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The last person I expected to see at the bachelor party was Jenn. She was branching out: she’d gone from considering a new job as a hooker to filming amateur porn to here, ringmaster of a live porno show for a small group of horny guys. She had taken to coming over to fuck me and taking my books as payment — it was a great system, I paid $5 for a bargain bin business book, and Jenn let me fuck her ass for the book. She wanted to fuck anyway, but also wanted to learn about business, I guess.



I’d gotten a better job and was making more money, but nothing crazy. Nothing like Jenn must have been raking in. My new boss (an old friend) invited me and 12 other guys to his bachelor party, which he’d planned himself because he wanted the wildest night of his life. He’d promised the best time and he’d delivered so far: a private club room, bottle service, catered steak and crab, and now a sex show.



The 14 of us were lined around a small open stage, really a dance floor, lounging against some luxurious booths, drinking and joking. Then Travis (my boss) announced that the night was about to really begin. He took his seat of honour and I sipped my rye, almost choking when my friend Jenn appeared wearing a leather black bikini and fuck-me boots, with dark eye liner and a ridiculous leather top hat. She even had a spiked collar — the whole getup was very goth ringmaster.



“You guys look like you could use some serious fucking.” She’d screamed for me to fuck her ass before, and even I was shocked by hold bold she seemed now. Jenn spied me and smiled, a bit surprised but pleased. She pointed over. “Especially this asshole.”



The other guys hooted but didn’t think anything special about it — they had no clue I’d fucked this porno ringmaster senseless and that she lived across the hall. Jenn winked at me and turned, pulling on some thin chains — I had been looking at her ass and only now noticed that she carried two leashes. As she pulled, two girls crawled out from behind the curtain. One was Mel, the amazing black girl Jenn had brought over to fuck me one day, but I didn’t recognize the second girl.



She was amazing. A small, sexy asian girl, curvy but toned, with her hair bobbed and dyed blonde like Mel’s (Mel was still a stunner, the spitting image of Nicki Minaj). Both of them wore black, studded leather bikinis.



Jenn pulled out a stool and sat down, spreading her legs. She was wearing crotchless panties and spread her lips to show her pink. “You boys like this?” Cheers went up from all around. “How about these sexy bitches?” She rattled the leashes and both Mel and the asian girl (Yuni, I found out later) smiled and batted their lashes with fake innocence.



“I like them too,” said Jenn. “There’s a lot of you here, 14. Jesus. And only three girls. We’ll have to work overtime. I’d better get this pussy ready.” She yanked on the leashes and both Mel and Yuni crawled up to Jenn. She grabbed Mel’s face and shoved it into her pussy.



Everyone cheered and drank while Mel ate out Jenn. Then she pushed Mel away and yanked Yuni’s mouth into her dripping pussy. Yuni attacked Jenn’s cunt with her tongue, and Jenn ground into her face, aggressively. Mel dropped down below Yuni and started to eat her out. I almost came right there, but this was only the beginning.



Next Jenn shoved Yuni’s face away and moved Yuni and Mel into a 69 position. The sight of Yuni’s light flesh against Mel’s black skin was amazing by itself, never mind that two of the hottest women I had ever seen were licking one another with abandon. Meanwhile, Jenn had pulled out a small bag and reached inside of it to pull out a long purple double-ended dildo.



Mel and Yuni crouched on the floor, facing away from each other, asses close together. Jenn took the dildo in both hands and knelt down between them, feeding an end into each of their pussies. The girls pushed their asses back towards each other, pussies swallowing the dildo, and bucked back and forth, to slam their asses into one another as they fucked the dildo. They moaned while Jenn stroked their asses gently and they fucked each other with the double dildo buried deep.



“They look good, don’t they boys?” Jenn purred. They sure did. “But I think they’d look better with some cocks in their mouths.” She motioned to my boss and his best man, who wasted no time dropping their pants and slamming their rock hard dicks into the girls — my boss into Yuni and his buddy into Mel. They began fucking their mouths slowly but forcefully while the girls rocked back and forth on the dildo.



Some of the other guys had their cocks out and stroked them while they watched, but I was too dumbfounded to do anything — I knew Jenn was dirty but I never knew she was anywhere close to running sex shows like this. Even though I’d fucked her myself in almost every position, I had never seen her fuck someone else, and it was a little surprising to me when she said, “That looks fun — who wants to fuck this dirty girl?”



I almost laughed when everyone’s hands shot up, like in school. Jenn smiled and bent herself over the stool, ass in the air and pussy ready. “The line forms here.”



I got there first, a line forming behind me just like she’d said, as I slid my cock into her soft, dripping cunt. “Hi, stranger,” she purred. She’d moved the stool in front of the show so I could see lines forming there as well, everyone stroking their cocks and waiting to fuck Jenn’s pussy or Mel or Yuni’s mouths. I rammed Jenn hard and didn’t know where to look — at myself fucking her, at the facefucking that Yuni and Mel were getting, or at the dildo still pounding both their pussies as they slapped asses.



“Fuck yeah, fuck me, harder, just like that,” Jenn moaned as I slammed into her. “But save your cum, stud. There are a lot more holes that need fucking around here.”



As if on cue, Mel and Yuni took their first shots to the face, as the guys pulled out and came loads all over their pretty cheeks. Yuni scooped the cum into her mouth, but Mel just let it drip off onto her tits as she pulled away and stood up, hauling the dildo out of her and Yuni and moving over to the bag to pull out something else — a large bottle of lube. She squeezed a bunch into her hand and began lathering up her asshole. “Who’s next? You want my mouth, my pussy, or my ass?”



Someone yelled “ass” and Mel strolled over to the guy, shoving him down on the bench and slamming her tits into his mouth. He sucked on them for a while while she stroked his cock, and when he was rock hard she spun around to sit down on his cock, driving it hard up into her ass. The guy gasped and almost came right then. While Mel began sliding up and down his shaft, gripping it with her tight black ass, Yuni began lubing up her asshole also. I pulled out of Jenn with an apologetic plop — “Sorry, babe — I’ve got to fuck that girl.”



Jenn shrugged. “Where’s my lube? Someone get another cock in me, NOW!”



Yuni shoved her lubed fingers up her ass to prepare it for me. Meanwhile another guy had made his way to Mel and she opened her pussy up for him, for a double-penetration — a hard cock in her ass while another pounded her pussy. Jenn had similar ideas — she was lowering her pussy onto a guy I didn’t know while spreading her cheeks for another cock in her ass. Yuni had started to suck a cock and bent herself over for me — I slipped my stiff dick into her ass as fast as I could, and started pounding her for all I was worth.



I had never fucked an asian girl, and now was fucking Yuni’s tight ass harder than I’d fucked anybody’s ass. She moaned around the cock in her mouth while another guy tried to position himself below her.



Pretty soon all three girls were stuffed in all three holes, getting fucked 9 ways to Sunday. Jenn was even jerking two other guys off. I kept slamming Yuni’s ass but it wasn’t enough for her — the girl was a true cockslut — she grabbed another dude and pulled him to her, opening wide too fit two cocks in her mouth at once. When I saw that, it was too much for me — I blew my load right into her ass.



I pulled out to watch the orgy and recover a bit — a few drops of my cum leaked out but just served as lube for the next guy.



By now each of the girls had gotten a load or two. Jenn had taken two loads to the face, and cum was dripping down her tits. Mel had taken loads on her face and back, and got a second on her face as I watched. Yuni was swallowing everything — either her mouth or pussy or ass swallowed up the cum, so it was hard to tell how much she’d gotten. She’d be leaking cum all night.



I stroked my cock while watching Jenn take another load to the chest. I couldn’t believe how dirty the girl had gotten in the last few months. She had really found her calling. I couldn’t imagine the money she would be making doing stuff like this. Hooked up with Yuni and Mel — judging by that ringmaster outfit, she’d gone from learning the ropes to being the boss. A pimp who got her hands dirty, or in this case her ass.



Yet she still gave me freebies, and let me fuck her first — even brought other hookers over to fuck me, like when she’d paid Mel to give herself to me. It struck me then how weird this whole thing was — Jenn was the closest thing I had to a girlfriend right now, yet here I was watching her fuck a room, and not only that, I was rock hard just thinking about it, only a few minutes after pounding the ass of what seemed like Jenn’s newest employee — in front of Jenn, my dick still slick from her pussy.



I shook my head. I had the strangest life, and maybe the best. Jenn barked out some orders between sucks of cock, and the girls gathered together in the middle of the room, faces and chests slick with cum, to take the last loads together. I picked myself up, stroked myself, and strolled over to Jenn’s open mouth.

I’m going to jump forward a couple of years now to a time that was approaching Fiona’s fortieth birthday, over the last eighteen months to two years we’d settled in to a fairly settled routine. Fiona was completely under my control sexually but I’d not imposed any more situations on her as she was getting plenty of cock.



She was still employed as the deal facilitator and she was doing an exceptional job as her bank balance was fit to burst as well as my own that was easily big enough for me not to work at all anymore. We carried on meeting Nigel Mann, the headmaster and two other teachers once a month as well as Paul Grewcock, Adam Beaumont and John Vann the three parents who regularly enjoyed her on a monthly basis.



I’d had to turn down many offers from many men who wanted to fuck her but I resisted as in her first year as my whore she’d gone from no sex at all to having over forty different cocks in all of her holes, she was looking tired so I limited her cock intake for my and her benefit.



It was a month before her birthday that I received a call from my girlfriend, Fiona’s eldest daughter who informed me that she’d been given a permanent position abroad and had met someone else so wouldn’t be home. Now this didn’t bother me at all, I’d seen her twice in three years and Fiona was fulfilling me more than enough, so I told her fine, enjoying her career and good bye.



What I didn’t realise or should I say what I hadn’t really thought about until I heard Alan ranting at Fiona one Friday night a couple of days after her eldest had told her the same news as me, was that us not being boyfriend/girlfriend anymore was about to pose me living arrangement problems. I heard Alan tell Fiona in his pissed up slurred way that I should fuck off out the house and Fiona was to tell me to go. I knew he wouldn’t as he was a big bully when pissed but a pussy when sober and definitely wouldn’t want the job of doing it.



It was a couple of days later after Alan had gone out on the piss and Alice who was now seventeen had disappeared with her first boyfriend Rick, that I screwed Fiona for the afternoon and once I’d come in her she bought up what Alan had said.



“Owner, Alan says you have to leave now your split up,” she said from beside me.



I’d been thinking long and hard about what I was going to do since I’d heard Alan, I wasn’t about to leave voluntarily and give up my whore, secondly I could make Fiona leave her daughter Alice behind even though she followed every instruction sexually asking her to abandon her daughter wasn’t an option. I’d already decided that I’d be staying around and it’d be Alan leaving, I somehow had to make that happen and I intended to make her fortieth birthday the day.



“At least let me stay until after your birthday whore maybe we can work something out?” I said.



Fiona had told Alan that I was to leave after her birthday but he never spoke to me about it, I planned big bash for her birthday with Alice down at the local club and all her family and friends attended, even Adam Beaumont got invited by Alice and just because I could I had Fiona give him a handjob in a small room upstairs at the club whilst the party was in full swing.



Once the party had finished around one in the morning and the guests had gone it left me, Fiona and Alan. As we left Alan told us somehow through very slurred speech that he was going in the late bar round the corner as he obviously hadn’t had quite enough even though he could barely walk already. I headed home with a very unsteady Fiona on my arm and spent the fifteen minute walk openly feeling her tits and cunt all the way home.



Fiona the worst for wear staggered towards the door that led upstairs but I pulled her back by the arm, “I don’t think so whore it’s time for a birthday fuck.”



“Hic, hic, we can’t Ali, he could come back,” she slurred and wobbled a little on her high heels.



“Good I want him to come back Fiona because after tonight he’ll know you’re my whore,” I said pulling her right up to me so that I could reach behind her and pull her close with both my hands on her arse.



“Noo, Ali, we can’t, please,” she whimpered but didn’t struggle against my grip or resist when my hands slid her skirt up in to a bunch round her waist.



“There is no way I’m leaving this house whore, I always told you that one day he would know his wife was a whore, my whore, and tonight is that night you slut,” I said moving her away from slightly enough to begin unbuttoning her tight blouse that hugged her bra covered boobs.



Again she didn’t resist although she did offer up a weak protest along the lines that we couldn’t do it, the alcohol had slowed her thought process and she seemed to be struggling to properly understand what she would be doing tonight, because even though she was well trained I knew that sober she would of resisted what I was saying a lot more.



Getting her drunk was definitely the best idea as it made this bit a tad easier than I thought and later on I would handle Alan.



I unbuttoned her blouse completely and threw it on the floor in the direction of the kitchen and Alan’s route in to the house, maybe his wife’s clothes scattered on the floor would alert him to some sinister situation, but I knew he’d be to fucked to even realise. I left her bra on and then proceeded to remove her skirt properly so that she was stood before me in her high heels and stockings, black lace French knickers and matching bra that I’d bought her for her birthday and this special occasion.



“Come and get my cock out whore and give me a birthday blowjob,” I said sitting back on the arm of the sofa.



Again she offered little to no protest other than a weak, whispered no that had no meaning or threat to it. How I’d positioned myself meant that she had to walk round me and turn her back to the way Alan would enter the house, and she awkwardly began to fumble with my jean buttons as the drink had blatantly impaired her vision and hand, eye co-ordination. Eventually though she worked my jeans loose and lowered them along with my boxers until they were both round my ankles.



“Take my shoes off and remove my jeans and boxers properly you whore,” I told her and she did without question. I got the feeling Fiona had either forgotten Alan was coming back or she had accepted what was going to happen far easier than I ever imagined.



Once my jeans and boxers were off I threw them up towards the door where her blouse and skirt already lay in Alan’s path to pre warn the dumb piss head of his wife’s adultery. Without asking she lifted my flaccid cock and lowered her wet familiar mouth to it and engulfed it in the warmth and comfort of her soft lipstick coated lips; my cock instantly began to swell in her mouth and her head began to bob up and down my growing thick shaft like it had done hundreds of times before over the last three years.



I enjoyed her mouth on my cock just as much as I had the first time back in my room the day her curiosity had got the better of her, and her need, desire, craving for cock after years of neglect led her to my bedside and eventually her married mouth round my dick. She was eagerly slurping on my shaft treating me like it was actually my birthday and not her own and she didn’t even flinch when the gate latch went and then slam shut as Alan headed down the path towards the door.



“Pull your knickers aside and rub your cunt,” I instructed her and like a good whore her left hand left my hip and went between her legs and after a moment she’d opened her legs wider and her fingers were pumping in her hole and rubbing her clit furiously.



The door went and her head sprung up and a horrified look was etched across her face, but even in her predicament she didn’t move; either driven by her love of being my whore or so inhibited from alcohol I mouthed to her, “Suck my cock whore,” and she dutifully obliged sealing her fate as well as Alan’s.



The kitchen door slammed behind him and I heard him bump off the door frame as he tried to stagger his way through the house to bed, the clothes on the floor registered briefly but he kicked them aside and headed towards me his head still down for the moment and my own stomach knotted at the thought of how this was to pan out.



He looked up and his glazed eyes met mine and he wobbled and reached for the frame of the adjoining archway as he tried to focus. Fiona, his wife, my now ex-girlfriends mum slurped nosily on my dick with her hand working overtime between her legs on her cunt, my cunt not Alan’s.



His face changed and screwed up and he tried to say something which came out as a grunt and slur as he staggered forward towards me swinging his arm in a haymaker motion with a very limp and weak looking fist. As he neared me I didn’t even need to move or allow Fiona off my cock and in the same motion I held her head with my left hand and slammed my open palm in to Alan’s face sending him sprawling backwards over the arm of the chair in the corner.



“Sit the fuck down old man,” I said.



He eventually got up and again swung a feeble punch in my direction and his own balance got the better of him before I pushed him in the face again sending him back in his seat. This time he slumped and looked tired, drunk, and worthless and defeated; he knew as well as I he couldn’t stop what was happening as he tried to focus on his wife sucking my cock.



