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Administrator — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 14:36:07 +0000

Deb met her a few
months ago and they hit it off right from the start. They get together
every so often to enjoy the pleasures that only two women can give each
other and from the stories Deb tells me afterwards they do enjoy
themselves. Anyway Deb asked Teresa if she would consider an evening of
fun and pleasure with the both of us. Teresa wasn’t too sure about the
idea but Deb assured her that she would have the final say so and that if
she only wanted me to watch then that is all I would do. So it was agreed
that we would meet for dinner and get acquainted and see where things led
from there. We met at a very nice restaurant in San Jose and spent the
better part of two hours talking and getting to know one another. By the
time we left the restaurant we were all very comfortable with each other
but still no decision had been made about what would transpire once we
reached the hotel. We got to the hotel and the two ladies changed into
their sexy lingerie and then got comfortable on the bed. I remained
dressed but did wander around the room taking Polaroid snapshots of Deb
and Teresa as they began to relax and started kissing and fondling each
other. Needless to say my blood pressure began rising quite rapidly. They
were kissing each other very deeply and were taking turns lying on top of
each other and doing some very sensual and erotic dry fucking. Deb moved
things on to the next level by moving down and removing Teresa’s panties
and then began to caress her pretty pussy with her fingers. She gently
spread Teresa’s thighs and began to lick her clit, all the while the
Polaroid was capturing the show and my cock was swelling in my pants. Deb
inserted a finger into Teresa’s now wet vagina and began finger fucking
her while at the same time licking feverishly on her swollen clit. Teresa
is a very HOT blooded lady and it wasn’t long before she was on the verge
of orgasm. One thing about Teresa that Deb had not told me was that when
she comes she has a tendency to lose control of her bladder. As Deb lick
and sucked her clit and massaged her vagina with her exploring finger
Teresa exploded in orgasmic ecstasy and showered Deborah at the same time.
I was not expecting this and I nearly lost it when it happened. That
combined with the fact that Teresa like Deb is a real screamer and the
entire scene had me ready to explode.

Then it was Teresa’s turn to eat a little pussy, something she obviously
enjoys. After sucking on Deb’s tits for awhile she slowly moved down into
position and buried her face in Deb’s pussy, licking and sucking her clit.
The old camera was clicking away and I was having a great time, but boy
was I getting horny. It wasn’t very long before Deb was moaning and
thrusting her pelvis up to meet Teresa’s probing tongue and finger.
Watching the two of them on that bed and Deb coming and Teresa sucking up
all that pussy juice, what a sight. I was at the end of my ability to
control myself. I began to feverishly remove my clothes and by the time I
was completely naked, Deb had regained her composure after a very intense
orgasm. She invited me over to the bed and once I was lying down she began
to caress and kiss my swollen, throbbing member. She was on her knees
between my legs and Teresa was behind her stroking and kissing her ass.
What a sight, my cock sliding in and out of Deb’s mouth while Teresa was
licking and kissing all over Deb’s body. The feeling was heavenly and Deb
began to massage my balls as she allowed my cock to go deeper and deeper
into her throat. At this point Teresa reached out and took my hand and we
began caressing each others fingers and hands. The touching moved up the
arms to the shoulders as she moved her upper body closer to mine. Deb was
continuing to lick and suck my cock and had gently inserted a finger into
my ass, OH WOW, was it feeling good. I began massaging Teresa’s tits and
then she leaned forward and began kissing me passionately, thrusting her
tongue deep into my mouth. I had my hand between her legs and was rubbing
her still sopping wet pussy. I slid my index finger inside her and was
rubbing her hard clit with my thumb. At this point she gave me one last
deep, wet kiss and then moved to position her pussy right over my face. I
raised my head slightly and plunged my face and mouth right into her
beautiful, juicy cunt. My tongue was flitting back and forth from probing
the deep interior of her pussy to licking her swollen clitoris. She was
gently rocking her hips back and forth to get the full effect of my
feasting mouth and I could feel her shivering as the tension began to
build in her. Deb told me later that she was watching me munching on
Teresa’s snatch while she was devouring my cock. It was wonderful, my face
buried in that gorgeous pussy and my cock thrusting deep into Deb’s mouth.
And then it happened, Teresa started to come. She was fucking my face like
a woman possessed and my tongue was grinding on her throbbing clit. As the
orgasm began to take control of her body and her pelvic muscles began to
spasm the flood started. I felt the warmth flowing over my face and chest
and then my cock began its on dance of ecstasy. Every muscle in my body
spasmed and my back arched as my cock exploded in Deb’s mouth, my cum
filling her mouth to overflowing. And as she swallowed my love juices,
Teresa collapsed from the strain of her own orgasm. We all laid
intertwined and spent for quite some time. Then the two girls began
playing again. First it was touching, kissing and tickling and slowly the
focus changed to more deliberate action. They each in turn brought one
another to orgasm via masturbation and then they took turns going down on
one another and again enjoying the pleasures of eating each others pussy.

Watching this exhibition of female sexual abandon had me hard as a rock
before I knew what was happening. By this time Teresa was lying on top of
Deb and they were in perfect alignment, face to face, tits to tits and
pussy to pussy. I was in a semi reclining position with my back against
the headboard right next to the two gorgeous naked sexy female bodies. My
hips were about level with their shoulders and I was watching intently as
they explored each other’s mouths with their tongues and slowly rubbed
their HOT pussies together. Teresa looked over at me and saw my erect,
throbbing cock. She reached over and took it in her hand and began to
stroke it gently. She then shifted her upper body towards me and began to
lick the swollen head of my cock. She said, “you taste delicious” and then
took my member all the way into her mouth as she lightly sucked. There was
a slow shifting of bodies as Deb and Teresa untangled from each other and
Teresa moved to position herself to concentrate on cocksucking. She spent
several glorious minutes sliding my cock all the way down her throat and
then she sat up straight and said in a very matter of fact way, ” I want
you to fuck me”. In a matter of seconds she was on her back and I was
positioned on top of her ready for penetration. Deb said, “let me help”
and grasping my cock in her hand guided it gently but firmly into Teresa’s
waiting pussy. Teresa wrapped her legs around my waist and stuck her
tongue into my mouth and I began thrusting deep into her wet snatch. While
I was driving my cock in and out of Teresa’s beautiful pussy Deb had
positioned herself in such a way that she was in position to slide a
finger into Teresa’s ass. I was unaware of these goings on but Teresa
responded to it like a wild woman. Her hips were thrusting up to meet my
cock as I drove it deep inside her and Deb was eagerly fingerfucking her
ass. As Teresa started coming I was unable to hold back any longer and I
filled her pulsating vagina with a tremendous load. The waves of pleasure
flowed over my entire body and my ears were filled with the screams of
Teresa’s orgasm. Once we had regained enough energy to be able to talk,
Teresa said, “I want more of that”. Not knowing what Deb had been doing
while I was busy fucking Teresa’s brains out, I didn’t know that she was
referring to wanting more up the ass. Once they both explained it to me, I
said I would be happy to oblige. Teresa’s plan was for me to enter her
from behind, her on her knees with her ass in the air. While I was fucking
her she wanted to eat Deb’s pussy. She and Deb got into position and I
just watch for a bit as Teresa licked and sucked on Deb’s clit. Then I
moved up behind her and slowly, gently penetrated her ass, going deeper
each time my cock moved in and out, until my entire length was buried deep
inside of her. As my cock slid in and out of her tight little ass she
began licking Deb’s pussy faster and faster. We had a mirror positioned so
that Deb could see me fucking Teresa from behind and we were all racing
towards orgasm at breakneck speed. Deb had the best view in the house and
with the assistance of Teresa’s talented tongue she was the first to go
over the edge and began moaning with orgasmic delight. This excited me
greatly and I began thrusting into Teresa’s ass rather wildly as I watched
and listened to Deborah’s screams of pleasure. The double action of Deb
creaming all over her face and my piledriving her ass sent Teresa into a
wild orgasmic frenzy and as her and Deb’s screams blended together I
exploded into her ass and then just held on for a wild ride. As my cock
slid out of her puckering rosebud my come gushed out and flowed down the
backs of her thighs. We finished the night with a long soak and grope in a
jacuzzi filled with bubble bath and then went to bed and slept intertwined
with me in the middle and Deb and Teresa on either side of me. That was
one hell of a night and I can’t wait to do it again.

Groupsex Story

Administrator — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 17:17:32 +0000

Working as a male go-go dancer from Key West to
Providencetown, I learned firsthand that often women can
become pretty daring. While dancing, rotating my buns as
I thread my way between the tables, I’ve had even the most
prim-looking gray-haired ladies grope my crotch and go as
far as to slip their nimble fingers between the elastic of
my briefs.
Recently, I was enjoying some well-earned time off
when a friend asked if I’d be interested in earning some
easy money posing for a women’s art club. Sure, I said,
expecting anything but what happened.
Most of the women were older, mid-thirties and up, a
lot of divorcees and several widows. Everything went fine
until I disrobed and took my position on the small
elevated platform wearing only a skimpy bikini. One of
the students, a svelte woman around forty, with firm,
pointed tits and short-cropped, salt and pepper hair
recognized me as a dancer from one of the local clubs.
She got the other women revved up, and soon art went down
the tubes as the class clustered around me pleading for a
demonstration of my act. They’d make it well worthwhile,
they promised, with much more than I’d earn posing. I
couldn’t resist.
A few minutes into my bump-and-grind, thrusting my
hips and cock at those horny, sex-starved art lovers, a
tall striking blonde with soft melon boobs, leaped on
stage and whisked off her wraparound skirt. She began to
match my gyrations. Suddenly her blouse was sailing
through the air and she unsnapped her bra, releasing her
Dolly Parton-size jugs, jiggling them at me as she thrust
her full round hips at my cock. By now my crotch was
beginning to bulge. She spotted the outline of my growing
erection and smiled, lips parted and tongue sticking out.
“I will if you will,” she dared, sticking her thumbs
beneath the elastic of her sheer pink bikini panties. A
chorus of “Take it off!” filled the room. Money floated
on stage at our feet. “Fuck it,” I said. “Why not?”
I eased my briefs down over my hips and as my stiff
dick sprung into view the whole group cheered. I was
turned on by all of the adulation and my cock was
rock-hard. I have this little trick where, by flexing my
sphincter muscle, I’m able to make my dick jump up and
down. I did it several times, waving at them, and the
blonde ripped off her panties, dropped to her knees and
lunged at my dick with her open mouth. She swallowed my
entire nine-incher with one gasping gulp. Her warm mouth
was drooling like crazy and after a few wet mouth-pumps, I
was coated with her saliva.
She took my cock out of her mouth and knelt up
straight, then stuck my dripping dong between those melon
mammaries, molding the soft flesh around it, and began
massaging me as I began to pump my hips, tit-fucking her.
The salt-and-pepper-haired broad climbed on stage and
began licking the head of my cock as it slid between the
blonde’s quivering tits.
A torrent of women’s clothes flew overhead;jerseys,
bras, panties, pantyhose, all sizes and colors. After
than everything happened so fast I couldn’t keep track of
the sexual free-for-all.
Cushions suddenly appeared on stage and I was being
pushed down on them. A thin woman with a firm athletic
body and clean-shaven cunt was impaling herself on my cock
as an auburn-haired amazon lowered her flaming-red
creaming pussy down on my mouth. I felt tongues flicking
me all over, in my armpits, over my nipples, working over
my toes, and burrowing into my belly button, the delicious
slurping and sucking sounds blending with soft moans and
excited cries.
My cock seemed to be everywhere at once–in mouths,
between tits, large and soft, small and firm, in cunts,
warm moist palms, some with long slender fingers, others
short and pudgy.
I don’t remember how many times I came that night, but
I know was sore in the morning and couldn’t get a hard-on
for three days!

