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"I hope you don't mind. I invited Alison in for a shower."

I realized I was still naked and started to grab for the sheets to cover up out of reflex, but there was no need, I was already under the covers.

"Don't worry, she didn't see a thing. But I got a few nice shots while you were sleeping." A mischievous grin appeared on her face. "Like I said, you can delete what you want though."

"I've got a challenge for you, for us." Kati continued, with a sparkle in her eye, "What do you say we see if we can get Alison to pose for a few pictures, and see how much she is willing to reveal?"

"You are a wild one, aren't you? What the hell, I don't think there is going to be anything better to do."

"Ok, pretend you are asleep again."

She got up and went to the bathroom door she knocked. "It's just me, Kati," she said as she opened the door a crack. "Can I come in?"

"Ya," I heard just over the running water.

Kati slipped in with her camera in hand.. I rolled over and buried my face half way in a pillow. Peeking at the clock radio I could make you the reflection of Kati slipping into the bathroom, leaving the door half open. It looked like she was holding the camera up over the shower curtain to get a picture of Alison.

I could faintly hear the women chatting a bit as the shower was turned off.

"So you fucked him?" Alison asked. With the door open and the water off it was easy to hear.

I shifted a bit to be more comfortable, but insuring that I was still covered and could still see the reflection of the bathroom.

"Ya, I was feeling horny in the shower, so I baited him a bit by only wearing a towel out after my shower. While he was in the shower I slipped on one of his shirts. You should have seen his face on both counts, trying not to stare but still really wanting a good look. I managed to spill something on the shirt while eating, so just had to take it off and things took off from there. Hey, that's cool. How long have you had your nipple rings?"

I tried to peek in the reflection on the alarm clock, but only could see Kati facing the shower.

"I got them several years ago on a dare from a girlfriend, and also hoping it would spice things up with my soon to be ex-husband. Needless to say, they didn't do much for him, but I still like them. What I would give for a good fuck. Must be near two years since I last got some."

"Well, they look nice on you. I know this might sound weird, but would you mind if I took a picture of them? I wouldn't include your face and I'll show you the pictures I took of Bill."

"Ok, a couple, but just the rings. I always look fat in pictures."

I tried to peek again, only to see Kati lifting the camera and snapping a couple shots.

"You know, you photograph well. You don't look fat at all. If you wanted to, I could get you work modeling. Some would let you hide your face, but for most you would have to smile. See, here look at the couple I took."

I could see her hold out the camera, with the tiny display facing Alison.

"I thought you weren't going to include my face?" Alison mock protested.

"I just had to, other wise you wouldn't believe me that you look good in pixels. Want to take a few more?" Kati baited.

"Only if I get them and you don't even keep any copies."

"Fine by me. We can delete anything and it is gone – never happened. Let me get a couple while your are still in the shower. There, hold the towel up a bit. Good, now hold it out. Nice."

Peeking I could see Kati backing out of the bathroom door, making room for Alison to exit the shower.

"What about the door?"

"Don't worry, he's still sleeping." Kati look back at me over her shoulder. "And what's the big deal? I thought you wanted to get fucked anyway. Now, wrap yourself in the towel and step up to the mirror."

I could see just past Kati, as Alison followed her instructions. He didn't look as heavy as she did when I first saw her at the airport. Alison looked past Kati into the room. I prayed she hadn't seen me peeking as I closed my eyes.

"Good, now redo your towel just around your waist. Look into the mirror."

I couldn't resist and opened my eyes again. I could just make out her large tits and little flashes of light reflecting off her rings. I so wanted to turn and get a good look.

"Ok, now take the towel and dry your hair."

I could just see her ass as Kati moved to take more pictures. It was a bit on the large side for my taste, but at least it was not rippling with fat.

"How do you feel?" Asked Kati as, she moved closer to Alison.

"A bit nervous, but also a bit excited."

"Can a take a few more pictures?"

"Sure."

Kati was blocking any chance of a view now.

"May I see your rings?"

"Ok." There was a slight pause. "Hmmm, sorry it just feels good to have some one touch me, even if you're just checking out the jewelry."

"How about this?" Kati said in a soft voice.

"Oh, that's nice. I've never been touched that way by another woman."

"Relax then, if it becomes uncomfortable I can stop."

My cock was swelling at the thought of the two women going at it. I peeked again at my make shift mirror. Kati had on hand on Alison's breast and appeared to have her mouth on the other. Alison was looking down at her, towel still in one hand while the other was coming to rest on the back of Kati's head.

Kati began kissing her way down to Alison's pussy, as she dropped to her knees. Alison made no attempt to resist.

Looking up, Kati said "How about we move to the bed?"

Suddenly self conscious, Alison moved back pulled the towel up, and looked my way.

"Come on, you were the one wanting a good fuck. What guy would turn down two women making out in his bed as he woke up?" Kati tried to keep Alison in the moment.

Alison looked down at her. Kati reached up and tugged at the towel. I closed my eyes.

"Come on sweetie, give it a try."

It was torture not seeing what was happening. There was a long silence, or at least it seem very long trying to discern what was happening just by sound. Then it was clear, I heard foot steps approaching the bed.

"Just lay down and let me take care of you."

I could feel Alison climb on the bed next to me. I could hear Kati taking off my shirt she was wearing and slipping off her shorts.

"Relax" I heard Kati say as I could feel her climbing on the bed too.

My cock was rock hard as I imagined what was happening, based on the sounds next to me in bed. How long did I wait to "wake up"? I so wanted to see Alison's tits with their rings, and to have Kati suck my cock again.

"Hmmmm, that feels so good." Alison let out.

"Good, that's just what I wanted to hear. It makes me feel good too."

I could feel more movement near the bottom of the bed.

Alison moaned again.

"Hmmm, you taste so good," Kati cooed as Alison moaned some more.

I couldn't stand it any more and started to roll over.

The first thing I saw as Alison's knees, spread apart and Kati's head in her crotch. Kati tilted her head up enough to make eye contact and continued licking Alison. Kati's arms were wrapped around outside Alison's legs so she could reach up and fondle Alison's tits.

I placed my hand on Alison pale, white stomach, gliding toward her large boobs. I was temporarily mesmerized by her nipple rings. One was a small gold hoop on the right and on the left a sliver barbell. As my hand reached the breast closest to me, Kati's hand moved over to my chest and stared down, pulling away the sheet.

Finally I looked Alison in the face. Her face was red and the expression hard to read. She looked at me with cold blue eyes that sparkled. She gave a half smile. Was she embarrassed, excited, on the verge of orgasm?

I tweaked the barbell and she closed her eyes Alison reached out with her hand and grabbed my cock, gently sliding her hand up and down the shaft. I could feel what must have been Kati's free hand fondling my balls.

Shifting around I began teasing the barbell nipple with my tongue, moving my hand to her other breast. My hand intertwined with Kati's as we kneaded the flesh. A shiver traversed Alison's body as I began to suck on the erect nipple.

I felt awkward ignoring Kati, with Alison getting all the attention. Not having been with more than one woman at a time, I wasn't sure what to do. I also felt I was getting close to blowing my wad and wanted to bury my rod somewhere before making a mess.

Alison was beginning to pant. She must be getting very close. I decided I wanted my cock in her mouth as she came, so got up and straddled her, knees on either side and my hands on the wall above the head board as I poked her face. She took the hint and opened her mouth, bringing me in as her tongue wiggled around my head as it passed back toward her throat. She looked me in the eye as she tried to move me in and out with the little room she had between me and the pillow.

I rocked a bit, driving my cock to the back of her throat, causing her to gag a bit. I didn't care that much, it felt good to me. Apparently it wasn't so bad for her as she started to try to scream as her body convulsed with the waves of the orgasm racking her body. I continued banging her until I shot cum down her throat.

I felt movement on the bed and hands reaching around my chest, teasing my nipples. Kati was there. I turned my head toward her and was treated to a big wet kiss. I could taste Alison as tongues spared.

Now completely spent, I pulled my dick out of Alison's mouth and climbed off of her. Although awkward with the three of us on the bed I reach down to finger Kati's pussy again. She was dripping wet. I started to move my head toward her pussy, but she protested.

"No," she said softly. "I want Alison to do it."

Alison moved cautiously into position. Then with her tongue sticking out she slowly moved in until it just brushed Kati's pussy lips.

"Ohhh, that's it." Kati encouraged. "Just like that. Do it just how you would want it done for you."

I fondled Kati's breasts with one hand as I watched Alison's exploration. Kati pulled my head toward hers and whispered in my ear.

"Get the camera and take a few pictures. I want something more to help remember this."

I moved off and retrieved the camera from the desk. I snapped a picture from behind Alison, with Kati smiling above her. Moving around the bed I got a few from the side and then several looking down at Alison over Kati's beautiful tits.

"Ok, give me that and you take a turn." Kati suggested to me.

Handing the camera over I stretched out next to her on the bed with my head near her crotch. I gently nudged Alison out of the way and began working on Kati's clit again. Alison sat there watching.

"Come up here with me," Kati called to Alison. "Give me a kiss."

Kati seemed to be having fun directing the action. Alison complied, at lease she moved away and the sounds I heard were consistent with kissing.

"Thank you," Kati said softly. "I really enjoyed being the first woman you tasted. It made it exciting for me. I hope you enjoyed it too."

"It was different, but I think I like it, but I still like the feel of a penis in me. It is also a bit weird being with more than one person." Alison replied bashfully.

"Ya, the first time is like that. Here, touch me like this" More direction from Kati. "Ya, that's it. Ohhh, you do that well. Now use your tongue."

I wanted so bad to look but couldn't from my angle. I started to move, but then a hand grabbed my cock and prevented me from moving further.

"Where do you think your going?" There was a gentle tough and then the soft, warm brush of a tongue on tip of my limp prick. This was followed by my being sucked fully in the mouth and bitten gently. By reflex I tried to pull away, but she only bit harder. I froze as pain replaced the odd sensation of teeth on my cock. She returned to gently chewing on my meat as it slowly began to harden again.

I did my best to not stop stimulating Kati through all this and was rewarded as her body shook as she approached orgasm.

My dick slipped out of Kati's mouth as she moaned, climax rocking her body. With my head between her legs she squeezed her thighs together, trapping me as she shuddered and twisted.

After a short while she relaxed and released my head and I turned myself around, so we had our heads resting on pillows at the top of the bed. Kati was in the middle recovering as rested my hand on her breast as we all rested for a bit.

Just as my hard-on started to fade, Alison reached out and stroked my cock.

"Will you come over here?" She asked, tugging gently on my dick.

I climbed over Kati as Alison guided me between her open legs. I slipped right in and began pounding away at her pussy.

Kati slid off the bed and snapped a couple pictures before returning Alison's side. There she began playing with Alison's tits.

It wasn't too long before Alison was cuming again. It took a while before I was able to release, but when I did it was worth it. It was the best feeling as energy just seemed to blast through me, and finally collapsing between the women exhausted.

As we lay there in our various states of exhaustion and ecstasy we all drifted off to sleep.

I woke up with a euphoric feeling. Everything seemed just right. The bed was just the right temperature and the sheets were just the right softness, but in this case included the soft and warm female bodies on either side of me. Ok, it wasn't a dream. I was on my side facing Alison, asleep on her back, with my arm draped over her. Kati was spooning me and had her arm over me, with her hand resting just bellow Alison's breasts.

I lay there reveling in the sensations afforded by three naked bodies sandwiched together, the scent of our sweat on the sheets. Replaying the course of events leading to this point several thoughts kept returning. "You lucky son of a bitch," although I had fantasized about a threesome, the closes I had ever come was watching a porno. "What the fuck are you doing?" If Jenni ever found out.... "What do we do now?"

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a sheet of paper sliding under the hotel room door. After a few minutes curiosity got the best of me and I moved go get up. Alison stirred slightly, turning her had toward me and opening her eyes. There was an initial flash of surprise, which quickly melted into a smile of recognition. She leaned forward and kissed me.

"Thanks for sharing your bed," she whispered. "Sleeping on the couch in the lobby would have sucked."

"My pleasure," I replied as I continued to get up.

"Where are you going?" Kati asked.

"Got to use the bathroom." Which was true. I twisted around and kissed her

Sliding of the end of the bed I paused to enjoy the view of the naked women in the bed. Kati slid over and snuggled in next to Alison, giving her a kiss on the shoulder before resting her head on the pillow.

I retrieved the slip of paper from the door and headed in to the bathroom. Closing the door I flipped on the light, damn that was bright. Sitting on the toilet I peed as I read. "Thanksgiving dinner will be available in the hotel restaurant starting at 1pm or can be delivered by room service. Please place room service orders by 11am."

Finished with my business, I turned the light out and left the bathroom. There was just enough light from outside the window to see the lovely shapes of the women laying in bed as my eyes adjusted to the dark.

I spooned in behind Kati, but couldn't resist fondling her breast as I brought my arm around to snuggle in. Given how they were laying together, I also managed to get Alison's breast too. All the while nuzzling my cock to rest in Kati's crack.

"Trying to start something again?" Kati whispered.

I said nothing as I let my hand go limp on their tits. Kissing her bare shoulder I nuzzled my face into her hair as my head rested on the pillow again. I drank in the sweet smell of her hair as I drifted off to sleep again.

