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Even though he had just masturbated, it wasn’t enough. Amazingly he still needed a cunt to actually fuck. Dan Michaels almost ran down the stairs to the bedroom where Angie was sleeping. His ears were humming and his brain spinning. “Good old Nancy and Steve,” he said aloud to imself. “So, they’ve been fucking their way in to the senator’s office.”



He was in a hurry now, for he had an idea that he thought would be fun, not to mention thoroughly exciting. He could feel his cock throbbing hard again and demanding between his legs as he made his way to the small bedroom at the back of his house.



Dan eagerly sought out the right door in the narrow hallway, and without hesitating, he knocked softly. After getting no reply, he turned the handle of the door and, finding it open, stepped in.



Angie had awakened at Dan’s first knock. Now she lay wondering in her narrow bed what Dan was up to as the good-looking young man entered. He was dressed in his pajamas. His dark hair was charmingly out of place and a large lock clung to his forehead. His dark blue eyes glinted and his expression was amicable as he moved swiftly to her.



“Dan, what you are doing?” she cried, holding her covers up against her chin. Beneath, she was clad in a simple thin nightgown that came to her ankles and had a white ruffle around the hem.



“I think I’ve found something that you would enjoy seeing and hearing,” Dan said, sitting down on the bed.



Angie started to answer, but he would not let her. His laugh resounded throughout the tiny room, and Angie wondered what on earth it could be that Dan wanted to show her that could cause him so much amusement.



“Dan, tell me what it is!” she cried out.



His head bent low, and he kissed her with a hard, burning pressure, until her head sank back into the softness of the pillow. Her eyes were closed and the lids fluttered as his kisses did their work in arousing her body. His tongue boldly thrust between her parted lips, touching her own tongue mercilessly and making her want to die from the bliss it created inside her.



“Wait … Dan, hold it … Tell me what’s so funny …” she murmured, moving her head from side to side in an effort to escape his mouth.



“Yes …” he said suddenly, pulling away from her. “I’ll tell you, but you have to come with me … Come on! Hurry!”



Impatiently, he pulled her up and spun her toward the door, not even giving her time to put on a robe over her thin nightgown.



“Where on earth are we going? What’s wrong with you, Dan?”



“Nothing’s wrong with me. I just want to show you something I think you’ll enjoy. In fact, I know you’ll enjoy it about as much as I do.” Once more his laugh echoed through the empty house.



Dan was pulling her so fast that she could only stumble along behind him, curious in spite of herself as to where the impetuous Dan Michaels was taking her.



He clambered up the stairs, taking them two at a time, not stopping to see if the small girl was able to follow at such a pace. She had no choice, and together they arrived at the top of the landing both out of breath and panting hard.



“Shhhhhhhh …” Dan cautioned her, and together they tiptoed down the hall until they got to the door to the Connors’ bedroom.



“I sure hope they’re still fucking,” he thought to himself. And then he knew they were, for through the slight crack in the door which he had left ajar the rising voices of Steve and his beautiful young wife could be clearly heard.



Angie stood with her mouth gaping open as Dan pushed her closer so that she too could hear everything. Her foot had stepped into something wet and sticky. “I’ve stepped into something” she whispered.”



“Don’t worry about that. It’s just my sperm. I got so hot listening to everything going on in there that I masturbated.”



Inside, Nancy winced forward, jumping slightly as she felt Steve’s fingers prodding in between her widespread ass cheeks. This was something that he had only done once, one wild night when he and Dan had both fucked her at the same time. He had never done it on his own, nor had Dan. Nancy sensed what her husband was thinking of doing–he had fucked her there once before, but it would still hurt. She felt obscenely naked and unprotected back there as she could feel the strained skin around her tiny puckered asshole being pulled apart. He had been kissing her and gently nibbling at her trembling anus, and Nancy was surprised to note that his finger now up her ass did not hurt as she had anticipated, but rather sent a sensation of muted pleasure swelling through her.



Steve moved his middle finger around in the tight but expanding hole, sawing in and out, widening the tiny canal more and more. Nancy found herself wiggling her hips back against it, her nails digging into the mattress under her. When the determined young husband forced a second finger in, however, she winced aloud from the pain and tried to bounce away from him on the big bed. She could feel the sheets crumpling beneath her damp body.



But Nancy had little time to relax, for her demanding husband followed her, kneeling up against her own kneeling body, pinning her down with his other big hand on the small of her back. Nancy could feel that he was warming to his task and that shiver of excitement that she always got when she realized that she was about to be thoroughly fucked now ran through her body. Momentarily he was still behind her, and then the fingers began to work together inside her tight clinging asshole. Nancy’s mouth fell open as she began to groan excitedly, wriggling back onto the obscenely invading fingers of Steve’s probing hand. A strangely appealing defeat swept over her. She could feel him back there deliberately stretching her. His voice came to her ears, loud and ringing.



“I’ve only fucked you in the ass once, and I hear that the second time’s the charm!”



“Yes … yes … fuck me there! Fuck me up the ass, Steve!” She twisted her neck and cried back to him.



Outside the door, Angie gasped as she heard the unmistakable sounds of what activities were going on in the bedroom. She felt her legs grow weak and she would have fainted from the sudden fire in her cunt at the sound of the intimate goings on in there if it had not been for Dan’s strong grip around her waist. He would not let her go and she was glad of that for she was afraid that her legs wouldn’t hold her up.



Dan was delighted. It was much, much better than he had hoped. They’d fucked together at one time or another, but this listening secretly at the door seemed somehow more obscene and arousing.



His fingers began a rhythmic massage against the naked softness of Angie’s quivering tits beneath her thin nightgown. They felt good to his fingers, and he pulled her closer and closer to him, forcing the hard, hot spear of his cock against her curved ass. He knew that even beneath their clothing she could feel the hardness of his prick, and that she would remember what it had felt like to have his huge, cunt-splitting cock fucking deep into her willingly widespread pussy.



The young blond girl moaned and was silent, but Dan could feel her trembling against him, her body beginning to respond to his forward thrusts as he held her tightly to his loins. They stood just outside the door in the hall, listening to the sounds and words coming from inside the bedroom, and Nancy’s breath became heavier and heavier to match the intensity of the actions inside. He could sense Angie’s total nakedness beneath her nightgown, and their very position there beside the open door began to excite him more and more.



Inside the bedroom, Steve Connors pulled his fingers out of Nancy’s hot asshole, the rubbery skin of her anus clinging to them and making a sucking, hissing noise.



“Kneel up more,” he said thickly. “Get your ass up higher!”



Obediently, Nancy drew her knees further up under her, presenting him with the fully stretched cheeks of her ass as she felt his hot, hard body move in between her open thighs. A shiver of anticipation surged through her limbs as suddenly she felt the giant swollen head of his cock resting within her wide split crevice. Obediently, she reached her hand back through the arch of her legs and began to gently stroke and cup the heavy sac of his cum-filled balls.



“Put my cock in your ass!” he hissed at her, and she took hold of the throbbing cock, feeling its width between her fingers. There was semen dripping from its tip. It seemed too big to go inside her back there! Yet she wanted to have it fuck her ass, and she held her breath as he clutched at the top of her trim, widely separated thighs while she placed the thick pulsing head of his prick against the tight, hairless opening of her asshole.



Steve began to push against her, straining into the tight near-virginal hole of her ass. She was about to tell him that it was no use, it would never go in, when the tiny muscle of her asshole gave way and the persistent head of his cock burst into the sanctity of her nether flesh. Desperately, she tried to pull away from him, but he held her tight.



“Oh God, Steve … it hurts … I’m too small back there!” she cried.



But he ignored her pleas, shoving mercilessly as he hugged her shapely hips in his savage attack and growled, “Push back! Come on! Help me out. Push your ass back!”



Nancy could hardly think. Every way she turned there was pain and more pain. The agony was unbelievable!



“Back … BACK!” he urged heatedly, but she was afraid to move for fear of the pain inside her. Nevertheless, she tried to move her ass backward, and with a deliberate, mind-shattering effort born of love, she allowed his slithering cock to surge into the spongy resistant flesh of her back passage.



“Aaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!” she groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against her upturned ass cheeks. She heard him give a harsh whine of passion as he began to fuck deep into the soft confines of her fully presented asshole.



Listening in the hall outside the bedroom door, Angie had begun to really respond to the sounds of the lewd fucking by writhing backward against Dan’s thrusting loins, and when his hands began to lift her nightgown up, she could not protest.



Her flesh burned with desire as his fingers revealed the creamy nakedness of her soft white body. When her nightgown was way up around her hips and her soft quivering ass was bared to him, she felt him pull her in against him once more, and to her shocked surprise she felt the hardness of his cock pressing fervently into the split of her ass cheeks.



Oh no, she thought. He’s not going to do the same thing to me; he can’t. Not here. No! But she did not know what to do as he began to push and slide the massiveness of his cock in between her trembling crack, bending her body this way and that as it pleased him so that he could get the desired sensual effect. She was relieved that he did not try to enter her there, for she could hear the horrifying sounds of Nancy Connors being sodomized by her husband. She knew that she could never recover from such an act if Nancy couldn’t, and tried to convince herself that Dan Michaels would never dare do such a thing to her without her consent. He forced her to bend forward, letting his hot throbbing cock fit smoothly into the spread entrance of her hair-lined cunt, and Angie shivered with mounting desire. She wanted to be fucked in her pussy.



Yes, she thought, oh yes, fuck into me now, right now! She felt so excited that she began to push her ass back, and as she did so, the huge mass of Dan’s cock fucked high into her willingly opened cunt.



“Mmmmmmmmnnnnnnghhh!” she moaned, twisting back onto him as she felt her cunt being filled by the swelling shaft of Dan’s cock.



Oh, it’s huge and wonderful and I love it! she thought wildly.



His hands firmly planted on Angie’s hips, Dan Michaels began a slow fucking motion into the young girl’s hot gushing pussy, feeling his cock speeding along the entire length of her tingling narrow channel and listening to her soft moans of pleasure. But this was not all he had wanted of her, and boldly, after once more assessing the sounds coming from inside Nancy’s bedroom, he began to push forward into the room, carrying Angie along with him still firmly attached to him by the penetration of his pulsing cock inside her tight clinging cunt.



Angie realized what was happening, but she was too aroused to care. Nancy and Steve wouldn’t mind anyway. He held her so hard that she could feel sharp shooting pains where his fingers dug into the soft fleshy area of her hips. Yet, as he moved, his hard cock jiggled and thrust within her wet confines in a most exciting way.



To her alarm, she could hear the noises of the wildly fucking couple on the bed very close by. She and Dan were now almost right next to them, she was certain of it. But Nancy and Steve were so preoccupied that they didn’t know that they had company.



By degrees, the pain was lessening within the stretched walls of Nancy’s stuffed asshole, and a certain stimulation began to blend with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her auburn hair a crazed tangle hanging over her face as Steve fucked hard into her again and again and again.



“Unnnnnnngh! Unnnnngggghhh! Uuunnngggghh!” he grunted animal like behind her. “Move your butt!” he commanded. “Can’t you do better than that?”



His words stung Nancy as she tried to comply. He was sodomizing her. Her own dear Steve was fucking her mindlessly where she had seldom been fucked before. She tried to think, but each time his brutal thrust would drive her forward and she would squirm back onto his deeply fucking cock until soon she was filled with an all pervading joy. The pain had become pleasurable! She began to move backward with vigor; in a tempo to meet her young husband’s brutal thrusts. It was getting better and better, better than she remembered it to be. She marveled at the power of her body to bring her new sensations when she thought she already knew them all.



It was then that the piercing shriek stunned them both, and Steve’s surging cock stopped, plunged to the hilt within the gripping narrowness of Nancy’s wide split asshole. Directly behind them, right there in the room, a woman had screamed. And now immediately following the scream, the sharp sounds of sobbing and the noises of flesh slapping against flesh met their ears.



“What the hell!” Steve cried out.



“Never mind!” Dan’s panting voice replied. “Go on with what you’re doing. It’s just Angie and me. Damn, your asshole is tight, Angie!”



Angie’s cries of pain lifted to the ceiling, and Steve could feel Nancy trying to continue the fucking movements Steve had stopped. He had to chuckle as he heard Angie’s moaning noises and envisioned the two of them fucking there at the foot of the bed. He turned his head around, still without releasing Nancy from his strong grip on her upper thighs, and in the darkness could make out the shape of the other two gyrating bodies, the white of Angie’s uplifted nightgown and the outline of Dan’s head. He had to hand it to Dan Michaels. He had an original sense of imagination. No wonder Nancy liked him so well!



Nancy could hear Angie’s mounting moans of utter pleasure, and she guessed that Dan was touching her body in such a way as to alleviate the rising pain between the young girl’s cock-spread asshole. Her own ass was once more stretched and the long insertion of her husband’s throbbing cock fucking deep within her arching asshole made itself felt again as the painfully embedded prick recovered from its temporarily softened state and grew harder by the second.



“Come on, sweetheart, fuck me back good …” he growled at her. “Draining my balls into your ass will only make my cock slide easer.” “But first, turn on the light!”



In a second the room was flooded with a soft yellow glow from Nancy’s night table, and Steve nearly knocked her flat on her face as he shoved up into her tight clinging asshole again, this time turning his head so he could watch the occupied couple behind them.



It was true, they were ass fucking too! Dan was fucking his little blonde mistress right up her ass, and from his position on the bed, Steve could see Dan’s large fucking cock sliding in and out between the full, firm rounded moons of white flesh that formed the blonde’s ass. He could even see the pink flesh of her round little asshole draw back with Dan’s cock on the outstroke, greedily clasping at it as if to keep it from escaping. He stared in sadistic delight as his wife’s lover’s cum-laden balls smacked resoundingly against Angie’s tight little blonde-haired cunt each time he sank his huge prick to the hilt in her wide-split asshole.



Steve felt his own dangling balls palpitating almost painfully and his throbbing cock felt as if it were charged with electricity each time he fucked into Nancy’s uplifted ass. Now she was moaning like a madwoman, her beautiful face flushed, her eyes rolling in her head, and Steve knew he couldn’t last much longer.



They had all fucked in the same room before, and they had had some good times together and some pretty wild fucks. But Steve couldn’t remember ever having done anything nearly as exciting as this dual sodomizing! He had wanted something special for this night and he was getting it. He could see Dan watching him too, even while he thoroughly impaled the writhing young girl in front of him, and Steve realized that they were in a kind of contest together. Who would last longer; who would cum first?



Steve’s hand came down on Nancy’s ass in imitation of a jockey with a thoroughbred horse coming down the home stretch toward the finish line.



“Eeeeeeee!” Nancy wailed in painful protest, but the excitement had begun to swell within her again and she reached back under her, tickling Steve’s swinging balls and turning her face sideways so that he could see the effect he was having on her. Sweat poured from Steve’s face as he rode her wildly and impersonally. She felt herself to be a mere vessel for his pleasure, and this contributed to her own growing pleasure. What could be more important than receiving his huge cock because, after all, she was using him for her own selfish pleasure just as he was using her. She knew that the presence of Dan and Angie was making him reach new heights of pleasure, and she herself found in the depths of debasement a greater desire than she had ever known filling her gyrating loins.



Dan watched her, fascinated, as up on the bed Steve’s probing cock disappeared all the way up into Nancy’s trembling ass with every cruel thrust. None of it was left visible to his eyes as it fucked its full depth into the passage, straining its head as if to burst asunder in her tight clasping asshole.



Dan had always wanted to fuck Nancy in the ass because he knew it was the only hole she had rarely been screwed in, and that in itself was enough to send his cock rising toward the ceiling. But in all the times he’d been with her, he had never dared to mention it. Now there would be no problem, though it wouldn’t quite be the same. For the moment, though, it was enough to watch and to feel Angie’s quivering little ass smacking against his loins, to know that once more he was bringing the young blonde to the point of cumming with his fucking cock.



Angie moaned and cried as the thick penis churned within her straining asshole. He had fucked into her there with one swift, devastating thrust, taking her by surprise after exiting from her cum- drenched pussy. And now, she found herself filled with a sense of total abandon.



What did anything matter anymore? She was in effect enjoying the obscene act of being gored in her asshole. She had allowed herself to be taken in the crudest, most obscene manner known to man or woman, and in the same room with another couple who were doing exactly the same thing! Her mind went spinning in sexual abandon at the thought.

My acting career was doing well. I had worked nonstop for six months and my checking and savings accounts were at their best level in my seven years in the acting industry.



As the sidekick to the hero of a Spanish soap, I had earned seventy eight thousand dollars in five months of work. This was followed –or sandwiched in- with two regional TV commercials, a small part in an independent film shot in Palm Beach and a few lines in a big budget film shot in Key West. I had earned over a hundred thousand in the first half of the year and I was contracted to the starring role in a thriller set in Miami. It was going to pay only thirty-five thousand –peanuts for a starring role- but it was a low budget project and provided me with my first opportunity as the main player.



I needed a vacation and I could count on at least two weeks of down time until the thriller started shooting. I decided to bake in the sun, inhale reefer smoke and wash it down with Chilean wine, eat some shrimp and steak and have sex with Gina or Lynn, or both, my two loving cougars.



Gina is a thirty six year old Puerto Rican with killer legs, a terrific ass, nice breasts and an amazing lack of inhibitions. Twice divorced with two kids, she is a video editor that often works on the soaps. At home she is a conservative well bred PTA mother. On more private moments she is into sex in public places, rough dirty talk and role playing.



Lynn is a very fit woman in her early forties with short, layered hair, a hard body and lots of energy. Lynne is also divorced, no kids and is a partner in a shoe boutique where a pair of designer shoes cost a small fortune. She –like Gina- swings both ways and the three of us have had magnificent sexual adventures together.



One of the most recent escapades took place in the Florida Keys. Lynne, the athletic type, owns an old, eighteen foot single sail boat which took the three of us away for a weekend, to an uninhabited key a few knots west of Big Pine.



Wisely, we did not go within mosquito season. The night air was pleasant and we were the only souls in this two acre clump of land in surrounded by dark water. It was cozy and we had good food –sandwiches, potato salad, cheeses, fruits, and most important, wine and weed.



It did not take long for us to shed our bathing suits, smoke a couple of bowls and finish of a bottle of Chilean wine. After that it did not take long either for Gina to be naked on the sand with Lynn above her, touching, probing, kissing, nibbling her ears and neck while I kneeled next to them, rubbing my cock on their flesh, my fingers fondling cunts, caressing ass, teasing nipples.



I screwed both of them and they both performed oral sex on me while I was flat on my back, looking at the stars above while two tongues licked my shaft and testicles. When I was ready to explode, Lynn’s mouth closed over my cock, her teeth nibbling my dick’s head. The orgasm into her mouth was intense, savage, totally amazing.



Later that night after more fine smoke and wine, I took Gina’s ass, pounding her rear as she laid face down on the beach blanket, her hips pushing back asking me for more. Gina is extremely vocal while Lynn is the opposite, her sexual conversation usually limited of moans and grunts.



We slept on blankets in the sand, went for an early morning nude swim and I fucked Lynn in the water, her legs curled around the back of mine, her cunt impaled by my cock as she clung to me and Gina stood next to us, her hands caressing my balls and Lynn’s tight ass.



It was a memorable weekend picnic on a clump of rock and grass surrounded by a green and pale blue Ocean.



Now, after weeks and weeks of non-stop work, I needed an adventure like that to charge up my erotic ego.



I made plans with both but my first day of vacation would start with a meeting with a friend named Manning, who had insisted on a face to face over breakfast at a restaurant on Ocean Drive.



Manning is an interesting character. I’ve seen many like him in my six years as a professional actor. Manning is a fringe member of the film industry, with a pinch of legitimacy to his alter ego claims.



In reality, he is a wealthy businessman in his late thirties or early forties with a small paunch and a carefully groomed appearance. Manning’s father owns twenty-four dry cleaners spread out over ten cities in the Miami Dade County area. Manning stumbled through college and from there went straight to the vice presidency of his old man’s company with a six figure salary, a Mercedes-Benz car and twenty per cent of the company stock, a graduation gift from his parents.



He has worked for his father since then, at least fifteen years, probably more. Manning owns an estate home in Miami Beach, a Jag, a Mercedes, a customized van, a stunning trophy wife named Denise and a sizable stock portfolio that holds its own even in a bad economy, for his investments are all in public utilities and carefully selected high technology shares.



