Story Time

My husband and I had been soft swapping with my friend Michele and her husband Rob. Nothing too serious, just high school make-out ... OK, freshmen level making out. Sometimes we'd go nuts and do a little handy work on the men while they fingered us, but nothing more.

Of course, it got us all hot and bothered, and led to some great sex. We even did it with our spouses in front of each other one time. I enjoyed doing it in front of my friend and her husband, knowing they were watching me fuck my husband was an enormous turn on. I had never cum like that before.

But I always wondered what it would be like to actually fuck Rob. I had felt his member in my hand many times and wanted to wrap my lips around it. To feel it slide in and out of my mouth... every time I thought about it, I'd get so wet. I would find myself either fingering myself as I thought about feeling that cock in my mouth, or I'd find my husband, and give him a blowjob to remember, swallowing all his spunk down my throat without him having to ask.

But I thought Michele would never go for it... let alone my husband.

That's when she surprised me.

"What do you say?" She was staring at me, waiting for an answer.

"Um... sure?"

"Do you need to ask your husband?"

"I'm sure I can convince him," I said with a smirk.

She smiled back. "I'm sure I could help convince him," she said with a bit of a devilish grin herself.

Rob's birthday was coming up, and she wanted a special gift for him.

"But are you sure you're OK with it?"

"Of course," she said excitedly. "Why else would I suggest it?"

I smiled. Of course, she was good for it.

She wanted me to be waiting for him when he got home the day before his birthday. That way, he wouldn't expect anything.

She drove over to my house, where my husband was waiting for her, and I drove her car back to her place. I sat on the sofa and started a video call with her.

"I'm so nervous," I said to the two of them.

"I know, me too," said my husband.

"We could back out..."

"No!" He had almost yelled it. "I mean, it's fine. It's a good nervousness... right?"

"Right," I said.

"But look how nervous I was... I forgot to put on my bra," I said, pulling my tits out of my top.

"Damn, girl. Your nips are popping..."

I squeezed them in front of them. "I know... you should see how wet I am," I said, slowly spreading my legs for them to see.

"And I shaved my pussy. I thought he might like that," I said, as I ran my fingers over my lips, and spread them, showing just how wet I was.

"Looks like you forgot your panties too," Michele teased me.

"Well, I always like them to match my bra," I teased back. I felt so naked.

I heard a noise in the driveway. I held my finger up to my lips, telling them to shush as I put myself away. "I think he's here. Should I hang up?"

"No," Michele said. "I want to watch my husband unwrap his gift."

"And use it up," my husband injected.

I swallowed hard, putting myself away. I wanted to finger myself I was so horny, but I had to wait. I left the phone call on, and waited... and waited. It seemed like an eternity...

"Honey, I'm home," I heard Rob say as he walked in the door.

He turned toward me and stopped. "Oh, hey Liz. I didn't realize you were here." He paused. "What are you doing here?"

"Hopefully you," I said, spreading my legs for him to see my shaved pussy.

I ran my fingers over my pussy lips, pausing with my ring finger between those wet lips. My hubby had upgraded my engagement ring a couple of anniversaries ago, and now that glimmering shiny rock was bringing all the attention to my pussy.

"Oh... wow..." He said. "But are you sure...?"

"It's a little early birthday gift for you," I told him. "We all picked it out," I said, letting him know it was OK for us to go further than we had ever gone before.

"Well... I love it," he said, jumping onto the couch with me. He felt up my tits, mauling them as he had before. A few times he had gone under the shirt, but today he went straight to pulling it off. "Oh, they look so amazing," he said as he dove and sucked on my large, hard nipples.

"Oh, yes," I moaned as I felt his lips latch on to my nipples and sucked on them.

I started going for his belt, and he let me undo it and the rest of his pants. Clearly, he knew what I was after. I was in heat, ready to fuck a new cock. Something I hadn't had in many years. At least not fully fucked. This messing around has been fun, but now I wanted more. A lot more.

I wanted him to fuck me. And as he came up to kiss me, I whispered it in his ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me with that large cock of yours."

He stood and pulled his pants off. Then my skirt. I was completely naked.

"Finger yourself for me," he ordered.

I didn't hesitate. I was there to please him. And if two or three fingers in my twat did it, I'd be happy to masturbate for him.

He slowly undid his shirt, enjoying the show I was giving him.

I reached out for his cock and pulled it into my mouth. I sucked on it, feeling his member swelling inside my mouth as if fully hardened.

"Are you ready?" he asked, looking down at me with his cock in my mouth.

"What do you think?" I looked up at him smiling, waiting ever so impatiently.

He picked me up and sat me on his lap. I reached back, finding his pole, and sliding it inside of me. I was so wet; it slid easily in. Up and down I bounced on it, while he continued to maw at my tits. I loved the pure passion, the lust of it all.

I leaned in. "Your wife and my husband are watching," I told him.

"I know."

With that, he held me down and quickly thrust up inside of me. I felt his balls bang against me, and I loved it. I moaned loudly. I was so close to cumming.

"Come on. Fuck me hard," I begged him.

He picked me up off of his lap and put me onto all fours. There he fucked me doggy style, nice and hard. He spanked my cheating ass, and I came as he did.

"Oh yes. I'm so naughty. Spank me. Spank me like the bad girl I am," I begged as his cock made cum again and again.

"Where do you want my cum?"

"My pussy. Cum inside my pussy," I begged, not wanting to have his cock leave me.

He held onto my hips tight, pushing all the way in, as he came inside of my married cunt.

"Oh fuck," he called out.

"Oh fuck," I replied as I came again.

I loved being multi orgasmic, and the three... not four orgasms he gave me were great. And we hadn't even really made out to warm me up. I wondered how many times I would have cum that way.

I heard clapping from the phone and remembered we had an audience.

"So," Rob said. "Was it as good for you as it was for us?"

"I'd say," Michele said, tilting the camera down. She was stroking my husband while he was slowly fingering her. They were both naked from the waist down.

"So," my husband said to me. "Would you like to spend the night with him?"

"The night? It's only 4PM? You mean..."

He smiled.

"It's a gift for you too.."

"OK," I blurted out. Maybe a little too quickly. They all laughed.

"What?"

"Want to know a little secret," Rob said, while teasing my pussy with his fingers.

"What?"

"This wasn't a surprise for me. I knew it was coming... we've been planning it. We knew you wanted to, but weren't sure on how you'd let yourself." He pushed a finger inside of me.

As he did, I realized I didn't care. I loved being played with.

"Wait... so you all.." I said, looking at the phone.

"We were fucking before you even left the driveway, honey," my husband told me.

"Damn," was all I could manage. I just held it out as Rob touched just the right spot on my dirty little pussy.

"And think of all the fun we can now have," Michele said. "And tomorrow, for his birthday, I want to do something really fun for him. How about we give him a threesome? You, me, and Rob?"

"What about...?"

"I'm happy to watch, as long as I get the same present on my birthday."

"And what about me?"

"What about you?"

"I don't want to wait 10 months for my birthday," I said, with thoughts of being able to play with two cocks at once.

"We'll see what we can do," my husband promised.

As he did, Rob touched the right spot again, and I came for them all.

Once my orgasm was over, we ended the call and headed to Rob and Michele's bedroom. There he fucked me again and again until he couldn't fuck me anymore.

Exhausted, we passed out. Me full of cum, and him completely empty.

We fucked once more in the morning before my husband and his wife came home. Then we did it in front of them again, and then with Michele and me taking turns riding Rob.

It's funny how fucking can actually make me hornier. I was so worked up I kissed Michele, something I never thought I'd do. But something both of our husbands enjoyed watching, and something I might do on our own with her in the future... only time will tell.

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My boyfriend and I had been drinking, and lightly making out in the corner, and I suggested going somewhere else to have some more fun.

He smiled as I said that and took me by the hand to an empty bathroom in his frat house. There he bent me over the sink and I watched in the mirror as he fucked me from behind while the party went on just a few feet away.

As we left the bathroom, there was a line of people at the door. I blushed, but got another rush, knowing they all knew what I… what we… had just done. I was even more turned on and ready to go for a second round.

Over the next week, each time we’d make out and get to having sex, I couldn’t help but wonder if other people knew what we were doing. Could other people see us? I even mentioned it to my boyfriend.

“You never did it at a party before?”

I shook my head no, but told him how turned on it made me. He smiled as pushed his dick inside of me and made me tell him my fantasy about being watched.

The following weekend his fraternity had another party. For the two days leading up to it, I couldn’t help but think about doing it in the bathroom, knowing that other people would know exactly what we were doing again.

As I fingered myself, I thought about someone walking in on us… watching us… Maybe we’d walk in on someone and watch them. I had the largest orgasm I’d ever had thinking about watching and being watched. I wanted to tell my boyfriend, but I didn’t dare. It was too weird, right?

As I got to the party, I found my boyfriend and kissed him passionately right away. The party hadn't quite started, and he was looking at me. “Already want to head to the bathroom?”

I gave a nervous giggle.

“We could go upstairs. Everyone knows what it means when you take a girl upstairs. So everyone would know, and it might be a little more comfortable for you.”

I wanted to act like a lady, shy and unsure, but instead I took my boyfriend by the hand and led him to the stairs. I wasn’t even sure where his room was, so he had to show me.

His roommate was there, and I didn’t care. We started making out, and his friend watched as I took my shirt off. Knowing that a second guy was watching me was a huge turn-on.

However, the guy, trying to be a gentleman, left before I started having sex with my boyfriend. I was a little disappointed, but still got to cum from being so excited.

“Wow,” my boyfriend said as he finished inside his condom and pulled out of me. “I think you really liked having my roommate see you half-naked.”

“I think it would have been even hotter if he had watched,” I blurted out.

“Or joined in.”

“What?” I said. I was a little shocked.

“Nothing,” he tried to play it off.

Part of me wondered what that would have been like as well. Two guys, back to back, pleasing me the whole time… I could like that. I went  to put on my clothes, but turned and saw my boyfriend. His dick was a little hard still, so I went over and kissed him.

Normally, we just have sex at the end of the date, but I wanted more and soon I had him hard enough to go a second time, and this time it lasted much longer, which I loved as well. I let him continue to fuck me, even when the door opened.

I orgasmed as I turned and saw a couple who were looking for their own place. Unfortunately, they left, knowing that I had caught them watching. If they only knew I wanted them to stay… to watch me cum in front of them.

Now we got dressed and headed downstairs. The party wasn’t nearly as good as I started getting fucked, and I wasn’t sure I was going to get lucky a third time. My boyfriend had some party responsibilities, and feeling alone, I left.

When I got back to my dorm, I couldn’t help but play with myself again, thinking about that couple and being watched as I had sex in front of them. It gave me the best and last orgasm I had that night. I could then finally go to sleep.

Through the grapevine, I heard the frat was going to be hosting a little wilder party. More beer, but armbands would be required, so I couldn’t get my buzz on. But luckily, I found a new way to get excited enough to fuck my boyfriend.

We had little chance to see each other during the week as it was midterms, and hence there was going to be a bigger party that weekend.

When the weekend came around, I found my boyfriend and asked what he wanted to do, while rubbing my hand over his crotch.

“Well, I know what you want to do,” he teased me. “Tell me. Do you really like being watched?”

I said I did as I kissed him passionately. 

“Not just some weird thing, where you’re caught, but you want to be watched?”

I did. I really did.

He took me by the hand and led me downstairs into the basement of the frat house. It was a little dimmer down there, and the music wasn’t as loud. However, as I looked around, I saw people were a little more open with making out, and there were groups of guys surrounding the couples making out.

I felt my pussy gush as the thought of having a group of guys watching me.

My boyfriend led me to a sofa and sat down beside me. He turned to me instantly and started kissing me, while running his hand under my shirt, feeling my small tits through my bra. I moaned as he did, and that got a few people’s attention.

I looked over my boyfriend’s shoulder and saw a girl giving a blowjob to a guy. They both seemed to really be enjoying it, and I wanted that.

I lifted my shirt off, and then my bra, exposing my tits to everyone. As I did, I heard a lot of nasty comments about me, and it just turned me on more.

We resumed kissing, and my boyfriend went for my pants, undoing them. I lifted my ass off the seat so he could pull my pants down, and I was soon being fingered in front of everyone while I wore only my cotton panties.

As he fingered me, I went for his pants and pulled them down. I bent over and sucked his cock, which got even more comments, it seemed. I could tell some of his friends were high fiving him, and I loved it.

I was making them jealous of my boyfriend, and it turned me on. I wondered how many of them would dream of me tonight, or think of me sucking their cock while they stroked themselves in the shower the next morning.

I was moaning on my boyfriend’s cock at how turned on I was, when he lifted me up and put me on the sofa on all fours. He got behind me and fucked in front of a bunch of people I didn’t know, and I loved it.

I was cumming loudly as he fucked me, and the guys all cheered. They all thought he was a stud, and I was some slut… and maybe I was. I even saw a few girls watching me. I don’t know if they were getting off on me and my behavior, or if they found it empowering like I did.

At that moment, I didn’t care. Every call to me being a slut just turned me on, knowing that more people were watching me.

My boyfriend grabbed hold of my hips and held me tight, emptying his cum inside of me. Luckily, I made him wear a condom at all times, otherwise I was afraid I was in heat, and he would have certainly knocked me up. 

With the show over, the guys started to disperse. I was still half naked, so some of them stuck around, although I worked to pull on my shorts and was looking for my shirt and bra.

I never did find my bra. I assume someone took it as a trophy… I guess it was, in some ways.

As I pulled my shirt on, my boyfriend wanted to stop me, to keep playing with my tits in front of everyone while he watched three people on the other side of the room. I got up and walked in that direction, wanting to see what was going on. 

As I got closer, I could see a well-endowed frat brother. He had the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and I wanted it. However, he had two other freshmen sucking on his cock at the same time. Every once in a while, one would come up and he’d suck face with them, helping them out of their clothes for a bit.

Everyone seemed to love watching him being pleased by these two co-eds, especially since they were now naked.

He pulled the blonde onto his lap, choosing her to take his thick cock. As she rode it, the crowd cheered. She was into it as well, leaning back, letting everyone see her sliding up and down his meat stick, while the other girl came in behind her and played with her tits while she got fucked.

At some point, the blonde got off his lap, and the other girl climbed on and rode him until he emptied his impressive balls inside her. She then lay down and made the blonde eat the cream pie, which got the crowd really going… and me.

I headed home after my show and wondered what I could do to get the crowd really going for me. I thought about all the different positions and stunts I could do to give them a show worth watching, and get me to cum even stronger.

The following week, I had a mid-week date with my boyfriend.

“You seemed to enjoy watching the threesome,” he said as he pushed into me.

“It was good.”

“You want to do it with another girl, too?”

“No,” I answered, mostly honestly. “I’d want a second guy because I don’t want to share you.”

He emptied himself into another condom, as he came from that statement alone, and I was left hanging.

“So you’ve thought about this, huh?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.

“I bet you even played with yourself while you thought about it?”

I blushed a little.

“Show me,” he said.

“No.”

“Come on, you love showing off. I know it’s just me, but you’ll love it. Trust me.”

I knew he was just trying to watch me masturbate, but he was also right. I enjoyed showing off, and I wanted an audience, even it if was only my boyfriend.

I lay back in the car seat and fingered myself.

“Tell me about it. What do you want?”

“I… I don’t know…” I admitted, much closer to cumming now than I had been just a minute ago.

“Do you want to suck on two guys?”

“Yes,” I said quietly, almost a whisper.