I woke to the sound of the TV. The room was a bit brighter from the light coming through the window between the crack in the curtains. It was still over cast and blowing snow. Alison was sitting up surfing through the channels.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Seven. I couldn't handle laying there any longer. Sorry if I woke you."

"No problem. I am usually up much earlier."

I slipped away from Kati and headed for the bathroom for a shower. After starting the water for the shower, I made a short detour to the toilet, before stepping under the warm water. It felt good as I turned it a bit hotter.

"Mind if I join you?" It was Alison's voice.

"I don't have a problem with that," I replied as I poured some shampoo in my and began to lather up.

I leaned out of the way to allow the water to hit her body as she reached for the mini bar of soap. After rubbing the bar in her hands, rather than washing herself she put her soapy hands on me. Starting on my chest and working down to my cock and balls.

"Thank you for sharing your room with me, and thanks for last night," she said as she looked me in the eyes, all the while stroking dick as it grew hard.

"Your welcome. And thank you too. I don't know of much worse than spending a night alone in a hotel room."

"Ya, I agree. I have had far too much of that lately. I wish..." ..She left the sentence unfinished.

I could feel the shampoo running down my forehead, toward my eyes. She reached up to wipe the suds away.

"You better rinse before it gets in you eyes."

I leaned back and began to rinse my hair. She continued stroking my cock. As I finished rinsing I felt her mouth on my dick. Sucking with a passion, gently she squeezed my balls as she worked her tongue around my cock. With her vigorous activity it wasn't long before I was cuming in her mouth. She consumed it as if it were some special treat from childhood and seemed slightly disappointed when is was gone.

"That was great! Thanks," I said as she stood up.

"Your welcome," she said in a mockingly over polite voice. "Thank you," she continued as she leaned in for a kiss.

With our tongues dancing, I could taste the saltiness of my cum in her mouth. I reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her tight against me. She traced her hands up my chest and neck until they rested on either side of my head.

Breaking our kiss, Alison guided my had down until I engaged her left breast with my mouth and tongue. I brought my left hand up to caress her idle right tit, while my right hand found it's way to her pussy. Slowly we turned so the shower was at her back and she pushed me down. I kissed her stomach as I went to my knees. I kept kissing until I flicked my tongue out between her swollen pussy lips. It was wonderful to work her shaved pussy. No stray hair in up the nose or in the mouth. The only drag was the water running down her body into my face. I alternated between squeezing her ass and her tits as I teased her clit with my tongue. I didn't have to work too long before she began to moan and held tight to as much of my hair she could grab. Her body went rigid, then shuddered as the waves of orgasm over took her. I dutifully kept up until she pushed my face way from her pussy.

Dropping to her knees she kissed me, "Oh, thank you. That was wonderful. Just how I dreamed it last night."

Grabbing my cock in one hand and gently pushing me back until I was lying down in the tub, straddling me she guided my semi-rigid cock into her pussy and started fucking me.

"Was this part of your dream too?" I asked, shielding my face from hot water still flowing from the shower.

"No, I just felt like I need a dick in me, and you just happen to have one. Oh, you do feel so good," she said as she road me.

Leaning forward a bit she shielded me from the water, so I handled her tits some more. Having been so busy of late, it was taking me longer to climax, but she was still enjoying herself too. Twisting my arm around I was able to get a finger on her clit as she bounced up and down.

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We have been friends with Melanie and Paul for years and just when you think you know some one really well live has a way of surprising you.

Paul had just got a new computer and rang me to come on over and set it up for him. I did not want but Jane my wife insisted, "It will give us chance to catch up with them we have not seen the in few months,"

"No the game is just about to start on TV I protested." She gave me one of those looks "go get cleaned up and we'll go over."

"Get cleaned up I said I'm just setting up a computer."

"Do It" she said sternly. I heard her on the phone while I was up stairs, "Yes he getting ready we'll be there it I just can't wait to see his face."

We got there Melanie greeted us at the door looking a little flushed and took Jane straight in to the living room, "Hi Tony get a beer Paul's upstairs." The computer was in the main bedroom. Paul had already got it up and running and was surfing the net.

"You don't need me then," I said, still standing at the doorway. "Well you can help me do some fine-tuning can't you" he replied. "Have a beer and relax unwind see what I found." I took a closer look at what Paul had found He was at a porn site the pictures were of group sex. There were two guys and a girl she was on all fours a guy fucking her doggie style and while she was sucking the other ones cock, "Interesting what else is there" I said taking a gulp of beer, the site was full of gang bang and lesbian sex.

We had a few beers and Paul and I started to pick out a few of the images we liked. Paul really got hooked on the two guys and girl thing. "That's one of Melane's fantasies it really gets her horny" The thought of Melanie in that position started getting me a little horny too "yer its one of Jane's too" I replied. I clicked on a picture to enlarge it. It was of a cock between a huge pair if tits the spunk was dripping down her chin on to her erect nipples. "Melanie can't do that, not big enough tits he moaned but I bet Jane can" laugh Paul. "Jane can and she good at it two you don't now what you missing" I added. I liked the one were two women were giving a guy a blowjob. "I always wanted to have that done to me" I moaned to Paul. "Let Jane give me the tit job and I let Melanie give you the blowjob with Jane."

"Yer in you're dreams" I said. But the thought stayed with me watching Jane 's Tits with Paul's cock thrusting between them started a stirring in my groin.

We had a few more beers and looked at more porn we had completely forgotten about the girls down stairs. We had just started to look at the lesbian pictures when a voice said from the doorway " What's keeping you two so interested that you can't spend time with the two of us." The girls were standing there; Jane was taking a sip from her wineglass trying not to giggle. Melanie came over to the computer "I bet if Jane and I had been doing that you would have downstairs soon enough." The image was of two women one with her leg spread wide the other was slipping two fingers in to her cunt the juices from her pussy were running down her fingers her tongue out stretched licking the aroused clit, the first women had her head thrown back in pleasure. Jane came over and stood behind Paul, she saw the picture and giggled. " How do you know we have not been entertaining each other that way "

" If you had Tony and I would have been down like stairs like lighting. Any way Tony and I have already decided you two are doing for us tonight. "

There was a silence for a few moments then Melanie who was standing with her back pressed in to me. "I hope it ready dirty Jane and I are ready for a good fuck its taken too long for you to get Tony to in the right frame of mind Paul we have had to find our own entertainment, that worn out porno video of yours Paul "

With that Paul clicked on the Pictures we had viewed and said Tony says I can have one of these if he has this, I was about to protest when Jane said " it's fine by me Tony fanaticized about having sex with you two."

With that Paul spun the chair round. Jane's tits were at head height he reached up with both hands and began to squeeze them together and tongue her nipples through her blouse her nipple's stood out she pushed his head closer and moaned with pleasure. Melanie turned to me pressing her hand to my now erect cock " let's make your fantasy come true, Paul has always Jane's tits you want me and Jane to suck your cock. Jane and I want to know what it's like to lick another women's pussy, lets make everyone fantasy come true that's what friends are for.

With that she undid my zip and puled out my throbbing cock and went down on it licking the throbbing head and pushing it deep in to her mouth.

Jane stood back from Paul and quickly undressed Pauline tore his clothes of with glee and sat down on the chair Jane mounted Paul in one easy movement she rocked her hips in slow long thrusts as he sucked on her erect nipples his hand squeezed and mauled her large tits much to her delight.

Jane licked my erection from base to tip her tongue circling the very end of my dick before I forced the full length in her tight mouth. Any objection I had to my wife being fuck in front of me were now subsiding with the pleasure of the blowjob I was receiving, in fact the feeling of jealousy was adding to the excitement. I thrust my cock in to Melanie mouth griping her hair and forcing her to take the full length in her wet willing mouth.' Her moans, made Paul and Jane aware of what she was she was doing "don't make him to excited I want to have some of his cum too,"Jane said Melanie stood up in front of me and striped of her dress to reveal well-tanned body. She removed her bra and panties and the helped me out of my clothes she pushed me to the top of the bed spread my legs and turned round and sat between them my cock throbbing against the small of her back. Let's watch them for awhile " I reached down to her rounded breast and fondled her nipple with one hand and stretch a hand down to the moistened slit with the other.

Jane was on at the point of orgasm her moans were getting louder and louder,"fuck me harder "she cried she arched her back as Paul grabbed her hips and thrust hard in to her pussy. Her orgasm was long and load she griped the chair and fell limp on Paul's erect cock. In one quick movement he lifted her from the chair and on to the bed. "Your tits" he said he quickly placed his cock between her ample breasts she squeezed them together his cock glistened with her cum juices his hips quickly gained motion. In a few thrust he was coming over her tits and face. She smiled with pleasure. The spunk dripped from her chin as looked towards me.

Melanie had two fingers in her own cunt thrusting them in and out at great speed and encouraging her husband to shot his seed on to my wife, while I rub her clit and squeezed her nipples between my fingers she responded by thrusting her fingers deep in her slit, her body shuddered with her orgasm as Paul shot his load on to Jane. She moved over to Jane and licked the cum from her face and slowly moved down to her breasts encircling each nipple and sucking her husbands juice from Jane's body. Jane was now grasping Melanie head forced her down on her pussy, she bite her erect clit and parted Jane's lips with her fingers and entered her with her with her tongue.

I could wait no longer Melanie's pussy had to be filled I knelt behind her and forced my dick in to that well moist slit she did not stop from the task in hand. Jane was orgasming from the tonguing she was getting and Melanie pussy was griping my cock from the orgasm she was having I shot my load deep into her cunt. I thrust harder a Jane shouted encouragement "fill her pussy I want to taste you in side her" With that Melanie and Jane changed places I sat back and watched as my wire changed positions will Melanie she licked her pussy with eagerness her tongue entering her moist cunt to taste my newly deposited seed. Melanie continued orgasm shouting, her enjoyment with increasing volume.

Paul entered Jane pumping his now erect cock with great speed until he too could now longer stand it he pulled his cock from Jane's cunt and shot over her ass he continued to jerk his cock off until the last drops spurted on to Jane her inserted a finger in to Jane's ass she responded my pushing her self on to him harder, is some thing I've though about doing to her when we've doing it doggy style but this just sent me over the top. I could not wait any longer I pulled her head from Melanie's pussy and on to my cock. "I want my turn" I said with that both women began to suck my cock, Paul was still playing with Jane's arse much to her delight Mel was sucking on the head of my cock while Jane tongued the length of my weapon then in turn they would swap actions several times my pleasure increased knowing Paul was pleasing Jane at the same time. I shot my load deep into Melanie's mouth she swallowed the first shots and then Jane took the rest moaning with pleasure as Paul pushed harder in to her She dropped forward with her own orgasm taking me deep in to her throat.

We all rested and talked about what had happened they had planed it I was set up Jane wanted to spice thing up in our sex life they had wanted to try Something new. Jane admitted had played with each others pussy's while Paul had I had been on the computer and were not going to let the evening pass without us becoming more friendly.

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Marie and Belinda sat at a table in the hotel bar miserably drinking cheap white wine. "Miserable" I have written and miserable they were, despite the false laughter, giggles and nudges that went on between them.

Their artificial merriment was for the benefit of the men standing around in the bar. Looking round you could see that the men's ages ranged from those pretending to be of legal age to drink alcohol to upward of ninety. Most of them were drinking beer, but a few more prosperous looking types were on the spirits. As for Marie and Belinda, they were in their forties.

To describe them briefly I would say that Marie was buxom, full breasted – very full breasted - ripe of lip and the mother of three teenage children. Broad but not unappealing hips were supported by sturdy legs. One of the beer drinkers nudged his companion and nodding his head towards Marie said, "She'd suck yer in a blow yer out like bubbles mate."

Belinda was slighter of build and taller than Marie, with firm little breasts that pushed unbridled against the tight top she was wearing, and thus displaying rather delectable looking nipples. It was her legs, however, that were her main attraction. They were displayed beneath a very short skirt that seemed hardly to cover her sex organ, and were long and slender. From between those legs two offspring had entered the world.

The commentator on Marie further speculated on Belinda; "Cor, I wouldn't mind getting between her legs."

The two women had been out to see a film and had decided to drop in at the pub for a drink on the way home. They often went to see films together but this was their first ever pub adventure.

I should explain that they known each other since they first went to school aged five. They had gone to same Sunday School and still attended the same church. They had played in the same basket ball teams and played tennis for the same club.

On leaving school and taking on office jobs they both kept in touch, and got married within six months of each other, both being in their twenty second year on this earth.

Now in their forties they still shared large parts of each other's lives, and were now faced with a similar problem.

Perhaps it was Marie who stated the problem most elegantly; "Sid never gives me enough." Belinda put it more crudely, "My bastard fucks me about once a month if I'm lucky."

From this it is not difficult to deduce that these two ladies were suffering from a severe shortage of sensual gratification. Further to this, our heroines had that disturbing feeling that they had somehow missed out on their teenage years.

They had both gone to the marital bed as virgins, having had little more than a few fumbles with the boys after leaving the church youth club on Wednesday nights. The men they had married were church boys, Sid and Brian. Both were safe and secure in their jobs as accountants; as it is often said of such men, "They're good husbands and fathers and good providers." But as Belinda put it in her summarising manner, "They're so bloody dull."

Hence the two ladies tended to spend days with the dull ache of blood infused organs of reproduction that could only be dispelled by the various techniques of self relief. Add all together and you will understand that there was a potentially volatile situation.