“You bought this all on yourself Alan remember that, if only you’d paid your wife some attention she wouldn’t of craved my cock,” I said leaning back with my arms on the arm of the sofa either side of me no longer aiding Fiona, she just willingly continued sucking me and rubbing her cunt. “How long has it been whore since Alan showed you any attention?” I asked.



She stopped sucking me and raised her head and looked up at me with her big brown eyes and said, “Nine years owner.” Before lowering her lips back to my shaft.



“Nine years Alan you should be ashamed of yourself, she’s spent the last three years getting dick from me Alan,” I said to him laughing at him as I began to enjoy humiliating him.



“Cunt,” he spat in anger but didn’t even try to get up and attack me again he knew that it was pointless in his current state and I even hoped he’d try it in the morning when he was sober because I was ready to fuck him up.



I looked back to Fiona and watched her head bobbing up and down my thick shaft and at that point I felt so in control and horribly excited that I was making her suck my cock in front of her pathetic husband on the opposite chair. I couldn’t resist or stop myself from talking nasty to her, saying the most humiliating things I could to her and aiming them at Alan.



“Show your pathetic husband what he’s been missing you whore, make sure you suck me real good Fiona,” I was saying, “You see Alan this is what you should of made her do, if you had she wouldn’t of needed to suck mine would she?” I asked him horribly laughing at his predicament.



“Pfuckings cunt, fucks you,” he slurred and spat still rooted to the chair.



After another five minutes of her wonderful mouth on my dick I lifted her up and pulled her towards me for a wet kiss involving both our tongues. Fiona had gone, her eyes were glazed over with lust I knew she didn’t care for Alan’s presence anymore, she was mine all mine after tonight. I pinched her nipples which were already swollen and erect and then turned her around facing away from me and towards Alan, she then did something that cemented my assumption she was mine and caught me totally by surprise.



She looked at Alan and said, “You worthless piece of pissed up shit, you’re going to watch me fuck a real cock you pathetic man.”



I couldn’t believe my ears and my cock almost grew another inch at her admission to her own husband so I continued my humiliation of him, “bend over and peel you knickers down you slut,” I told her and again her response was like music to my ears.



As she bent forward and reached round with both hands to the knicker elastic she said, “Yes owner.” And I saw Alan flinch at this comment and another slurred attack left his mouth.



She eased her French knickers down and I licked my lips at the sight of her tight hairless anus coming in to view as her knickers descended to her ankles letting me view her soaking wet pussy lips. I bent down behind her and winked at Alan over his wife’s back before pulling her buttocks open as far as I could, opening her pussy lips before burying my face in her hole letting my tongue locate her clit with ease.



“Oooooooh yesssss Ali that’s what I want,” she squealed in delight.



I ate Fiona’s cunt like the first time three years ago, feasting on it, enjoying every inch of her puffy swollen and gorgeous hard clitty that was bulging from between its hiding place like a sexual beacon alerting me to her need for sexual pleasure.



“Fuck don’t stop, I’m going to come, I’m going to come, pleassse make me come in front of my husband,” she begged, Fiona herself getting in to humiliating Alan, “Shit, oh shiy her I commmmmme, yesssssssss arrggghhh,” she squealed pushing her body back in to my face pinning me to the arm of the sofa as she lost herself in orgasm and covered my face in a torrent of her fantastic juice.



I pushed her away and told her to bend back over and keep her cunt spread, which she did by reaching round with both hands on her lovely arse, I looked down at Alan who seemed to be sobering a little but was still very bleary eyed.



“That’s how your wife wanted her cunt eating years ago you idiot, now its left for me to do, I don’t mind though Alan your wife’s cunt is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” I said laughing at him before turning my attention back to his wife, and my whore, “If you want some cock you whore you better back yourself up on it, show Alan how much you want my cock, I’m not going to fuck you you’re going to fuck me,” I told her spreading my legs and sitting on the low leather sofa arm.



Fiona shuffled back on her heels, her knickes still tangled round her ankles and her buttocks still spread by her hands, she got close and began moving her bottom round rubbing it on my shaft as she searched for my helmet with her pussy. Eventually she found it like she always did and as she lowered herself enough for my helmet to split her pussy lips she then stopped and again looked at Alan and smiled.



“This is how much I like his cock,” she said and then dropped herself down on my dick filling herself completely with my wide girth and she let out one of her long familiar low groans I’d heard a thousand times but could never get bored of.



Like a good whore she then rode me, she rocked back and forth over and over sliding her juiced up wanton pussy up and down my shaft over and over each time she slammed her whole body down in to my groin ensuring the full length of my six and a half in thick cock stretched her out. She came on me after about seven minutes of her nonstop fucking and as she did she sat herself down on my dick and threw her head back squealing like a pig and declared her love for my thick cock over and over as she came on it.



She’d proved to me how much she wanted my dick and she’d proved that Alan meant nothing to her now so I walked her over to the sofa and pushed her back and told her to spread her legs, which she did of course and I wasted no time in dropping between them dick first that I drove in her hole with so much ease as her wetness was unbelievable. I began fucking her hard and deep, giving her my whole fat cock and I looked over my shoulder at Alan who was just sat watching. We paid him no more attention and for the next twenty minutes I fucked her in a whole manner of positions right before his eyes.



He watched her come for the third and fourth times as she allowed her married pussy to be fucked over and over before her husband’s eyes, and she added the ultimate humiliation for Alan when I told her I was going to come.



“Fill my married pussy with your spunk Ali, give me your hot spunk again,” she whimpered.



I slowed my strokes and I felt my come boil and then my cock erupt inside her, I shot the biggest ever load inside her and even as I pulled out my cock another spray of my cream flew and landed on her body. Spent we took a minute or two to recover and then I stood up and walked towards Alan in his chair letting him get a good look at mu still hard cock coated in my and his wife’s come.



“I’m going up to bed with your wife now Alan, I’ll now be sharing her bed. By all means take mine or use the couch if you like,” I said looking over at Fiona who was sitting towards the edge of it, my come pooling on the middle cushion as it leaked from her abused hole and off on to the floor, “Maybe you want the bed Alan it looks like we made a mess, sorry!” I laughed.



I told Fiona to follow me upstairs which she did like a good whore and we left Alan downstairs, as we lay in her bed together for the first time drifting off to sleep we heard Alan stumble up the stairs and in to the room that I used to use. I had made up my mind now that I was going to show Alan what a whore his wife had become over this weekend and it was up to him if he hung around to watch; we had enough money between us now to bung him a shit load and set him up in a flat somewhere so that he could drink to his heart content.



His other option was to live here under this roof and watch his wife serve me and others.

Note to my readers: If you don’t like non-consent themes in your incest stories, then you best stop reading right now. I have some sweeter incest stories coming up, but this is not one of them.



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One afternoon, I was lying alone in the hay up in the loft of the barn. It was a beautiful spring day and I had just turned eighteen. I was just feeling real good and I couldn’t help but reach up under my skirt. I pulled my panties down to my ankles and just started touching myself down there. It was feeling so nice, but then Uncle Randy caught me up there and boy did he get mad.



He must have followed me to the barn and climbed up the ladder without me hearing him. Before I knew it he was there. He was on his knees ripping my panties all the way off and pushing my legs wide apart. He told he would tell my parents what he caught me doing, unless I let him touch it too.



I was afraid, but I was more afraid of my daddy beating me if he found out what I had been doing up there. Uncle Randy touched it, but not gentle like I had. He started jamming his dirty fingers up inside me and it hurt. He told me not to cry. He took off his overalls and he showed me his dick. It was big and he told me to touch it. I was surprised by how smooth it felt and how hard it was. He made me suck it a little bit and then he spit on his hand rubbed it on my pussy and shoved that big dick of his fast up in me. I started to cry out, but he covered my mouth and then started slamming it into me real hard, over and over. I cried as he grunted away. At the end he pulled his dick out and it squirted stuff all over my pussy and thighs. He slapped me on my tear stained face, put his overalls back on and went back down to tend to the horses.



I lay there for a while till the stuff on me dried up and he had left the barn. Then I crept out and back to the house. The next morning I had breakfast with my Aunt and two cousins Ricky and Rodney, just like normal. When I finished and started to do the dishes, my Aunt shooed me away and told me my Uncle wanted me to help him in the barn again.



I slowly made my way out there, knowing the kind of help he probably wanted. When I got to the barn I didn’t see him anywhere.



“Get yer ass up here. I don’t have all day.” He hollered down to me from the loft.



I climbed the ladder. He already had his overalls dropped down to his ankles and he was stroking his dick which was big and hard again.



He pointed to the floor in front of him. “On your knees now, else you know what’ll happen.”



I made my way over and got down. He quickly grabbed the back of my head, twisting his fingers into my hair. With his other hand he guided his fat cock to my lips.



“Open up.” He pushed it between my lips. “Oh yeah. That’s right. Be a good girl for your Uncle Randy.” He started pumping deep into the back of my throat. I felt like I could hardly breathe. I thought I might throw up for a minute.



I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on the back of my head and kept thrusting away at my face until something warm began to ooze out of him and into my mouth. It smelled like chlorine a little bit and tasted kind of salty. It took everything I had not to throw up all over him. He told me I better get back to the house and help Auntie with the chores. I scrambled downstairs and away from him as fast as I could.



A few days went by and I wasn’t called to the barn once, but finally the call came again. And once again he made my Aunt the messenger.



“Luella, your Uncle wants you and the boys to help out today. You all finish up your breakfast and get out there, he don’t like to wait.” I thought it was strange that he wanted the boys too, but I did as I was told.



We all ambled out towards the barn. My older cousin Dwayne was nineteen and a year older than me and Leroy was eighteen like me. They almost never talked to me, but I admit I did think they were both kind of cute.



Uncle Randy was downstairs this time. “Boys, Luella has something she wants to show you.”



I felt my face blush as the boys stared at me with questioning looks in their eyes.



“Well come on Luella, get up stairs and show them.” He pointed up towards the loft.



I started to climb the ladder. My two cousins and uncle followed close behind. Once we got up there Uncle Randy told me to pull my skirt up and drop my drawers. My cousins stood mesmerized by the sight of me.



“See that boys, that’s pussy and it’s some mighty fine pussy too. I know, cause I tried it out. You boys e’er seen a pussy before?”



“No Pa, we sure aint.” They couldn’t stop staring at my little blonde pussy.



Uncle Randy and Auntie Anne homeschooled the boys and kept them out on that farm most their lives, so it wasn’t too surprising they had never seen a pussy before.



“Well boys, today is your lucky day. Luella take urrything off and lay down over there.” He pointed to a soft looking pile of hay, where the sun was shining in through a hatch on the roof.



I pulled my clothes off and held them over my body as I made my way to the sunny spot. I laid down real careful like.



“Spread your legs wide girl we can’t see. C’mon boys, gather round.” Uncle Randy crouched between my legs and pressed them way open.



Leroy and Dwayne got on either side of Uncle Randy and they all stared at my pussy, almost as if I wasn’t there.



“See here.” Uncle pushed a rough finger into me.



I winced.



“I already broke her in for you. So she shouldn’t put up too much of a fuss.” He pressed another finger inside. “Well get yer dicks out boys.”



The boys still entranced by my slit, awoke quickly and began struggling with their belt buckles and zippers, until they each produced smaller but almost identical cocks to their father’s.



“Ok Dwayne goes first, since he’s the oldest. Leroy you get over here and pull her legs open as far as you can and see how yer brother done it.” Uncle Randy showed Leroy how to pull back on my knees and open me way up.



Dwayne slid in between my legs and fumbled around a little big trying to get it to go in. Uncle Randy reached over and aimed it for him. Dwayne felt pretty big inside of me and it hurt, but not nearly as much as it had with Uncle Randy. Dwayne didn’t take too long till he was moaning and groaning and gritting his teeth. He didn’t pull his thing out like Uncle Randy did. Uncle Randy yelled as him as he started spurting his stuff into me and then he pulled him off while it was still coming out of him.



“Now boys you can’t come in her pussy cause she might end up pregnant. In a few minutes when you’re ready for another go round, I’ll show you a couple of other options. Now, Leroy you ready to get your dick wet?”



Leroy nodded and slid into place between my legs. He managed better than his older brother. He got it into me pretty quick and without his dad’s help. He started pumping and pumping and then his dad pulled him off.



“Here, I want you to try something. I think you’ll like it and you don’t have to worry about getting the girl pregnant. Luella, get on your hands and knees. Wait no, go bend over that hay bale over there.”



I crawled over to it and flopped on top with my ass up in the air. The guys followed.



“Here, see she got two pussies. I know, I know, you gonna say, no Pa that’s her butthole, but it feels just as nice as a pussy and you can’t get her pregnant that way. You do gotta lube it up a bit though.” He shoved a couple of fingers into my slit and started rubbing his son’s slippery stuff from my pussy onto my bottom. He poked a finger in and I didn’t like it, but I knew better than to say so. He spit on it and started fucking my little hole with his finger, shoving it in and out. “You get the idea boys?”



They must have nodded.



“Leroy wanna give it a try? Well then go on boy, shove your dick in there and just go to town on it.”



I felt a sharp pain as my cousin jammed his cock into me. He was fucking me hard with his little prick and breathing heavy and then I felt it. The hot wet stuff was stinging me on the inside as it began to squirt out of him. Before I could even recover from the pain, Dwayne was already pushing into my ass. He didn’t need any help this time. While he was pumping painfully in and out of my hole, Uncle Randy moved up by my head. He grabbed my cheeks, squeezed them forcing my lips open and shoved his fat dick in. He thrust slowly in and out of my mouth, while Dwayne continued his assault on my sore bottom. This time around it took Dwayne a lot longer to finish inside of me. After Dwayne finally finished, Uncle Randy pulled out of my mouth. Just when I thought we were all done, Uncle started pressing his own fat cock into my very sore but slick ass.

[Preface to part IV: I got a TON of feedback after parts 2 and 3 so let me address just a few things. First, yeah... I really rushed part 3 and I regret it. Not how the sex varieties turned out but the story and writing was hurried and I am sorry. Thank you, HONESTLY, for the feedback. Second, I have been asked and asked how much of my story is based on real-life experiences. I am an ex-Mormon and I am trying to keep the aspects that deal with the church as real as possible and I speak from decades of experience having lived in the church and having held many callings, including leadership callings at the ward level. That is about it, however. I have not been with other couples or men although I think both sound fun. Lastly, I apologize that many disliked the male/male aspects in part three. I don't want this series to be about gay-sex, per-se, I just feel as if the whole series should be about exploration and taboo and releasing years and decades of pent-up sexual frustration especially as it relates to religion and especially as it relates to Mormonism. I am going to explore a bit and that does not mean the story will or will not take a turn back into that kind of homosexual play. To my readers who liked parts 1 and 2 and then got a bit turned off in part 3, apologies but please see through surface level aspects of that sex play and hang with me if the other aspects are working for you, (religion, swinging, religiosity, group sex, cum-play, etc.). Mostly, I really do appreciate the feedback and suggestions and hope people will keep sending them my way.]



…. PART IV ….



The cabin experience could not occupy more space in my mind. Awkwardly we ended that night without a lot of deep analysis of what had happened. Everyone had experienced newness and soul exploding orgasms and an overwhelming sensation of liberation became the color of the last few hours we had with Brian and Brooke before heading home. We were all so tired that further sexual exploits simply could not happen, and the drive home was remarkably “normal”, almost a conscious shelving of the prior activities as we talked about work and other mundane things. Brooke and Brian were heading out of town for the next week, Brian for business and Brooke to visit family in the city where Brian was headed for work, so our extreme closeness with them was going to give way to a vacuum.



In the void of Brian and Brooke leaving town, Katie and I were a bit contemplative about it all and even took a break from sex for a few days, mutually, without being explicit but understanding our bodies were satiated and our minds blown. We talked about what the boundaries might be from this point forward and it seemed even in trying to negotiate some set of rules for playing with other couples, that we would simply get lost in the fantasy of what happened. We came to terms with the fact that it was good, very good, and we wanted more experiences like that. It seemed we were talking about both Brian and Brooke and the potential of others we might meet, even though we did not spell out these expectations. The only rule we both seemed to feel strongly about was that this was a couple thing — this was not her hooking up on her own or me doing the same, this was erotic exploration for the sake of US.