That is Manning but there is also the other Manning, film and theatrical producer, a bon vivant showbiz man all the way.



It started a few years ago, when the socially active dry cleaner executive was asked by a friend to a fund raiser for a local community theatre. Manning liked show business and he donated a five thousand dollar tax deduction. He was thrilled when his name appeared in the program, acknowledging him –and a dozen others- as a producer of the performances.



Suddenly, producer sounded impressive, glamorous, a lot better than dry cleaning businessman.



Building up a resume for his new alter ego, Manning entered into his new fantasy life with determination. He financially backed a community play annually in which he picked up another hefty tax deduction and in the last five years he has been an investor in two local, low budgets independent films, in which I had modest feature roles. The movies were made cheap but they had fair plot and good directing. Still, they were shoddily marketed and Manning lost about forty grand in the first one and maybe broke even in the second.



Point is that Manning has been a film and theater producer for seven or eight years and has never made a dime in the industry and has in fact, lost tens of thousands in his investments, but he does not care; he is acting out a fantasy life, playing a role. Ask him what he does for a living and out will come a fancy engraved card proclaiming him a film and theatre entrepreneur, impressing the unknowing.



Manning is always talking film deals and projects that never happen. Although he is a tiny starving fish in a large ocean, he sees himself as a Swordfish, but he is harmless and has in fact helped a number of actors –myself among them- by sponsoring projects.



For a few weeks back about four years, we had whored together and hung out at bars before he started dating Denise and married her quickly.



One of our best adventures together had been with a woman named Lisa. She was in her late thirties and had been fairly cute but extremely insecure. In search of self esteem she redid her image with all those injections for cheekbones and lips, resulting in her looking like a cartoon drawing. She thought she looked glamorous but I thought it was pathetic.



Lisa was married but her husband traveled a lot, so she had time to screw around. She claimed that Manning had been her first cheating experience and I can’t say yes or no on that, but I can tell you she went nuts for him.



She had low self esteem and was a perfect target for Manning’s show bizz persona. She was living a bland marital relation and suddenly she is being courted by a film and theater producer who wears designer suits and owns an eighty-thousand dollar car. He takes her to his estate home in Miami Beach and she sees a wall full of plaques and photos. Mind you, there are no plaques from chambers of commerce or photos of his dry cleaning empire. Instead, every photo on the wall is related to his theatre and film activities: posters of his two movies, framed programs of theatrical productions, a gratitude plaque from a community theater, a second plaque from an acting troupe, photos of Manning on the sets, as well as photos with local celebrities, taken at charity dinners. After seeing all this, her only option was to be flattered and taken.



It wasn’t long before Manning talked her into a threesome, bringing me over to become the new addition to their sex life. He had shown her a video of one of his movies where I play a bartender in a mob bar and told her that if she wanted it, she could be fucked by a movie star, which was an exaggeration as to my status in the industry. To her, however, I was a bona fide movie star and she eagerly agreed to meet me. Despite her caricature face, she did have a nice body with a thick bush, also being most willing to participate. While her husband was off on a business trip to Alabama, I fucked Lisa in all three holes as did Manning.



She sucked cock better than most, willing to please, hoping for a compliment or a pat on the head for a shaft well blown. She fucked the same way, adapting to please, working with the dominant rhythm being imposed, opening up cunt and ass for easier penetration, pushing back against the meat that ravaged her, tightening her cunt to hold the cock inside her, moving with purpose, grinding, humping, pushing onto a savage climax.



Manning ordered Lisa around as a director does an actress. On one occasion he had her squatting on a coffee table, masturbating while she begged us to fuck her ass, saying her husband never did her that way, then on all fours on the table I took her rear hole, my cock impaled between her clenched ass cheeks. The orgasm was intense, my meat pulsing inside her, filling her ass with my warm cream.



On a weekday when her husband was away, we had Lisa perform a strip at an amateur night contest. This was not easy, because she was afraid someone might recognize her, so we drove to Naples, about eighty or ninety miles away from Miami, where no one knew her. She was nervous at first, but adapted quickly and enjoyed the situation. Afterwards, we stopped in a rest area of the Everglades and fucked her on a picnic table.



Manning shared Lisa with me several times until he met Denise, his party animal days coming to an end. Since marrying Denise he was only seen at local premieres and benefit dinners, hardly ever at a nightclub or activity event.



Denise is a sizzler of a woman. A few years older than me, in her mid thirties, she is of average size with milk white skin, red hair, brown eyes, generous wide lips, natural perfect breasts, a very desirable full ass and firm thighs. She is very sensuous, extremely desirable; Denise can make any man conjure up instant sexual fantasies.



Our breakfast was buffet style so I loaded a plate with grapes, slices of oranges and pears, square chunks of watermelon and some mini corn muffins. That and a tall glass of mango juice made up my breakfast while Manning enjoyed a plate of eggs, Spanish sausage and home fries washed down with a pitcher of water.



Manning talked about a possible film venture which did not sound promising, but I humored him because it’s always better to be nice than to be aloof.



The conversation came to a stop and we ate in silence for about a minute before he decided to start on another topic.



“Eduardo,” he said, “I really think highly of you. You are a fine actor and you treat all directors and producers with respect. I never heard you bad mouth anyone and based on our partying around days I have come to the conclusion that you are both uninhibited and discreet, which is a very rare combination.”



“Thanks. I appreciate that…”



“What I am about to propose is something you won’t turn down.”



“Good, but I must tell you I am under contract for a film that starts shooting in two weeks, so I won’t be available for at least a month.”



“No,” Manning said, “this is not about the industry. What I am offering is a sexual evening with my wife.”



“I did not expect that,” I answered, “Not at all. How does she feel about this?”



“Fine, she’s ready. Let me explain. For as hot as she looks, Denise is practically a novice in sex. She lost her cherry to her first college boyfriend and married the second one. Her marriage lasted six years and I came along and married her four years ago. Her first two lovers were very sexually orthodox and boring and she did not know any better.”



“So you have enlightened her.”



“She is very good at sex, multi-orgasmic but very straight…missionary position mostly, some oral, seldom anal and nothing else. The first two, almost three years were frustrating. I would try to spice things up but she was negative. She refused to watch porn, would not attend any kind of sex show, even in another city. Nothing worked. I was almost resigned to a life of vanilla sex until about a year and a half ago. Her old man fell ill and his medical plan did not cover all expenses. I took him to a specialist, covered anything the insurance did not pay and paid some of his groceries and bills for six months. I spent around eighty grand and now the old man is fine.”



“You know, Eduardo,” Manning said, “I did it because I love my wife and it was the right thing to do. Denise was very grateful and said she would do anything I wanted, so I told her that all I wanted was for her not to be so negative sexually. I told her I would never force her into anything but only asked that she have an open mind.”



“And she has, I gather.”



“It has taken a full year to get to this level. I started with watching porn films, the best quality I could find so she would not be turned off. She wanted to please but was very hesitant, until the grass and wine loosened her inhibitions and she came to enjoy the films. This was followed by toys, vibrators, sex garments, restraints and some public sex on a beach, a boat and in my office after hours. She was nervous but very excited and we had great sex.”



I nodded, feeling my meat twitch in my pants as I pictured Denise naked on a beach or leaning over a desk, exposing, offering her holes.



“After that came attendance of a sex show on a trip to New Orleans and a visit to a male strip joint in Palm Beach. The sex show and the male strip club really turned her on. She kept wondering aloud how could people perform sex or undress in front of others, but behind her questioning there was a sense of awe and sexual excitement. She even remarked about the different dancers and when I asked her which ones she liked the best she mentioned two, so that night while we were in bed I kept telling her that those men were with her, inside her, rubbing their cocks on her face and she had a climax that surpassed any she ever had before.”



“Last month we went to a swinger’s club and although she did not participate, seeing couples –including lesbians- performing sex a few feet away from her drove her wild. On our way back home she gave me a blow job in the car and we fucked right on the living room when we arrived home, because she wanted it so bad we never made it to the bedroom. Later she told me that she had seriously considered joining the orgy but she would feel more comfortable with someone we know. Your name came up and she liked the idea, so we fucked a second time and we used your name and she was calling out your name and asking you to fuck her deep and hard.”



“Manning,” I said, “your conversation is giving me a boner.”



“I take that as a yes, then? You will have my wife?”



“With eternal gratitude.”



“Eduardo,” he said as he finished his breakfast, “This is very important to me. For years, before I married, I was into threesomes, foursomes, anything interesting. I love my wife and I want her to enjoy sex as much as I do. If she does not like this, I’ll be back to square one, bland one-on-one sex for the rest of my life. If on the other hand, she really enjoys it, I will be a very happy camper.”



“I’ll do my best to please.”



“Eduardo, we have to script this well and stage it properly,” he said in his self portrayal of a theater and film producer.



“It’s your show, Manning.”



“It will be a role playing period piece,” he announced, “Denise likes TV shows like “Spartacus,” “Rome,” “The Tudors,” stuff like that.”



“So will it be Roman or Middle Ages?” I asked.



“Roman. They had better orgies.”



Manning had it all planned out and we talked another hour that morning and several times on the phone afterwards, agreeing on a time and place and explicit details of likes and dislikes. I added a couple of ideas, including adding Lynn and Gina who loved role playing- to the cast. Manning even made arrangements with a costume company for garments.



It happened five days later, on a Saturday night. During those days Manning prepared the show. On Friday, a delivery service brought me a box with three costumes. There were two pairs of tan leather sandals that tied to above the ankle, two cream colored short – three inches above the knees- togas for Lynn and Gina. As for myself, I also had the same type of sandals and a royal blue toga that came down to just above my ankles.



Manning’s home is a two million plus Spanish colonial style mansion in Miami Beach. The center courtyard has a custom pool with a grotto look and a white marble deck. When we arrived, Manning –dressed in a red toga- told us to make ourselves at home and wait for them by the pool.



He had set the stage well. The pool deck was light by candles which produced a reddish hue over the Roman orgy scenario. The house that wrapped around the pool, although new, had a rustic look, with stucco walls and balconies with highly polished wood railings. The pond like grotto pool with dark boulders and the white marble deck could almost be a decent shooting location for a period piece.



Manning had excelled in the furnishings. Obviously, he had been planning this event for weeks, for the furniture he had bought or rented was not common. The marble deck contained on one side of the pool a large exercise mat –ten by ten- covered with a burgundy blanket. On the other side, there were a half dozen curule style Roman chairs, a couple of love chair couches, a wooden massage table with a tray of oil bottles and a second sizable table covered with a tray of fresh fruit, several cheeses, a Serrano ham and a dozen bottles of Italian wines and sangria. Even the drinking goblets were stage props, more for a Centurion than for modern man.



The chairs were arranged in a circle and in the middle there was a large Turkish hookah pipe, with a half dozen sucking hoses and a bowl the size of a coffee cup, filled with red and green marihuana.



Gina, being into role playing, nodded respectfully.



“This guy really knows how to role play,” she said.



I agreed. The only modern technology in the set consisted of piped in music playing soft harp and flute sounds.



The Manning house went dark and the scene around us seemed even more of another time and place. As an actor I was enjoying myself.



Manning and Denise joined us at the candle lit deck. Denise wore a white toga that came down to her knees. She looked sensational, red hair well groomed; makeup well applied, her breasts pushing against the toga fabric, her milk white legs showing as porcelain under the candle glow.



I was in character. Manning and his wife wanted a role playing situation and I was an actor; I had done research on Rome in the internet and after the salutations and introductions, as we sat down to drink wine and puff on the hookah pipe, I began talking about Rome as though we were living in the era.



I talked about Roman art and foods while we drank a smooth wine and smoked a very strong weed. Denise had been fairly quiet, occasionally smiled nervously and I could not tell if she was afraid or anxiously willing, or perhaps both.

My real estate business was going well, and I was in Hong Kong for a few days, meeting a client from the United States that was about to construct a multi-storey apartment building in town. There were three companies competing for the tender to sell the apartments, and I felt confident because I had worked with this client before. His name was Trent, and he was a little older than me, aged in his mid-fifties, and was married with two grown up children.



The background to the rest of the story is that I, at age 46, was married to Steve, and work in my own real estate business which I purchased from my former boss, Al. I am tall, blonde and still have nice bouncy boobs and a curvaceous arse. I like to fuck, but in recent months have been trying not to play outside my marriage too much, preferring to fuck Steve as often as he is willing.



I was, in my hotel room, having arrived the day before. The meeting was tomorrow, and I decided to go shopping to find something new and classy to wear. Two hours later, I was in the spa in my room, sipping on some champagne and eating some strawberries when my mobile rang. It was Steve.



“Hi baby. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday! I’m sorry we can’t be together, but I promise I’ll make it up to you when you get home, ok?”



We chatted a while and I promised him I would be a ‘good girl’ on this trip, and would save myself for his surprise when I got home.



The next morning, after showering and dressing in my new outfit, I went down to enjoy a buffet breakfast before heading downtown to the meeting. As I sipped on my coffee and ate a Danish, I looked round the restaurant and noticed a young couple about ten metres away. They appeared to be on their honeymoon. He was a dark skinned guy with amazing white teeth, and she was asian, from Japan I guessed, as he skin was pure white and her hair jet black. They were a striking couple, and I smiled to myself at the thought of my own honeymoon all those years ago, when Steve and I had been in Bali and I had worn the see-through white swimsuit in the pool and ended up fucking three other men on my very own honeymoon!



Aaaah, those were the days, when we were wild, crazy and fucked like rabbits.



Soon after I was in a cab on the way to meet Trent, and as I climbed from the cab onto the street, I checked my appearance in the windows and smiled. My classic black high heels were classy, yet provocative, with their five inch heels. My red satin blouse was flashy yet sophisticated, and the buttons were undone just enough to flash the black lace of my push-up bra, highlighting my boobs. My black boned jacket completed the outfit, and I had chosen to put my hair up in a bun, completing the look with some brand new Chanel earrings as a birthday treat for myself.



I was met in the foyer by a young asian woman who introduced herself as Ayumi, Trent’s personal assistant, and we made our way to the penthouse level of the building. At the top we got out and walked down a short corridor into a massive open space, featuring glass all the way around, giving amazing views of Hong Kong harbour and the city. Trent greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and I flushed at the memory of the one night we had spent together. I was ravenous that night and ended up begging this American stud to push his small cock into my tight arse as he was not really pleasing me much with his fucking. I was embarrassed as I thought back to that night, but kept my composure, hoping my sexual kinks would not have a negative effect on my ability to win the contract.



I was the last to arrive for the meeting, and as we sat in the leather chairs round the conference table, Trent made introductions. I was the only one who had chosen to come and tender for the contract alone. The other two companies were represented by five people in total. David and Candy were joint partners from a firm in Sydney, and they were hoping to break into the Melbourne market by securing this contract. The other company was a firm from Singapore, and they had three men, all very formal and business-like. One was a sales agent, Stuart; the second the lawyer, Toshi, and finally there was Yanaka, the owner of the company, and a much older man than the rest of the people at the meeting. I thought it unusual that the owner himself would attend a business meeting, but was to learn later that he was very much a ‘hands-on’ type of owner.



Trent began by explaining the details of the property that we had all received by email, before going over the process for selecting the successful company to handle the sale of the apartments. It was a process I was familiar with, and I sat quietly, my eyes wandering the room assessing the competition.



When finished, Trent gave each of us the chance to present, and I have to admit, whilst a little nervous in front of the strangers, my competitors, I was quietly confident of winning the tender.



The meeting last about two hours, and as we finished, Trent said his goodbyes and wished us all well. I made my way back to the hotel, removing my clothes and showering as I was a little hot from the meeting and needed to freshen up before deciding what to do with the rest of the evening.



In the shower I was playing with my boobs, pinching and fondling my nipples, when my mobile rang. I stopped playing with myself, dried off and wearing only a towel, picked up the phone to check who the missed call was from. It was Trent.



I dialled his number as some water dripped off my thighs onto the carpet.



“Hi Trent. Sorry I missed your call. I was in the shower, honey.”



“Ooh, now that sounds tempting!” he said, flirting with me!



I had promised Steve I would be a good girl, so I decided to play straight.



“I was wondering what you were up to for dinner tonight? I’m in town alone and thought it might be nice to have a gorgeous woman to escort around town if you’re interested.”



“Hmm, well, I seem to recall last time you made me an offer like that we ended up being very naughty! But dinner sounds nice.”



“Ok, great,” he said, “I’ll pick you up round eight. Wear something nice because the place I’m taking you is sort of formal, ok?”



“Formal?” I asked. “Well, lucky I bought something suitable then isn’t it? See you at eight.”



I spent the next couple of hours just relaxing, and by the time the room phone buzzed, announcing Trent was there to pick me up, I was quite hungry. I was wearing a simple black cire gown with red roman gladiator stiletto sandals for maximum effect, and had my blonde hair down, with matching bright red lipstick.



The dress was just slightly see-through when light was behind it, and as it was completely form fitting, I had chosen not to wear a bra, but simply a tiny little Wicked Weasel thong on my bottom, as it highlighted my buns. If I’d been in the mood to ‘play’ I would have left the thong off altogether, but my promise to Steve was fresh in my mind and I was planning to be a good girl, have dinner and then fly home the next afternoon and wait to see if I was successful with the tender, before fucking my husband’s brains out, win or lose!



As I exited the elevator into the foyer, my heels clicked on the Italian tiled floor, and I noticed a few eyes cast my way. I felt flattered that, at age 46 I was still able to run heads with my looks. I walked slowly on purpose, seeing Trent seated in the lounges near the revolving doors.



He stood to greet me.



“Now that is a stunning dress.” he said, making me flush with pride as I felt my nipples tingle and harden, pressing against the very thin material.



Taking me by the hand, we looked every bit the courting couple, and we headed out into the warm night air towards the car that was waiting, his chauffeur holding open the door for us.



Inside the limousine we each had a glass of champagne as we headed to the restaurant, arriving about ten minutes later.



As we entered the restaurant, Trent put his hand on the small of my back, and I tingled as his fingers paused, feeling the outline of my tiny thong. He smiled at me as we walked in, and were greeted by the waiter.



I was surprised to see that we were shown to a table with several other people already seated. Puzzled, I looked to Trent, and he smiled, then whispered in my ear, “Very important customers, babe. These are the project financiers. They wanted to meet the agent I have recommended for the tender to act on their behalf.”



I was shocked.



What Trent told me meant that his decision was already made, and that I had won the multi-million dollar tender!



I wanted to scream out in excitement, but I was aware of my surrounds. I wanted to ring Steve and tell him the great news, but Trent was starting to introduce me, and I knew the significance of the people I was meeting for the first time, given Trent’s sudden announcement seconds earlier.



Dinner was a blur, and I’m sure I had too many glasses of champagne, but I felt amazing. My mind kept racing thinking about the tender and what it meant in terms of financial windfall for my agency. As I sipped my fourth glass of champagne, I felt something brush my thigh. I looked down and noticed a hand. Next to me, the man I had been introduced to, Jason, was calmly talking to Trent across the table, but his hand was purposely now rubbing my thigh through the thin material of my dress.



I politely lifted his hand from my thigh, not wanting to attract attention. However, Jason was persistent as well as slightly rude, and a few seconds later his hand was once again on my thigh as he chatted away. I felt my face flush a little, feeling the warmth as he gently squeezed my thigh, and I shifted nervously in my seat, not wanting anyone else to see what he was doing.



Once more I removed his hand, and this time I crossed my legs as I hoped that would stop him being so naughty.



It didn’t.



Minutes later, as he turned to talk to me and asked me what I thought about the new apartments, his hand once more touched my thigh, this time delving slightly further, coming to rest in the cleft between my crossed legs.



I am sure I blushed, and as I mumbled an answer, finished off my fourth glass of champagne, I felt my nipples stiffen as Jason’s fingers began to work their way deeper, even though my long gown was stopping him from getting inside.



As we finished our dessert, a band began to play some soft music, and a few couples rose to dance. I was almost relieved when Trent asked me to join him for a celebratory dance. Jason’s hand quickly disappeared and Trent took me by the hand, and I was glad he did for I actually stumbled a little from too many champagnes!



Once on the dance floor, Trent took me gently in his arms, and I placed my own arms around his neck, as much as a balancer as anything else. He whispered in my ear as we danced.



“You look ravishing in that dress. Did you realise it is almost see-through?”



I pretended to be shocked.



“What? It is not!” I replied, my nipples now throbbing as I knew men had been watching me all night as the light from the chandelier had been casting outlines of my curves under the dress.