The first sign that this volatility was about to take effect might have been observed when Belinda took to wearing what she believed to be the garb of female youth, namely, the short, leg revealing skirt. Actually this tended to be the fashion some twenty five years before, the modern female having passed on to jeans and midriff revealing tops.

Marie on the other hand, still retained her more respectable cotton and synthetic suits, but had so far hopefully enhanced her appeal by resorting to fish net stockings.

Now they had taken, for the first time, the bold step of entering Satan's Palace of Sin, the pub, and were actually sitting there drinking alcohol while looking over and being looked over by Satan's disciples as they drank their beer and spirits.

They of course had told each other that they were only going into the pub to find out what it was like, and then they would leave. Now on their third glass of inferior plonk, and the pub world looking quite a pleasing environment. they made no shift to leave it.

There had been a number of comments of a suggestive nature come their way from the males, to which the ladies responded with giggles and titters. Then at one point one of the spirit drinkers came to their table, sat down, and then speaking very quietly said, "Why don't you two silly cows stop pretending to be what you're not and piss off home before you get into trouble." Having said his piece the man returned to the bar and ordered another whisky.

Marie and Belinda, bold as they had tried to appear in this environment of unrighteousness, were startled by the stranger's words.

"Perhaps we'd better go," quavered Marie.

"I suppose," muttered Belinda, "it's getting late."

Having decided to depart from Hell's Kitchen, but before they could make the move, they were joined by not one, but four young males of virile appearance who surrounded them at the table, one of whom addressed them thus: "Buy yer a drink, ladies?"

In fact the ladies had been observing this male foursome for some time. There had been much nudging and winking in the direction of the women, and this had been responded to with twitters and titters by the ladies.

Belinda had been in the act of gathering up her hand bag as she rose from her chair, but now she put it down and resumed her seat. "Don't mind if we do," she responded, looking meaningfully at Marie.

Introductions were effected but I shall not relate the names of the boys since the ladies have requested me not to do so. Drink orders were given and carried out and cheery communications begun along the lines of "Where yer from?" "Come here often?" "Yer married?" and similar intellectual inquisitions.

As the conversation progressed it was suggested that the pub was a "dump" and they had plenty of booze back at their place so why didn't they go there?

Marie and Belinda had by now imbibed deeply of Beelzebub's Brew and were feeling somewhat befuddled. The floor seemed to be moving up and down and the walls wouldn't keep still. The boy's faces seemed to swim in space before them and at one point they felt themselves being helped to their feet and escorted from the den of iniquity.

From a long way off a voice said, "Leave yer car here, we'll drive yer back later."

Somehow they found themselves on the back seat of a strange car with two young men, the other two seated in the front. One of them was talking on a mobile phone.

Off they went through streets where the street lights seemed to be strangely blurred and although they had passed through these same streets many times, they seemed totally unfamiliar.

"I feel sick," groaned Marie. The car was stopped and her head pushed out of an open window from which she expelled a considerable quantity of the wine she had been drinking. This, however, did nothing to change the fact the whole world was spinning round her.

Neither of the ladies have any clear recollection of what happened next, nor any idea of how they got up the stairs to a third floor flat. It was only much later that they discovered that they had been in a flat three stories up.

The only recollection that Marie has is that she was seated on a sofa with two boys, one either side of her, with a glass of something in her hand.

Belinda's recollection is that someone was giving her glass of something and saying, "Come on, it'll do yer good."

One strange thing was that the four boys appeared to have multiplied to the extent that the small flat seemed to be crammed with laughing and jocose young men. They span with the rest of the world in a whirling blur.

A voice from a long way off said, "Righto girls, time for a bit of fun."

Both ladies can vaguely recall being picked up bodily and carried to bedrooms. It was to different rooms they were conveyed, and since what occurred in those rooms bore a distinct resemblance, I shall relate what happened to Marie more fully than Belinda's adventure.

In her alcoholic condition Marie was only dimly aware that hands were tugging off her clothing. It was only when she was down to her bras, knickers and fishnet stocking that she managed to bestir herself sufficiently to weakly protest; "What the hell are you doing? Get off me."

Hands held her down while she was divested of the rest of her garments. She made an ineffectual struggle to rise, but the combination of inebriation and strong hands kept her firmly pinned to the bed.

Something...someone...was doing something to her generously proportioned breasts. Two limpets seemed to have attached themselves to her mammary glands apparently bent on sucking something out of them.

It was nice, very nice, and it seemed to have a soothing effect on her, except that occasionally one of the limpets would give a little nip, but even that seemed to induce a strange feeling of pleasure.

Her legs were being drawn apart and something was touching her sex organ. The something entered and began to explore her vaginal tunnel and she made little whinnying noises. It was lovely and she was enjoying it, but in a strange way it seemed to be happening to her and someone else at the same time.

She heard a distant cry and then a voice close to her said, "Okay, she's good and ready."

Someone was lying on top of her, then something was sliding into her vagina...something long, hard yet somehow nice a comforting. It seemed to push into her for ever. It started slowly but moved faster and faster until there was a groan and something warm and sticky was being spurted into her.

She knew what it was because at one time Sid had spurted like that and she'd loved it and never wanted it to stop. Now it did stop and Marie gave a little whimper of complaint. She need not have worried because he was back again, lying on top of her and putting the long hard thing in.

It was lovely but something was happening to her...something that used to happen with Sid. She felt herself start to shake and her nerve ends seemed to tingle. It was coming and it was going to put her through agony.

In an unsteady voice she began to moan, "Don't let it come...don't let it come," but it did come like a raging tiger, shaking her, and too drunk to scream she moaned and wailed softly until the tiger went away.

Another weight came on her body and she began to realise that it was not always the same body or the same long hard thing that filled her up with the sticky stuff. In the midst of this she tried to think what the sticky stuff was called. She knew it made babies inside women, but what was it called? If only the room would stop going round she might be able to remember.

"Sperman; that's what it's called"; the long hard things were putting baby making sperman inside her. Drunkenly she thought, "It only takes one little sperman to make a baby. Perhaps a little sperman will give me a baby and I shall have another limpet."

"It only takes one" began to sing in her head; over and over it said, "it only takes one...it only takes one..."

"But there must be lots more than one," she thought. "Isn't that another hard thing...what do you call it...? God if only the room would keep still...it's a...a...pricknis...yes, Sid had one of those, or at least he used to..."

"Oh God, the tiger is coming again...why won't the pricknis stop...na...na...na...oooh...ow..."

The tiger was going away again and she felt lovely. People were leaving the room. Other people were coming into the room.

There seemed to be a lot of sticky sperman that was growing cold round her sex organ and running down to her backside then to somewhere. "It only takes one."

There was another weight on her and another hard thing. She could hear the grunting and groaning of whoever owned the hard thing. From a distance there was another scream.

Hands had long ceased to hold Marie down. She lay limp and yielding now still thinking, "it only takes one." Pricknesis came into her, put more sperman into her and were gone, to be replaced by another. How many she did not know. The tiger did not come again, so she lay there letting the pricknesis put their sperman into her.

Then there were no more pricknesis. Someone was putting her clothes on. The world was slowing down and a demon was starting to beat her brain with a hammer. She looked around to see four grinning faces, the hands belonging to the faces trying to get her dressed.

She felt weak but managed to whimper, "What's been happening to me? What have you done to me?"

"Giving yer what yer was asking for in the pub. Didn't yer like it?"

"I don't...know...you... raped me..."

"Come off it lady, it's not every woman your age get eight guys in one night; count yerself lucky."

Marie was led out into the lounge and there, supported by two of the boys, was Belinda. Her thighs being well exposed by the short skirt, Marie could see a whitish sticky substance oozing slowly down. "My God, that's sperm," thought Marie, at last being able to get the right word. "They've filled her up with sperm."

With that thought she began to fully appreciate her own condition. Her skirt being longer the dribbling semen was not visible, but she felt its gluey coldness.

"Let's get 'em back to their car," a voice said, and supported by a male on either side they were taken down the stairs. It was then that Marie saw that they had been up three flights.

She was now stale drunk and more aware of what had gone on. Her head was splitting and there was soreness in her sex organ. She wanted to protest, to threaten...to tell them she'd report them to the police. Then she realised that Sid would have to know where she'd been and what had happened. He was not the sort to take that sympathetically, so she stayed silent.

She looked at Belinda. She seemed to be in a trance, unseeing and only moving under the impulsion of her supporting escorts. She smelt a strange odour coming from her that at first she could not identify; then it hit her. "She's stinking of sex!" That brought her back to her own state, and she knew that she must also be exuding the after smell of coitus, made more potent by the number of men she had received.

They arrived back at the pub, now closed for the night. They had been using Marie's car and it was still there in the pub car park. Keys were fumbled for, doors opened and the ladies handed into the car seats.

"Goodnight ladies," chorused male voices, "It's been great," said one"; "Watch out for the cops and the breathalyser," called another.

After a few attempts Marie found the ignition lock and started the car. With the deliberate care of the drunk she drove slowly to Belinda's place. Belinda went to sleep during the drive and had to be woken up when they got to her house.

Marie seemed to have recovered a little more than Belinda, so she had to help Belinda to her front door and find the key in her handbag. Opening the door she said, "Goodnight Bel," and Belinda tripped over the door step and fell. Marie helped her up and said, "Careful Bel."

Belinda whimpered something and went in leaving the door open. Marie shut it and went back to her car and drove home. Putting the car into the driveway she almost tore down the front fence. She managed to find her front door key and opened the door in one go.

She dropped down into an armchair groaning, "Oh God, I feel terrible."

She was sufficiently alert – just – to consider her situation. The sperm had now dried and was caking her inner thighs. She knew she must smell of sex and somehow had to manage a shower.

Looking at the clock she was able, by dint of turning her head back and forth, to finally line it up sufficiently to see that it was a quarter past two. "Bloody hell," she thought, "I'll have to shower quietly or I'll wake everybody up."

She managed to get to the shower, keeping one hand feeling the walls to steady her self. Uncaring she dropped her clothes on the floor and turning the shower on with the lowest possible pressure she washed away the night's transgressions.

Leaving her clothes where they had dropped she made her way to the bedroom. There was one thing in her favour, she and Sid slept in separate beds. Sid was in his bed snoring lustily. Marie, stark naked, fell into her bed.

"Oh God I feel terrible," she moaned, but then a merciful hand grabbed her and dragged her down into a big black hole.

She woke in the morning with the sun streaming in through the window. Marie opened her eyes and shut them again quickly. "Bloody hell, I feel awful," she moaned. Someone was operating a pile driver in her brain; her mouth felt as if it was made of sandpaper; her bowels and bladder were crying out their demands.

Marie was forced to open her eyes just a little and she noted that Sid was gone from his bed and that her clothes of last night were draped over a chair.

She rose from the bed, and then fell back onto it again. "Never again," she thought, "Never again."

Under the impetus of her internal organs she made another attempt to rise and managed it. The next five minutes made her feel a little more at ease, and she went to the shower before realising she was naked. The realisation came when her son Rob hurtling out of his room late for school, stopped in his tracks and gasped, "Mum!"

Marie muttered, "Piss off," and went into the shower.

Rob went his way amazed. He had never seen his mother naked before and until then coarse language had not passed her lips in his presence.

The shower did a little more to revive Marie, but the pile driver was still banging away. She took a couple of aspirin and hoped for relief.

Back in the bedroom she was about to put away her last night's garb when she detected a funny smell.

To this point the pile driver and her other discomforts had held the events of the night in abeyance; now they came leaping to the forefront of her brain; "The flat...the boys...!"

She tried to remember exactly what had happened, but details escaped her. The events were a confused mess. "They stink of sex," she muttered, sniffing the clothes. Among her other aches and pains she became aware that there was soreness in her vagina and her breasts. She looked down at her breasts, then lifting one in her hand she saw some slight bruising round the nipple.

She hastily dropped the breast and dressed. Passing through the kitchen on her way to the laundry she found Sid just about to leave for work.

"What time did you get home last night?" he asked.

"Dunno, about twelve I suppose," lied Marie.

"You left your clothes on the shower room floor and they had a funny smell."

"Ah...yes...well...I played with Bel's cat and I think it was that."

"Ah; see you later then."

Sid went forth to his daily toil leaving behind a much relieved Marie. "That was a narrow escape," she decided.

Putting the offending garments into the washing machine and setting it going she headed for the telephone. She was about to call Belinda when the instrument buzzed. It was Belinda.

"Christ Marie, I feel terrible."

"Take a couple of aspirin," said Marie, who was now feeling a bit better, the pile driver having been reduced to a tack hammer."

"I did," wailed Belinda, "but they haven't done anything."

"You'll have to give them time to work," said Marie somewhat unsympathetically.

"Marie, did it really happen...last night?"

"I'm bloody sure we didn't dream it. I've got a sore...you know what...and bruises round my nipples."

"So have I...Marie...how many were there?"

"I dunno...wait a minute...yes I do...one of the guys said something about me having eight of them.""But weren't there only four?"

"Yes...they must have had four goes each...no...I remember. One of those guys was on his mobile when we got into the car. I'll bet he was calling some of his mates."

"But that's only four each and I'm sure I had more than four."

"Stop boasting Bel...they must have swapped over...you know...when your four had finished they came and had a go with me and visa versa."

"Marie, do you think we should tell the police?"

"Bloody hell no, Bel. It'll all come out...might even be in the newspapers and on television. We wouldn't want that would we?"

