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Seçil ve arkadaşları 2: İDİL
Ezgi ile sağlam bir sex hayatına giriş yapmıştık. Hemen her yerde sevişiyorduk. Banyoda, mutfak tezgahında, salonda. Hatta bir keresinde balkonda Ezgi’yi sikmiştim. Salonda takıldığımız bir akşam yan dairede oturan teyze gelip gülerek “biraz yavaş gençler” diye bizi uyarmıştı 🙂 Bu sırada telefonumda Seçil’e ait yüzlerce cevapsız arama ve “seni seviyorum”,”lütfen görüşelim özür dilerim” tarzı mesajlar vardı. Hiç birine cevap vermiyordum. Ezgi ile hardcore takıldığımız bir gece yatakta sarılıp uyumuştuk. Sabah telefonumun sesiyle uyandım. Kayıtlı olmayan bir numara arıyordu. Telefonu açtım. Arayan Seçil’in yakın arkadaşı İdil’di “görüşebilir miyiz lütfen konuşmamız lazım” dedi. Bende “Seçil gelmeyecekse olur” dedim. İdil “söz veriyorum gelmeyecek” dedi. İdil’i Ezgi’nin evine yakın bir cafeye çağırdım. Ezgi uyuyordu duş alıp hazırlanıp çıktım.

Cafeye gittim İdil daha gelmemişti. Bir filtre kahve ve yiyecek bir şeyler alıp boş bir masaya oturdum. Çok geçmeden İdil geldi. Seçil’in kötü olduğunu, barışmak istediğini söyledi. Hiç bir şey söylemeden İdil’i dinledim. Sonunda “bittiyse bir şartım var” dedim. İdil “evet dinliyorum” dedi. Gayet cool bir şekilde “benimle bir gece geçireceksin” dedim. İdil sinirlenmişti “saçmalama lütfen şaka mı yapıyorsun” dedi. Ben istifimi bozmadan “sen bilirsin konuşman bittiyse ben kalkıyorım” dedim. İdil “sen tam bir pisliksin defol” dedi. Cafeden çıkıp gittim. Akşam telefonum çaldı arayan İdil’di. Açmadım bir kaç sefer daha aradıktan sonra mesaj attı “şartını kabul ediyorum” yazmıştı. Bende “yarın aynı cafede buluşalım” yazdım.

İdil ile cafede aynı masada oturduk. İdil’e gülerek “Seçil çok şanslı sen çok iyi bir arkadaşsın” dedim. İdil sinirli bir şekilde “çeneni kapatır mısın?” dedi. Ben güldüm “sinirlenince daha da sexy oluyorsun” dedim. Ardından bu akşam otelde kalacağımızı söyledim. İdil “akşam olmaz hem ailem izin vermez hem de erkek arkadaşıma hesap veremem” dedi. Ben “eee nasıl olacak peki” dedim. İdil “şimdi gidelim otele ne olacaksa olsun” dedi. Cafeden kalkıp otele geçtik. Bir oda tutup odaya çıktık. İdil çok gergindi. Ben gülerek “soyunsana” dedim. İdil soyunmaya başladı. Bir an duraksayıp “yapamayacağım” diyerek tekrar üstünü giyinirken “uzatma bence soyun” dedim ve soyunmasına yardımcı olup çırılçıplak soydum. İdil eliyle göğüslerini ve vajinasını kapatmaya çalışıyordu. Bende soyundum. İdil’i yatağa yatırıp bacaklarını omuzlarıma aldım. Aletimi vajinasına sürtüyordum. İdil zevke gelmişti. Vajinasına sokup çıkarmaya başladım. Gidip geliyordum. İdil göz yaşları içinde zevkin doruklarına çıkıyordu. Zevk almaya başlamıştı. “Mmm, mmm” diye kedi gibi inliyordu. Sert sikmeye başlamıştım. Hayatının seksini yaşatıyordum İdil’e. İdil’e ilk postayı atmıştım. İdil “bitti mi? tamam mı?” demişti. Ben gülerek “elimden bu kadar kolay kurtulamazsın” dedim. İkinci posta daha acılı olacaktı İdil için. Doggystyle pozisyonunda domaltıp kalçalarını tokatlaya tokatlaya sikiyordum. İdil çıldırmıştı altımda. Göz yaşları yerini acı ve zevk çığlıklarına bırakmıştı. İkinci postadan sonra yatağa yığılmıştık ikimizde. Bu sırada İdil’in telefonu çaldı arayan erkek arkadaşıydı. Telefonu açıp konuşmaya başladı, bu sırada eliyle bana sus işareti yapıyordu. Ben susuyordum ama uslu durmuyordum. Elimle İdil’in vajinasını okşuyor, göğüslerimi emiyordum. İdil telefonda “aşkım evdeyim” diyordu. Tekrardan bacaklarını omuzlarıma alıp sikmeye başlamıştım. İdil sevgilisiyle konuşurken sikiliyordu, nefes nefese kalmıştı. Zevkten inlememek için kendimi zor tutuyordu. Telefonu kapatınca gülerek “yaa sen ne pislik bir şeysin” dedi. Bende güldüm “hoşuna gidiyor ama değil mi?” dedim. Üçüncü postadan sonra İdil’in bana bakış açısı değişmişti. Koleksiyonumun en nadide parçası olmuştu.

Ertesi gün İdil, erkek arkadaşı ve Seçil ile buluşmuştuk. Seçil boynuma sarılıp “seni çok özledim aşkım” dedi. Ben mesafeli yaklaşıyordum. Seçil’e “seninle barışacağım ama bir şartım var” dedim. İdil o an pot kırıp “yine ne şartın var acaba” dedi. Ben gülerek “bu ilk ve tek şartım” dedim. İdil pot kırdığının farkına varıp gülerek “pardon” dedi. Seçil ve İdil’in sevgilisi tip tip bize bakıyordu. Şartımı söyledim “bir daha o Bilal yavşağıyla görüşmeyeceksin” dedim. Seçil mırın kırın etsede kabul etti. Ardından “bir de İdil’e dua et barışmamız için çok şey yaptı” dedim. Seçil, İdil’e sarılarak “o benim canım yaa” diyerek yanağından öptü. Tüm akşam hep birlikte oturup sohbet ettik. Ardından herkes evlerine dağıldı. Bende Ezgi’ye gidip olanları anlattım. İdil’i siktiğimi söylemedim sadece Seçil ile barıştığımızdan bahsettim. Ezgi’nin suratı düşmüştü. Yarım ağız “barışmanız hayırlı olsun” dedi. Ezgi’nin elinden tutup “saçmalama analarını sikeceğim onların analarını bu daha başlangıç” dedim. Ezgi ile sevişip uyuduk.

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HS Sweetheart Ch. 04

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This is the fourth in a multi-part story about my early experiences with sex. For complete background, see the previous sections of the story. While these ‘HS Sweetheart’ stories are mostly true, I have changed names to protect the not-so-innocent. Please vote if you liked or didn’t like the story and send some feedback.

My memories of the spring of my senior year of high school are mostly filled with Mary Jane. I’m sure that I was deciding where I wanted to go to college and setting up plans for summer jobs, but all I remember is Mary Jane. Mary Jane started off the year, as she had for the past five or six years, as the object of my adolescent fantasies and dreams. Through some stroke of luck or divine blessing, her romantic attention finally turned my way. We started dating coincidentally around her eighteenth birthday in March, and as I’ve described, within weeks she had taught me almost everything there is to know about sex. I’ve since discovered that not all women hide within themselves sexual deviants just waiting for a chance to talk dirty and experience anything and everything sexual, but at the time that is exactly what I had.

Mary Jane didn’t just love sex, she WAS sex. When she walked into a room, people looked at her and could feel it. I saw it happen to men and to women. First their eyes would linger just a little longer than necessary and Mary Jane’s figure. Then they would return their gaze to scan up and down her body a few times. I could always see their features soften a little bit as the stress from whatever was on their minds melted away at the presence of the vixen standing near them. The last step was always the biggest turn on. No matter how old or what gender, as long as they were old enough to be thinking about sex at all, all people given enough exposure to Mary Jane, would start to fantasize. I would watch as their mouths relaxed and tongues came out to lick their lips. Depending on the weather I would watch nipples harden on women’s breasts and bulges grow in men’s pants. Watching it all made my own dick stiffen slightly. Even if these people weren’t turned on by her in particular, she made everyone around her think of sex.

Of course, for me thinking of sex and thinking of her were one and the same. As soon as I saw her 38-24-34 hourglass figure approaching, my thoughts drifted off to the times we had spent together worshiping each others bodies. She liked for me to fuck her tits and cum on her face on a regular basis, and allowed me to fuck her in any position I could name or describe. We had plenty of opportunity, since her parents were often out of town and her father owned one of the finest porn collections I’ve ever seen. We liked to watch the movies and duplicate the scenes. We had a few that were our favorites that we watched frequently, but occasionally she would send me to pick a new one randomly from his porn closet. As you can imagine, she was a distraction at school. It got to the point were I had to make sure to sit in front of her, where I couldn’t see her, so that I would be able to concentrate on the class instead of imagining new ways to get my cock buried in her willing body.

We were finally completely out about our relationship. My parents weren’t too thrilled about it, mainly since they wanted me to focus on my school work. I think it was just that my father spent a little too much time looking at Mary Jane, so my mother didn’t like to have her around. It was good to not go sneaking around and lying, but unfortunately my parents now monitored my activities a lot more. Rightfully so, they worried if we had too much undisturbed time alone together. We made up some stories, and while they thought I was staying late at school for band rehearsals, I was usually watching Mary Jane’s tits bounce as she rode up and down my cock.

As the year came close to ending, the only thing on any junior or senior’s mind was prom. I luckily had my date all lined up, but I wanted the night to be special. I knew I was practically guaranteed another sexual romp with Mary Jane, but I still wanted the night to be special. I had saved up from my allowance and odd jobs throughout the year and arranged to have a limo drive us to dinner and then the prom. I also got us reservations at a really fancy place where I was sure we wouldn’t run into anyone else. I was proud to walk around with Mary Jane, but I didn’t need all those eyes staring at our every move and word. I had kept the plans for the evening a secret, so I was looking forward to her reaction when the limo pulled up in front of her house with me in the back.