“At the same time, or taking turns?”

“Yes,” I said again, wanting it both.

“Both ways, huh… I guess you do like dick, and a lot of it,” he teased. “And should someone be fucking you at the same time?”

“Yes,” I said a little louder this time.

“I bet you’d like that, two guys fucking you, while everyone watches you… I bet you’d cum real loud.” He paused, letting me play the idea in my head. To be honest, I had only thought of guys one at a time, but if a guy could take two girls at once, I bet it would be even easier for a girl to take on two guys at once.

“How many guys do you want… 2… 3… 4…. More?”

Each time he said a number, I said yes, louder and louder, till I was cumming.

He picked me up and put me on his lap, aiming his cock right for my pussy as I was cumming.

“You want a whole group, with everyone watching, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” I cried out in pleasure.

“I fucking gang bang with a huge fucking audience, huh?”

“Yes… yes, oh fucking yes.”

“Oh, your pussy feels so good,” he told me.

That’s when I realized I was feeling his naked cock inside of me… and I didn’t care.

“Oh, just fuck me good,” I begged him.

He thrust up and shot his load inside my unprotected cunt.

I ended our date and headed home to clean up, hoping that I’d not done something too stupid like getting myself knocked up.

The next couple of dates were more of the same. He’d have me masturbate while telling him the dirty things I wanted to be watched doing, and then he’d fuck me as I was cumming already. It led to some great orgasms, although I made him wear protection each time… I wasn’t ready to become a MILF just yet.

We had a short week due to the Thanksgiving weekend, with a longer than normal break. Since most people were planning on heading home, his frat decided to have a big party to send everyone off.

My boyfriend, of course, wanted me to come, but he suggested getting there a little later than normal.

“Why?”

“Just trust me,” he said.

So I did. The party started at seven, and I got there around nine, knowing that it would go on past midnight easily.

“Just in time,” he told me, handing me a drink.

I downed it quickly and was excited about heading downstairs. He hesitated at though. “Just a little longer.”

“I’ve been waiting for weeks since the last party.”

“I know, but it will be worth it.”

So I waited. I drank some more and got hornier and hornier while waiting. Maybe this was his plan, to have me so horny I could really let loose… as if I hadn’t already.

While we waited, a couple of people offered me some gummies that I knew were laced with something. Most were just some harmless pot, and so I went for it. My boyfriend saw and smiled, knowing this would lead to an even better time for me… and him, I assume.

After what felt like hours, my boyfriend finally asked if I wanted to head downstairs to the basement, and I agreed.

As we got down there, there wasn’t the normal number of groups of people. In fact, I saw several couples coming up and leaving, and I was hoping I hadn’t missed it.

On the floor was the well-hung guy I saw at the last party. I salivated at the thought of what he must feel like pushing his cock in and out.

He was fucking the busty brunette from the last party, while she was in a semi-69 position over another girl. This one's a busty redhead.

However, while the redhead was eating out the brunette, she was only getting her pussy rubbed in return, not that she seemed to mind, but the brunette seemed to be enjoying herself, as the guy emptied his balls into her waiting pussy, and then she leaned back, making sure the redhead could properly eat her cream filled pussy.

I don’t get why I was so turned on watching the threesome, but I was, and I was ready to pounce on my boyfriend, which is just what he wanted.

I was soon completely naked, while he still had his clothes on and was just fingering me. I had my legs spread on the sofa so all could see him using my pussy to get me off.

He had me pull my feet up, so they were sitting on the cushion. Now everyone could see him playing with my very exposed pussy, and that turned me on even more.

The threesome was now watching me, and I loved that, just as I loved having a group of guys surround me, watching me. I orgasmed quite loudly, thinking it must be the gummies helping me along, something I’ll have to consider in the future as well.

With my first orgasm finished, my boyfriend pulled down his pants and pulled my head into his lap. I started to suck on his cock. As I did, I felt someone rubbing my ass, but I focused my attention on my boyfriend’s cock until he was ready for the next step.

He pulled me onto his lap, facing away from him, and I sunk down on that magnificent fuck stick. Sure, he wasn’t nearly as large as the guy across the room who was watching me, but I was okay with that.

As I watched the throuple across the room, the brunette was slowly stroking her man, trying to bring him back to life, and I couldn't blame her. I would be doing the same thing, if I were her.

With me facing away from my boyfriend, everyone could see him grope my tits while I slid up and down his fuck stick. He pinched my nipples, and it hurt, but in a way I liked. I was cumming on his cock even stronger than the last orgasm, leaning back into him, my eyes closed, knowing everyone else could see.

My boyfriend held me tight as he shot his load into his condom once again, just happy to get to fuck me, and knowing IW as so wild.

I was breathing heavily, but instead of the guys leaving, I noticed they all stayed, even though the show was over... or so I thought.

The brunette across the room stood. She was still naked. I watched as she swung her hips with each step, mesmerizing the crowd. She led the well-hung guy over to me. “Want to try a real cock,” she teased, trying to emasculate my boyfriend, and I have to admit, it probably worked as I did.

I nodded my head, and she got him closer so I could suck on his cock.

It tasted a little different, and that’s when I realized he had been fucking her bareback. I tasted the sultry brunette, yet I couldn’t seem to stop. It should have disgusted me. I don’t fuck women. At least not yet, but it made me want his cock even more. To show him how good I was, especially if I had the chance to upgrade.

“Want him to fuck you,” she asked while I still sat on my boyfriend’s lap. His cock was still semi-stiff, and he was moving, trying to fuck me a little longer while I sucked on his friend. 

I nodded to the girl, and she helped me stand. Her boyfriend turned me around and bent me over. I was staring right at my boyfriend as he pushed into me. My mouth fell open in awe as I felt him open me wider than I’d ever been opened before. He was clearly the largest guy I have ever been with, and may ever be with.

I came instantly as I looked into my boyfriend’s eyes. Luckily, he wasn’t hurt, but had lust in his eye, and pushed my head into his lap to suck on his cock.

I swirled my tongue around his dick head and tried to please him, but the hung dude was just too much. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but how he made me feel, and I was soon orgasming a second time, and then a third until he finally shot his load into my pussy.

“Did you like that?” the busty brunette asked.

I could only nod.

“Looks like we got a little cock slut here,” she called out, causing a group of cheers from the crowd who were watching. “I bet she wants even more…” she said to the crowd. “Don’t you?” She directed it to me.

I just nodded, which led to more cheers.

She turned me around as her guy withdrew from my pussy.

As I scanned the crowd, I noticed there were two rows of guys. The inner row had about five guys, and I noticed all of them had their dicks out. They were all either already stiff, or were stroking their cocks to get stiff.

The second group was larger than I had ever seen at one of these shows. They were ready to watch me take on all these guys.

“On your knees, slut,” the brunette ordered me.

I got down on my knees as the first guy came up. He was nice and hard, and his cock was right in front of my face. I took his cock in my hand and moved it to suck on it. I was sucking on it as another person came up to me.

The second guy stood right beside my face. He took my free hand and led it to his cock. Another guy came to the other side of the guy I was sucking. I was stroking two guys while sucking on the first guy.

All around me the crowd cheered me on… or was it the guys? Either way, it was turning me on, as was my boyfriend who was behind me, fingering my needy pussy.

I was enjoying the exhibition and the feel of three hard cocks. I was alternating between sucking and stroking them.

As one of them would cum, another man would step in and take their place. The five guys made me feel very special... and very dirty, but in that wonderful way only guys can.

As I was stroking two cocks, the brunette came to me with another guy. I was thinking I was done. Five guys can be just a little too much, especially after fucking two others. I was covered in cum, and had a fair amount inside of me.

“I found one more for our little slut,” she said.

I turned toward her and saw the guy standing next to her. He was huge, standing at least six and a half feet tall. His skin was dark ebony, and he was completely naked. I could see his bulging muscles and his enormous cock. It was the largest I had ever seen, as big around as my wrist and nearly as long as one of those old timey glass soda bottles.

I licked my lips before biting down on my lower lip. I wanted that cock. I wanted it so bad.

“I think the slut likes what she sees. Should he give it to her?”

The crowd went wild. I was just frozen. I had swallowed three loads of cum, and had two loads in my pussy… and now I wanted his.

I watched his heavy balls swing back and forth as his fuck stick pointed right at me as he walked in my direction.

He picked me up with ease and put me on the sofa, sliding my ass so I was just on it. I was staring up at him.

He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs up and spread them wide. My pussy was on full display, especially since I put both of my hands between my legs and spread my pussy lips for him. I was giving myself completely to him to use.

Everyone could see my cute pink pussy, except it was already red and swollen, and he was going to pound into me, I was sure.

He gave each of my legs to a guy nearby. These were not the guys who I had sucked for fucked, these were people just watching… spectators who were getting a chance to join in.

I swallowed hard as he leaned in and pushed his massive black cock inside me in one solid thrust. Damn, I was wet and wanting it.

The crowd went wild, and even wilder as he started fucking me hard and fast, just like you see in those porno movies.

The guys who held my legs were watching. I saw out of the corner one guy pulled his dick out and was stroking it. The other guy followed suite. 

I didn’t care. I was just watching the guy fuck me like an animal in heat… we both were.

I came all over her gorgeous black cock. I came and came… my orgasm never seemed to end. He just kept plowing me, getting the crowd more and more wild.

I watched as he stiffened his body and shot his load deep into my womb.

The girl leaned over the back of the sofa and ordered me to play with myself, and I did, feeling his cum inside of me. I felt embarrassed, a little ashamed, and extremely turned on masturbating in front of this crowd.

The guys kept my legs spread, making sure everyone could see what a slut I truly was.

“I think she’s ready, boys,” the busty brunette called to the crowd.

With that, the two guys keeping my legs spread let go of me. They both aimed their cocks at me and shot their load all over my tits.

A couple of other guys stepped up and shot their cum onto my tits… or mostly my tits. Some got my face, and hair, and, well, a little bit of everywhere.

“What a good cum dumpster she is,” the girl called out.

My orgasm was done. I was exhausted, and the guys all started to leave. It was just me, my boyfriend, the brunette and her boyfriend.

“No one shows me up, and isn’t exposed as a total slut,” she said, before grabbing her shirt and pulling it over, then pulling on her shorts. I could tell she liked this power play and enjoyed using me as a slut. She was so turned on I could only assume she was going upstairs to fuck her boyfriend again, and anyone else she wanted to.

Her boyfriend pulled on his pants and left to go upstairs with her.

I was a mess. I didn’t know how bad just yet, but I knew it was bad.

My boyfriend tossed me a shirt. It wasn’t mine. I don’t know where it came from. I went to wipe off some of the cum, but I couldn’t find my shirt, so I just put it on. I looked around for my shorts and couldn’t find them either. In fact, there were no clothes left. I was left to be naked, wearing only this shirt as a tiny little dress.

My boyfriend was just looking at me. The shirt was long enough if I stood, but if I sat, it rode up and exposed my very used pussy.

“I enjoyed showing off with you… helping you be an exhibitionist, but this… I can’t do this…”

And with that, he left me alone in the basement. Used and empty.

Over the next couple of weeks before winter break, I was sent several photos of me that some guys took. I had a lot of fun, that's was sure. And I was clearly a fucking slut, but I didn't mind too much. I wondered if I should even think about doing it professionally, but I would hate to think what my dad would say if I became a porn star... or if he even saw these photos.

I also had a lot of guys who wanted to ask me out, but it was only to fuck around.

Over the break, I met up with my high school boyfriend. We had some fun, just the two of us, but I knew long distance couldn’t last. I also knew I needed more than just one man, at least for now.

As I drove back to school, I remembered my mom told me to have fun. Although I don't think this is quite what she had in mind. But I was going to make the most of it while I was there. I could always settle down later, because clearly no one at the university would want me for anything but a fuck toy… but luckily, that’s what I wanted from them as well.

I started making it a requirement: if you wanted to fuck me, you had to bring a buddy to keep it interesting. I loved threesomes, and I wasn’t going to stop, especially for something that wasn’t going to last. The only exception was if there was a place we could be watched, since that got me off.

I found there were enough guys who would agree to that, and some even brought more than one friend. Those were always fun… 

I guess there was worse things than being known as the college cum dumpster.

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My friend's mouth was open in shock. "I can't believe it. A younger man? How much younger? And for how long? What do you even talk about?"

I just nodded the whole time.

"He's younger… but we don't worry about talking too much." I was smiling a knowing smile.

"But then what do you… oh…" she said, realizing what that meant.

"But he can't be too young… to be any good, at least."

I leaned back and smiled. "He's good enough that you wouldn't care about his age."

"I don't believe you," she said, holding up her glass and asking for more alcohol. 

I took her glass and went into the kitchen. I poured her another glass and sent a message to my other friend.

I brought her another drink and sat down. I was sipping my drink. We kept talking, as she kept trying to find out more about my lover… just how young? Just how good? And me, well, I just kept teasing her.

I heard a knock at the door. I rose and answered it.

"Who was that?" My friend asked. "A delivery?"

"Something like that," I said, holding the hand of my newest boyfriend.

She saw him, wondering why he was there, then saw me holding his hand. "You said he was young, but damn, girl?"

I just smiled.

"So, you're really that good?"

He looked at me. "Wait… you guys talk about that?"

"All the time," I informed him. "Don't you talk to guys?"

"In general, not specifics."

"Oh, we give lots of specifics," I told him. "And she doesn't believe me… so I thought we should show her."

"Really? Now, in front of her?"

I nodded as I led him to the living room, where I sat down on the recliner chair.

He got down in front of me and lifted my skirt so he could have access to me. His head was under my skirt, so I lifted the skirt higher so he could be seen. 

My friend realized I wasn't wearing any panties and blushed a little. "He really does it for you."

"Oh, yes… he does," I moaned. My boyfriend kept licking my pussy, and I kept responding. I was close to cumming already having talked about sex for the last 30 minutes, and having a guy who really knows what he's doing helps get you there - trust me.

"I've helped train him a little, but he was already pretty good when he started with me. Apparently, he had an excellent mentor in a neighbor before he moved here for college, which also led to his love of older ladies."

He looked up at me and smiled, then went back to licking my pussy. I grabbed his hair, short as it was, and held him nice and close as his face became coated in my cum.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK!" I screamed over and over as he made me cum.

He didn't let up until my orgasm faded.

"Damn, my husband never did that for me," my friend said. "Tell me he has a friend for me."

"Well, you do," I said slyly.

"What?"

I just smiled at her, letting her put a couple of the pieces together. "Wait, you want me…. to… with him…?"

"Would you mind taking care of my friend?"

My little boy toy shook his head.

I stood and took him by the hand, leading him back to my bedroom. "Aren't you coming too?" I asked. "Or do you want to just use your battery-operated toys?"

My friend blushed red, then followed the two of us.

"What do I do?" she asked as she entered the room.

"You don't have to be all sweet. Unless you want to. That boy loves pussy, and is happy to go right for it," I told her.

My friend wasn't quite sure, and moved to kiss him, forgetting that I had just cum all over his cute little face.

She recoiled back for a second, then went in again, not caring that she was tasting me. I noticed her hard nipples pointing through her shirt, as well as several other telltale signs that she was just too horny to care.

My boyfriend started to feel her tits, and I got behind her, helping lift her shirt up and off her. I then helped remove her bra so my boyfriend had direct access to her massive tits. She had hers done about the time I did, and teased she only waited to make sure hers would be a little bigger than mine… so she was a double D, where I was only a D cup.