"No...er, can I say something awful to you?"

"If you must," said Marie, anticipating that Brian had already discovered what had been going on.

"Marie," said Belinda in a whisper, "I think I enjoyed it."

"Being drunk or being raped?"

"Not being drunk. That was a shame really because I think I'd have enjoyed it more if I hadn't been."

Marie recollected the tiger that had assailed her. That hadn't happened with Sid for a long time, but with the boys it had happened twice...might have happened more if she hadn't been so fuddled. She would have felt more of what was happening and who was doing it to her.

"Marie, there's something I want to ask you."

"What?"

"Has Sid ever..." Belinda paused as if trying to work out how she was going to go on. "Has Sid ever put...put his tongue in you...you know...in your..."

"No; I dangled it over his face once and asked him to do it, but he said "Bugger off, I'm not licking that thing."

"Brian won't do it with me either, but I think...I think one of the boys did it to me last night. Did they do it to you?"

"Not that I remember...er...was it nice?"

"I think it was. I wish someone would do it to me when I wasn't drunk then I'd really know if I liked it or not."

"Well don't ask me, I'm not that way, you know that."

"I wasn't going to ask you," responded an offended Belinda. "I meant some man...one of the boys."

"Oh."

"Marie, when are we going out to see a film again?"

"Let's make it tomorrow night, shall we."

"Yes, let's do that; I'll drive...Oh, and Marie...give me a hand to clean the church on Saturday, will you?"

"Sure, I'll be there to do the flowers anyway."

"See you tomorrow night then?"

"Yes."

Marie put the receiver down, and somehow she felt much better.

Belinda picked up Marie for their evening out. The film was not to their taste and halfway through Belinda said, "This film's lousy, let's go home."

Marie agreed and they began the drive home.

Around halfway there Belinda said hurriedly, "Let's drop into the pub again, just to have a look around...see whose there. We don't need to get drunk again...just one and see..."

"If the boys are there," said Marie, finishing Belinda's sentence. "Right, let's do that; but only one."

"And only four," giggled Belinda. They can swap over again and four times is enough, and you can feel it properly and we can take our time."

"They may not be there," said Marie pessimistically.

"Well, there'll be others, won't there?"

"Yes, I suppose there will, said Marie, brightening up at the thought.

They entered the bar of the pub and looked round. Almost instantly they saw the boys and the boys spotted them.

They were seated round a table. Marie and Belinda made their way to the table.

It has been noted that Marie and Belinda go to see films much more frequently these days.

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I'll never forget my first summer as a camp counsellor at a camp for underprivileged kids. Most of us, the staff, were teenagers, away from home for the first time. It was a great place to be a guy, with young women in bathing suits all over the place.

About halfway through the summer, my friend Dan and I were asked to go on an overnight trip with our groups, by canoe. Because we were going away from the campgrounds, we were required to take another staff member with us. We picked Jenni, a young lifeguard, not because she would keep everyone safe, but because she was a hot redhead.

We paddled to the campsite, miles away from everyone else. The kids were a pain, but we knew they'd be tired from paddling and wouldn't stay up late. Dan and I packed only one tent, which meant that if Jenni wanted to sleep inside, she'd have to sleep with us, or sleep with the kids. She saw us unpack the one tent. "Nice try, guys," she said, leaning over in front of us to pick up firewood, her breasts swelling out of her bathing suit. "I think I'll sleep out under the stars."

"Whatever," Dan said, and gave me an oh-shit look when Jenni wasn't watching.

After the kids had gone to sleep, Dan and I stayed with Jenni around for the fire for a while, but got tired of the bugs and not getting any action and slipped into the tent. I pulled a bottle of JD out of my boot, where I'd hidden it, and we passed it back and forth. It was a hot night, so we sat in our boxers, drinking JD and listening to the fire crackle outside. I could see in the light of the lantern that Dan was playing with himself a little. His circumcized cockhead peeked out of his drawers. I tried not to notice.

After half an hour, we heard a noise at the top of the tent and realized it was raining. We heard Jenni sigh outside the tent, pick up her things, and make her way into the tent. "Okay, guys, you win, but no funny business. Why aren't you guys wearing pants?"

"It's too hot for pants." She sighed again and plopped down between us. Her bathing suit shimmered in the lantern light, droplets of rain glistening. "Give me the bottle," she said. "You're not supposed to have booze at camp."

"Have some. Nobody'll know," I said.

She looked at me, then looked at the bottle. "Whatever." She slurped back a little. "This stuff's awful!" she sputtered. "How can you guys drink it?"

"It's all we got," said Dan.

We sat there, talking for a bit, drinking the JD. I was a little tipsy, and I could tell Dan and Jenni were, too. Then Jenni became more tipsy.

She grinned. "You guys were planning to take advantage of me on this trip, weren't you?" she slurred.

"Oh no," said Dan. We'd never do that." Jenni smiled. The strap of her bathing suit slid down her shoulder.

"Oops," she said, fixing the strap. It fell down again almost right away, further this time, halfway down her ample breast. "I can't get it to stay up."

"Then don't worry about it," said Dan, pulling down the other strap. She reached her hand up to pull it back up. I pulled the other one down further, exposing her white flesh and her pink nipple. "Guys, you shouldn't be doing that," she said, and put her hands at her side. I reached over and took her sweet nipple in my mouth, and she moaned. Dan pulled down the other side and sucked her other nipple. Our eyes yet, and we both smiled as we sucked on her gigantic teats.

I could feel myself getting harder and harder. I liked watching Dan suck her tit more than I liked licking Jenni's nipple, which surprised me. Dan gave me a look that said "watch this" and sat up on his knees, pulling down his boxers, exposing his meaty cock. I put my tongue down Jenni's throat, reached down, and moved her bathing suit aside between her legs. She squeezed her legs together, but changed her mind and relented. I slid my finger into her wet hot pussy, and she moaned. Then I looked at her, opened up her lips and pushed her head gently towards Dan's cock. She took it all in. She moved back and forth, slowly. Then she licked the head and stroked his balls. I pulled off her bathing suit down past her knees, then off her feet. "You guys," she murmured, then went back to Dan's cock. She readjusted herself, leaning forwards on her knees to suck his cock. I opened her legs and started to tongue her cunt from behind. God, it tasted good. My nose rubbed up against her asshole as I licked her. I could feel her pucker gently pinching my nose. I decided to try something different, and ran my tongue around the outside of her asshole. She moaned, then told me not to stop.

I was about to tongue her hole when Dan said, "Come over here." He lay down on the sleeping bag and pulled her towards him. She straddled him, and before she knew it his throbbing cock was deep inside her. I whacked for a while as I watched, but decided I had to get back in there. I moved up between Dan's legs, spread Jenni's ass cheeks, and started licking her asshole again. Then I ran my tongue a little inside her, then further in. She shuddered. My tongue was only an inch or so from Dan's cock. She started pumping her on it and my tongue kept slipping out. Then the underneath of his cock slid against my lips. I recoiled at first, but then figured Dan hadn't noticed, so I went back in. Then his cock rubbed against my lips again. Did he do that on purpose?

I licked Jenni's asshole some more, then found Dan's cock against my lips again. I gave up on Jenni's asshole, and moved my lips up and down Dan's cock. Why not? I got down further and bound his balls. I took them in my mouth and sucked them. After a while he moaned.

"Don't cum inside me!" Jenni said. "I'm not on the pill." She got up off Dan and fell to the side of the tent. "I'm kind of tired anyway," she said, and found her way into my sleeping bag and rolled over. Dan put his hands in the air and said, "What the fuck?" I shrugged my shoulders. He lay back and jacked himself a little. Jenni was already snoring. Dan gave up on his cock and put his arms over his eyes. I moved forward, reached out, and touched the head of his cock. It jolted at my touch, but Dan didn't move his arms. I wrapped my fist around it and started to pump it slowly. He let me jack him. Then I leaned over, decided to go for it, and took his cock in my mouth. I saw him move his hands away from his face as he feigned surprise, but he didn't stop me. I ran my tongue around the head of his beautiful cock. I'd been wanting to do this all summer. I moved my tongue and lips up and down his cock. God, it filled my mouth, that perfect cut cock. After a while his breathing hastened. I could feel him tensing. "I'm going to cum," he whispered. "I'm going to cum. Watch out." Nothing doin'. I sucked harder on that cock, felt it stiffen, then Dan shuddered as he filled my mouth with cum. It was almost like he was having a seizure, trying not to make any noise. The cum felt good and warm in my mouth and found its way down my throat.

"Oh, man," he whispered.

Jenni stirred, and Dan and I moved quickly away from each other. "Are you guys still up?" she asked. "Yes," I said, looking down at my enormous erection. "I'm really horny," I said. "Can I fuck you if I promise not to cum inside you?"

"I guess so," she replied. I moved up behind her and spooned her. My cock quickly found its way inside her hot pussy. She sounded reluctant, but her cunt told me she was ready. I wondered if she'd been listening to what Dan and I had just been doing. While I was fucking her, I could feel Dan's hand on my back, gently rubbing. He moved down to my ass. He spread my cheeks apart and started to finger my asshole. Then I felt his hot breath on my cheeks, then his tongue on my rosebud. His tongue moved in and out of my ass. Then he would finger me again, then put his tongue back in. After a while, I moaned. "Out you go," Jenni said, as I was about to come. "Fuck," I said, my cock throbbing. "Why don't you just get Dan to suck it? You think I don't know what you two were just doing? It doesn't matter to me." Dan shrugged, leaned forward, and took me in his mouth. God that felt good. I started to moan. I reached over and felt Jenni's beautiful breasts. She reached down and started playing with her clit, and moaning herself. "Oh god, I'm going to cum," I said. Jenni moved down my body and watched as I filled Dan's mouth with my hot cum. I looked down in the lantern light and saw cum squeezing out the sides of his lips. Jenni slid in and licked one side of my cock. Then the two of them licked it, up and down, cum now on both of their lips and running down my cock. I shuddered again, and spurted more cum onto Jenni's face. Dan leaned over and licked it up, then Frenched her. Jenni swallowed it.

We finished off the bottle of JD and stayed up most of the night, sucking and fucking. Dan wanted to fuck me in the ass, and I wanted to fuck Jenni in the ass, but nobody had any lubricant. We decided to save that for our next trip. I fell asleep with my cock inside Jenni's tight pussy. Dan fell asleep with his head nestled between her tremendous breasts.

I couldn't wait until our next trip.

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It was a stormy night in Atlanta. My bones rattled with chills as I struggled through sheets of rain that slapped against my body. My thin windbreaker failed it's only job, as I felt the dampness soak into my clothes which sucked onto my skin. It was a terrible night, but this struggle of the elements was worth it. For tonight, I would meet my angel, and nothing would warm my drenched body more than her embrace.

I had stumbled through the storm, leaving a quiet and cold hotel lobby to a greasy spoon diner down the street. It was only three doors down, but with each solid and unforgiving sheet of water that splashed upon my chest, my destination appeared more and more to be miles away.

As I opened the door to the diner, I was met with some dull overhead lighting and a brisk coldness from the air conditioning that shot through my body instantly. Bad lighting and sudden hypothermia meant nothing to me, as I scanned through the patrons and booths. I had one person to find.

Her smile lit up the room like a beacon on a hazy night. My Heather sat attentively like a polite schoolgirl at her lonely desk anxiously waiting for her instructor to show up. I sloshed my way in, desecrating the tiled floors with my sopping shoes. I sloshed my way in, through the sea of expressionless faces. I sloshed my way in, past the thick aroma of freshly deep fried food. I sloshed my way towards her. My angel.

"Oh my," Heather giggled. "You are soaked!"

I slipped out of my light windbreaker dumping what seemed like one thousand and one bucket loads of water on the floor. "It's coming down out there, baby." I replied. "Not fit for man or beast."

"But its okay for my Anthony! Who will trudge over instead of driving." Heather laughed again.

How could I put into words that the journey just makes the prize so much sweeter? That the harder the fight, the more my hunger deepens for the goal. How could I tell her that I wanted to throw her down on the table and tear off her clothes and pump my cock into her without a care for any stray eyes that may look upon us? "Walking in the rain is romantic," was all I could muscle up.

"Aw, my Anthony," she purred, "always a romantic!"

I could feel my nipples harden from the chill in the air. Heather's eyes darted back and forth, as my dark nipples poked through a wet white button down shirt. "Your olive colored skin looks good in that white shirt," she complimented me with a smile. "Mmmmm, it just drives me wild to see how dark you are."

I wanted to respond to her comment, but was interrupted by the waitress. She was a young woman in her late twenties. She had a fresh look about her, but I could feel the day had worn on her. "Any coffee, big guy?" she asked me with a slight drawl.

"Yes, black. Thank you."

"Refill on yours, Sugar?"

"Yes, please," Heather replied.

"Be right back," the waitress said as she turned on her heels. "Y'all think about which slice of pie y'all want."

I turned back to Heather, trying to remember where I had left off. Heather stared at me with a puppy-dog love in her moist green irises. A wisp of red hair had fallen over her face and dangled teasing her lower lip. She had tied the rest of her long curly hair back, but let that rebellious wisp free itself creating a soft focal point for my eyes to rest upon. Her fair skin seemed to glow, even in the horrible lighting. She truly was an angel, her features radiant as if crafted by the many fingers of the many gods who are the subject of many love songs of the past.