On a personal level, however, I worried that Katie might have second thoughts about what I had done with Brian, moreover I worried about the experience for myself and what it meant. Aside from the taboo fantasies of my mission companion I never dreamt of men or looked at them with lust in normal situations. Was I gay? Was I bisexual? Did the label even matter? I tried for the first few days to frame it and put the experience in a box. I wanted to come to some diagnosis or conclusion that would explain why I had such an erotic experience with another man, to know if this was a predictor of my future. It drove me insane until Wednesday night as I sat alone in the dark front room by a fire, three beers into the evening, that I realized it meant only as much as I wanted to assign to it. It did not define me, scar me, or label me. I loved women and I craved them and lusted after the female form in ways I could not explain with words. Nevertheless I had found appreciation and eroticism in the verboten connection of two men and I felt no sense of perversion or shame, I felt a sense of exploration instead. Would another man ever be able to connect with me like that again? I don’t know, but I knew I was not going to worry over it anymore. I was not in love with Brian, I felt no need to be with him like that again, but should it happen I would not complain nor beat myself up. I grinned, I felt like I had resolved a life-mystery as I had emptied the bottle so I got up to grab number four from the fridge.



No sooner had I closed the door on the fridge when the phone rang. The name on the display was that of a neighbor that lived just around the corner from us, Craig Larsen. We had lived in the neighborhood for 11 years and knew our neighbors well, most being very typical Utah Mormons. Since leaving the church some of those friendships had dissolved into nothing more than polite waves and smiles, others avoided us as if we were dangerous daemons. Craig and his wife Melinda were close to my age and we had gotten to know them better than others in the neighborhood and Craig had always treated us very well, even after we left the church. Craig and I had regularly golfed together and he seemed very casual and decent. Craig’s wife was a crazy hot Mormon who I had visually undressed many times when seeing her around town or even in church services, a cute brown haired MILF with a curvy body that was always entirely too clothed in a very Mormon-modest way. Even at the church pool party a couple years ago her conservative one-piece bathing suit did not give away many details. Although Craig and I had remained friends, we had not spoken in a few weeks and it was atypical of him to ever call late in the evening. I picked up, intrigued, and said hello.



In the course of the next few minutes I learned that while I was out of town having sex with another man and his wife, Craig had been called to serve as the Bishop of our Mormon Ward. In the LDS world, Bishops are the leaders of small church units called “wards” that usually range in size from about 300 to 500 members. Bishops are just ordinary guys that live in the ward, men that have been deemed worthy enough to lead the ward and they serve as bishop for about 5 years before a new bishop is called. Craig’s turn, apparently, was up and I sincerely felt bad for him since bishops have to deal with everything from welfare needs to operational matters of the ward, collecting tithing, dealing with the drama and also serving as the source of confession for sinners. Not a fun job, even for those men who would aspire to such a calling as a promotion in their religious career. Moreover, Craig didn’t fit the typical “bishop mold”. He was too casual, in my observation, of his faith and too eager to crack an off color joke while golfing or laugh about the crazy cultural habit of the LDS church. Self-righteousness was not a trait I assigned to Craig, but one I observed in most Mormon leaders otherwise.



Nevertheless, Craig was the new bishop and he was calling to check in on Katie and I, in the capacity of bishop. He wanted to know if Katie and I would come by the church, visit with him, and catch up. I knew this meant Craig would be sitting behind a desk, suit and tie on, and we would get grilled on why we were no longer active, what he could do to help strengthen our testimony of the church, on and on. I knew the drill, I knew the protocol, and I wanted nothing to do with it. Craig and I were decent friends, however, so I made a counter proposal. Telling him that we would be uncomfortable with a formal visit to the church, I suggested he and Melinda come over to our place instead, have dinner, and we could catch up as friends and neighbors. Honestly, I think I heard relief in his voice that I was letting him off the hook of formal bishop duties and he accepted the invite. As luck had it, we both were free the following night and so a dinner date was set.



Craig and Melinda arrived sharply at 8pm, which in Mormon Utah is a rarity; no respect is given to being prompt to any event. Craig, much to my disappointment, insisted on wearing a white shirt but at least ditched the suit coat and tie and his wife wore a simple knee length skirt and loose fitting knit top and looked much more casual. We all gathered in the kitchen, snacked on chips, and made light conversation while we finished dinner prep. “So how’s life as the Bishop, Craig?” I asked. He laughed a bit and then said it had been entirely overwhelming, even in just the few days he had been in the position. He talked about the petty drama of some of the Sunday school teachers and the problems he had getting the youth to remain interested in anything related to the church. He said on his first Tuesday night of meeting with members he had heard more personal details about the lives of people in the ward than he ever wanted to know. Teenagers confessing to reaching second base, adults gossiping and rumoring about other members, confessions of a beer consumed while camping by some older gentleman in the ward. I laughed but internally I considered how differently the world looked outside of the church and how petty things become elements of shame and guilt inside the church.



Sick, I thought that people would run to this poor man and pour their sins onto him. How sick to think people would divulge to a figurative stranger their most personal secrets and that he would have to take them on as part of his stress too. How do you look at a member who confessed to cheating on their spouse, for example, and not feel embarrassment for the both of you for the rest of your lives? Unfortunate, to say the least, but at least Craig was relating very minor indiscretions. If he only knew what Katie and I had been up too last weekend, I thought.



Thankfully, the church talk ended as dinner was ready and we enjoyed a great meal and talked about politics, sports, kids, and jobs… an hour and a half flew by. Craig and Melinda were genuinely good people and we enjoyed their company. Nonetheless, that he was the bishop now was always in the back of my mind and rather than leave good enough alone, I reopened the religious subject when a lull occurred in the conversation.



“Well Craig,” I said, “I feel bad for you. A lot of tough stuff and long days are coming your way and I don’t envy you one bit. I certainly don’t want to be in your shoes the day a cheating spouse comes to your door in tears to spill all the details!”



“Yeah…” Craig replied. Then he paused but apparently feeling comfortable enough with how the night had gone he offhandedly added, “Well… that already happened too.”



“Oh man!” I exclaimed, “Baptism by fire for you!”



I looked at Katie during this exchange and her eyes were full of wicked amusement, but as I glanced over at Melinda I saw both shock and intrigue. I supposed that Craig had not shared this detail with her, and if playing by the rules Craig would not have shared this detail with anyone in respect of the individuals privacy. In the privacy and company of friends, however, secrets tend to leak.



“You’re serious?” I continued, “A cheating spouse?”



Craig replied, “Not exactly…”



“Come on, you have to share more details… don’t tell us the names, just give us the story!” I said, trying to keep my voice light and my interest playful.



“There is a couple in the ward that have been having problems in their marriage and they came to me to confess that they had tried an ‘open’ marriage”, Craig said using air-quotes around the word ‘Open’. “Guess they felt guilty about it after trying it out and came confessing,” Craig finished.



“Wow!” was all I could say in response but then Melinda chimed in, “Were they embarrassed?” she asked.



“Funny, but no.” Craig answered. “In fact, despite the fact that I kept telling them I didn’t want any details, the two of them kept insisting on telling me specifics as if it would change the way I would judge them.” Now Craig was blushing, but I he had opened the barn door on this one.



“Details?” I prodded.



“What details?” Melinda asked.



“Geeze… I should NOT be telling you this!” he protested.



“You can’t stop now!” Katie finally added, teasing.



Looking defeated Craig continued, “Crud… ok. Just stuff like making sure I knew that she only had oral sex with the guy she hooked up with and that she only hooked up once, while he wanted me to know that he had two different partners and with one it was only oral but with the second partner he had full intercourse. That kind of stuff.”



Melinda was staring at him with her mouth slightly open as if she could not believe what she was hearing. “It’s that easy to just go find new sex partners?” she asked.



“I dunno, I didn’t ask how they arranged it — I was totally caught off guard!” Craig replied. “And it didn’t help that they are people I KNOW and that they are both attractive and apparently very sexual.” He continued.



“You got turned on by this?” Melinda asked in a surprised voice.



“Gimme a break, Hun! What would you do if you were in my shoes and it was, say, Katie and Greg confessing their sexual adventures! Tell me that wouldn’t make certain thoughts run through your mind.” Craig offered in his defense.



Of course, Katie and I looked at each other in shocked amusement at Craig’s example. While he was just trying to make a point his question caused Melinda to stare at us both with a shy look on her face, almost embarrassed that her husband had gone there. So I poked back: “Come on, Melinda, want to know our dirty secrets and see if it turns you on?”



“Sure, go… what you got?” Melinda returned out as a mock challenge. At this point I felt like we were on the edge of a cliff and while part of me reasoned that I should hold back and keep things on the level, the devil in me had been fueled only a weekend ago and so I put a first tentative foot across the line.



“Sounds like you want a good old fashion game of truth-or-dare, Melinda!” I playfully accused.



Melinda didn’t reply, but her eyes betrayed her otherwise conservative exterior. She smiled too much and she looked over at Craig. “You can’t handle the truth,” I said in my fake movie-star voice, to lighten the air a bit.



“You are just like Craig, you guys think I am so fragile!” Melinda replied, feigning an offended look on her face.



“Well, you are the bishop’s wife. We have to assume you are as sweet and innocent as you look. But maybe your husband wants to play,” I said as I put the other foot over the proverbial line. “Craig, Truth! Did you get an erection as you listened to the open marriage confession?” I asked.



Craig was surprised I had picked on him, but I didn’t let him protest. “Oh, sorry — I should have asked you truth or dare but let’s start with easy. Tell us… did you?” I asked again.



Craig didn’t hesitate as much as I thought he would, and instead offered a half-truth answer, “I already told you, it turned me on” he said.



“Awesome!” I exclaimed. This might actually turn out to be fun, I thought. “Ok, Craig, your turn then!”



“Really? Are we going to play this silly teen-dating game?” Craig asked, but Melinda spoke up, “Well you can’t let him end on that note, Craig! At least a little payback is fair at this point.” She finished.



Looking flustered that his demure little wife was not begging this to end, and sensing he was trying to play it safe, he turned to Melinda rather than taking revenge by asking me a question. He asked Melinda, “I know you will take truth, so tell us…. would hearing about Katie and Greg’s sex life turn you on?”



Melinda was easily the most shocking presence in the room at this point. Normally reserved and conservative and quite, even shy, she was starting to project a boldness that I had never seen from her before. She didn’t laugh this time, only smiled as she answered her truth-challenge, “Sure, who wouldn’t get turned on by something like that.”



The mood, with her answer, shifted among the four of us. What was thrown out as a sophomoric joke was suddenly taking on a bit of life. Melinda answered with more confidence than I would have imagined and her admission implied something else going on, perhaps, something under the surface of a gorgeous woman in a buttoned down lifestyle. I wondered if there might be an interesting layer or two to peel back. At the same time Melinda as answering I felt Katie’s hand, which was already resting on my leg, nudge up towards my crotch. She was sensing something too.



Staying focused, Melinda didn’t hesitate, “So my turn. Katie… truth or dare?”



Again, a shift as the default “truth” option gave way to a choice. Dare was actually on the menu, things were getting interesting indeed. Truth, however, was Katie’s pick so Melinda asked, “Do you still wear garments?” Katie laughed since the question was such a “Mormon” one. Only in our silly little church do people obsess over each other’s underwear. As Katie laughed, she pulled the top of her shirt to the side exposing her shoulder and bra strap to evidence the missing garments. Then she stood up and lifted the back hem of her shirt just enough to expose the top of her pants, and then fished the very top of her black thong and lifted it to expose her panties and further prove the lack of garments. As she sat down, she laughed again saying, “The garments were the FIRST thing to go when we left the church!”



Smiling, Melinda looked back over at her husband and caught him almost drooling as he had watched Katie’s little show. Melinda playfully nudged him with her elbow and told him to stop staring. Busted, he looked down embarrassed but Melinda then put a hand in his lap below the table and I assume reassured him with a gentle and well placed touch that she was not upset.



Katie took charge following her turn and looked back at Melinda, “Truth or dare” she asked. Melinda protested saying she just had a turn but we all argued back that the rules didn’t say we had to take even rotation on the turns. Katie had been on the spot last, and it was now her call to pick on whomever she wanted.



“Fine” Melinda finally gave in. “Dare!” she continued, as if the challenge was to Katie rather than herself. Katie, for her part, did look surprised that Melinda had chosen dare and so it took her a moment to think of a good dare.



Finally, Katie looked back over at Melinda with her dare. “Garments… speaking of garments. I have some new panties, never been worn, tag still on. I dare you to go change out of your garments and play the rest of the game in ‘big-girl-underwear!”



Without looking at her husband for approval she simply rose from the chair and said, “Show me where to change”. Katie got up and the two of them walked out of the room, back to our bedroom. Katie came back almost immediately, thankfully, before it was awkward for Craig and I who sat in silence as they left. Not long after Melinda came back in looking much the same as before for all appearances, but to know she was no longer wearing garments added a silly, stupid, taboo tinge to things. I was erect for the most juvenile of reasons and assumed that the sexual beast my wife had recently morphed into was reacting the same way.



Craig, however, was starting to look very uncomfortable. It was a shocking situation to be in, to say the least. Newly called Mormon bishop, spilling the beans on other peoples private confessions, watching his docile wife come out of her shell, even if just a bit. His face looked strained as though he were fighting internally for control of himself. I had spent enough time with him golfing and in other situations to know his wife was truly conservative. Our superficial man-talk had him expressing more than once that he wished for a better sex life and who could blame him. With a wife that looked like Melinda, having to hold back would certainly be torture. Thus, here he sits next to her as she lets her hair down while he tries to find his way into the role of a spiritual leader. I suppose it helped that the couple across the table from them were clearly no longer worried about his religious reputation, could not care less if he were an upstanding Mormon or just a normal human being. All the same, I did not envy him.

If Craig was struggling, it was going to get worse since the rest of us were ready to continue the game and Melinda moved it forward by asking me to choose: truth or dare. I choose truth, partially because I wanted to slow the boil in the room, for Craig’s sake. A dare might have been more than he could process at this point in the evening, and the last thing I wanted was for Melinda to be pulled out of the party because her husband’s guilt got the best of him.



“Tell me the last girl you were with physically other than Katie, and what you did with her,” was Melinda’s truth challenge. Oh my, if I wanted to slow the boil this question was certainly not going to do the trick. She likely thought I would remember college years and recount a make-out session with some co-ed at BYU. At least my answer was going to be restrained to the last “girl” I was with, the truthful answer otherwise might have required a confession from the cabin that would cause more than shock.



“Brooke was her name and I had full intercourse with her.” I finally answered. Even this answer was more than Melinda or Craig expected. Melinda’s jaw dropped at this confession and she reactively asked “You had sex before you were married?” Enough detail was already on the table, however, so I deflected the question, “No… no… you already asked your question and I answered. No more details! My turn.”



Melinda put on a silly frown to show her mock disappointment at not getting more of the dirt and Craig’s face softened a bit, as if my confession to even more naughty lowered the standards in the room. Maybe we were chipping away at his internal guilt. Only one way to find out; truth or dare was offered, this time to Craig, and as expected, he chose truth.



“Ok, man, I want to know the last time you masturbated,” I asked.



Melinda’s eyes got wide at the question and Katie playfully punched my shoulder. Masturbation, like all sexually related topics in Mormonism, is verboten. My question was one that not only assumed he did something that was technically a sin, but that it he did it often enough and frequently enough to have solid memory of the last time. While masturbation is a sin for Mormons, it’s common knowledge that everyone still does it. I am sure Melinda assumed the same of Craig but seriously doubted she ever asked about it. Now it was out there, had to be addressed, and even Craig was smart enough to not try denying he did it. He only let out a big sigh and looked at us all for some leeway.



“Come on! Fess up! You just found out I have had sex with someone other than my wife, so let’s hear the last time you rubbed one out, ” I pushed him.