When she answered the door I couldn’t speak. She always looked great, but she had clearly gone to special effort this time. Her hair was done in spiral curls that fell about her face, and the only make-up I could detect on her perfect face was the glossy bright red lipstick. The dress was unbelievable. Mary Jane often had problems finding good clothes because of her petite frame and busty measurements. She had found a dress canlı bahis that made her look like a movie star. It was a sparkling emerald dress with matching heels, and though it seemed to defy gravity, it was strapless. It was simultaneously modest and sultry. The design wasn’t so outrageous, but the fact that it was containing her magnificent bosom without any straps made it a vision of sex appeal.

“Ummm… I’m up here,” she said with a smile. It was her classic ‘stop staring at my tits’ line.

I managed to extract my eyes from her cleavage and headed up her chest, intending to look her in the eyes. She was still smiling, and my eyes caught on her ruby red lips. She was still talking and I suddenly was fixated on the red lips, white teeth, and pink tongue. I knew from experience the pleasure that lived in that mouth, and I started to deliberate taking her inside and getting in a quickie before dinner.

“Hey! Up here!” I saw that sexy mouth say. “This isn’t going very well. Do you need a cold shower??” I finally broke the spell despite lingering thoughts of a circle of red lipstick around the base of my cock..

Her beautiful eyes smiled back at me. “Sorry… I was just a little distracted. You look great! Where did you get that dress? It’s amazing!”

She put on her best Scarlett voice “Why Thank You! This old thang? I found it in my sisters closet and made a few alterations. You like?” She spun around, showing me the rear view.

I laughed and said “a few alterations? That must be an understatement.” Her sister was a B cup, tops. “I love the dress. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, just let me get my purse and we’ll… is that a limo?”

“Your chariot awaits, my lady.” I had practiced that line for a week. I think I nailed it as she promptly took my arm and we walked down to the car. I helped her in and then climbed in after. I motioned for the driver to proceed and then settled in next to Mary Jane.

She leaned against me, pressing one of her tits into my arm. I always wondered if she knew she was doing it. Either way it turned me on. “You seemed a little distracted back there. Is something wrong? Is something on your mind?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. That dress is just amazing on you. I saw you open the door and my brain kind of froze.” I knew she wouldn’t mind. In fact she usually took it as a complement.

“What’s so distracting about this dress?” she asked. As she did, she leaned forward slightly, exposing even more of her cleavage to me.

“It’s just really sexy.”

“What’s so sexy about it? If you don’t tell me, how will I know what to wear in the future?” She got really close and my face was only inches from a wide expanse of titflesh. “You can tell me, what is so sexy about this dress?”

Even though I knew she wanted to hear it, I still felt nervous exposing my feelings to her. I guess that is all part of the game.

“Umm… It really shows off your body.” I thought that would do it, but she started to pout and pull away. She was always trying to encourage me to be more expressive. Once we got things going, I always managed to open up and say what was on my mind, but in general I was a very reserved, shy person. I knew it meant a lot to her if I could just stop holding back and let it out. “I mean…” I had to convince myself to go for it, “your tits look really hot!” I took her smile and nod as an encouragement to continue. “They really are pushed up and out. I can barely look without imagining them bursting out for me to play with.”

“What else, lover?” she knew there was more. “There was something else that kept you from looking into my eyes.” She pursed her lips and extended the tip of her tongue only slightly.

“It was your lips, Mary Jane. They look so shiny and soft, and they contrast with the white of your teeth and pink of your tongue. It makes me want to get lost in your mouth. Okay… I confess, I was daydreaming of taking you inside and using that hot red mouth properly. I was imagining seeing those ruby red lips stretched around my cock.” It was making me hard to talk like that, and she could tell. She kissed the air in front of me and leaned close to my ear.

“Take it out,” she said with her smoky sexy voice. “Take out your cock.”

I had my rented tux unbuttoned and unzipped in seconds. My hardening cock stiffened in the cool air. Mary Jane brought her head down to my dick. She gave my cock a hot open mouth kiss on the head and then swirled her pink tongue around the rim. I moaned “oh yeah… this is so hot.”

Mary Jane gave one last loud kiss then pulled away. I started to whimper just a little, but then she said “Don’t worry lover. I don’t want to mess up my make-up just yet, but I’m going to make all your dreams come true. I have a few surprises of my own in store for you. Just try to keep yourself contained until after the prom and then the real fun begins!” She whispered while casually stroking my cock.

I wanted her to keep going, but I didn’t want to walk into the restaurant bahis siteleri with a bulge in my pants, so I gently pushed her away and said “Unless you want me to explode before the party even starts, you’re going to have to go a little easier on my poor cock. He wants you enough as it is. I’m hardly going to be able to look at you without thinking of sex. Then again, that’s how it is everyday. I suppose I can do it for a few hours.” Then I started looking out the window and noticed we were close. “We should be eating dinner soon. Are you hungry?”

She looked me directly in the eyes and said seriously “I’m hungry for your cock. Do you think that’s on the menu?” She saw the shocked expression on my face and started laughing. “Sorry! Sorry, I know what kind of effect that has on you. I’ll try to keep the animal inside. Yes… I am hungry…”

“Good,” I replied, blushing slightly, “We’re here. Let’s eat.”

We had a fabulous dinner in a really fancy place. It was almost embarrassing how extravagant everything was. As expected, we didn’t run into anyone else we knew. As it was, Mary Jane was turning enough heads and causing enough controversies. I saw at least a dozen couples where the man was so distracted that the woman had to snap him out of it physically. There were even two couples who ended up storming out. On their way out, the women invariably glared at us and the men were always trying to get one more look at Mary Jane. All the excitement made me feel special for being close to her, but she always seemed to ignore it. I could never tell if it annoyed her or excited her to have that affect on people.

While we looked at the menus Mary Jane whispered to me, “Are you sure you can afford this? Have you seen the menu?”

“Don’t worry. Get whatever you want, I’ve been saving up for tonight.” In truth I couldn’t afford it. I was going to blow a couple months of savings on this one evening. It was all worth it though, if there was some more ‘blowing’ going on before the evening ended.

“You’re so good to me,” Mary Jane said. “I just hope I get a chance to be good to you, too.” She winked at me.

I don’t really remember what we talked about at dinner. I just kept wondering what sort of surprises she was planning. We hadn’t discussed any plans or fantasies together, and she hadn’t mentioned anything earlier about this being a big night. By the time dinner ended and we were walking out to the car, I was burning with curiosity. As we walked I slid my arm down her back until my hand grabbed her ass. She jumped a little but then settled back down.

“So, what kind of excitement do you have planned for us?” I squeezed her ass a little to encourage her to tell me.

“Now now, you know a secret is only fun as long as it is a secret. You’ll find out in good time.” She swatted my hand away and reached to hold it in her own hand.

“Can I have a hint?”

“Well… I was thinking that we could try an experiment. So it is going to be something new. I didn’t invent anything, it’s just new to me.”

“Is it new to me?”

She looked into my eyes. “Honey, everything is new to you.”

We got into the limo and rode to the prom. On the way I tried not to stare at her. I was really turned on by all the anticipation and almost wanted to skip the prom and move straight into the after-prom festivities. She kept posing for me and giggling at my condition. Finally she slid over close to me and snuggled against my arm.

“I’ve really been thinking a lot about our relationship,” she started. “You really are something special, and I think that we have a really great thing going here.”

“Yeah?” I wasn’t sure where this had come from.

“I just want to be sure that you feel the same way, too. I don’t want to get too involved only to find out I was being a fool.”

I was not at all sure what she was thinking. She obviously had something on her mind. Every now and then she got a little insecure and needed to hear about my feelings. I was always completely sincere with her, and I had developed what I thought were true feelings for her. Looking back, I realize that those feelings in the beginning were helped a lot be the frequent and intense opportunities to get into her pants. At the time, however, I thought it was the real deal, so I told her.

“I’m completely there with you, Mary Jane. I wasn’t sure what was going on or how to transition from you being my ultimate crush to you being my girlfriend, but I think I’ve figured it out. I think about you almost all the time, and I only want to protect you and make you smile. You aren’t a fool. You’re my angel.”

“Really, I’m your angel?” she looked at me with perfect brown doe-eyes.

“Yeah… my angel. You represent perfect beauty and love, and you watch over me when I sleep. How else do you explain how you end up in my dreams. At the same time, it’s my little secret that sometimes you’re no angel at all. And as long as you share that side with me only, you’ll be my perfect angel.”

She bahis şirketleri rested against my arm and said “You’re amazing. How did I get so lucky to end up here with you?”

“I’m the lucky one, Mary Jane.”

“You just go on believing that, but I thank God everyday that you stand next to me and give me your love. I know I don’t deserve it, so I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you in my life.” She was really holding on to me now. Sometimes she got really scared about being alone. I think it was left over from rocky times in her parents’ marriage when she was five. She claimed her mother and father took turns staying away for weeks at a time, leaving in the morning and not coming back until the fight cooled off. Who knows what actually happened, but filtered through a five-year-olds need for security and permanence, it left her with strong abandonment issues.

“I’m not going anywhere, Mary Jane. I’m all yours.”

She smiled and said. “You always know what to say. And it always works.” She looked out the window. “We’re here! Wow, look at how they decorated it!”

We rolled up to the prom, got out, and made our way inside.

We spent the prom dancing with each other and talking with friends. Most of the conversations for the evening revolved around who was there with whom, and what everyone was wearing. Some girls had really gone all out and were wearing really fancy, though slutty, dresses. None of them came close, however, to matching Mary Jane’s sheer sexuality. No amount of leg slit or cleavage or skin-tight design could make up the distance. I felt like I was king of the school walking around the prom with this stunning beauty on my arm. Our dancing was getting really hot. On slow numbers I held her close to me. I could feel her breasts pushing into me, and I’m sure she could feel the hardness of my cock against her stomach. She was almost short enough to feel it against the bottoms of her tits, but not quite. As the evening wore on, we added some kissing and then a little groping to the dance routine. After a couple of hours, I had forgotten that anyone else was even there. I probably would have stripped her out of her clothes right there. Somehow I stayed aware enough not to make that mistake.

Mary Jane was also feeling more aroused. I could feel the heat from her pussy emanating out from between her legs. I asked her “Why are you getting so turned on?” It was a bit facetious, my hard cock had been poking her the entire song.