Her loose fitting blouse rested neatly on her small frame. I could see hints of her white bra dancing through where the overhead light had made the white fabric translucent.

"Come back to earth, Anthony!" the angel spoke. "You haven't even noticed what I am wearing." Such irony, as if she read my mind.

I continued to look down at her. She had the most perfect average body ever on a woman. It was not rock hard chiseled, nor was it over tanned and orange. She had a real body. She had real breasts. Size C, which cupped perfectly in my hands. They fell naturally, like real tits do. They weren't filled with an unnatural substance that take away the beauty of average bodies. She had all the natural curve you want to find in a normal body. You can rest your hand naturally on her hip, and feel that lovely spot where the bone and muscle fuse. And to run a hand down from that lovely spot, down Heather's soft sleek legs was like a journey down a silky smooth slide. Her legs were perfect. Amazingly fit, and showed nicely in high heels. Heather was the excellence of average.

"Anthony! I am wearing my skirt! You remember my skirt." A smile darted across my lips. "Yessss, you do remember my skirt!" she giggled holding her hands up to her mouth.

I looked down under the table to see a short skirt covering her soft bare legs. She slowly pulled the skirt up slightly, revealing her shaven pussy, fresh and naked to the world. I took a deep breath, inhaling the moment.

"Coffee black for you, sugah." The waitress slid a mug onto the table, as she poured a fresh cup for Heather. "Can I interest you in any pie. We've got the best pie in the county."

Heather giggled again. "Anthony's already got some pie lined up for him in his near future. But it doesn't hurt to have an appetizer!"

The waitress smiled a big grin. Heather and she made eye contact, with an all-knowing look on both of their faces. There is a silent language that certain people can speak. One glance and a whole conversation can pass in a microsecond.

"Sounds like Mr. Anthony is going to be a very lucky man," the waitress whipped back. She flirted a little with her dark brown hair, brushing it back behind her ear. "I do enjoy a fresh piece of pie myself every now and then. Nothing like a good cream pie."

I went flush. Was I hearing things? The thought that I heard correctly sent a shiver through my spine. I glanced at Heather who had a similar expression bubble up on her face.

"Anthony wants a nice cherry pie. Bring it with whipped cream on top, and two spoons," Heather flirted back to the waitress. "And if you like pie, you should glance back over here when you get the chance to." Heather winked, catching on to what we thought we heard. The waitress walked away, and Heather beamed a big smile at me.

"You are something else," I quipped. "That's why I look forward to our meetings like this. You NEVER cease to amazing me!"

"I see you four times a year, Anthony. I have to make each meeting memorable! A simple suck and fuck won't be memorable."

"I remember my first business trip out her to Atlanta. I just happen to meet you out here, in this very diner."

"I can't believe it was six and a half years ago. And I can't believe I accepted that lame pick up line!"

I beamed a huge smile. "And here we are, and I don't believe you are not wearing any panties. You are just like your were six years ago."

"Yes, Anthony. And I am going to tell you what you need to do now."

I knew better than to question what Heather was going to tell me to do. My body tingled anticipating whatever she had schemed up. I could feel the blood start to rush to my cock. "Please tell me. I will do whatever you want."

Heather got serious. "Slide off your shoe and pull off your sock."

I didn't question. I knew better. I followed her command, pulling my wet shoe off, then my damp sock.

"Okay, baby," Heather whispered as she sat back in the booth. "Slide a toe inside me." She leaned back and spread her legs open underneath the tablecloth. Both of her hands worked her pussy so the lips would open up. "Push it in now!"

I slid my foot up between her legs. I circled the outside of her pussy with my toes, feeling her moisture starting to ooze from her love hole. Heather closed her eyes and took a long deep breath.

"Don't stop!" she whispered.

"One cherry pie!" the waitress rudely interrupted. "But it looks like I delivered the pie to late. You've done already started on another pie." She smiled a sly smile my way.

"Yesssssss," Heather exhaled. "You are too late."

"Well, don't mind me, sugah." The waitress slid the plate my way, and strolled off like a robber who just got away with the perfect crime.

"Keep rubbing," Heather moaned, as she leaned back further trying to conceal her little moist secret. "You've got me all worked up, baby."

My cock was throbbing now. I was squirming around uncomfortable in the booth, my cock struggling to try to grow inside my rain soaked pants. My thoughts darted back and forth, trying to form a mental image of what it looked like underneath the table. I could feel her pussy lips suck my toe in, wrapping their soft warmth around my flesh. As I pulled out, I could hear her breathe out a soft sigh of pleasure.

"We have to go now!" Heather whispered. "Please ask for the check." She slid back in the booth and closed her legs. A quick glance to the counter, and she made eye contact with the waitress. Through their silent language, Heather indicated that the "dessert" was to be finished in a hotel room. I pulled out a ten and left it on the table and struggled to stand up, trying not to reveal the stiff cock that was still throbbing in my pants.

"Y'all need change?" The waitress had shot over to us as so not to miss out on the last word.

"We are all set," I smiled, still trying to cover up the bulge in my pants. "Thanks for your hospitality."

The waitress smiled, "That's how its done here in the south." She shot a sly look to Heather.

"Dark Raven Inn," Heather shot a sly look back, "Room 213." She and the waitress smiled at each other, again, that silent language.

The stormy night had let up a bit, but the rain still poured down in buckets. It is amazing though how different it is with a hot body next to you. Suddenly, sheets of rain that pelt down onto your skin get more erotic with each stride. My mind danced with the thoughts of Heather's nipples trying to tear through her white blouse as they were tickled with each pounding raindrop that pummeled her way.

We had just managed to stumble into the front door of the Dark Raven Inn. Only the forceful patter of the rain outside interrupted the quiet stillness of the lobby.

"That is quite some weather," Heather laugh as she shook the rain from her body. "Hope that didn't cool you off too much, Anthony."

I didn't bother to put on my worthless windbreaker, so I was soaked even more. I was unbuttoning my shirt, trying to free my chest from its irritating coldness.

"Wow look at you." Heather laughed, "You just can't wait, can you?" In an act to one-up me, she grasped her blouse in the middle where the buttons connected. "How's this?" With a quick tear, she ripped open the wet garment. The buttons went flying everywhere. Her C-Cup tits bounced in her white bra, which the rain had made shear.

"I can top that," I joked as I tore my drenched shirt from my bare torso. I could feel the cold air conditioning shoot through my muscles and bunch up in my nipples. Heather licked her lips at the sight of my dark nipples tightening in front of her.

"Oh yeah," she mischievously giggled. "Never get into this game with me." With a quick snap of her fingers, she unclasped the front of her bra, which slingshot tumbled to the floor. Her perfect soft white tits bounced out. She turned her arms underneath her breasts, as so to push them together. She tauntingly backed towards the elevator and pressed the button to take us up.

I had noticed the desk clerk was standing in the office doorway, trying not be seen. His eyes were fixed on Heather, and he stood motionless like an old oak tree on a chilly morning. I smiled to myself as I darted towards Heather. DING! As the elevator door slowly, slowly, slowly slid open, I scooped up Heather in my arms, and in the same motion jumped inside the elevator. Our tongues met in a twisted wet embrace as she pulled my head back and kissed me deeply. I could feel Heather then work her hands down to my pants, and she fumbled with the button and zipper. I could hear some voices behind me, my back to the opened elevator door. It sounded like two older women, as they complained about how bad the weather was outside. Heather finally released me from my burdensome pants and they plopped in a wet heap to the floor. The last thing I heard from the lobby was a shocking gasp as the two older women saw my bare ass as the elevator door slowly, slowly, slowly slid shut.

Now in seclusion, I could take no more. Both of us practically naked in the elevator, I pulled up Heather's skirt and slammed her down on my hard throbbing cock. Her pussy parted to engulf my head, as she gasped from the impact. Her hot pussy sent shockwaves through my cock and balls, as if feeling a woman's hot juices for the first time. My hip reflexes started pumping, and I slid my cock out and back in, making a very slick slurping sound.

DING! The elevator door slowly, slowly, slowly opened into an empty hallway. Heather climbed down out of my arms. With one hand, she reached into a small pocket on the side of her skirt. With the other hand, she grabbed my cock as it slid out of her pussy. From her pocket, she produced a small white card key. As she turned around towards the room, she pulled my cock into the crack in her ass. She slid my wet member up and down her asscrack and she let out a near-silent moan.

She pulled me down the empty hall, and clicked open the door to room 213, where she had settled in earlier in the day. I stumbled down the hallway with my pants down around my ankles, finally kicking them off at the threshold of the door. Heather had unzipped her skirt, and dropped it in the same location, heaped up on my pants. We both slipped out of our shoes, and dropped the rest of our clothes into the same pile.

Heather stood before me, naked. He body was a perfect soft white that glowed regardless of the dead florescent lighting from the hallway. She ran her angelic hands down her chest, and cupped her tits slowly squeezing her nipples.

I bolted at her, scooping her up once again, and burying me face into her mounds. I wrapped my lips around her pink nips, one at a time. I suckled at them until they were hard, and throbbing. In the meantime, Heather was rubbing my cock around her pussy lips, and I could feel her juices dripping down to my balls. I couldn't take it anymore, so I thrust my hips into her. My shaved crotch slapped into her clit. She squealed with the first initial thrust, which prompted me to pull my cock out and thrust again. The slapping sound got louder. The squeal got louder.

She arched her back, and I laid her down on the bed, never pulling my cock out of her pussy. With her back on the bed, she pulled her legs up higher, spreading her pussy wider. I started pumping her full of my hard hot cock, my crotch slapping against her clit, and my balls slamming on her ass. With each pump, the slapping sound got louder. With each pump, the slurping sound got wetter. With each pump, her squealing got louder until they were complete and utter moans of pure ecstasy.

I pumped my cock into her hard. I could feel my balls filling up with cum. This was too soon. She had to cum first. I pulled my throbbing member out, and knelt down. I place my head between her legs.

"Eat me Anthony! Fucking eat me up!" Heather moaned in anticipation.

I placed my tongue on her pussy lips, and slowly and deliberately lapped up to her thick and throbbing clit. Shivers rumbled through her body. I repeated the same lapping motion. Her legs shook next to my head. A third pass with my tongue cause her to let out a long moan. I finally couldn't take it any more, and I plunged my face deep into her love hole, sucking down her thick love juices. She clenched her teeth and let out a shaky groan, and I sucked down her pre-cum.

I sucked hard on her clit, which was thick and throbbing at this point. Her juices were running down my chin, and I tried in desperation to keep all of her sweet nectar in my mouth. With each flick of the tongue, I knew she was getting closer. With each deep gasp she took, I knew she was getting ready. When her legs tightened, I knew she was about to erupt. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked hard on her love button. A loud and animal-like moan rumbled from Heather's lungs, and grew louder with every passing second. Her body snapped, every muscle contracting in a tense tingling. Warm cum bubbled up from her cunt, filling my mouth and running down my face. I see Heather's toes spread apart from the intensity that was ravaging through her body. She squeezed the hair on the back of my head. Then she relaxed. Muscles unwound. Lungs exhaled.

A smile came to her lips. She released my hair, and I pulled my mouth from her dripping cunt. Her thick cum dripped from my lips in frosty white streaks. She relaxed her legs.

"Wow, Sugah," a voice came from the doorway. "I guess y'all know a thing or two about southern hospitality."

The waitress stood in the open doorway of our hotel room. In our rush, we had thrown all of our clothes down in front of the door, blocking it from shutting. The door had been wide open the whole time, and anyone in the hallway heard the slap my balls made when they pounded Heather's ass. Anyone in the hallway heard the slurping sound my cock made as it pounded into Heather's wet pussy. Anyone in the hallway heard Heather's wild animal-like moaning as she came into my mouth. Heather blushed with arousal.

"Let me close this up for y'all." The waitress kicked out clothes out from in front of the door and closed it, making sure the DO NOT DISTURB sign was clearly visible to anyone who wanted to sneak another peek. "I knew y'all were having desserts in here. I just hope I didn't miss the whole damn thing!"

Heather laughed. "Well, it appears we gave you a good show."

The waitress chuckled. "Reckon y'all did." She let down her hair as she glided across the room. "And what a show it was, Sugah. I have to say that my panties are a little moist." Her dark brown hair tumbled down to her shoulders, like a cascade of chocolate. Her bright blue eyes pierced the darkness of the hotel room straight at our naked, and wet bodies.

"Well, how about we get a little show, "Heather laughed again, this time a little more devious. "Maybe all three of us could have fun."

Actually, the show had already started. The cascade of chocolate was the beginning of a long, sensual strip tease. The waitress smiled as she slipped out of her white sneakers, revealing soft and delicate feet wrapped in nude nylons. In the meantime, she tauntingly pulled at her apron strings with dainty fingers fanned out. It was a slow pull, and when the knot gave way, the apron tumbled down her body and into a ghostly mass on the floor.

"Tonight, your dancer's name is Kayla," announced our waitress, as she unsnapped her nametag from her uniform, which did indeed say Kayla. This was dropped to the ghostly apron as well.

There were eight big white buttons that lined the front of Kayla's teal uniform. As each other the buttons were tenderly caressed by Kayla's hand, they popped through their holes one at a time. With each button that was released from their hold, the uniform gave way. Finally all eight buttons were freed, and the uniform held on for dear life. A quick pull from her side, and the skirt was released, and the sea of teal with white trim crumpled to the floor.