“Fine. Tuesday” he offered quickly and then looked down. His answer only caused Melinda to look more puzzled. “Tuesday?” she asked. “But, you didn’t get home until after 11 that night cause of all your church meetings…” she continued. “Wait,” she paused ” that was the night you heard the open-marriage confession… you, you didn’t… ” she stammered.



“Sorry, but I just had lost control. All that talk about other people having sex! I knew you would be exhausted and even asleep by the time I got home. Geeze. Sorry!” Craig exclaimed. “Are you mad?” he asked Melinda.



“Actually, no… that’s kind of interesting.” Melinda was nearly smiling now. “Where? Did you go to the restroom?” she asked.



“No. I just locked the office door…” Craig confessed further.



“No way!” I blurted out. This was an awesome nugget, to know the bishop was so turned on by a sexual confession that he locked the office door and rubbed one out. I suddenly wished to see the bishop’s office again. Never again would I look at it the same way.



“Ok, I think I have said enough. My turn now.” Craig said, hopefully turning the conversation away from him. “Katie, truth or dare?”



Katie disappointed everyone at the table by choosing truth. Craig was eager to ask, however, “Do you spit or swallow?” without any hesitation. Perhaps he was gaining some confidence here too. Before Katie could answer, however, Melinda interrupted with, “Craig! What if she doesn’t give blowjobs? Don’t you think you should have asked that first?”



“Or course I give head” quipped Katie almost sounding offended that Melinda would think otherwise, “and I AWLAYS swallow,” she added proudly.



“Well then…” Melinda said. She looked almost disappointed at both of Katie’s answers, maybe having never given head before because many Mormons regard that as dirty, or maybe because she hoped she had that skill set over Katie. My mind raced, but moreover my eyes found themselves locked on Melinda’s breasts which were now giving away secrets of their own, her nipples erect and not well hidden through the knit fabric of her shirt.



Katie turned to the tables back on Craig however and when Craig asked for a dare, I swear I saw something flicker in Katie’s eye. With a wicked smile she announced the dare.



“You are going into the bathroom with both me and your wife. It’s pitch dark in there, with the door closed. One at a time we will guide your hand to our butts and you can, using only your left hand and only for five seconds, touch us — bums only! Then you have to guess who is who from touch alone. And if you guess wrong, you have to take another dare.”



“Seriously?” Craig protested. “That will never work, by the way, she is in a skirt and you are wearing jeans. It will be obvious.”



“No, I have a skirt similar to hers, I’ll go change and make a challenge of it,” Katie returned. “Let’s go.”



Katie got up and Melinda and Craig looked at each other deeply as they stood to follow her. Katie ran ahead, opened the bathroom door to invite them in to wait while she ran into the bedroom to change into a skirt. It only took her a minute to come back wearing what might well have been the exact same skirt Melinda had on. Given their relative shapes and sizes I worried if I could tell them apart from touch alone.



The door to the bathroom closed and I heard muffled giggles and at the sounds of bodies shuffling around in a tight space. A bottle was knocked to the floor and then after a short time the lights came on and the door opened. All three came back and sat at the table and Katie said, “Ok… who was who?” directing her question at Craig. Craig looked genuinely concerned and I felt for him. No one wants to be thought of being unable to pick out your own spouse from a lineup but I also suspected that Craig didn’t regret getting to touch the toned backsides of two women at nearly the same time.



“The first was Katie, the second was my wife” Craig finally offered.



“Wow” Melinda sighed with mock shock on her face. “You don’t even know your own wife’s butt?” she continued.



“Shame on you, Craig.” Katie added, smiling. “Your dare, since you lost, is to get back into that bathroom with your wife and see if you can’t get better acquainted with her! I’ll set the timer for 3 minutes… go!”



Melinda stood right up, grabbed his hand, pulled Craig to the bathroom and closed the door. We saw the light go off and then didn’t hear much else. I supposed that voices would carry, so they might be preoccupied with activities other than talking. Katie, it turned out, had things to say while they were away.



“Craig totally must have known who was who. I’m not wearing underwear anymore, I took my panties off when I changed into the skirt and he was NOT shy in moving his hands around! I thought he was going to actually lift up my skirt at one point!” Katie said, totally grinning from ear to ear. “I took off my panties just to tease him! He lost on purpose, to get a second dare!”



I was still processing the image of his hand digging around on my wife’s luscious ass when the door opened and Craig and Melinda spilled out from the bathroom. Clearly, they didn’t do much talking, Craig had lipstick on his mouth and his erection was starting to tent his pants.



“My turn, then?” Craig asked rhetorically as he looked back at his wife and informed her she was taking a dare.



“Ok, fine” Melinda said. “Give it too me.” And with that, Craig came clean. “Well, it would seem that Katie is not wearing panties and you are, so let’s equal things out. Panties off, right now. Put them on the table.” Craig requested.



“Oh. OH!” Melinda said as she realized the implications of his observation. Her husband had felt around on the panty-less buttocks of another woman. Another “oh my” escaped from her mouth but then she diligently reached under the table as she raised herself enough from the seat to maneuver her underwear off and put them on the table near her elbow, bunched up in a wad. Craig grabbed them, however, and placed them in the middle of the table as some sort of trophy claimed from the dare. From where I sat the wetness saturating the crotch was unmistakable and even Melinda realized this, blushing a bit as she turned back to Craig, “Really, that was necessary?” she teased.



With this, a short pause came over the group. We were at a precipice and it felt unstated that if we continued, we might not be able to turn back. It was Melinda’s turn again and as she was the less initiated of the group I was glad that the decision to move on with the game didn’t sit in my lap. That said, as the pause continued I became nervous that everyone was having second thoughts and as I salivated at the damp panties only a foot away from me I hoped this would not become an opportunity lost.



“Uh… how about a group dare this time? ” Melinda finally offered. I think I exhaled loudly in relief that the night was not over. “I mean, if you all are uncomfortable but… ” She paused,” but we played this silly game when I was high school called Secrets. I will go into a room with Greg — Craig you go with Katie. You turn off the lights, you make it really dark so you can’t see each other and you have to whisper to each other one secret about yourself, something juicy. That’s it… that’s the dare.” She finished talking and looked around, scared perhaps that she had pushed things too far. “That sounds fun!” Katie said eagerly. “Let’s do it! I want to hear the bishop confess to me!” she teased and stood up. Craig looked almost drunk now, eyes glazed and trying to process. “You and Greg take the bedroom, it’s dark with curtains closed. I will take your guy into the bathroom again.” Katie said as she started walking down the hallway.



Melinda was right behind her, so I got to watch her legs and ass sway in the skirt ahead of me. Craig followed in the rear. Katie turned left into the bathroom and Melinda led me into my own bedroom. I heard the door close to the bathroom as I closed the bedroom door myself. The curtains were already drawn, so I turned off the lights almost without thinking and let the darkness settle over us. I felt my way to the bed where Melinda had been standing but she had moved towards me too so we bumped into each other gently and laughed. I simply sat down on the bed and she did likewise.



“Ok, who spills their secret first?” I asked. “You have something you’re dying to get off your chest?” I teased.



“Well, let me go first just so I don’t chicken out” Melinda said shyly. She leaned over and at first I thought she was moving in to kiss me but then she said “I have to whisper it to you… come closer.” So I titled my head down and felt her mouth move near my ear, felt her breath on my neck and her hair playing on my shoulder. I felt a chill run down my spine, I could smell her perfume for the first time of the night and I closed my eyes, even though it was too dark to see.



Her mouth moved so close to my ear I could fell her lips brush over my skin as she spoke her secret, “I have never had an orgasm through oral sex — he just doesn’t stay down there long enough!” she breathed into my ear — barely audible. As she finished telling her secret I swore I felt her linger, just a second and just a bit closer, letting me feel her silent presence at my side.



She pulled back and I tried consoling her “That sucks! Have you tried telling him you need more?” I asked. “Yes, of course,” she answered, “but that gets complicated. Ok… your turn. Give me something juicy!” I leaned into her ear and considered what to tell her. So many options raced through my mind in the milliseconds it took to get close to her. I decided I would say something funny instead of serious just to see her reaction. Again, as I was intimately close to her I could smell her skin, hair, and goose bumps crawled up my arms. I took in a slow deep breath before I continued… “I confess… I love giving oral orgasms!” I whispered into her neck. I let my forehead actually meet her head, resting against her. And as I said this to her, she gasped very subtly but then regained her composure just as quickly and said “No, that’s not a secret!” We both laughed, lightly. Good, my joke too the edge off as intended.



Our heads still just as close, my eyes closed, I pressed lightly, just barely closer to her and took a second more to decide which personal bit I would let go of. There were so many options from the past weekends adventure in the cabin, but I wanted something carefully picked to both intrigue and stimulate… I wanted to shock!



“So, this Brooke girl I mentioned having slept with…” I started, and then paused for effect, “well, I slept with her just last weekend. And Katie was there with us,” I finished.



At this, Melinda pulled away as if to look at me for confirmation of my seriousness. Of course it was entirely dark and she could see nothing. “You’re kidding, right?” she asked, but her voice was low, husky, dripping with intrigue. I think that had I told her that I was just joking she would have been disappointed.



I didn’t answer her right away, instead I put a hand on her knee and made it very clear the touch was neither innocent nor accidental. I let my fingers tickle their way under the hem of her skirt, pushing up only a few inches before retreating. She did not move, perhaps she was frozen in the shock of the moment and without some other feedback from her, I dared not venture further. “No, I’m not kidding. It was crazy good, ” I told her, matching the dampness of her voice with my own version of the bedroom tone and continued, ” for both Katie and I.”



Before anything else could be said a light knock came from the bedroom door followed by Katie’s voice, “Hey, you guys done sharing?” she asked, emphasizing the last word to imply innuendo. Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and light spilled in from the hallway. I don’t think she expected to catch us in a compromising position, just the same both her and Craig looked surprised and amused to see us both sitting on the bed. Instead of waiting for us to come out and back into the kitchen, Katie playfully bounced in and jumped on the bed with us. I was suddenly beyond curious as to watch Katie had told him. Would she be mad that I exposed her at the same time I spilled the beans about myself to Melinda?



As Craig sat down next to Melinda, he put another serious look on his face that made me yet again worried that he was thinking of pulling the plug on our little game. I was close enough to the door to kick it closed with my foot, again darkening the entire room. Out of sight, out of mind, and I knew everyone would feel just a bit braver if we could not see each other’s faces. With the darkness back, and remembering the boldness Katie had shown at the cabin when things felt paused, I spoke up with an idea.



“We might as well be naked, it’s so dark” I stated. However, this didn’t break the strangeness as I hoped. No one immediately responded to my quip, maybe they thought I was kidding… maybe they all thought I was very serious. It was Katie who came to the rescue.



“Guys, this is getting kind of crazy. We are all adults here so let’s clear the air a bit. Greg and I are ok with this, if things go farther. We have done this in the past, played with another couple, and we don’t regret it.” Katie paused for a breath; no one spoke so I took over. “Craig, you’re a bishop so I know you are in a strange spot. You have our promise that if we keep going here that we will keep total confidence and treat it with discretion.” Now it was my turn to pause. No one said a word, and given the situation I could not blame Craig or Melinda for not verbally committing but his or her silence was an implicit sign of approval. I knew where Melinda was, relative to me and even in the dark, so I reached over and found her body with my hand. I searched for her hand and once found I laced my fingers into hers and tugged her towards me. There was no resistance, and certainly everyone felt the bed shift and I continued to pull her towards me, aided by her acceptance. She came willingly.



As her body moved very close to me I put my other hand behind her neck and as I pulled her head towards mine, I said, with just enough volume for all to hear, “Craig, I’m going to fuck your wife.” With that I kissed Melinda, our mouths meeting with hers already wide open and her tongue searching. The kiss was very intense, her mouth saying everything that the rest of her body was holding back. Her hands remained passive but her mouth was so hot and wet and her lips so full, I sucked them into my mouth and traced the top of her teeth with my tongue.



I pulled her tightly against me and laid back. I wanted her to show more complicity than simply kissing like a teenager, so I pulled her on top of me and her legs instinctively parted as she found the right position to grind against the ache of my cock. Her hands still felt too passive, but now her hips joined the ferocity of her mouth as she ground against me, her skirt obviously bunched around her hips and offering no more coverage than a belt. I reached behind her to find her bare ass with my hands and kneaded her smooth cheeks with vigor, pushing her against me even more. The cleft of her ass was moist, her juices no longer contained by the damp panties we left, long ago, on the kitchen table. I traced my index finger from the top of her ass until it rubbed just barely over her back door, puckered tightly closed but reacting nonetheless to my touch. With my fingers touching such a sensitive zone, and then proceeding further towards the source of her wetness, her kissing accommodated short gasps and pauses.



I realized I had heard very little noise from Katie and/or Craig but decided it was because I was not paying attention, not because they were idling. The distinct sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor helped paint the visual picture of Craig without pants and that it was quickly followed by slurping sounds, I knew my wife was taking his cock deep into her mouth helped me relax back into my task at hand.



When my finger pressed into the steaming pussy that was grinding me raw, Melinda arched her back and sighed as she slid up my body just a bit so I could better finger her. I pushed in deeper and pulled her closer to me with my other hand, further up my body. As I did this I heard Craig starting to moan as Katie’s slurping gave way to more gag-like vocals effects. He was going deep and I wondered how big he was, if he was straining Katie the way Brian had less than a week ago.



So entirely turned on now, however, I started to relinquish any control. I roughly pulled Melinda up higher and tugged her shirt over her head and without any shyness pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders, exposing her breasts without having to remove her bra. I sucked her nipples into my mouth with less gentleness than I would have normally shown. The reality was that I was in bed with a woman who had occupied many a daytime fantasy back in my church going days, a drop dead gorgeous neighbor who also happened to be the bishop’s wife! There were few lines left to be crossed tonight, the taboo meter was running high as I nibbled on her breasts and heard her muffled responses to my rough play.

Fucking Fluid Mechanics…



I was sitting on a concrete bench in front of the library on a cool fall day working on my fluid mechanics homework. I had worked through the last problem of the assignment several times and my answer still didn’t match the solution manual. Where did I keep fucking up? I wadded up my latest effort and shot it into a nearby trash can.



I was about halfway through the problem yet another time, when I smelled cigarette smoke. I looked up to see a tall, skinny brunette sit down on the bench next to me. She was dressed in the grunge fashion of those days, with a flannel shirt, ripped jeans and black boots. I knew her by sight, but we had never talked. She was in my fluids class.



“Hey. Don’t mind if I smoke do you?”



“No, not at all.” I showed her the pack sticking out of my jacket pocket. She looked down to see what I was doing.



“That problem is a bitch, huh?”



“Yeah, this is like my fifth time through the fucker.”



“Want a hint?”



“Yes.” I looked up at her and nodded my head for emphasis.



“Don’t forget to convert the flow from centimeters/second to feet/day.”



“Fuck! You’re kidding me.” I threw my pencil on the bench in disgust.



She took a long drag off her smoke and shook her head, before smiling. “Nope. That threw me off, too.”



I picked my pencil back up and quickly worked through the problem. I saw she was right.



“Thanks. I would have fucked around with that for another hour!” I pulled a Camel out of my pack and lit it with my Zippo.



“No problem. I’m Shawna, by the way.” She slid her hand over to meet mine.



“Brad. I’ve seen you around, we’ve had a bunch of classes together. You in chemical engineering?”



“Hell, no. Civil. I barely passed basic chemistry.” She smiled again. I looked at her closely for probably the first time ever. She had a very engaging smile. Her cute face was dotted with freckles. She had these big brown eyes that you could look at for days. Her long wavy hair looked as if it had a mind of its own in the light wind. Unfortunately, her figure was obscured by her baggy clothing.



“You doing anything fun tonight?” She asked.



“No, just probably going out for some beers. I thought I might smoke a little bud after class.”



“Cool.” She flashed me a knowing smile. I looked down at my watch.



“Shit, we better get going.”