“You big tease! You know very well we can all see your braless boobs and amazing arse!”



I smiled and giggled a little, feeling very tipsy and rather horny. As I pressed my chest into his, I felt his hands lower to the globes of my bum right there on the dance floor. My mind went to Steve, back home, and I fantasized that he was standing behind me, about to press his own body against my arse cheeks, sandwiching me between myself and Trent.



My mind was snapped from my fantasy by the feeling of a man, a real man, not my imaginary husband, standing behind me. It was Jason.



“Mind if I cut in?” he asked Trent.



“Not at all, be my guest,” said Trent, before guiding my arms across to Jason who assumed the same position, only a little closer.



He was tall, and I found myself looking upwards as he began to talk, his hands innocently placed upon my hips at this stage.



“Trent tells me you’re quite the businesswoman.”



I blushed, pleased that Trent had described me that way to his associate.



“He also tells me you’re a wicked fuck.”



I was shocked, and my eyes must have given me away, as I pulled back from him.



He trapped me, pulling me firmly against his muscular chest, my own big boobs squashing hard against him now, my nipples aching as my senses confusion took hold.



“Relax, I am impressed. He tells me you’re the best fuck he’s ever had.”



I had no response apart from the burning sensation in my pussy as I tried to digest what he had just said



.



The music stopped and we headed back to the table with the other guests.



My mind was racing. I was dying to get home to Steve, to take hold of his cock and suck it, kiss it, lick it and fuck it, but he was ten hours away by air!



“Well folks, it’s been a great day,” said Trent, standing. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get Dee back to her hotel as she has a big flight home tomorrow to share her news with her husband, Steve.”



As we all said our goodbyes, and the other owners wished me well with the sales, Trent took me by the hand and we were hailed a cab by the concierge. Just as it arrived, Jason came almost running out the door of the restaurant too.



“Mind if I join you? Trent tells me we’re staying in the same hotel!”



“Of course she doesn’t mind. Jump in,” said Trent, before we all climbed in and headed towards the hotel.



In the back of the cab it was a bit of a squash, and I was in the middle. Trent was a gentleman of course, but Jason was all over me with his hands, and his left arm he put on the back of the seat behind me, his fingers rubbing the skin of my neck as we drove along. I liked the feeling on my skin, but my mind was telling me to stay true to my husband and wait till I got home to satisfy the incredible urges that were coming from my pussy and swollen nipples.



We chatted as we drove, and thankfully, before long, we made it to the hotel.



Flustered from the close contact of being sandwiched between two men other than my husband, and Jason’s fingers on my neck tickling me all the way home, I was in need of some release. I couldn’t wait to get up to my room, ring Steve and then masturbate with him together on the phone to release the sexual tension that had built up in my loins.



The men showed me up to my room, and despite some urging by Jason and an offer of a drink by Trent, I managed to maintain my composure and decline their offers and went to my room alone. Trent and Jason decided to have a night cap in the hotel bar, and I headed to the elevator alone. Inside the elevator, I was aware of just how flushed and horny I was. I was alone, and while watching the lights head towards the 14th floor, I played with my nipples that were very hard and poking against the thin material of my dress. I actually gasped as I tweaked my right nipple and felt a surge of lust through my pussy as the sexual energy in my body took hold.



Inside my room, I peeled off my tight black dress, and then, wearing only my small thong, I decided to be a little naughty. I went into the bathroom, stood in front of the full-length mirror, and took a photo of myself pinching my right nipple and pouting. It turned me on pinching it like that, and I knew Steve would love it, so I texted him the photo, before stripping off completely and jumping into a nice hot shower.



As the water ran over my shoulders, I soaped up my big boobs and played with them, before dropping my right hand to my pussy and giving myself a good wash, before fingering myself too, noticing just how wet I was inside. I pumped three fingers in and out a few times, enjoying the feeling of heat inside my pussy, and as the water flowed down over my boobs, I closed my eyes and imagined Steve fucking me, his strong hands squeezing my tits as he pumped me from behind, just the way I liked it.



I was just about to climax in the shower, when there was a knock at my hotel room door, and I froze, my fingers still buried in my cunt.



Who could that be? What did they want? Could I ignore them and maybe they would go away?



I chose the latter course of action, but, as I stood there in the shower, the water flowing down over my fingers still buried inside my pussy, the knocking at the door came a second time.



“Dee? Are you there? It’s me, Trent. I forgot to give you the details of the tender and I don’t think I’ll be up when you leave in the morning.”



Dammit.



I pulled my fingers reluctantly from my pussy, washed my own juices off them and then turned off the water.



“Just a minute.”



Quickly grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around my body, folding the end down inside my cleavage , my hair dripping wet, and went to the door. I was flushed in the face, horny as a toad, and had just about climaxed after fingering myself in the shower seconds earlier, having sent my husband a racey photo. I hardly felt like answering the door, but given the tender with Trent was worth well over a million dollars to my agency, I knew I had to answer it.



Opening the door in my towel, water dripping off my legs and hair, I was surprised when not only Trent, but Jason too was standing there.



I was hoping Trent would just give me the envelope he was holding, but he asked if he could come in and explain the details to me, so I let them both in, trying to cover myself as best I could.



“Sorry to catch you at such an awkward time, babe.” Said Trent.



“You might be, but I’m sure not!” said Jason, “You look hot, Dee, mind if I join you when you’re finished being all business-like with Trent?”



He smiled, half joking, but his words caused my nipples to throb once more, and I felt them poking against the towelling material as his eyes cast their way up and down my entire body as I stood there.



Trent spent a few minutes going over the details with me, and then, as I stood there my pussy on fire from the earlier arousal, kissed me on the cheek, his hand patting my butt as we said our farewells. Then, Jason stood and approached, and his cocky attitude was starting to get to me. As he kissed me on the cheek, pausing a few seconds, his breath was warm against my face, and his hand pressed against my breasts in the towel, and I swear he even felt one of my erect nipples for a second.



Three minutes later, they were gone, and I was spreadeagled on the bed, my fingers buried inside my hot, wet cunt as I imagined what it might have been like to rip off my towel and fuck them both, right there and then.



Just as I approached orgasm again, my mobile phone beeped.



It was a text message back from my husband, Steve, and showed his hard cock that I knew so well, in his fist being pumped with our bed in the background. The text message said, “Horny, huh? Good! Enjoy yourself! See you soon….love, Steve.”



My mind raced. “Enjoy yourself!” Did that mean he wanted me to masturbate again? Did it mean more than that? Was he encouraging me to fuck without him being here?



My hazy, hot, aroused mind was playing tricks on me, and my fingers inside my pussy once more were rapidly causing me to approach the orgasm I was yearning so badly.



As I fell back on the pillows once more, I thrust the three fingers of my left hand back inside my pussy, and began to fuck myself to orgasm. My right hand was pinching and pulling my nipples, the way I love them to be touched during sex, and I was almost there within a minute or two..



Knock, knock.



“Fuck! What now?” I almost yelled as I was snatched from my cum yet again, my nipples red and swollen, my pussy sopping and the fingers of my left hand wet with my juices.



I grabbed the towel and covered up again, then opened the door, expecting Trent to be there telling me he had forgotten something.



It was Jason.



I wanted to kill him for snatching me from my orgasm yet again, but my body was betraying me. My mind told me to tell him to go away, but my pussy wanted him to tear off my towel and fuck the shit out of me. Steve’s text message had confused me, the alcohol had affected my judgement, and the frustration that had built up inside me all night was getting to me, so I stood there, in my towel, hair all over the place, face flushed, fingers wet from pussy juice and smelling like a women’s pussy.

“Fancy a nightcap?” he asked, holding up a bottle of really nice champagne. My Achilles heel. It was Moet Chandon, and I was actually a little thirsty from all my hard work trying to make myself cum.



“I have an early flight and I’m married, so one drink and then you have to go, ok?”



“Whatever you say, babe. I just wasn’t in the mood to sleep and seeing you in that towel like that before made my cock hard as a rock. I just had to see you one more time before you fly out tomorrow.”



He sounded almost sincere, despite the fact I knew he was there for only one reason. The thing was, I wasn’t sure I wasn’t wanting exactly the same thing!



He popped the cork and I grabbed some glasses from the mini bar, and sat down on the bed next to him as he poured.



“To you. May you sell all those fucking apartments before Christmas!”



We clinked glasses and I gulped down the frothy, cold liquid, before Jason topped up my glass again.



“Naughty. What happened to one glass?” I teased, my body relaxing a little more now as I sat there in my towel, my boobs still pressing against the towelling material.



“Well. It’s too good to waste, and I happen to know it’s your favourite. Steve told me.”



A puzzled look came over my face.



“Steve told you? When did you talk to him?” I asked, confused.



“He texted me about ten minutes ago. He said to tell you the photo looked great and to enjoy yourself.”



Now this was confusing, and very arousing at the same time. As I sat there, still wet, horny and wearing only a towel, this man I had not met before dinner that night was sipping champagne on my bed, saying that he had received a text from my husband, and, in my opinion, had almost given this stranger approval to be with me.



“How did he get your number? Do you know him?” I asked, wanting some clarification.



The champagne was getting to me again, and my whole body felt warm and fuzzy, especially my pussy and nipples



.



“Trent introduced us online when we were doing reference checks for the tender applications. It’s company policy for us, so I called Steve and had a chat. He seems like a good guy. I must say, I had no idea how fucking hot you look standing in front of a mirror in just your g-string!”



He held up his phone and showed me the picture I had sent Steve earlier.



That bastard! My own husband has sent a sexy pic of me to another man!



My pussy twitched and shook at the thought, and as I gulped down the remainder of my second glass in five minutes, Jason took that as a signal of approval.



He took me by the hand, put my empty glass on the small table, and then removed my towel, very slowly from around my body. My hair was still quite wet, and I knew my nipples were really erect as I stood there, completely naked in front of this ‘almost’ stranger.



We kissed, and his tongue was hot and wet inside my own mouth as his hands explored my arse, pressing my boobs against his chest for the second time that night. However, unlike earlier on the dance floor, when I had mildly protested, this time I was like putty in his hands, begging him to ravish me and release the orgasm that had been welling inside me for an hour or more.



For a brief moment the married woman inside me took over, and I stepped back, removing his hands from my arse.



“Jason…….I…I can’t do this. I’m married, remember?”



He paused for a moment, then, with a forceful rush, he spun me round and before I had time to protest, his finger found my clit and started to rub it the way that drives me absolutely crazy.



I was his, and he knew it.



I parted my thighs slightly, encouraging him to finger me, and he took the bait. Slowly, as his right hand continued to play with my clit, his left hand dropped and two of his fingers found my sopping wet cunt, yearning for penetration.



I moaned and leaned back against his body, his mouth biting down on my neck as he almost lifted me off the floor with his fingers inside me, pumping up and down and causing my body to once again start the climb to orgasm.



I was ravenous and the thought of cheating on my husband made me even sluttier as I reached down and found his zipper, undid his pants and then stuffed my hand inside, finding his hard cock and giving the shaft a few hard strokes in my fist.



Momentarily he removed his fingers from inside me, long enough to take his pants off, and remove his shirt, before spinning me round once again, and then kissing me full on the lips again, as his hands reached down to push inside me once more.



His three fingers were now inside me, pumping slowly, as his thumb throbbed my clit and his other hand held me tightly round the waist. I was putty in his hands as he worked me towards the orgasm I knew would be a massive explosion of lust.



I squeezed his balls and pulled them down away from his cock quite hard, and he responded by jamming the fingers up inside me even further. His thumb on my clit was driving me crazy and the orgasm began to well inside me from my pussy walls as my nipples ached from hardness as they pressed against Jason’s muscled chest.



My knees began to shake as I felt the orgasm building inside me, and I was moaning loudly, wiggling my hips to move Jason’s fingers inside my cunt as we kissed.



Just then, the doorbell rang.



Again!



“OOooh, fuck!!” I moaned into Jason’s neck as his fingers froze inside me. His thumb stopped moving across my clit and I let go of his large balls.



“Who the hell could that be?” I cursed.



Jason threw on his pants, panicking.



I grabbed the towel and covered up once more, my body truly on fire, the orgasm ripped from my grasp as I walked towards to hotel room door.



“Who is it?” I hissed, wondering who it might be that had interrupted my orgasm yet again!



“It’s me, Trent! I left my room key on your dresser! Can I just come in and grab it, please?”



I looked across the room to the small dresser near the TV, and, sure enough, there was a room key sitting there!



“Ok, hold on!”I said through the door, before looking at Jason and indicating he should hide in the bathroom. After all, I wasn’t sure how me fucking one of the owners might appear to Trent!



Jason grabbed his things and jumped into the bathroom, before I opened the door.



“Sorry about this, Dee. I’m really embarrassed. Were you asleep? You look a little…flustered!”



I smiled, thinking that I was about as far from asleep as I could be!



“No, no. It’s ok. I was just chilling out and thinking about Steve. It’s my birthday today and Steve tells me he has a surprise waiting for me when I get home tomorrow.”



“Today? Why didn’t you tell me? Ooh, I would have got you a cake to share with the others at dinner!”



He leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek as he said, “Happy Birthday.”



The problem was, that as he stepped forward, my towel chose that very moment to drop completely to the floor, leaving me standing totally naked and exposed at the very instant Trent kissed me on the cheek!



I’m not sure what Trent thought, but he must have given it as a signal from me because the next thing I know, the birthday peck on the cheek turned in to a full-on tongue kiss, and his hands were all over my body, squeezing my boobs and wandering down to my arse.



I was in a state of combined shock and total arousal, having experienced such a sexually frustrating evening to date. I responded the way my nipples wanted. I responded the way my pussy begged me to.



I kissed him back and threw my arms round his neck, yearning for him to touch me, lick me, kiss me, finger me and fuck me.



My mind however was focused on three things as my body went into auto pilot and we began get sexually serious right there standing near the door. The first thought, as his hands mauled my tits the way he knew I loved them being touched, was that my husband was at home, and it was my birthday and he was preparing a surprise for me when I got home the next day. The second thought as my pussy ached and my clitoris throbbed as his fingers found it and gave it a delightful tweaking, was that Trent’s cock had failed to satisfy me the one time we had fucked previously. The third, and possible most sexually arousing thought, as that Jason, with the sexual confidence and large cock, was still in the bathroom, and that he could probably hear Trent and I getting it on now as Trent was starting to moan and I was also doing a little squealing as our tongues entwined and his fingers did a merry dance on my clit and pumped in and out of my very wet pussy.



My mind was racing but my body was winning. I parted my legs as Trent continued to push his fingers in and out of my pussy, and I found myself almost wishing he would jam more of his fingers into me, and push them deeper with every thrust as I was dying for some serious sexual release.



I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, and his small cock was well and truly erect, bulging in his underwear. He stopped finger fucking me, which caused me to gasp and whimper, my own fingers replacing his as one hand frigged my clit and the other pushed four fingers into my snatch, without any difficulty whatsoever. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed, and whilst Trent continued to shed his clothes, I finger fucked myself towards a rapidly arriving orgasm that I had been needing for hours now.



“Whoa, birthday girl. Slow down there!” said Trent, his lack of awareness of the sexual needs of a woman once again on show.



I was dying to cum and just wanted him to either help make me cum, or shut up and let me do my thing.



However, I guess he didn’t get to be the CEO of a multi-national company without getting his way, and before I had a chance to speak, he had taken my hands away from my clit and pussy, and guided me back towards my bed, where he lay me down on my back, and thankfully, spread my legs and began licking my clit with his tongue.



I lay back, closed my eyes, and my hands drifted to my large boobs with their swollen nipples. I squeezed and played with my tits, all the while imagining Steve fucking me the way he does so well, from behind, and with the force of a Mack truck!



The tongue on my clit was very good, and I was pleased to see that Trent had improved his cunnilingus skills since we had fucked. He was actually pretty good at it now, and I found myself starting to rise to orgasm once again that night.



Just as I felt the surge of passion start to rise from my cunt, with the hot, wet tongue lashing my clit quite fast now, there was a movement to my left, and I spotted Jason peeking through the bathroom door!



I was momentarily snapped from the focus of my orgasm as my mind raced. I wondered what Trent would think if he saw Jason. I wondered what my husband, Steve would think if he knew I was in my room making love to one man while another stood watching, having started the whole extramarital thing earlier that night!



I didn’t care, as my nipples, pinched between my fingers, and my clit, being tongue lashed by Trent, took control of my thoughts once again.



I closed my eyes, and concentrated on my own pleasure, and felt the orgasm start to surge once more from my loins as Trent continued to lick me.



About a minute later, enjoying my rising orgasm, I opened my eyes as I pinched and twisted my aching nipples, and saw that Jason, now totally naked, was standing on the side of the bed opposite Trent, his huge, hard cock pointing lewdly above my head. I glanced to Trent, buried tongue deep in my pussy, but he seemed oblivious to his colleague standing over me.



Instinctively I reached for his wonderful cock, realising that this was the only cock in the room capable of satisfying me that night, and I took it in my mouth as I lay spread-eagled being licked to orgasm.



The scene must have looked erotic indeed. I was on my back, my large boobs showing off their erect nipples, a man buried between my legs licking my pussy. I was now deep-throating the very large cock in my mouth and as the man I was sucking moaned and reached down to squeeze and play with my boobs, it started!



Like an avalanche rumbling from the mountains of snow, the orgasm started low in my pussy and began to take over my entire being. The built up sexual tension and frustration of the night’s events had a dramatic effect, heightening my usual sexual energy and causing my body to convulse and shake like a tsunami of sexual release.



It was indeed a good thing that my mouth was full of cock, because my moaning and squealing as the biggest orgasm of my life took over my body was intense! I am sure I would have woken Steve back home in Australia with the volume of noise I made as I came, had the cock in my mouth not started to spurt its own orgasmic load of semen directly into my hungry cock sucking throat! I gulped and shook, swallowed and convulsed, came and digested the huge load of cum that was deposited into my cumming mouth as I climaxed on the wonderful tongue that was licking me to climax.



I shook and came for almost a full minute, my boobs squeezed by Jason as I swallowed his cum. I was on sexual fire as Trent slowed his licking in response to my amazing contractions around his face with my thighs.



I licked the remaining cum off Jason’s cock and lapped at his balls, moaning like a pussy cat eating its food. I was so fucking satisfied it was crazy, and I remember thinking it had been the best orgasm ever, just as Trent removed himself from my thighs, and stood up to reveal a glistening face, coated with my pussy juices all over his tongue, lips, mouth and cheeks.



As Jason recovered from the ravenous blowjob I had just given him, and I luxuriated in the post-orgasmic bliss, my mouth still covered in Jason’s cum, I reached for a glass and rolled off the bed to pour myself a drink.



“Well, that was a nice surprise! Happy Birthday, Dee!” said Trent.



“No, thank, YOU!” said Jason, giving his now flaccid cock a nice shake as he stood there, his other hand on his hip.



“Well actually, I should be the one thanking both of you. You have no idea how good that orgasm was, or how long I was waiting for it! You guys teased me all night and then with Jason hiding in the bathroom, and Trent forgetting his keys just at the wrong moment, jees!!”



We all shared a giggle, and then there was a brief moment of awkward silence, until Trent, the more conservative of the two men in my hotel room, spoke.



“Well, I guess we should head off and let you get some sleep!”



Truth be known I was totally wishing they would both stay and fuck me ragged until I couldn’t walk.



“Well, I guess you’re right. My flight leaves early and I’m sure Steve will have something big planned for when I get home.”



That’s when Jason, the cocky one whose lovely cock I had just drained of a huge load and swallowed, spoke up.



“OOoh, come on, babe! Don’t try and tell me you don’t want a pair of cocks to fuck the shit out of you right here and now. You know you want it bad, and Trent and I are just the guys to give it to you. Get over here and let me suck on those gorgeous titties of yours and let’s get this fucking party really started so we can give you a proper birthday present.”



I was a little shocked, but he was totally right.



“I’m not sure we should stay, Jason. After all, Dee is a married woman!” said Trent, before the three of us giggled together.



“Well. If you put it like that, how could I refuse?” I said, walking slowly over towards the cocky stud, my big boobs shaking nicely as I wiggles my body to make them shake even more



.



I walked straight up to him and kissed him on the lips, his hands dropping to cup my arse behind me, and as we enjoyed a really hot kiss, Trent moved in behind us and pushed his little dick between my thighs, and I moved around until I nestled it between my butt cheeks, and felt the heat coming off the little cock behind me, as the large one hanging downwards in front of me started to come to life again and I felt it poke my belly.