There she stood before us, in a pair of pantyhose and a baby blue bra. She pulled her hands behind her head and swung her hips back and forth, like a overacting model at the end of a catwalk. Heather chuckled at the movement, and let out an excited "Wooooooooo!" enticing Kayla to continue. Kayla obeyed.

The cool blue bra reflected nicely on Kayla's reddish tan skin. Even in the dim light, I could see the light spattering of freckles across her chest and shoulders. Her tone was fiery, like the attitude you find on a hot Miami night.
She stood at a tall 5' 8", and her legs seemed to go on forever. The teal uniform did not do her figure justice. Her hips were well sculpted and her stomach was flat, but not too flat. Her long arms seemed to flow like an Asian goddess, very muscular but with sensual movements. It was with those strong sensual arms that she reached behind and unclasped her bra. The baby blue support rolled off her body to the carpet. Her size C tits bounced out from their suppression. Her tits were a nice soft white, which contrasted greatly with her reddish tan chest. Tracing the outline of her bikini top, I scanned over her amazing tits; I can feel my cock beginning to throb again.

With her goddess-like gracefulness, she placed her thumbs into her pantyhose, and slid the tight nylons down from her hips. With her goddess-like ease, she rolled them down her long legs. With her goddess-like smile, she kicked them off her feet, and stood before us showing off her naked goddess-like body.

"You are good," complimented Heather. "That was quite a show."

"Thank you kindly," replied Kayla. "Now, I think it is time for us to give each other a show."

"And what do you have in mind?" questioned Heather.

"Well, Sugah. I want to see that tight little pussy of yours filled with that big cock of his." Kayla pointed to Heather, then to me. "I want to sit in bed and watch y'all." Without any more explanation, Kayla marched over to the head of the bed, and climbed in. She rested her back gently against the headboard, and spread open her legs revealing to use her pink wet pussy. "Okay, y'all. Get going!" she commanded.

Heather and I were confused at what she wanted, but we didn't need any more instruction on what we needed to do. Heather rolled on her back and spread her legs open for me. She rested her head right between Kayla's legs. When Heather turned her head up, her face was only inches away from Kayla's pussy. My cock was hard from the strip tease, and Heather was still wet from cumming, so I had an easy time sliding into her. Heather moaned as I slid in, and gasped a little when I started to pull out, only to moan again as I pumped back into her. Heather's nipples, which had been dormant for a few minutes, stood at attention when the sexual contact was made. Heather moaned with every pump, and I could feel her juices running down my shaft again.

Kayla let out at deep breath, in approval of the erotic act. She gazed at us longingly, caressing her inner thighs. I looked at Kayla as I fucked Heather. I could see Kayla's nipples harden. They were big ones. Nice pink mouthfuls, as they tensed up with excitement. With her free hand, Kayla ran her fingers to her tits, and started pinching her left nipple.

"That's it, Sugah. Fuck her harder!" Kayla commanded. "Fuck her faster and harder!"

With that, I pumped into Heather harder. I could feel my balls slap up against her ass again. They were full and each time they would slap, a shot of electricity would shoot up my spine. I could hear Heather moaning, and it didn't take Kayla long to join her. I looked up and saw Kayla dropping her hand down to her clit, and rubbing it in a circular motion. The site turned me on even more, and I pushed Heather's legs up further, so I could pound her a little deeper. In the excitement, Heather turned up to look at Kayla's cunt. Her face was practically licking Kayla's sweet pussy. Heather stuck out a tongue and tickled Kayla's lips.

Kayla moaned with approval. She moved one hand down to spread her pussy wide open. Heather flickered her tongue in and out of the love hole. Kayla then took her free hand and started rubbing her clit. She was gentle at first, but got faster and harder when I started picking up the pace.

We were all getting to the boiling point now. I could feel my balls were like two lead weights, ready to unload their massive loads. I couldn't hold it anymore. I pulled my cock out of Heather and pumped my cock in my hand. An explosion of white, hot cum sprayed from my cock head. The initial shot fired far past Heather, and hit Kayla on her reddish tanned, flat stomach. The second load sprayed all over Heather's face and neck. The rest of it sputtered over Heather tits and stomach. Heather stuck her tongue out to lick the white cum that spattered her face. Her hand reached down and grabbed my cock, slowly milking the last of the cum from my shaft.

The action was not over, though. When my first load of hot cum spattered on Kayla, she let out a long moan. "Oh, fuck yeah, Sugah!" She started rubbing her clit harder and faster. I noticed her biting down on her lip. With her free hand, she dipped a finger into the pool of cum that settled in her navel, then pulled it up to her mouth. She dabbed in on her tongue. Then she started bucking her hips up and down. "Oh fuck, now! Here I cum!"

Her body tensed up, and a clear shot of cum sprayed from her cunt and onto Heather's face and tits. Once again, Heather turned to face the spray, opening her mouth to catch some of the sweet nectar. Kayla had shot her cum almost as far as I had shot mine.

I was blown away by the feat, and turned Heather over onto her knees. Both of us crawled between Kayla's legs to lap up her sweet frothy cum. We both licked her pussy clean. Kayla moaned as she came down from her orgasm. All three of us lay down in the bed, each of us sticky and satisfied.

"See Sugah." Kayla whispers with a smile on her face. "That's how it's done here in the south!"

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THE WHOLE THING STARTED INNOCENTLY ENOUGH. Barbara and I had been going out for a couple of years; we weren't quite engaged yet but it was on the cards. I'd already moved into her place, then her company transferred her to a new office the next state over. Instead of giving up a great place, I held on to it for us, for the yet-to-be-announced happy date. In the meantime her old roommate, Naomi, moved back from overseas and she needed a place to stay. She was still on the lease, so she moved in to where I was condo-sitting.

Did I mention that Naomi is absolutely beautiful? Silky-straight black hair cut shoulder length, perfect almond shaped eyes, and a wide, bright flashing smile. She's got an all over body tan that's golden brown. Naomi is unusually well-built for a tiny little Oriental girl; a narrow waist, a tight round ass that is heaven to regard and a lovely pair of well-shaped legs. Nice, muscular thighs, pretty calves that narrow down to a pair of dainty ankles that are usually strapped into a pair of buckle-on stilettos. I'm sure her tits are no larger than 34Bs, but on her tiny body they seem to stick out like a pair of 44DDs.

Barbara and I have a great relationship. I wouldn't have considered the long-term commitment with her if she weren't the coolest one under the sun. Barbara trusts Naomi, and she trusts me. I have faith in myself, and besides Naomi and Barbara have known each other since they were kids, so blood is thicker than water. Everything was going to be on the up-and-up.

I learned about Naomi's absence of tan lines early on; the condo had a rooftop sundeck suitable for solar worship au naturel. And, no, I didn't peep on her like a perv or anything. I didn't have to. The first time I saw Naomi naked I was already up there, lying on my belly getting the sun on my ass. Naomi came up in a white terry-cloth robe, said hello, spread her towel on one of the rubber air mattress we keep up there, then peeled off her robe.

It was the most natural thing in the world to soak up some sun. We were both adults and mature enough to handle nude sunbathing. There was nothing out of control going on. I was wearing sunglasses, conveniently enough, so I allowed my eyes to roam Naomi's uniformly tanned body; her round breasts looked like a pair of golden orbs. My eyes wandered southward; her nether hair was straight, shaved and trimmed into a dainty black triangle that narrowed to a sharp point right above her slit. I think she saw me involuntarily purse my lips out of sheer approval.

* * *

You can only imagine the heavy vibe that started going down over the next few days. The Peanut Butter Game was an innocuous game that Naomi and I came up with as a way to cut through the incredible sexual tension that was going on in that apartment. It's a game involving playing practical jokes on each other. The rules are simple; Naomi always initiates a round, I always finish it. Other than that everything was on-limits. Everything short of full-on sexual intercourse, of course.

It was Saturday morning. I'd just got out of the shower, was standing in front of the mirror shaving with my towel wrapped around my midsection. Suddenly my towel was ripped off of me from behind and I received a sudden SNAP!!! on my ass. And it hurt! I turned to regard the perpetrator - Naomi, standing there like a mischievous Oriental imp - wearing a wide grin on her face and nothing else - all five foot three inches, eighty-five pounds of her stark naked, slinging my towel all rolled up rattail fashion. "PEANUT BUTTER GAME!" she shouted, and then she zoomed out of the room.

Oh, did I forget to mention that the game was always played in the nude? That was the only other rule . . .

I chased my tormenter out the bathroom door and down the stairs to the living room, my dick hanging out and swinging in the wind. We dodged around the sofa a couple times, which gave me a total full-frontal view of Naomi's hot body, until I charged over the sofa and finally headed her off into a corner of the room.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, laughing but fearful at the same time.

"I just want to ask you a couple of questions," I said. We were both breathing hard from laughing our heads off while we were running all over the place. Remember, we were both stark naked. I felt pretty exposed and vulnerable so you can only imagine how Naomi felt.

"Uh, okay," she said, waiting to see the catch. She was bent over in a semi-crouch, ready for any move; her hands were out like a wrestler's.

"You know what's worse than a hurricane?"

"I dunno. What, a typhoon?"

"A TITTY TWISTER!!!" I hollered, reaching out fast to grab and pinch her nipples.

"OOOHHH!!!" She managed to swat my hands away and then she held her tits. When she moved her hands back out to be ready for whatever was coming next I could see her tiny brown nipples were pointing out like a pair of little Chinese hats. There was a sheen of sweat on her skin that shined like a golden aura when she moved in the light of the huge bay window. I was sweating too. I could even feel the sweat building up on the sack of my balls, hangin' free and swingin' in the wind. Right down there with my Johnson, swinging back and forth while we played.

"You trick me, Dougie-san," she muttered. In her amusing Oriental accent, 'Dougie' sounded like 'Doggie'.

"Oh yeah? Hey, you know what my favorite football team is?

"I dunno?" she said. Sounded like 'I-unno?' the way she pronounced it.

"THE PITTSBURGH STEELERS!!!" I announced, reaching out to tickle her armpits.

"OOOHHH!!! YOU TRICK ME AGAIN!" she wailed, laughing as she swatted my hands away. I still had her covered from escape. She'd make a move in one direction and I'd cover her, then she'd make a try in the other and I had her covered there. There was no escape. Naomi was starting to get a look on her face like a cornered animal.

"What you gonna do, Dougie-san?"

"Nothing," I said. "We're friends. Let's shake hands." I held my hand out. Naomi regarded my hand suspiciously, sensing it was a part of the game. Of course she was right. She eventually decided to take my hand, figuring the game had to go on, I guess. She squealed when I grabbed her hand and pulled her around. Before she could react I reached down with my free hand, grabbed her by the asscrack, and jammed my thumb right up against her tight little asshole.

Naomi was up on the balls of her feet trying to escape my thumb. All her wiggling around achieved was to further impale her asshole onto my thumb. I mean, I wasn't really in there, but I was goosing her good. "OOOHHH!!! DOUGIE-SAN!!! DON'T DO THAT!!! DON'T TOUCH ME THAT PLACE!!!"

"Heh, heh. Hey, Naomi-san, you know why it's called the Peanut Butter Game?"

"Ooooohhh! Noooo!" She sounded like a wailing alley cat as she dance around on the end of my thumb. "Why it called Peanut Butter Game?"

I pulled my thumb out of her ass and wiped it under her nose. "That's why!"

"AAAHHHKKKK!!!" She really hollered this time, and I let her go as she made a beeline for the bathroom.

Like I said, I always get to finish it.

A few minutes later I poked my head into the bathroom. Naomi was leaning over the sink, her face covered in soapsuds. She stopped scrubbing like mad to look up at me from her washcloth. "I'm gonna get you, Dougie-san," she said. She had that tone of voice the Orientals use; the tone of voice that when you hear it, you know you're really going to get it.

Later, we sat on the huge leather sofas in the living room, around the TV, in our fluffy, white terrycloth bathrobes. There was a silence as we both considered what had gone down. Naomi finally spoke.

"So, Dougie-san. You like my 'backdoor', huh?" She looked over at me slyly as she asked this.

"Well, uh . . ." How do you answer a loaded question like that? I've got a normal, healthy interest in women's asses, including their assholes, like any normal, healthy man.

"You wanna go into my 'backdoor' sometime, Dougie-san?"

"Well, uh . . ." I was coming across as a dimwitted boob, I know, and playing stupid wasn't fooling this slant-eyed temptress.

"Yeah, right, like, figure the odds, round-eye! Ooooh, I'm gonna get you, Dougie-san!"

When she finally got me it was good, I gotta admit.

* * *

It was Saturday morning again. I was just out of the shower, going through my routine in front of the mirror. I knew the game was on when Naomi came into the room buck-ass naked. I looked at her face in the mirror. She had this dead-serious look on her face. "Peanut Butter Game," she said in a deadpan monotone as she yanked my towel to the floor.

There was a metallic click and then a loud buzzing, which I felt as much as I heard because Naomi was palming a vibrator the size of a small flashlight right up against my crotch, behind my ballsack. The sensations were going right up into my prostate gland and I have to admit, it felt good. When she rolled the infernal thing around my ballsack and against the underside of my dick I became instantly hard.