“Yeah, you’re right.” We tossed our butts in the ash can and walked to class. I realized she was a couple inches taller than my own 5’8″. I sat down with her in the middle of the room, as opposed to my usual back row. It was fairly enlightening up there. You could actually make yourself pay attention. When class was over, we walked out of the building.



“You got anything going on now?”



“Yeah, I gotta go to work.”



“Bummer, I was going to see if you wanted to catch a buzz.”



“I’d like that, but I’m supposed to be at work in ten minutes.”



“Damn that sucks. Maybe some other time, huh?”



“Yeah, definitely.”



“See ya later.”



“Yeah, see ya later.”



She walked off with her backpack slung over one shoulder. After she took a few steps, she looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me. I watched her walk around the corner of the building, before I decided to head home and get reacquainted with my old friend Mary Jane.



When I was home later burning through a bowl, I found myself thinking about Shawna. She seemed like a cool chick. I bet she would be fun to hang out with. Maybe I could get together with her next week.



Later that night, my buddies and I were playing darts at the bar. Everyone was feeling all right, after plenty of bud and a few beers. We had been playing for a while when, lo and behold, Shawna walked in. I saw her and waved. She smiled and walked over. She had her wild hair pulled back in a pony tail.



“What’s up?”



“Not too much. I just wanted a beer before I walked back to the dorms.”



“Shit, you still live in the dorms?” I smiled and shook my head.



“Yeah, I actually like it. What’s wrong with it?”



“It’s too hard to engage in some of my bad habits there.”



“Yeah. I bet so.”



“Hey, what do you want to drink? I’ll get it, for helping me earlier.”



“You don’t have to do that.”



“Hey, I don’t mind.”



“What are you drinking?”



“Sierra Nevada Pale Ale.”



“That’s good with me.”



I got her beer and walked back to see her sitting on a stool having a smoke.



“Thanks.”



“It’s no big deal. I’d have completely missed that problem without your help.” We chatted for a little while about school and then she decided she wanted to play darts with us. She started talking to some of the dudes I was with. Pretty soon, she had met everyone and was having a good time. She had a great laugh.



We threw darts for another hour or so before I began to feel my high wearing off.



Shawna walked up to me from the dart board. “Hey, we may swing back to my place and smoke some bud. You want to come with us?”



She smiled, “Yeah, cool. I’d like that.”



Tony, Mike, Brian, Shawna and myself started walking to my apartment. Brian and Tony were discussing at length the lack of opportunities for pussy that night. I glanced over at Shawna. She was smiling.



“Fuck, man. I just can’t believe it. Some nights, they’re there for the taking. Other nights I gotta go home and jerk off,” Brian said.



“Maybe, it’s your approach, man,” I countered. “You act like you’ve never been laid. You just need to fucking chill out.”



Mike continued, “Listen to super stud here. You see what he does.”



Tony jumped in the conversation, “Yeah, he does ok.”



After a couple more blocks, they decided to see if they could fuck with Shawna.



Mike opened, “Shawna. I can’t believe you’re going home with four dudes you hardly know.”



She responded, “I can handle anything you four can throw at me.” I looked at her and smiled.



She looked back at me and shook her head.



Tony, never the brightest of the bunch, took the bait. “You might get yourself in trouble talking like that, girl.”



“I doubt it, pencil dick.” The chorus of “oh’s” reverberated through our little group.



“Pencil Dick? She fucking called you pencil dick.” Brian laughed.



“I doubt you’re any better,” Shawna added.



Mike tried a different tact. “You sound like an expert.”



“I am.”



“How’s that?” Mike asked.



“If you ever eat as much pussy as I’ve sucked cock, you’ll be an expert too.”



“Shit, Brad. Where did you find this chick?” Brian asked. I looked at him and shook my head. The conversation slowly died down.



We arrived at my house and I unlocked the door. Everyone sat down around the coffee table while I retrieved my faithful bong from the cabinet. I packed up a good bowl and handed it to Shawna. She fired it up and took a long hit, before she passed. I turned on the stereo and hit play on Sonic Youth’s “Daydream Nation”. The bong made its way around the table until everyone was feeling really good.



Tony picked back up on our earlier conversation. “So, Shawna, you said you’re an expert. How many cocks have you sucked?”



“Shit, I don’t know. I don’t keep count.”



“Fuck, you really don’t know?” Mike was incredulous.



“How many of those guys did you fuck,” Brian asked.



“None, I’m still a virgin.”



“You’re still a virgin?” Tony asked.



“Yeah.”



“That’s fucking wack,” said Tony.



“What’s wack about it? How many chicks have you fucked?” She pointed at Tony.



“6″



“You?” She pointed at Brian.



“8″



“You?” Her finger was pointed at me.



“12.”



“And you?” Finally, it was Mike’s turn.



“10.”



“None of you guys think that’s a bunch?”



“Noooo!” We all joined in a chorus.



“Actual sex is really important to me. Sucking a guy off isn’t.”



“Well, I could use a blowjob,” Mike ventured.



“Yeah, me too,” Tony added.



“I don’t think so. You guys are assholes.”



“Fuck, you’re a real slut,” Brian smiled.



“Dude, don’t be a dick,” I said. I felt a little bad for Shawna, even if she had opened her mouth, literally.



We talked about some other shit for a while, before the talk got turned back to Shawna’s little hobby.



Tony seemed the most interested. “So you, like swallow and shit?”



“Yeah, I like the taste of cum. Some of it isn’t so good, but a lot of it just makes me want more.”



The other guys had gotten pretty quiet.



She continued on for some time discussing sucking, different cocks, cum and other shit. I kept looking at her. Several times, I found myself shaking my head at the shit coming out of her mouth. Who was this chick?



Gradually, the other guys all started getting that sleepy stoner look. Mike and Tony left and shortly thereafter, so did Brian. I packed another bowl up and Shawna and I took a couple more hits.



“I’ll walk you back to the dorms, when you’re ready.”



“You want to get rid of me already?”



“No, I was just saying I don’t want you to have to walk home by yourself. It’s late.”



“Yeah, it is, but I’m not really ready to leave yet. I haven’t done what I came over here to do.”



“No?” I smiled, hoping I knew what she meant.



She shook her head and leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues twirled in one another’s mouths. The way her tongue moved around mine, I could only imagine how it would feel on my cock.



We continued to make out and soon I felt her long fingers wrapping around my hardening cock through my shorts. With one hand, she quickly slid my zipper down and was pulling my cock out of my fly.



“Oh, Haley was right.”



“Haley? You know her?”



“Yeah, she was my roommate my freshman year. She told me about you and her the other day.”



“She did, huh?”



“What did she tell you?”



“Everything.”



“What does that make you think?”



“It makes me horny.”



“Oh.” Her hand slowly stroked and pulled on my 8 inches as we continued to kiss.



“It’s perfect. Just the kind of dick I love.”



“I’m glad I can please an expert like you.” I smiled.



She returned the smile. “I’m pleased for sure.”



She slowly slid off the couch until she was on her knees in front of me. She slowly unbuttoned her flannel shirt, revealing a tight black tank top. It stretched across her small breasts. Her hands quickly went to work on my belt and pretty soon my shorts were headed for my ankles.



“No underwear, huh?”



“No, I never wear them.”



“I don’t wear them, either.”



“Show me.”



“No. Maybe later.” She slowly took the head of my cock in her mouth. After she had a couple inches in her mouth, she let out a low moan. I just stared at her in awe as she went to work. She slowly moved her lips up and down. Each down stroke she progressively took a little more cock down her throat. She gagged slightly at about 6 inches. She looked up at me as she slid her mouth off it.



“It’s too thick. I was sure I could get it, but I can’t!”



“It’s not a contest.”



“I know, but this is my thing.”



“Shawna, I’m not complaining.”



She gave me that smile, and then she took me back in her mouth. Anytime she got to the head, I could feel her tongue swimming around the underside of my dick. It was driving me fucking wild. I hadn’t had any ass in a couple weeks, so I was really concentrating on holding my cum back. Shawna seemed insistent on coaxing it out of me as soon as she could though.



She continued to look up at me as she throated my hard cock. That got to me more than anything else. I finally had to close my eyes and lean my head back into the couch. When I did that, I felt her mouth leave my cock and quickly engulf one of my balls. She began to gently hum. I felt as if a switch had been turned on in me and I opened my eyes to look at her. She looked at me really hard and then slowly moved to the other ball. After a brief humming session, she began to move her mouth back to my hard cock.



“Don’t close your eyes. Look at me when I’m sucking your dick.”



I smiled at her and nodded my head. Sweet fuck, what a woman!



We maintained continuous eye contact as she took



my cock back in her mouth. She continued sliding that hot mouth up and down my length. Every so often, either to slow my climax, or tease the shit out of me, she would stop and run her tongue up the underside and swirl it around the head. I noticed one time a big glob of precum had oozed out. She quickly ran her tongue through the slit, soaking it up. She then lightly probed my cock slit, trying to coax more out of me. I felt myself raise up off the couch when she did that.



When I did, she took nearly my whole length back in her mouth and I collapsed back again, completely under her spell.



The charade of holding out was quickly nearing its end. I literally felt like I would explode. She went down almost all of the way again and I felt my cum begin to move.



“Fuck, Shawna. Oh, I…”



She slowly moved her mouth back up until only the head and maybe an inch was in her mouth. I felt the head of my cock expand as the first spurt shot in her mouth. Our eyes never parted as I continued to unload. I could hear her lightly gulping as she was swallowing my cum. I slowly shook my head as I watched her.



When I finished, she slowly released my cock from her mouth and lifted her face from my lap. She was still kneeling in front of me. She slowly licked her lips and smiled.



“How, was that?”



“Fucking unbelievable!”



“That’s what I was hoping for.”



“What about you though?”



“What about me?”



“Can I return the favor?”



“No, you don’t have to.”



“I know I don’t have to, I want to.”



“I’ll take care of it later, when I get home.”



Holy shit. I felt like she had just sucked out my soul and she was going to go home and frig herself.



“Are you sure? I mean you made me feel great. Let me, please.”



“No, if I let you touch me, I might not be able to stop myself.”



“You’re serious aren’t you?”



“Yes.”



“Shawna, that was fucking amazing.”



“Thanks. I’m ready for you to walk me home now.”



“Why can’t you just stay here? I can sleep out here.”



“No, I better not. You have that look in your eyes.”



“What look?”



“That ‘I’m going to fuck her’ look.”



“Hey, I’m serious. You can crash here, I’ll sleep out here and you can have my bed.”



“No, I better not. I like that look in your eyes. I might let you.”



“What would be wrong if you did?”



“No, Brad, I can’t. I’ve waited for it to be right. I’m going to keep waiting. Maybe it’ll be right for you and me someday, but not now. We just met.”



“Yeah, but what you just did…”



“I know, I know. Look, don’t think it’s not hard for me. You seem like a really cool guy and Haley really thought a lot of you. But not tonight.”



I shook my head and reached to pull her face to me. I kissed her on the lips. She looked into my eyes and smiled.



“Come on, let’s go.” She stood up.



I stood and pulled my pants up. She walked into the kitchen and I heard the fridge door open. She came back with a couple beers and we walked to the door in silence. When we were out on the street, I reached for a cigarette and offered her one as well.



“Thanks, I ran out.”



“No problem.” I struck my trusty Zippo and we were both soon smoking as we walked and sipped on our beers.



“You must think I’m a complete psycho whore, huh?”



“No, Shawna, I don’t. I mean, I’m pretty fucking confused, but I respect your wishes.”



“I know it’s fucked up. I just have all this shit in my head about how it’s supposed to be. I really wanted to do it all with you, tonight. Really I did. Haley told me you were great. I got so turned on when she told me all the dirty things you did to her. I knew I had to approach you this morning.”



“I’m glad you did.”



“Yeah, me too. Look Brad, I don’t know sometimes if I’m waiting for the right time, or teasing guys or teasing myself, or what the fuck I’m doing.”



I found her hand in the darkness and I intertwined my fingers in hers. She looked over at me and smiled.



“Shawna, I, I mean, I don’t want you to second guess yourself anymore than you already do, but tonight was really special.”



“You think so?”



“There are a few things I wish I didn’t know about you, but if you talked to Haley, you probably know a few things about me that you wished you didn’t know.”



“Yeah, maybe a couple.” She flashed me that smile again.



“Shawna, do you feel comfortable with me?”



“Yeah. I do.”



“Would you want to get to know one another better?”



“Yes.”



“Ok. Let’s go from there, huh?”



“Cool. I can live with that.”



We got to her dorm and shared a quick kiss. She wrote her phone number on my hand before she slipped inside.



Shawna and I hung out together for about seven months before school ended in the spring. We had a great time together. I was treated to many wonderful blow jobs and finally convinced her to let me return the favor, but I never claimed her virginity. She went out of state for an internship over the summer. While she was gone, she met the guy that she ultimately married.



When she returned to school in the fall, she told me that we both needed to move on. I was really let down, but knowing the way she was I thought maybe it was for the best. We were sitting at my house passing the bong.



“I’ve had a really great time with you, Brad.”



“So have I, babe.”



“Maybe, it just wasn’t meant to be.”



“Yeah, maybe. I’ll always remember it though.”



She smiled, “So will I. I’ll also remember you never pressured me. Even when I knew if you had, I would have let you.”



I nodded and leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. “Now that I know that, you better go.”



She smiled one last time and got up to walk out. When she reached the door, she turned to me. “Thanks, Brad. I, uh, I…”



“I know you do, babe. I feel the same way. Goodbye.”



She looked down at the floor and then reached for the door handle. I hoped for the faintest moment that she would stop, but she didn’t. The door swung open and she walked through it. When it closed, it felt like a cell door closing.



We ran into one another several times on campus after that. They were always uncomfortable moments. We never talked about anything of any substance, and always left one another with empty promises of getting together for a beer or dinner. When graduation came, I saw her for the final time. We talked for a while and then her parents came up. She introduced me as her friend. They took a picture of us before we said our final goodbyes.



The next week, I was packing my stuff for a move across the country and my first job. I heard my mailbox open and close. I walked out to grab the mail, since I was expecting some stuff from my new employer. It was there, as well as an envelope addressed to me with no return address.



I quickly tore that one open. It was a single 3″x 5″ photograph of Shawna and I from graduation. I flipped the photo over and saw that she had written on the back of it.



“Brad,



I wanted you to have this. I don’t know if you ever had a picture of me. I started work today. It’s pretty exciting.



I hope you remember me in a good way. I regret a lot of things. I’m sure you do, too. Remember the good times we had together. There were a lot of those.



I hope you have a good life. You’re a great guy. You meant a lot to me.



I Love You,



Shawna”



I re-read that a few times, before I flipped the photo back over and looked at her for a long time. She had that same smile on her face that I had always loved. I put the photo back in the envelope and slipped it into a text book so it wouldn’t get bent.



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Many years later, I was in my attic sorting through some old boxes. I stumbled across a couple from college. Nostalgia took over and I started digging through them to see what was in there. I came across a fluid mechanics book. I flipped it open and wondered why I had never taken it to the office with my other engineering texts. I smiled when I saw all of the notes that I had scribbled in the margins.

SO we are folks the final chapter…or is it… I am letting the folks here decide, if you like the story and want to hear more, leave a comment and let me know.



Special crazy thanks to Cristal Bell again for her amazing editing skillz! Cristal was simply amazing and I could not have asked for a better editor.



So ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between…..enjoy :)




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Robert was frozen in place as the short blond haired female, standing in the doorway, glared hard at the two of them. Robert was still recovering from his amazing orgasm, and it was interrupted by this woman who looked like she was ready to kill the two of them. Sarah slowly stood up and pulled her black lace panties up, she took a step forward but the woman, Terri as Sarah had called her, just held up a hand, stopping Sarah in mid step.



Terri glanced from Robert to Sarah, then reached down slowly and grabbed her bag. Straightening, she gave them both one final scowl before quickly walking further into the condo; they listened as she stormed across the living room and then heard her slam the door on the other side of the house.