Hot Babes Fuck Man To Death

Administrator — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 10:45:43 +0000

Frank had been seeing Carol for about six months, and during that
time, they’d had some great times. Carol was a lovely brunette with pale
blue eyes and a penchant for oral sex. Frank loved the way she looked up at
him with those soft blue orbs when her mouth was full of him. She often
smiled around his shaft, an impish delight shining in her eyes, while she
worked her mouth up and down. Carol’s figure is nice too. Slender, yet
filled out with the curves of a mature, sexy woman. Her breasts weren’t
large, but they were pleasing and wonderful, with large, sensitive nipples
that she liked Frank to play with. Carol is a delight in bed, or on the
floor, or on the kitchen table. She had a youthful enthusiasm and enjoyed
the sensual pleasures, giving back what she received. Carol’s behind is
firm yet soft, with the oh-so pleasing curves that men find sensual when
kneeling behind a woman with her ass pressed against him. Her hips only
hinted at her earlier motherhood. And therein lay a minor problem.
Carol’s daughter, Alicia, is 18, and Carol is 34. Carol had been a
naive fifteen year old when she found out about the need for birth control.
Alicia came along halfway through Carol’s 16th year. After Alicia started
to mature, Carol found delight in watching her daughter grow up, flirting
with the boys. Alicia, like most kids today, knew a lot more about sex
than Carol did in the early 70’s, and Carol was very patient and explained
things to her daughter. Alicia is now a young woman, and Carol found the
thought of her own coming independence both frightening and as a casting
off of restraints.
The problem? Alicia is a very pretty blonde, with passionate, light
green eyes, freckles on her cheeks, and a disconcerting habit of hanging
around when Frank and Carol would have preferred some privacy. Carol had
told Frank that Alicia was watching out for “mom”, making sure she didn’t
get too wild. The two of them laughed about that over dinner one night, in
a dark, romantic restaurant. Alicia didn’t know that several times Frank
and Carol had gone to a party and stayed late, even though it had turned
into a hot, sweaty orgy. Carol is bisexual and very easy about it. Even
Alicia knew, had known that, for many years. Carol had been turned off by
men after Ali was born, only returning to men after her twenty fifth birth-
day. Frank made a comment, jokingly, that perhaps they should throw an orgy
for Alicia, and let her see just what she was missing. Carol shot him a
look across the table, then slowly smiled. “Maybe we should.”, she said,
laughing at Frank’s wide-eyed surprise.
Things went along pretty well that summer. With Ali out of school, she
was almost constantly out on dates during the evenings, which left Frank
and Carol plenty of privacy. It was late in July when Frank went on a trip
for a week, phoning Carol several times to tell her how much he missed her.
Twice they steamed up the phone lines, describing in detail what their
reunion would be like. On Friday, Carol was waiting at the airport for
Frank’s plane to touch down.
Frank walked down the corridor from the plane and into the terminal.
Carol was standing among the crowd, easily seen in her brilliant blue
dress. The two embraced and kissed, then walked arm in arm towards the
baggage claim. Frank and Carol stood around the carousel until Frank found
both his bags, then headed for the door.
“Where’d you park?”, Frank asked.
“I didn’t.”, Carol smiled. “Ali has the car. There she is.”
The small sporty sedan pulled up, and Frank felt a twinge of disap-
pointment that he and Carol wouldn’t be able to get steamy all the way
home. He’d planned some interesting things on the plane too.
“Taxi Mister?”, Ali said cheerfully, popping open the hatchback.
Frank tossed the bags in the back. Ali climbed into what passed for a
back seat, sitting across it with her knees bent. Carol slid into the
driver’s seat. As Frank got in, he seemed to notice Alicia’s legs for the
first time, peeking out of her white shorts.
“You’ve been getting a tan haven’t you?”, Frank said, closing the
door.
“What else is summer for?”, Alicia laughed.
They drove off into the night, leaving the bright airport behind. The
air flowing in the open windows felt good, even though the humidity still
made their clothes feel damp and sticky. Ali was wearing sandals, white
shorts and a simple halter top. She sat behind her mother, facing Frank in
the front seat. Frank and Carol talked about his trip briefly, and then
Carol asked if he wanted to stop for something to eat.
“God yes!”, Frank said. “I’m famished! How about you guys?”
“We haven’t had dinner yet.”, Carol responded. “Anything’s fine.”
“Leo’s Bar-b-cue??”, Alicia said gleefully. Both Carol and Frank
chuckled, remembering that last time Alicia had stared at the cute young
man behind the counter throughout dinner.
“Sure.”, and “Sounds good.” were their replies.
Carol pulled into the lot and they went in. Frank admired Carol’s
reflection in the windows as they walked up, smiling at her graceful figure
and the way the light dress set it off. Alicia beat them to the counter,
and seemed somewhat disappointed that an older man was the only one there.
They sat on the hard picnic benches inside, eating ribs and chicken,
and Frank asked Ali who was the lastest man in her life. Ali talked in
animated tones about Steve and his motorcycle. Carol made some faces
during Alicia’s diatribe, and Frank smiled. A bit later, Carol was talking
about a movie she wanted to see, and Alicia was biting into a sauce covered
rib, when a large reddish drop of barbecue sauce dripped down right between
Alicia’s round breasts. Frank felt a twinge in his groin, his mind quickly
changing the color to white. Carol hadn’t noticed and Alicia wiped it off
with her finger, then licked her finger off. Frank felt a tightening sen-
sation in his crotch.
As they left, Alicia darted back in for a soda, she said, returning
with a paper sack. In the car, she drank her soda as they headed home. At
home, while Carol and Frank pulled his bags out of the car, Alicia went
inside. The bags were put in Carol’s room, and with Ali in her own room,
they finally kissed passionately. Frank felt the earlier sensation turning
into a thick erection as Carol pressed her body to his.
“Ali has something she wants to show you.”, Carol said when they came
up for breath.
“Hmmm, can it wait?”, Frank smiled, looking into her eyes.
“I think you’ll want to see this.”, Carol said, her eyes sparkling.
Frank took a deep breath and followed Carol into the front room. Carol
called out for Alicia and a moment later her bedroom door opened. Alicia
walked into the room and Frank took a short breath.
Alicia stood before him in a very small orange bikini. Her skin was a
smooth tan everywhere Frank could see. The bikini was a high-waisted
affair, with a long, thin triangle that dove between Alicia’s succulent
legs. The top seemed to be overwhelmed by her full breasts, with the small
triangles cupping her tits and threatening to slide down, thus exposing her
nipples. Alicia turned around, smiling from ear to ear, showing Frank the
back. In back, thin orange strings tied behind her neck and back leaving
her almost completely bare from the waist up. A very thin string circled
her waist, and a very thin slice of fabric dove down the crack of her ass,
surfacing as the triangle in front. Alicia’s ass was almost completely
uncovered. Both cheeks tauted him as she turned, rippling softly with her
few steps. Frank felt the firmness growing in his lap. Alicia turned
around again, still grinning.
“You like it?”, Alicia asked innocently.
Frank whistled softly. “Oh to be twenty again…today!”
Carol laughed with Alicia. Alicia sat down in a chair opposite Frank
and crossed her legs, giving Frank the impression that she was naked from
the waist down.
“It took me a month of nude sunbathing in the back yard so I could
wear this.”, Alicia remarked carefully. “No tan lines!”
Frank sighed and tried to get comfortable. His growing shaft pressed
against the leg of his slacks when he crossed his legs. Carol noticed and
put her hand on his thigh, not helping things any.
Alicia bounced up and announced that she had to make a phone call,
then jiggled out of the room, walking firmly for Frank’s benefit.
“She certainly is grown up, isn’t she?”, Carol said.
“Humph! OH YES!”, Frank said, kissing Carol. “And she knows it.”
“Why don’t we sneak into my bedroom while she’s on the phone and close
the door.”, Carol said. “I’m sure she’ll get the idea.”
They went into Carol’s room, and Frank closed the door. When he
turned, Carol let her dress slide to the floor, revealing her nakedness
that she’d concealed under her thin dress. She moved like flowing water to
Frank, and began undressing him. Frank ran his hands down her sides and
pulled her to him, kissing her passionately.
Moments later they were on Carol’s bed, with Carol straddling Frank’s
mouth with her hips, her mouth wrapped tightly around his shaft. Frank
heard a small noise and wondered if Ali was listening at the door. The
thought of her nubile 18 year old body, nearly naked in her suit, fingers
down the front, listening to them gobble each other made his cock throb.
Carol moaned and pressed her hips down on his face and Frank licked and
sucked her flowing pussy. Carol moaned again, louder, and Frank found it
very erotic, since she was normally quiet. Carol spread his legs and licked
at his balls, the head of his cock pressing against her neck. Carol
pressed her cunt against his face hard, grinding down and rubbing her wet
pussy all over his face. Frank felt something on his hand pull it away
from Carol’s ass, then tighten around his wrist. Helpless since he
couldn’t see anything but Carol’s ass, he found his other wrist similarly
attacked. Just as suddenly Carol slid down his body, and looped something
over his right ankle, then struggled a moment with his moving left ankle
before it too was encircled. Carol slid off the bed and stood, and Frank
found himself tied to the bed with firm, yet soft ropes. Standing next to
the bed was Alicia, still in her orange swimsuit and Carol, stark naked.
The women looked at Frank, then Carol told him to relax. Alicia moved
to the other side of the bed and while Carol tightened his right side, Ali
tightened the left, until Frank’s arms were firmly against the headboard.
They moved quickly, using leather straps to tie Frank’s arms to the bed,
then they removed the ropes so his circulation returned to his hands. They
repeated this on his legs. Alicia knelt over his left leg, facing his
foot, and showing Frank her ass. The small suit covered her openings yet
that made her seem even sexier. Alicia turned around and looked down at
Frank’s hard cock.
“You weren’t exaggerating were you?”, She said, running her hand
softly up the length of Frank’s thick ten inches. Carol laughed and shook
her head. Just as she opened her mouth, the doorbell rang. Carol pulled
on her robe, the light one Frank had given her, and left the room.
“Whaddya have planned?”, Frank asked Alicia.
She smiled at him and kissed the head of his cock. “You’ll find out!”
she laughed.
Frank heard voices coming down the hall, and a blush creeping over
him. The voices stayed in the hall for long moments, then Carol came into
the room. She was followed by a small, lovely naked woman who looked a few
years older than Carol, and the woman’s equally naked daughter. The woman
was only about five feet tall, slender, with small mounds for breasts, a
deep natural tan skin, and smooth dark nipples. The woman’s short dark
brown hair gave her a very sensual appearance. Her daughter was a few