Jason then collapsed down on the bed, and I fell onto my hands and knees before him, taking his cock in my mouth and marvelling at the way it started to swell once more. I can’t speak for other women, but the feeling of a soft cock hardening in my mouth as I suck it is one of the most amazing sensations I have experienced. I kept sucking Jason until his cock was rock hard again, my right hand playing with his balls, tugging on them as I deep throated his impressive manhood. Behind me Trent had positioned himself with his cock pushing at my pussy entrance. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it to. Even though he had a small cock, I guided it into me and the sensation of sucking a cock and being fucked at the same time caused me to gasp a little.



Trent then settled into a nice rhythm playing with my tits as he fucked me doggie style, and I kept sucking Jason’s cock at the same time. Jason leaned forward as I was being fucked, sucking his cock, and started to scratch me back with long raking movements, which was sensational. I was in cock heaven as the two men pumped me like a spit roast and fucked me in between them, cock in pussy and mouth at the same time, boobs played with and back being scratched. It was lovely and I was totally enjoying being fucked by the two men.



We stayed in this position for a good five or ten minutes. I’m not sure because it was so heavenly that time seemed to stand still as I rolled back and forth on the cocks inside me at both ends.



Jason then decided that he wanted some fucking, and I have to admit I was glad he did, because he had a cock that felt almost twice the size of poor Trent’s little wiener.



The guys swapped positions as I spun around on the bed, offering my wet pussy to Jason, who pushed his nice cock inside me with one long, deep thrust that was heavenly. Then, in front of me Trent played with my boobs and I took his slimy, juice covered cock into my hungry mouth and first licked my juices off it, before being easily able to deep throat him with every suck.



Before long Jason worked into a lovely motion with really long, deep strokes that hit the bottom of my pussy every time he pumped into me. Just as I thought it could not get any better than this, his fingers found my clit and I once again felt an orgasm surging through my body. The feeling of another cum approaching was too much for me, and I reached back and pushed my own finger into my cunt where Jason’s cock was pumping in and out. I rubbed my finger along the shaft of his cock as he fucked me, and I moaned as I felt the larger penetration caused by my own finger inside me at the same time. Then, when it was coated with my own love juices, I pulled my finger out of my pussy, leaving Jason’s cock in there to fuck me alone, even as I continued to suck the cock in my mouth. I reached back and found my bum, poking my wet finger into my arsehole and playing a little first, before pushing it all the way in until my entire finger was buried in my own arse.



I knew it must have looked hot to Jason, and so I decided to have some fun with the two men fucking me.



“Oooh, I can feel your cock going in and out of my pussy, Jason. My finger is fucking my arse and I can feel your big clock sliding in and out through the skin back there. Can you feel my finger fucking my arse baby? Can you?”



I was on my knees, being fucked from behind by a huge cock. Jason was pumping me with fantastic long, deep strokes, his hands gripping my hips as he pumped me. I was sucking a cock in my mouth, and finger fucking my own arse at the same time.



I decided it was time to really blow these guys minds and show them what a hot fuck I could be when my husband was not around and I was in the mood to fuck.



I dislodged both cocks and my own fingers from my arse, then asked Jason to lay down on the bed. I then turned to face away from Jason, my boobs facing Trent, giving Jason a full on view of my arse and back. Then, lowering myself down, I pushed his amazing cock into my arse, slowly, moaning and making sure the guys heard exactly what was happening with every inch that pushed into my tight arse.

[Author's note: From this point in the story, the characters will begin to interact with characters from the series; "The Screamer" To avoid any confusion on my readers' part, a familiarity with both series would be helpful. Thank you for taking the time to read and for all your wonderful encouragement.]



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Game Day had arrived. Cherry woke to find she was alone in the suite. Her guys had already left to get to the stadium. She found a fresh pot of coffee and a note from Rashad telling her to get ready for a great day.



She showered and did her hair and makeup. She put on her thong and stood in front of the mirror. Her body made her smile. She was a good-looking woman who looked ten years younger than she actually was.



So much was going through her head. What did it really mean to her to be in the D’Orgasmic Lingerie catalog? Diane was a top paid model. She was a stripper. Surely, she wouldn’t be making the same kind of money Diane was. Would she have to move? If she did this, would she have to quit dancing? She didn’t know the answers to any of this. Lori would help her. She trusted her.



Mark, on the other hand, was someone she doubted she would ever figure out. He was not the man she had initially thought she knew. He was, in fact, much more. She had no idea he was wealthy. As funny as that may sound, that part never crossed her mind. Wasn’t that what every stripper wanted? Find a wealthy man to keep her in a manner she would like to become accustomed to. She never looked at him that way. He was her friend. He was her go to guy for everything. He was her sounding board. She didn’t care if he was rich or dead broke. He was her friend.



Why wouldn’t he sleep with her? He is sleeping with everyone else and from what she heard; he’s doing it very well too. She knew she could please him far better than anyone else could and he won’t even give her a chance to try. Was he trying to push her away? Did her fixation with black men really upset him? That can’t be it. If it were, he would never have introduced her to her guys. He certainly would never have arranged this trip. It had to be something else; something she just didn’t understand.



She took out the jersey they had made for her. She put it on and it was a perfect fit. She had planned to wear a very short skirt with it but it fit over her hips perfectly. She didn’t need a skirt at all. The jersey would be great all by itself. She put on a pair of heels and looked in the mirror. Damn, she was hot.



Mark said there would be media at the game. She didn’t want to embarrass him. She had better check with him before they left to make certain.



She walked to his suite and saw Diane as she entered.



“Damn girl, you look hot,” Diane said. “That jersey fits you perfectly.”



“I hope it isn’t too much. I don’t want Mark to be embarrassed.”



“Embarrassed, who me?” he said as he walked out of his bedroom with Michelle and Aleka. “Wow, you look good Cherry, you look really good.”



She looked at the others. Aleka, Diane and Lori all wore short skirts and heels. For the first time she could ever recall, she felt under dressed. She definitely sizzled though. Mark came over to her and kissed her good morning. He turned her around and laughed at the back of her jersey; 36-23-40. This photo was going to be on many front pages across the globe before the first quarter was over. He liked that a lot.



“I just wanted to let everyone know there is a party back here after the game,” Mark said. “I know you’re going to love it. Lori and Michelle have been on the phone all morning. There should be about fifty to sixty people coming back. We’ve played with many of them in the past. It will be fun.”



“It sounds like fun Mark,” Aleka said.



They walked to the elevator as the hotel staff was preparing to set up the suites with food tables and several portable bars. Cherry was not expecting this but she knew it would be a good time.



The limo was waiting as they left the hotel. The four women were attracting a lot of attention from the other guests. Mark smiled and thought that he was so fortunate to have these women in his life. He looked at Cherry and knew that she carried her beauty and sensuality well.



“Ladies, remember that the cameras can see into the skybox so keep your clothes on until we get back to the hotel,” Michelle smiled on the way to the stadium. “Once we get back, it is party time. It’s going to be one hell of a party.”



“Michelle will take you up to the skybox. Cherry and I will be up shortly,” Mark said as they arrived at the VIP entrance. The photographers swarmed the limo as the sea of beauty departed the vehicle.



“Where are we going Mark?” Cherry asked as they began walking into the long corridors beneath the stadium.



“I have clients in both divisions. These men are the best of the best. I can’t take sides. I have to say hello and wish them all luck. I kinda figured I’d give my BBC princess the thrill of her life and take her into not one but two NFL locker rooms. Don’t you dare tell me I don’t know how to lubricate that sweet pussy of yours,” he smirked.



“Oh you get it wet and leave it alone. You’re weird Mark, you really are,” she said as she ran her arm through his as they walked.



“Yeah, I’ve heard that before.”



They walked into the AFC locker room and the catcalls were so loud. Mark shook hands with everyone and introduced Cherry to everyone. They left and went down to the NFC locker room and as they walked in the door, Chris was standing there. He bent over and kissed Cherry’s luscious lips. The volume went sky high when Rashad and Jamal did the same. Suddenly, everyone noticed her jersey and the level of obscenities became ear shattering. Again, Mark did the introductions and they left to head to the skybox.



The guys were barraged with questions from the other players. Their responses caused more hoots, hollers, and bright white grins from three very happy men.



They made their way into the box and Cherry was surprised to see Kono and Daniel from the shoe store there. Michelle had invited them along with the sales people from the lingerie and dress shop too. Cherry was happy to see them as she didn’t have time to get to know them before. Brenda and Joy were two sexy, hot sluts for sure.



Several other men and women were Mark’s guests as well. Cherry couldn’t remember their names but they all looked hot. The men were handsome white men and the women were a mix of color and beauty. The common denominator was that they all looked hot as fuck and that was precisely what she planned on doing.



Cherry was fucking horny as hell today. She kissed Mark and whispered in his ear, “Mission accomplished my dear.”



Mark laughed loudly.



Watching a game from a skybox was wonderful. All the food and drink you could want and it even had its own bathroom. Cherry didn’t have a clue what was happening on the field but she did know which side she was pulling for.



Kono came up to her and kissed her hello. “This is so wonderful. Daniel and I were so happy to be invited to this. I am so glad to see you again. Michelle also invited us back to the hotel after the game. I hear there is going to be a party. Is there any chance we could pick up where we left off the other day?”



“Darling, I hope you’re as horny as I am,” Cherry said as she pointed to the field. “A good number of those players are going to be in your face with their cocks begging for you to wrap your lips around them and suck them like there is no tomorrow. As for you and I, we’re definitely going to get it on. Have you ever heard the Vegas line that what happens here, stays here? Keep it that way and you’ll have so much fun.”



“Cherry, is that who I think it is? I saw her in the store with you the other day,” Kono asked as she motioned to Aleka.



“Kono, my love that is precisely what has to stay quiet. Aleka, have you met Kono?”



Aleka came over and gave Kono a big kiss hello. “Cherry is this the lovely lady you told me about; the woman with the second sweetest pussy in the Islands?”



“Yes my dear. Her pussy is so sweet but dammit Aleka, you have to promise me one thing. You have to save some of it for me.”



Kono looked at the two women and her eyes almost popped out of her head. “Ohmigod, Daniel is going to be so jealous. Ever since you were in the store, all he could talk about was how very hard his cock was and that it just wouldn’t go down. He was sure you were Miss Hawaii but I didn’t want him to make an ass of himself. And you Cherry, even after Lori blew him in the back room, all he wanted were the two of you.”



Aleka took Kono’s face in her hands and pulled her to her lips. Their kiss lingered and Cherry saw both women’s nipples harden under their tops. “Now Kono, tell us, exactly how hard is Daniels cock and what did you do to help that poor man out of that predicament?



“He has a wonderful cock. I met him when I started working in the store. He teased me and I teased him back. After you left, he was in such a state that I took him into the back room and sucked his cock. It tasted so good and he came so much. I just had to fuck him after the store closed. His cock is delicious and he knows how to fuck a woman very well.”



“Well my darling, I don’t think he is going to be jealous for too much longer. Cherry and I will fuck his brains out and yours too. I hope you can keep up but I know Hawaiian women are, just like me, insatiable,” Aleka purred.



“It’s going to be a fuckfest!” Cherry purred. “Come on Aleka; want to see how long it takes?”



Mark grabbed their arms as they walked past him. “Be gentle ladies, he is a nice guy. Don’t scare him.”



Michelle burst out laughing at that comment.



Moments later, Daniel was grinning like the Cheshire cat as both of these gorgeous women were whispering in his ear and rubbing their hot bodies against his. Mark saw a rather substantial bulge in his shorts and thought he wouldn’t mind a bit of that himself.



The game was progressing and Cherry was actually trying to understand what was actually happening. Mark tried his best to explain it as best he could. Cherry, to her credit actually listened and did pick up some of the fundamentals of the game. She was excited when Jamal caught a pass that went for some thirty plus yards. She was actually proud of herself for knowing what that meant.



Jack and Tom were laughing and teasing Cherry relentlessly while hitting on Brenda and Joy. It was good to see those crazy idiots who kept her safe and laughing on the plane. Brenda and Joy, it appeared, were just as good at dishing it out as they were receiving their ribbing.



Jack walked up to the bar as Cherry was pouring drinks for Mark and her. He put his arm around her tiny waist and kissed her.



“It is good to see you Cherry. The boss has many women in his life but you, my dear, top them all. I’ve seen some of the hottest and sexiest women on earth on that plane but none can compare to you.”



“You and Tom are not too shabby yourselves,” she said as she grabbed his substantial package and squeezed it playfully. “I hope you two will share some of this with me later. I think I’ll like that a lot.”



“You got it baby; you just made two cocksuckers very happy,” he said as he kissed her again.



Cherry walked back to Mark who was laughing to himself. “You will enjoy them my love. They fuck like storm troopers. I know they can lick a sweet pussy very well too. I also know they suck cock with the best of them.”



“Why haven’t I ever seen you do that Mark? I know you enjoy cock as much as I do.”



“Business is business. That part of me is reserved for very private encounters where I can control the environment,” he said.



“That turns me on so much. Maybe someday, we can share one or two together. I’d love that Mark, I really would.”



“Someday, Cherry, maybe someday.”



The game was over and the NFC won the game. Cherry was excited, as she knew the guys would be in a good mood. That good mood would translate into good fucking.



When they arrived back at the hotel, Cherry was shocked to see a portable platform stripper pole in the suite. She looked at Mark quizzically, “What is this?”



“We have just watched the best of the best play football. The people who care coming are the best of the best in their professions. They are wonderful, sexy people. Why wouldn’t they want to see this party kicked off by the best stripper in the universe?” he said.



“This is going to cost you, you know that don’t you?”



“I’ve heard that before. I can afford it,” he laughed.



Cherry walked down to her suite and changed into more stripperlicious attire. If he wanted this party kicked off with a bang that is what she would give him. She took out her sapphires and put them on. She selected her sluttiest new shoes and the one outfit she knew would drive every cock to attention. She redid her makeup and hair. She looked in the mirror and saw the sluttiest walking wet, wet dream ever imagined. The boys arrived back in the suite and quickly changed into party attire. Damn they looked so good. She walked out of her bedroom and they went fucking nuts.



“Lock the fucking door. We aren’t sharing you with anyone!” Rashad exclaimed. “I’ve never seen you look hotter in my life. Fuck girl, my dick is hard already.”



“Good, Mark wants this party kicked off properly, let’s go do it. Rashad, take this tape down to Mark. Tell him to blast it. I’ll take care of the rest,” she said.



Rashad disappeared down the hall and Chris handed her the Snakebite. She took it, kissed both of them, turned and dragged them into the hall. She took their arms and pranced down the hall with the two gorgeous men on her arms. The door was open and the room was full of hot, sexy people that she definitely wanted to do all night.



She heard Handsome Boy blaring on the speakers and she burst into the room and onto the platform. She began to dance and all eyes were on her. Her body moved in ways most would think impossible but she pulled it off with style and finesse. This is what she did. This is what she was good at doing.



Cherry moved with the music, sensuous and sultry. All eyes were on her and she loved it. As her hips moved, she looked out at a sea of hungry faces. Unlike at the Peeler Palace, these faces were strong, refined, handsome, and gorgeous. The men were, she assumed, professional athletes and the women were simply stunning.



She began to strip slowly, teasing all and pleasing everyone. This was not the club. She could do whatever she wanted and she wanted to do so much. She saw a face she recognized. He was an actor she thought. She couldn’t be sure but she knew his face and knew he was famous. She came off the platform and danced towards him. She pulled him to his feet and her hands began to caress his rock hard chest. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Her lips kissed his chest before she danced away. A woman caught her eye and she danced up behind her. Cherry wrapped her arms around her and began to kiss her neck. The woman moved her head to allow her full access to her long, soft neck as she felt Cherry’s breasts against her back. Cherry brought her hands up and began to fondle this woman deliciously. She turned into Cherry’s kiss and the kiss lingered until she danced away.



Her bikini top fell away and the sapphires shone on her spectacular breasts. Gasps came from everywhere as her jeweled breasts stunned everyone; she was so happy. Her body was her passion and her passion saw a new and exciting face in the crowd. A tall, lean black man with a bright white smile and body that was amazing caught her eye. He was standing with a lovely oriental woman, a goddess in her own right.



Cherry danced close to him, her breasts crushed against him as she undid the zipper on his slacks. Her hand fished him out and she sank to her knees. She had no idea who he was but when her lips closed over his massive black cock, she didn’t care one bit either. All eyes in the room were on her and the fabulous cock between her lovely red lips. He looked down at this fabulous brunette and she looked at him as she took him into her mouth. Her ass was shaking to the beat of the music and her throat was opening. She felt him stretch her throat and she took him all the way in. Her body danced to the heavy beat while he filled her throat. She pulled him out, kissed this glorious no named man and danced back onto the pole.



Baditude blared and she danced that pole for all she was worth. People watched in amazement as she ascended the pole and inverted her body, twirling from her ankles at the top of it. Her athletic body held everyone’s attention as she performed on that stage. No one knew how she did it, they just watched in awe as she climbed the pole regaining her upright position, landing totally naked except for her stilettos on the stage.



The music was in her head, the fire was in her pussy and now, she was going to get this party rocking. She came off the stage again and began lap dancing men and women everywhere. She undid dresses and took of tops, shirts, slacks and skirts. She was naked and she wanted everyone else naked as well.



She saw Mark standing by the bar. She danced over to him and pulled him onto her lips. Her hands began to undress him, slowly and sensuously. He smiled as she had brought this party to life quickly. She removed his shirt and undid his slacks. They fell to the floor and she moved to kneel in front of him. She began to kiss his legs. Mark’s cock was filling fast and she held him, for the first time, in her hands. She looked up at the man she loved and he looked down at her. She saw something in his eyes that told her not to continue. She kissed his shaft lightly, stood and kissed him deeply before dancing away.



Everywhere she danced, people became naked and the party had begun. A very pretty blonde woman was doing a good job of taking Chris into her mouth. Cherry giggled as she saw how wide her lips were stretched over his horsecock. The smuttiness’ of the visual made her pussy gush. Mark was fucking the oriental woman she had seen before. She loved watching him fuck; it bothered her too. Two good-looking men were doubling Michelle and Lori was…well, she was Lori…on her knees and sucking someone for all she was worth.



Aleka came over to her and kissed her. Wearing only heels and a gardenia, she looked simply divine. She grabbed Cherry and dragged her towards Daniel who was naked and erect and Kono who was dripping wet. Aleka kissed Kono and her tiny tits heaved as the two women explored her beautiful body. Aleka licked one nipple while Cherry licked the other. Both women were touching and stroking Daniels fine cock at the same time.



Aleka pushed Kono down and began to lick her sweet pussy. She loved sweet and she was getting the finest tropical dew imaginable.



Cherry spun onto Daniel and his lips met hers fiercely. This man had the body of a surfer, long, lean and chiseled perfectly. He felt good against her chest. Her breasts caused his rock hard, perfect cock to swell against her tummy. He felt her nails scratching his neck as their tongues dance.



Cherry knelt, put one finger under the crown of his cock, and pushed it tight to his abdomen. Her tongue began to lick his proud shaft from his balls to the tip of his cock. She lavished so much praise upon him she felt he might come too quickly. She knew exactly how to handle that and she allowed him to linger deliciously. She took him into her mouth and watched the look on his face as her mouth expertly sucked and pleased him. Kono was right; he had a fantastic cock. Cherry held his balls and she sucked him harder. He grabbed her head and guided her along his amazing shaft. He began to fuck her face. She loved being face fucked and it made her pussy so wet.



She slid his cock from her mouth and pushed him back onto the chair. She straddled his cock and fucked him so well. Daniel was in seventh heaven and Cherry enjoyed every minute she spent with him. He was strong, handsome and virile. What more could she ask for? Her pussy clamped down on him and she rode him hard.

Chapter 05 — Kathy



As Kathy swung through the front door of city hall in the small town that she lived in, she couldn’t stop the smug grin from planting itself on her full, lush lips. She couldn’t decide if this was her new favorite place, or if Don’s bed was. Either way, she intended to enjoy the day.



A couple of days ago, the city clerk, Sharon literally fucked everyone in the office, including the mayor. She had recorded the escapades on video and then emailed a few copies out. Sharon had then left the office, leaving behind a resignation letter and no one had seen her since. The mayor called Kathy yesterday to help out in city hall until the position could be filled. As her normal job over at the library was boring as hell, she was happy to oblige.