Robert looked over at Sarah who still stood there in shock. “Who was that?” Robert whispered as he reached down to grab his shorts off the floor, grabbing up her shirt as well.



“Terri my roommate…” Sarah whispered as she took the shirt from his outstretched hand, pulling it on as, she kept her gaze on the floor.



Robert gazed at the scared and troubled look on her face and pulled his shirt on. “Look I will call a cab and have them take me to the hotel, you patch things up with your friend. I love you, but I can’t ruin your friendship with her.” He said as he fished his cell phone from his pocket.



“No, don’t, I want you here, I will go talk with her, and you just stay here for a minute.” Sarah said as she turned to look at him.



Robert shrugged his shoulders as he looked down at the mess of cum on the floor. Glancing around the kitchen he found a roll of paper towels on a small stand above the sink. “Ok then, you go talk to her and I will clean up.” He said with a smile as he grabbed a couple of sheets of towel paper and bent down to clean up the mess. Sarah nodded her head as she grabbed her skirt and quietly left the room.



He slowly cleaned up the mess trying to give Sarah enough time to work out this issue. He felt very guilty about causing problems with her roommate, but on the other hand why had she come home early? He whipped up the mess and chuckled softly as he saw the amount of cum that was plastered to the cabinet door. He marveled at the large load that was all over. After he had finished cleaning he washed his hands and straightened his clothes. He quietly walked out of the kitchen to see Sarah standing at the door next to her own room. She was quietly trying to call her roommate out of the room. Robert sat down at the table and looked at her as she sobbed quietly at the door. Robert felt worse as he saw the tears running down her cheeks. Finally she banged on the door and whispered something at it then walked away sitting down on the couch. She drew her knees up to her chest and dropped her forehead into her knees and quietly sobbed.



Getting up, he crossed the room to sit down beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. He held her tight as she continued to cry into her lap, sniffing loudly as she flexed her fingers around her legs. Robert was about to say something when he heard the door open behind them. Terri stood in the doorway still looking very angry. Her face was flushed and she had a look of hatred on her face. She glanced at Robert and he could see a cold burning rage in her eyes. She narrowed them as she turned her head and stormed out of the room and walked quickly to the kitchen. He heard the refrigerator door open and the clink of bottles being taken out. He listened as he heard the soft hissing and popping of some bottles being opened.



Terri appeared back in the room holding two bottles of beer in her right hand and a third bottle in her left. She stiffly walked into the room, stopping in front of Robert and held out two of the bottles to him. Tentatively he reached out and took the two bottles as she quickly turned back to the kitchen grabbing a wooden chair from the dining room table. She dragged it back to the living room setting it in front of Robert and Sarah who had lifted her head just enough past her knees to watch Terri move around the room.



Terri sat down in the seat and crossed her left leg over her right as she stared intently at the couple. Robert studied her as well and found her quiet attractive; she was about Sarah’s height, or maybe a half a head taller. She had a darker tan then Sarah; she had large breasts, probably a size D easy, but they were hidden now behind a black low cut loose fitting top. She was wearing a pair of cut off jeans which stopped about halfway down her thighs. She had a very angular face with a sharp long jaw line, her lips were small and pencil thin, but he assumed that was due to her anger. Her hair was short, almost a boy cut, that appeared to feather around her neck but was cut short on top.



She quietly watched the two of them as she bounced her left leg; she took a long drink of her beer, as she appeared to be quietly contemplating what to say to them both. She took another long sip off her beer, clearing her throat softly as she looked at the nervous couple sitting on the couch before her.



“I…I…” Sarah weakly started to say but Terri shook her head as she gave Sarah a hard angry look. Terri dropped her head as Robert watched her shoulders shake up and down. He looked to Sarah who had started to cry again and buried her face in her knees. He squeezed her shoulders gently, again about to say something to her when he heard a soft snicker come from Terri. Looking over to her she still had her head dropped but it appeared like she was laughing. Roberts’s eyes narrowed as he slowly felt his anger well up inside him replacing his feeling of sorrow.



“That was so fucking hot you too!” Terri burst out as she tossed her head back laughing loudly. She was almost in tears as she rolled in her chair almost falling out of it once. Sarah looked up in shock as she watched her friend who was now holding her sides with her hands and appeared to be doubling over in an attempt to quell the laughter enough to speak.



“Wait what?” Sarah whispered as she watched Terri tumble out of the chair lying on her back still laughing hysterically.



After a few minutes and breathing heavily, Terri sat up and looked at the two shocked faces of the couple. “Do you too have any idea how fucking hot that was, fuck me he was railing the shit out of you!” Terri chuckled as she slowly stood up and sat back in her chair.



“You’re not mad?” Sarah asked with a confused look on her face as she slowly put her feet on the floor. Robert was beside himself with shock; his anger was still threatening to boil over as he watched Terri wipe several tears from her eyes.



“Fuck no, I am not mad, horny as all hell now, but I am not mad!” Terri said as she drank the last bit of beer from her bottle, setting it down on the floor. “So…tell me, how was it?!”



“What the fuck Terri! You had me thinking that you were pissed at me or something?!” Sarah yelled as Robert watched her face flush from anger.



“Whoa! Cool off sweetie, you know I don’t care who you’re fucking as long as I get some details.” Terri said as she held up her hands in surrender.



“Fuck you Terri that was bullshit!” Sarah said as she crossed her arms and sank back into the couch giving Terri a very angry hard gaze.



“Awww come on honey I was just fucking with you, I am sorry.” Terri said as she slowly leaned forward in the chair, she stuck out her lower lip out in a mock pout, but still seemed to be grinning slightly.



“Whatever, bitch…” Sarah said with a small note of laughter in her voice.



“Will you forgive me?” Terri said as she put her hands together in front of her like she was praying. Sarah looked to Robert who was still trying to figure out what he should be saying or doing at this point. “I will suck your cock…” Terri said with a snicker as she slowly got down on her knees in front of both of them.



Sarah chuckled as she uncrossed her arms and Robert watched the frown on her face fade into a smile. “Fuck you Terri.” She sighed in defeat.



“Ok we can do that too!” Terri said as she smiled broadly and gave a snicker. Both women started laughing as Robert leaned back in the couch, he was confused and still a bit angry at Terri for making Sarah worry about being caught and hurting their friendship.



“So we cool?” Robert asked as he looked at Terri and Sarah who were still laughing.



“Hell No! I want to know how the sex was!” Terri said with a giggle as she sat back down in her chair.



“Stop Terri, that is kind of personal. Sorry, Robert, this is Terri my roommate.” Sarah said as she pointed to Terri making the introductions.



“Phhhh roommate, after all this time I am just the roommate?” Terri said as she turned to Robert. “Hi I am Terri, Sarah’s old flame and current fuck toy when she is in the mood for some wet pussy.” Terri said with a broad grin as she held out her hand.



“Terri!” Sarah said as she tossed up her hands in anger as she shot her a glaring look.



“Ok…” Robert replied with a bit of confusion in his voice as he shook hands with Terri. “Hi. My name is Robert, I am her boyfriend.”



“What!? You didn’t tell him?!” Terri said as she sat back in the chair with a silly grin on her face.



“Tell me what?” Robert said as he turned and looked at Sarah.



Sarah nibbled on her lower lip as she looked from Terri to Robert and back to Terri. She had a nervous look on her face, like a teenager that got caught by her parents making out with her boyfriend on the couch.



“Sarah either you come clean or I will, you know it’s not fair to him.” Terri said as she leaned back in the chair, draping her left arm over the back.



“OK!” Sarah said in exasperation, as she turned to Robert with a now frightened look on her face. “Robert, Terri was my girlfriend in college, she was the one that helped and encouraged this change in me. We dated most of the way through college and she would often let me try to experiment with other people, mostly men. When things got difficult for me or I was having trouble, Terri was always there to be my support, a pillar if you will. We lost track of each other after college, with both of us moving into our chosen careers until about two years ago. I ran into her at a photo shoot, as she was the advertising agent for the shoot. We went to lunch that day, and I realized how much I missed being around her. So we would meet each day for lunch and hang out in the evening. Terri told me one night about this condo for sale and we both decided to split the rent and live together.” Sarah glanced over to Terri who was nodding her head as if answering an unspoken question.



“Ok no biggie, what is the big worry here?” Robert said as he sat forward on the couch reaching out for Sarah’s hand. “I get it you’re just close friends.”



“Sarah?” Terri whispered as she leaned forward in her seat.



“I know!” Sarah whispered in frustration as she looked up into Roberts’s eyes. “Robert we were, and kind of still are, lovers…”



Robert leaned back into the couch as he glanced at Terri who was intently watching Sarah. He was shocked, confused and felt like he had just been punched in the gut. “Lovers?” Robert whispered as he looked back to Sarah who was watching his reaction with an intense look of her own.



“I love her, like a best friend or sister, but we still have sex from time to time…” Sarah whispered as she lowered her gaze and blushed.



Robert slowly got up from the couch and walked over to the dining room table, setting the bottle of beer down on it. He sat there staring at the bottle as his mind tried to work out the information that was just imparted to him. Robert turned his gaze from the bottle to the window and across the road he could see the white crest of the waves disappearing as they struck the sandy shoreline. He slowly turned back to the room to see Sarah looking at the couch where he had been sitting on then to Terri who was looking back and forth between him and her.



Robert looked at her and could still feel the love he had for her not moments ago. Thousands of questions, now coming with small doubts filled his mind. He watched as Terri slowly sat behind Sarah wrapping her arms around her shoulders and whispering something in her ear. Sarah gently wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she nodded along with what ever Terri had said.



Robert slowly crossed the room and sat down on the couch in front of Sarah. “Terri can you give us a couple of minutes.” Robert said in a soft voice never moving his eyes away from Sarah.



“Yeah sure, I will just hang out in my room for a bit, Sarah if you need me I will be here.” Terri whispered as she slowly got up and disappeared into her room.



“Sarah?” Robert whispered as she reached out and took her hand in his. Sarah sniffed back a tear as she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes were red from all the crying but he could see she was scared, and worried.



“I need you to know something. For two days I have had a thousand questions, doubts, and reasons why I should not be here with you. I have wrestled with a thousands more questions about myself, what being with you means to me. How will it affect me? Does this even make me gay?” Robert said as he held her hand tightly.



Sarah opened her mouth to speak but Robert stopped her with a shake of his head. “There is only one thing I know for sure, and it is what keeps me here, the fact that I love you, each moment I spend with you I find something more about you that I love. I understand you and Terri, I get it, but I have to know that you love me too, that you feel the same way I feel about you. I can’t be with you if this does not go both ways.” Robert whispered as he watched tears stream down her cheeks, he could feel her hands trembling in his.



Sarah slowly sniffed back a couple of tears and looked back at him and he saw his answer in her eyes before she could even open her mouth to speak. It was there, the sparkle, the light, he saw it when they first met in the airport and had seen every time they made love.



He leaned forward and gently caressed her cheek, as she said “I love you too, more than you know…” She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him to her as their lips softly pressed against one another. Falling back on the couch they kissed with passion and love as their souls became one. Robert cupped her face in his hands as he wiped away the tears from her eyes with his thumbs. She cooed softly around his lips as he felt her legs wrap around his own. She ran her fingers through his hair as their tongues danced between their lips.



They both heard a soft sigh breaking their kiss they looked over to see Terri standing over the couch. “Man you guys sure know how to get a girl all worked up!” She chuckled as she leaned her folded arms on the back of the couch.



Robert heard Sarah giggle as he slowly sat down on his right leg, allowing Sarah to sit up. “So what the hell are you doing home so soon?!” Sarah asked as she stretched out on the couch putting her feet on top of Robert’s lap. Robert reached down and casually started to massage the balls of her feet as he looked at Terri.



“Well I was supposed to take Bob down to see my parents in the Keys, and hang out right?” Terri said as she waved her hands in a dismissive fashion. “Also, I knew that Robbie here was coming to town, so I wanted to stay away. Well Bob called me before I was supposed to leave and told me he was tired of just being my fuck toy and wanted more, so I broke up with him.”



“But I thought you liked Bob?!” Sarah said as she sat up with a surprised look on her face.



“No, I said I liked Bob’s ten inch cock, Bob was a retard, except between the sheets.” Terri said with a laugh as she reached down and grabbed the open beer bottle that Sarah had stuffed between the back of the couch and the seat cushion. “So I called my parents and told them I wasn’t coming down, and stayed in a hotel for a couple of days. I figured since you hadn’t called me crying that things had worked out well and it was cool for me to show up. Seeing you two rabbits at the counter proved that things had worked out just fine.”



She took a long drink off the beer and handed it to Sarah who quickly did the same as her face flushed red with embarrassment of being reminded that they got caught. Sarah leaned forward to pass Robert the bottle of beer but he declined with a shake of his head. He slowly pulled her feet out of his lap and stood up.



“I think I am going to take a shower and let you two get caught up.” Robert replied as he stretched and walked over to his bag of clothes.



“Oh, can I watch?” Terri said with a sly grin on her face as she took the bottle back from Sarah.



“No.” Robert said with a chuckle as he grabbed the bag and slowly made his way to the bathroom.



“Oh.” Terri said as she stuck out her bottom lip. “Fine then, I will just sit here and tease your girlfriend until she begs me for sex!” She snickered. Robert just rolled his eyes as he slowly stepped into the bathroom.



***



Robert stood in the bathroom after his shower examining his naked body in the mirror. He was still very aroused from this afternoon’s activates, the modeling, the rough and hard sex in the kitchen, even being caught still played on his desires as he looked at his semi erect cock.



He sighed contently as he felt good about what he had said to Sarah. It came from his heart and soul and knew it was real love that he was feeling. Not an infatuation with who she was or that she was different, it was her as a whole that he loved. The fact that she was once a guy really didn’t play into his thoughts, as much as worrying about how he was going to be able to leave her and return to his life. He knew after the last couple of days that getting on that plane and going back to phone calls and text messages was going to crush him.



A soft knock on the door brought him out of his swirling thoughts as he heard Sarah call from the other side of the door. “Robert? You ok?” He opened the door enough to allow her to slip into the room and quietly shut it behind him. She was still wearing the pink shirt, which she held closed with one hand as she leaned back against the door. Her skirt hung loosely and wrinkled on her hips as she had put it back on in haste. She looked so sexy, her hair was kind of tossed and unkempt, her cheeks were still slightly flushed.



“Yeah, I was just thinking about us.” Robert said as he combed his hair back with his fingers. Sarah cocked her head to the side as she opened her hands letting her shirt fall open, exposing the skin between her small breasts and her stomach.



“What about us?” She said as she pushed off from the door and slowly moved in front of him leaning against the counter.



“I am not sure how I am going to be able to leave you at the end of the week when I have to go back.” Robert sighed as he placed his hands on her hips. Sarah looked deep into his eyes as she quietly slipped the shirt off her shoulders exposing her breasts. Her nipples were stiff with arousal as she slowly ran her hands over her breasts and down to her waist pulling at her skirt. Robert looked down to see a small tent in her skirt which was barely hiding her erection.



“Don’t worry about it, live for now, love me right now, tomorrow will take care of itself.” She whispered as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Next she pushed down her black panties stepping out of them and kicking them to the door. Her manhood sprang into view with its renewed freedom and he watched as she pushed on the counter sliding onto it and resting her back against the mirror. Reaching down she ran her fingers along the shaft of her erect sex and sighed softly. “Now ask me what you’re really thinking.” She whispered as she brushed his reaching hand away.

“What do you mean?” Robert asked with some confusion and lust in his voice as he stared longingly at her throbbing head.



“Ask me if I still have sex with Terri.” Sarah whispered as she gazed at him with her eyes half open, a dreamy look on her face.



“Do you?” Robert asked as he quietly cleared his throat, he felt like he was walking into a trap.



“YES!” she hissed as she gripped her throbbing member and rubbed the precum flowing from her small slit over her head. “Does that bother you to know that once in a while I like to fuck her?” She asked as she opened her eyes and looked intently at him as she stopped stroking herself.



“No, but why, does it confuse you to be with a women?” Robert asked as he took a step toward her.