Of course, that's not what he needed access to. So as they kissed, she undid her pants button, but I helped pull them down, getting her naked.

I figured I had to be the best girlfriend ever. Not only to a let my boyfriend fuck my friends, but I'll even strip them naked for him to get access to them.

As she lay down on the bed, he climbed between her legs and ate out her pussy for her.

The reaction from my friend was immediate. She really loved it and made us both know it with her volume. And while I knew my friend wasn't some prude, I had never heard her use language quite like that… and I loved hearing her being downright filthy.

"Oh, fuck, that was good," she said, 

"Want him to give you the real thing," I asked as I pulled his pants down while he stood next to her.

She looked at his generously sized cock, and nodded her head.

He then climbed on top of her and mounted her with ease.

I got above my friend. From over her head, and grabbed her tits, playing with them while my boyfriend fucked her pussy. "I told you I had reasons for keeping him around… what do you think?"

"He's fucking amazing!" she said as he plowed into her.

"And you, buddy… you like my friend's pussy?"

"She feels so good," he said, continuing to fuck her over and over.

I continued to grope my friend while smiling at my boyfriend. I could tell he was getting close to cumming. I pinched my friend's nipples, which pushed her over the edge for another powerful orgasm.

"Oh, FUCK!" she screamed. "Give it to me. Give it to meee…" she begged.

My boyfriend unleashed his cum inside her pussy. He held himself there until he was empty, then pulled back.

He smiled at me, slightly exhausted, but definitely enjoying himself.

"Oh, wow," my friend said. You get that almost every day?"

"No honey," I replied. "I think you forgot something… remember when we were in our early twenties? How often could our husbands and boyfriends go?"

I moved to my boyfriend and held his spent cock in my hand, then bent down to lick and suck on it, cleaning off the mess that was all over it. I didn't care that it was just in my friend or covered with her juices. If anything, it made it that much sexier.

As I did, he was already starting to show signs of life in his fuck stick, and I turned and smiled at my friend. "Want to hear some good news?"

She nodded, hoping she'd get to fuck him again, but I had another idea.

"He's got a friend I think you should meet."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, see, he wanted to check out my friend to make sure he was good enough for his friend. And I had to check his friend out for you… and trust me, he'll treat you right."

"Oh, when can I meet him?"

"He's coming over in a half-hour or so… so if you want to stick around."

"And how did you try him out?"

I just smiled and thought of all the threesomes I had stuck between those two college-age hunks.

"And what if I hadn't measured up?"

"Then I would have just had to please both of them again... and again... and again." I flashed another wicked smile.

"He's got another friend. I was thinking of maybe introducing Jessica to the little group… then we can all share, if you want."

"Can I try out the third friend too?"

I looked up to my boyfriend. "I told you she'd be game."

He smiled, his cock hard, and wanted to know what we could do while we waited for his friend to arrive… 

I smiled back, having a few thoughts of my own.

"I think the question is, how wild do you want to be?"

They both had too much to drink that night. So, he invited her to stay in his dorm room. So, she didn’t have to go back to her hotel room.  As his roommate was out of town for a few days. She could have his bed. But once in the room, they could not keep their hands off each other. Soon he is fucking his dear mother like a man possessed. He has fucked other coed on his bed before, but none of them compared to his sexy mom. They fucked for hours to come. Going asleep in each other’s arms.

When the sun came up the next day. Rachel was sobering up, she had way too many drinks.  She was not sleeping in her hotel room as she had thought. She was in some college boy’s dorm room, with his hands wrapped around her, with his cock sill buried in her pussy. she tried to get out from his arms. But that only made him pull her closer.  She heard him say “10 more minutes.” That sound would haunt her for years to come. She knows that voice any wear. it belongs to her own son Tim. Now the memories of last night come poring back to her. Her son fucked her like a wild animal. Ravishing her body. Not only had committed adultery cheating on her husband. She also has committed incest with her own son. Tim also fucked her better than her husband has in years.

Tim was starting to wake up. When he realized he was not alone in his bed? There is some woman in his arms. With his cock buried to the root in her pussy. He can feel her moving in his arms, trying to get free. She has a familiar smell to her. His eyes shoot open wide. He is not holding some lovely coed in his arms. He is holding his gorgeous mother. Now the memories of last night came flooding back to him. He thought they were just all dreams. As he had thought of fucking her years. Now he knows his dreams have come.  He pulls her closer to him. Pushing is cock deep into her womb. “10 more minutes” He whisper to her. As he buries his face in the back of her head.

She is trying to gather her thoughts. But the over welling urge is to get fucked some more. “baby what we did last night was so wrong.”

“I know it was wrong mom, but this feels so right.” His hands grabbing her tits, pushing them into her chest, His cock pounding her pussy like a jack hammer.

“No baby, please stop.” But as his cock is going deeper. Her words change to begging. “Fuck me better than your father ever has.”

Magic words to his ears. As fucks her for hours to come. Shooting load after load of his cum, deep into her womb. Rachel nearly pass out from the strong orgasm that have been racking her body for hours. Tim finally pulls out from his mother, Turning her around in his arms. Looking deeply into her eyes.

Rachel looks deeply into her sons’ eyes seeing the love he has for her. She had been fucked before. But not like what her son did. Which such raw passion and vigor as he could muster. They both lean and kiss each other deep. As Lovers should.

“Baby that was so hot and wild, and so wrong on so many levels. But what you did to my pussy was so right. I want it to happen again.” She kisses him again.

He returns that kiss deeper. “that is good to hear mom, for I have been dreaming of fucking you for years. But if we want to fuck some more. We need to go get some food and take a tour of campus. To keep up appearances on campus. Then come back to my room later to keep to know each other more in the biblical way.” He saw the smile on his mother’s face

She bit her lips, while tilling her head back a bit. “how long is your roommate going to be gone for.”

He kisses her some more. “For the whole weekend.”

“The let’s get dressed and head out for the day. Seeing where it takes us.”

They go and eat some breakfast at the campus café, then head out for a tour of the campus. They swing by her hotel, when the tour was done picking up her things. She will be spending her weekend in her son’s dorm room now. Getting fucked all weekend long. He will show his mother the love and compassion he has ways wanted to show her. Making her moan his name. They love sleeping in each other’s arms.

When the weekend is over. She kisses her son good bye. “thank you, baby, it was a wonderful weekend. Hope we can do it some more.”

He turns her kiss. “absolutely mom, we will do this some more.” Watching his gorgeous mother leave.

When his friends saw him the next day, they asked where he disappeared to. “Just had a wonderful weekend guy.” They saw the smile on his face.

When Rachel came back home. She made sure to fuck her husband, so he would be none the wiser to what she and her son spend all weekend doing. But what Rachel didn’t know was that it was her cycle. A few months later, she was not feeling well. So, she went to see her doctor. Her Doctor told her she is pregnant. “You and your husband will be so happy.”

“Right my husband will be happy.” As she walked out of the office with a smile on her face. She damn well knows for sure. Her husband is not the father of her child. After that marathon weekend of sex with Tim.

The first one she called is Tim. “Hey baby how are classes going.”

“Good mom, why are you calling. It’s not are usual time to call.” He is wondering what is wrong with his mother.

“Are you in your dorm room sweetie.” She has fond memories of that room.

“Yeah mom why.?”

“Well you’re going to be a daddy.” He is doing the math in his head. Oh yeah, he is the father.

“Are you sure mom?”

“The doctor said so and you damn well know you’re the father of my baby. After that wild weekend in your dorm room. My puss is still sore from that pounding. I will mail you the stick as proof. You’re going to be a father.”

“I’m so happy for us mom, Can I tell dad about it. “

“No baby let him just think it’s his for now ok. Besides sides I wanted to tell you, that my company is sending to a business conference for a week near your school. Think you can take some time out of classes to fuck your dear old mother.”

“Oh yeah I will mom, but this time I get your ass as well.”

“Then it’s a date son. See you in a few weeks. By my love.”

“Come here,” I whispered to Trish, my best friend’s daughter, and best friend of my daughter.

My daughter and best friend were in the kitchen, preparing some snacks for us to munch on as we watched the movie I was supposed to be picking out.

Instead, I pulled Trish into my chest, where my breasts were exposed for her. “I know what you want to snack on… and munch on,” I whispered seductively to her.

“Don’t!” she said, almost too loud. “My mom’s right there.”

“And she thinks you’re running around with a bunch of guys… afraid you’re going to get knocked up. At least I can’t knock you up,” I teased, while keeping her against my breasts.

She started instinctively sucking on them, as she had many times before… and the often left to us naked and fucking at two adult women will do from time to time. I knew she was getting wet so close to my naked flesh…

“Remember when we spent the whole weekend naked a few months ago… tell me you wouldn’t rather do that than watch this movie,” I teased.

She let out a little moan as she thought about that weekend. 

It was the weekend that I didn’t let her wear any clothes… at all. It was that weekend I taught her so much. Like how much fun it is to be multiorgasmic. I had made her cum until she passed out, and she woke up wanting more. 

“You guys ready?” my friend called out.

“Almost,” I said, as her daughter sucked on my hard nipple. I had been waiting until she was old enough ever since I saw her checking me out… and now I never wanted to let go. Sure it was just fun and games, but who wants to stop having fun?

“So many decisions,” I said, flicking through the menus as Trish kept mauling my breasts with her mouth.

I looked down and saw her own hard nipples and smiled at her. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and relieve the pent-up stress, you seem to have.” I was almost laughing at her.

Before that weekend, she was always so embarrassed and never admitted to touching herself. Now she did it on command in front of me. I loved watching her pleasure herself, pleasure over and over.

She wanted me to come with her, but I had my place to be, so I waved her off, and off she went.

I straightened out my top and picked a familiar RomCom we’d all like.

As the popcorn and snacks were brought in, my phone dinged. I looked at it quickly and saw my dirty little lover had sent me a naughty photo… another for me to enjoy while I was alone pleasuring myself.

I quickly put the phone away, not wanting anyone to see. My daughter sat down, and I walked to the kitchen.

“What’s got you so excited?” My friend asked.

I feigned ignorance.

“What, thinking about that weekend we had when we were our daughter’s ages?”

“The one where you wouldn’t let me wear any clothes,” I teased.

“The one where you made me cum so much I blacked out…” She sighed, and smiled. “I’ve had no one else do that to me… if … if… I wish we could do that again, but now… with everything…”

I walked out to the country club golf course. "I don't get what my husband sees in this game, but I guess I should try to find out. I mean, if he's going to be out here for hours a day, multiple days a week."

Yes, I had married a (slightly) older man, one who loved golf as much as he loved me, although sometimes I'm not sure I was his priority. Yet, I didn't want to be a golf widow, as some people around the country club called it. So I decided to learn by hiring one of the golf pros.

As I stepped out onto the course, he introduced himself as Jeff. He was a young man, about my age, maybe a little younger, and quite fit. Not like the friends my husband played with.

Jeff showed me the basics, and then once I had those down, it was off to play a round and see how I did.

Now, I admit, I like to have fun and can be a little silly. I laughed easily, and soon I was having fun, even if I wasn't doing very well.

I got behind the ball on the fourth hole, the first one where you're really away from the country club, and I shake my ass as I get into position.

"Remember," Jeff said, trying to be as helpful as possible, bend at the torso, and swing with your hips, rotating around a center point... or something like that. It could have been Greek, for all I knew.

I went to swing, and he stopped me. Getting behind me, he put his hands over mine. Like this, he said, helping me try to grip the club right. One thing at a time, he said.

"But there's so much to do," I said in a whiny little voice as I popped my ass back to hinge properly. Of course, I felt him there instantly as he was right behind me.

Now, I could have stopped and acted all embarrassed. Instead, I shook my ass side to side a little, feeling him against my short skirt. And while we both know I should have stopped, I held my ass against him for a little longer. I could feel him slowly stiffen as I pressed against him, and I smiled. He couldn't see me, but I was enjoying knowing I was turning him on. I guess it was the flirt in me.

He stepped back, clearing his throat in embarrassment, and then I swung, missing wildly. Sure, I hit the ball, but it went nowhere near where I wanted it to. Now it was my turn to laugh in embarrassment.

"Let me introduce you to the mulligan," he said.

"The what?"

"The do-over. We just won't count that one."

"So, start the entire process over... you coming up behind me... and holding me... in the right position?" I teased.

"I think you can manage."

And I did. My next shot was much better, not that the bar was very high for that.

And over the next few swings, I continued to do better with each one.

I was still teasing him, and I could tell he was enjoying it, and by the seventh hole, I had undone an extra button on my blouse without him realizing it. On the eighth, I got another. I was past innocent flirting at this point, and I think he knew it too.

"I think you could get par for this one," he told me on the ninth hole.

"What does that mean?" I asked. I've found that playing helpless will get you much further... up to a point, and I was always good at knowing where that point was.

He explained what it meant and how we were on the back nine, the last half of the course.

"Oh, and what do I get if I make par?"

"A better score?"

"I always like to play for something more... fun." I thought about some things I've played for in the past, but I doubted he'd do anything like that, or would he. "Ever play strip golf?"

"I don't think that's a thing."

"Anything is a thing if you work at it. I'll tell you what, if I make that pear.. par... I'll remove a piece of clothing."

"I thought you were supposed to lose clothing if you lose. If you get par, that's like winning."

"True..." Of course, I knew that part of the fun in playing strip games was getting naked, and the fun that ensued after that. "Then you've got to play with anything you see." I might have thrust out my chest a little to tease him more.

"OK, but if you don't make it, you've got to put something on... or since you've not lost anything, button up those buttons at least."

"Deal," I said.

And with that hole, I made par easily.

"Oh, wow," he said.

I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties off, tossing them in his direction. "Why don't you hold on to these for me. I'm hoping not to need them back."

That really shocked him, which was fine with me. I liked seeing his mouth open; it let me know what I might get to play with later.

"Tell me," I asked, "do you see this a lot?" And with that, I knocked another ball on the green. A quick putt and I was under par. I reached into my shirt and undid my bra, pulling it out. I handed him my bra as we walked to the golf cart.

Oh boy, did he blush as he looked at my bra and held onto it. So I guess that answered that question.

"I mean, I've heard some of the tennis pros at the club talk..."

"Oh really? I'd like to know more..."

"No, I've said too much," he said, trying to undo what he'd already done.

In the cart, I hiked up my skirt, and he could see my smooth pussy as we headed to the next hole. I caught him looking over more than once. I'm sure the first time was to see if he really saw what he thought he saw, but the second, third, and every time after that? Well, I spread my legs a little so he could get a better view. As we pulled up to the next hole, I ran my finger between my lips and then to my mouth, where I sucked on it. I was staring into his eyes the whole time, and he was about to burst, I think. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me?"

"No, NO! It's fine. Honest..."

"No, silly," I said, smiling. "It was rude not to offer any to you," I said, running my fingers between my pussy lips again, and then offering it to him.

He bent forward and licked my dirty finger, sucking on it. I loved it, and it made me even wetter.

"Oh, what do you think I should take off when I make this hole?"

He just kind of let out an uncomfortable moan, which I loved to hear.

I drove the line hard and straight and soon found myself on the green. "Care to raise the stakes?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I sink this putt, there's something I want you to do for me," I said, wiggling my ass as I got ready to make my shot. "Let's just say there's something you'll need to sink into me."

"That's a fifty-foot putt. You'd have to be..."

As he spoke, he heard the head of the club hit the ball, and watched it curve as it rolled right into the hole.