Kathy’s green eyes surveyed the room, taking in the occupants already there. Wanda sat at the counter chair, her soft brown hair newly cut into a neat bob that perfectly framed her face. To Kathy’s pleasant surprise, Wanda greeted her with a smile. As she rounded the counter, Kathy was able to see that Wanda was wearing a very flattering light yellow sundress.



Don had told her of Wanda’s admission to lesbianism and Sharon’s gift of a spa and new wardrobe, but this was a very nice change. The yellow dress fit snug across her bodice, showing a little skin but not too much, it’s flowing skirt stopping just above her knees. The new hair cut made her brown eyes look huge. Kathy thought the changes were just perfect.



“Wow, you look like a sunbeam, sitting there so pretty.”



“Thank you, and I totally love that outfit.” Wanda took in Kathy’s crisp white shirt tucked into pink and brown plaid pleated skirt. Her long, nearly waist length honey blond hair flowed down her back. “Going for the school girl look?”



“Just a little bit.” Kathy laughed, pleased that Wanda was being so friendly. “I skipped the white knee socks and pony tails, figuring that would be a little too obvious.” Both women shared a laugh and Kathy was completely amazed to see the flirting look on Wanda’s face. “Actually, I was going for the professional look. I guess I missed.”



“Only someone with a dirty mind would take it wrong. You actually look very nice. I’m happy you’ll be with me in here today. Old grump over there has to get the bills out and he’s just awful to work with on these days.” Wanda nodded over to Don already pecking away at his computer.



Kathy looked at her new lover. He was the utility clerk for the town and Kathy had learned that he loved ass fucking. His black hair still just a tad wet from his shower and she knew that was her fault. She had spent the night with him and their morning romp in the sheets caused them both to be a bit later getting to work than planned. Not that she minded one bit.



Looking back to Wanda she asked, “So what do you want me doing today?”



Shooting a glare over her shoulder at Don, Wanda replied, “Don says I need to learn how to be nice to customers and that you’re the best one to teach me.”



“You’ve been a hateful old bitch for too long Wanda; trust me you need help,” Don growled from his desk.



As Wanda opened her mouth to presumably blast Don for his words, Kathy stepped in quickly, “Don said you’d been going through some changes in your life and I’d be happy to help in anyway I can.” She smiled hopefully at Wanda, dearly afraid the two would start scrapping any minute.



Wanda looked back at Kathy and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. Kathy grinned and after taking a careful glance at the front door to make sure no one was around, quickly leaned in a dropped a kiss on Wanda’s soft lips. “Come on, let’s seriously mess with people’s heads today,” Kathy whispered mischievously.



That certainly caught Wanda’s attention, her eyes widening in shock at the kiss. Thinking it over and looking into Kathy’s sparkling green eyes, she felt a newly discovered mischievous streak rose up. “Oh we could so do that.”



The morning progressed well with both women greeting and waiting on customers. They had great fun in lightly flirting with each other and most of the people that came into the building, men and woman alike. As the door closed behind another normally complaining customer, Kathy exclaimed, “God this is so fun! She was so confused by you she didn’t even have anything to complain about today.”



Wanda smirked. “There’s been a few people I’ve missed bitching at, but I gotta’ agree that this has been fun.” Tilting her head to the side a bit, she considered Kathy thoughtfully. Kathy leaned back against the counter and waited for Wanda. “So, ever had sex with a woman?”



As that wasn’t quite the question Kathy had been expecting, she was slightly startled. “Uh, umm actually yes, once.” She threw an embarrassed glance over at Don only to discover he had raised his head and was waiting for her answer. At his grin, Kathy ducked her head as a blush crept across her cheeks.



“Did you like it?” Wanda continued.



Seeing no way out of the conversation, Kathy decided she have to answer honestly. “Truthfully, it was okay. It’s not my thing, I didn’t get off on it, but I’m glad for the experience.”



“Would you want to do it again?” Wanda’s eyes twinkled as she waited for Kathy’s response.



“Uh, well…” Kathy stammered. Don burst out laughing and she threw a glare his direction. “To be honest Wanda, I don’t know. It’s not something I’ve really thought about. I know I’ve been all flirty today and that’s probably wrong of me. I was just having some fun.” Kathy was beginning to feel badly about her behavior of the past few hours.



Wanda grabbed Kathy’s hand and pulled her down the hall away from the public area. “Now I’ve made you feel bad; I’m so sorry. Please, this has been a really fun morning and I don’t want to screw it up by making you think you’ve done something wrong.”



Kathy shrugged, “I wasn’t thinking of your feelings.”



“Okay look, I’ve been a closet lesbian and hardcore, horrible bitch for years and just yesterday found out that I’m really bi instead. I have no idea how to act, no idea how to be who I am and flirting with you has actually helped me today. It’s let me know that I’m not a freak.”



“Bi? You like men? I’m sorry that’s probably too personal for me to ask. Hell Don shouldn’t have told me all that he did, it’s your personal business. But Wanda, you are not a freak. You’re a beautiful woman who’s finding her way in life. If I was into women, I would most certainly be into you.”



“Aww thank you.” Wanda hugged Kathy tight, enjoying the feel of Kathy’s large firm breasts pressing into her own. Just to play a bit, she slid her hands down and cupped Kathy’s rounded ass.



Kathy giggled and returned the favor, gripping Wanda’s smaller but still firm butt cheeks. “This may not be turning me on, but it sure is fun. Is it alright if we keep it up? I mean I’m not going to leave you like, sexually frustrated am I?”



As Wanda continued to hold and caress Kathy’s ass, she gave her a quick kiss. “Even if you did get me all hot and bothered, I’ve got new friends that will be happy to help me out. But just to let you know, I totally love to suck jizz out of a woman’s pussy after a man has cum inside her. So if you and Don get it on today, let me know so I can clean you up.”



Kathy gave a breathy moan. “God that sounds so hot.” The two women met in a long, hot kiss, arms wrapping around each other. As they pulled apart, Kathy sang, “I kissed a girl, and I liked it.”



The two broke out in laughter and arm in arm, went back to work. They both met Don’s questioning stare with amused smiles. Wanda checked to make sure no one else was close by and quickly flipped up the back of Kathy’s skirt giving Don a glimpse of bare ass. Kathy jumped a bit at the sudden action and jerked her skirt back down. She looked at Don. They had only been together a very short time, but she recognized the glazed look that had come into his bright blue eyes.



Turning to lean over his desk, she pulled the front of her blouse down even farther so he could get a glimpse of her ripe melons. “I am having a wonderful time today. What would you think of me applying for Sharon’s job?” she whispered.



Don was unable to raise his eyes from the temptation so close at hand. With a hard swallow he whispered his reply, “Put those away before I take you to the back right now. You two are driving me insane over there. As much as I’d love to have you here all the time, I’m not sure my pants would survive.”



“Your pants?”



“I’m about to bust out of them my dick is so hard!”



His words caused Kathy’s damp pussy to flood with moisture. Turning quickly she asked Wanda, “Is it lunch time yet?”



By mutual consent between the three of them they decided to close for lunch and then all headed straight for the city clerks office. In seconds, Kathy had dropped her skirt and had her shirt open and was sliding back on the desktop. As she had once again skipped wearing panties, her cleanly shaved pussy glistened with juice as she spread her legs wide.



Don had his prick in hand in record time and was on his way to send it home. Wanda scooted up onto the desktop behind her and gently pushed Kathy’s bra out of the way. Leaning around, Wanda latched onto Kathy’s ripe berry nipple and began sucking. She pulled away just long enough to stare in surprise. “Strawberries! Wow.” Twisting around Kathy she went back to the tasty nipples at hand.



Only a few strokes after Don’s long pole entered Kathy’s tight twat, combined with Wanda’s mouth and hands on her large breasts and Kathy was erupting in orgasm. Copious amounts of fluid poured from her pussy as she bucked and moaned on the desktop. Wanda slid a hand down to flick Kathy’s clit and caused her to nearly scream in ecstasy.



Once she was able to breathe normally again, Kathy exchanged kisses with both Don and Wanda. As Don hadn’t reached his goal yet, Kathy turned her attention to Wanda and let him continue pumping that long slender prick in her hot box. Sliding her hand under Wanda’s skirt she found pretty yellow panties.



Pushing them aside, she carefully stroked her fingers over Wanda’s nicely waxed and soaking wet snatch. Wanda shuddered and latched her mouth onto Kathy’s, tongues sliding and slipping together. Being in unfamiliar territory, Kathy was cautious in sliding a finger inside of Wanda.



Gasping, Wanda quickly turned to face Kathy so they sat hip to hip and spread her legs open to assist Kathy. Putting a hand over Kathy’s, Wanda guided her fingers, showing her to stroke and fondle her dripping channel, entering and withdrawing fingers together. The two women twined around each other, kissing and rubbing whatever they could reach as Don continued to pound away in Kathy’s love tunnel.



Seeing all the female action caused Don to explode into Kathy’s hot cavern. Streams of jizz spurted from his cock filling Kathy’s tunnel as shudders wracked his body. Grabbing a handful of Kathy’s hair, he pulled her mouth back to his, sucking her tongue into his mouth.



When he finally finished oozing cum, Don gently slipped from Kathy. Wanda wasted no time in climbing off the desk and leaning down to start lapping the tasty juices flowing out. She sucked the cream from Kathy, trying to get every drop. Since Kathy could no longer reach Wanda’s crotch, Don lifted an eyebrow in question to her.



At Kathy’s nod, he slid his fingers into Wanda’s pussy. Gently stroking them in and out, working his fingers. Wanda moaned and sucked at Kathy even harder, using her own fingers to rub at the small but hard clit. Kathy moaned as another small orgasm swept through her. When Don pushed his thumb against Wanda’s puckered ass hole, she exploded in her own orgasm. Her knees nearly buckled and Kathy caught her up to her breasts, holding her close.



Don leaned over the two women and gave Kathy a warm loving kiss which she returned. Wrapping an arm around him, Kathy held both to her as best she could. “I’ve decided,” he announced. Both women turned to him in question. “I’m putting in a call to the mayor and if he doesn’t hire you to take Sharon’s place then I’m gonna quit and get a job at the library.”



“Oh yes! Me too,” Wanda added. “You have got to come work here. Screw the library. No wait, don’t screw the library, you have to come here and screw us every day.”



Kathy laughed weakly. “Guys, as much as I like the idea I’m beginning to be afraid that we’d kill each other with sex.”



“But damn, what a way to go.” Slapping Wanda’s ass, he added, “Come on girls get dressed and I’ll treat you to lunch. Even though its going to have the be the fastest lunch we can find.”



Just before closing that day, the mayor came into the office. Kathy gave him a nervous smile and nearly dropped the pen she was using. He went around the counter and chatted with Don while she finished what she was doing.



“Kathy, step in here with me a minute please.” Giving Don and Wanda hopeful looks, she followed Ray into the city clerk’s office. Seeing him settle behind the desk, Wanda took the chair across from him and smoothed down her skirt. Flashes of memory went through her mind of what happened on that desk top and she was grateful Wanda had taken the time to wipe it clean.



Kathy found herself in an impromptu interview of the job in question. Her college degree served her well as the mayor talked to her and discovered how qualified she actually was for the job. “You are seriously overqualified to be working at the library. The city is just wasting your talents over there.”



She blushed at the thought of what talents had actually been used in the room they were in. Mayor Ray caught the blush and quickly figured out what had caused it. “Do you think you’ll be able to work with Don and Wanda in the long term?”



Taking a deep breath, Kathy knew this was important to get right. “I know that a precedent has already been set and that if I was put in a position of authority over them I’d have to handle things carefully. But I really feel that there is enough mutual respect for each different person and their job, that we would all be able to work together just fine.”



Raising from behind the desk, Ray moved to lean against it, facing Kathy. He was a short man that had a ‘big man complex’ and was used to trying to bully people around. What Kathy didn’t know is that Sharon’s fuck had brought him back to earth and back to his wife. Ray wasn’t quite the same man he had been. “A precedent huh? So you all have been fucking in the office already? What if I said that you had to fuck me before you could have the job?”



Kathy stood as fury filled her. “Then I’d tell you to go fuck yourself and on my way back to the library, I’d call your wife and tell her what you just said.”



Ray chuckled, “Relax, I just wanted to see your reaction. You’ve passed this interview with flying colors. As long as the city continues to run smoothly, what happens in this office is up to you and you alone.”



“Really? Just like that? I have the job?”



Ray smiled reassuringly, “Just like that. It’s important to fill this position quickly and city council actually does prefer to do promoting from current employees rather than hiring outsiders. You are very qualified. I know you’ve worked here enough to have a good idea of the basics of the job, and I have a feeling that you’ll pick up the rest quick enough. It’s also very obvious that you get along well with Don and Wanda. And anyone that can get along with Wanda the Bitch deserves the job. I just hope you realize how tough its actually going to be.”



“Wow. Thanks. I hope I don’t let you down.”



“You’ll do fine. Terri and I will throw a ‘welcome to the job’ party for you in a few days.” He patted her on the shoulder and started to leave the room.



Kathy quickly grabbed him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. “I won’t fuck you but that’s a little bit better thank you. Call it the beginning of my campaign for a friendly office.”



“If that’s how you plan on thanking people, this will be a very friendly office,” he laughed then gave her butt a little pat as they headed out.



“Don, Wanda meet your new City Clerk. She will have the duties of office manager just like Sharon did which means she is your supervisor. I hope you all can work together with no problems.” With that, Mayor Ray gave a salute and left.



The sudden and complete silence that followed caused Kathy’s nerves to skyrocket. Don leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. Wanda sat tapping her pen against the counter.



“What? Isn’t this what you guys wanted? Oh god don’t do this!”



With laughs, both jumped up and grabbed Kathy close. “That was so hard. I could hardly keep my face from cracking. It was Don’s idea.”



“We had already planned what to do if you made it or not. Welcome to City Hall, honey.” Don kissed her long and deep, his hand roaming over her ass. As their kiss finished, Wanda took her lips with her’s and slipped her hand up under Kathy’s skirt to give her bare ass a rub too.



“Oh hot damn! I sure know when the best time to come to city hall is,” came an exclamation behind them. The three turned to see Fred the street supervisor walking up the hall from the back. Fred had also caught Don and Kathy fucking in the hallway yesterday and had jerked off to the show.



Kathy knew that her new job involved keeping track of the field supervisors as well as the office. Stepping away from the group and brushing at her skirt she faced the newcomer, “Fred I’m the new city clerk. The mayor just gave me the job a few minutes ago. I hope we can work professionally together.”



Fred grinned. “As long as you don’t mind me looking at your rack, we can work together just fine.”



Kathy felt Don stiffen beside her. Wanda stepped up to Fred and jabbed a finger in his chest, “You can look at anything you want you big buffoon, but you will keep your hands to yourself unless otherwise invited.” Wanda wasn’t very tall or very roundly built and standing in front of Fred who was taller and very stocky made her look even smaller.



“I’ll take that deal. Long as I can look at you too sweetheart.” Fred caught Wanda’s finger in his hand and sucked it in his mouth.



Kathy watched Wanda’s eyes round in shock. She looked to Don for guidance and he just stood with his mouth hanging open. “Uh Fred, remember invitation touching only,” Kathy pulled Wanda’s hand from his grasp.



The two stood facing each other, neither making a move. Kathy squeaked a Don trying to get him to do something. “You’re the boss lady now” he whispered.



“Um, Fred why did you come into the office? Did you need something?”



“Well, I was coming in to see if those reports I turned in yesterday were okay, but when I found this pretty little thing here I got a bit distracted. I like a feisty woman. Please tell me you work here.”



Kathy frowned in confusion. “Fred, Wanda’s worked here for years.”



“Wanda the bitch! No way! This ain’t Wanda, she’s a hag and this here little lady is as yummy lookin’ as a pat o’butter meltin’ on a hot biscuit.”



With a gasp Wanda broke free and fled into Kathy’s office. Glaring daggers at Fred, Kathy followed. Once inside she took Wanda into her arms and held her while the woman shook with silent tears.



“He’s just an ass. Don’t give him the satisfaction, sweety. Whatever you were, you’re not the same person and you’re going to be a much better person for finding yourself. You don’t have to take that from the caveman out there.”



“But he’s right. I spent so many years fighting who and what I am. I was a horrible person.”



Kathy brushed Wanda’s soft brown hair back from her face. Dropping a quick kiss on her lips, she laid her cheek against Wanda’s and rocked her gently. The sound of a throat being cleared brought her attention to Fred standing in the doorway. She glared daggers at him, daring him to say the wrong thing again.

My face dripping wet, I gently rolled Michelle off me.



“Oh, God Joe,” she sighed as she lay on her back enjoying the afterglow. Kara, somewhat recovered now, curled up next to me as the three of us laid there motionless, simply enjoying our mutual bliss.



I’m not sure at what point or for how long we fell asleep for, but I awoke to the low humming sound of a vibrator. I looked at Kara still lying next to me, but she was sound asleep. I rolled onto my side and saw Michelle sitting up with her back against the headboard. She held a half-empty glass of wine in one hand and was gently rubbing the shaft of the vibrator up and down her upper thigh.



“Well, I guess somebody is getting back into the mood,” I said smiling.



Michelle laughed a sexy laugh and smiled back at me.



“That girl has a drive that’s insatiable,” I heard Kara say as she propped herself up on her elbows.



“And she finished off that bottle of wine. I’ll open another one. Maybe that will get me back in the mood as well,” she said as she left the room to retrieve another bottle.



On her way out she paused next to Michelle and whispered, “I’ll grab that present you bought me as well.”



Michelle giggled and handed her glass to me. I swallowed the last of the wine and placed the glass on the night table. Michelle lay down and curled herself next to me in a spooning position. I wrapped an arm around her and she pushed her ass up against my cock. A low growl escaped my mouth and Michelle pushed back harder against me.



Kara had reentered the room, glass full of wine in one hand and a twin shaped dildo in the other. She took a gulp of chardonnay and lay next to Michelle on the bed. Michelle’s hand traced a circle around Kara’s tan stomach and then ran it down to her pussy. Kara moaned and took another sip from her glass. Michelle pushed back harder against my cock and I reached my fingers toward her moist slit.



“Oh, Joe,” she moaned as my cock rested in the crack of her tight little ass.



Kara had now inserted one end of her dildo into her pussy. Michelle reached her arm behind me and onto the small of my back. Rising up from the bed, but making sure I stayed behind her, she slid between Kara’s legs and allowed the other end of the dildo to slip into her now dripping wet slit. A slight moan escaped both of their lips and Michelle placed her hand on my hip gently guiding me into position behind her.



My chest rested on Michelle’s back as my cock pushed up against her tan ass. I reached for a tube of K-Y laying on the nightstand and drained it over the crack of her ass. With one hand I smeared it over my shaft and gently began pushing my cock into her ass. Michelle moved her hips forward.



“Oh God yes!” Kara moaned as Michelle pushed up against her, their shared dildo penetrating each other’s pussy. Michelle slowly pushed back against me and I allowed the head of my cock to enter her ass.



“Ohhhh,” Michelle moaned. It wasn’t a moan of pure ecstasy, but more of a mix of pleasure and curiosity. She pushed back a little more and my cock slowly disappeared inside her.



“Mmmm,” she sighed and I understood that she was okay.



Her ass was so tight; I slowly pushed myself deeper into her.



“Oh God,” I grunted and Michelle pushed deeper into Kara.



I pumped my cock slowly and gently into Michelle’s waiting ass, each push from me creating a chain reaction of pleasure as the girls’ penetrated each other. Kara raised her hips to take the dildo deeper into her and push the other end further into Michelle.



“Oh yes, fuck me Kara,” Michelle moaned as she moved her hips rapidly up and down the shaft of the plastic cock, each motion sending my cock deeper into her ass.



“Fuck yes!” she screamed as my dick and her dildo penetrated her from both sides.



Kara met our pleasure with pleasure of her own – every one of my pumps sending both women further toward ecstasy.



I grabbed Michelle by the hips and pumped my cock into her one last time, emptying it in her ass. She leaned forward to take all of Kara’s dildo into her, filling the two of them up with it.



“Oh, yes!” Michelle yelled as her ecstasy peaked and trailed off into moans.



“God!” Kara exhaled and pulled Michelle against her chest, holding her there for a moment, her eyes closed, her lips parted.