inches taller, with long hair that fell to the middle of her back. She had
larger, fuller breasts, that hung down slightly, with hard nipples almost
covering their ends. The girl’s lighter hair matched the thick tangle
between her lithe legs, and her mouth was a wide, sexy smile.
“This is Devra, and her daughter, Rena.”, Carol said introducing the
ladies.
“I like your suit!”, Rena said to Alicia. “When did you get that?”
“Last month.”, Alicia said.
“Ali, you’re still dressed you know.”, Carol said, implying it was
rude.
Alicia stood up on the bed, straddling Frank’s hips and began untying
her suit slowly. The neck string first, and she held the suit in place
while she undid the back. She let the warm bra fall onto Frank’s torso,
and he jerked slightly. Alicia looked down at Frank, smiling while her
breasts wobbled slightly. She used the thumb and forefinger of each hand
tugging slowly on the strings to her bottoms. Frank’s eyes were glued to
her body, waiting for the material to fall. The knots slipped, and the
bottom slid from between her legs, hanging in front of her, obscuring
Frank’s view. Ali dropped the moist, warm fabric onto Frank’s crotch and
let him look.
“Oh, that’s beautiful!”, Devra said.
“Ali, that’s so sexy!”, Rena added.
Alicia had shaved her pussy completely, and her tan lightened where
her bush had been. Frank could see her glistening pink cuntlips, and the
tip of her clit pushing out at the top of her slit. His cock jerked at the
erotic sight.
Alicia stepped to Frank’s left and stood there, and Rena climbed over
Frank, her hanging breasts dragging across his large, rigid cock. She
knelt on the bed in front of Alicia and began licking the blonde’s naked
pussy, showing Frank her own bushy cunt from behind.
Frank’s cock stood up at a forty-five degree angle, wavering and
throbbing as he watched the two young girls. Carol and Devra sat on the
edge of the bed, caressing each other while their daughters made sapphic
love. Frank felt like he would burst with all this hot, womanly flesh
surrounding and ignoring him. Pre-cum oozed from the head of his cock,
slowly trickling down the side of his shaft.
Devra produced a long feather, and began to run it over his balls, up
the underside of his shaft, and then down his thighs.
“Relax.”, Carol said. “Enjoy the sensual pleasures.”
Frank groaned.
Alicia and Rena fell into a slow, sensual sixty-nine, and the sounds
of lips smacking against moist pussies forced more pre-cum from the tip of
Frank’s thick cock. Devra knelt and began tracing Frank’s body with the
feather, circling his nipples and outlining his chest lightly. Carol was
lying between Devra’s legs, sucking the small woman’s cunt with noisy
abandon. Frank saw the flush in Devra’s dark features, the hardness of her
nipples. On the other side, Rena’s hips moved wantonly over Ali’s face,
and both girl’s full breasts seemed to be squeezed out to their sides.
Rena’s were fuller, larger, and one hung along Ali’s side, half crushed by
her weight.
Devra let out a small cry, then arched her back, laying her head on
Frank’s stomach as she came. She shook a few times, and then Frank watched
Carol kiss her friend’s pussy and sit up. Carol’s face glistened with
Devra’s cream, and Carol moved up and kissed Frank hotly. She rubbed her
face against his, tonguing his mouth fiercely.
High-pitched cries and the rocking of the bed from his left made Carol
lift off and they both watched. Rena and Ali were grinding their cunts
against each other’s mouths, bucking hard, making wet smacking noises. Ali
came first, raising her legs and locking them hard around Rena’s head. Her
hips rocked upwards and shook as she moaned into Rena’s steaming snatch.
Frank could see Rena’s thick cream leaking down the side of Ali’s flushed
face. Ali lifted her head and sucked, and Rena’s body jerked, then began
shaking. Her moans sounded like soft whimpering. Rena’s soft round ass
clenched and she sat back, rocking wantonly on Ali’s face. She let out a
long, soft “oh”, then stiffened and fell limp on top of Ali. Frank watched
for a few moments as both girl’s breathed hard.
“Our sexy girls.”, Devra said to Carol, running her hand over Carol’s
fair skinned ass.
Rena rolled off of Alicia, onto her back. Her legs were spread wide
giving Frank a good look at her sopping cunt. Rena’s thighs glistened
wetly, and her tits were covered with sweat. She smiled, her tongue just
behind her front teeth, making her look sweet and sexy.
Ali rolled over and came up to kiss Frank. Carol watched her daughter
shove her cream coated tongue into his mouth, then begin rubbing her tits
against his chest. Frank tasted Rena’s sweet cream, and sucked it from
Alicia’s tongue. Rena was next, and her wide mouth covered his, and she
slid her long tongue into his mouth. She tickled the back of his mouth with
it, and Frank tasted Alicia’s cum, sucking the hot girl’s slippery tongue
to get every drop.
Rena moved away and spread her legs wide, letting Carol begin to suck
her slippery cunt. Ali moved up and straddled Frank’s face, holding
herself just out of reach. Devra’s hand slipped a vibrator into Ali’s cunt
and it began to hum. With each full stroke, when it was deep inside Alicia,
Devra’s thumb brushed Ali’s prominent clit. Frank watched her pink lips
extend around the vibrator as it slid from her cunt, then disappear as it
was pushed in again. Ali’s bare, shaved cunt showed every soft fold of
skin, every spasm of her inner walls. Ali’s hips rocked back and forth in
time with Devra’s pumping. Frank looked up to see Devra’s lips locked over
Ali’s left tit, sucking the nipple out from her breast. He saw Ali’s cream
seep around, then down the vibrator, wetting Devra’s hand. His cock was
about to burst when Ali moaned and shook a few times.
Devra removed the vibrator and Ali pressed her bare cunt to Frank’s
lips. Frank’s tongue lapped at her clit, then her hole as her hips rocked.
She spread her slippery wetness over his face and then grabbed his head and
pressed his face hard against her creaming cunt.
“Drink me!”, Ali moaned passionately.
Her cream flowed from her, and Frank sucked and licked it up from her
slick, rocking pussy. Alicia came for several long moments, then slid off
of him and onto the floor, breathing heavily.
Devra mounted Frank’s tongue quickly, facing his feet and he sucked
her twat too. Devra’s pussy tasted different, and her coarse hair tickled
his nose. Devra moaned and Frank felt her spasms with his tongue. He
shoved his tongue into her pussy and drank her creamy juices until she
crawled away, still jerking from the aftershocks.
Rena moved between Frank’s legs and licked from his asshole, up under
his balls, and played her long tongue over his aching gonads. She lifted
each one, then let it roll off the side of her tongue. She lifted them both
by snagging her tongue between them and lifting the sac. Frank groaned and
his pre-cum oozed down the underside of his cock. Alicia came up and
licked the trickle, while their mothers kissed and sucked each others’
nipples alongside the bed. Frank had to watch, lest this be a dream. Even
if it was a dream, he wanted to remember every second.
The two young girls kissed each other over Frank’s cock and he felt a
deep, growing urge. His hips arched up to press his cock against the side
of their mouths. Rena turned and opened her mouth, then in one smooth
motion, lowered her head until her nose rested in his pubic hair.
Frank’s ten inch cock nestled in Rena’s tight throat, and he felt that
he was about to cum. Rena rocked her head back and forth slightly, and
Frank was sure. The surge started deep and traveled through him. Rena
chose that moment to lift up and pinch his cock off with her fingers,
delaying his gusher. Frank groaned again, and his hips rocked..
Rena smiled with a mouthfull of him, and then, fingers still tight
around the base, lowered her lips to meet her fingers. Alicia watched in
awe, and then Rena sat up and kissed her girlfriend. The girls looked at
him, smiling, teasing him.
Carol sized up the situation. “I think he’s ready girls.”, She said
with a chuckle. Devra was sitting in Carol’s lap now, and they were
kissing and playing with each other’s nipples.
Rena slid closer to Frank’s cock, and Alicia reached down an put
Rena’s large tits on either side of his cock. She pressed them together
and pumped his cock a little while Rena licked her lips and smiled. Rena
bent her head down sharply and took the head of his cock into her mouth,
her tongue flicking over the sensitive area just below the head.
Frank groaned, and rocked his hips lewdly, pumping the head of his
cock into Rena’s mouth. His balls rubbed her chest between her tits, and
she sucked him like a soda straw. Alicia moved down, parted Rena’s cheeks
and rimmed the girl’s asshole with her tongue. Rena moaned around his cock.
This time Frank felt it rising like a tidal wave. A huge volume
rushing through his crotch, racing for his cock.
“Go ahead Frank, cum in her mouth.”, Carol said.
“Rena likes it Frank. Shoot off in her mouth.”, Devra added, pulling
on both of Carol’s nipples.
“Fill her mouth with cum Frank. Let us taste your cum.”, Ali urged.
Rena lifted her mouth and looked right at Frank. “Cum in my mouth.”
she said lewdly, “Let me drink your cum.”
Frank groaned and felt it surging up his cock. A thick fountain of hot
cum jumped out, leaping through several inches of space right into Rena’s
open mouth. The stream gushed for over one second and then she closed her
mouth in reflex. Frank’s cum spurted again, splashing against Rena’s lips
and chin, dripping onto her splayed tits. Frank felt like gallons were
shooting from his cock, right into her face. Again another long stream of
sperm flew, and Alicia’s face was in the way as he leaned down to join in.
“Cum on my daughter!”, Devra cried. “Cum all over her!”
Rena’s mouth closed on his cock and he felt his jism filling her mouth
with two more long streams. She pulled back and Ali began pumping Frank’s
cock against Rena’s neck and tits. Thick white streams of cum ran down the
girl’s dark skin, and dripped from her chin. Alicia sucked his cock, and
Frank shot two more squirts into her mouth, his balls being drawn up their
channels into his body. Frank felt like his balls would shoot out next,
and spurted again, this time against Ali’s left tit, soaking it with jizz.
The cum still trickled out of his cock and the girls rubbed it against
their faces and lips, pumping him for more. Then they kissed, sharing the
thick cream between them, swapping mouthfuls of cum and letting their
tongues dance in it. When they parted, they looked at each other wantonly,
then swallowed the thick jism and kissed again.
Rena sat up, her heavy tits streaked with Frank’s cum. She lifted his
semi-hard cock and sat on it, shoving it up her thoroughly soaked cunt.
Carol got up and began licking one of Rena’s tits clean, while Ali did the
other. Devra came over and licked off Ali’s left nipple, sucking the cum
off and laving the girl’s tit.
Rena rocked and moaned on Frank’s cock, feeling it harden again. Frank
was sure that he couldn’t cum again, but minutes later, five?, ten? who
knows, Rena got off quickly.
“He’s gonna cum mom!”, She cried.
Devra slid down and pressed Frank’s cock against her chest, rubbing
her daughter’s fuck juices over her nipples. Frank’s cock jerked and spurt
thick sperm over her tits, and some in her face. Devra licked the spurting
cock, oblivious that her face was getting soaked with his jism.
Exhausted, Frank lay back and watched the girls lap is cum off of each
other. It was Alicia who turned to him.
“Wanna cum in my cunt now?”, She asked, as if she’d asked him if he
wanted coffee.
“It’ll be a few minutes.”, Frank said softly.
“Aww, gee.”, Ali said. “I guess we’ll have to start ALLLL over!”
Frank fainted.