His mouth fell open. "Damnnnnn"

I went over and picked up the ball, then tossed it by our golf cart, which I had parked a little closer to the woods than the green. "Opps, I guess you'll have to help me find that, won't you," I said, as I undid another button on my shirt and exposed my C-cup breasts to him.

He continued to stare as I walked right toward him, letting my tits bounce free for him to see. I loved looking at the expression on his face, and the growing member in his pants.

"Come on, help me," I said, taking him by the hand.

I knew the area was empty, and few people played this course at this time, so we'd have some time to ourselves.

I found my ball right by the tree I tossed it to. I bent over, sticking my ass out. "Care to help me?" I asked him as I pulled my skirt up over my ass and spread my legs. "I really need your best... driver..." I teased, wiggling my ass a little for him, as I looked back over my shoulder.

He walked up to me and put his hand cautiously on my ass.

"That's the lamest spanking I've ever been given."

"You want to be spanked?"

"Well, am I being a bad girl?"

"Either that, or a fantastic one," he said, groping my ass. Then he withdrew his hand and spanked me.

"Of course, a bad girl wants more than a spanking. I should do something to deserve it, right?"

"Oh, fuck," he muttered under his breath.

"That's the idea."

I heard him unzip his pants and pull out his dick. He linked it up with my hole and pushed in. I love hearing a guy moan as he fucks me, and he let out a soft moan as he pushed all the way in.

I pushed back as he pushed in, getting a better thrust, and over and over. I was feeling good, and not just from the teasing as he fucked me.

"Yes, yes," I moaned myself, but it was too much for him.

He pulled out and shot his load on the ground next to us.

"Awe man..." I complained.

"What?"

"I wanted that."

"What? Really? Where?" He was so confused since he still wasn't able to use his brain as I had moved his blood flow to another place.

"Oh, you know..." I said, coming up close to him, pressing my naked tits against his chest so I could whisper into his ear. "My mouth... my cunt... my tits... anywhere, really. I just love having fucking cum on and in me."

He moaned again, not believing what he was hearing.

"You better be able to get it up again before we finish, because I'll want some more. And this time you better make me fucking cum."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, almost afraid of me given how direct I was being.

We headed back to the golf cart. I put my tits away, but didn't button my blouse, so he could keep taking peeks.

I missed par by a stroke on the next hole, but made it back on the one after that. As we drove to the next hole, I lifted my skirt and teased him with my shaved pussy. And to the next hole, I fingered myself, wanting to make sure I got to cum one way or another.

As I made that shot, I looked over, an saw the young man was mostly recovered. "Oh well, looks like you're ready for your next hole," I teased, running a finger over his crotch.

I went to the golf cart, but instead of sitting in it, I laid down across the bench seat, letting my legs hang out. I spread them and lifted my skirt so he had access to my pussy. He looked around, making sure no one was coming or even nearby as he undid his pants.

I was rubbing my pussy when he pushed inside of me again. This time he was a little more forward, and he worked to pull my tits out of my shirt, watching them bounce with each thrust he gave me. I smiled at him as he stared at my bouncing tits, groping them, while feeling my wet pussy gripping his cock.

"Where do you want my cum?" he said as I was getting ready to cum myself.

"Cum in me, and don't stop until I finish," I ordered him.

He shot his load, and I got to cum as well, just as I wanted and needed.

"Oh, that was good," he said, spent, but still keeping his cock inside of me as he played with my tits.

I sat up and kissed him. "I'm glad you liked."

"How come I don't think you needed me... at least to teach you golf."

"Well, I've golfing for over a dozen years, but I did need you... for other things."

"I can tell."

"Yeah, and my lover is going to want to know why I'm so wet when I go to him after this."

"You lover?"

"Yeah, my husband always loves when I come home and tell him the dirty things I did with my lover, I wonder what he'll think when he finds out I had two of them today," I said as I kissed the golf pro again.

We saw in the distance another couple coming to play our hole, and decided it would be best to head out. He climbed in as I fixed my shirt, but left my bra and panties off. I loved teasing him, and feeling his cum leaking out of my pussy.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I said. "I mean, why should I hide things from you, if I let you fuck me."

"Are you going to come by for lessons again?"

"Would you like that?"

He smiled. "Very much."

"And what if instead of golfing, we just went straight to fucking for several hours?"

I think he nearly wrecked as we pulled back into the clubhouse.

"I'd love to help you out like that... just don't tell anyone. I might lose my job."

"I would hope I would be worth it."

"Oh, you are, but I also don't want to risk not being able to see you again."

Me! I was feeling down. No one seemed to need me or care how I was.

So when Mary our neighbor invited me for a girls weekend. I thought why not. Mary has always been very nice. Very confident, attractive, and always upbeat.

I finished prepping dinner for Rick and the kids, said my goodbyes and headed out. Mary said she booked a lake cabin on lake island.

I arrived at Mary’s in my jean capris and red halter. The halters always did accentuate my 36DD bosom.

As so got out of the car I realized Sandi was coming with. Now Sandi is a little firecracker. By little firecracker I mean she is 5’ 1” Hispanic, with long jet black hair. A ass to dye for and I’d guess 30-32 D tits.

Mary took my bags but each time she bent down to grab one I got a full view of her 40 something’s. Her top was already sheer but the number of buttons she didn’t have buttoned allowed her braless boobs more than freedom.

Oh this trip is going to be a hoot.

We arrived at the cabin put our stuff away and Sandi started making margaritas. Now I’ve had a few strong drinks in my time. But these were……..well let’s just say I’m sure it’s the reason I couldn’t say no.

We were on our third or was it our fourth margarita. When Mary decided we needed to go skinny dipping. So right there, off came the top, down went the jeans and out the door she went. I looked at Sandi and Sandi at me. We both just burst out laughing.

We then followed Mary down to the lake. Mary egging us on to come in the water. The Margaritas had most definitely blurred my judgment as I found myself removing my clothes and joining Mary. Soon Sandi followed.

What I didn’t know was it was Mary and Sandi’s plan all along. Get me naked then seduce me. Being in my state of mind I found it hard to say no.

It started with Mary swimming up behind me and cupping my breast from behind. The kissing my neck and playing with my earlobes. As my body was trying to understand what was happening. Sandi moved over in front of me and just kissed me. With all the arousal from Mary I found myself kissing Sandi back. Soon her tongue was in my mouth and mine in hers.

I was just trying to understand what was happening as I felt two fingers enter my pussy. It was Sandi fingering me from the front, as Mary was squeezing my tits from the back. Then I felt a finger at my ass. It was rotating in circles around my rosebud when all of a sudden. I felt it enter. My eyes went wide but it felt strangely good.

Here I was in wast deep water. Sandi fingering my pussy and Mary fingering my ass, and I liked it. In fact I wished we were out of the water. I guess I said that out loud. Because soon we were back in the cabin. Me on the bed between two women who were going to fuck me and I wanted it.

Mary kissed me and ran her hands all over my body. Then I was rolled over so Sandi could have her turn. Then I was told to straddle Mary. As I adjusted myself I noticed Mary was wearing a thick black strap-on which I slowly lowered myself down onto. Mary pulled me to her chest exposing my ass. That’s when Sandi got behind me. She as well wearing a strap-on. Slightly smaller but still nice size.

Sandi asked if I was ready for the start of my lesbian awakening. Before I could answer. Sandi pushed her girl cock inside my ass. It hurt at first but the more it went in the better it felt. Soon I was getting fucked in both my holes at the same time. I’d never experienced anything like this before. First Mary would pound my pussy hard for a few minutes then Sandi would pound my ass for a few. Back in forth. Pussy then ass, ass then pussy. It didn’t take long for me to cum. And cum I did, all over Mary. But that didn’t stop them. The took my pussy and ass for a good hour………I think.

When I woke up Mary and Sandi were going at it hot and heavy.

And that was just the first night. We still had two more days.

I was wearing only my silk robe as I was waiting, quite impatiently, for my husband. I wanted to surprise him, as we had been getting a little wilder in our bedroom life since the kids moved out.

Walking around naked was now semi-normal for me, and we fucked more now than we had in the last twenty years. And now we were starting to even share our fantasies and role-play some of them.

His favorite was where he watched me fucking another guy… and mine was where I could fuck several guys, sometimes at the same time, sometimes one after another until I could barely move.

Let’s just say toys and costumes were being used for both little role-play events! And boy did we role-play a lot.

As I heard the car door close, I undid the sash on the robe and walked hastily to the bedroom. I tossed the robe and felt the air flow across my naked skin as I climbed onto the bed. I was facing away from the door, on all fours. It was a position that would allow my husband to easily mount me.

I had tried on the tile floor once, a few months ago, as he would come in from the garage, but at my age, the tile just wasn’t comfortable, and this was a lot better.

I heard my husband call out for me, and I called back, telling him where I was.

“You know I brought some coworkers with me,” he said.

I smiled. I liked the idea of jumping right into role-playing, instead of just talking about it.

“Bring them in here. I can’t wait,” I called, still facing away from the door.

I heard my husband gasp just a little. “Are you really wanting to share yourself with them?”

“If you are?”

I heard nothing other than the opening of a zipper, and I felt the bed move as someone climbed onto it.

I felt his hands grasp my hips and then line themselves up with my pussy. “You know you never need a condom with me,” I said as I heard some fumbling behind me.

With that, they pushed into my wet pussy, and I heard a slight moan. I never heard a moan from my husband. I loved how he went all-in on the role-play.

My lover gripped my hips and fucked me hard and fast, nice and deep as I reached back with one hand and rubbed my clit, making me cum almost instantly. Behind me, the guy feeling my pussy contract, squeezed out his own cum and pumped it deep inside my pussy with a manly grunt or two.

“Oh, that was good,” I said, sinking down on the bed.

“I know, so hot,” my husband said, walking around in front of me. “I bet you could go for another fuck right now, couldn’t you?”

“You know me so well,” I said, looking at my husband.

He nodded, but not quite at me. I wasn’t thinking about it until I felt the bed move again.

“Let me give you something you want,” he said, unzipping his fly. 

Out sprang his hard cock, and I licked my lips. Then I realized, how could his cock be hard if he had just fucked me.

As he moved closer, I opened my mouth and let his cock slip past my lips. My eyes widened as I felt another cock slip past my other lips.

My husband was slowly face fucking me, as I realized I was in the middle of being spit-roasted, and I had no idea who was fucking me. I tried turning, but with a cock in my mouth, I couldn’t, and I didn’t want to let go of my husband either.

I thought back to the dozens, no... hundreds of times we had role-played this, and how I had cum, begging him to make it a reality for me. Could I blame him for making it a reality for me? He had told me he had coworkers with him… I had asked for it. I wanted it… if I didn’t, I would have checked to see if he was pretending or not.

I relaxed, enjoying the feeling of the cock fucking my used pussy, while I was face fucked by my husband. He was taking his time with me, enjoying my slutty little mouth, taking all of him in while someone else blew their load inside my pussy.

I pulled off his cock for a second. “Anyone else?” I wondered, not knowing how many people had come home with him.

“Aren’t you a greedy little slut,” he said, which got a few laughs. “Not today, but if you need me to…”

“No, I just want you to fuck me,” I said, looking up at him.

I rolled onto my back, feeling cum leaking from my used pussy. Would he fuck me like that? I hoped so.

I looked over and saw two guys, their pants till off, and slowly stroking their cocks trying to bring them back to life. I smiled at them while waiting for my husband to climb on top of me.

He was naked when he did, and soon he was pounding my dirty pussy until he could unload inside of me as well. Given the blowjob I gave him, and him watching me get fucked by the two of them, he couldn’t last long, not that I cared.

He looked down at me and smiled before climbing off me. “Well, I wasn’t expecting that when I came home.”

“Neither was I… well… not exactly,” I said, looking over at the two guys whose dicks were almost ready to go again. They were younger than my husband and me, and I remember how much fun it was when we were younger.

“I guess I should get you guys what you came here for?”

“You mean, it wasn’t me,” I said, pretending to be hurt.

“No, my dear, you were just the icing on the cake.”

I looked at those guys. “Why don’t you leave them here, and I’ll keep entertaining them, while you get whatever it was they needed,” I suggested. “And don’t be too quick... I want these guys to take their time with me this time,” I said.

The guys couldn’t believe their luck as my husband left to find whatever it was that they needed. I smiled as they came over to me and groped my whole body. I felt two mouths and four hands on me instantly, as semi-hard cocks pressed against me until they were ready, then they both fucked me in a few new positions while my husband watched.

I had cleaned up the whole house, getting it nice and spotless for when my daughter came to visit with her boyfriend. The two lived rather far away, so I didn't get to see them as often as I'd like to. So I was pretty excited to have them staying over for the weekend, finally.

They arrived around midday, and we all ate lunch together. My daughter looked similar to me, with a well-toned body, long blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Her boyfriend was about a head taller than either of us, with a decent-sized gut, dark hair, and dark eyes. He had strong arms, as he'd used to play sports in high school and did construction work right out of high school. He's now working a nice office job, but his figure still reflects the physical work he used to do.

I had to admit her boyfriend was rather handsome. My daughter was not the kind of woman who would be interested in sharing her boyfriend. But perhaps her boyfriend would be of a different opinion? After all, men are rather easy to convince.

Later that day, she went out to buy some items she needed while he stayed home with me. Which means this is the perfect opportunity to make my move!

He went to take a shower and didn't lock the door. So I went on in after him and locked the door behind me. "Oh, um, hey, Mrs. Danvers," he stuttered, standing in the see-through shower, covering himself with his hands.

"Oh, don't mind me, darling. I just figured since I wanted to take a shower and you're already in there, I might as well join you and save some water. Those water bills are coming awfully high nowadays afterall."

He opened his mouth to speak and then closed it when he saw me start stripping. I took everything off and then stepped into the shower with him, facing him directly. He made no attempt to look at my eyes; instead, his eyes were glued to my body.

"Mrs. Danvers, you're just as hot as your daughter." He moved his hands away from his crotch and placed them on my body. One hand on my waist and the other gently groping my breast. I let out a soft moan. It was nice to finally feel a strong man's touch.

Playfully giggling, I said, "my aren't you feeling rather handsy. What would my daughter think of you doing this to her very own mother?" I pressed my hands against his strong chest, pushing ever so softly, just enough to tease. In response, he pulled me in closer, pressing me against his body so I could feel his hard cock up against my stomach, teasing me with sweet promises.

"If you cared about what your daughter might think, you wouldn't be in here," he spoke in a low growl, his voice breaking up the sounds of the water rushing down on us. "Time to be honest, Mrs. Danvers. I am going to fuck you, and that's the only reason you came in here. So stop playing silly games, and be a good little slut. Understood?"

My! What a demanding gentleman! This just keeps getting better & better! I nodded my head, and he spun me around, leaning me forward so I could rest my hands on the bathroom walls. His hands slide down my back, gently caressing my hips, getting a good feel for my body before using it.

He gripped my hips and shifted his own, allowing his cock to finally start pushing into me. "Aaaa fuck" I moaned out, feeling his thick meat rubbing against the inside of my walls. "Ah shit," I screamed out as he started thrusting into me. The sounds of our bodies colliding with one another are only further accentuated by the water on us. Making it even louder, making it even sexier.

After a few more moments, he grabbed me by the throat and stood me up straight. My back pressed against his body as he continued to fuck me so wonderfully deeply. One strong hand wrapped around my throat while the other groped and smacked my bare tits.

Ah fuck yes, it's so good to finally have a big strong man getting rough with me! The water running down my tits kept getting splashed around as my breasts were bouncing while I was getting nicely railed. Every time he smacked them, water would fly around the bathroom.