I rolled onto my side, once again not believing what we had just done. I placed my arm under my wife’s head and held her close as the three of us drifted off into a dazed euphoria.

I went into the bedroom and told Cindy about flashing her Mom. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard.



“This is my meat now and you better keep it out of my Mothers old dried up dusty cunt.” She tugged it hard enough that I yelped and tried to slap her ass as she jumped over the bed. We got dressed and I went out to the barn to see what Bob was up to.



“So, did you get enough sleep last night?” Bob asked with a grin.



“Yea, well, I did pass out for a while there I guess.” I said, starting to feel myself blush a little.



“She’s a hot little fuck, a real cock hound if there ever was one born.”



I must have had a mighty strange look on my face about then as Bob smiled and handed me a pair of gloves. “Look, I don’t mind you fucking Cindy any time you want, but when you fuck her here and eat my vittles I expect to get something out of it too, so put on those gloves and help me load this truck. You do know how to pitch bales, don’t you?”



I still felt a little dumbstruck and had a million questions crowding my head but just managed to spit out “Yea” as I pulled on the gloves.



“Good, head up top and toss me down about 20.” Bob got in the back of the truck and I went to the top of the bales in the loft and started tossing them down to him. By the time we had the truck loaded with about 1/2 a ton we were both covered in hay dust and had worked up a good sweat.



“Com’on’ let’s go get clean this dust off and see if the coffees still hot.” I jumped down and followed Bob into the house, brushing hay off all the way to the door.



“Well, Shit, that shower didn’t last long, and you got my poor baby sweatin’ like a treed ‘coon!”



Cindy said in her best Daisy Mae voice as she brushed at the straw in my hair and Terri sat two fresh cups of coffee down in front of us.



The kids all came running out and grabbed lunch sacks off the counter as they kissed and hugged Terri and Bob, Carrie, the 14 year old even gave me a hug and a quick peck on the cheek before bolting out the door to run the two miles down the hill to catch the school bus.



As soon as the kids had started down the road Terri sat a box down in front of Bob and as soon as he opened the wooden lid the smell of excellent skunk weed hit my nose. He carefully trimmed a well cured bud and rolled a nice doobie. He handed it to me and said “Thanks for the help, this should help ease those sore muscles.” I lit it and took a small toke and immediately hacked it back out. This was some serious mean chronic! Terri laughed and took the joint “Ha, got another one, Bob’s Bad Ass Buds do it every time!” She took a deep draw and passed it to Cindy.



“Yea, I took some of this to Spokane last Month and almost had guys fighting over who would get the next ounce!” Cindy took a small toke and passed it back to Bob.



“Well, when you give a free blow job with every ounce I imagine so!” Bob ducked the swipe from Cindy “Hey, they only get a blowjob if they take 5 or more!” She pouted.



I took a slow, careful draw on the joint and tried to hold it but quickly felt it expand beyond my lung capacity and went into another coughing fit.



Terri got up and pulled a feather roach clip off the window curtain and handed it to me. “Well, Pa, if we are going to get anything done today we best get doin’ it.” Terri said as she gathered her purse and some cartons of eggs.



“Yep, I ‘spose, don’t reckon you want to come along and off load that hay for me?” Bob smiled as he took the roach. Before I could respond Cindy entered her objections. “No way, you two just run along to Town, I have plans for him today.”



“Yea, I bet you do, just try not to break anything.” Bob said as he grabbed his hat and a ledger book. “And if you happen to head into town later bring the gas cans down and get ‘em filled.”



When the dust and hay from the departing truck settled Cindy took me by the arm and led me into the bathroom. “Let’s get that hay washed off you.” she said as she slowly removed my clothes. I was hard by the time she pulled my pants down and my cock almost slapped her as it sprang free.



“Well, Hello to you, too!” She kissed it on the tip and gave the knob a quick but passionate suck. I got in the shower and she stepped back and looked at me as I rubbed the soap over my body.



“I’ll be right back” She said and darted out the door. She returned a moment later with a VHS video camera already rolling.



“Hey, now, I get union scale for this kind of work!” I said, pretending to be indignant at being filmed.



“Yea, well this is just the screen test, you still have to audition for the part.” Cindy sat the camera, still filming, on the washstand pointing at the shower. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bath tub. I took her face in my hands and pulled her lips to mine as her hands stroked and fondled my cock and balls. She tasted like coffee and chronic and her hands felt amazing as they squeezed and pulled me just right. She kissed her way down my body until she was kneeling with my cock in her hand and her lips about an inch from the tip. She looked at the camera and licked her lips then started slowly spiraling her tongue around my knob until she had it all in her mouth. Then she started pushing and slowly slid by entire shaft down her throat and held it there while she massaged it with her throat. I was almost ready to blow my wad down her throat when she pulled her head back, releasing my cock from her mouth with a pop and then turning around and bending over, pointing her ass toward the camera and grabbing the side of the tub. I spread her pussy lips and started licking at her clit and slowly worked my way to her ass hole. I made sure the camera could see my tongue probing her ass as my fingers probed her pussy. She was working her clit and I replaced my tongue with two fingers, then three until her ass started to expand a little. I stood up and put the tip of my cock on her ass and held it there. She started to back onto it slowly then in a sudden push and scream drove half my cock into her tight ass. I gasped and just had time to brace when she pushed again and took my whole shaft, ass cheeks slapping on my hips and another, more protracted scream of mixed pleasure and pain. I felt her body start to relax and grabbed her hips and started power fucking her ass as hard as I could. She was clawing and screaming like a wildcat by the time we both came, I shot deep inside her ass then pulled out as my knees almost gave out and the next two shots of cum landed on her ass cheeks. She dropped to her knees in the tub and her ass was still clenching and oozing cum.



“Oh fuck, you deserve the award for best ass fuck in history after that performance!” I gasped as soon as I could speak. Cindy turned around and took my cock in her hand, lifted it up and gently



sucked each of my balls while her other hand stroked up and down the crack of my ass. She took my cock and deep throated it in one slow push and slowly let it slide, now 1/2 limp, back out. Then



she got up and walked over to the camera, turned around and put her ass right up to the lens almost and smiled at me. I could tell she was squeezing out some cum for the camera.



I turned off the shower and grabbed the same towel I’d used before and followed Cindy out to the Kitchen. She got two fresh cups of coffee and we sat down at the table naked. Cindy sat spread



legged with one leg one a chair. I was just looking at her perfect skin, small breasts and proudly displayed pussy in the bright morning Sun coming in through the door when a shadow crossed over her. She dropped her leg off the chair and turned as I dropped the towel off my shoulders and into my lap.



“Oops, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…I’ll come back later.” The silhouetted figure at the door said.



I recognized Barry’s deep voice and broad figure almost filling the door.



“No, don’t worry, come have some coffee.” Cindy got up and grabbed Barry by the strap on his



coveralls and led him to the table. She got him a cup of coffee and sat back down.



“Well, I must admit I feel a little over dressed for breakfast.” Barry said in a bad British accent.



“Well, then I’d suggest that you dress down to fit the occasion.” Cindy offered.



Barry stood up, undid his overall snaps, dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them and his



shoes and pulled his t shirt off as he sat back down, now totally naked too.



“There, isn’t that better?” Cindy asked.



“Yes, I feel much better!” Barry said.



“Yea, I must say this is the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had.” I said as I hoisted my cup and



made a toast.



“So what brings you around these parts, stranger than most?” Cindy asked, leaning toward Barry.



“I was just headed down to the Big City and was hoping to get a lil mornin’ magic along the way.”



Barry said, leaning back a little and slipping his hand under the table.



“Well, I don’t know, would you mind if Barry fucked me here on the table while you finish your



coffee?” she asked me with huge puppy dog eyes.



“Well, ah…no…I…fuck, I think I could use another one of your Daddy’s doobies for this show.”



I stammered.



Barry stood up and bent over his coveralls and came up with a small leather case, he opened it and pulled out a joint. “Here ya go, Bogart that fat boy.” and he rolled the joint over to me. I took it and was slipping it into my lips just as Cindy bent and pulled Barry’s cock to her lips. His cock was as big soft as mine was hard and quickly grew to an impressive thick 10 inches as Cindy stroked and sucked it. It had veins that stood out from the shaft in deep relief and his thick black hair looked like a birds nest around his equally massive and tight balls. She turned and lay on the table and smiled at me so I reached over and cupped a titty while Barry worked his cock into her cunt. Soon he was sliding in long, slow strokes and Cindy was being transported by the huge tool splitting her open, I watched as she had at least 4 intense orgasms while he throbbed and plunged into her sopping wet cunt. Almost without warning Barry grunted and stepped back, pointing his hose and spraying cum from Cindy’s face to her wide, gaping pussy, huge globs dripped off her tits and face and flowed across her belly. She took my hand and pulled it to her cum coated tit and pressed and rubbed hard. I sat smoking the joint and rubbing Barry’s cum into her while Barry watched and pulled his shirt and coveralls back on.



“That was great, thanks Cin” and turning to me he said “Sorry for the mess.”



“Hey, no problem.” I said as I wiped a glob of still warm cum from her tit and then sucked it off my finger. Barry smiled and pointed his finger…







“Why don’t you stop by later tonight, I think the kid’s will be staying with friends tonight and



Mom and Dad would just love to see you again.” Cindy said as she sat wiping cum off herself with a paper napkin.



“OK, that sounds like a plan, “I’ll see BOTH of you later, but I got a job to take care of first. Anything you want me to bring you back from town?”



“Yea, a short red head.” Cindy chirped.



“OK, I’ll see what I can do.” Barry said as he tipped his hat and stepped through the open door.



“Well, That was one of the most impressive sights I’ve seen since I had my Mare bred by Jenkin’s



Stud last Summer.” I said as I passed the joint to Cindy.



Cindy took the joint and put it in the roach clip. “Yes, Barry Bear has been the ruin of many a Red Riding Hood. I hope you didn’t mind me being such a wanton slut, but I just can’t resist his orgasmic organ.”



“Mind? Shit, that was great, but if you can fuck Barry then I should be able to fuck your Mother, right?”



“Oh, so now my pussy isn’t good enough for you!” She said in a hurt puppy manner and stalked indignantly out of the kitchen.



I walked outside naked and gathered up the gas cans and stored them in the truck, and walked out to the Rabbit pens. Cindy came out dressed in a skirt and tube top and wrapped her arms around me from behind.



“Oh, I just love having naked Men running around the Farm, but you’d better get dressed so we can get to town and back before dark.”



“Well, considering it’s only 20 minutes into Town I don’t see the big hurry.” I said as I started back to the house.



“I was thinking maybe we might stop by the lake on the way back, I expect it’s going to be a hot one today.” She called over her shoulder.

Small Town Life Chapter 6 – A Happy Ending



There once was a small, quiet, sleepy town that had more churches than retail stores. The people there greeted each other warmly, most generally liking everyone else. But as all small towns go, this one had it’s secrets too.



A few short weeks ago the City Clerk had come into work, fucked a few people, recorded it all on video, emailed a some select people, then walked out, leaving her resignation and drastically changed people in her wake. The mayor of the town was a short man who felt he had to bully people to make up for being short. His wife was a hateful thing who thought that because she put her husband in his position that she deserved more than her due.



After Sharon the clerk had fucked the Mayor and put his feet back on the ground, he went home and with the help of another friend, fucked the hell out of his wife and brought her back to where she needed to be.



The bitch that ran the front counter of city hall, after sucking the mayor’s jizz from Sharon’s snatch, took a day off for herself and met a couple that introduced her to a whole new world. Then with the help of one of Sharon’s videos and the mayor, the last man standing in the office, the utility clerk Don, met the woman of his dreams who became the new city clerk and fulfilled her dreams in the process.



The changes that had come about in the city hall of this small town were slowly reflecting themselves to more residents. Although the church attendance on Sundays had declined some, there was a freshness about the town. Almost as though it had been re-energized somehow.



To celebrate the new staff member and the positive changes, Mayor Ray and his wife Terri were hosting a little party for the employees. The night of the party was clear and crisp. Terri left the doors to the patio open and candles burned all through the house. She had even lit the tiki torches outside around the patio. Ray tried to reassure her that the house looked great and so did she. At the sound of the doorbell, they went to greet their first and “special” guest.



Sharon stood at the door, her hair falling in soft blond waves to her shoulders. Her baby blue sundress was cut low at the bodice and high at the thigh. Lush curves filled the dress to perfection. Strappy sandals with red hot toenails on display finished the outfit.



“Mayor, Mrs. Mayor,” she greeted.



“Now Sharon, you don’t live here anymore, no need for formality,” Ray assured her as he ushered her into the house. The twinkle in his eye spoke volumes more about the unnecessary need for formality.



Smiling at Terri, Sharon noted the changes. The woman was certainly more relaxed than she had ever seen her. Dressed in a soft, yellow, floor-length dress that left her shoulders bare and brought out the honey color of her hair, Terri’s slender body actually looked good.



The three chatted lightly about Sharon’s new job, and how well the town was doing after her departure. At seeing their frequent touches and loving glances, Sharon was slightly surprised to find out just how changed this couple was.. Her efforts to simply bring them back to reality seemed to have farther reaching consequences, which she was happy to see.



As Sharon offered to help Terri with the last minute party preparations, Ray went to greet more of the arriving guests. Soon the house was filled with people and laughter, everyone seeming to be pleased to see the woman that had started such a commotion in the town.



Sharon’s biggest surprise was seeing Wanda and Fred together. Approaching the couple, she slipped Wanda a quick kiss on the lips and took her hand in hers. “What is this?” She asked, looking to Fred. “This is not what I expected to see. But damn woman you do clean up well.” She took in Wanda’s pretty pink and form fitting dress and new sleek hair.



Wanda blushed and explained how she had met Dale and Debra and her discovery of not just being a lesbian but more accurately, bisexual. “So no one ever contacted you about the video?” Sharon wondered.



“No. Was I supposed to be?”



“Ah, well that was my initial plan actually. Although it looks like things worked out much better than I could ever had planned on.” Sharon smiled at the couple.



“So wait, who should have asked me about the video then?” Wanda frowned in concern. “Who out there has a copy?”



Sharon pursed her lips in thought. Finally she shook her head, “No. If you haven’t been approached by now, then I may have missed my mark on that one. Let that person retain their privacy. Maybe the day will come that they’ll get brave. You have my guarantee on your safety and privacy.”



Wanda tilted her head to the side and thought about Sharon’s words. After a bit she decided that was probably the best way to go. Sharon had done so much for her, she trusted her decision. Giving Sharon a light kiss and a quick ass grope, Wanda pulled Fred off to mingle.



Drifting to the corner where Don and Kathy were currently having their own grope session, Sharon shared kisses with both of them. “You appear ready to get this party started.”



Kathy’s long blond hair fell over her bare shoulders and her cherry red dress floated well above her knees. Don’s thick dark hair and trim body seemed to be about the only thing unchanged about the entire group of people. As Don pulled his hand from under Kathy’s short skirt, a sly grin crossed his face.



“Well, as there wasn’t much action going on, we thought we should make our own.” Don chuckled.



Sharon touched her tongue to her top lip. Smiling she said, “I had planned on there being plenty of action. But there are a few here that need to leave first.” Her gaze touched on the older couples in the room that wouldn’t have the same appreciation for action that her former co-workers did.



Two hours later, Sharon quietly whispered into Ray’s ear. Those few words sent him on a mission to empty the house of all but certain people. Most that left praised the good food and great company and went happily on their way without a clue. Sharon noted a few select couples that left with lingering glances at the remaining people; she’d pass the information on later.



The six couples and Sharon all convened into the den of the mayor’s home. Don and Kathy made no further effort to shield their wandering hands. Wanda and Fred quickly joined them. When Terri and Ray seemed unsure what to do, Sharon gestured to a plush loveseat with a good view of the room. She leaned down and whispered to Terri that only watching was completely okay.



Moving across to where Wanda and Fred had dropped onto the couch, Sharon slid in beside them. Wanda immediately turned and captured Sharon’s lips with hers, pushing at the top of Sharon’s dress. As the two shared a long kiss, tongues tasting and twining together, the tops of their dresses were unfastened and pushed down, baring two very different sets of breasts.



Sharon’s large and lush breasts popped out of her dress, bouncing slightly. Her small berry nipples already tight and hard. Sharon’s hands covered Wanda’s small breasts with rather large nipples, kneading them gently. Fred reached around Wanda to play with Sharon’s melons, squeezing and rolling her nipples.



Don pulled Kathy to the front of the couch, and releasing the zipper on her dress, dropped it to the floor leaving Kathy completely nude. Pulling Don’s shirt over his head, she rubbed her full breasts against his bare chest. Looking over Don’s shoulder Kathy could say Ray and Terri having their own make out session while trying to keep an eye on the action.



Kathy dropped to her knees in front of Sharon and with a little urging, had her lift her hips so that she could pull the dress completely from her. Finding Sharon also nude under her dress brought a smile from Kathy. Pushing Sharon’s knees wide apart she gazed on the perfectly waxed and pink pussy in front of her. Licking her lips, she dived in.



Next to her Fred decided to follow suit and quickly had Wanda naked and spread open for his mouth. Dragging his tongue in one long swipe from ass hole to clit had Wanda throwing back her head and moaning. Sharon’s gasps from Kathy’s licks and sucks joined Wanda’s.



Don dropped his pants, and stroking his long slender penis, moved around to Sharon’s head. She needed no urging to take his cock deep in her mouth. A sudden shrill wail from the other side of the room and had Don looking over to find Ray’s short but very fat prick buried in Terri’s hot wet snatch. The man’s hips pounded into his wife as his eyes were glued to the bodies on the couch.



Kathy worked Sharon’s clit, quickly flicking it with her fingers while sticking her tongue inside Sharon’s dripping cunt. In short moments she had Sharon shuddering through an orgasm. Don pulled from Sharon’s mouth and she fell back, letting the waves crash though her.



As soon as she had her breath back, Sharon rasped, “Cock. I need a cock in me now.”



Wanda pushed Fred from her pussy and urged him over to Sharon. Pulling Kathy to her, Wanda kissed her, licking the juices from Kathy’s face. Fred wasted no time in shoving his rock hard pole into Sharon’s tight, wet tunnel. Sounds of flesh smacking together filled the room.



Kathy dropped onto the couch and Don lifted her legs high, sliding his prick deep inside her. At that moment harsh groans and wails came from Ray and Terri as he shot load after load of cum into his wife. Watching the other couples was new to them and so incredibly erotic that they just couldn’t hold out.



Wanda quickly crossed the room and waited until the mayor had pulled away from Terri and then latched her mouth onto the woman’s pussy before any jizz could start to leak out. “Oh my god,” Terri moaned as for the first time in her life, someone other than her husband licked her pussy. Wanda worked carefully to suck out all the creamy stuff Ray had left behind.



Moments later she heard the low, rough growl from Fred and Wanda knew what was happening behind her. Giving Terri’s snatch a final lick, she turned and headed back to Sharon. Ray gathered his wife close and gently fondled her small breasts and nipples while they enjoyed the show.



As Fred emptied himself into Sharon, she arched back and gave a hoarse scream and her second orgasm slammed through her. Wanda nearly shoved Fred to the side in order to get to Sharon’s rosy valley. Since Fred knew what she was after, he wasn’t at all offended and it even made him chuckle a bit.



As Wanda cleaned out Sharon’s snatch , Sharon sank her fingers into Wanda’s hair and could do no more than shiver from the intense feelings rocking through her. She reached over and tweaked a nipple of Kathy’s, hearing the sharp gasp in response.



Don had been keeping his strokes long and firm but slow which he knew to drive Kathy mad. The woman had been shuddering through her second orgasm and Don knew he still had time before blowing his load. Reaching over he slid a hand down Wanda’s ass in search of a wet pussy as he knew her to be the only woman that still hadn’t gotten off at least once.



When Fred noticed what he was doing, he pushed Don’s hand aside and laid on his back, sliding underneath Wanda. Pulling her hips down, he settled her crotch over his mouth and began to lick. By this time she had cleaned Sharon out and leaned back to enjoy the hot tongue lashing.



Sharon looked across at Ray and Terri to see Terri’s head bobbing up and down in Ray’s lap. She sent him a smile and turned to Kathy. Leaning over she pulled a nipple into her mouth and gave it a lick. Strawberries flashed through her mind, surprising her.