“Mmmhh… I’m just thinking about later.”

“What about later?”

She pulled me closer and brought my head down so she could whisper in my ear. “Are you ready to hear about my secret plans?”

“Yes. If you’re ready to tell me.” I had been imagining what it could be. The only thing I could come up with was that she was going to invite some other people into our hotel room and we would have an orgy. We had seen some movies with group sex in them, but we had never discussed it as an option. I was willing, I just wondered whether Mary Jane would recruit another boy or another girl, and who? Then again, maybe I was just completely wrong. “You said it was something new and exciting. I’ve been turned on all night wondering about it. What is it?”

As Mary Jane whispered, I could actually feel her nipples harden through all our combined layers. I could feel her muscles tense and relax as if she was having a mini-climax right there on the dance floor. “Tonight, I’m going to let you fuck me…” she paused, as if contemplating for the last time, “in the ass.”

If I thought my cock was hard before, I was wrong. NOW it was hard. I could feel myself growing in my pants. I felt bigger than ever. My cock was throbbing just at the thought. “In your ass??” I whispered back. “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

“That’s okay. I can feel how much that excites you. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I saw it on one of my father’s movies and wondered what it would be like. I wanted to save it for a special time and a special person. Now that I know you feel as strongly for me as you do, there couldn’t possibly be a better opportunity.” Mary Jane let me stand up straight and held her body tightly against mine. We finished the dance and we made a quick exit. We were both ready and excited about the prospect of getting my cock into Mary Jane’s back door.

We piled into the limo. Mary Jane told the driver where to go. Here was where her planning picked up and mine ended. She had reserved us a room at a hotel where we would stay until making the rounds of the after-prom breakfasts. She had gone to the hotel earlier in the day to drop off all the ‘supplies’ we were going to need.

“I have to admit I’ve been sort of practicing to get ready for this,” she said shyly.

“Practicing?”

“Well, I read in one of the magazines that it is easy to get hurt if you aren’t ready, so I’ve been ummm… preparing my body to take your dick inside me. I probably wouldn’t have had to bother but you’re pretty big and I was worried it would hurt. I got some lubricant they suggested and some condoms. I know we don’t have to worry about getting pregnant, but the magazine said it is better for everyone all around if we use a condom.”

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“So what were you doing all afternoon while I was slaving over a hot terminal?” Tom’s wife was giving him a cold stare. “Running?”

“Swimming,” he admitted.

“Really?” The stare was getting colder now. “I thought we were going to go now, after the little kids were gone.”

“We can go. No problem.”

“Was it crowded?”

“No. Well, actually I don’t know. I didn’t go to the lake. I went up along the river.”

“So you could skinny dip?” Lucy pulled his shorts down, scowled at the lack of tan line. “Really, you are getting out of control. What if you get caught? What’s going to happen to me? I can see the headlines now — professor’s husband arrested for indecent exposure. Do you know what that would do to my chance to get tenure? What about your career as a big time consultant?”

“I’m careful.”

“Careful!” She snorted in derision. “Going off and swimming buck naked by yourself is careful! What if you drown? I’m spending a lot of money putting you through business school. I expect a return on my investment.” She smiled to show she was only kidding, but he wasn’t so sure.

“I wasn’t alone,” he stammered.

“Not alone! Oh that’s even better! What, you were frolicking around with a bunch of naked college girls?”

“They weren’t naked. It was a couple.”

“What?”

“Well, I was lying there on the shore, and they came over to the other bank of the river. They just set up over there.”

“And you were just lying there naked?”

“Well, I went in swimming. After a while. They were gone when I came back.”

“Great. Just great. They probably went and told the cops they’d just seen Bert the Vert. You’re lucky you weren’t arrested.”

“It wasn’t like that. They were friendly. Come on, let’s go for a swim. You need to get outside for a while.”

“I have to get this presentation printed by the time the limo comes. You want to give me some help. Proofread?”

“Sure.”

But five minutes later, Lucy was leaning against his back, breathing down his neck. “Damn! It’s not fair!”

“You don’t like it when I do this?” She started to kiss the back of his neck.

“I love it when you do that. But then I have to turn around.”

“What’s wrong with turning around?”

“You don’t have to turn around. I can just stay behind you.” He did turn around. She had put on her bathing suit, one of those tiny little bikinis from DSB. “Is a tenured professor supposed to dress like that?”

“Not tenured yet. I have to get through this conference. Then I’ve got a shot.”

“I don’t think your attire is appropriate.” He pulled down the bottom.

“Later. After we swim.” She pushed him away.

“Why?”

“It’s getting late.”

“It won’t take long.”

“You’re going to want to do it after we swim anyway. And then again tonight before the limo comes.”

“You’re going to be away for a week.”

“Four days.”

“Almost a week.”

“Look, I’ve got to get stuff finished up, I’ve got to pack, I haven’t even thought about what to pack, there I people I need to contact to meet out there — I do not have time to spend four hours today fucking.”

“All right, all right.” He gave her a little kiss. “Let’s swim then.”

It was after four, but the sun was still blazing. There was not a hint of breeze. The little walk down to the lake, less than a mile, seemed like a desert safari. As they got closer, the shrill screams of little children were all too evident.

“This is going to suck,” Lucy grumbled. “Why aren’t they heading home to get dinner?”

“Too hot, I guess.” Tom pulled her to the right. “Come on, let’s go over to the river.”

“Tom, I wish you would stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Trying to get me to go to a nude beach. I don’t want to do that, I don’t like to do that. You may be a pervert, but I’m not.”

“It’s not a nude beach. It’s a river bank. No one else will be there. It’s a great place to swim. No little kids to get in the way. It’s really pretty back there.”

So they started on the path that went around the lake, past the strange bare spot where the paint factory had been, past the tennis courts. But where the causeway went over the incoming stream, Tom pulled her to the right again. They walked upriver for about two hundred yards. There was a little sandy stretch of shoreline with an easy wade into the river.

“This is it?” Lucy didn’t wait for an answer. She spread out her towel and sat down.

“This is it.” Tom slipped off his shoes, then his shirt, then his bathing trunks. His wife gave him that little look of disapproval, the same one that she hated so much in her mother. “You’re doing it again,” he said.

“Doing what?”

“Giving me that look.”

“Fuck you.”

“I thought you wanted to swim.”

“I do want to swim.” She peeled off her cover up and waded into the water. There was a sharp dropoff, which she stumbled down, then a channel almost five feet deep. They swam a hundred yards down to the lake, then back canlı bahis to the beach, then another hundred yards the other direction. By that time she was winded, and they floated down to the beach with the current, Tom on his back with an erection sticking up like a little snorkel.

When they got to the little beach, she lay down to bask in the late afternoon sun, but Tom spread his towel over her.

“What are you doing? It’s too hot.” But he was lying behind her. He was pulling down the bottom of bikini. “What are you doing?” But it was pretty obvious what he was doing, or attempting to do. “Wrong hole, wrong hole. Shit.” She started to giggle.

“Oops. Sorry.” Of course, he had only pulled the bathing suit halfway down her cheeks. There was no way he could have found the “right” hole from that position.

“Sure you are. I know how sorry you are. Bastard.”

“You want me to shift?”

“No, just get it over with. Oh shit!”

“What, I’m hurting you?” He had felt her tighten around him. In truth, there had been almost no resistance before. There never had been. He had never dared to question her how she had been trained so well for anal penetration. Someone had paved the way for him, and he was grateful, well, perhaps a bit jealous. Five years they had been married now, and he had the feeling there was still a lot Lucy was hiding from him, things she had done, things she liked to do, things that she did not dare to do with him. All these conferences she went to — they were important for her career. But she always came back with a smug little expression on her face, as if she had just scratched an itch that had been itching for a long time. “Did that hurt?” He pushed against her resistance, broke through it, felt the tip of his penis against the end of her rectum. She squirmed, involuntarily, but only to try to get it to press in a bit deeper, through the channel to her bowels.

“We’ve got company,” she whispered.

Sure enough, a couple had appeared on the far shore. They waved to Tom, and then they were busy stripping off their clothes and wading into the river.

“It’s the same people I saw this morning.”

“I thought they were wearing clothes.”

“They were then.”

“They aren’t now.” The two of them were hugging in the water. Then they were kissing, her arms around his neck. Then her legs were around his waist. The water was turning muddy, churned by their activity.

“They’re fucking,” she said in a gasp. The details were hidden by the muddy water, but there was little doubt.

“So are we,” he pointed out.

“No, dear heart. You are fucking me. I’m just lying here trying to enjoy the sun.”

“You want me to take the towel off?”

“No, I do not want you to take the fucking towel off. I would like you to finish what you’re doing.” So he started to move again. She was staring at the couple in the water. They in turn were staring intently at her. She reached back and pulled away the towel.

“What?” Tom was startled.

“Shut up Tom. Just fuck my fucking asshole.” She had never talked that way to him before, and she said it quite loudly, loud enough that the couple in the water could hear her. They had almost stopped moving now. They were more intent in watching what was happening on the shore. Tom reached his hand down into the front of the bikini, barely brushing the hair beneath, and his wife began to come, with a lot of drama, putting on a little show for her audience. That was enough to carry the other three on to orgasm.

“Let’s get out of here.” She had pulled her bottom back up, she was on her feet, face flushed. She was almost running back down the path and Tom did have to run to catch her.

“Don’t you want to say hello?”

“No, I do not want to fucking say hello. You are not fucking me when we get home.”

“We already did that.”

“Not later. Not tonight. I am really, really pissed.”

“Pissed? Why pissed?”

She did not answer. True to her word, she didn’t let him fuck her when he got home from his class, but she did give him a nice goodbye blow job. Her limo came at three in the morning, and she was off the West Coast for a week.

The next day was rainy. He went for a long run, he played the piano, he studied labour law. Finally he gave in to the growing impatience in his groin, and went into the little bathroom, pressing against the lavatory. He thought about how hot and tight his wife’s asshole had been, what it had felt like to push through into her bowels, how it had felt as her flesh had grown taut and trembling. He thought about how her teeth had felt, scraping down the shaft of his penis, until they were touching his belly. Where had she learned to do that? It had been a couple of years into their marriage before she had shown him how deeply she could take him in, all the way down her throat. None of his other girl friends had been able to do that, at least not with him. He had never even thought to try it, but one night he had just kept pushing, and she had bahis siteleri swallowed him whole, so to speak. He started to wonder what it would be filled with a penis like that, at either end of the digestive system, maybe both at once — and that was the thought that carried him to ejaculation. Flushing in shame, he washed the evidence down the sink.