"Oh, you like?" she asked sweetly. She fondled my dick, rubbing the buzzing contraption all along its length. It sounded like she said "You rike?" I had to lean onto the sink for relief; the little yellow bitch had me as hard as a policeman's nightstick. "You rikee this?" she asked, rubbing the thing behind my ballsack again. "How about this, Dougie-san?" Now she was stroking my crank. I was living in hell, waiting for the hammer to come down. I didn't have to wait long . . .

"You rikee THIS? Dougie-san!!!" Naomi said with a grunt as she shoved the vibrator right up my ass. I sucked in my breath and went up on the balls of my feet. There was a filling sensation, some pressure and pain, but the buzzing and vibrating felt FANTASTIC back there. That vibrator must have been sitting right on my prostate; my dick was harder than it had ever been in my life and was point straight up at a forty-five degree angle. "OOOHHH! You RIKE!!!" she exclaimed as her eyes widened at the sight of my crank. You know how it is: to those little Oriental girls all of us round-eyes seem like Long Dong Silver.

Then Naomi pulled the vibrator out of my ass and with a quick flick of her wrist the thing was snapped off. She put her tiny hands on my crank, which was as hard as rock and quivering at her touch. "We gonna hav-a do something about this," she said. Oh yes! Oh heavens, yes! I thought, she's going to jack me off!"

Not quite. She enclosed one tiny hand about the head of my cock, then slapped down right on top of the head of my dick with the palm of her other hand. There was a POP!!! sound, and then: instant soft-on. My poor dick hung down like a limp noodle and the pain went right back to my prostate. Now I hung on to the sink to keep from collapsing to the floor.

" . . . you . . . . . . fucking . . . . . . bitch . . . " I hissed through gritted teeth.

"Oh, poor Dougie-san," Naomi said, staring down at my miserable dick. "I really hurt you." I just looked at her hard, like when and if I ever got my strength back I was going to chase her to ground and wring her fucking neck. Naomi had this concerned look on her face as she regarded my poor, deflated dick. "Maybe I better do something about that." She frowned like she was deep in thought, which looked kind of cute because she was standing there next to me, buck ass naked. "I tell you what, Dougie-san. I'm gonna give you sudsy."

I had no idea what Naomi was talking about, but when she directed me to get into the shower I was too weak in the knees to protest, even though I'd just had a shower. Maybe the hot water would help restore my manhood. Naomi left the room while I was soaking up the steam, then she returned with one of the rubber air mattresses, from up on the sun deck. She finished inflating the thing and put it down on the bathroom floor, then she took a small plastic basin and started whipping up a thick froth of soapsuds, using my special bar of shaving soap. When she had a thick lather of foam worked up she opened the shower stall and reached in to turn off the water. We were face-to-face and closer than we had ever been when naked, even though her face came to my chest. She took me in her hands and began spreading the thick soapsuds all over my dick and balls.

It didn't take long for my Johnson to begin twitching to life. I mean, here was this perfectly miniature Oriental Barbie Doll standing naked in front of me with my dick in her hand, stroking soapsuds all over it. In fact, I was just about as rock hard as I'd been a few minutes before. The fact that she was rubbing the underside of my cock up against her belly as she pressed her firm, round tits against me and sucked on my nipples didn't hurt either. For the second time that day I wondered if she was going to jack me off, but the memory of what she'd done to my hard-on a few minutes ago kept my ardor in check.

"You lie down here," she said, indicating the rubber air mattress. It sounded like she said, "You rye down heah." I lay down on the rubber air mattress, face down like she told me. My dick went between two of the cylindrical air chambers, like it was lying in the valley between Naomi's tits. Then I felt Naomi climbing on me from behind; she was straddling me, I could feel the flesh of her neatly trimmed pussy on my lower back.

Naomi proceeded use her bald pussy to rub down every square inch of my body. This was an interesting development. I wondered where it was going to lead.

"Now you turn over," she said. I did, and my front part got the same treatment.

My brain was in a state of confusion. On the one hand the sight of this beautiful naked Oriental chick sliding her smooth pussy all over my soapy body was tantalizing enough, never mind how awesome it felt. On the other hand was the still-vivid memory of how fast she'd turned off my hard-on only fifteen minutes earlier, and a nagging sense of distrust that had come out of that event. What kind of Oriental mind-game was this slant-eyed she-devil concocting now?

In the meantime my dick was getting harder than Chinese arithmetic. Naomi even rubbed her pussy along the underside of my swollen dick; like I said, everything was on-limits. Everything, except going all the way. Between her gently stroking my rod and balls with soapy lather, and now rubbing her tiny, bald clam all over my body, I was straining at the starting blocks, if you get my meaning. I began openly begging her to jerk me off: "Please, Naomi-san, please! Play with it! Please stroke me! I need to come! I need to come!" She wouldn't do it.

Finally she dismounted and let me up. My cock was pointing straight up in the air, at a higher angle than it had ever been since High School when I used to beat off to fantasies of my favorite cheerleaders. Naomi helped me up and led me to the shower where she rinsed me off. She toweled me off; still no relief for my poor, raging boner. Then Naomi wrapped one tiny hand around my rock-hardness and led me by the cock into her bedroom.

The curtains were drawn, not so much to keep prying neighbor's eyes away, rather for the muted effect of diffused light coming through the amber silk of the drapes. Naomi directed me to lie on the bed. We were both still naked and my cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling.

I began to experience a strange state of consciousness. I mean, sure, we'd been in each other's company naked before. But sunbathing was quite innocent. Then there was the Peanut Butter Game, but there was a kind of innocence about that, too. This was different. I was fully hard now and my erect penis was the single object of all sensory awareness in the room; it was swollen twice it's normal size, and it was RED, HOT, and THROBBING!

What happened next was totally blew my mind.

Naomi bent over and began to lick little cat-licks all up and down the entire underside of my shaft, and about the 'secret spot'; the sensitive flesh where the base of the cock joins to my ballsack.

It was torture. It was all I could do not to grab her head and impale her mouth on my rod, but I figured we were still playing it by the rules; in my tortured state I rationalized that her just licking my dick wouldn't be considered going all the way. Taking me in her mouth probably would. As I was considering this Naomi parted her lips and engulfed my cock with her mouth.

Her mouth was wet and warm as it wrapped around my cock. I would have come then and there, but as fast as she had engulfed me, she released my cock from her mouth. To my amazement I looked down to see my dick was now fully wrapped in a condom! Naomi had done that Asian whore trick where the girl wraps your dick in a condom with her mouth! I hadn't even noticed her taking one out of the wrapper.

So here I was, flat on my back with a huge, raging boner pointing up to the sky that was now tightly wrapped in a rubber. Naomi did yet another amazing thing when she straddled me and impaled her pussy on my rock-hard dick. She moved her hips back and forth once, twice and again, holding and squeezing her tits and pinching her tiny nipples. Her pussy was hot and tighter than a set of vise-grips on a walnut. Her slanted eyes went to mere slits; she moaned and sighed as she did her dance on my rod.

My cock exploded.

Later there was a long period of silence as we snuggled into one another and enjoyed the afterglow; I was staring at the ceiling, she was resting her head on my chest and staring at some point far off in space; the thousand-yard stare. I finally spoke up, "I thought we weren't supposed to go all the way?"

There was a pause, and then she replied.

"Rubber no count."

* * *

Next weekend Barbara showed up. I was happy to see her, although I couldn't figure out the dynamic that was going on between me and her, me and Naomi, or for that matter her and Naomi. There was a lot of happiness between Naomi and Barbara at seeing one another, lots of hugs and girl-kisses, but I was REALLY curious about Barbara's underlying feelings. The whole thing just seemed to me like a train wreck waiting to happen. Never mind how catty women can get; if Barbara decided to go off on me over what Naomi and I had been up to, I would deserve it. We went to bed but she was tired from a hard week and the trip up; between work and the Peanut Butter Game, I was pretty worn out, too. We had sex, but it wasn't one of the more memorable occasions, and afterward we both crashed.

Saturday afternoon rolled around and Barbara and Naomi and I went out shopping. Later I puttered about the place, doing chores. When I was finally finished with my work I went up to the roof where I was presented with the pleasant sight of not one but two beautiful ladies to feast my eyes upon. Two sets of tits, two neatly trimmed pussies to consider; Naomi's jet-black landing strip and Barbara's neatly trimmed golden pussy-fur.

I regarded the scenario laid out before me and filed it away to cherish at some future time. Then, I took my place on the sundeck, trying to appear nonchalant about it all. A little while later I cracked out a bottle of wine and the girls hung around in their bikinis while I got the grill up and running. It was a pleasant afternoon, a good stress-buster.

Later Barbara and I indulged in a better form of stressbuster that involved a lot of sixty-nine. I finally rotated her around to the normal missionary position and threw her the gaff. I rammed it home the way she likes it; Barbara is a strapping American girl and she can take it hard and fast. She clung to me, pulling me in even deeper still as I unloaded into her pussy. It was better than the night before but I felt I still wasn't at the top of my game; something was on my mind and I knew what it was. The Peanut Butter Game was somehow interfering with my love life.
Barbara got up to do her run to the bathroom. I listened to the sounds of her moving around in there; when it sounded like she was running the shower I got up to join her and we frolicked under the hot, steaming spray for awhile. I made sure her round tits were properly lathered with soapsuds and she thoroughly cleaned my cock and balls. I turned her around played with her pussy while trying to manage both of her wet, soapy, round tits with the other hand; my cock nestled sort of naturally between her wet, soapy asscheeks. I diddled her clit until she came. Round two involved us doing it up against the tiled wall of the shower stall but neither of us could come that way, so Barbara went to her knees and gave me a nice, long wet blowjob. Jacking me off to completion, she squealed in delight as I drenched her tits with gobs of my sticky, thick cum.

We got back in bed and snuggled; I was spent. I drifted into blackness and did not wake up until sometime in the middle of the night when I became aware of somebody entering the room.

In the backlight from the hallway I noticed the unmistakable silhouette of Naomi's svelte body moving into the room. She lifted the covers and slipped in beside Barbara. I lay as still as a corpse as I learned a facet of my fiancée's character that I was not previously aware of. Barbara and Naomi were embracing, rubbing their bodies together and kissing on the mouth like lovers do. Needless to say, they were both naked.

There were some muted sighs, and then their embraces evolved to a higher level. Naomi's head moved down to feast on Barbara's ripe breasts, and then moved further south to deliver sweet kisses to Barbara's Golden Triangle. Barbara's gentle sighs developed into deeper moans. I decided it was okay to stop feigning sleep and rolled over to hold Barbara. I fondled her tits, then moved down to lick and kiss her nipples as Naomi continued her work down South. Sucking and nibbling one nipple as I tickled and pinched the other was enough to send my Barbara over the edge. With an audible, "Oh! Oh! OHHH!!!" she placed a hand on the back of Naomi's head as she rode Naomi's tongue to Planet O.

Needless to say, my dick was getting quite restless by this time. Barbara held my head and ran her fingers through my hair as I gently licked her nips. I know how sensitive she is right after she comes to orgasm so I played it real gentle. It was nice just to lay there in the dark, to kiss and nibble her round breasts.

Then I felt something soft and wet on my dick. I looked down, and in the half-light of the dark room I could see Naomi looking up at me as she sucked my dick.

I experienced a strange sort of sensation, like I had a fever; it was an almost out-of-body experience. It felt as if Naomi's mouth on my cock was a great distance away; it felt almost as if some sort of mysterious undersea creature had latched onto my dick and was holding itself in place by suction. I held on to Barbara, my face against the side of her breast, and we both watched Naomi suck me off. Naomi kept eye contact for the most part, dropping her gaze now and then to brush her hair from her face, or when she held my cock with her hand and came up for air. Then she would look at us as she licked the shaft, running her tongue up and down along the underside and rubbing my cock all over her face. She parted her lips again, dropping her gaze to concentrate as she stroked me into her mouth. With a moan I came in her mouth and she swallowed it all. Spurt after spurt after spurt, she sucked me dry.

* * *

Barbara hadn't actually planned for anything to happen, but she was quite relieved the way things developed. It turned out that for the longest time she and Naomi had been more than just 'girlfriends'; more than just the "oh-how-have-you-been? Hug-hug-kiss-both-cheeks," type of girlfriends. When Naomi showed back up from overseas, Barbara was stressed on how it was all going to be, so she decided to just play it cool. Things all fell into place naturally, apparently. A lot of that had to do with Naomi's nonchalant approach to life. That, and the Peanut Butter Game.

Things have been, well, different since we became an official ménage-a-trois. There's a lot of gratuitous nudity going on with the girls, and when they're not naked it's rarely little more than bra and panties. It's probably a good thing that Barbara spends Monday through Friday the next state over; my nuts would probably fall off from having to perform in a perpetual three-way.

Naomi and I have got an unspoken agreement not to carry on without Barbara. She had me first, after all. This is probably for the best, because it gives me a chance to save up my load for the weekend when I have to satisfy not one but two horny women. A man needs some recuperation time. At the same time there's Naomi lurking around the place Monday through Friday, usually in little more than a black silk mini-kimono. That's where the Peanut Butter Game comes into play.

Like what happened Thursday.

I was back from my run, covered in sweat. I made my way to the bathroom, peeled off my gear and got under the shower. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the needles of hot, steaming water on my head, my back, the place up by the back of my neck where the muscles get tight; I was in heaven. Suddenly I became aware of the doors to the shower stall opening and before I could react a little brown arm reached in and hit the water valve.