Telepathy Ability

Administrator — Sun, 12 Aug 2007 16:00:06 +0000

I strolled into the gym, dressed in shorts and a ragged old
T-shirt. People were drifting in, gathering for the fitness
class scheduled to begin in a few minutes. The norms scattered
around the floor stretching and loosening up were fit and
healthy-looking; I’d selected an advanced class for my day’s
recreation. The women, who outnumbered the men by a
considerable margin, were generally dressed in body-hugging
clothing. Spandex was common among the men, too; they mostly
seemed to be of that irritating Serious Exerciser type, anxious
that their clothing should state, “Hey, I do this all the time.”
“Norms?” Normals, you know; people who *can’t* impose their
will on other people, the way that I can. Call it projective
telepathy, call it what you will. How’d I get to be this way?
That’s not a subject I care to discuss, for reasons I’m also not
interested in pursuing. Don’t worry, though: should we ever
meet, Gentle Reader, you’ll be far too busy hastening to obey my
every command to worry about the origin of my power. Some might
say that I don’t put my powers to constructive use; they might
even go so far as to accuse me of being rather petty and
vindictive, even cruel at times. I recall a young man who said
something along those lines to me, right to my face. Poor
fellow; I may have been a bit hard on him, I must admit. I’ll
not go into the sordid details here. Hey, he’s *alive*, all
right?
I sauntered around the edge of the gym, casually checking
out the female population. Choosing the advanced workout had
been wise, I could see immediately; these women were uniformly
taut and lean, right up my alley. They invested a lot of time in
their bodies, clearly, and were interested in showing off their
well-muscled forms, chiselled out through rigorous diet and
exercise.
One young lass in particular caught my eye as she bent over
and stretched, and I headed towards her. Before I reached her,
however, a couple of macho-male jock types crossed my path,
talking loudly and not watching where they were going. The one
in front collided with me quite solidly, his shoulder meeting
mine and knocking me off balance for a moment.
“Hey, sorry, guy,” he boomed, slapping me on the back. They
moved past me.
“Hold on a moment,” I said. “Come back here.” They turned
around obediently and stood in front of me.
I looked them over. “I think you’re a couple of obnoxious
jock assholes. Don’t you agree?” They nodded silently. “Say
it.”
“We’re a couple of obnoxious jock assholes,” they chimed,
creating a pleasant stereo effect.
“Again, please.”
They said it again. “Well,” I said, “we’ll just have to
. . . Oh, hang on.” A few people nearby were beginning to take
notice of this little scene unfolding before them; it was time to
take care of that. *You will notice nothing unusual about
anything that may occur in this gym*, I wide-projected to
everyone in the place. I then slapped up a couple of repeating
fields over the only two doors, projecting that same command over
and over; anyone who entered would receive instructions to see
nothing peculiar. People returned to their chatting and warming
up, the behaviour of my two “friends” forgotten.
“Well,” I resumed, “we’ll just have to do something about
that, won’t we? For the next four months, I want you to do no
exercise at all, OK?”
“All right.” “Sure.”
“And twice a day you’ll be overwhelmed with a craving for
chocolate bars, ice cream, potato chips, that sort of thing. See
if you can gain fifty or sixty pounds for me, will you? And lose
all that nasty muscle tone. Do you guys have girlfriends?” They
both nodded. “Do you have sex with them often?”
“Every couple days.” “Twice a week, maybe.”
I smiled. “You’ll be impotent with them for the next four
months. No, make it six months, and make it with everyone, not
just them. Now, what’s the most expensive item you own?”
“My stereo system.” “My computer.”
“Why don’t you go home right now and smash those up for me?
After you’ve made sure the things are destroyed, you’ll have no
idea why you did it, all right? Forget about me, except that you
will of course keep following my orders. Go.”
They wandered off, wearing that amusingly puzzled look norms
tend to get when can sense that they’re about to do something
tremendously foolish, but have no idea why, and even less idea
what to do about it. I laughed aloud. You norms bring me no end
of amusement, you really do. Such a vast pool of things to play
with, and all of them without the most elementary of mental
defences.
My petty revenge having been exacted – yes, I admit it, but
I don’t let anyone else say such things – I continued towards the
girl. She wore pink leggings, with a black leotard. The leotard
plunged into a thong in back, emphasizing her firm ass underneath
the clingy pink material. Her breasts were rather large; the bra
that held them up was clearly visible in outline under the
leotard’s fabric.
I strolled up and placed a hand on her butt. She turned her
head to look casually over her shoulder at me, not finding this
unusual, of course; her gaze was just mildly curious.
“You don’t mind,” I said. Not a question.
“No, of course not.” She returned to her conversation with
two of her friends, neither of whom remarked upon my presence.
I ran both hands over that tight ass, then down her long,
muscular legs, enjoying the feel of her body.
“This is getting you turned on,” I informed her. I ran my
hands back up one leg, then brushed lightly over her cunt with my
fingertips. She gasped. I continued upwards, over her flat
stomach, to her breasts. Her nipples were large and hard,
perceptible even through two layers of material. She moaned
slightly as my hands moved over her.
I moved behind her and hugged her to me, moving one hand
over her tummy and the other over her tits. I could feel the
flesh of her ass pressing against my erection as I buried my face
in her long blond hair, pleased by the scent of it. I rubbed my
hard-on against her, and she moved her hips against me in
response. She had dropped out of the conversation by this point,
her level of excitement having rendered it difficult for her to
speak.
A female voice rang out from the opposite side of the gym.
“Just about a minute ’til we get started, everybody! Just let me
get the music set up . . .” The aerobics instructor had
obviously arrived while I had been distracted. I caught a
glimpse of her through the crowd. Holy smokes! Definitely
worthy of closer investigation.
But before I moved on, this lovely thing I was touching had
earned a bit of a reward. “You’re about to have an orgasm,” I
whispered in her ear. “3, 2, 1 . . . Now.” I felt her spasm
against me, and she let out a low cry. “Again, 3, 2, 1 . . .
Now. And again, 3, 2, 1 . . . Now. Have a nice day.” I left
her there, her face contorted with pleasure as the multiple
climaxes peaked and died away. See? I have my moments of
generosity, spreading a little joy in this dark and sad world.
Well, I’m *told* it’s dark and sad, anyway; I hadn’t really
noticed, myself.
The instructor was a truly spectacular specimen, I found
when I approached. She wore an all white outfit, leotard over
leggings; her body definitely did not need the concealing effect
of darker colours. Her breasts were of a medium size, not large,
but wonderfully well-shaped and very firm. Her arms were slender
yet toned. The flat panels of her stomach were outlined by the
leotard, as were the strong muscles of her long legs. Even her
ass was well-muscled.
She had a very pretty face, I noticed at last, and was
flashing a beautiful smile at some of the regulars as she cued up
her workout tape. Her hair was long and shiny black, tied back
in a cute ponytail. There was not an ounce of excess flesh
anywhere to be seen; her small, compact body was taut as a drum
all over.
“Wow,” I said. The word just slipped out, I was so taken
with her. She turned briefly and looked at me, then returned to
what she was doing. Under other circumstances, she might have
thought it unusual to see a guy standing up close to her, an
obvious erection poking at the front of his shorts, staring at
her body and practically drooling.
She brushed past me and jogged lightly to the centre of the
floor. God, she moved like a cat! No, like a tiger, long
muscles flowing under the skin. This, I thought, promises to be
fun!
The class got started, the instructor leading them through
some light stretching and other warm-up exercises. It was a
fair-sized crowd for the relatively small gymnasium, perhaps
fifty or sixty in all, among whom I counted about ten men. I
didn’t bother joining in; I just stood near the edge of the gym
and watched the woman in the centre. I found that a few
aerobicisers were impeding my view of her; I projected a command
that a clear aisle was to be maintained for me at all times.
After a few minutes the main aerobic segment began, complex
combinations of knee raises, leg lifts, stride jumps, and so on,
moving back and forth across the gym. As she led the class, the
teacher would change positions from time to time, moving out of
the centre to the front or the back. Many of the exercisers got
an extra workout while hustling to keep from moving between me
and her. Everyone was constantly checking – quite unaware that
they were doing it – to make sure that my line of sight was
clear.
There was a great deal of bouncing going on, and I was
enjoying watching the leader as she ricocheted around the room
with apparently limitless energy. But perhaps I could enjoy this
just a little bit more, I thought, if . . .
*Everyone make sure that you’re doing the same thing the
instructor is doing at all times*, I wide-projected. I turned my
attention to the current object of my desire. *That leotard is
quite itchy*, I sent to her. *Your breasts feel all
uncomfortable, and they’re too confined in there.*
As she performed the movements of the routine, her hands
started to dart up to brush her tits, futilely scratching an itch
that would not go away until I willed it. She also tugged at the
straps of her outfit, trying to loosen it for comfort. I was
amused to see the movements echoed all around the room, men and
women scratching their chests and pulling on their clothing.
*You’ll stop itching and feeling all bound up if you just
push your top down a bit*, I projected. *Go ahead.*
While still doing knee lifts, she reached up and eased the
straps of her leotard off her shoulders, peeling it down to her
waist. She wore a simple white sports bra underneath. Her smile
grew wider with relief, and she threw herself into the next set
of moves with great enthusiasm.
*The bra, too. Throw it to the edge of the gym.* She
reached behind her and unfastened it, then threw it off to one
side. A hail of bras followed as the rest of the class imitated
her.
The instructor’s breasts, now bouncing free, were topped by
small but prominent nipples. Looking around, I was greeted by
the pleasant sight of a sea of bare-chested women. The men were
bare-chested as well; they were looking around too, not finding
the situation unusual but certainly appreciating it.
*Why not get rid of the whole leotard? Just toss it.*
She had to stop moving for a moment to accomplish this.
Stepping quickly out of it, she threw the leotard – surprisingly
small when not filled by a body – to the edge of the gym. This
left her clad only in her white leggings, which ran from her
knees up to her waist, where they rode low on her hips. Again, a
flurry of clothing from the class soon joined hers. The men shed
their shorts or spandex tights, and continued to work out in
their underwear; that they were finding this an unusually
stimulating class was now quite obvious to anyone who cared to
look.
I sat down, content to just sit back and take in the scenery
for a while. The class moved on to strength exercises, pushups
and situps and other movements, all of which had interesting
effects on the anatomies of the females. Eventually they moved
on to an exercise for the inner thigh: lying on their backs with
legs straight up in the air, they lowered their legs out to the
sides, then brought them back together again. I stood up.
*Strip*, I told the instructor. *Everything off.*
She stopped what she was doing, sat up and hastily removed
her shoes and socks, then rolled the leggings down to her ankles
and slid them off. She wore nothing beneath them.
*Carry on with that exercise*, I told her. I walked up to
her through the rows of aerobicisers, all of whom were now naked.
I ran my eyes down her body as she pumped her legs up and down in
a fluid, constant motion, showing no signs of strain. The view
was impressive from where I stood near her legs, looking down at
her. It was a warm summer’s day, and a fine sheen of sweat
coated her smooth, flawless skin. To quote an old cliche: I love
exercise – I could watch it all day.
“Hold it there,” I said aloud to her, when her legs were
spread apart. She froze, legs held in that position, idly gazing
up at me. An exceptionally flexible girl, I noted; her feet came
down almost to the floor.
“What’s your name?”
“Liz,” she responded. “Liz Brimley.”
“You’re feeling pretty horny right now, aren’t you, Liz?”
She nodded, swallowing.
I touched her legs, revelling in the sensation of sliding my
hands over those muscles. Her skin was soft, and lubricated with
her own sweat. I knelt and traced them all the way down to her