She had left him a phone message, to say she was okay. She didn’t think she would be back until the hotel until very late, too late for him to call.

The next day was sunny. There was no point in hanging around the apartment. He took a couple of textbooks with him and went down to the river to bask in the sun and study. The little beach was deserted. He was hoping the couple would return, but no such luck. Late in the afternoon, two girls came up the trail, younger girls, townies, in bathing suits. They saw him. No screams, maybe a couple giggles, and they set up shop a hundred feet away. He waited impatiently for them to lose the bikinis, but they went into the water still clothed. He considered putting his shorts back on, but decided they had seen him. They came back out for a few minutes, then, giggling, and took off their tops. Take off your bottoms, kiss each other — he was urging them on, trying to project into their minds. But that was the end of it. They just lay on their backs for a couple on minutes, then turned over onto their stomachs, hiding their breasts. It was getting late. He did pull on his shorts, he gathered up his books, and he strolled past them, on his way back to the lake. They kept their heads down, bodies flat, ignoring him.

It was time for dinner. But when he got to the path around the lake, he turned right instead of left. There was no hurry. He had time to take the long way home.

About half way around the lake, there was a little meadow. He had walked or run through it hundreds of times without incident. That evening, there were a dozen naked people sitting in that meadow. Two of the couples were fucking.

He stopped, he gaped, then he took off his shorts and sat down to watch. One of the couples was sitting facing each other in yoga position, her legs on top of his. She was holding herself up with her arms, with a bit of assistance from his hands under her cheeks. He had tried that once, not with Lucy, without a bit of success, but they looked as if they were enjoying themselves. The other girl was in a more conventional position, on her back, but her legs were so long and skinny, sticking up at such at odd angles, thrashing around, that it was almost more bizarre. Everyone else was pretending not be paying attention to them, so Tom did the same. After a few minutes, yoga girl detached herself and came over to sit next to him. She was still sitting cross legged, wide open and dripping white. Of course, he saw Lucy looking like that all the time. He just wasn’t used to having a total stranger look like that, a stranger with a very nifty little body, not as big as Lucy, but her tits were bigger. She was sitting close enough he could smell her, smell her sweat, the musk of her desire.

She looked at him quizzically. “Do I know you? Haven’t I seen you here before?”

“Maybe,” he blurted. “I run here all the time. Sometimes naked,” he added. “But there were never any nudists here.”

“Certain times of the day,” yoga boy said, almost yawning.

“I don’t know,” Tom said. “Too many people walking by. I know a great place up on the river. Ever been there?” The girl shook her head. “Want to see it?”

He waited breathlessly for an answer. He knew exactly what he was going to do with her on that river beach. Well, not exactly. It wasn’t going to be yoga style. But she shook her head. “Not now. Dinner time.” She started to pull on her clothes.

He looked at his watch. He had not realized how much time had passed in that meadow. He barely had time to get to class. He ran the rest of the way home.

That night, alone in a bed he usually shared, he thought about how close he had come to breaking his wedding vows. He thought about it for a long time, through several ejaculations.

The next day, the sun was shining again. He spent the whole day by the river, but no one else showed up to keep him company. He walked home the long way, but the little meadow was empty. There were no classes that night. Lucy called him, and they talked for a long time. He slept fitfully, full of guilt and desire that he was reluctant to acknowledge.

The next day, the couple returned. They arrived on the other bank, the girl in a one piece bathing suit, the guy wearing trunks, but he took them off and held them over his head as he side stroked across the little river. The girl followed him, still clothed, but she stripped off her suit as soon as she reached his side.

“Hi, mind if we join you?” The guy was leaning down to offer his hand. Tom was staring at the prick that was almost jabbing him in the nose. Well, of course, he’d been a jock in high school and college. He had seen naked guys all bahis şirketleri the time. But not so much so lately. “I’m Jake. And this is Sally.”

“Hi Jake, hi Sally.” They had squatted down on either side of him. “Nice to meet you.” Sure. He shook hands with naked ladies all the time.

“What happened to you wife?” Sally asked. Not girlfriend, wife. How did she know? He realized he was wearing his wedding band. “I was looking forward to meeting her.” There was something about the way she said that, a little drawl, a little smile, that reminded him of the swinger couple that had moved in across the hall, back when they lived in the city.

“She’s away,” he blurted. “At a conference.”

“Too bad.” Sally sighed, and she stretched a little, just enough to show how big her breasts were. “I was hoping to get to know her better.”

“She’s not into that,” Tom blurted again. “At least, that’s what she tells me.”

“Really,” Sally’s drawl was deeper now. “And how about you, Tom?” She leaned forward, and pulled his head toward a nipple. “Are you into that sort of thing?”

He didn’t answer. He just ran his tongue around the nipple. She turned on her side, and he kissed her. She threw one leg over his, and pulled him into her. He hadn’t even been aware of an erection, but he felt her smooth hot flesh sliding around him. Fucking her, he was fucking her, but they weren’t fucking exactly, they were just lying there, in a double ended kiss. He had tried that with Lucy, but she was too short for both ends to match up properly. Sally was taller, just the right size that his tongue could be in her mouth, his prick in her cunt, his fingers up her asshole, his other hand on her tits, yep, he had her all, all at once. There was no hurry to it.

Someone was kissing his back. Someone with bristly lips. It had to be Jake.

“Stay!” Sally whispered, her hand stroking his hair, but her other arm, her legs, were holding him in a death grip. “Stay!”

What choice did he have? And it was true, his struggles were quite feeble. Even though he was getting beard burn, those kisses felt nice. Jake was kissing his neck, Jake’s chest was pressed against his back, Jake’s hands were spreading his cheeks, Jake was pushing a finger up his asshole. No, too thick and soft for a finger. It pressed in, just a little, just enough to let him know how nice it would be to have it pressed in a little more.

“Does that hurt?” Jake’s voice was a murmur behind his ears.

“No.” He could feel how slippery it was back there. Jake was oozing into him, preparing the way. He felt a bit of pressure, a little pain, then flesh sliding into him. The sensation was electrifying. He gave a gasp, more of a scream.

“I’m hurting you?”

“No!” It didn’t hurt. It didn’t feel like anything he had felt before. He remembered the wonder of his first ejaculation, the hot fluid rushing up from somewhere unknown, the uncontrolled spurt of it, how sticky it had been, sweet and chalky. This was as much of a surprise. His balls were on fire, no, somewhere behind his balls, somewhere he had never realized existed. Jake started to slide in and out, rubbing on that sweet spot. He had to come, he needed desperately to ejaculate. Each stroke was demanding that, but instead of coming his penis was doing dry heaves, straining as if it were about to spurt, tingling as if it were about to spurt, but nothing was coming out. At least not enough. He was trembling. His whole body was glowing with an endless, almost orgasm. It went on for a long time.

Sally was not helping. She had somehow clutched herself around his prick, immobilizing it, and she was holding herself still against him. Then, the strategy changed. Jake pushed himself all the way in and stayed there, but he grabbed Tom’s hips and used him to fuck Sally by extension. That was enough to turn her pussy lips rigid, to make her shudder, to set her off into what seemed an endless orgasm. Tom was coming too, at least he was trying to come, but his prick was still in spasm with the little dry spurts. He was getting really close, though. All he needed were another couple of hard shoves into that sweet spot and he would find release at last.

But instead, Jake abandoned him, to go around behind Sally instead. Tom could feel that other penis next to his, cloaked only by a little veil of her flesh, as it slid up into her bowels, and he wondered, briefly, how different if felt, male or female. Sally still had one leg up over Tom. Jake slid his top leg beneath hers, scrunched forward so that his balls were brushing Tom’s. The two of them began to slide so that they could rub their balls together, rub their pricks against each other, all the while enjoying Sally’s smoothness. And she came, gasping, shuddering, until at last she pushed Tom away.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Your turn.”

“Turn to what?”

“It’s your turn to fuck Jake.” She sounded exasperated, as if any five year old would have comprehended the rules of their game. Jake climbed over and took position where Tom had just been.

“I can’t,” Tom said. He was staring at Jakes hairy ass. It had absolutely no appeal to him. “No way.”

“Come on,” Jake said. “Be a sport. Why should you have all the fun?”

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I’ve always been so uptight when it comes to sex. I was never the slut in school. I’ve never had a one night stand. I never did your usual sex in the car or outdoors. In fact I’ve never had sex that wasn’t on the bed, couch, or living room floor. I was as plain and uninteresting as you could get. Not that I wasn’t attractive or didn’t have sex but the conventional methods were all I could have ever seen myself participating in. I was simple and modest.

I’ve had very few partners in my life. I am now happily married and am starting to regret not having great sex in my single days. Not that sex with my husband isn’t great but it’s always the same and never exciting. He has a routine and it varies little from one night to the next.

Reality set in and hit me like a ton of bricks a few nights ago. I’ve never tried anything new sexually and now it’s too late. Or is it? I am now 31 and have decided that it’s time to learn more about myself. I don’t really know what I like sexually but I’m determined to find out.

Yesterday I made a huge leap and went to the sex store. I have visited this store twice before but never bought anything that wasn’t lingerie. I stood and stared and the huge selection of toys not really sure what I was looking for. I really want to try something far outside of my little safe box. I really want to try anal sex. I have girlfriends that say it’s the absolute best orgasm you’ll ever have. The thought alone excited me.

I looked at all the vibrators and dildos. I have a vibrator at home but it’s much too large to start with. I am going to have to ease myself into this. I decided to buy a really small dildo and start there. I bought some scented oil, green apple and strawberry. I bought a vibrating cock ring because who knows that might feel really good. I was excited about my purchases.

I got home and showed my husband what I had bought and he showed very little interest. He illegal bahis probably thinks I’m crazy. And you know what, I might be. I continued the evening routine but the thought of what might happen tonight was very exciting. I had a tingle beneath my panties all night. Finally bed time came and I was so anxious I could hardly stand it.