"Such a dirty fucking milf aren't you? You just needed a good young cock to properly use your slutty pussy." I moaned out in response, my eyes fluttering with pleasure as he continued to dominate me completely.

Then we heard sounds from around the house. My daughter must be home! Oh shit! Her boyfriend didn't stop, though, didn't bother to slow down. He just covered my mouth and continued to fuck me. "Hey, babe, you in there?" We heard my daughter asking as she fidgeted with the door handle.

"Yeah, sorry, babe. I locked the door since your mom's around. Didn't want to risk things getting awkward," he lied to her, while fucking me like the cheater he is. His cock was digging into me as tears rolled down my face.

"Oh ok. Do you know where she is?" My daughter asked. His boyfriend kept me muffled as I moaned like a total whore for him. His strong hand cupped my mouth to prevent me from making too much noise.

"Not sure, babe, maybe she went out for a walk," he replied, starting to go faster. Aaaaaa I can't take much more of this!! My arms were flailing about, and my eyes rolled back. This man is too good! At this rate, I'm going to end up becoming addicted to him!

"Yeah, makes sense. Well, I'll be in my room. I bought some nice things for the house that were on sale!" With that, my daughter finally took her leave. Her boyfriend grabbed me and pushed me up against the cold, hard glass.

His low growling voice echoed in my ears as he spoke, "You're such a good fucking slut. Just like your daughter. Maybe I'll even give you another one for your good behavior." He held me tight as he began to pump me full of cum.

My body quivering and trembling as I orgasmed while his cock pulsed inside of me. His seed flowed deep into me as we both orgasmed. I felt his grip around my neck as he turned my head and kissed me. His tongue pushed into my mouth as his cock emptied itself into me.

"From now on, I'm going to fuck you every time we come visit," he declared.

I smiled, "Does that mean you'll visit more often?"

He kissed me once more, "much more often." Oh fuck yes!

My friend Jason and I have followed this local band for a while, they are really talented and they perform all over the area. Jason noticed the other day that they are playing at the club down the street from my house, so he mentioned that he wanted to go.

Truth be told, I like their music, but, I really had a crush on the sax player. She was all kinds of gorgeous. Curves in all the right places, she dressed sexy but not like a slut. Her name is Joanne and I would follow her anywhere.

Everytime we have seen the band, I keep an eye out and Joanne, and she always seems to take her breaks alone. Everyone else is always hitting on the local bar girls, she goes off by herself and has a beer at the end of the bar. There is always an occasional guy trying to pick her up, but she always dismisses him and finishes her beer alone.

I figured she was in a relationship with someone, but never saw anyone with her. I thought, sense she was going to be so close to my place, I would take a chance and go up to her and try to start a conversation.

The night of the gig, I dressed up, even put on a tie and combed my hair. When Jason arrived, he noticed the difference, "so Danny, does this mean you are going to talk to her?"

I straightened my tie, and said with confidence, "that's the plan."

No sense in driving the block and a half to the club, we walked towards the club and saw a line at the door. There was a sandwich sign saying "Friends with Benefits - live tonight!" I always loved the name of their band. We waited for the bouncer to check our ids and we walked inside, we sat down at a tall table right in the front of the stage, and ordered two long necks.

I said that we have followed this band for a while, and I've watched her during her breaks. I ordered the same beer that she gets. "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome Friends with Benefits!"

Joanne was looking good tonight, blck leather skirt, low cut black shirt, stockings and she was smiling as they hit the first notes. I love it when she has a solo because all of the attention goes right to her. Jason and I have seen them a lot and we know their sets and when they are getting close to break time. I ordered another beer and as she was finishing the last few notes, I caught her eye. She smiled and I held up a beer, offering it to her.

The lead singer said, "we'll be back in a few minutes." I caught her eyes again and she smiled as I went to the stage and handed her the beer. I figured that I would get shot down like every other guy seems to get. This time, she accepted the beer and said "Thank you!"

She followed me to our table and sat down. Jason politely said hello and excused himself. Joanne smiled at me again and said, "I've seen you many times at the shows, yet you never come up to me. What is different?"

I smiled thinking to myself, she has noticed me?? "I watched you, you always dismiss guys that offer you a drink, so I didn't think I had a chance, besides I dont want to bother you."

Joanne put her hand on mine, "I dismiss them because I was always waiting for you, but you never did!"

I smiled, ashamed that I never had the courage to walk up to her. We ended up having a real pleasant conversation before she had to get back up on stage. She said with a smile, "dont run off, I gotta get back to work."

This next set had one of my favorite songs in it, it featured her with an incredible solo. This song always pumped up the crowd. When she was just about to blow, she looked directly at me and licked her lips. Her playing was perfect and she looked sexy as hell as she worked her instrument to unbelievable heights. As her solo came to a close, she caught my eye again and smiled.

I smiled back, I couldn't believe my luck. Here was the gorgeous, talented woman and she was interested in getting to know me better? I loved watching her play, and tonight she seemed to be playing only for me, that made it so hot.

Jason came back to the table and stated to me, "I think she likes you!"

I told him, "She's been waiting for me to make a move!"

He smiled at my good fortune and congratulated me, "I met someone over there, I leave you to it!"

Another amazing set, I ordered another beer and waited for the last note. Joanne came right over to my table to continue our conversation from earlier. I stared off the conversation with a fun question, "So why Friends with Benefits?"

Joanne smiled as she put the beer to her lips, taking a well deserved drink before she spoke. "Well, the standard answer is it brings everyone in the door. But the real reason is one day at rehearsals I made a comment that I needed to get laid and that I need a Friend with Benefits, and all the guys loved it and we bacame Friends with Benefits!"

I about swallowed my tongue, I wasnt prepared for that reason. I had to ask, "Are you still in need?"

She smiled and rested her hand on my knee, "Are you applying for the job?"

I put my hand on hers, "are you saying there is an opening that needs to be filled?"

She smiled again, took a swig of her beer and told me, "next break meet me in the store room." She headed back up to the stage. She grabbed her instrument, looked straight at me, licked her lips and slid her mouth around the reed. It was very suggestive, very sexy, and yes, it got the desired reaction from certain parts of me.

I loved watching her perform, she was sexy as hell as she danced and strutted in front of the adoring fans. Her body was starting to glisten, those lights are hot, and drops of perspiration slid between her breasts, she looked amazing like that.

Ok, two more songs before the break, like I said, we've seen them a lot. I ordered her another beer, but I was truly hoping she wouldn't have time to drink it. When the last song started, I headed towards the back of the stage, she glanced at me and smiled. I closed the door behind me and sat down, waiting for the music to stop again.

I heard the last couple of notes played and started to get excited. My tool started to stiffen as the door gently creaked open. No words spoken this time, she came right over to me and planted her lips on mine. She tasted sweet with a hint of beer. Her tongue danced with mine as her hand rested on my thigh. I held her head as I pulled her into me. I've had fantasies, but she felt even better, she tasted even better.

Our kisses grew more needy, more insistent as her hand moved up my pants. I felt as her fingers trailed up and down my stiffening rod. She broke the kiss, "nice!" She dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands went to work on my zipper. She had me exposed in a moment. She looked up at me and licked her lips again. This time I was the instrument that she placed her lips on.

She slowly slid her mouth around my tool. Her tongue swirled around the head as her lips worked on the entire length. Holy hell, she was good and I was just about to grab ahold of her head. That is when she went all the way down, she moaned and I couldn't hold back any more. I grunted and filled her mouth with rope after rope of my seed. She eagerly swallowed each and every drop as she kept going until I was empty.

Joanne held me in her mouth, her hands stroking the last few drops out of me. She smiled as my softness slipped from between her lips. She looked deep into my eyes as she got off of the floor, she straightened her outfit, brushed the dust off her knees and exited the door. A few moments later, I heard the band take the stage for their last set of the night.

I put my spent, wet pole away and closed up my pants, headed to the door out to watch her perform for the crowd. I sat back down and watched as she licked her lips and started her solo. Throughout her performance she made it a point to stare at me, I returned the gesture. We pretty much were undressing each other in our minds and we couldn't wait to play together.

The last song of the night was a sexy song featuring a long sultry saxaphone solo. I watched as she danced around on the stage, wondering what every inch of her would look like laying on my bed. She finished her last note, waved to the crowd and said, "Thank you for rocking with Friends with Benefits, see you next time!" She looked at me and headed off the stage towards the door.

I nursed my beer for a little before she came back over to my table, she grabbed her beer and finished it. "I need to help pack up the van, then I am all yours!"

She went to the stage and started winding up cables and moving microphone stands to the back of the stage. Every second that went by, my erection grew more. About twenty minutes later, she hugged the rest of the band and said her goodbyes to the other fans still hanging around. Then she walked to my table and kissed my cheek. She whispered, "Okay, now let's go have fun!"

I grabbed her hand and led her outside, "My apartment is less than two blocks away." She smiled and we walked down the street holding hands. There wasnt a lot spoken during our walk, just a lot of us staring at each other.

We approached the steps up to my door and she stopped me when I went to slide the key in, "I'm not just looking for a hookup, I dont want a friend with benefits, I want more than that."

I looked at each her, "Good, I wasn't looking for a one night thing either." I opened the door and we walked in. I turned the light on and closed the door behind her. I turned around and there was Joanne, her hands resting on my chest as she pushed me back into the door. Her eyes met mine and she moved towards me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I grabbed her and pulled her closer to me. Our tongues met again in that sultry dance that excites us both.

I had my hands on her hips and I started to slide them around to grab her backside. She moaned into my mouth. I could not find any panty lines on her leather skirt, nothing underneath? She enjoyed my hands roaming over her butt, "I had to take them off the last set, they were soaked!" She smiled. I unzipped her skirt and just let it slide down her legs.

She undid my tie and threw it down, then working each button until my chest was exposed. Her fingers stroking through the hairs. I lifted her shirt up and off of her, she stood in front of me, naked wearing only her stockings and shoes. She stepped out of her skirt and kicked off her shoes. She undid my pants and let then slide down my legs. She looked up at me when she saw the tent in my underwear, "Is that for me?"

I nodded and she pushed my boxers down my legs. We were both naked with the slight exception of her stockings, and quite frankly, I was fine if she left those on. She looked incredible. I slid around her and walked her towards the light. Our clothes in a heap by the door. I stepped back and looked her up and down, she stood there and did the same to me. Her blonde hair, flowing around her face, her bare neck still glowing from the show. Her breasts, perfect size for her, not overly large, but te right proportion for her, capped with small circles and tight nipples. I kept scanning her bodt into my memory, her belly button, begged to be kissed. Her soft looking skin, glistening lips underneath a small tusk of pubic hair. Wow she was incredible to look at.

She seemed to be focused on just one part of my body, while I was scanning her entire body. I made the decision to let her wear her stockings, they ended pretty much upper thigh and she looking incredible. I brought her over to the couch as her hand reached for my tool. "Unh unh, that's later, I want to taste you!"

She sat down in the middle of the couch as I knelt in front of her, moving the coffee table back so I had room. I grabbed her head and pulled her in for a kiss, this started out as a tender kiss, then the passion took over. My hands explored her body, her collarbone, her chest, one nipple, then the other. I cupped her breasts as my mother travelled down her neck. She moaned her approval as I kissed down to the area just between her breasts. I squeezed her tight nipple between my fingers and continued kissing my way down to her navel. She inhaled as I swirled my tongue inside of it.

Her body smelled amazing, the sweet aroma of her soft skin combined with the taste of her was intoxicating. My. Hands found their way to her thighs, gently touching between them. I traced around the hem of her stockings as I heard her whisper "please stop teasing!"

As soon as she finished the words, my hands pushed her legs open. I pulled her to the edge of the couch and blew gently on her wet opening. I could see the goosebumps form on her skin, as I went forward and lightly brushed my tongue against her flesh. I could taste her sweet nectar already and I wanted more!

Soft moans escaped her lips, "please?"

I moved forward and gently ran my tongue from the hem of her stockings to the very spot between her legs that she needed me to touch. She inhaled sharply and I repeated it again on the other leg. From hem to opening. I watched how her body reacted to each tongue stroke and then decided to slip my tongue up her seam. Slowly, I ran my tongue from bottom to top as she moaned. I worked it up and down for a few moments before I forced my tongue inside of her. Her lips parted as my tongue slide around. She tasted exquisite, like something off a secret menu in a swanky establishment. I drank from her fountain, her juices just kept flowing.

My tongue explored her folds and dove in deeper and deeper as my hands held her legs opened. I explored her body slowly, but deliberately working her to that peak. I found her button, but avoided it for now, I was still exploring and wanted to bring her slowly to a boil. My tongue danced on her lips and my fingers joined the party, sliding up and down her opening. I used my fingers to open her folds and then slide my tongue deeper inside.

I felt her hands grab my head and pull me in deeper between her open legs. She moaned, "holy shit, don't stop!"

I didn't have any plans of stopping, so I continued my attack on her privates. I spread her open, pushed my tongue in and up around her clit and then slid fingers deep inside of her. She moaned again louder. I sucked on parts of her, pushed deeper with my fingers and she was loving every second of it. She pulled my head deeper and opened her legs as far as they could go. She was ready, she was dripping and begging for me to finish her off. I kissed her clit and backed away, my fingers taking my tongues place as I worked her with my fingers. Back and forth over her sensitive nub, my hand played until she was right on the edge. I moved back and forth, quicker and quicker until I felt her tense up, she was coming and it was going to be a big one. She tilted her head back forced her eyes close as she moaned, "oh fuuuuuck yessssss!"

Her body exploded, fluid squirted everywhere as her body shook violently under my touch. I kept stroking her clit, and she just kept coming. She soaked my couch, but it was worth it. Her whole lower half of her body glistened from her wetness and the gentle light that filled my living room. She just kept coming as I did not let go. Eventually she became extremely sensitive and begged me to give her a moment to rest."

I gave her the moment she requested as I stood up and sat beside her. I bent over and kissed her tenderly and she pulled me down towards her mouth. I could feel the passion and lust oozing from her pores. Her kiss was insistant, she held my head in place like her life depended on my tongue. Finally her body started to relax, her spasms subsided and she began to breathe normally again.

She let go of my head and I sat next to her, watching as her body started to come back down. She looked at me, her eyes still a little glazed over, "holy shit, you are incredible."

I smiled at her as I stroked her bare skin, just to keep her body excited. "Are you ok," I asked softly.

She licked her lips, trying to get some moisture back into her mouth, "Yes!"

I offered her some water and she accepted. I brought her a glass and lifted it for her to drink. She smiled and opened her mouth as I gently poured it into her. At least at first, then I tilted the glass and more water came out than she could handle and it dripped down her body. She smiled up at me and said "Thank you!"

I put the glass down on the table next to the couch and she looked at me, "please take me to your bed!" I stood up and took her hand, she followed me down the hallway and into my bedroom. I turned the light on and she pushed me onto the bed.

I slid up until my head hit the pillow, she climbed onto the bed and grabbed ahold of my erection. She looked at me as she stroked me gently to full length, she spoke softly, "no one has every made me come like you just did."

She moved up the bed and straddled my hips. She moved until her opening was resting on my tool. She moved back and forth until my pole slid between her lips. She didn't let me inside yet, she just rocked her hips back and forth, coating my member in her juices. She looked at what she was doing, "I seemed to be dripping down there."

She moved her hips slightly and I slid inside of her slowly. She took her time as she toom me deeper into her. She moved back and forth until I was buried all the way inside.