pussy. After stroking her clit briefly, I brushed through the
dark pubic hair and on upwards; I could smell her arousal, now.
I continued on up, across her stomach to her breasts, which were
just as firm close up as they appeared from a distance. As I
leaned forward, my cock brushed her now wet cunt through the
fabric of my shorts. Perhaps it was time to take part in this
class myself . . .
“Um, excuse me?” A nervous voice floated across the gym
from near one of the doors.
I whirled and stood up, startled at this interruption. The
speaker, visible over a mob of people lying on their backs with
their legs spread, was a short, balding man somewhere in his mid-
forties. He walked towards me. I was temporarily speechless, an
exceedingly rare condition for me.
“Ah, excuse me,” he repeated. “I, um, was just wondering
if . . . Well, if this . . .” He indicated the gym with a wave
of his hand. “If this is . . . I can’t seem to find anything
unusual about it, but I feel sure that . . . Well, I mean, is
this *proper*, do you think? I mean, should you be . . .”
“Shut up,” I told him, cutting off his ramblings. “Who the
*fuck* are you?”
“I’m Bill Chesterton. I’m the administrator of the athletic
complex, here, and I was just passing by when I looked in and
saw . . .”
“Shut up.” I was puzzled by friend Bill’s apparent
resistance. Probing him, I found a rather distracted, fuzzy
mind, cluttered with vague, shifting thoughts. His mind was so
muddled that it felt . . . well, “slippery” is the nearest word I
can find. His absentmindedness was serving him as a sort of
shield, I concluded; my orders were partially obscured in the
general static, allowing him to perceive something as being out
of the ordinary in the gym.
Well, that was all right. I’d been worried there, for a
moment, that I’d encountered a new breed of norm, somehow immune
to my influence. He had resisted – mainly by accident – a
sustaining field, but surely he could not hold out against more
direct orders?
“Bill, old buddy,” I said, putting an arm around his
shoulders. “See that young lady right there?” I indicated a
young Asian woman, lying of course with her legs spread apart.
He nodded. “I’d like you to lick her, right there between her
legs. Go ahead, Bill, lick her cunt.”
“All right.” He knelt down without hesitation and started
in on the girl.
I watched him for a moment. It occurred to me that I should
have been more cautious in ensuring my privacy – a lesson for the
future. For now, I set up additional fields, surrounding the
doors and extending out away from them in a wide semicircle,
projecting a command: *Go away, and don’t come back here before
tomorrow.*
Bill continued to slurp away, rather noisily. The girl’s
forehead furrowed slightly from time to time; her brain was
obviously beginning to have just a bit of difficulty with the
assertion that having inept oral sex performed on her by a pudgy
balding man was nothing that she ought to find unusual in an
aerobics class. These twinges were only intermittent, however,
and the rest of the time she lay there contentedly, gazing
incuriously around the room.
“Stand up, Bill,” I instructed. He did so, and stood there
looking at me. “Wet your pants.”
A dark stain spread out from the crotch of his grey slacks.
A small puddle formed on the floor as the warm liquid dripped
down his leg.
Now, what to do with Bill? Something unfortunate really
ought to happen to someone who had given me such a start, but
what? Ah . . .
“You,” I said, pointing at the Asian woman. “What’s your
name?”
“Vicky Chan.”
“Find your stuff and get dressed, Vicky.” As she moved to
do so, I turned my attention back to Bill. “Are you married,
Bill?”
“Yes.”
“Happily? Ever fool around, ever cheat?”
“No, I would never do that.”
I smiled. “Never say never, Billy. By the way, you’ve made
a bit of a mess on the floor, there. Someone ought to clean that
up, don’t you think?”
“Yes, of course. The janitorial staff will . . .”
I cut him off. “Why don’t you do it? In fact, why don’t
you lick it up for me, right now?” He got down on his knees and
started lapping away.
When Vicky returned, dressed simply in grey bicycle shorts
and a black T-shirt, Bill was just getting back to his feet.
“Bill, meet Vicky, your new mistress. The two of you are
going to have an affair, starting today. Once a week you’ll get
together and have wild, passionate sex. You’ll have to hide this
from your wife, of course, and you’ll feel terribly guilty about
cheating on her, but you won’t be able to help yourself, you’ll
be so addicted to the sex.
“You’re going to spend outrageous amounts of money on Vicky,
bringing her expensive presents every time you meet, jewellery,
clothes, that sort of thing. Ask her what she wants. After
about four months, oops! Your wife is going to find out. You’ll
start to make mistakes, to make little slips that will eventually
allow her to figure out what’s going on. Do you understand?”
The two of them nodded.
I pulled Vicky aside and spoke to her separately. “Have you
got a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Well, there’s no need for any of this to affect your
relationship with him. Don’t tell him about your sugar daddy
over there. And you’re going to enjoy fucking Bill, I promise.
No matter what he does, you’ll get very turned on and have a
terrific orgasm at the same time that he does, all right?”
I pulled Vicky over to Bill and slid her arm around his
waist. “OK you two, run along now, off to your first date. Oh,
and Bill, if this little incident doesn’t bankrupt you and break
up your marriage, pick up a hooker somewhere and do it again.
And again. And don’t go around bothering telepaths, you
miserable shit.”
I projected the standard command to them: don’t remember me,
but keep obeying the orders. The two walked away, Bill gazing
adoringly – and lustfully – at the woman clinging to him.
I turned back to Liz, who lay still in the same position.
“Stand up,” I ordered. She climbed to her feet.
“Undress me.”
I held my arms up to allow her to pull off my T-shirt. She
then unlaced my shoes and removed them, tugged off my socks, and
slid my shorts down to my ankles. I hadn’t bothered with
underwear; my erect penis bounced free as she pulled off the
shorts. All around us, like so many marionettes, the class
engaged in an elaborate mime performance, undressing an invisible
man.
“I’m pretty sexy, don’t you think? In fact, I think that
I’m about the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. You’re
unbelievably turned on just looking at me, aren’t you?”
Liz nodded, and looked me up and down, slowly. Her eyes
kept returning to my cock. Her tongue frequently darted out to
moisten her lips. I rocked my hips back and forth a bit, causing
my hard-on to swing from side to side; her eyes followed it. One
of her hands moved between her legs, and she began to stroke
herself.
When I looked around the gym, I laughed aloud; the entire
class was doing it! I had a sudden image of her trying to lead
the class members through the procedure: “Now, this next
exercise . . .”
“You’d like me to fuck you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Tell me what you’d like me to do,” I ordered.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to touch me all over, to
touch my tits, to lick me. I want to touch your cock, to suck on
it, to feel it in my hands. I want to feel it inside me, your
long, hard cock thrusting into me. I want . . .”
I waved her to silence. “Maybe later.” For the moment, I
had other plans.
“Go get me one of those mats,” I told Liz. She jogged
gracefully over to the corner where the mats were piled. The
entire group turned and ran with her in unison, and the corner
became rather choked with bodies as the nearest people crowded
into it with her. As Liz came back bearing a mat, the class
spread out again.
I put the mat on the floor and lay down on it, projecting
commands to Liz. I had her rub her breasts over me, running her
nipples over my skin. She held herself up as though she were
doing a pushup on those strong arms, and started at my face, then
moved backwards, brushing her breasts over my chest and stomach.
As she went, she rubbed her wet, hot pussy against me, brushing
my stomach, then sliding it down my leg. She moved still lower,
and I sighed with pleasure as she rubbed those perfectly formed
tits, slick with sweat, over my already tremendously aroused
cock. Next, at my suggestion, she tickled my balls with her
thatch of pubic hair, then rubbed her bush lightly against my
cock, down at the base.
Now, norms under my influence tend to become very hesitant
about doing things that I have not specifically ordered; this is
why, for example, Liz hadn’t rushed forward and jumped me when I
was telling her to be fascinated with my body. This effect was
operating again at the moment. As she was teasing my cock,
holding herself on her arms with her back arched up – I was
enjoying the view – I could sense from Liz a very strong impulse
that she was keeping suppressed. She desperately wanted to just
slide up a ways, spread her legs and pull me inside her, despite
the risk of pregnancy or sexually transmitted disease.
I wasn’t about to allow her to give in to that particular
impulse, however. I hadn’t brought appropriate protection, and
why would I want to run the risk of messing up a killer bod like
hers with a pregnancy? There’d be plenty of time later for other
activities; I’d already decided that Liz would be coming home
with me. I have a touch of the collector’s bug in me, and she
was certainly a prize worth adding to my collection.
“Give me a blow job,” I said. The idea excited her, but
there was a twinge of disappointment as she slid her crotch away
from mine.
A long, pleasurable time later, I was still lying on the
mat, subject to Liz’s tender ministrations. She was very good at
it, especially once I gave her free rein to improvise rather than
simply following directions. I’d enlisted a couple of other
young women, too, pulled at random from the crowd, the rest of
whom were on their hands and knees, sucking and licking the air.
One girl was sucking on my nipples, teasing them with her tongue,
while the other knelt behind my head and leaned down to nibble at
my earlobes.
Liz could sense that I was close to orgasm, and she closed
her mouth over the tip of my penis and began to suck on it, hard.
My arousal built up and up, and shortly I came, crying out as the
pleasure coursed through me.
When I was young, before I had learned control of my talent,
I would tend to “leak” thoughts or emotions, especially when my
attention was distracted. On several occasions, whole apartment
buildings found themselves suddenly getting off – no doubt to the
great embarrassment of many – as I had an orgasm and projected
that intensity blindly outwards. I’ve since learned to control
it.
Here in the gym, though, I deliberately projected my
pleasure out to the crowd, so that as I came there was a rising
chorus of moans, groans and sighs as sixty-some people abruptly
climaxed simultaneously. Liz, who had already been in a highly
aroused state, had a particularly intense orgasm, bucking wildly
as she swallowed my semen.
I sat up languorously, a contented half-smile on my face. I
looked around. *Lick up anything you may have spilled, kids*, I
projected. The males dropped to all fours and started to clean
the floor with their tongues. No sense confusing the janitors
any more than necessary, I figured.
I told Liz to get dressed, and in short order the class was
once again fully clad. Time to clean up after myself a little
bit.
“Go into your cool-down routine,” I suggested. I rid the
class of their compulsion to copy her movements exactly, and told
them to forget everything that had just occurred. They would
remember an ordinary aerobics class, instead. I took down the
fields around the doors, cancelled the order to perceive nothing
unusual, and drifted to the back of the class. Standing at the
back, just watching as everyone else did cool-down stretches, I
attracted a few odd looks, which I ignored.
After a few minutes, Liz got to her feet and said, “That’s
all for today. Have a good one.” There was the traditional
post-aerobics round of applause, and the class broke up. I
smiled to myself as I heard people talking about what a good
class it had been. An exceptionally good class, from my point of
view! When the gym had mostly emptied out, I approached Liz; she
was retrieving her tapes and locking up the sound equipment.
“Ah, Ms. Brimley!” I said. “Great class, as always!”
“Thanks.”
“May I call you Liz?”
“Sure,” she said cautiously, not wanting this to turn into a
pickup attempt.
“I mean, it seems only right to be on a first name basis,
when we’ve shared so much together.” And I allowed her memory of
what had just happened in the gym to return.
Her eyes widened, and she was momentarily stunned. She then
started to take a big breath, perhaps preparing to yell something
at me.
“You’re in love with me, Liz,” I told her before she could
make a sound. “Madly, deeply, head-over-heels in love with me.
You’d do anything for me, anything at all. Why don’t you come
back to my place right now? We can talk about all the fun stuff
we’re going to do together.”
She flashed that beautiful smile at me, and said, “Let’s
go.”
We left the gym together, Liz holding my hand and babbling
happily about how devoted she was to me. My mind was buzzing
with thoughts of what to do with my new plaything when we got
home.