I decided to start with a long hot shower. I did the usual shower things but I was so horny that I couldn’t keep my hands from roaming all over my body. I rubbed my soft breasts and stimulated my nipples, I rubbed my pussy and it felt so good that I had to play with my clit. The feeling of the hot water running down over me while I flicked my clit was more than I could handle. My clit was swollen, juices were running down my legs, I could not wait to get into the bed.

I quickly dried off and placed my small vibrator, my regular vibrator, and some oil on my nightstand. My husband was in our office right off to our bedroom. I asked him if he was almost finished and I got the usual response, “Just a few more minutes.” This was never just a few minutes so I decided to start without him. My husband has never expressed any interest in anal sex and I did not tell him what I had in mind. I was afraid that I would not be able to do it. I’ve heard that it hurts so much the first time that I had serious doubts. It’s probably best that he doesn’t know anything because I need to explore my body myself and see exactly what I can handle.

My husband has a large cock. My poor vibrators are nothing compared to his 8 inches but it’s not even the length that scares me it’s the width. The head of his cock is nearly 2 inches across. It will probably take me months to work up to something that size. My ass is so tight that one finger is all I’ve ever been comfortable with. For a split second I thought it was hopeless.

I laid in bed and closed my eyes. I rubbed my breasts and down my stomach. I began illegal bahis siteleri to rub my thighs and the outside of my pussy. My clit was still swollen from my shower so rubbing it gave me instant pleasure. I closed my mind off and simply did what felt good. I used my vibrator and slowly worked it in and out while rubbing my clit. I had an orgasm and would usually stop there but I continued. I put some oil on my finger and gently stuck it into my ass. There was a slight sting but no problem. I rubbed my clit and by this time the juices were really flowing and I was beginning to moan.

I knew my husband could hear me moaning but he never moved from his computer. I continued to finger my ass slowly and it felt so good that I slipped another finger in. I continued to work my fingers for a few minutes until I decided that it was time to try and slip the small vibrator in. I put oil all over it and while laying on my side, pushed it in slowly. I almost had to bite my tongue but it only hurt for a second. After the initial pain the feeling was amazing. I had never felt anything so good. I rubbed my clit harder and had another orgasm. My moans were becoming louder, not intentionally but because I could no longer contain them. The pleasure I was feeling was immense. My whole body felt alive and begging to be touched. I used the vibrator in my ass and rubbed my breasts, my clit, and fingered myself some. I felt like a different woman.

I was so excited and nearly drowning in pleasure that I, without thinking, put oil on my larger vibrator. I laid on my back and put the vibrator under me. I turned the cock ring on and laid it on my clit. The vibrations felt wonderful and I had yet another orgasm. I forced my hips down some and the larger vibrator almost slipped into my ass. The pain stopped me for a second but I continued to press my hips down. The vibrator slipped in a for a minute all I could do was lay there. I canlı bahis siteleri was amazed that it had fit but now I was a little nervous.

The cock ring was still on my clit so I slipped my fingers into my pussy and fingered myself vigorously. I rolled over onto my side and began to slowly move the vibrator in and out of my ass. The feeling was strange at first but became more and more pleasurable. I held the cock ring onto my clit and kept fucking myself with the vibrator. I was so amazed that it had fit that I almost didn’t know how to act. The feeling was incredible. I was now moaning at an unignorable volume and my husband walked into the bedroom. I was a little nervous for his reaction when he turned the light on but I did not stop what I was doing.

He walked over to the bed and the look on his face was priceless. “No way”, he said. He stood there and watched me fuck myself in the ass for a few seconds and then disappeared. He came back with a condom and stripped down. His cock was rock hard and he was excited. He put the condom on and put me up on all fours. He shoved his cock into my pussy and was working the vibrator at the same time. The feeling was honestly indescribable. He then threw the vibrator down and shoved his hard cock into my ass. I’m not gonna lie it hurt like hell for a second. He was fucking my ass, I was rubbing my clit, and then all of a sudden he slapped my ass really hard. The orgasm that followed was mind blowing. I had several more orgasms and was beginning to feel weak when my husband exploded. I laid on the bed for a long time. I felt like jelly. My entire body was completely relaxed and I was just basking in the glow. I had never felt this way before after sex. I was completely satisfied and amazed at myself.

My husband seemed shocked. I’m certain that he would have never thought that his wife would ever be willing to do anything like that. It was a good feeling to know that I surprised him and myself. I may be older now and married but who says I can’t have mind blowing sex. I can try new things and have new sexual experiences.

My mind is already working to decide what I want to try next. Any ideas?

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My day began as any other. I awoke with my pussy wet from the superb dream of you. I reach my hand down under the covers and find my swollen clit, I brush across it ever so lightly which sends shivers through my body. I slide a finger into my well-lubricated entrance, close my eyes and pretend it’s you.

Your naked body so close to me. Your fingers slipping in and out of me. Your thumb circles my clit that is now sending electric shocks through me. You lower your mouth to my nipple and take it between your teeth, softly biting until you hear a groan escape my lips and increase the pressure.

I feel your now hard cock pressing against my thigh. I trace my hand across your body until I find your penis. Wrapping my hand around it’s girth I start to pull and push, you move your hips in time with me. I roll you onto your back and make my way down so my head is level with your throbbing member. Still wanking you I brush the tip with my moist canlı bahis lips. I hear you gasp in anticipation of things to come.

I flick my tongue across the head and down the length. My hand now moving easily, lubricated with my saliva. I position your knob between my lips and take the length into my mouth and down my throat. You reach for my head and entangle your fingers in my hair. I cup your balls in my hand and softly kneed them. I lick and suck you til your almost there and then stop. I start to slowly wank you again while I take both your balls into my mouth. I feel your whole body tense and I know it’s time.

I slip your cock back into my mouth and swirl my tongue all over it, sucking it like an icy pole. You grab my head and push it down speeding up the pace. Then you let fly. Your cum shoots into my mouth and down the back of my throat. I keep sucking, never missing a beat, swallowing it all.

As you catch your bahis siteleri breath you move me up, find my dripping snatch and drive in headfirst. You spread my pussy lips and see my juices running from within me. You lap at my opening and nibble on my clit. As your fingers probe my insides I writhe under you like a woman possessed.

You lick and suck one of you fingers leaving it covered in your saliva. I don’t think much of it. You slide that finger between my arse cheeks and circle my tight raisin. A breath gets stuck in my throat when you push your finger in past my ring. You pull it back out and lubricate two fingers with my own pussy juice and your saliva. Taking them back to my arse opening you push them both in. I let out a cry and you push them in further. You start to build up a rhythm and the pleasure is almost too much.

You flip me onto my stomach, take your cock, now fully hard again, and push it straight into my cunt. bahis şirketleri You thrust hard and fast while you have cheeks spread wide. I feel the sensation of your spit as it lands on my arsehole. You pull me onto my knees and press your cock against my opening. There is resistance, which only makes you push harder. There’s a pop and the head’s in. you stop to let me adjust and relax, which I do. The pain is intense but the pleasure is overwhelming. You push til the length of your penis is tightly jammed in my rectum then pull back just til it’s only the head still hidden. The feeling is amazing and I start to go with the rhythm. Pushing back as you drive forward. You increase the speed, the faster you go the harder I push back to meet you and the harder you balls slap at my cunt.

I feel an orgasm building inside of me and there is no way of prolonging it. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!” I scream. You do as you are told and with in seconds my whole body convulses. My arse tightens around your cock and you blow streams of your hot cum into my bum and up my back.

I open my eyes put my dildo back in the drawer and start my day with one hell of a smile.

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Howdy, folks. The name is Damon Jacques Etienne. I’m a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian descent. Yeah, there are a lot of Haitians in America. We’re taking over the world. Pretty soon, Haitian men and Haitian women are going to outnumber African-American men and women in America. Haitians are becoming the dominant black group on College and University Campuses across the United States. Unlike African-Americans, and any other racial or ethnic group in America for that matter, including white folks, Haitians send both their sons and their daughters to college. Parents in America seemed to have followed the man-hating political correctness path and given up on their sons education. This is the betrayal of the American man. Makes me glad I’m Haitian. In Haiti, men matter just as much as women do. That’s the way the world should be. My folks sent me to Middle New England University straight from Virginia so I could attend college and get myself an education. I was fortunate enough to win an academic scholarship which covers room and board for the next four years as long as I maintain the right GPA. That’s cool with me because I’m a certified genius. I was the first Black Male Valedictorian my school had seen in centuries.

Currently, I’m living in the city of Boston, also known as Bean Town. I attend Middle New England University and I’m a member of the Men’s Rugby Team. Middle New England University is one of the biggest schools in the region. It’s a private school with about ten thousand undergrad students, and twelve hundred graduate students. They have several Campus, notably in Boston, Cape Cod, Plymouth and Dudley. Middle New England University is one of the best colleges in the region but it’s also one of local athletic powerhouses. They offer a wide variety of sports. Why, when I joined, I was amazed by the size of it all. Middle New England University’s Department of Athletics offers Men’s Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Football, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Rugby, Bowling, Swimming, Sailing, Volleyball, Skiing, Wrestling, Track, Tennis, Golf, Rifle, Pistol, Badminton and Cycling. They also offer Women’s Intercollegiate Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Badminton, Swimming, Skiing, Sailing, Volleyball, Rugby, Tennis, Golf, Ice Hockey, Field Hockey, Equestrian, Lacrosse, Bowling, Rifle, Pistol, Squash and Cycling. All of these sports operate in the National Collegiate Athletic Association’s top tier, Division One A. All of their athletes receive scholarships. This makes Middle New England University one of the most expensive schools in the nation. Tuition goes up to thirty grand a year. The school has an annual endowment of over one billion dollars and is canlı bahis owned by a conglomerate of corporations. You’ve got to be rich to even consider going there. I lucked out with my scholarship. Word. The school year was tough but I did alright. I had a 3.89 GPA, which was cool. I always took upper-level classes. My scholarship comes with a contract. I’ve got to maintain a GPA of 3.7 or more, otherwise I lose it. Yeah, I’ve got to watch my ass. The school year was murderous, to tell you the truth. Way too stressful. Thank Heaven it’s summer time!

These days, I’m on vacation. Life in the big city can be hectic but I don’t care. The more wicked fun, the better. I am a world-class sexual adventurer who rolls with it. Whatever it happens to be. I am a man who gets bored very easily and must seek extreme entertainment to satisfy himself. I’ve always been that way. Some might call me a thrill seeker but I don’t care. It’s a want and it’s a need of mine which I absolutely must fulfill. No ifs, ands or buts about it. To that end, I’ve been hitting the bar scene, to see if I could find something interesting to bring home. Anything to kill the boredom, you know.