Kathy looked at Don and frowned. “Either get in my ass and get your rocks off or get off me before I completely melt. I can’t take much more, you sadist.”



Don burst out laughing but did as she demanded. Pulling out of her soaking pussy, he slowly and carefully pushed into her ass. Don tilted her legs and hips up higher to give himself better access. Kathy and Sharon exchanged warm kisses and massaged each other’s breasts.



Wanda’s gasps had gotten louder and she finally moaned in release. Shuddering over Fred’s face, she slowly lowered her body down, laying on top of him. With only a little maneuvering, Fred slid his once again hard cock along her wet and grasping snatch. Lifting herself up, Wanda slid down onto his pole and began to ride.



Terri lifted her head and looked at the writhing couples. Turning to Ray she whispered, “Would you fuck my ass?”



Ray nearly blew his load right then. Terri had never asked for that or even hinted that she was interested even though he knew she played with her doubled ended dildo he had given her quite often. Giving her hip a slap to encourage her to turn around, he got up on his knees.



Sliding his fat dong through her gushing juices, he very carefully began to work the entrance of her ass hole. The little rosebud was super tight, but Terry worked to relax and soon he popped through the outer ring. Groaning, Ray began to pump. He had never felt anything so tight and didn’t know how long he could hold out.



As moaning screams sounded from the couch, Ray threw a glance over his shoulder. It was obvious that Don had finally filled Kathy from the way his head was thrown back and his butt was clenched up tight against her crotch. Ray had never seen so much naked flesh in one place at one time.



Seeing Wanda reach over to scoop up the cum starting to dribble from Kathy’s ass and pop it in her mouth just blew Terri’s mind. With Ray pounding her ass, her next orgasm reached up and slammed into her. Waves of pleasure rolled over her and as her body clenched in response, Ray gave a mighty groan of his own and began releasing spurts of hot cum into her ass.



Wanda rode Fred hard and fast and brought them both to another climax. Once her shudders had slowed, she sank down on top of Fred, and he just held her on top of him. Don pushed up to find space on the couch with the other women and the three collapsed onto each other. Ray and Terri managed to find a comfortable position to half lay on the shorter loveseat cushions.



After a while a quiet snore was heard followed by a flurry of giggles. Wanda poked Fred in the ribs to rouse him up about the same time Don gave him a kick in the leg. With a snort and a jerk Fred partially sat up, dislodging Wanda who dropped onto the floor.



With a laugh, Sharon asked Terri where the women could clean up . Terri took all of the women upstairs to the large master bathroom leaving the men to fend for themselves. It took only a short discussion for the women to decide to shower two at a time, so Sharon pulled Kathy in with her, first.



Bundling up hair so it wouldn’t get wet, the two quickly stepped into the shower and began to clean each other up. Neither woman had much girl on girl experience so they just enjoyed having fun with soaping each other up and rinsing off. Fingers slid over soft, wet skin, teasing and testing the limits of what they encountered. Kathy found the most fun as the two women both with full breasts rubbed their nipples together.



Giggling and half aroused again, they piled out and then even took turns drying each other off. Tasting and nibbling on nipples, Sharon exclaimed again how she tasted strawberries on Kathy. Quiet moans from the other room interrupted their play.



Once the two had entered the bathroom, Wanda turned to Terri. “I love finding someone who’s body is shaped like mine.”



“I’ve always hated my body, I look like a boy,” Terri complained.



“Pshh,” Wanda scoffed. “You have beautiful breasts. I love these tiny little nipples.” Wanda reached out and brushed a fingertip over Terri’s nipple causing it to immediately pucker up tight.



“No one’s ever touched me except my husband,” Terri whispered.



“You can touch me all you want,” Wanda offered.



Terri’s fingers shook as she reached out to touch Wanda. She gently dragged a finger over Wanda’s large nipple and watched it grow big and hard. Wanda took Terri’s hand in her’s and guided her to cup a small breast and pinch the nub on the tip. Wanda very slowly and gently leaned in and touched her lips to Terri’s.



“Oh my god I just kissed a woman,” Terri breathed.



“I like kissing women. Their lips are softer.”



Wanda took Terri’s lips again in a longer kiss, urging her to part her lips so their tongues could taste. Soon they pressed against each other, breast to breast as they kissed deeply. Hands roamed at will, squeezing and exploring.



“Let me taste you,” Wanda whispered. Terri looked into those liquid brown eyes and nodded. Wanda pulled her to the bed and taking her time, kissed and worked her way down Terri’s body.



When the other women entered the bedroom, they found Terri on the bed laying on her back with Wanda’s head buried between her legs. Approaching each side of the bed, Sharon and Kathy joined them, stroking and running their hands and lips over Terri’s body. When Terri screamed quietly as yet another orgasm crashed over her, she pushed Wanda’s head away and tried to catch her breath.



“Oh my god, you guys are gonna kill me with this,” Terri whispered between pants.



“I assure you that is not our intention,” Sharon replied with a smile.



“There’s something weird under this pillow,” Kathy complained as she reached under the pillow she was laying on.



“Oh no!” Terri exclaimed as Kathy pulled out a long purple doubled ended dildo. “Oh god, just let me die now,” Terri moaned in embarrassment as she clapped her hands over her face.



“Now that looks like fun,” Sharon teased as she reached over to stroke the dildo in Kathy’s hands.



“Meh, come on, Terri, lets go clean up and leave these two to play,” Wanda pulled Terri from the bed and headed for the bathroom.



Sharon and Kathy both held and stroked the the dildo, discovering how the vibrator worked. Giggling together, they exchanged wet kisses and rubbed the toy over each other. Kathy dipped her fingers in Sharon’s pussy juice and used it to lube up one end.



Laying back on the bed, she slipped her end in her sopping wet pussy. Sharon quickly scooted around and placed the other end at her dripping entrance. Working together, each woman slowly rocked her hips so that the dildo was stroking in and out of both. Sharon reached down and flipped the switches and a buzzing was heard.



Kathy moaned as the vibrations were felt deep inside her pussy. She pushed her hips towards Sharon, moving the toy deeper into the other woman. Sharon squealed and pushed toward Kathy. The two quickly found the rhythm and were fucking each other with the toy.



Terri and Wanda reentered the room about the time the men came in. They had heard the distinct sounds of sex wanted to know what was going on. Wanda pulled Terri over and they fell on the bed with the others and started assisting with sucking and pulling on nipples.



“Oh god, that’s too much to watch. Sharon, shove over,” Don declared. He managed to help Sharon carefully slide on top of Kathy without ever losing her contact with the vibrator. Ray tossed him a bottle of lube and he quickly coated his rapidly hardening cock.



Carefully, Don entered Kathy’s ass, making sure he didn’t disturb her and Sharon fucking. Soon he was pumping hard, finding the vibrations from inside Kathy’s pussy to be driving him wild. This was something they would certainly have to look into themselves.



Ray stared at his wife as she caressed the women around her. When he decided there was no jealousy, only envy, he moved closer. Terri sat up and and took Ray’s cock in her mouth and Wanda bent over the bed so she could play with Sharon and Kathy while Fred fucked her from behind. Flesh against flesh, tongues and lips were everywhere; there was no where to turn or look that wasn’t met with a more touches or kisses.



Ray shoved Terri back and demanded pussy. Sharon pulled her closer on the bed to make room and soon Ray was sinking deep in his wife. Wanda cuddled Kathy and Sharon as best she could, fingers sliding and slipping everywhere as Fred pounded her cunt.

A special thanks to H M for the time spent editing and smoothing out the rough spots.



Heidi walked into a dark room, heads turning in her direction. She had agreed, reluctantly, to come to this party with her new boyfriend, Joseph. He was a tall, well-built man with dark hair and strong features. They had met a few weeks before at a shoot – Heidi did some modeling on the side – and something about the man intoxicated her. She could not resist him and since that day he had brought her to a new sexual level. Last week he mentioned the party, said it would be fun. When Heidi asked what kind of party it was, he smiled coyly.



“Well I guess you’ll have to come to find out, won’t you?”



Heidi now walked through the crowd, sticking very close to Joseph. The party was being held in a decent sized loft, with large windows overlooking the bright lights of the city. The walls were mostly bare, the floor hardwood. There were couches and oversized chairs spread amongst tables of food and drinks. The lights were dimmed very low with soft music playing in the background. It was hard to see the people because of the lighting, and the fact that they talked quietly and closely in small groups.



“What kind of party is this, Joseph?”



“My friend throws it every year. It’s kind of a,” he paused briefly to consider his explanation, “let loose and relax bash. We all get together and we have a little fun.”



Heidi crinkled her nose. She wanted to impress Joseph’s friends, so she wore a tight fitting black dress. It had two tiny straps that tied behind the neck and was cut so as to emphasize her already impressive cleavage. The dress was short, ending halfway between her waist and knees with a six inch slit up one side. Her blonde-brown hair was down, flowing over her shoulders and framing her beautiful face with loose curls. Between the lighting and chatting, no one was noticing her beauty. Joseph seemed to perceive her thoughts even as they came to her.



“Don’t worry, baby. Everyone is going to see just how beautiful you are. I wouldn’t take you and not want to show off that nice body of yours.” He eyed her up and down, placing his hand on the small of her back. It slowly slid down, gently cupping one of her cheeks. He gave it a squeeze.



“Stop!” Heidi said, teasingly. She smacked him softly on the chest. “You can’t do that here.”



As if this were a challenge, Joseph cupped more fiercely, squeezing as he pulled her body to his. He began kissing her before she could object, using his free hand to massage her breast.



“Joseph, what are you doing?” Heidi managed to reply between kisses. He didn’t seem to care, continuing to fondle her body. She glanced around the room. Her eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness and she looked at the group nearest her. They were paying her no attention. Heidi was puzzled, she thought they weren’t being discrete at all, but then the mass of bodies shifted and Heidi realized the girl in the middle was totally naked and the three men surrounding her were involved in some heavy petting. She saw Heidi watching and winked as one of the men bent down and sucked on her tits while another kissed his way down to her pussy. Heidi couldn’t even comprehend as Joseph slid one hand under her dress and started massaging her clit. She closed her eyes and let her head roll back as she ground her hips against Joseph’s hand. He was moving fast now and she kissed his neck, up to his ear where she bit the lobe. Her left hand fell down to his crotch and she rubbed at his growing erection.



Just as Heidi felt her climax coming, along with the urge to tear her clothes off and get fucked, Joseph stepped back. Her mouth dropped and she swayed slightly, her knees trembling from the experience.



“Okay babe, I’m gonna go find the host.”



“Wait, you’re gonna stop now? And leave me here alone, in the middle of this orgy? I mean, I’m about ready to, well…we need to finish.” Her rising voice quickly hushed as the last few words came out. She was embarrassed and afraid to raise her voice amidst the crowd.



“I know, I know, and I’m sorry. But I have to say hi. Besides, if you’re scared of being alone I could make sure you have some company. And a little more, to keep you happy.”



“What do you mean?” A mischievous grin flashed across Joseph’s face; he did not answer. Instead he led her over to one of the large sofas. This one had a nice high back and looked like it came out of a 1930′s movie theatre lobby, bathed in dark red velvet. As Heidi sat down Joseph disappeared. Seconds later he was back and there were two rather large men with him.



“So babe, these are my buddies Lance and Keith. They’ll keep you occupied, er, I mean company, while I’m gone.” The men sat, one on each side of her. Both were much larger than Joseph, at least 6’5″, and both were built as well, with short brown hair and chiseled jaws. Heidi was formulating her complaint, and reason, to keep Joseph by her side when he handed her a glass with a kiss and vanished.



“Hi guys, I’m Heidi.” Neither of the men replied, they only stared. “Well…nice to meet you, too.” Heidi was getting downright pissed. She had agreed to come out to this “fun” party only to find it was a sex party. And then right as she was about to cum, her date takes off. Perfect. She took a large swig from the glass. It was sweet, almost too sweet. She swirled the cup, watching the red liquid all the while. She took another large sip and felt something. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was like a dazed state mixed with warm, tingling feelings. She felt her head get lighter as she swallowed the rest of the drink, but the fuzzy feeling in her stomach intensified. She started to notice how soft and smooth the couch was. Definitely velvet. She stroked at it absentmindedly. She vaguely noticed Lance, no it was Keith, take her empty glass from her hand and set it aside.



She was leaning all the way back on the sofa now, her eyes closed as her head rested. The warmness was increasing and she could feel wetness on the tiny sliver of her thong that ran between her legs. She was thinking of Joseph, out in the crowd and rubbing her clit. She shivered a little thinking about it, the fire in her belly rising even more. She imagined his hands, squeezing her ass, then her tits. Waves of pleasure were coming from her left breast- it was like he was there playing with it now. She slowly opened her eyes to see that it was not her imagination, and not Joseph but one of his mates. A large hand was kneading her tit through her dress. She felt a hand on her right thigh and watched as the other man, Lance, began to slide it up between her legs.



Lance slowly drove two fingers into her. Heidi was torn with confusion. Some strange man was violating her, but she didn’t seem to care. Her head was trying to speak, but her body wasn’t listening. She was dripping wet and ready for anything. As he worked his hand in and out he drove the palm up and rubbed it on her clit. Heidi was moaning audibly now as Keith pulled her dress down, exposing her breast. He sucked on her nipple and squeezed while Lance began banging her forcefully with his hand. She was gasping now and couldn’t resist grabbing his wrist and forcing him to move faster. She laid her head back and closed her eyes again. That strange, dazed feeling took her over and she almost passed out. Shocks of orgasm brought her reeling back to the room. Lance had his face buried between her legs, sucking and licking her clit while his hand moved feverishly in and out of her. Keith was standing up, undoing is pants.



Their performance must have been drawing attention, as there was a collective gasp from the room when Keith unsheathed his huge member. It was pointing out and down, building to full erection, and was already eight inches in length. He grabbed a fistful of Heidi’s hair and turned her face towards his hips. Without any command she engulfed his cock with her mouth. Lance was working her back to another orgasm with his skillful tongue and she lusted for cock. Heidi had grabbed Keith at the base and was attacking his prick. She bobbed her head back and forward, trying to take in every inch. She felt the head slamming against the back of her throat and fought gagging. The member was slowly growing in length and swelling in size. Heidi bobbed faster, but it wasn’t enough. Keith grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her face. At first he moved quickly, putting only about half of his entire length in. Heidi clasped one hand to his ass and he began to thrust more violently. He was slamming the pretty woman’s face with his hips. The thick smell of pubic hair and crotch was overwhelming her nostrils while saliva, mixed with precum, leaked from her mouth and ran down her chin.



Keith backed away as Heidi was hit with another orgasm. Her whole body tightened and she opened her mouth, as if to scream. Moans and gasps were all that came out. She felt two rough hands pull her up to her feet. She could barely take in what was happening. Her head was spinning and her body was throbbing from orgasms. She watched Keith slide to one side of the couch. Lance laid her sideways, right in the middle. She was now laying on her side – one tit hanging out – while her hiked up skirt exposed her sticky thighs. Keith was sitting by her feet while Lance disrobed and sat by her head. She felt Keith pulling her legs apart and repositioning her hips. While still on her right shoulder, he pivoted her lower half so her stomach was on the couch. He pulled her legs apart and moved in between them while Lance slid under Heidi, so her head was right over his lap. She looked down at his cock. It was at least as large as Keith’s, if not bigger, and it was pointing straight up at her face.



She absently reached a hand down and started to stroke his shaft, up and down, in a gentle motion. She felt the cushion sag as Keith moved towards her. Tingles ran through her pussy as he rubbed his throbbing head against her clit. Heidi started to moan again. Lance had been busy sliding the top of her dress down, so her beautiful tits now hung freely. Heidi didn’t notice. She was squeezing Lance’s cock with her left hand as Keith began to slam his huge erection into her. She closed her eyes and moaned even louder, her mouth wide open. She felt the swift movement of a hand to the back of her head and, before she could inhale, Lance’s cock filled her throat. Heidi didn’t lose a beat, sliding back up the base and sucking with her all might, before diving back down. She pressed her nose into Lance’s pubic hair and slipped her tongue out and over his balls.



Keith lifted her right leg up on to his left shoulder. She was now spread wide, lifted slightly off the couch, her body in an awkward position as she continued to bob up and down on Lance’s stiff prick. She pulled her head up, still grasping Lance’s saliva-covered cock, as Keith began to slam his hips into her. He was driving deep inside, the position allowing him to stuff his entire cock into her. He hunched forward, the echo of their skin hitting again and again filling the room. Lance was pushing Heidi’s face back into his lap, all she could do was gurgle and squeeze with her hand, as Keith grunted with the force of the fuck. He began to grunt and his body quivered. He pulled back from Heidi, still holding her legs, and slid her away from Lance. She was on her back as Lance straddled her chest. He grabbed her beautiful tits and squeezed them together as he drove his dick into the soft flesh. He fucked her chest as violently as he had her cunt. Her tits were aching as he worked faster and faster. He stiffened up and pushed all of his weight into her breasts.



Sliding back he thrust again, sending loads of cum squirting onto Heidi. It pooled on her neck and around her chin and mouth. He pulled back and squeezed more of his load onto her tits. Heidi lay motionless, her chest rising and falling as she panted heavily.



Lance did not wait for Heidi to catch her breath. He stood over her and pulled her head back into the soft cushions. He directed his dick to her mouth and began to slide in and out. Her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft while he worked back and forth. He was leaning forward, groping Heidi’s tits in his hands. Lance fucked her mouth in hard strokes, slamming his head in the back of her throat. He withdrew and again pulled her up. She was sitting on her knees in the middle of the couch. Lance leaned down and kissed her, directing her hand to his erection. She jerked him slowly while his tongue probed her mouth. After only a moment Lance turned her towards the arm of the couch. She scooted forward until he pushed her down. She was leaning over the arm now, her tits pushed up on the arm as she let her weight fall forward.



She looked back as she felt saliva run over her anus. Lance had spit onto her ass and was rubbing a finger up and down the crack. His cock was dripping with saliva as he put the tip to her tight opening. He slid in gently as Heidi bit her lip. He was so big and she had never done anal. She felt like she was splitting in half as Lance put more and more of himself into her. He was staring down at the beautiful shape of her ass, admiring the sight of his dick sliding in. He quickened the pace, little by little.



“Oh god, I can’t take it!” Heidi shouted as Lance finally pushed his entire length insider her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her, locking them in one massive hand. With the other hand he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He used her like a counterweight, pulling back on her arms and hair while driving himself into her ass. It was so tight, he couldn’t get enough, so he thrust harder and faster. Veins were bulging up his neck and across his forehead, sweat starting to run down his face. Heidi was now bordering on yelling from the force working into her. She was being displayed to the crowd by Lance, her face and pushed up tits rocking back and forth with the fucking. She barely registered movement in front of her, followed by familiar sounds. Another cock, this one not so thick with smell, pushed into her open mouth. The taste was one she recognized.



“Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?” Joseph asked as he slowly fucked his girlfriend’s face. She tried to answer, but opening her mouth more only prompted Joseph to thrust deeper. Heidi again found herself overwhelmed with ecstasy, being fucked at both ends by two large cocks. She tried to adjust her head so as to take in all of Joseph’s girth. Her squirming only made Lance pull with more force and fuck twice as hard. Joseph had one hand on the back of Heidi’s head, the other resting on the couch as he worked in and out. Lance began to release Heidi, leaning onto her back and grabbing her hips. He was close to cumming, grunting and panting much like Keith had. Heidi was waiting for him to pull out and paint her with another load of cum, but it never came.



Instead he pushed himself all the way within her, his hands digging deep into her hips. She felt him explode inside her, the warmth filling her insides. He slowly slid out, trails of semen stringing from his tip to Heidi’s crack. She knew she should feel violated; instead, waves of pleasure rolled through her, along with the severe pain of popping her last cherry. Sperm leaked slowly down her crack as her muscles relaxed.



Joseph pulled out of Heidi’s mouth and sat next to her. Her tits glistened with cum while it leaked from her ass. She was sweating and some of her hair had matted to her forehead. In one fluid motion Joseph lifted her up. He spun her so she was facing away from him and set her on his lap. She straddled his legs, his erection sticking straight up against her pussy. She slid up and down on the shaft, guiding it in with her hand as she found her rhythm. Her other hand reached back to the couch for balance while she slid up and down. With a little push from Joseph she rose a little higher and came down, his cock sliding deep inside her. Joseph grabbed her hips, directing her up and down. She spread her legs and reached both hands back for the couch. She shifted her weight up and down, faster and faster, slamming into Joseph’s lap. Her body was heaving, her beautiful tits bouncing up and down with each thrust. She felt herself cumming again. She gushed over and over, screaming Joseph’s name.