She looked deep into my eyes, I smiled and said, "I've been thinking about this moment all night long."

She smiled back down at me, "so have I."

She started moving off of me slowly, right until just the tip of my pole was inside of her, then she forced herself down and my tool plunged all the way. She repeated this over and over again. Everytime I was deep inside of her, she would smile at me. Her eyes opened and closed seductively as she moved up and down. She controlled the pace (for now) and I was fine for the moment. Her own inhibitions took over and she started to slam herself loudly down. Up and down, our bodies coming together in a sexy rhythm.

She rode me for a while, then I took control. I pushed her off of me and laid her down on her stomach. I got behind her and lifted her hips up off the bed. The globes of her backside sticking up at me, inviting me to give a soft little slap. I held tight as I slid myself back deep inside of her. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her backwards until I was able to turn her head for another kiss. She moaned into the kiss as I started to push.

It was too difficult to pound into her and kiss her as the same time, so I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips. I pushed her back and her breats and her face met the bed. Her butt still high in the air as I pistons back and forth inside. She moaned, "oh fuck, please take me!"

Not that I needed any encouragement, but I started to move faster and faster. I pounded her hole with my pole for all I was worth. Her body felt so good, I knew that at this pace, I was going to explode inside of her in no time. She continued to moan into the pillow, "oh please, oh fuck, I want to feel you explode."

I was right about there and I was wondering where she wanted me to put my come. That is when she moaned, "oh yes, here I come, please, come with me."

Her body started shaking again, this time I was buried deep inside of her as she started squeezing me. She was eager to feel me erupting. I pushed as deep as I could go and held still as my body convulsed inside of her, filling her with everything I had in me. She screamed as she felt me, her body already shaking from her own orgasm. We rode it out together, our heavy breathing and moans echoed through the room as we came down slowly from the ride.

We finally collapsed together from exhaustion and satisfaction. We laid next to each other in that post orgasmic bliss, gently stroking each other and sharing gentle kisses. We eventually drifted off to sleep.

The sun enterred my bedroom and shone on our naked bodies as our eyes tried to adjust to the light. She looked deep into my eyes and said, "Good morning baby!" I reached over her and pulled her on top of me, and I kissed her gently. She kissed back and our tongues started to dance again. I rolled over onto her and before we knew it, we were moaning once again. We ended up in the shower together, her on her knees and then we went back to spend the rest of the day in bed.

Joanne smiled as she gathered her clothes and put them back on by the door. She kissed me and told me, "I have a gig tonight will you come?"

I smiled, "several times, I'm sure!"

She smiled as we left my apartment, headed back to the club, so she could finally drive home.

Another lonely weekend stretched out ahead of me. It was a Saturday night and I was just lounging in my apartment. Chris, my roommate, had insisted I go out to some club with him. If nothing else, at least I could meet his new girlfriend who, by all accounts, was a fox. Not being in the mood (rarely ever in the mood), I declined. I was watching some mildly entertaining movie when I heard giggling outside the door and down the hall.

Glancing at the clock, I realised it was fairly late. The voices came closer and I heard the familiar sound of a key in the front door's lock. Ah, I thought, he brought her home with him. Great.

The door swung open and Chris stumbled in, grinning like an idiot. No lights were on; there was only a blue glow emanating from the television. I couldn't get a very good look at the girl hanging off his shoulder. From what I could see, she at least had a great-looking body.

"Hey buddy!" he slurred at me. Sounded like he had a good time. I raised my hand with the remote and saluted him as if it were a drink. The girl giggled again and pulled his face to hers, forcing a kiss on his mouth. The two happily stumbled through the apartment and into Chris's room. One of them kicked the door shut behind them; it closed with a loud slam. I heard them both laughing and the girl shriek delightedly.

I rolled my eyes. Lucky bastard. Turning up the TV, I did my best to tune them out as they fucked in the room behind me. I vaguely considered lowering the volume in the event that I was ruining their mood, but by the sound of it, the girl was quite an enthusiastic lover and I was pretty confident that they didn't give a shit.

I'll admit I had a difficult time paying attention to the conclusion of the movie. As hard as I tried to mind my own business, the occasional thuds of Chris's headboard hitting the wall and the girl's loud moaning kept pulling me in. Jesus, she sounded like a wildcat!

Eventually the two settled down and the apartment grew quiet. Rubbing my eyes with fatigue, I plodded into my own room and collapsed on the bed. I had to admit I was feeling a little jealous of Chris that night. We're buddies and all, and yeah I'm happy he's got a great lay, but I couldn't help cursing my own dry spell. With a resigned sigh, I fell asleep.

The following day I awoke groggy. I had my usual morning hard-on and debated whether or not to give myself a fix before drifting back to snoozing. Ultimately I decided I needed to take a piss, so it would have to wait. Pulling myself out of bed, I wandered out of my room and to our only bathroom.

My eyes were still half-closed, and I was absentmindedly playing with myself through my boxers. I was a little confused that the bathroom door was partially closed; not latched, but resting in a position that blocked the doorway. That was weird; Chris normally doesn't even shut the door when he's taking a shit. My mind was still foggy and it didn't occur to me that someone else might be in there.

So! I carelessly nudged the door open with my foot, one hand rubbing my left eye, my other hand softly stroking my cock in my underwear. It was at that moment that I realized I had made a mistake. Now I remembered Chris brought somebody home with him...

She was standing facing the mirror. I halted in my footsteps, frozen in place, as I eyed her down and up. All she was wearing was a light blue towel. Dimly I thought, hey... that's mine... It ended just below her ass, giving me a perfect rear view of her entire legs. I was at first mesmerized by the contrast of her skin against the towel right at her thighs. They were the perfect shape with a nice complexion; not a flaw to be seen.

My gaze traveled up her ass and lower back, where I could faintly see the curves through the towel where her stomach turned inward above her hips. Then I looked at her upper-back and shoulders, naked and smooth just like her legs. Up, up I went to her slender neck, which was revealed to me because her hair was tied up with something.

Her arms were raised and her hands were at her face. I guess she was just finishing her makeup around her eyes. Slowly looking past her body and into the mirror, I realised she was staring right at me through the reflection.

"Hi! I'm not in your way, am I?" she chirped, like nothing in the world was odd.

The sudden sound actually made me jump back a little bit. "Uh... S-sorry!" I managed to stammer as I took my hand off my dick, grabbed the door, and shut it between us as quickly as I could.

I stared at the closed door for a few moments, trying to process what just happened. My mind was racing for the proper protocol of how to react here. Apologise again and explain? Flee back to my room and pretend it never happened? Before I could decide, the door swung open and the girl was standing to me face-to-face, one hand holding the towel at the top where it came together at her breasts. My eyes were naturally drawn to her hand, soaking in the outline of her cleavage.

"I didn't mean to get in your way!" Was she actually apologizing to me? My face flushed red.

"No uh... No prob..." I was scratching the back of my head now, looking all around while stealing little glances at her. It was hard for me to match her stare. I felt like a kid who just got busted by the hot babysitter. But each time I actually looked at her, I saw her eyes twinkle and her perfect white smile. God she is...

She extended her free hand to me. "I'm Rachel," she cooed. Rachel. Normally I would think that was one of those silly names that 90’s parents bestow, but at that moment it sounded like music. I tentatively took her hand and managed to mutter out my own name. She just kept grinning at me. Her smile almost felt condescending. It was welcoming but... oddly mirthful.

It was then I realised she was slyly checking me out.Oh yeah, I'm practically naked. At first I felt pretty self-conscious about it, but I noticed and almost imperceptible rising of her eyebrow. I was hoping that meant, not bad.

"Well! Don't let me keep you!" she exclaimed and moved out from the doorway. I sheepishly thanked her and slipped in. As I turned to close the door, I caught her gaze again and both her eyebrows shot up as her lips curled into a little smile. "Don't worry,I won't barge in!" I let out a little chuckle and the door was shut.

I rubbed my hands against my face, letting out a long sigh. I tried to shake it off. I actually stood at the toilet for a few moments before I began to go. Man, stage fright? Settle down! Finally I let loose and relieved myself. I made a conscious effort to wash my hands and sound like a civilized human being, then opened the door to go back to my room.

Rachel was standing right there, waiting. "Wow, you really had to go!" she blurted out. Without waiting for me to get out of the doorway, she pushed herself through, rubbing the front of her body against mine. I was caught in a moment of complete embarrassment as I thought about her listening in on me. The sensation of her as she passed me was electric, and I actually felt my cock jump a little bit. I grew even redder.

Leaving the room, I turned to her to say a lame, "Well, nice to meet you." She interrupted me with a hushed, "We'll just keep this little introduction to ourselves." With a playful wink, she turned her back to me and began happily humming some little tune as she went back to the mirror. She kicked one of her legs back to swing the door partially closed again. As it blocked my view of her, I noticed her drop the towel. For a split second I saw all of her lower back and the beginnings of her ass until the door obstructed me. I felt my dick jump again as I took a deep breath and returned to my room.

II

Since that first encounter, Rachel had begun spending more and more time at the apartment. Chris was (understandably) head-over-heels for her. He was the very outgoing type, and she was as much a free-spirit as anyone. In fact, for all Chris's typical suave and charm with the ladies, it was all he could do to keep up with Rachel. She was constantly dragging him to another adventure, another new restaurant.

For my own part, I didn't mind too much. Certainly seeing her around the place wasn't something I was going to complain about. She was a fantastic looker and had zero qualms about showing it off. Not that she dressed particularly slutty. I guess she was one of those types who could carelessly put on anything and make it look good. Really, I didn't see her dressed up very often; usually only when she came by to leave with Chris. Or on some occasions, she actually got ready at our place. At any rate, my eyes were typically only treated to her prancing around in a tank-top with faded jeans or little shorts. Whatever, I liked it as any guy would.

Rachel and I got along amicably enough. I never had much to say to her, but she was inevitably cheerful toward me. At first I constantly found myself embarrassed and awkward. She's so flirtatious when she talks. It's effortless. For a little while I actually wondered if she was hitting on me or trying to get me in trouble. Eventually I just realised that's probably the way she treats everybody; she's just one of those girls. I still feel my heart skip a beat when she gave me one of her devious little smiles though. And she incessantly teased me about the time we caught each other in the bathroom. As much as it discomfited me, I still looked forward to her attention. Sometimes I even felt guilty about it.

So this was the (fairly innocent) state of affairs for a while. As I said, her presence at the apartment was increasing over time. Apparently her roommate was something of a monster and she hated being at her own place. Evidently it wasn't enough of a problem to make her simply move. I wondered if at some point she was hoping to squeeze me out of my own digs and settle in with Chris.

Anyway, it was a late afternoon and Chris hadn't gotten off work yet. I had just gotten home and when I put the key in the door, I realized it was unlocked. A little perplexed, I opened the door to a fantastic sight.

Rachel was standing with her back to me, wearing only a bra and a tiny pair of panties. I took a sharp intake of breath as I was immediately reminded of walking in on her when we first met. She heard me and turned, a perplexed look painted on her face. Upon seeing me, it instantly softened.

"Oh good! I need your help!" she cheered.

I then noticed she had several articles of clothing sprawled out on the couch. She was towering over them, trying to figure out that special something to wear for Chris tonight. Despite my best efforts to remain cool, I could not keep my eyes from bouncing up and down her awesome body. Sure, like I said, I got to see her fairly often... but this was different. I could see all her legs. All her stomach. She was practically nude. This was even better than in the towel...

"I'm uh... I'm not really an expert on fashion..." I lamely tried to excuse myself. Now I know lots of guys would think I'm a complete idiot for trying to get out of the situation, but that's what I did. Rachel was my buddy's girl. That's one line I was not about to cross. I already felt pretty shamefaced for jacking off to her image half the time. I didn't think I could ever score with a girl like her anyway, and quite frankly, I didn't like being tormented with what I couldn't have.

"No way! You're perfect!" she explained to me, "As a guy, only you really know what men like to see girls wear! Besides, you're like, Chris's best friend. You know his taste!"

The way her eyes sparked made my heart ache. The way her curves moved as she simply shifted her weight made the rest of my body ache worse. Just wear what you're wearing now...

"He'll like... uh, whatever, I'm sure..." It was my last attempt. She promptly ignored the comment, sauntered over to me (I couldn't decide whether to watch her nearly-naked hips or her swaying chest), grabbed my arm, and playfully pushed me onto the couch. Oh well. I can't say I was that disappointed.

I'll try not to bore you with every little detail. Like I said, she had a bunch of clothes on the couch there with us. Now, I figured she would just hold up a couple things in front of her body and I would say yea or nay, and that would be it. Nope. She made it a point to try every piece on in front of me. Then give me the full twirl-around. Then strip back out of it (and I mean this, she didn't just slide out of anything. Did she have to make everything sexy?).

What's worse is that for every good piece, she made me tell her why I liked it.

"So what about this skirt?" She made it seem so innocent.

"It's, it's nice..."

"What's nice about it?"

"Uh, well, it's... pretty short..."

"Yeah but, don't guys like leaving something to the imagination?"

"Yeah they, uh, we do..."

"Well should I try on a shorter one?" she pouted.

Gulp. She was already slipping out of it before I could answer. So of course the next one was something completely slutty. "Oh I haven't worn this one in forever, I got it as a joke once..." she feigned embarrassment.

I'll tell you, my humiliation was the real deal. My cock was throbbing at this point, and I was wearing rather loose khakis, so it was no secret. I was constantly shifting my legs to try and make the tent less noticeable, but it was to no effect. Rachel was obviously amused by it. Whenever she had on something that was clearly sexy, she would pose, "So how do you like this one?" But she would barely look me in the eye when she asked it. She instead measured my approval by dragging her eyes slowly across my crotch. This just made it worse, and often my body would tense up some, causing my erection to jump a little. Her eyes showed laughter whenever that happened.

Eventually I didn't even bother trying to hide it. The interplay was so obvious. In a way I kind of resented her toying with me like this, but what was I going to do? She got to tease me; I got to stare at her body for twenty minutes. I think my face was red the entire time though.

When she finally decided on an outfit, I got up to take my leave. She was back to only wearing her bra and panties. Before she trotted into the bathroom to shower up, she surprisingly grabbed me and gave me a tight hug. Not expecting this in the least, I found myself in that dumbass position where my hands were sort of floating in the air behind her, wondering where to go.

It might not have mattered if she let go right away, like a normal thank you hug. But this one dragged out a little too long. I felt my heartbeat speeding way up again. She moved her lips up to my ear and hushed out, "You're such a good helper! But let's keep this our little secret... Wouldn't want Chris to take it the wrong way... I mean, that I don't know how to dress myself..."

Something about that rubbed me the wrong way. It was at the same time both sweetly gracious, yet mockingly condescending. Instead of pulling away from me to end the hug, she pulled her body against mine and moved sideways. I closed my eyes as tiny fireworks exploded from the sensation against my still-hard cock. Standing there in my little state of heaven, I realized I hadn't moved for a few moments. When I opened my eyes, Rachel had already slid into the bathroom and turned on the shower water.

She appeared in the doorway and gave me a beaming smile. Her hands were raised behind her back as she began to unclasp her bra. It had the effect of stretching out her perfect, lean stomach and pushing her chest out provocatively at the same time. Was I going to see her tits?

"Talk to you later!" she chirped, shutting the door with her leg before I could see anything new.