Bus Stop Blowjob

Administrator — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 15:23:51 +0000

I hadn’t been sitting at the bus stop long when a rather rough and muscular
man with a beard and plaid work shirt and jeans sat down next to me. It was
just beginning to get dark. The long shadows had disappeared, and the weak
light of a closed auto parts store accross the street cast a moonlike glow
over the nearby trees and shrubbery. I nervously pulled my purse nearer,
looking down.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Barbara,” I replied, my eyes glancing up at him and then back down to my
hands. His eyes had met mine for only an instant, but I could tell his gaze
had returned to examining my breasts under my red cardigan sweater. I suddenly
felt totally nude.
Reaching into my purse, I removed several Hershey’s Kisses, unwrapped one
and put it into my mouth. It was soft and sticky from the day’s heat.
“Have some,” I said, handing him two of the chocolates. As he unwrapped
one, I licked the chocolate from my fingers, looking into his eyes with my
eyebrows raised. His eyes met mine again with a smile.
“Your hands are a mess,” I said, and reached for his hand. One by one, I
placed his fingers in my mouth, first sucking and then licking away all traces
of the chocolate with my tongue. Without releasing his hand I stood, took my
purse, and led him around the bus stop bench. There was a school athletic
field here, and a tiny building for athletic equipment squeezed the loose
hedges and trees into an iron fence. In a moment we were in the
shrubbery between the fence and building.
His hands reached for me roughly, brushing the underside of my breasts, but
I placed my hands on his shoulders and pressed him unprotesting against the
wall. His eyes widened. Kneeling then, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them
and his briefs down in a single stroke. His cock swung slowly before my eyes;
I could feel its warmth radiating onto my face. Gently I cradled it in my
hands, lifting it to my mouth. I moved my tongue slowly around the tip and
then slid it in. It grew pulsatingly larger every second. Placing my hands
on his hips, I moved them around to his buns and held the loose flesh there,
moving his cock in and out. A groan escaped his lips and he placed his hand
on the nape of my neck, slowly stroking my long yellow hair from the
underside.
The pressure from his hand increased suddenly, his cock filling my throat.
His come filled my mouth, and the spasms from his groin pulsated from my head
down my spine. Swallowing, I stood and smiled at him briefly. A sound from
the street heralded the arrival of the bus. “Bye bye,” I said, slipping out
of the hedges quickly. “Barbara!” he called. I said nothing, leaving him
there frantically dressing himself.
As I stepped onto the platform of the bus, I could hear “What’s your phone
number?” faintly over the roar of the bus’ engines. Not looking back, the
doors closed behind me and the bus lurched into the deepening night.

Laundry Sex Story

Administrator — Sat, 04 Aug 2007 19:49:38 +0000

I had just finished toiling over my dirty clothes at the laundromat, and had
piled my stuff together to take home. I live only a few blocks away, and
usually walk when it is as nice outside as it was last night.

I must have looked like I was overloaded, carrying my laundry, because a
car pulled over next to me. “Do you want a ride?” said the girl behind
the seat of the purple VW Bug. Well, who am I to say no, right? So I
got in her car. “Thanks,” I said, not thinking of much else appropriate
at the time. She said, “I’m Andrea–where are we going?”

I gave her my address and of course within moments we had arrived. Andrea
asked if she could help carry anything. Well, it seemed to me like she
was already carrying herself really well. Pretty face, sandy blond hair,
a white t-shirt and denim mini-skirt, she looked pretty nice. But, who am
I to say no, right? So she carried a few of my shirts.

Walking up the stairs, I could have sworn I didn’t see any panties under-
neath her skirt, not that I was looking or anything. Hmmmm……

Well, we got into my apartment and she set my stuff down. “There you go.”

Not thinking of much else to say at the moment, but wanting to leave things
open, I said, “Thanks. What can I do to thank you?”

Well, if her nipples swelling under her t-shirt weren’t enough of a give-
away, she said, “I’m sure you can think of something.” And with that her
eyes made their way down to my crotch. This having been laundry night,
I was just wearing a t-shirt and running shorts….shorts that by now weren’t
doing a very good job of concealing a hard-on.

As her eyes returned to mine, she suddenly embraced me with a passionate
kiss. As her tounge probed my mouth, I thought again, well, who am I to say
no, right? This might be fun. And I return the thought with as much
enthusiasm as I could muster.

As my hands wandered her body, I discovered quickly that my earlier
observation had been correct–no underwear of any form. This girl had
obviously had something in mind when she stopped her car. Fine with me.

Soon I had removed what clothes she was wearing, and stopped to admire her
36C breasts with huge nipples. The rest of her body was mighty nice, too.
I really wanted to suck her breasts, but she stopped me to remove my clothes
first. Well, that didn’t take long either. And so there I was, standing
in my apartment totally naked with a girl I had met just 10 minutes before.

She was obviously studying my body, too. “Jewish, huh?” she asked, my
circumsized cock being probably the last clue anyone needs to figure that
out about me. “Yup.”

Andrea replied, “Well, I hope my pussy is kosher, then!” With that, she
dragged me to the bed, and motioned for me to lay down. Who am I to
say no?

She immediately mounted my face with her lucious pussy. I eagerly started
to suck on her clitoris and anything else my tounge could reach. I lifted
my hands up to feel her breasts, and they were as nice as I thought. Very
perky. Andrea started moaning, and started rubbing her clit as I ate her
pussy. But as hot as I was, I wanted equal treatment. “Eat me” I
commanded. So Andrea flipped around into 69 position, and immediately
engulfed my six inches. Nobody had ever deep throated me like she was
doing before, and it certainly was a turn-on for both of us. I worried for
a second that my slimy neighbor would hear our moans of passion and call the
cops. But thoughts of the beautiful love box on my mouth brought me back
to the more important reality of the situation.