Suddenly I was being doused in ice-cold water. "----------!!!!!" By the time I finally managed to stagger out of the arctic deluge and find a towel to dry my face, I was face-to-face with Naomi, in the nude, regarding me with those solemn Oriental eyes.

"Peanut Butter Game," was all she said.

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My wife Angie and I have been married for seven years and despite having had two children Angie had kept her figure, she was a slim 34 year old woman with long blond hair and small to average, but beautifully formed breasts. We have had a good but not very adventurous love life. Angie would give me oral sex, usually while I was returning the favour but never allowed me to cum in her mouth. We had discussed anal sex but she had considered it too painful and dirty. In fact it had taken quite some time for me to persuade her to shave her pussy at the edges and a complete shave was out of the question. We had experimented with vibrators, which she enjoyed but she would never use it on herself, as she did not masturbate. So as you can see our love life was somewhat bland and lacking in zest.

We had both been faithful to each other during our marriage and I could never foresee Angie ever leaving. I have however always had a fantasy of seeing my wife get fucked by other men. It was a constant thought in my head when I would masturbate. The thought had become more of an obsession having spoken to a woman in a sex chat room who had regularly with her husbands consent been to swinging parties fucking on average 3?4 men in a night. Except on one occasion when she had fucked 11 different men. She had sent me a picture of herself laid with her legs open, holding her large breasts and pouting at the camera and best of all cum running from her gapping recently abused shaved cunt. The images this put in my head of seeing my wife get gang fucked was almost too much to bear. There was no way my somewhat prudish and naive wife would ever willing consent to going to a swingers party so I had to think of a way of getting us into the situation so as just to have that one opportunity to see if my dreams would ever come true.

For sometime I investigated the swingers scene on the web checking out party dates and locations. Until one day I found a local party night close by to our own hometown. The thought of being there became an obsession and I began to weave a web of lies to create an excuse for us to be at this party.

I had said to my wife that we would be going to a party to meet a group of business people on a social basis in the hope it could further my work career. I told my wife that I wanted to create a good impression so she should dress up for the occasion. As the evening drew closer my anxiety and excitement was reaching fever pitch. I had persuaded my wife just the day before to give her pussy hair a trim. Seeing her bulging hairless pussy lips that night I could only imagine them being parted by a thickly veined strangers cock. But then what chance could I have of seeing that. I knew in my heart that once my wife realised what the party was she would leave and I would be left trying to explain that I did not know it was that sort of party. Not to mention an aching cock.

The night arrived my wife was perfect in her silk underwear thong briefs and hold up stockings. She wore a silky summer dress slit up on side. We drove to the party talking and I rested my hand on my wife’s leg as we drove. I could not resist sliding my fingers into the slit in her dress and playing around the gusset of her panties. She told me to stop because she did not want to get wet down there. Little did she know I wanted to see her dripping wet.

As we arrived I looked into my wife’s eyes and felt a pang of guilt for all the lies and deception that had brought us here, but my heart was pounding looking at how beautiful she was. At the back of my mind I knew nothing would come of all this but I had to see, I had to try.

We entered the party and all were very friendly, as you would imagine. My wife commented to me that they were such a nice group of people, but that the woman seemed to be very provocatively dressed. The woman there did have very tight short dresses and low cut tops with breasts cascading over their inadequate bras. The men where to my surprise where mostly good looking and fit. I guess I had expected more perverts and older men. The group was mostly middle aged except for two younger couples. Who we spent most of the evening talking to. I thought the penny would drop any second as the conversations tended to be quite sexually driven, but this seemed to go over my wife’s head

The party itself was very alcohol fuelled and before long my wife was quite tipsy and giggly. And then it happened. A couple sat on a sofa were kissing heavily; my wife pointed them out and commented that they seemed to have had too much to drink. I said that they seemed to be enjoying themselves so good luck to them. Then two couples we had been stood talking to became closer and were touching each other. It seemed to be the trigger that opened the floodgates as more and more people became intimate. We just sat there on a sofa watching in disbelief. My wife turned to me with a questioning look. I shrugged my shoulders as if to say I don’t know what’s going on. We watched silently until my wife asked that question I was dreading. “What’s going on?” The words stuck in my throat until I blurted out. “ I think we may be at a swingers party”. She looked back at the room and laughed out load. This shocked me. I thought we would be in the car driving home at this point. “Really” she exclaimed. “Oh my god!” I realised the drink was working well at lowering her normal more staid behaviour. “Let’s just watch shall we I said,” She said nothing and just looked back to the room.

By now couples were getting undressed, some leaving to go to other rooms. Some happy to be watched. Eyes were on us. The hostess came and sat next to Angie and said, “This is your first party isn’t it. I can always spot the first timers. Just remember you do not have to do anything you don’t want to.” My wife turned to her and simply said, “OK”.

I placed my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to me to help her feel secure. She was watching the proceedings intensely. In particular the couples previously touching who had swapped partners and the women were masturbating their new partners as they kissed. The men had removed their tops and fondled their breast through their bras. One woman released the clasp of her bra and allowed her ample breasts to tumble forth her nipples very long and erect. Her new partner pinched and pulled at her nipples roughly as she squealed out loud. She lowered her head to his lap and roughly pulled down his shorts to expose his hard cock, immediately she took his rigid tool into her mouth and slid her lips down his shaft engulfing his cock in her throat. I heard my wife draw breath in shock. The other couple had now stripped and the man was positioned between his partner’s legs as he went to work on her clit with his tongue. She gripped at her breasts and threw her head back in pleasure and groaned, lifting her legs and opening them to expose herself to him as his tongue darted in and out of her glistening pussy. I followed the gaze of my wife’s eyes and saw that she was looking not at the woman but at the arse of the man fellating her. It was firm and tight his handsomely proportioned cock jutting forward in an arc from his firm stomach.

Then it happened the moment I had dreamed of as my wife came to accept the situation. Her hand ran over my lap and touched my aching cock straining in my pants. She turned and kissed me deeply her tongue darting into my mouth and drawing me in. She was hot and hungry for me. I immediately found the slit of her skirt and run my hand inside to feel the heat and moisture of her soaking pussy. She lifted her bottom to signal the removal of her panties. I slid them forward and down to the floor as she tore at my zipper to get to my cock. Pulling my cock into the cool air she imitated the woman whose talents in blow jobs was obvious, and sunk her lips and mouth down onto my cock. I gasped in pleasure the tension in my cock had been so great. My fingers found her entrance and slid easily into her soaking wet pussy. The situation had obviously aroused my wife more than I anticipated. She wriggled onto my fingers as I finger fucked her. The woman sucking on her partners cock was looking at me now, and smiling just as her partner jerked and cum into her mouth. She lifted her head and allowed a thick stream of cum to hit her face opening her mouth to catch the constant stream of thick white cum. The sight pushed me over the top my balls tensed sensing my orgasm my wife gripped my balls and squeezed but did not move. My cock jerked in her mouth and I exploded. I gripped at her hair and held her there, she swallowed again and again as I emptied my aching balls into her throat, the feeling was glorious. The two couples had stopped to watch us and gave my wife a clap as she lifted her head, my cum running from the corners of her mouth. She turned to me and smiled. Taking her head I kissed her deeply tasting the cum and saliva. “Thank you I mouthed to her” I looked into her eyes and saw a burning passion that I had never seen before. “What about me she said?” Then a husky voice came from behind her “Can I help you there?” We both turned to look and saw the man that my wife had been watching so intently earlier as he had been pussy licking his partner. My wife’s face blushed and she turned and looked at me. I simply nodded. Without a word she sat back on the sofa and opened her legs. The stranger knelt before her holding her legs gently open and lowered his lips to her pussy. He gently kissed around her lips as my wife gasped a short intake of breath. Then he licked around her lips and up over her clit. I now realised he must be quite practised at this. He continued to run the tip of his tongue around the inside of her bulging pussy lips. My wife had her eyes shut as she reached down and held his head caressing his hair. He was sucking on her clit and alternatively dipping his tongue into her pussy, he continued this for a while as I watched when she suddenly arched her back and screamed out as her first orgasm hit her. The first time any stranger had brought her to climax since we married.

“Did you like that the man exclaimed?” “Yessss” my wife hissed “thank you”. By now an audience had gathered men with ragging hard ons were being wanked by naked woman as they watched. Angie turned to me and said; “I need to be fucked baby” I nodded. With this the expert with the tongue took her face and kissed her. I reached over and lifted her to remove the dress that had been pulled up around her waist her breasts fell forward to meet the stranger’s hands that roughly kneaded them. He pulled her down onto the floor and opened her legs. My wife took hold of his cock rubbing it then placing it at her hot swollen pussy lips. “Fuck me she exclaimed and do it hard” With this he thrust his rigid cock into her “Oh God!” my wife shouted. He started to fuck her hard and fast pumping into her body so she shook with each thrust, her breast rocking back and forth with the motion. She lifted her legs and grabbed her ankles. The stranger on out stretched arms fucked her harder to the sound of his thighs slapping into her arse and the squelching sound of my wife’s well soaked pussy. I sat mesmerised by the sight of his cock pulling out to the very tip and then plunging back in to the hilt. The lips of my wife’s cunt stretching around his thick shaft.

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My fondling lover whispered to me "shall we take a closer look." She took my hand and lying on the floor next to my wife top to tail watched from below at the cock sliding in and out of my wife’s well fucked cum dripping hole. Fuck me she said as I placed my cock at her shaved pussy lips only inches from my wife’s face. Angie stopped sucking on her cock and watched my cock as it slid into my lovers’ pussy her thighs lifting from the ground to meet my stroke and take me into her. I looked into my wife’s eyes and we smiled at each other before she returned to servicing her waiting cock. I watched as my lover reached out and stroked my wife’s pussy and the balls of the pounding member as it slid easily back and forth into my wife. Her fingers traced around her clit and started to stroke and play with it. We lay there fucking for some time but, then as if in a great crescendo of orgasms the cock in my wife’s mouth pulled out and shot cum all over my wife’s face, as he pumped his organ over her she opened her mouth to catch the spray. At the same time the lover inside her tensed as the fingers on his balls squeezed and he let loose into my wife’s pussy the second load of hot cum, my lover still squeezing his balls to empty him totally whilst rubbing my wife’s clit vigorously. This was all too much for myself and my wife we both start to orgasm my wife pushing down onto the invading fingers on her clit and I into my lovers hot pussy that expertly squeezed my cock with her muscles sucking my cum into her.

We all collapsed into a heap on the floor. I looked over to my wife. Cum saturated her face, running from her mouth and pussy, her arse hole coated in thick white spunk that poured still from the cock now lying on her buttocks. I kissed my lover then turned to my wife and kissed her deeply tasting the cum that filled her mouth.

The others in the room dissipated to fuck each other. As my wife and I lay there cum soaked and content. I ran my hands over her wet sticky body and found her pussy, sliding two fingers inside and scooping the cum from her I probed her arse hole and lightly fingered inside her arse, She pushed back and allowed my finger to enter her. “That is for you only my love,” she said as she lowered her lips once more to my already stiffening cock. She licked clean the sticky juices of my orgasm and that of my lovers pussy juices, wanking me gently until I felt a rigidness return. My fingers slid now easily in and out of her arse I added a second, which was soon accommodated. My wife then stood shakily and walked to a nearby table laying over it she spread her legs and turned to look at me. She had never looked so beautiful stood there in only her stockings legs spread, bent over, her abused and used pussy gapping open cum still running from it down her legs. She parted her buttocks and said again “for you only” I walked to her kissed her on the buttock then placed the tip of my now rigid cock against her arse hole. “I love you” I whispered and pushed the tip of my cock inside her. Her body tensed then relaxed again. I edged a further inch inside her. She relaxed further and accommodated me opening up and pushing back onto my cock another inch sliding inside her. Like this we continued until my cock was fully inside her. “Now fuck my arse,” She said. I start a slow deep rhythm inside her. The tightness of her arse hole round my cock felt total ecstasy. I held her arse and fucked her with vigour. I voice from the side said; “Can I help you?” It was our hostess holding a 10” vibrator. She placed the vibrating tool against my wife’s clit. She groaned and pushed back onto me egging me on. I gripped her buttocks firmly and fucked her with renewed earnest. She started to squeal begging me to fuck her arse harder. I did so pounding her virgin arse hole until my balls clenched tight and I felt them explode pumping cum into my wife’s arse hole. Gripping her tight I emptied my cock deep inside her. As she screamed and bucked on my cock her arse clenched and she pushed down onto me as the vibrator took her over the top. Trembling and shaking she cum until she slipped from the table with exhaustion onto the floor with me still buried deep in her arse.

I pulled my flaccid cock from her and watched as the cum oozed from her arse hole. Our hostess licked the cum from her arse hole and cleaned her pussy still so very sensitive. We fell asleep in each other’s arms from exhaustion.

We woke the next morning having slept there on the floor all night. The guests had all gone and our hostess brought us coffee. “We have another party next month you are most welcome all my guests said what a wonderful show you put on last night and many are keen to play with you next time. My wife now shy again and looking a little ashamed as the previous nights events flooded back into memory, looked to me “We’ll be here” I said.

In the car on the way home was silence “I love you” I said to break the silence. “I love you too” Said my wife “and I shall never leave you no matter home many men use me for sex. I will always be yours” It was then I knew for sure we would be going back next month.

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