slide her mouth off, and then Lisa would do the same. They had obviously done this before, which was absolutely breathtaking.

I couldn’t hang on any longer and said ‘I’m cumming’. With that, Lisa who was currently going down on me, sucked even harder and stayed with her lips locked around the base of my shaft. Kaboom went the first load into the back of Lisa’s throat like a rocket shooting to the moon as she withdrew her mouth and Nicole quickly replacing her mouth where Lisa’s just was. Nicole cleaned up the rest of the cum explosions which had now subsided to a trickle.

At that, both girls leaned across to one another, and kissed each other passionately on the lips, giving each other deep tongue tickles. I felt myself getting hard again at the sight of both of them enjoying each other’s company.

They then both laid down next to me, and cuddled in and started kissing me. I was now turning my head from side to side and kissing them passionately. I could taste the salty cum on their breathe, but eagerly kissed them hard. After a bit of this, they both laid back and we all started giggling and throwing statements like ‘wow, that was great’, ‘I have never orgasmed so hard before’, etc.

After we had all calmed down, we all got up and went for another nude swim and refreshed ourselves. We stayed like this for another hour, resting and relaxing on the sand, gently stroking each other and rubbing more sunburn lotion into each other.

As it was now nearly approaching 2pm, the wind started to come in, and we made plans to leave.

As we got back to the carpark, we exchanged addresses and planned drinks that night at a hotel and then both agreed to sleep over (another story) at my place. We also made a date for another day at the beach, and after that night, it was to be another fuckin good beach day.