Fuck. I went into my room and sat at the foot of my bed. My emotions were a serious jumble. I was horny as hell. But my euphoria was starting to wear off. In a way, I began to feel depressed that Chris had such a goddamn sultry goddess all to himself. I felt ashamed at the way she had me wrapped around her finger. I was like a puppet, drawn to stare at whatever part of her body she wanted. Made to say whatever she wanted to hear.

I clenched my teeth in frustration. Playing the little fashion show over in my mind, I felt like such a tool to her. She really likes showing off. The fucking tease. I didn't really recognize the fact that when I was jacking off to her just then, I wasn't actually thinking about her scandalous outfits nor having sex with her, but instead just the image of her coy little smile whenever she saw my erection.

III

Rachel continued to escalate her flirtations with me whenever Chris wasn't around. Of course when he was near, no scenes were to be made. But whether he was simply out of the room or out of the apartment, she always managed to turn up the heat a little with me to get me bothered. Nah, I never told Chris about it. I thought about it, but what was the point? I knew she wasn't actually trying to get with me. She just liked knowing she could. Besides, I'm sure she showed off plenty whenever she and Chris went out. Her flaunting behavior was no secret.

In any case, he went out of town one night for a concert. I was, yet again, home alone minding my own business. Naturally I wondered if Rachel would find some reason to stop by. It was already later in the evening when I found myself shaving and I actually laughed at myself when I caught my own obvious intentions. I was grooming myself in the event that she did show up. Get a hold of yourself. Sometimes I wondered if my attraction to her was getting a little out of control.

As the evening passed on, I found myself growing a little irritable. I didn't want to engage in anything worthwhile in the event that Rachel came over and interrupted me. In truth, I was probably just as irritated that she wasn't coming over to crash my night and talk to me. On this disappointment, however, I was wrong.

She did come over. Of course she didn't even bother knocking. She just strolled right on in. Upon seeing me, she greeted me with a cutely exacerbated hey as she related how obnoxious her roommate was being tonight.You wouldn't mind if I crashed in Chris's room, right? Oh, of course not, Rachel.

She was wearing a little pair of running shorts; the kind that really show off a girl's ass. On top was an exercise shirt that was pretty tight. It wasn't at all low-cut, but I could still see her curves perfectly.And it didn't come down all the way, revealing a good bit of her stomach. Ah, the casual sexy look. I had to wonder if she actually had any intention of hitting up a gym, or if she wore that just to torment me.

At first, she didn't pay me any attention. She just went into Chris's room and relaxed a bit. I figured maybe she really did just want to find an escape. I had been cleaning up the kitchen; mostly, I admit, just for the sake of making myself available in case she wanted to visit. She didn't take the bait. It was getting late and, feeling dejected, I decided to just head to my own room to zonk off for the night.

I had no sooner taken my shirt off when I heard a quick knock on my door. Without my answering, Rachel swung it open and pouted, "I can't sleep yet! You wanna have a drink or something?"

Duh! My heart leapt in my throat, forcing me to clear it before I could croak out, "Sure." I turned back to the bed to grab my shirt, but she quickly stepped in, took a hold of me, and pulled me into the kitchen with a little girl's yay!

Sitting at the kitchen table, I was already feeling a little self-conscious from being half-naked in front of her. She had grabbed a cheap bottle of wine from the fridge and was pouring us each a glass without a care. I had no idea what to talk about, so I just let her lead the conversation (as always happened).

For once she actually showed some interest in my life. She asked about old girlfriends and why I wasn't dating anybody now. Anytime I said something slightly unfortunate she would give me a sympathetic aww and give an adorable little frown. Although I felt that she was patronizing me, I couldn't help but like her attention.

As our glasses became refilled, it became obvious she loosening up a bit. She turned the conversation explicitly from the romantic to the sexual.

"You know, it's weird... Guys, they don't know what they want," she giggled, "Half the time they want an innocent little virgin..." She dragged out virgin a little bit and batted her eyes at the sky, pretending a look of virtuousness. "And the rest of the time, well, they want a naughty little slut!" She said that so sharply that it actually startled me. Her eyes were leveled right at mine too, with her mouth slightly open in that sensual I'm in heat look. I was rock hard.

I let out a little laugh, not really knowing what to say. Her teasing always had an air of innocence to it, like she never really meant anything. This was still the same way but... Still, somehow more overt than usual.

"Like, take Chris for instance," she continued. "When we... when we're having sex, he likes to talk dirty to me, you know?"

"Uh... I- I don't um..."

She laughed at me. "Oh! Of course you don't know. But I'm like, telling you now. He likes to call me dirty names and pretend to punish me for being this total promiscuous thing..."

Yeah. Pretend. Right.

"...but when we go out, he gets paranoid, you know? Like I'm actually going to be that way." She rolled her eyes and shook her head incredulously at me.

"Ah, well... I don't know much about it..." I lamely offered.

"I mean, so what if I flirt a little bit, right? It's not like he never does either. Big deal! It's not cheating!"

"Yeah, that's probably true."

She turned her attention from herself to me. "So, are you any different? Did you like your girlfriends to be naughty?"

I swallowed hard. The awkward look on my face must have been palpable.

"Come on, I told you about me..." She said it so seductively. Maybe it was her charm. Maybe it was the alcohol. But for whatever reason I actually opened up a little.

"Sure, I guess... I mean, I'm like any guy..."

"Oh!" she exclaimed with surprised joy. "Details!"

"Well, I dunno," I was getting sheepish again.

"Come on! Tell me the kinkiest thing you did with your last girlfriend!"

"Uh, well... She dressed up in a schoolgirl outfit, you know," I felt so lame, "...It was uh, popular for a while, you remember..."

Her face flushed in a huge grin; one of pure satisfaction and glee, like she just caught me in something. "Ooh! Did she pretend she was eighteen again? Or is that not naughty enough... seventeen?"

My face managed to flush an even deeper red than usual. "No... noth-nothing like that..."

"Aww!" she pouted, sticking out her lower lip. "That's what I would'a done... A tiny little plaid skirt and, what, knee-high socks, right? And I'd talk younger, I'd say, 'Sir, I'm sorry I misbehaved in class today... I'm here for my punishment'... Right? I bet that's what you'd... what guys' would like to hear."

My heart was racing in my chest. I don't think I even blinked, just watching her talk. Somehow her describing it was even hotter than my actual memory. It seemed like a full minute passed in silence as she just watched me sit there, as if waiting for a reply. I managed to mutter some kind of agreement.

"Hmm, maybe I'll do that for Chris..." She got up from her seat. I stared hungrily at her body, imagining it in a schoolgirl uniform. She traced her hands up the back of her thighs and rested them on her pert ass. With a little swat, she said, oh so quietly, "He'll definitely want to spank me..."

I couldn't believe this. Closing my eyes, I rubbed them with my thumb and forefinger, wondering why she was tormenting me like this. At least I was still sitting down; my throbbing hard-on was mostly hidden from view.

"Do all boys like that?" she piped up, drawing me out.

"Huh?" I opened my eyes.

"Spanking," she purred. "I mean, is that a popular thing?" She asked so naively, as if she wasn't perfectly aware exactly what any man liked.

"I uh, I dunno."

"Well, what about you?"

"It- it depends, I guess..."

"Oh what?"

"On the- on the girl."

"So, like your ex-girlfriend? Did you want to spank her?"

"I uh- I dunno, she wasn't really the type..."

"Ooh, tell me! What's the spanking type?"

What a fucking inquisition! I didn't know how to answer her just then. I was feeling sorely uncomfortable, that this was in no way under control. But she kept looking at me with those eyes that just convince you to keep going, despite yourself. "A... a tease!" I blurted out.

She was standing fairly near me. I think I actually managed to stun her for once. The silence was heavy as she leveled her gaze right at me. Her jaw was a little crooked as she stood there, reflecting on what I had said. Taking a step closer to me, her mouth quirked up a little bit. Now she was right next to me.

Despite my racing heartbeat, my breaths were shallow. I could feel the heat between us. She pushed forward over my chest to reach across the table, forcing me to lean back to give her room. That just encouraged her to bend unnecessarily further over to reach an empty glass. Her torso was practically horizontal now, but she kept her legs mostly straight... sticking out her ass perfectly. I couldn't help but to gawk at it.

"Hmm," she mused to herself. "So you want to spank a tease..."

She could probably feel the tent in pants across her stomach. I swear to you, my hands almost had a mind of their own right then. How bad I wanted to just run up those perfect legs and cup those tight cheeks... Once she grabbed the glass, she swiveled her body away from me, turning her ass into my lap as she turned.

The sensation got the better of me and both of my hands instinctively went to her hips. My palms tentatively rested against her shorts, my fingertips gingerly touched the skin of her legs just below the hem.

"Oh!" she let out with a little moan. "Sorry about that..." She stood straight up then, and my hands fell away to my lap. I got one last, close look at her rear before she nonchalantly skipped into the kitchen, putting away the glassware. With a little bump into the countertop, she giggled, "Whoa oh! I think that was the sauce..."

I laughed a little, realizing the situation was being diffused.

"I think I can probably check out now... Thanks for the chat!" She beamed at me, stretching her arms high, making sure I got a great view of her long, flat stomach. I nodded a no problem and waited for her to leave before I got up. She didn't.

"Are you going too?"

"Uh, yeah..."

"Well get up so I can turn the light off for us!"

There was no sense fighting it. I raised myself from the chair and tried to ignore her obvious grin as she stared at my rock-hard cock. To add insult to injury, it had sprung loose from beneath my boxers and had been rubbing against the fabric of my pants, so she could probably see little wet dots of pre-come. Satisfied, she giggled a goodnight to me and turned off the light. Before she retreated into Chris's room, she advised, "By the way, better not tell Chris about this. Wouldn't want him to get jealous that I had a drink with... another man!" She said those last words with mock dramatization and playfully rolled her eyes. I agreed and said goodnight.

IV

I usually left for work pretty early in the morning, but today I was going in late. That meant Chris would actually get out the door before me. I guess that's the setup that allowed the following event to happen.

I had only been in the shower for a few minutes. I had already washed my hair and was soaping up my abdomen and dick. I'll admit since I was in no hurry this morning, I was enjoying myself; sliding my hand back and forth and thinking about Rachel. It had only been a few days since our last little chat, but since then, I couldn't help but fantasize about her relentless teasing and imagining her begging to be spanked. Of course I had no intention of making a move on her but... Well, it was nice to think about.

So you can imagine I was a little lost in my own world. I didn't hear the bathroom door open. What I did hear, to my own mortification, was the shower curtain getting pulled back and Rachel breathing out, "Hey, I'm in a serious hurry. I'm gonna hop in, kay?"

My eyes shot open and I think my entire body hopped at the shock. There was her face, peaking around the curtain, looking straight at me with those big eyes. She had said it so matter-of-factly... how does she do that? I realised my hand was still on my soapy, hard cock and I immediately let go, which made it bounce and displayed my erection even more obviously. "Uh, I'll just- um, be thirty seconds..."

With a near-imperceptible grin, she slipped back behind the curtain, calling out, "No, don't worry about it." For a second, I assumed that meant she would wait me out, and she just wanted an excuse to catch and embarrass me in the shower. Nope. The next thing I know, the curtain is flinging open as she is hopping into the shower with me, completely nude. Holy...

Let me take this opportunity to describe that this is not your fancy shower and bathtub model. It was just one of the little ghetto stand-only shower stalls; that is to say, room for one. So you can imagine my anxiety at this situation. My first fear expressed itself, "Whoa! Uh, Chris?" For all her effort to make sure he didn't see her most blatant flirtations with me, this seemed outrageous.

"Oh, don't worry about him..." she pushed her body against mine and moved between me and the water, beginning to rinse herself down. "He left already."

My brain was going at warp speed. I think I actually heard whistling in my ears, I was so over-stimulated. Was this happening? Was I actually staring at her completely naked tits, watching the water run down her chest, over her nipples, down her stomach, between her legs... I was so nervous; maybe under different circumstances my hard-on would have died down. But at this point, it actually ached.

There was probably some faint thought in the back of my mind that told me, just get out of the shower. If it was there, it was without a doubt deafened by Rachel's naked! I gawked at her like a moron until she interrupted my trance.

"Sorry about this, I am so late!" She grabbed the soap and was lathering her tits and stomach up. Ignoring me, she stood right in the middle of the little shower so the water hit her comfortably. I was backed right up against the wall, but I was still right next to her. My dick pulsed with each heartbeat; it was literally inches from her... As she continued to soap up her front, she bit her lower lip and gave my erection a good look. "Did I... interrupt something?"

Oh Jesus. "I- uh- no! You, um..."

She let out a giggle and held down her hand with the bar of soap. She was holding it out for me, but it was resting right down at my cock, right next to it. I mean, her fucking hand was parallel to it, standing proudly at attention. "Come on! Do my back, I said I'm in a hurry!" She pushed the soap toward me and her pinky and ring fingers lightly brushed against my hard-on. With a sharp intake of breath, I grabbed the soap from her.

Rachel immediately spun around and began to rinse off her chest and arms. I stood there with the soap in hand for a moment, wondering if she actually meant what she said. As if to answer me, she shot me an annoyed glare over her shoulder. "Help me out!" As if afraid to offend her, I lathered up my hands at once and began rubbing the soap into her shoulders and upper-back.

I became completely transfixed by my own actions; delicately but firmly massaging the soap into her. I'm not sure if I was giving her such attentive treatment because I was in heaven getting to rub my hands along her back, or if I was afraid to speed things up and actually soap lower.

"Ah... That feels great but, do the whole thing!" she insisted to me.

I stopped massaging and just went to tentatively soaping up her mid-back. My hands stayed mostly in the middle of her back; I was nervous to stray somewhere that I shouldn't. But occasionally she would turn her body a little one way and my hands would slip along her sides, my fingertips nearly wrapping around to her stomach or the sides of her tits.

Next thing I knew, I was soaping up her lower back, staring at her perfect ass, so close to my throbbing cock. Suddenly, she took a big step back and began working to wash around the inside of her thighs. There was no more room, and her body was actually pressed up against mine now. My hard-on literally slipped between her legs. I grunted out a startled whoa! My soapy hands instinctively wrapped around her hips.

The feeling of her skin brushing against my cock was exhilarating. It sent a rush of blood through my body so fast that, for a second, I was light-headed. Rachel rubbed at her thighs and pussy with one of her hands. When they went between her legs, her fingers brushed up against the tip of my member and ran along the underside of it. I bit my tongue to prevent myself from moaning.

In an instant, she flipped around and was facing me. She let the water run down her shoulders and rinse off her back. I was looking right into her trademark smile: disarmingly casual yet subtly mocking. "This must look really bad, huh?" she grinned.

"Uh... h-huh?"

"If Chris saw this, he would flip! But it's not like we're fucking or anything..." She said fucking so offhandedly that it actually made sense. "You're just helping a girl out in a hurry!" she cheered.

Yeah. Sure.

"I'm glad you're so cool about this. Other guys would think this was cheating or something. People need to relax!" When she said cheating, she pushed her waist forward and looked behind her shoulder to rinse off the last bit of soap from her lower-back and ass. By doing this, she pushed my still-hard cock between her legs again, running along the outside of her pussy. I closed my eyes in agony.

She opened the shower curtain and moved to step out. Of course she leaned forward and pushed her tits against my chest, dragging her nipples against me. I felt the last bits of amazing sensation on my dick as she moved to step out of the shower, freeing me from between her legs. On her way out, she playfully traced a finger across my erection and chirped, "Thanks a lot; you can... finish up now!"