“No, sex with Terri is different, she likes to lead, she lets me explore and it’s fun. I find it relaxing to be with someone who understands my wants and desires.” She sighed as she resumed stroking herself silently shifting her hips to match her strokes.



“Am I doing something wrong…during sex…” Robert asked as he realized that maybe he was not pleasing her like he should be.



“Oh Tiger, you are an unbelievable lover, you have made me feel so good, and I never feel like I have to instruct you, this afternoon in the kitchen I wanted you to fuck me hard, and you did that and so much more without a word from me.” She smiled as she looked at him with that sparkle in her eye. Robert could see she was being sincere; he could hear it in her voice and see it on her face.



Robert reached over, sliding his hands along the top of her thighs as she continued to stroke her aching cock. Robert quietly leaned forward and sucked on her right nipple rolling his tongue around it as he reached down and gently cupped her balls feeling her open her legs wider to allow him room to play with her.



“Do you want to know what I have done with her?” Sarah said as she slowly ran her fingers threw his still damp hair.



“If you want to tell me.” Robert said as he leaned in close to kiss her soft lips, brush them against hers as he pulled back to let her speak.



“Robert, I want to be completely open and honest with you, no more secrets, no more surprises.” She said as she gazed at him.



“Then I want to know, and I promise to be just as open and honest with you.” Robert whispered back as he leaned in close to her purposely brushing his cock against hers.



“Ok, well we have had sex, I have had my cock in just about every hole she has. I have fucked her sweet wet pussy, her tight little ass, and she can suck cock like a fucking champ.” Robert stood back in surprise at her bluntness and how aroused she was getting in relating the naughty events to him. “I have role played with her, made her my slave and been her slave, we have masturbated together and even fucked in my Jeep once in broad daylight. We have a large collection of fuck toys we use on each other and she loves to watch me cum on that amazing chest of hers.”



Robert stepped back in shock as he watched her arch her back and her hand became a blur as she pumped her penis with wild abandonment. Motion to his right caught his attention as Terri stood in the door way watching Sarah with wide open eyes, her face flush with arousal. Her shorts were unbuttoned and Robert could see she was not wearing any panties.



“Doesn’t she just look so amazing right before she cums?” Terri whispered as she nibbled on her lower lip, as she slipped a hand into her open shorts. Sarah’s eyes opened wide as she looked from Terri to Robert, as her body started to shake and shiver with the impending release. Robert stood stock still, his eyes locked with Sarah’s as he watched the first rope of cum shoot from her member, as she let out a loud groan, it landed on the floor pointing directly at him as she moaned loudly pumping out several more shots of cum before slumping on the counter.



Robert stepped toward her and gently pulled her to him hugging her quietly. She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear “I love you Robert, promise me this will never come between us.”



“I love you too Sarah and this will never come between us.” Robert held her tightly as he glanced back to Terri who was quietly leaning against the wall with a profound look of happiness in her eyes. Robert quietly waved her over and she slowly crossed the small bathroom to stand next to him, Robert quietly slipped from Sarah’s grasp allowing Terri to embrace her friend. She smiled brightly at Robert as she slipped into Sarah’s arms and whispered something in her ear. Robert quietly gathered up his bag of clothes and slipped out of the bathroom allowing them to talk, he knew this changed their relationship as much as it changed Sarah’s and his. He wanted to give them the chance to work this out.



Robert sat on the couch listening to the rushing water of the shower coming from the bathroom. He smiled to himself as he thought he heard a few faint moans drift over the sound of the shower’s hiss. He had dressed quickly and planned on surprising both women by taking them to dinner. He had put on a pair of black dress pants, a navy blue button down shirt, with a black sport coat over that. He had stuffed a black tie in his coat pocket in case any of the restaurants required it.



He causally lounged on the couch flipping through a gaming magazine he found sitting on the computer desk. The sound of the water suddenly stopped and he could hear both women laughing as he imagined they were just drying off. The door opened with a soft click and Robert stood up standing in the center of the room. Terri was first from the room and stopped short with a look of shock as she saw him standing there. Sarah came out behind her giggling but also stopped short as her mouth dropped open in shock.



“Ladies would you care to accompany me to dinner tonight?” Robert said in his best charming voice. Both women had their hair wrapped up in towels with a large towel wrapped around their bodies. To Robert they looked simply stunning in just the towels and could feel his manhood react to the scene before him.



“Wow, he cleans up good!” Terri remarked as she slowly crossed the room heading towards her room. Sarah crossed the room to stand in front of him with a large grin on her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a deep passionate kiss. Robert caught the hint of coconuts and lilacs again and realized it must be her shampoo; the scent increased his desire to make love to her on the couch right then and there.



Pulling back she looked to Terri who was standing at the door to her room. “You feel like going out?” She asked in a sarcastic tone.



“Hell yeah!” Terri replied as she quickly stepped into her room and shut the door.



Sarah turned back to Robert and whispered “You look so fucking hot right now.”



“Thank you, now go get ready I am starving,” Robert said as he gave her butt a gentle pat. Giggling Sarah pulled away from the embrace and blushed as she quickly walked to her room, shutting the door behind her.



It was a quick twenty minutes before he heard the sound of a door opening. Standing up once again he turned to see Sarah step from her room. She looked simply stunning in her white flora dress; it was strapless with, and very tight around the top of her chest, but flared out at her hips. Her hair was weaved into a pony tail and he realized that she was wearing makeup. It was subtle but there was some blush on her cheeks, a hint of eye liner, and some pink lipstick on her lips. She had a small white sheer scarf that had a flora print as well that was draped over her shoulders and then wrapped down along her upper arms. She smiled brightly as she slowly turned around showing off the low cut back of the dress.



“Wow, you look, unbelievable…” Robert whispered as she slowly crossed the room to stand in front of him.



“Thank you Tiger, this is one of my favorite outfits.” She replied as she turned at the sound of another door opening.



Terri stepped into the room wearing a simple black sleeveless dress that stopped just above her knees, which had a very low cut front to show off her ample cleavage. Her hair was pushed back and spiked up a little, and she too was wearing a hint of makeup on her face, with deep red lipstick setting off her more full lips, which now Robert could see were not as pencil thin as he originally guessed.



“You look very sexy in that dress.” Robert remarked as he glanced at Sarah who quickly nodded her head in agreement.



“That’s the plan Stan!” Terri said as she grabbed a small hand purse and slowly walked over to the couple. “You both look very sexy, let’s skip dinner and just fuck right here, right now!”



“Nope I want dinner!” Sarah said as she turned and started walking to the door. Robert chuckled as he saw the look of disappoint on Terri’s face. Terri’s shoulders sagged as she hunched over slightly, as if she was pouting, and followed Sarah to the front door.



***



After much discussion, while sitting in Sarah’s Jeep in the driveway they finally settled on a little Italian restaurant that was in downtown Miami. Robert sat in the back allowing Terri and Sarah to chat as they drove downtown, which was busy with people. After fifteen minutes of driving around looking for a parking spot they found one and quickly made their way to the restaurant.



Robert escorted the ladies down the street with Sarah on his right their hands intertwined and Terri on his left with her hand on his elbow. Robert felt like he was in seventh heaven, both ladies looked so beautiful, and he smiled broadly as she saw the looks from other guys that were checking them out as they walked past.



When they arrived at the restaurant, Robert tipped the concierge a twenty dollar bill and asked to be seated in a quiet place in the back. The man smiled at Robert and then directed them through the establishment to a small round booth; it was quiet and slightly secluded from the rest of the diners. After a bit of playful arguing Sarah sat down first with Robert next and Terri on the end.



Their waiter arrived and Terri asked to see the wine list. After rattling off her choice, Robert asked if the waiter could bring him a coke instead of a glass of wine. The man nodded and quickly stepped away to get their drinks.



“Coke?! You don’t want to have a drink with us?” Terri asked as she had a confused smile on her face.



“Sorry I don’t drink.” Robert calmly replied as he slipped his hand under the table finding Sarah’s and lacing his fingers through her own.



“Why?!” Terri asked as she took a sip of water from the glass in front of her. The waiter returned and asked if they would like an appetizer. Robert just asked for some fresh bread and butter and the man nodded and placed several menus on the table. “Well what’s up with the no drinking?” Terri asked again as she looked at him.



“Terri, enough he doesn’t need to explain.” Sarah hissed as she reached for one of the menus. “It’s ok Robert, you don’t need to explain.” Sarah already new the reason for his choice and felt it was not something that needed to be common knowledge.



“No, its ok no dark secrets remember.” Robert replied as he took a sip of his Coke and set it down in front of him. “When I was 14 my dad was working in a manufacturing plant, making car parts on a line. The plant closed up unexpectedly and fired a bunch of workers. My father struggled for a year trying to find a job, and fell into a habit of going out and drinking in the evening after not finding one. My mother got a job in a hospital and started working to bring money into the household. Well this caused my father to drink more since he had felt it was his job to support the family.” Robert quietly cleared his throat as he glanced down at his hand which was still holding Sarah’s. He felt her gently squeeze his hand, trying to lend him some support, as he continued.



“When I was sixteen, I was staying at a friend’s house, just hanging out when my mother came over. She was crying and I could see that the right side of her face was red and starting to swell around her eye. She made me gather up my stuff and come with her, and we stayed in a motel that night. She told me that evening that she and my father had gotten into a fight when he came home extremely drunk. They fought and he had slapped her across the face knocking her to the ground. Now my father was never a violent guy, he was actually very nice and caring, but he was an angry drunk. That was the only time he hit her, and he never struck me when he was drunk…but he yelled a lot.”



Robert looked to Terri who was sitting with her hands in front of her and a pained look on her face. Sarah was quiet and staring at their interlocked fingers and she recalled the last time this conversation had come up. She remembered that they were on the phone and the profound sadness she heard in his voice was nothing compared to the pain on his face right now as he recalled the story.



“So my mom decided to divorce him and was going to head to our house in the morning to collect some things. We were going to go stay with her sister who lived close by. When we arrived at the house the next morning, there were several police cars and an ambulance in the driveway.” Robert whispered as she squeezed Sarah’s hand for support. “My father in a moment of drunken grief over what he had done to my mother had shot himself…” Robert grew quiet as he recalled hearing the police officer as he tried to quietly explain to his mother what had happened. He remembered seeing his mother collapse on the ground in hysterical crying as he kneeled down next to her to comfort her. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he remembered hearing his mother, over and over again apologizing, blaming herself for what his father had done.



“I am sorry; I need to use the restroom.” Robert whispered as he realized that he was clutching Sarah’s hand so hard that his knuckles had turned white. Terri quickly moved out of the way as he slid across the seat and made his way to the restroom. As he stepped inside the white bathroom, he walked over to the sink resting his hands on the side, breathing deeply as he stared down into the white porcelain bowl. The sound of his mother’s voice as she apologized echoed in his head. With a shaking hand he turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on his face to clear his head. Taking several deep breaths to steady himself he slowly glanced into the mirror and shook his head as he grabbed a couple of paper towels to dry his face and hands.



Robert put on a smile as he recalled Sarah’s smiling face and felt his spirits lift as he opened the door and headed back to the table. Both women were quietly chatting as he approached the table.



“Robert, I am so sorry I didn’t mean to pry.” Terri said as she stood up and gave him a warm tight hug. Robert gently hugged her back.



“Don’t worry about it.” Robert whispered back as he released her and slowly sat down in the seat sliding back over to Sarah. She reached out and grabbed his hand placing her head on his shoulder.



“You going to be ok?” Sarah whispered as she looked up at him.



“Yeah I am sorry I crashed the mood like I did.” Robert chuckled as he reached for his Coke and took a sip.



“So, can I ask you something Robert?” Terri said as she picked up her wine glass.



“Sure.” Robert replied as he took another sip of his drink.



“So tell me what it felt like to have your hard cock buried in Sarah’s tight little ass.” Terri causally asked as she took a sip of her wine. The shock of the question made Robert choke on his drink and he started to cough in an effort to bring up the liquid that had gone down the wrong way. Sarah stared in shock at her friend, and then started to pat Robert’s back as he doubled over at the waist trying to draw some breath into his lungs.



Robert finally stopped coughing and looked to Terri who calmly sipped at her drink as she looked at him with a quizzical smile and waited patiently for his answer. Robert slowly sat up and looked at her as he watched her take another sip of her wine. Glancing over to Sarah, who had a deep shade of red on her cheeks and neck as she shrugged her shoulders at him, as if to say, “I have no idea how to respond.”



Robert turned back to Terri and leaned close as he replied. “It was un-fucking-believable, her ass is the tightest place I have ever stuck my hard cock. It took every ounce of will power I had to not shoot a huge load once I was inside her.” Robert smiled as Terri expression went from interest to shock as he cleared his throat and continued. “I had her bent over the counter, I spread her cheeks wide and pushed the head of my cock against her tight little rosebud. Then I spread that sweet pussy wide as I slid my cock inside her, pumping slowly to allow her to get the feel of my hard cock. I reached around to her front and grabbed a hold of her hard little clit and began to stroke her as I railed her sweet pussy. The best part was every time I felt her little clit spasm her muscles would tighten down on me and she was so warm,” Robert whispered as he watched Terri’s cheeks grow red from his description of their love making earlier in the day.



Robert glanced back to Sarah who was equally blushing and was staring down into her lap as she listened intently to his retelling. “Then I felt her cum, she was shaking so badly I thought I was going to lose her, so much hot thick white cum poured out of her, well, you saw the mess, and she clenched down on me like a warm vice and I lost it, even pulling out on the last shot to shoot some on her cute tanned cheeks.”



Robert sat back and reached for his drink taking a long sip as he grinned from ear to ear watching Terri and Sarah’s reaction, both of which sat in mild shock as the scene played over for both of them in their mind’s eye. Clearing his throat Robert draped an arm behind Sarah glancing down in her lap to see a large tent poking up from between her legs. Robert smiled as he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.



“Damnit, I am so horny now!” Terri muttered as she sipped from her wine glass. Robert chuckled at the remark and so did Sarah as the waiter arrived to take their order.



After ordering the conversation turned to jobs and normal everyday things. Robert found out that Terri worked as an advertising agent for a large firm in Miami. She was pretty high up in the company, and was currently working on an advertisement for a new shoe that a local company was producing.



Sarah explained the events of the day and every one got a laugh about Robert being used as a model for one the porno movies Sarah was hired to shoot for. Sarah explained that it was not normal for them to be used in that way, and really it was only the second photo shoot that she had done that involved completely naked people doing sexual acts. The first shoot had been just a female porn star that wanted some professional shots done for her portfolio.



Dinner arrived and they ate as Terri explained to Robert her woes of trying to find someone who could fill a web designer’s position that recently opened up. Not knowing much about the stuff she was at a loss on hiring someone who had some advance knowledge and experience. Robert told her that it was his minor in college, and would gladly offer any assistance in explaining what she should be looking for in a candidate.



“Wait, why don’t you apply?” Terri exclaimed as she set her fork down and pushed her plate away from her.



“I haven’t done web design in a couple of years, I would not be a good fit.” Robert replied honestly as he set his own fork down and reached for his drink.



“So?! You seem to have half a brain, more than most of the jackasses I have seen; besides it means you can stay down here with Sarah.” Terri replied as she tried to convince him to take the job. Robert looked over at Sarah who had stopped eating and was looking back at Robert with a small smile on her face. “Come on you can stay with us until you and Sarah find a bigger place, or something.” Terri replied as she bumped her fist in his arm causing him to sway in his seat a bit.

“I will think about it, leaving everything and everyone I have back in Ohio is a big step.” Robert replied as he looked over at Sarah who was studying his face intently. Sarah dropped her gaze and looked back to her meal slowly pushing the plate to the center of the table, with a sad look on her face.



Terri quickly changed the subject and asked Sarah some more questions about the photo shoot trying to bring Sarah from her thoughts. Robert sat back and draped his arm around her giving her opposite shoulder a gentle squeeze as he listen to her explain the shots that they had to complete that afternoon.