I was at this bar when these two chicks walked in. A tall, athletic blonde Irishwoman who looked like a centerfold and her gal pal, a pretty-faced plump black woman with a thick body, wide hips and big bottom. Why is it that hot women always walk around with a friend who’s less pretty than themselves? I don’t know. It is a mystery. I knew both of these women. Sort of. I’d seen them on the Middle New England University’s Boston Campus. The centerfold was Michelle Areole, daughter of a rich businessman. Her curvy girlfriend was Marisa Rosy, a nursing student. Unlike every other man at the bar, I found the curvy young black woman far more appealing than her supermodel-like companion. So, I approached her and ignored the centerfold. I could tell that the blonde was surprised that I was feeling her friend instead of her. The curvy black chick seemed delightfully surprised. We chatted away, and her blonde friend accepted a drink from some tall muscular type and ignored us.

Marisa Rosy was an interesting gal. She was a scholarship student at Middle New England University as well. Originally, she came from Brockton, Massachusetts. Me, I’m not from Massachusetts at all. I’m originally from Virginia. I used to attend Saint Paul Military Academy, an all-male boarding school located in rural Virginia. The Academy combined rigorous academia with military training and a strong tradition of athleticism. Saint Paul Military Academy sportsmen, known as the Daring Rogues, competed in Men’s Interscholastic Archery, Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Ice Hockey, bahis siteleri Wrestling, Lacrosse, Golf, Tennis, Rifle, Swimming, Track and Volleyball. Yeah, we took sports very seriously over there. As we talked, I discovered that Marisa and I had a lot in common. At her old high school, she played volleyball and soccer. I played Football and Basketball all my years at the academy. For a while, I was on the Wrestling team as well. Wrestling has since become my favorite sport. Well, before I discovered Men’s Rugby anyway. Marisa didn’t play any sports at the University. She was more focused on academia these days. That’s cool. She leaned closer to me and told me that it had been ages since she got properly fucked. I grinned, and told her I could help her with that. She smiled, and we left the bar together.

It’s a good thing it was nighttime, folks. In the darkness of the parking lot, Marisa and I got our freak on. Man, this chick was frisky. We found a secluded spot between a Hummer and a Porsche. There, we did our thing. Marisa knelt before me and unzipped my pants. Out came my cock. Twelve inches of long and thick, uncircumcised Black Man Power. They came with balls the size of apples. She gasped when she saw my equipment. I grinned. I was used to women staring at my cock. They’re always gawking at its length, girth and sheer size. It’s a marvel of nature that’s been known to make women of all races, sizes and body types squeal in delight. And I wasn’t done doing that yet. Hell, I pray I never tire of doing that. Marisa took my dick into her mouth and began eagerly sucking on my noble tool. I thrust my dick down her throat. I must say this woman was a grade A cock sucker.

I mean, she knew just how to work up my cock. Not all females can suck a cock as long and thick as mine properly. Marisa is to be commended for her oral sex technique and resilience. She licked the dick head and flicked her tongue over my big black balls. Man, I was loving this. Big-time. While sucking my long and thick black cock, Marisa fingered her pussy. I looked down and noticed that she was quite wet down there. No doubt she was getting off from sucking me. I told you she was a freak. Do I know how to pick them or what? Marisa continued sucking my dick and licking my balls until I couldn’t take it anymore. I came, splattering my hot manly cum all over her pretty face. She was a bit surprised by this but began to eagerly suck the cum out of me. In no time she had my cock and balls drained. I sighed in sheer pleasure and complimented her on her talents. This female was definitely something else.

Marisa was a seriously horny chick. And she had the biggest ass I’d seen in a long time. I like big women, especially those with bahis şirketleri big butts. Guess what we did next? I bent her over and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. I slid a finger inside her asshole. It felt warm and tight. Good. I like a good tight anus. Pussies can be too sloppy at times. They’re not tight enough. The ass is better. That’s why I’m often called an Ass Fucker. Asshole Penetration Expert. Butt Hole Invader. Yeah, I’ve got so many names and titles. All of them well-deserved, I’m sure. Marisa was on all fours, shaking her cute little plump ass at me. I like big women, especially those who are into anal sex. I cannot emphasize this enough. I spat and rubbed it on my cock. I also rubbed it against Marisa’s puckered asshole. Then, I pressed my dick against her asshole, and pushed. Marisa grunted when my thick cock penetrated her asshole. That’s good. A lot of chicks will scream their lungs out the moment my dick goes into their assholes. Not this woman. She was a strong woman who took it up the ass without complaining. Good for her. And more fun for me!

I placed my hands on Marisa’s hips and thrust my cock into her asshole. Man, I was loving Marisa’s ass. Not only was her ass big and plump, it was also very nice to the touch. She was bucking wildly underneath me. I read somewhere that the bigger the woman, the tighter her asshole. I long ago discovered that to be true. How come? Because I’m an anal sex connoisseur with a preference for big women. That’s me. Enough talking, seriously. I held onto Marisa’s hips tightly and began thrusting into her hole like anal sex was going out of style. She finally screamed as I came close to reaching bottom. I gleefully rammed my dick deeper inside her. She was liking this big-time and let me know by backing up her fat ass and grinding it against my groin. This drove my dick deeper into her asshole. Man, I gave her all the cock I had to give, and then some. We continued to happily romp away until I came for the second time that night. our screams of pleasure mounted in the night. A couple exited the bar and saw us. The man had a puzzled look on his face while the woman looked positively thrilled. I smiled and gave them the middle finger. Both Marisa and I laughed as the man and his woman got into their car and left. Screeching tires and all. I pulled out of her, and we took a few moments to catch our breath. This had been fun. We fixed up our clothes, and went our separate ways. She went back to her car, having long forgotten about her centerfold friend. As for me, I exited the parking lot and walked back into the city. I found myself whistling. Man, this was so much fun. Just picking up a hot and sexually adventurous chick at a bar and doing her right in the parking lot. I nailed Marisa’s sweet ass good. She’s going to remember me. The night was young, and I had plenty of other trendy night spots to check out. Wish me luck. Not that I usually need it but you never know.

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We were in the car on the way to that day’s job site: another run-down ex-mill town we had to canvass for the NGO office. We’d been bitching about the stupid fundraising rap and about how “getting involved with the campaign” really meant “writing a check and getting back to your Times, your latte and your complacent bougie life,” when, after a pause, Tanya cleared her throat and changed the subject to her involvement with a different sort of campaign: the seduction of our stunning co-worker, Katya.

“So…” she began, as if she were being shy (which she never was). I knew immediately where she was headed. “You know how I told you about… me and-“

“-Katya?” I finished her sentence.

I ummm. Uh-huh,” she purred, with an elaborate coyness that made me feel blushingly implicated in whatever revelation she was leading up to. “So we did, you know, what I wanted to do… anal play.”

“Oh yeah?” I chuckled, playing cool. “How’d she like it?”

“Em, I think I converted her!” Tanya snickered. “So I had her doggy style, like I was saying last week when we were so rudely interrupted… and I’m like tongue-fucking her pussy, right-“

“Do tell, my ears are perked” I drawled.

“Not just your ears,” she muttered, glancing pointedly at the bulge in my pants.

“Keep your eyes on the road, tiger,” I said.

“OK, so anyway, my tongue’s two inches into her twat and her asshole’s, like, twitching right under my nose, you know, and I just kind of grab one of her ass cheeks and start edging my fingertips toward the lil’ rosebud… and miss Katya’s just moaning away when I just brush against it, like it could be unintentional, you know, and what’s the little thing do but give me this involuntary shudder type response, so then like my heart rate’s going up, and I start teasing her perineum ever so subtly with my tongue… and the little vixen canlı bahis reaches back and pulls her other cheek away, so I’m like, that’s it, I am goin’ in! and I just let my tongue wander up… Poor kid doesn’t really acknowledge what I’m doing; I’m thinking, she’s a first-timer for sure, I better just check in, so I start kissing up her back and whisper in her ear, ‘You like what I’m doing to you baby-doll?’ And she just gives me this heartbreaking little whimper… ‘You wanna keep going?’ ‘Mmmm!’ So I go right back at it, she starts wanking herself, my tongue’s, like, in her asshole, and my God does that girl cum! Holy shit, you shoulda been there.” Tanya looked at me rather pointedly, I thought.

“I should indeed. But you know from experience how insecure I am around ravishing good looks… you don’t suppose she’d have any interest in admitting me to the next ass exhibit, do you?

“I’m not at all sure of that,” Tanya said, “and personally I wanna see that little asshole take something bigger than my tongue…”

“Maybe you better test-drive that on your own before we go taking other people’s ass virginity.”

“I like the way you think, comrade,” she said, and didn’t say any more on the subject until we were on the way back to the city that night.

“So are you coming over to put your dick in my ass or what?”

I looked up from databasing the day’s donors in shotgun, and switched the tablet off. We slid into a red light behind an SUV with “Rick Santorum” and various jingoistic slogans stuck to its rear end. “You mean my Rick?”

Tanya cackled and grabbed the already-swelling bulge in my pants. Another SUV pulled up next to us, AutoTuned robot voices trilling something filthy and half-intelligible. A blonde sorority type was looking out the passenger window, down a storey or two into the cab of Tanya’s Civic.

“You got a fan,” bahis siteleri I said. Tanya looked over her shoulder at the blonde, then ducked down, pretending to fellate me. “Green light,” I advised, and we sped off.

We parked on the street and all but ran up the jerry-built back stairs. All cool professional pretense was gone. Tanya pulled me through the door and her tongue was instantly down my throat like some Hollywood seduction scene. I pulled away, laughing. “Whoa, there, how about offering a comrade a drink before you maul him?”

We drank the whiskey neat on Tanya’s futon mattress bed, some old blues record spinning lazily. Her phone chirped; she checked it, stroked some message into the soft keyboard, responsive to her desires as a longtime lover, then put it and her empty glass on the milk-crate nightstand. “Katya,” she said. Told her I was busy but what’s going on this weekend.”

“TGIF,” I said, and darted in to bite her neck.