Soon Andrea’s moans got louder, and I knew it was time. With two words, she
verified my thoughts: “Fuck me!” Fine with me

I got a condom out of my drawer (“Ribbed for her pleasure”), and quickly
rolled it on. A few last laps at her snatch, and I was ready. She got
back on the bed, and I teased her for a few seconds by not quite entering
her. This got me a few moans, and the next time I started in I was forced
from behind. This got a few moans from _both of us_.

I thrusted deeply and quickly, and soon Andrea was obviously nearing orgasm.
I started to nibble her ear, and this sent her over. Her moans were almost
screams, and I was sure everyone else in the building could hear us now.
Boy, was I going to get some looks! And almost as quickly as her first
orgasm subsided, she seemed to be building another. It was time for me as
well, though Andrea’s second seemed to be more important to her at the
moment, the way her nails were digging into my back. And as she finished,
she commanded “Now”, so I did. And suddenly, with one last thrust, it
was over.

After a few minutes of recovery, Andrea got up and put on what clothes
she had with her. She wrote down her phone number, and said, “Next time
you do laundry, give me a call!”

abused

Administrator — Fri, 20 Jul 2007 15:26:28 +0000

Well it was Thursday afternoon. Almost the end of another long
day at work. As Amy passed my desk she said, “Cheer up – dinner time
soon.” She and I had begun to share dinner together on Thursdays as we
are almost neighbors and, being recently divorced, enjoy visiting. I
replied with a tired smile, “I know – if I can survive that long!”
Little did I realize what was soon to be in store for me.

Five o’clock came after what seemed an eternity and we heading
home together in the car. As we came inside the house, she said, “Why
don’t you go ahead and change, I’ll start the pasta?” I agreed and
went off toward the bedroom. I began removing my blazer suit: hung my
blazer in the closet; unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it into the
laundry basket; kicked off my pumps and wiggled my tired feet;
unzipped my skirt and put it over the chair; unrolled my hose and
tossed them on top of the blouse, removed my bra and panties and
tossed them also. I went to into the bathroom to wash up but before I
could start the water Amy came in. “What are doing?”, I asked
demanded. She had never seen me undressed before now. She grabbed my
wrists and before I could react she had handcuffed my wrists together
behind my back. “What the fuck are you doing!!” I yelled. She
answered, “I’m going to give you what you deserve slut. I’m tired of
the way you tease the men at work! You and your slutty clothes!! Where
do you get off coming on to the guys like you do?? Wearing no bra, and
skirts to show off your pussy – you must be a slut or whore!!”. I was
shocked speechless by what she was saying.

She pulled me over to the bed and tied my ankles to the corner
bedposts She then tied a piece of cord to each wrist and then to
each bedpost at the headboard. As she unlocked the handcuffs, she
pulled tight on the cords and my wrists were then securely tied also.
I was very scared and began struggling against the bonds she had tied,
but it was no use – they were very tight. She then placed a ball gag
in mouth and fastened it with a leather strap. I was very terrified
now. There I was: tied spread-eagled to the bed & gagged. I couldn’t
move or yell!

I watched as she left the room and soon returned my a black
nylon bag. From the bag she pulled out a short leather crop. I
thought, “My God, she is going to whip me!” Sure enough, she began
caressing my legs, thighs, stomach, and breasts with it. If I could
have screamed I certainly would have. She announced, “Are you ready
slut?”. I watched in terror as she raised the crop and began to whip
my legs. I nearly jumped a foot off of the bed in pain as it landed.
She continued by criss-crossing my legs with lashes from her crop. She
began to move her lashes up my body – hitting my thighs, stomach, and
then my breasts. It all hurt so much that soon I lost all sense of
pain; it seemed to blur together as she kept up her merciless attack.
Suddenly she stopped, and put the crop down. The pain I had tried not
to think about I could no longer avoid as it flooded into me in the
absence of any new pain. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I managed a
gagged sob when I raised my head up a little and saw my body covered
with welts.

I then watched as she went into the bathroom and returned with a
razor and a can of shave cream. “Oh shit what is next??” I thought,
through the pain. As she climbed between my legs, she said “I’m going
to shave your cunt, whore. Whores must be kept clean.” “I wouldn’t
move at all if I were you; I wouldn’t want to slip and cut something
off.” As much pain as I was in I don’t I could have moved if I tried,
but nonetheless I did not move. She lathered up my pubes and all over
and around my pussy opening. She set the can of cream aside and began
to stroke with the razor. She made long, sweeping strokes on my mound
and soon it was gone. She made shorter strokes along side of my labia.
She pulled my labia out firmly and she even made sure to shave that.
She continued by shaving around the opening and around my clit. After
another minute she announced I was now “clean.” She got and went into
the bathroom. She got a wet handcloth and came back and wiped away the
remaining lather. My pussy felt so open, so vulnerable, so very
exposed. And I could do nothing.

She brought her nylon bag over closer to the bed. “I have now
punished you for what you have done and for what you are. You are and
have been a slut and whore. I’m about to punish you for what you might
do.” She brought out of her bag a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a very
sharp but oversized needle. I had no idea what she was going to do
with that but I now knew it would not be good. She crawled to between
my legs and sat cross-legged. She pulled out firmly on my outer labia.
“Jeeezzz what fuck is she going to do??” I wondered silently. I knew a
second later when the needle passed through both of my labia. The pain
was so sharp and sudden, I felt very light-headed and sooo faint……

I awoke several hours later. The room was dark and I was under
the covers. I flicked on the nightstand light. I wasn’t tied. The room
was quiet. Did I imagine all that?? I threw back the covers and looked
down at my body. No, I certainly didn’t. My entire front from breasts
down to my knees was a cross-checking of welts. I then remembered what
she was last doing to me. I spread my legs and looked at my pussy. It
was very naked and hairless. Then I saw what she did to me. “My God
that fucking bitch!!” She had pierced through both my large labia and
had inserted a small gold ring. My labia were essentially stapled
together at that one point. I felt very faint again…..

–

Me and 2 men

Administrator — Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:52:46 +0000

I awoke late Friday morning around 11:30am to find the sunlight gently
radiating into my bedroom. The glow that illuminated the room inspired
me to have my morning coffee while sitting at my window seat on the
second floor. As I reclined against the pillows, I felt the rays of
sun bathe my naked body in a glorious warmth. I saw the pool man
arrive and I watched him unload the necessaries to service the pool.
His appearance left me breathless, he was exceptionally handsome and
masculine. Gary, my husband, had been out of town for a week and I was
very restless and starved for sex. Seeing the pool man made me crave
the endless hours of lovemaking that I was sure Gary and I would share
upon his return home.

I knew only that the pool mans name was Mike. His skin was bronzed by
the sun, his hair was shoulder length and pulled back into a ponytail.
It was the blackest of black that I had ever seen. He was built well,
his arms and legs were muscular and looked very powerful. The tight
tan shorts he wore framed a rounded, tight ass, and a bulge up front
that made me stir as I watched him lift and carry his supplies to the
side of the house.

He usually made it to our house on Mondays and Wednesdays. I was never
at home when he was here, so I’d never had an introduction.. Gary had
asked him to come on Friday this week because we were hosting a
business function in our home the next day, and would be entertaining
poolside.

I wanted to get a closer look at him, he was very arousing to me. I
decided the best way to get closer was to go on down to the pool and
take in some sun. I went to my armoire to retrieve my bikini. As I
was tying the top around my back, I tried to imagine what he would be
thinking when he saw me in the tiny suit. After I was suited up, I
went to my mirror to make adjustments for the maximum
benefit…visibility! My image was highlighted by the subtle shadows
of my nipples and my pubic hair that the white bikini would allow to
show through.

My breasts are c-cup, and very high on my chest. The straps of the
bikini pulled them even higher and made them even more full, my
cleavage was exposed and looked very provocative. I wondered outloud,
“why have I always been so intrigued with my cleavage,” as I turned
sideways to see my flattened belly and rounded ass. They composed
perfection against my strong, toned legs and thighs. I adjusted the
thong that ran down the center of my ass so that it was strategically
placed in the center of my vagina. The thong skillfully spread my
vaginal lips exposing their pinkness. My blonde pubic hair that was
exposed was beginning to glisten with the moistness that had begun to
seep from deep within me.

I wasn’t really interested in having sex with Mike, I just wanted to
watch him look at my body. I wanted to see him get a rise in those
tight little shorts as he took in my desirability. I liked it when I
could dress seductively inducing men to admire my physique. I enjoyed
wondering what they were thinking while they looked at me, fantasizing
about what they would do to me if they had the chance.

I descended the staircase and walked towards the sliding glass doors
that lead to the pool. The marbled floor was frigidly cold and it
brought my nipples to full attention. As I felt them become firm, I
said aloud, “More for Mike to enjoy!” With that, I slid the door open
and stepped out into the open. The noise of the door opening prompted
Mike to look around for the source. His eyes caught mine as I
gracefully continued my walk around the pool to the lounges.

“Hello Mike, I don’t believe that we have had the pleasure of a formal
introduction, I’m Heather, Gary’s wife.” I extended my hand as he was
visibly shaken by my appearance. “Hello, I’m glad to meet you, Gary
has spoken of you before but I never imagined that you would be quite
so beautiful.” Mike was looking deep into my eyes, and I felt the
energy begin to build between us. His grip on my hand was strong as I
asked if it would bother him if I sunned myself while he worked. “I
hope that it’s not an inconvenience for me to be down here while you
are cleaning the pool, I don’t want to be in the way, so I’ll just lie
quietly so as to not to disturb you.” “It’s no problem at all Heather,
I’m sure that I would enjoy your company.” His hand left mine as I
turned to go to the nearest lounge. I felt his eyes watching me walk,
so I put a subtle emphasis on the sway of my hips.

I made my way to the lounge that was the closest to him. I wanted to
have a good view of Mike, while allowing him to easily see me laying
out. I sat on the lounge with my feet still on the ground, I felt the
excitement begin to rush through my body. I decided to go all the way
with this whole thing, so I put my hands behind my back to pull loose
the strings of my bikini. I looked up at him as my top slid down to my
belly exposing my bare breasts. He was watching me, his eyes alive
with pleasure. I let my lips form a soft smile as I returned his
steady gaze. He quickly went back to his work.