*** Robert stood outside in front of the restaurant taking in the cool evening air. His mind drifted back to the conversation about hiring in with Terri’s Advertising agency and ran down the reasons why he should take it. Being close to Sarah was the biggest, but his mother who still worked was living in Ohio and he didn’t feel right about moving away from her. He sighed as he felt some hands circle his waist as a warm body pressed against his back. Turning, he could see the top of Sarah’s head as she nuzzled her face in his back, he turned about in her arms so that they were face to face and he kissed her gently on the forehead.



“I wanted to say…” Robert started to say but was cut short as she placed her open hand over his mouth.



“Not tonight, we will talk about it tomorrow, tonight I just want to be with you.” Sarah whispered as she leaned up softly kissed his lips. He smiled and kissed her back as he ran his hands up her exposed back.



“AWWWWW!” Terri exclaimed as she stepped out of the restaurant doorway and ran up to grasp them both in a hug. “You guys are so SWEET!” she exclaimed loudly as she leaned her head on the back of Sarah’s. They all laughed as they stood holding each other. Terri finally separated from the other two and stood looking up and down the street.



“So what’s up? What do we do now?” Terri said as she stood on the sidewalk looking at the cuddling couple.



“I don’t know, I am kind of tired.” Sarah sighed as she hugged Robert tighter.



“Boring!” Terri whined.



“Let’s go rent a movie and just chill out for the evening. Grab a couple of beers along the way?” Sarah suggested as she pulled away from Robert.



“I would rather go clubbing!” Terri suggested as she danced a bit on the sidewalk.



“No, I don’t think I can tonight Tears, I just want to chill out.” Sarah said as she walked over and attempted to stop Terri from dancing around.



“Oh, you know, you suck…” Terri pouted as she stopped dancing and folded her arms across her chest; she looked like a little child that was not getting her way.



“Well if you’re good, maybe I will later” Sarah whispered quietly as she wrapped her arms around Terri’s waist kissing her softly on the lips. Robert watched with a huge smile as the ladies separated and could see a smile creep across Terri’s lips as she slowly opened her eyes.



“Ok…” Terri said with a sigh as she looped her arm around Sarah’s elbow and slowly walked towards where they had parked the Jeep.



***



They stopped twice on the way back to grab a couple of DVDs from the video store and some drinks from a convenience store not far from the condo. As they walked in Sarah and Terri both felt the need to change into something more comfortable and told Robert to get some popcorn and put one of the movies they rented in the DVD player. Robert grabbed a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt from his bag and quickly changed in the living room, while the ladies changed in their own rooms.



Robert had just walked into the living room carrying a bowl of popcorn to find Sarah and Terri sitting next to each other on the couch. Sarah was wearing his blue dress shirt and had pulled the braid out of her hair, and Terri had a long black t-shirt on. He passed the popcorn to Sarah and handed each of them a beer as he sat down with a bottle of soda for himself. Robert stretched his legs out as Sarah leaned over and snuggled up close to him taking his arm and wrapping it over her shoulder. Terri giggled as she leaned over and did the same to Sarah, laying on her chest and snacking on popcorn.



Terri stood up as the movie ended and stretched as she looked at Sarah who had her arm wrapped around Roberts’s stomach. Terri switch the movie to the other one they had picked up and grabbed a blanket tossing it over Robert’s lap and Sarah. She walked over to the light switch and turned off the light above their heads, then quickly resumed her position next to Sarah.



The second movie was some romantic drama the girls insisted he needed to see. Robert gently brushed Sarah’s shoulder as he felt her hand gently tickling his side. As Robert watched the movie he realized that Sarah’s breathing seemed to be deeper, looking down he could see, by the faint light from the movie that her eyes were closed. Thinking maybe she had fallen asleep he looked to Terri who was intently watching him, then glancing quickly to the blanket. Robert moved his eyes down the blanket to see that it was tented and moving at about the spot that Sarah’s legs would be.



Roberts’s eyes followed the motion of the blanket as he felt Sarah’s hand clench the side of his shirt as she spread her legs to allow Terri more room to pleasure her. Robert felt his cock stiffen quickly at the sight of this and shifted slightly as he felt Sarah move her hand from his side down to his pants. Robert looked to her face to see her eyes half open as she struggled with his sweat shorts and finding a way in to his manhood.



With a frustrated growl Sarah climbed off the couch, and knelt in front of Robert, forcing his legs together as she grabbed at the waist band of his shorts. Robert lifted his hips as she pulled at the shorts pulling them down and off his feet. She slid her hands up his inner thighs spreading his legs as she gripped his shaft at the base. Robert was fully engorged he watched her turn her head to look at Terri who was now kneeling on the couch licking her lips at the sight of Robert’s hard member.



Sarah made a “come here” motion with her head as she looked at Terri, who was now crawling across the couch. Sarah looked up to Robert with a hungry look in her eyes as she glanced to Terri then back to him, as if she was asking his permission to let Terri have him. Robert smiled back at her and leaned down to kiss her passionately on the lips. Feeling her tongue snake out and caress his, he felt something soft and wet brush against the back of his neck, and he looked over and saw Terri kneeling on the couch next to him with a sad look on her face. He glanced to Sarah who smiled back at him and he leaned over and gently kissed Terri on the lips.



He found the kiss so much different than Sarah’s, Terri was full of passion and lust, wild and uncontrolled, as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, and her lips pushed hard against him almost painfully. Sarah’s was gentle, soft, full of life and love, like he was kissing not just her lips but her soul as well. Terri pulled back and gently placed her hand on his chest pushing him back as she bent forward to hover over his aching member.



Robert held his breath and watched as Sarah directed his penis towards Terri’s mouth like a compass pointing north, and then he felt the warm sensation of Terri’s lips wrap around his head. Her tongue went to work bathing his head in saliva as she slowly worked more and more of his ridged shaft in her hot mouth. He groaned loudly as he felt his entire shaft disappear in her mouth as he felt warm breath bathe his tight balls. Sarah spread his legs wide as he felt her wet tongue tickle his wrinkled sack. Licking and sucking she drew one of his balls in her mouth and sucked gently, humming quietly as he felt the vibrations travel up his shaft which were intensified by Terri’s sucking. Robert rolled on his back and moaned as he felt his ball pop out of Sarah’s mouth.



Sarah slowly stood up in front of both of them studying the erotic scene she had created. Robert opened his eyes to see Sarah standing before him; she gazed deeply into his eyes as she slowly released the first button on his dress shirt. Terri had stopped her onslaught of his manhood, much to his relief as he could feel the pressure building, and sighed quietly as Sarah slowly released another button. She smiled at them both as she teasingly pulled at the third button. ‘Two more to go,’ Robert thought to himself as he watched the head of her erect cock sway slightly as she shifted her legs back and forth, from under the hem of his shirt. Robert looked up to see that she was hold the last button in her hands, cocking an eyebrow as she undid the last button but held the bottom of the shirt closed with her hand.



Slowly she stepped forward, placing one foot between his legs, stepping up she stood on the couch with her other foot next to his thigh, looking down at him she released the shirt but did not remove it, instead she reached down pulling his head to her crotch, which was level with his mouth. Robert grinned as he pushed back the shirt with his face and found her hard manhood dripping with precum.



Reaching up, he gently caressed her erection, slowly gliding his hands along its soft smooth skin. He felt her shiver as he opened his mouth and gently flicked her head with his tongue drawing a soft moan from her. He could taste her salty precum on his tongue as he slowly let her head slip between his lips suckling it like he was sucking and licking like he was eating an ice cream cone. He drew his tongue down her shaft licking at the large vein underneath and sliding his hand along her length. Robert grunted as he felt Terri resume her pleasuring as she slid his cock back into her mouth. He moaned around Sarah’s shaft and slipped a hand between her legs to gently fondle her balls.



“Damn Sarah you were right he does taste really good!” Terri exclaimed as she sat back on the couch and watched Robert suck on Sarah’s hard member. Terri reached down and pulled off her shirt as she climbed off the couch. “Sarah I have to feel this monster inside me please let me fuck the shit out of him!” Terri begged as she stood in front of them as she cupped her left breast with one hand and slowly caressed her swollen pussy lips with her right. Robert was not sure what her real answer was but he felt Terri straddle his legs kneeling on the couch with her wet pussy hovering over his ridged member.



“Oh god!” Robert moaned out as he let Sarah’s cock slip from his mouth as he felt Terri’s tight pussy wrap around the head of his cock. He watched his manhood disappear between her wet folds as he slowly massaged Sarah’s cock, Terri had her head thrown back and let out an animalistic moan as she slowly lowered herself down until Robert was completely inside her. She sat for a second allowing herself to get used to his girth and then slowly started to rock back and forth, rolling her hips as he felt every inch of her pussy.



Robert turned back to Sarah’s manhood sucking on it with renewed vigor as he felt her hips slowly rocking back and forth. Glancing up he could see her gazing down at her best friend and her lover doing a most taboo of sexual acts. It was never acceptable for a best friend to have sex with her friend’s lover, but Sarah was becoming more aroused the more she watched. She wanted to see this, she loved them both and wanted to share with them both such an intimate act. Robert pulled Sarah’s throbbing cock from his mouth and pointed it to Terri who was now bouncing up and down on his ridged pole.



Terri sighed as she opened her eyes to see the offering Robert was giving to her. “Oh Sarah this one is a keeper.” She laughed as she leaned forward taking her wet lover in her mouth and sucking on it greedily as she rocked harder on Robert’s pole, grounding her hips down and pushing him deeper inside of her. Robert started rocking his hips with her motion driving his cock deeper as he felt the pressure starting in his balls.



“Oh god!” Robert moaned as he intently watched Terri sucking on Sarah like a master of her craft, her tongue would lick the head and down the shaft, as she opened her mouth around it, allowing Robert to watch her skillfully pleasure Sarah. Robert knew he was not going to last much longer and whimpered quietly as he bit down on his bottom lip trying to distract him from releasing too early.



“Cum in her Robert, I want to taste you inside her.” Sarah whispered as she looked down on him. Robert was on the edge; Sarah’s words had tipped the sensitive balance he was maintaining, with a shift and a gentle push he rolled Terri away from Sarah’s cock and onto her back laying across the couch, giving Sarah a spilt second to move her foot before rolling onto the floor.



Reaching down he hooked Terri’s knees in his hands spreading her legs wide as he slammed his hips into her driving his cock inside her. Terri looked at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, as her body was rocked back and forth by his powerful thrusts.



Robert grunted and looked up to see Sarah standing, bent over, inches from his face, she had a wide smile as she looked down at his plunging manhood. They locked eyes and Robert whispered “I love you” as he thrust one final time grunting in pleasure as he felt the sweet euphoric rush of sexual energy and his cock erupted deep inside of Terri.



“Don’t STOP! Fuck Me, Fuck Me Hard!” Terri moaned as she thrashed her head back and forth. Robert started pumping his hips again in quick hard thrusts as he continued to pump his sticky load inside her. He opened his eyes to see Sarah reaching down between them slipping her fingers over Terri’s hard clit and stroking it quickly as she aided in Terri’s release. “Oh Fuck Oh Fuck, I AM CUMMMING!” Terri screamed as her body shook and bucked against him. Her hips lifted off the couch as she arched her back and a crackling moan escaped her throat, before finally clasping on the couch, breathing heavily as she tried to come back down from her orgasmic high.



Robert slowly withdrew his semi erect penis, which was slick with their mix. He sat back on the end of the couch as he looked from Sarah, who was standing there studying him, to Terri whose legs were quivering and she was still swaying her body back and forth. Sarah quietly pulled off her shirt as she looked longingly into his eyes, slowly she walked over to the couch and knelt on it between him and Terri, crawling over to him.



“I love you too, and you have no idea how hot that was see.” She whispered as she leaned in and softly brushed her lips against his. Robert felt spent and tried, but was surprised to find that he was still somewhat erect. He watched as Sarah slowly turned on the couch kneeling down between Terri’s legs and licked her soft cum soaked pussy, wiggling her ass which was spread open to him.



Robert casually stroked his semi erect cock as he listen to Terri moan and sigh to the soft lapping sounds of Sarah licking at her honey pot. Robert licked his lips as he saw Sarah’s soft light brown rosebud tempting him. Leaning forward on his knees he softly kissed her right cheek, hearing Sarah giggled and shift her hips away from him. Chuckling softly Robert moved and kissed her other cheek flicking the tip of his tongue against her soft skin. Robert placed his hands on her ass and spread her even wider as he lowered his mouth to her soft forbidden place and licked it with the flat of his tongue causing her to quiver slightly and a muffled moan could be heard coming from her.



He licked and teased driving his tongue inside her and feeling her push back against his mouth as he reached down to fondle her swollen member. He could feel precum dripping from her slit as she groaned loudly. His fingers danced along her shaft as he squeezed her head gently, feeling her thrust into his even tightening fist.



“Oh god Robert, make love to me please, I need to feel you inside me again.” She whispered as she dropped her head to the couch and worked her hips back and forth. Not wanting to disappoint, Robert pulled her hips so that she was standing on the floor with him behind her. She placed her hands on the back of the couch, bracing her knees against the front as she looked back at him with a loving gaze as he positioned behind her. Terri sat up on the couch opening her legs wide, and slowly stroked her completely shaved pussy as she watched Robert slowly slide the head of his member inside her best friend, hearing Sarah give a guttural groan.



Terri gave a wicked grin as she spun around the couch laying down on her back stretching out across the couch, with her head up between Sarah’s legs. Robert slowly pumped his cock inside his lover, feeling her body move with his, wrapping tightly around his shaft, the feeling was amazing. He slowly pumped inside her, this afternoon it was lust and desire that drove him, tonight it was pure love that inspired him. He truly felt for the first time that he was in love with someone, pure honest love, he had never felt closer to another person’s soul like he was with Sarah. He wanted to make love to her tonight and show her how much he enjoyed their relationship.



Terri took Sarah’s cock in her hand brushing her lips against the soft mushroom shaped head, licking the precum from her lips. She was surprised to see how much more engorged Sarah was with Robert so deep inside her. Looking up she could see Sarah’s eyes watching Terri tease her manhood, Sarah had tears in her eyes, but she was also smiling, a smile that Terri had not seen on her face since college, when they used to make love, when Sarah was not Sarah.



Terri slowly propped herself up and leaned in close to Sarah whispering to her “Cum for him Sarah show him how much he pleases you.” Sarah opened her mouth to say something but her eyes rolled back as Terri looked back to her dangling member that was bobbing and weaving with Robert’s thrust, she shifted back underneath the swaying appendage and with an open mouth she slipped the entire thing in her mouth, sucking on it hard as she felt the tell tale shake that Sarah was on the verge of cumming.



“Robert, Tiger, oh my, oh I Lov….” The last part was strangled in a cry as she tightened down hard on his shaft causing him to grunt loudly as her body just stopped moving and shook with tension. Terri did not expect her to cum so quickly and was caught by surprise as the first massive load shot into her mouth. She laid back on the couch trying to swallow it down as she directed Sarah’s throbbing cock to her breasts watching as a thick hot sticky rope of cum splashed on her breasts. She giggled as she pumped the cock directing several more long streams onto her chest and stomach, feeling Sarah buck her hips as she cried and moaned. Ages seem to pass before she finally stopped thrusting her hips as Terri looked down at the huge mess of cum that cover her right breast almost entirely.



Robert was shocked as he felt her wrench down on his shaft; it was almost painful as Sarah’s muscles locked around him like a vice. He was going to try to pull back when he felt her hips thrust forward releasing him enough to slide out a bit as she thrust her hips cause his cock to slide back and forth. He grunted and groaned as he felt his balls tighten for the third time that day and he felt the sweet release. Looking down he saw white splashes of liquid appear on Terri’s breasts and knew that she was directing the cum to where she wanted. It was all too much for him and he pulled his cock out to give it a quick couple of strokes and watched as the first jet of cum exploded from his head and splashed down on his Sarah’s tanned body. Several more thick ropes splashed on her back and ass as he moaned out loudly, his mind reeling as he looked to see Sarah looking back at him with that sparkle in her eye.

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