Before she could finish, Joseph threw her roughly to the floor. She lay flat on her stomach, exhausted and fulfilled. But Joseph wasn’t done. He grabbed her hips and angled them up at him, sliding a small decorative pillow under her stomach. He let her fall down and grabbed his member, maneuvering back into position. With a hand on each side he thrust into Heidi, no preamble or hesitation. He fucked like a madman set loose, the waves of force traveling up Heidi’s ass to her back. She could only lay there and take it, feeling Joseph swell inside her. After only a few minutes she was on her back again, Joseph straddling her chest. He beat furiously over her, the veins in his forehead visible even in the dark of the room. He sighed, releasing his load. It sprayed, streaking from her lips, up across her nose. He kept up his pace, squirting more and more cum onto her face. The pumping slowed as his he spent the rest of his seed. He stood up and sat back with a loud thud against the couch.



“Wow, you weren’t kidding. This is quite the party,” Heidi said.



Joseph smiled. “I told you it would be fun.”



“And you were right. Can you cover me up? All that fucking has me about to pass out.”



Joseph laughed softly at this. “That, or it was the drink I gave you.”



“What was in the drink?” Heidi tried to raise herself up on one elbow, but found herself too weak. Her eyes were quickly weighing down, and she felt sleep coming.



“Nothing for you to worry about, just something to help you relax. And you can sleep, but I can’t cover you up. A few of the guys still want a turn. But don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on you.”



Heidi did not like the sound of this at all. Indeed, as she laid there covered in cum, a man knelt down to the floor, grabbing he wrists. She tried to fight, but didn’t have the strength. Despite her inner protest, she found that warm fuzzy feeling still very strong in her stomach. It was like her body had overloaded on horniness. This new stranger lowered himself over Heidi in the missionary position. He began fucking before she could say anything against it. She felt herself falling asleep as the man convulsed with orgasm. As soon as he was done another body was on her, and she drifted to sleep.



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Heidi staggered drunkenly to a room in the back. Her dress was pulled down at the top, shoved up at the bottom, and barely covering her midsection. She was covered in cum, from head to foot. It dried in her hair, causing the ends to stick out at weird angles. It was dripping and drying all over her chin and forehead, plastered on her tits and dripping from her ass. After taking on six men, Heidi had decided she needed to get off of the cum-covered floor and grab a drink. At the bar she spotted two men, built like Lance and Keith, and just couldn’t resist. They were tall, black men with huge arms and close trimmed haircuts. Their chests looked as if they had been chiseled from granite, standing out through their light, silk shirts.



The three were walking to the bath attached to the main bedroom. The room itself was decorated much like the living room, in big furniture with black and gold silk sheets covering the bed. The bath was no less impressive- a massive, marble whirlpool tub was set to one side with a stand up shower on the other. This too was marbled, with benches and plenty of room. Heidi hit the hot water and watched as jets sprayed from all different angles, lining the walls and ceiling. She slipped out of what was left of her dress and stepped into the foggy retreat. As she was rinsing clean, her company joined her. Both men were already erect. Not nearly as big as Keith, but their cocks were thick and meaty, fully hard and pushing eight inches.

Summary: A drunk Mother at the lake ends up fucking all three of her sons.



NOTE 1: This story was written especially for the Summer Lovin’ Contest. So please vote!!!



NOTE 2: I would like to thank my editors for all their dedication to my stories. Kisses and more to Steve B and Estragon.




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It was our first summer without our dad. He passed away of a heart attack last November. We hemmed and hawed for a long time before deciding to continue our annual family camping trip. For over twenty-five years we had spent the first week of August at Lake Wellenchuk as a family. It wasn’t our only family ritual, but it was one we had kept up even as our lives got hectic with college, an almost wedding and the rest of it. So it was with a heavy heart, and only the third time since dad’s funeral that we were all together again (the other two being one Christmas and Kevin, our youngest brother’s high school graduation).



Before I get too carried away about the unbelievable weekend itself, I should tell you a bit about myself, my two younger brothers, and my beautiful mother.



My name is Jackson, although my family calls me Jacks, and I am 26 years old. I am the reliable big brother who has spent much of his life getting my middle brother out of trouble. I was married for three years, but got divorced a month before my dad passed away. They say bad things happen in threes and after the divorce and my father’s death, I kept waiting for the third disaster to hit. Luckily, the third thing was rather small in comparison, a fender bender car accident on New Year’s Eve. Any other year and that would have been a major disaster, but in 2010, it was just a fitting end to one fucked up year. My New Year’s Resolution was to start living life to the fullest, spend more time with my family and meet a woman. I got a loan from the bank and made my dream a reality: I opened an Italian restaurant and named it after Dad— Amelio’s.



My second goal was partly achieved, as I moved back in with my Mother and youngest brother Kevin, although it was difficult getting much quality family time because of the long hours I worked attempting to make my new business a success. My other brother, Adam, had left in January on a six month ‘finding yourself’ trip through Europe and Asia. My last goal had been an undeniable disaster. I had only been on three dates, hadn’t been laid in over a year. Although there were many prospects coming in and out of my life daily, I just didn’t seem to have the time or energy to even attempt a romance. Lastly, I often tended to compare any woman I met with my Mother and that, I have learned, is never a good thing.



Adam was the loose cannon of the group. A wild one from the time he was a toddler, he hadn’t really changed in his wild ways, even at 22 years of age. He took a year off college, dropped out (truthfully he was told to take a year off) and, after Dad died, decided to just travel the world. His goal was to sleep with a girl from every country he visited and, according to his travel blog, he had accomplished that. He returned back just in time for Kevin’s graduation and our trip. He was still exhibiting his usual easy-going attitude.



Kevin, my youngest brother, turned 18 in May and graduated high school with honours in June. He was the geek of the group, a do-gooder who was also a sweetheart to his long time girlfriend Elly. He would rather read than go out, but he greatly idolized Adam, in an almost unhealthy way.



Our Mom Cassie was 45 years old and still in amazingly great shape. She had always worked out and no one believed she had been pregnant three times. Her breasts sagged a bit, but she usually wore outfits and bras that kept them standing at full attention. I would be lying if the majority of my high school wank sessions weren’t about my Mother. But like all guys, fucking their Mother is just a naughty fantasy they jerk off to from the time they learn to jerk off until the day they die. It is who we are. My Mother did pretty well with the life insurance after my Dad’s death and had attempted to keep things as normal as could be.



The first night at the lake was, not surprisingly, emotionally exhausting. We had a campfire and just shared Dad stories. For awhile, seeing my Mother upset, I wondered if this had been a good idea. But the last hour, we shared funny Dad stories and the emotional bubble seemed to burst.



The next afternoon was a scorcher. My Mom, I should note, knows that she still turns heads. For example, the two-piece bikini she was wearing was something the average female teenager looking to get attention would wear. In truth, the minute I saw her come out of her room after lunch in the two- piece, my dick gave her a secret salute.



While at the beach, I noticed many guys, from teenagers to old pervs, checking out my 45 year old mother. I was both proud and protective of her.



The first slight hint of the evening to come, after my brothers went to scope out the chicks playing beach volleyball, was when we laid our towels down on the beautiful soft sand. Mom lay on her towel and asked, “Jacks honey, could you put some lotion on me?”



Dad had always done this in the past, and my dick rose to attention again just with the thought of touching my sexy Mother. I took the lotion, coated my hands and generously and gently lotioned my Mom’s shoulders, neck and back. I then moved down and did her legs and feet.



Once done, Mom asked, her voice seeming just a tad flirty, “Jacks, could you please get really close to my bikini bottom, which is where I always burn?”



My erection begged for attention, so many of my stroke fantasies having started just like this. I put more lotion on my hands, which were slightly trembling, and rubbed lotion on my Mom’s lower back, so low I felt the crevice of her ass cheeks. I thought I heard a moan escape my Mom’s lips, but I assumed it was just wishful thinking. I finished by doing her thighs and again got real close to her prized possession. This time she definitely let out a moan.



“Thank you, Jacks, you have hands just like your father.”



“You’re welcome, Mom,” I said, furtively adjusting my cock in my trunks.



My Mom caught my adjustment and smiled, “Is that because of me?”



I stammered, completely embarrassed, “No, I, um….”



My Mom, her tone soft and sweet, “It’s ok, honey, when Dad lathered me up I often could feel his stiffness on me. I often thought he might just fuck me right then and there.”



“Mom,” I said, shocked by a frankness I had never heard from her.



She just smiled and looked back down and went on sunbathing.



Nothing else remotely interesting happened the rest of the afternoon, but I was greatly distracted. After touching my mom, all I wanted to do was touch her more. All my Mother-fucking fantasies came flooding back and, although it hadn’t occurred to me yet that the fantasy could become reality, my cock was at full mast all day.



That night, around nine, after the four of us had all finished a fair amount of booze, Adam and Kevin said they were going to a party with some girls they met. I argued they should stay and hang with Mom, but Adam, thinking with his cock like he always did, said they were going out. Kevin was just trying to fit in with his cool brother and sheepishly followed. I called them assholes and they left.



Mom and I went out and started a fire in our very secluded and private cabin. We sat by the fire, on a two-person swing and drank even more. About half an hour after my brothers left, Mom clearly was past tipsy and well on her way to really intoxicated. Still in her same bikini, she asked, “So, Jacks, when was the last time you got laid?”



Beer sprayed out of my mouth. “Mom!”



“No, seriously. You have looked after Kevin and I since your father died. It’s time for you to start thinking about yourself.”



“Well, truthfully, work has been more of a hindrance.”



“You work too hard,” Mom suggested, her hand falling innocently onto my leg.



Her soft touch had me distracted and my cock woke up from its slumber. I stammered slightly, “I have no choice if I want this restaurant to succeed.”



Mom’s hand moved up just slightly, “I know, I know, it’s just I want you to find a woman too.”



“Women are exhausting, time-consuming and wallet-crushing,” I sighed, remembering not so fondly my last couple of failed relationships and a divorce I was still paying for.



“The right one isn’t,” Mom suggested.



“Well I am still searching for her, I guess,” I shrugged and finished my beer.



“You know Jacks, you look a lot like your father,” Mom said, her tone changing.



“I know,” I replied, having been told that for as long as I can remember.



Her hand moved up slightly again. I took a deep breath and felt her hand move and rest on my hard cock. “Hmmmm, feels like you and your dad have something else in common.”



“Mom, I…” I began.



“Stop. I haven’t had sex in eight months, and you haven’t had sex in just as long I am guessing,” she argued, her hand now firmly on my fully erect cock. Her face went pouty like a teen girl trying to get her way with her boyfriend. “Haven’t you ever fantasized about Mommy?”



“I-um,” I stammered, before finally thinking ‘fuck it’, “Mom I have fantasized about you since I can remember.”



“I thought so,” she whispered, her hot breath in my ear. Her hand rubbed my cock with a bit more purpose. “Do you want Mommy to suck your cock?”



I let out a grunt in acknowledgment.



Her tongue teased my ear, “I will take that as a yes.”



She moved away from my ear and quickly unbuckled my shorts and pulled out my raging hard-on. “Fuck, I have missed the feeling of a big hard cock.”



She leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth.



I moaned on contact, in pure ecstasy, my lifelong fantasy suddenly coming true. I stared at my mom and her wet lips around my cock. Unlike most girls who sucked cock just long enough to get me hard, my mom sucked on my cock like she actually enjoyed it. After a couple of minutes of just teasing my head with her lips and tongue, she began to take more of my cock in her expert mouth. She continued the slow sweet style, taking just a bit more of my shaft in her mouth at a time.



I don’t know how long she had my cock in her mouth before she finally took my erection out and requested, “Son, I desperately need to taste your cum. I don’t mean to be crass or anything, but I love the taste of cum. Your dad used to fulfill this need. So please, I want you to shoot a big full load of your cum down my throat. Think you can do that for Mommy?”



Still feeling like a horny teenager from every eighties sex comedy, I just babbled a bunch of incoherent words that implied yes.



She took my cock back in her mouth. Unlike the slow tenderness of a couple minutes ago, this time she devoured my cock whole. She deep throated me and then bobbed up and down like a porn star. Not surprisingly, I didn’t last long under such intense pleasure. I grunted, “I’m coming Mommy.” A few seconds later I exploded my cum down my Mother’s throat. Unlike most girls, she didn’t miss a beat, as she continued the fast-paced assault on my cock, long after my cum had all been swallowed.



Suddenly with a confidence I didn’t know was in me, I pulled out and aggressively pushed her onto the grass onto her back and opened her legs. I pulled her bikini bottom to the side and dove into my Mother’s cunt. I licked her hairy pussy eager to return the favour and get her off.



My Mom’s cunt was already sopping wet and within seconds of my tongue on her pussy lips, she got animated.”Oh yes, Jacks, your tongue feels so good on Mommy’s cunt.” She moved her ass up and down attempting to fuck herself with my tongue. I continued to lick and heard her scream, “Fuck, Jacks, I’m coming.” Seconds later I was sprayed by a river of juice.



I continued licking, eager to swallow as much of my Mother’s juice as I could. Finally, she said the words I had dreamt about for years, “Jacks, I want you in me. Come fuck Mommy.”



She quickly pulled off her bikini bottom to give me easier access to her pussy. I didn’t have to be told twice. I quickly positioned myself on top of her and slid easily into her warm oasis. I moved in and out slowly and leaned forward to kiss her beautiful mountains of flesh, which were sadly still partially hidden by her skimpy bikini top. As I kissed and gently sucked on the top of her breasts, she moaned, “Does my son want to suck on the same breasts he once nursed?”



“Badly,” I mumbled, my lips never leaving her body.



She leaned forward and slipped out of her last piece of clothing.



I just stared at her still amazing firm breasts and her big hard nipples. I instinctively took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. So focused on my Mommy’s delicious tits I had stopped fucking her, my cock resting comfortably deep inside her. I took her other nipple into my mouth and resumed my slow fucking of my Mother. This tender intimate scene lasted over ten minutes before it was interrupted by the shocked words of my middle brother.



“Holy fucking shit!” Adam said, clearly shocked by what he was witnessing.



I looked up and saw my two brothers both staring at the sight of their mother being fucked by their oldest sibling.



Before I had a chance to speak, although I had no idea what I would have possibly said, my very drunk and horny Mother shocked us all. “Don’t just stand there like a couple of wankers. Come and join us.”



Adam, who had a reputation of fucking anything that moved, had no moral reservations about the fact that it was his Mother and was naked and his dick revving to go in a heartbeat. He walked over to my Mom and presented his rod to his Mother’s mouth.



My Mother didn’t say anything, but instead took her middle son’s cock in her mouth.



My youngest brother stood motionless, clearly in a state of shock by what he was seeing. My cock was still lodged deep inside my horny Mother. I was in awe as I watched as Mom gobbled up my brother’s, to my great pride, smaller cock. Kevin still hadn’t moved.



My Mother quit sucking Dave’s cock and looked directly at her youngest, eighteen-year old son, and ordered, like a Mother would scold her son, “Get your ass over here now, young man.”



Kevin seemed to waken from his stunned stupor and shyly walked over to the incestuous act that was currently taking place.



Adam attempted to help, “Get naked, man.”



Mom looked at her nervous son and asked, “Don’t I turn you on?”



Kevin finally stammered, “Y-y-yes.”



“Then come join the party,” Mom suggested before turning to me and ordering, “and you, get back to what you were doing to me.”



“Yes, Mom,” I absurdly replied, and began pumping her pussy again.



Adam said, “Kevin it’s now or never. Time to lose that cherry.”



Mom’s face got even more excited, “My little Kevin is still a virgin?”



Kevin sheepishly whispered, “Yes.”



“Well we better change that,” Mom announced matter-of-factly. Kevin nervously undressed and as soon as he was naked, Mom pulled him in and took his cock, that was slightly larger than either of his older brother’s, in her mouth. She sucked him like a horny slut desperate to get a cock nice and hard. Although Kevin’s mind may have been contemplating resisting, his cock had other thoughts. Clearly horny and in charge, my mother, like a drill sergeant in charge of pleasure, ordered, “Jacks, take a break. Let’s let Kevin feel what it’s like to be with a woman.



I reluctantly pulled my cock out of my Mother. Mom ordered Kevin, “Lay down baby, let Mommy take care of you.”



Kevin lay on the blanket and watched as his Mother straddled him and easily engulfed his cock inside her cunt. She bounced up and down, her beautiful tits bouncing in unison while she took her son’s virginity.



Adam, not one to wait patiently, moved up and offered his cock to my Mother’s mouth. My mom purred, “Oh Adam, you are such a dirty boy.” Without another word, she took her middle son’s cock in her mouth.



After only a couple of minutes of riding her son’s cock, Kevin warned, “Mom, I am going to come.”



Mom took her other son’s cock out of her mouth and ordered, “Fill your Mommy with your hot seed, son.”



Mom continued bouncing up and down on her son’s cock and within a few seconds Kevin bellowed, “I’m coming Mommy!”



Mom milked her youngest son’s cock, extracting every last drop.



As soon as Kevin was done, Adam ordered. “Move it little man, time for a real man to fuck our Mother.”



Mom gave a slutty smirk, “You better not be all talk.”



Adam flipped my Mother onto her back on the ground and drove into her, Kevin getting out of the way just in time. Mom instantly got animated, “You like fucking your Mother, don’t you, you dirty boy?”



“I have wanted to do this for years,” my middle brother growled between thrusts.



“Oh yes, fuck me son. Fuck me hard. Yes,” my mother wailed.



Kevin and I watched our brother hammer away at our Mother, neither of us really believing what was happening. After a few minutes of hardcore fast-paced fucking, my Mother screamed, “I’m coming sonnnnn!”



This made Adam smile and he kept drilling her cunt furiously while our Mother’s orgasm shook through her. A variety of erotic moans and screams echoed as an everlasting orgasm continued to pulse through Mom.



Finally, my brother asked, “Where do you want my cum, Mother?”



My mom shamelessly begged, ” Fill me with your cum, son,”



Adam continued pounding Mom until his face changed and he grunted, “I’m coming Mommy.” He buried his cock deep into Mom and shot his wad inside her.



Both Kevin and I were hard again and Mom, who clearly was insatiable, ordered, “Kevin come lay back down for Mommy.”



I was disappointed. This had begun as an intimate evening with just Mom and I and now I was getting left out. Once Kevin was on the ground, Mom straddled him for a second time. This time though she ordered me, “Get over here, Jacks, and fuck your Mother’s ass.”



I couldn’t believe it. Kevin and I were going to DP our beautiful mother. I quickly got behind my Mother, who leaned forward giving me easy access to her rosebud. I slid my rod between her sweet ass cheeks.



My Mom, clearly impatient, ordered, “Stop admiring your Mother’s ass and fill it with your meat.”



Needing no further encouragement, I slowly began to penetrate my Mom’s rear. It was incredibly tight. Once half my dick was in her ass, she surprised me by pushing back and taking the majority of my cock in her butt. My Mother demanded, “Now stop being a fucking pansy and fuck your Mom’s ass.”



Slightly embarrassed by my Mother’s scolding and determined to make her happy, like I had always attempted to, I began to fuck my Mom’s ass. She leaned forward and began a very non-mother-son-like kiss with Kevin. I leaned forward as well to deeper fill my Mom’s ass. From this position, I seemed powerful and began to thrust in and out of my Mother, giving an extra hard thrust each time. The hard thrusts forced my Mom to quit kissing her youngest son and move her hands out to hold herself up.



“Oh yes, Jacks, that’s it baby, fuck Mommy’s ass. Fuck it deep and hard. Yes,” she moaned.



Her words were quickly muffled by Adam who ordered, “No reason I should be left out of this. Now suck my cock, Mommy slut.”



I looked up, thinking Adam may have gone too far, but instead heard Mom ask, “And how do I compare to all the other sluts you have fucked?”



Adam shoved his cock in her mouth and said, “So far so good, slut. But let’s see how you worship my cock.”



I continued ramming my rod in my Mom’s still incredibly tight ass and soon she adjusted and we were like a well-oiled machine. With each thrust forward, she deep-throated most of Adam’s cock and when I pulled back, so did she. There was a bizarre symmetry to the triple penetration of our mother.

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