We started slow, counter to early indicators of how the evening would unfold. The whiskey and the blues had slowed us down. Katya’s text gave me the feeling this was just the beginning of something epic, and I was already wanting to savor and store up this incredible thing I’d stumbled into. So I took some liberties you don’t take on a one-night stand, stroking Tanya’s asymmetrical haircut and worrying her earlobes almost tenderly with my tongue. She purred and fluttered under my attentions, surprisingly feminine. Then that costume fell away and she was slamming me against the wall covered with rock posters, and tying my hands over my head with a sweaty bandana she kept looped round one wrist along with multiple out-of-sync men’s watches. The metallic bezels of the latter were now dug into my throat as she bunched my hair in her fist and kissed me ferociously.

We fucked so many different ways that night, bahis şirketleri it all blurs together now. But some impressions are burned into my sensorium like libidinal afterimages:

Her nails dug into the small of my back, pulling my pelvis forward then shoving it back, up against the wall with my cock plunging deep into her throat, in total command even as she made herself gag on me.

My tongue’s route from her slit over the taut tendon of her inner thigh as she raised her leg & guided my mouth to her anus.

Her fists bunching the covers as I stabbed my tongue deep inside her asshole; her fierce animal sounds as I pushed a spit-slick finger, then two and three, past her tight ring.

The way she raised her foot & nudged my cheek with it, so that I raised my head from lapping her perineum & slid my tongue between her incredibly flexible toes, which flexed apart & tweaked my tongue, sensuous & intelligent as fingers.

Her husky whisper, “I want you in me… no, in my ass,” as she raised her haunches and opened herself with her hands.

The slow entry, her little whimpers and “mm-hm, keep going” when I asked if she was okay.

The moment when I painted “I’m gonna cum…” in her ear as her rectum squeezed my cock, & she whispered back “I wanna taste it…” so I pulled carefully out, holding it back, while she swung her body round to lie with her head beneath me where I knelt, and I let myself go over her parted, quivering lips, one strand of semen tracing her cheek and her upturned, delicately chiseled jawline, as she lapped the rest from the tip of my cock and I bent down to kiss her and share the salty, viscous lusciousness that filled her mouth.

“God, that was amazing,” she panted. “It was HOT when you kissed me with my mouth still full of cum… You know,” she added, “I’ve always had this fantasy of, like, sharing a guy’s cum with another girl—not like in those shitty pornos, you know, but like just kissing her and sharing it, like, savoring the moment… you know?”

“Damn right I do,” I said. “So when are we calling Katya up, huh?”

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Games SOME People Play! Ch. 16

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“Do you think that getting totally trashed that way by a guy can cause a girl switch from guys to other girls?” asked Sandra. I was thinking that that was a rather academic question, considering the rest of the story, but mostly glad that Sandra, and maybe Stephanie, weren’t grilling me about my distinctly dishonorable role in the story. Then, Susan asked the question that I might have asked.

“That’s your first comment on my whole story?” she asked. “I mean, I just told you that Tommy blackmailed his beautiful girlfriend into being the fraternity whore, fucked me in the same room, and gave her up for me!

Susan was raising her voice by now, and speaking much more rapidly: “And your virgin daughter gets her first experience with intercourse by being serially banged by 15 ice-hockey jocks?” Susan had begun to lean forward on the sofa, staring at her mom.

“And Tommy, her future husband, being about thirteenth in line, falls in love with her and drops his fucked-over girlfriend?” By this time, Susan’s cheeks were red, her hands spread with palms up in a gesture of disbelief.

She concluded: “And your first question is: Did being treated like a Bowery hooker by Tommy turn his girlfriend into a lesbian?”

Sandra had heard her out, attentive, nodding occasionally, never interrupting. She paused for a few moment, now, her focus distant, as though seeking an answer. At last, she said: “Well, I was sad, I think, to hear that you lost your virginity in a gang bang, although it was a gang bang that you freely chose—and you came how many times?”

Susan looked a little bombed out; she only shrugged.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of any guy, at any age, handing his girlfriend, especially one as young and beautiful as you say Karla was, over to service all his buddies. I mean, just because he felt he had to join some nasty fraternity…”

Sandra, Susan, and Stephanie all had turned to me, naturally. Stephanie said brightly: “What do you say we strip Tommy right now and do him in the asshole 15 times with the big strap on—belated justice for Susan and Karla?”

I could not tell if she was serious. Everything considered, probably she was.

“An attractive proposal, Steph,” said Susan, without enthusiasm. “But right now, I’m waiting for Mom’s answer to my question.”

“I am of course intensely interested in anything that has to do with my daughters,” said Sandra, resuming her orderly defense. “But in the story you told, Karla allows herself to be such a victim, you know? Tommy whores her to his fraternity, then Tommy drops her for you. She gets exactly nothing but gang banged, screwed over-literally. I tried to imagine what that would do to someone.”

“I guess that’s right,” said Susan, nodding slowly. “That’s the way I set up the story, didn’t I? My dream comes true meeting Tommy, even if it is lying in frat house bedroom with my legs apart to help Karla process all the brothers. And Tommy, after he dunks his prick once, blithely flits from Karla to me. Karla is fucked and forgotten…”

You might imagine that listening to this my mind would be preoccupied with preparing my defense. I would have been well within my right to demand legal counsel. I had lost track of how many counts were in the indictment. But I had been getting horny again for some time with my wife, her sister, and their mother all talking about pussy and legs spread… and recalling that night at the fraternity when I met Susan.

“But still, you felt that Tommy…?”

“Mom! I felt awful for Karla, but I had been dreaming about Tommy! I figured I had won him, fair and square, pussy against pussy beside Karla.”

“Except, it was all just a screw-up by the guy assigning the lines,” said Stephanie wearily.

“Okay, that’s how I got my chance,” said Susan, “but once he put it in me, and looked into my eyes, I had a lock on Tommy.”

“And such a discriminating man, too,” said Stephanie with a very high acid content in her tone. She glanced at me, shook her head, and looked away.

She added, “I’d like to see how much reaming he can take before he blubbers like a baby.”

“How are you taking all this, Tommy?” asked Sandra, with no noticeable warmth in her voice. But she did add, “I don’t for one moment mean this has changed my great affection for you as a son-in-law. You have been a wonderful member of our family. And, after all, my daughter did choose you, right there, on the spot… so to speak. Even having had a dozen or so previous guys…”

Until that last crack, I had been about to thank my mother-in-law, from my heart—perhaps not the bottom of my heart… But that dozen guys. I began to draw a breath, preparing some kind of riposte…

But Susan was saying, with a painful frown, “I hadn’t thought about it like this… I mean, not exactly like this.” She shook her head and her tone became remote, as though addressed to one not present: “But what about me? Just narcissistic beyond belief… I win Tommy! The loser creeps off, after washing cum of canlı bahis about 15 frat guys out of her cunt, and becomes a lesbian…”

“So you do think…”

“Mom, I have no idea. She got right into a relationship with Professor Betancourt at RISD… Pretty soon, she moved in with her. I didn’t get a new roommate. Karla and I said maybe ‘hi,’ if we saw each other over the next two years.”

“Oh! But you had been so taken with Karla,” said Stephanie. “Dumped her when you took Tommy, I guess.”

I have a special faculty for sensing seismic events in my wife. I sensed one now. Susan turned to Stephanie. I suppose I could say ‘whirled’ on her. But then, something intervened. Stephanie stared right back at her; Susan paused, lips open to remonstrate… Instead, she said: “Yeah… yeah, I guess… fair enough, Steph…”

“Tommy is the only one who sailed through this,” pronounced Stephanie.

“Wait a minute,” I said, with no idea what I might say after that. But Stephanie jumped in. She said, “I challenge you, Tommy. Get your fucking pants off. Want to see what you put Susan and Karla through?”

Crazy Stephanie, again! Everyone saw right through her, now, I figured. A woman ruled by her clit. She had said as much herself. I smiled at her, broadly, affectionately, waiting for the other two women to get the show back on track.

Except neither of them spoke. They seemed to be looking at me, waiting.

I shook my head, still smiling. “Now, how is that going to clarify anything, Stephanie?”

STILL no interruption from my wife and mother in law? Suddenly, my hot little crazy sister-in-law was on her feet, her fingers racing down her blouse buttons. She shrugged off the blouse, flipped away her bra, whipped open her belt, and shoved down her shorts and thong… Stark naked in under 20 seconds, some kind of Olympic record.

“Come on, Tommy! I challenge you… Let’s have some fun!”

I turned quickly to the two level-headed Lorraine women, forgetting for a moment that yesterday had changed everything-and I mean, everything…

“Want to take a trip back in time, lover?” This from my own wife’s exceptionally beautiful, wide and generous mouth, now smiling at me.

My last hope. I said: “But your Mom wants to hear…”

“What happened to that stiff prick I met outside, Tommy?” This from my mother-in-law! Life after 30 would not be what it was before 30.

I felt myself begin to sweat. Stephanie was scary. She stood naked now, fists on hips, arms akimbo, wide green eyes on me and very predatory.

“Oh, I’m hot,” I said coolly (I hope). “But what do you have in mind?”

“That’s it!” said Susan, excitedly, as though having a revelation. “The woman usually has no idea! Take off your shit, woman, I want to do you! And we peel, but we have no idea what you’ll actually do to us. You’re always the stronger sex, that way. We know you can take whatever you want…”

She concluded: “So strip, Tommy, and this time, we’ll decide.”

Stephanie, so perfect with those lean legs of a girl that just make you stare, the flared hips, the abrupt patch of light-brown hair low on the smooth belly’s triangle, and above, the tight torso rising to the exquisitely conical breasts and rigid nipples…

Susan stood up and took my hand, pulling me up from the sofa. She turned to her mother and sister with a smile. “May I present my husband, Thomas Graham, the third?”

Her fingers were opening my belt. I was still enjoying Stephanie. I couldn’t believe my ravishing sister-in-law had ripped off her clothes, thrust her tits and shoved out her cunt, and looked at me with some eternal hunger.

My trousers and underwear were sliding down at the same time, with a brief stop to hike them over my stiffening dick. Sandra and Stephanie gazed, smiles on the faces. Susan said, taking my prick in two fingers, “Thomas is not yet fully exposed. Let me show you his meat, at which point she drew back my foreskin so roughly that I gasped. That stings, you know!