I laid down on the lounger slipping my bikini bottoms off as I did. My
soft blonde pubic hair shimmered in the sunlight, as I felt the warmth
of the rays caress my entire body. Mike was still busily focusing his
attention on the work before him, I knew that he wanted to look at me,
and I gave him every available opportunity to do exactly that. “Mike,
I hate to ask you such a overtly stupid question, but will you please
hand me that bottle of oil beside the diving board?” He turned towards
me, and I watched him glorify in the vision of my bare pussy and
breasts. “Sure, I think that I can handle that!” Our gaze on each
other was firm as he turned towards the diving board. I watched his
ass as it swayed slightly with each pace he took and I felt myself
become very aroused. My nipples became rigidly hard as he approached
me with the bottle of oil in hand. “Oh thanks, I don’t usually make a
nuisance of myself, but I didn’t figure that you would mind.” Mike
just looked at me with a very sexy grin that encouraged me to start up
a more “interesting” conversation.

I took the oil from his hand and popped the top, “I hope that you don’t
mind me laying out in the nude while you work?” I poised the bottle
directly above my left breast and let it drip down to coat my already
hard nipple, he watched as the oil oozed across the topside of my
breasts. “Well I guess that you could say that I don’t get to enjoy
this kind of company everyday, I am certainly not going to tell you to
put your suit back on.” He reached towards my breasts and began to rub
the oil into my nipple area with moderate pressure. I let my eyes
close as I felt his fingers caress the very tips of my nipple. “I
would like to add more oil to you if you don’t mind, I love the way
your breast looks now, I can only imagine what your cunt looks like
with the oil.” I opened my eyes to find him staring straight at me
waiting for my reply. My eyes involuntarily closed as I handed him the
bottle. What I felt for the next fifteen minutes or so was absolutely
luxurious.

I again watched as he held the bottle above my other breast and let
even more oil run down onto it. He watched as the droplets intersected
with my skin and slid down to my chest. He then squeezed small puddles
of oil onto my belly, legs, and the top of my pussy. I felt the warm
oil run down the inside of my inner thighs and onto my asshole. He
began to massage my breasts and belly with his slickened hands as I
felt my body release my fluid onto my vaginal lips. He talked about
how wonderful my body was and how much he enjoyed touching it. I said
absolutely nothing. He began his decent to my lower body, slowly
rubbing the oil deeper into my skin. I felt his cock getting harder as
it was pressed against the side of my torso. He began moaning slightly
with each stroke of his hands.

I closed my eyes as he let two fingers slide onto the center of my
pussy, I watched him savor the taste of my sweet juices on his fingers
after he had felt that I was very hot. I let him massage the oil onto
my pussy as well as my upper thighs. I kept my eyes closed and
imagined that what it would feel like if his cock were inside of me and
we were making love. His fingers caressed in small circular motions
over my thighs, he would then trace lines up to the opening of my pussy
and massage my clit. My body was moving gently against his hand while
I sighed and moaned in pleasure. I opened my eyes to see him gazing
fondly between my legs, he watched as he increased the pressure on my
pussy. “I don’t think that I have ever seen a more beautiful body than
yours Heather, I want to make love to you.” His statement was almost
in question form. I wondered what he was thinking…he knew Gary was
my husband, and I didn’t know how to reply.

It surprised me when circumstances were set up so that I didn’t have to
reply. I looked up at my bedroom balcony to see Gary standing there in
his swim trunks. He had a very subtle smile on his face that I knew
well. It suddenly donned on me that he had been standing there
watching for quite awhile. “Well Mike, how are you doing on this fine
summer day?. Gary said as he waved to me and began to descend the
staircase leading to the pool. Mike jumped franticly, I’m sure he was
frightful of what might happen next. “Oh Gary…yes, I have finished
with the pool, I guess I’ll be getting on my way now.” Mike was
beginning to move away from my naked body as Gary was coming towards
me. “I don’t think that there is any reason for you to leave now, I
mean, after all, I’m not here to rain on anyones parade…especially my
wife’s!” Mike was dumfounded as he searched endlessly for a reply, it
seemed as if hours had gone by before he finally spoke out. “I take it
to mean that you don’t mind what I was doing?” Gary came closer too
the both of us.

He looked at me and smiled a glorious smile, then turned to Mike,
“Michael, I don’t prohibit any man from enjoying Heather’s body, I
simply like to be there when it comes time for her to be fucked. “You
see Mike, Heather nor I believe in going outside of our marriage for
sexual intercourse, but I believe full well in letting others watch and
participate, to a point, while we do.” Mike seemed quite relieved as
he started back towards Gary and I, “I’m glad to know that, Heather is
a beautiful woman and I would consider it a pleasure if I could see her
get a bang from you!”

Gary reached down and pulled at one of my nipples, I let my head fall
back and arched my back so that he could show Gary how valid his words
were. Gary pulled his trunks off, his cock was already firm with
anticipation. He swung a leg over the chair and me so that his crotch
was right in front of my mouth. I leaned to the side to see Mike
watching closely. I smiled generously at him and returned my focus to
Gary.

I took his cock in my hand and lead it to my mouth. Starting at the
top, I licked all the way to his balls, increasing the pressure as I
went along. Gary’s eyes were closed as he began to push deeper into my
throat. Mike came around to our side so that he could get a better
view of all that what was going on. I was soaking Gary with my saliva
as he plunged deeper into me. He had taught me years earlier that I
have to relax when I performed fellatio, I was quite inexperienced
sexually when we first met. His exact instructions ran over and over
in my mind just as they always did. I always wanted to do everything I
could to please him. I had to curl my tongue to cover as much area of
his dick as I could, and when I felt ready, I should begin the suction
from the deepest possible point of my mouth. I also liked it when he
would pump my mouth just as he would my cunt. He would begin short
strokes, only allowing the tip of his head to enter my mouth, then
pushing deeper into my throat while I sucked him for all that he was
worth. I had to acquire a taste for his come, but before long I was
draining every drop from him, and enjoying it every bit as much as only
a true a connoisseur could.

Mike had his shorts dropped to his ankles, he was playing with his
balls with one hand and pulling at his nipple with his other. I
motioned for him to come in closer to Gary and me. Gary watched me as
I removed my mouth from him and began to lick Mikes cock with the tip
of my tongue. Mike put both hands on his nipples, he outstretched them
and started to twist and pull them. He was looking down at my mouth,
his eyes partially closed, as I took him into my throat.

“Oh Heather, I can tell that you like to suck dick, I knew that those
luscious lips were created with exactly that in mind.” Mike was
pumping deep into my mouth, I was sucking him harder with each stroke.
Gary began to move down towards my pussy, I could feel the wetness that
had built from our encounter. I knew that I was close to orgasm but I
wanted to wait until they could join me.

Gary spoke with a soft voice. “I hope honey, that you are enjoying
yourself, Mike seems to be doing wonderfully. While he is filling that
precious throat, I think I’ll put something in your box!” Gary asked
Mike to hold off for a moment as he helped me off the lounger. I knew
what was coming next and I couldn’t wait. I felt my legs tremble as I
stood to wait for Gary’s instructions. “Why don’t you get down on all
fours so that Mike and I will be able to take better care of you.” I
bent over and rested my body on my hand and knees. My ass was arched
high in the air so that both Gary and Mike could see the juices
dripping down my inner thighs.

Mike came up in front of me and also got down on his knees. “I like to
see you like this Heather, it makes it more pleasurable when I can see
your face while my dick is in your mouth.” With that I licked my lips
and opened my mouth wide for him to enter me. Gary was behind me
rubbing his cock against my pussy lips as I started sucking Mikes cock
with great strength. “Heather, your so wet, that makes me know for
sure that you like getting it from both ends!” I felt as if I were
about to explode, my legs were trembling with glory and I didn’t know
how much longer I could hang on.

Gary slid his rigid cock up into my tight cunt and began pumping only
the head. He knew that I liked to be teased, and he loved to keep me
on edge as to what was going to happen next. I was in total ecstasy,
Gary was pumping deeper and deeper into me and Mike was frivolously
fucking my throat. I had been involved with things of the like but
never had I experienced such a total release. Knowing that Gary had
been watching Mike and I playing increased my pleasure ten-fold.

Mike began to fuck my mouth with a fervor that wouldn’t stop, he was
pushing into me just like he would a pussy. “Oh Heather, I am going to
cum in your mouth…I want you to swallow all of it!” His voice was
shaky and broken. Gary chimed in as he grabbed the sides of my ass and
pulled me harder and harder onto him. “I hope that your ready to go
Mike, I’m fixing to blow my top too!” They both were giving it to me
with a force I had never experienced. I looked up at Mike, his eyes
were closed tightly as I felt his pressure increase.

I felt my pussy swell and tighten as I tried to hold off just a little
longer, but it was no use. I let out a low, deep moan as I felt my cum
gush and coat Gary’s cock. They both followed my lead and pumped
ferevishly…intensifying their plunges with every stroke. Gary’s
juices rushed forward into me and then began to flow back out onto the
ground, while coating both our legs. Mike’s juices shot out and
torpedoed the back of my throat. I couldn’t hold all of it and so it
seeped out and down the sides of my mouth. They both slowed their
motions to release all of their fluid into my pussy and mouth. I
tightened my suction on Mike’s cock, and my muscles contracted on Gary
so that I drained every last drop from them both.

They both pulled out and together they pulled me to my feet. My whole
body was shaky from the experience, so my balance wasn’t what it
usually was. Both Mike and Gary embraced me from their respective
sides…they held me for a moment. Gary broke the silence, “Mike,
after the party tomorrow we’ll probably need another cleaning…why
don’t you come by around 8pm?” Mike simply nodded in agreement. I
looked straight at him winked, and kissed him on the cheek. “See ya
then Mike, we will all know each other alot better after tomorrow
night…at least I hope so!” He looked down at me, “I look forward to
my next service call, I’ll definitely be here!”

While Mike turned and retrieved his belongings and supplies, Gary
gently placed a familiar kiss on my nose, and then my forehead. He
then reached for my hand, and we began to climb the staircase leading
to our bedroom. “I love you Gary darling, more than you could ever
know,” I cooed. “So what do you think babe, do you think Mike knows
that we have been fantasizing about this day since last summer?”, he
inquired. Gary had been away from me for a whole week and I longed to
lie naked next to his body. I squeezed his hand gently and said,
“Honey, why don’t we take a long nap, we’ll need to get rested up for
Mikes next service call.” We just looked at each other and smiled a
very satisfied smile, and laid down to do exactly that.

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Archive-name: 3plus/3gmme.txt
Archive-author: Heather Dawson