“Notice how his cock is so stiff it is arching back toward his belly button. It’s ready to jam into the first attainable pussy and of course that’s all he cares about…”

“Wow,” said Stephanie, suddenly kneeling in front of me. Her fingers took my dick and she inspected it. Then, with her forefinger, she swiped a clear drop that whelmed from my slit and spread it round and round on the little tab of flesh on the underside of my dick’s head. I felt myself begin to throb with demand.

Abruptly, her head bent and the tip of her tongue took the next drop and spread it so that my dick kicked back, shuddering.

Sandra rose from her chair and said, not taking her eyes away from my titillation, “You girls have this well under control.” She shrugged off her blouse, tossed it on the sofa, curled her arms behind her for just a moment, and her lacy black bra slipped forward till I saw the full pale gourds, swollen as though to bursting, tipped with wide round aureoles that had gone stiff and bahis siteleri crinkled. The knockers wagged slightly as they slipped free.

Looking into my eyes, she reached up and took her nipples, fingers picking each like a berry, and she stretched herself, cruelly. She had them out an inch, but then gave them a brutal jerk to elongate them more; she barely winced, holding my gaze.

Then she moved around behind me, full hips swaying. After a moment, I felt the tickling curl of her belly hair on my ass. One hand had taken my butt and was squeezing; it felt good. But then, quickly, the other hand slipped between my legs and took my balls, a full, firm handful. I caught my breath. Next?

“Ah! No!” I gasped. “Stop, Sandra! Oh, fuck!” Her hand was rolling my nuts against each other, hard, pain lancing from them in waves. My own hands shot down, seizing hers, but what could I do?

“Stop her!” I cried. “Sandra, no! Please! Susan!”

“Mom…” said Susan tentatively. “They’re only testicles… What are you doing?”

The hands retreated and next I felt her breasts, nipples rubbery, drawing lines across my skin, back and forth…

“Where can we tie his wrists?” asked Stephanie. The answer was found. I stood behind the sofa, facing it, and cords were run from each of my wrists over the sofa and down to its front legs. They pulled the cords tighter till I bent far forward, my ass stuck out.

“Now, his ankles to the sofa legs on this side,” said Stephanie. “Right, his ankles way apart. Okay, good! I can see right between the cheeks of his butt. I love it when their dick and balls hang free like this.”

They did. In a triangle that the apex of the V of my legs made with the top of the sofa. They hung filling the triangle, my balls just brushing the fabric of sofa, my dick angled forward stiffly rising from my belly.

“It’s a classic!” said Stephanie. “Goes way, way back. God knows how far! Very popular in Victorian times. A kid at a school. Ass stuck out. Can’t straighten up. Can’t bend farther. Can’t bring his legs—I mean his or some girl’s legs—together. A belt or a birch or flogger right across the ass. And NO getting away! All they could do was tighten their ass, and that made it hurt more.”

Sister-in-law Stephanie was in her element. She said, “Look, Mom, let me ask you. You squeezed Tommy’s nuts. Why?”

Sandra said absolutely nothing.

“Mom,” said Susan, at last. “It’s okay, really, Tommy’s the toy, today. But why did you want to roll his nuts for him?”

“Because they’re so big,” said Stephanie with supreme assurance. “Most guys have balls about as big as pecans, maybe not even. But look at Tommy!”

She suddenly reached under and had me, yanking back my package. “Look! They’re almost as big as walnuts! Women can’t keep their hands off. These things just say…”

“Well, right, they’re so big,” said Sandra. “It’s just the weirdest power experience to have that stuff in your hand. You’re got the guy right there. You squeeze, he jumps. Guys I knew in the Marines said having their nuts rolled against each other was like no other pain—utterly disconcerting.”

Now, I felt Stephanie’s hands on my ass, sensually, stroking. Then the wiggling tickle of her belly hair. And she said, “Most men are really scared of penetration. I mean, straight guys. It’s like rape.”

Well, we were back to the games and I was liking it, a little apprehensive with all the fascination with my wholly helpless nuts. By now, Susan had peeled, and three Lorraine women, totally bare ass, were all focused on me.

“Watch!” said Stephanie. I yelped, squeezing my butt tight, jerking forward, because Stephanie had shoved two fingers into my asshole, without benefit of lube. And now, she was twisting them.

“It’s instinctive,” she was saying, still reaming hard.

“No, no, no!” I could not help the high pitch. They had me tied me to perfection. I couldn’t pull away, close myself. What if I really couldn’t stand this? What then? Would Susan stop them?

“Okay, Steph,” said Sandra. She tentatively reached for Stephanie’s arm.

“He never thought about it when 15 dicks were pumping into Susan’s pussy, which never had had a man!” proclaimed Stephanie. “All those horny young hockey players. You think they thought of anything but getting off? Hah! You think they wondered for one second if Susan’s pussy hurt?”

“Okay, Steph,” said Susan. Then repeated, “Okay! You made your point!”

The slim fingers slid out.

Suddenly, I said, “Susan, just untie me! Enough!”

“Really, that’s all you can take, Tommy?”

It was Stephanie’s voice, supremely condescending.

“I mean, it is true that you didn’t think of me, at all, Tommy?” asked Susan. “I mean you were in line for Karla or for me…”

“I don’t think it’s the same,” I said. It was ridiculous, I was bent over, naked, totally helpless, negotiating with three nude women.

“Oh, really?” asked Susan. “Your ass and my cunt?”

“Let’s strap on,” said Stephanie. bahis şirketleri “When he starts blubbering, or peeing himself out, we can stop…”

“Hey!” I said. “Susan, can you tell me what’s happening?”

“Sure,” said Susan, and suddenly she was kneeling on the sofa, her face lifted, her mouth taking my prick. She raised her gaze to me. Sucked faster. My eyes closed. “Oh, fuck, yes…”

I heard Sandra, of all people. “See! He’s good to go.”

“Strap on?” It was Stephanie.

“Sure,” said Sandra. “Give me the biggest one.”

“There IS only one,” said Stephanie, heading for the powder room door. “Just the one Butchie left. I mean she already did Tommy once…

“I washed it,” she said, exiting the powder room. The black leather straps and silver buckles dangled and swung. Her hand enclosed the dildo, like a handle, a good 10 inches of black plastic cock, two inches in diameter, the raised imitation of veins snaking up it.

I glanced up at it and recalled when Butch had used it to take my virginity-back there. Could I take this? What if I could? What a victory! Hey, cock’s great! But it seems that girls can bitch and moan at anything. They want dick; they don’t want big dick. Come in; oh, don’t hurt me! Give it to me; oh, too much! Nothing’s right!

You know? On and on! So what’s the big deal? It hurts for a while. So what?

“You start, Susan,” I heard Stephanie say. “Tommy’s your bitch.”

“You know what, Steph?” said Susan angrily. “What if I start with your pretty little asshole. How about that?”

Sandra said quickly, “I think if we’re going to get angry, here…”

“No Mom, it’s fine,” said Stephanie. “Here,” she said, turning to Susan, “let me get you strapped on.”

In few moments, Susan was swaying her hips and saying, “Oh, perfect, Steph! It feels as though it’s part of me! Wow! All but the nerve connections! I’ve got a dick!”

Without answering, Stephanie knelt on the sofa, facing me. She thrust back her flawless ass, arching her back to emphasize it, but she also managed to lift her face and look at me. She asked, her voice a caress, “Tommy, you want to watch my face while Susan splits my asshole open and stuffs my whole belly with that huge dick?”

I could look nowhere but right down; the view of Stephanie’s face close to mine made me almost dizzy with her loveliness. I said, idiotically, “Not if it hurts you.”

“What?” the precise pink lips snapped at me. “If it doesn’t hurt to get 10 inches by 2 inches of black plastic shoved up my asshole?” Suddenly, her slim hand came up between my legs and became a madly ricocheting paddle that banged the sack of my balls back and forth 200 times a minute, flailing my balls into pain that clutched my belly, shot down my legs, stiffened my back, and made my mouth open for…how long…before I even could manage a high-pitched shriek of terror, a squeal like a siren.

“Stop!” yelled Susan and her hands grabbed Stephanie’s hips and hauled her onto the floor.

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Sandra.

“He’s an idiot,” I heard Stephanie protesting. “I’m getting a nightstick up my ass, but only if it doesn’t hurt…”

I moaned, my head bent far over: “My fucking balls! Oh…”

I identified the hand as Sandra’s, delicate, supporting and soothing. I almost let myself weep. I heard her: “Poor Tommy! Are you all right? Oh, your poor, poor things!”

Warm, stroking. Held like a small bald nestling, with infinite solicitation.

“Let’s just stop,” said Sandra.

I didn’t even think out what came next. “No, it’s all right,” I managed to say without whining. “I’m still game”-said with too sharp an intake of breath. “I just panicked. Don’t know why.”

Exquisite Stephanie, again, kneeling, face raised to me within inches of a kiss. She was ordering, “Just do me, Susan! Do it! So Tommy can watch me getting it.”

I glanced over Stephanie’s head. Susan was advancing, the laughably jumbo dick launching from her bed of pussy hair, a black lance from her belly, soulless, indifferent to its target.

The lips of my pixie sister-in-law rose to close with mine, the jacked-wide green eyes so close to my eyes, and then the searching, demanding kiss and tongue that sucked at my soul. Just when I thought I could soar no higher, somewhere below me my yearning prick was touched. Touched with two real fingers, and Stephanie whispered near to me: “Shall I suck you, Tommy, when she’s hammering my ass?”

It was a gasp. But what I saw before my eyes were the yielding wide green eyes of Stephanie, and they swam with tears in which I almost saw my reflection. She moaned, “Oh, God! I never quite remember how much that thing tears my rectum. Oh! Oh! I’m such a tight bitch that I bleed.”

While this was said, the small sculpted face, unafraid of being seen, was raised to mine. “No, oh fuck! No!” came her cry next. Her face inches from my projecting hard-on, she was breathing hard, lips wide, blowing out her breath in softly whistling pants. “Oh, Jesus, Tommy! You can’t see that it’s tearing my asshole! Oh! My belly is burning, Tommy!”

“She really slamming you,” I said. “Is it making you come?”

“No!” A scream. “No! Oh, it just hurts! Tommy? Tommy?”

“Stephanie, what?”

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