I saw one last smile as she whipped a towel off the rack and closed the shower curtain. I heard the bathroom door open and close. Paranoid as I was, I actually peeked out of the curtain to make sure she actually left. Taking a deep breath, I tried to relax a little bit, feeling bottled up tension in my shoulders. With the soap, I attempted to just go back to washing myself, but it was no use. Before I knew it, I was jerking myself off right there, fast and hard.

Imagining the feeling of my cock between her legs, I started to breathe faster. If only I was actually in that goddamn pussy of hers... But no, then she'd be cheating... The thought of it made me so desperate. I don't think I had come that much in a long, long time.

V

"Come in here!"

It was only a few days since the shower when I found myself alone with Rachel again. Chris was gone playing poker for a boys' night out. I could've gone, but I didn't. Chances are that under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have gone with him anyway. But now, I had to admit that with the near guarantee that Rachel would be crashing at our place, I had even more reason to pass on cards. She had been holed up in Chris's room for a couple hours but, sure enough, she was finally calling to me.

"What is it?" I called back.

"Just come on!"

I moved to the doorway to see what she wanted. She was standing proudly by the bed, which had towels laid over it. I bunched up my forehead and looked back at her.

"I thought, you've been so nice to me, it's time I pay my share!" she chirped. "Take off your clothes!"

Huh? I wasn't expecting that. "Sorry, what?" I shot back defensively.

"I'm gonna give you a massage! Strip to your boxers!"

I began to blush. "I uh... That's not necessary..."

"Oh please. I would've thought we'd be passed this by now... I mean, you don't have anything left to hide!" She giggled a little. I was still apprehensive. "Oh gosh, fine! If it'll make you feel better, I'll do it too." She was already tugging her shirt up and over her chest as she said that. As she threw it on the floor and began undoing her jeans, she shot me an impatient glare. "Let's go!"

So the next thing I knew, despite myself, I was stripped down to my boxers; she was down to just panties and bra. I only got a short minute to drool over her body before I found myself lying on the bed on my stomach, with Rachel sitting over my ass, straddling me with one leg to each side. She was attentively rubbing my neck, shoulders and upper-back. I'll tell ya, it felt damn good.

At first, as usual, my blood was racing from her hot body being so close to mine. Her initial touch on my back felt amazing, and I reveled in the extended contact of her skin on mine. I was thankful that I was on my stomach and she couldn't see my growing hardness. After a little while though, I actually managed to relax and calm down a bit.

We didn't talk too much. She chatted mostly on her own for a time; I would occasionally reply back with a tranquil moan. She told me she could never just give Chris a massage because he was too impatient; he would just want sex right away. But not you, you can just lie there and relax like a good boy. Sure. Wouldn't think of fucking.

After a while she gave up talking and just quietly hummed to herself. She worked my lower back, then skipped all the way down to my calves. I felt myself growing again as she worked up to my thighs. I was surprised when she actually began kneading my ass through the boxers. It felt good, and I tried to relax and not make a big deal of it. But knowing she was consciously fondling my butt was a little too much to ignore.

I'm sure she knew that.

"Okay, flip!"

I panicked. She didn't care. Her fingers were digging under my shoulders, helping to push me over. She got off of me just long enough to roll me onto my back, and then she straddled back on right above my waist. I looked helplessly up into her smiling face as she went back to her little hum and began working the front of my shoulders and chest.

There was no helping myself this time. Now I could actually see her mostly-nude form as she worked away on my skin. And my chest was way more sensitive than my back. I actually twitched and stifled little laughs when she worked into my stomach because it tickled. The sensations were too much; it shot straight between my legs and gave me a serious hard-on. I knew she could feel it behind her, tenting up rear of her seat. She didn't mention it.

After rubbing my stomach, she got off of me and moved down the bed to work on my ankles and move up my legs, as she did before. My mind was reeling, wondering if she would actually touch it. As dead-sexy as she was, I decided to simply close my eyes and try to picture some tranquil scene in order to get some control over my standing embarrassment.

Up, up she went to my thighs. The closer she got, the more I throbbed with anticipation. The redder my face got. The faster my heart beat.

"That looks uncomfortable," she pouted. My eyes popped open and I saw her gingerly undo the little button in the front of my boxers. I was completely petrified. It seemed like she didn't even have to try; my erection sprung out effortlessly, newly free from its confines and pulsing with each surge of blood. "That's better!" she proudly announced, as if to herself.

She began rubbing her fingers back into my thighs, working under the legs of my boxers. I took a huge breath and closed my eyes again, enjoying the amazing sensation in spite of my humiliation. Fuck all if I had anything to say.

"I know you're not seeing anybody right now but... Don't you ever... take care of this problem?" she tentatively asked me. God. Talk about awkward.

"Uhm... Well..." I trailed off, hoping she was already amused enough.

"Well what? Do you?"

I sighed. "Yeah..."

"Oh," she cooed softly. She was rubbing just above the base of my dick now. I was in agony. "Am... I the problem?"

I managed to open my eyes and look at her. She was staring at me, delicately biting her lower lip. She wore a look of such concern but I knew it was total bull. "Well uh... It's not everyday I have a- uh... hot, um, girl giving me a personal massage..." God, did I just say she was...

She let out a little gasp. "Oh my! You think I'm hot?"

Oh for fuck's sake. I hated this little cat and mouse game as much as I loved it. "Oh ha ha," I managed to actually be sarcastic. Having had about enough of this humiliation, I began to push myself to sit up. I was stopped in my tracks as she actually brushed her hand up against my cock as she moved it to my stomach to stop me.

"No, don't go!" she pleaded innocently. I halted. "I didn't mean to be rude... I'm flattered..."

I let her push me back down and she moved off of me in order to sit next to me. "I wish I could massage... it for you, but... That might be bad..." she pouted to me.

Just be bad! "Yeah uh... Probably not, uh- appropriate..." I stammered.

"Why don't you just do it now?"

Did she just say that? "Huh!?"

"Why not? I'm trying to help you relax... I probably shouldn't touch it but..." she put her hands on mine and moved me towards my own erection.

"Um, Rachel, I- uh..."

She cut me off, "Do you ever... think about me?" She carefully wrapped my hand around myself. Her soft fingers were still touching mine, and she gently guided me to start stroking. I helplessly allowed it to happen, completely mortified.

I gulped hard, my eyes shooting from her curious stare to her tits, to her stomach, to her hands, to my hands.

"Because, there's nothing wrong with that... I mean, if you do it anyway, then what's the difference if I'm right here or not?" she was reasoning out loud. Was this actually happening? My body was trembling from nerves and excitement. I found myself gingerly stroking myself without her encouragement.

She slid her fingers away from me and leaned back a little bit. This had the effect of stretching out her body some; I knew she was making a kind of casual pose for me. She was baring the entire length of her stomach, showing it all off.

"So... do you?"

"I uh... Y-yeah..."

Her face flushed in a big smile. "No wonder you always seem so excited!"

I groaned a little chuckle, red as a tomato, but still touching myself slowly.

"What do you... What do you think about?" She questioned innocently.

"I dunno... Just, just you I- I guess..."

"Oh... Like, my body?"

I let out a sigh as I dragged my eyes across her perfect form. "Yeah," I breathed out.

She ran her hands along her stomach and sides. "What part do you like to imagine?"

"Um, all of- everything... Your stomach, your ti- your breasts..." I was dazed at this point. I probably thought I was dreaming.

She cupped her breasts in her bra and looked down at them with a little smile. "I guess I'm not wearing this when you... do it, right?"

"Uh... I guess, n-no."

She gave a gentle smile as she undid her bra and let it drop to the bed. I let out a soft moan of surprise as I saw her tits spring free. I began to squeeze myself harder and tugged with more enthusiasm.

"Well, I want it to be an authentic experience..." she coyly informed me. Her hands were running over her breasts, her fingers occasionally tweaking her nipples lightly. "Chris wouldn't appreciate this but... Since you do this on your own anyway, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Do you?"

I blinked hard, realizing she asked me a question. "Um, yeah- er- no... You're- you're right..."

"Yeah, it's not like I'm… cheating or anything. You're just seeing for real what you fantasize about... No... big deal..." She said it so seductively, but there was a ring of innocence to her voice. I think it just made it that much hotter. I was giving myself slow, strong strokes then; focusing on squeezing the base of my dick. I knew it wouldn't be long.

"Is that how you normally do it?" she inquired sweetly.

"Uh... er, yeah..."

She breathed out so sexily, "I like it..." She was biting her lower lip again in that ultra-hot look of anticipation. I was gone.

With a quiet cry, I felt my climax surge up and out of control. The first spurt shot up and landed on my stomach. With one hand still furiously tugging myself at the base, I wrapped my other hand around the head to try and catch the streams of cum shooting out of me. My hips involuntarily thrust upwards and my eyes fluttered shut as I groaned out in orgasm.

For that short while I was in total bliss. As I began to calm down, I realised what had just happened and my face flushed back to a deep red. "Oh my god..." I groaned to myself.

"Wow! That was... nice..." Rachel exclaimed.

"Jesus Rachel I'm- ah fuck, I'm sorry..."

She actually laughed a little at me. "What! I wanted you to feel good! That's the whole point! Besides, I kinda liked it..."

I shook my head to myself, speechless.

"Do you feel better?" She cooed to me.

"Uh... yeah..."

She ran her hand through my hair and tousled it a little bit. "Good! You should probably go get cleaned up now... Chris will be home soon..."

The mention of her boyfriend caused me to jolt upright. She tried to calm my anxiety. "He just wouldn't... understand. We're just friends!" she perked, like a cheerleader. Huh. Some friend. I grunted my agreement and got up from the bed. There was cum dripping on my stomach and my hands were still clutching my cock, holding it from spilling all over. I felt so graceless. Rachel just continued to beam her aloof but knowing smile.

I treated myself to a quick shower. When I got out, I noticed she had shut the door and was back to her own thing. I was silently thankful and retreated to my own room. Fifteen minutes later, Chris came home. I pretended I was asleep, so he didn't try and tell me about the card game. It wasn't much later that I heard the familiar sounds of his and Rachel's fucking next door.

VI

The following Saturday night, I found myself alone in bed, reading a book until I was tired enough to sleep. I found myself to be increasingly restless; I was constantly thinking about Rachel and the boundaries she pushed with me. She was out with Chris that evening, so I knew with resigned jealousy that he would get all of her affection that night. I was angry at my own feelings; she was Chris's girlfriend anyway. I was getting carried away.

I don't remember what time it was when they both showed up. I heard them stumble in, stifling laughter and failing miserably at being quiet. If I had any chance of falling asleep soon, I knew it was now ruined.

Normally the couple headed straight to Chris's room. Tonight though, something was different. I heard their voices in the living room for a prolonged period and what sounded like some kind argument. I sat up and tried to listen closer. So much for privacy.

"Come on, I don't wanna wake him up... What if he comes out here...?" It was Chris's voice.

"Shh! Relax, he never comes out!" Rachel was insisting to him.

I heard a few more muffled sounds. Between quiet giggles and soft moans, I was sure they were deciding to fuck out of their room for once. Now, I promise you, this normally isn't something I would do. Let the lovers be, sure. But tonight? For whatever reason, I felt the need to try and sneak a peek. Maybe Rachel was bringing out the worst in me.

As careful as I could, I turned off my bed lamp, slowly opened my door and tried to look down the hall. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I could hear them a bit better. The little bursts of laughter seemed to have been completely replaced by rustling sounds and restrained moans. I thought about turning back, but at that moment I heard Rachel with a hoarse whisper, "It's fun when it's naughty..."

My cock jumped in my boxers as if pointing me, onward, this way! I obligingly snuck, inch by inch, down the hallway until I got to the very edge. The further I got, the more acute the sounds of their actions became. Chris was trying his best to keep his grunting silent. I rolled my eyes a little, wondering if he really thought it made that big a difference if he was outside his room. I could always hear him in there but, then again, I was spying on him this time...

With a deep breath, I peeked my head around the corner and could see the entire living room. It was fairly illuminated because the window blinds were open and the streetlights from outside poured in. Chris was sitting on the couch, the back of which was to me, with his arms spread out on the top of it. Rachel was on her knees next to him, one arm resting on the back of the couch like Chris, the other down below where I couldn't see. From her shoulder's movements, her intent expression, and Chris's composure, it was obvious she was giving him a hand job.

I watched this for maybe a minute tops, I don't know how long really, when she noticed me. Chris was still facing away from me; he had no way of knowing I was there unless he turned around. But Rachel only had to look up and notice my shadowy form standing at the end of the hallway.

For a second I panicked. I stood as still as possible, hoping against hope that she would look away. I didn't want to duck back into the hall when she was staring in my direction because then I was positive she'd know for sure. But then I saw her smile. It was a slow, devious, calculating smile. She bit her lower lip at me and cooed, "Mmm, do you like this?"

My heart leapt in my throat. Was she blowing my cover? "Uh- yeah babe," Chris answered her. I shuddered with relief.

She changed her rhythm with her working hand, which had previously looked to have been quicker strokes. Her shoulder rolled slower now. Chris groaned.

"What's the matter?" she pouted.

"Ugh, you- you slowed down..."

"I... heard some guys like long, slow strokes..." She glanced back in my direction. Did she wink? "Maybe so they can... savour the pleasure..."

Chris seemed to give a reluctant expression.

"Maybe this'll make it better..." she leaned back and effortlessly pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it carelessly away. As she undid her bra, she was looking back at me, sticking her chest out a bit so I could get a better view from my vantage point. Although I was nervous, I was almost fully hard. I began to fondle myself through my boxers.

With her tits free, she went back to working on Chris's cock. "How's that? Does that make it better?" she asked in a sweet voice. By the way she kept drawing her gaze back to me, I knew she wasn't directing the comment at Chris. This girl was something else.

This lasted for a little while when she suddenly stopped and stood up from the couch. Now I could tell she was wearing a loose, short skirt. My hard-on was at full mast as I gawked at her body. She pulled her underwear down from underneath the fabric, leaving the skirt on. As she pulled them off from her legs, she stood back up and tossed them over the couch towards me.

She giggled a little but quickly turned to look at Chris. She stood with her legs apart a little and ran her hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt up to expose her naked pussy. She let it drop back down as she continued to caress her stomach and then tits, playing with her nipples. The same way she did when I jacked off in front of her. She looked so goddamn hot; the light filtering in through the blinds painted against her skin in an exotic way that seemed to accentuate her already amazing curves. All she was wearing was that frilly skirt. Keeping it on was somehow naughtier and sexier than her being totally in the buff.

She bent over Chris and was tugging on something. I realised she was pulling his jeans all the way off. Then she climbed on top of his lap. He was still sitting back, facing away from me. By the way his head followed her body, I could only imagine the excited smile he wore. As she straddled him, he finally moved his arms off the back of the couch and felt up her perfect breasts before he slid them down to her hips.

Rachel had one hand balancing herself on the couch behind Chris's shoulder. I knew she was guiding him into her with the other hand. I could almost feel it myself as I heard Chris let out a low growl and Rachel take in a sharp gasp as she let out an ooh. I closed my eyes briefly in anguish, oh to be on that couch right now...

They found a steady rhythm and she put her other hand on the couch, using them both to help balance and steer her movements against Chris. Her face alternated between occasional smiles at Chris, her eyes closed in pleasure as she leaned her head back, and staring directly into my eyes with a look of raw lust. After a couple minutes she started talking again, catching my stare.

"I really like that you think about me..." Her voice was sultry.

Chris grunted a confused, "Huh?"

She pulled her stare from me to him. "You think about me, don't you?"

"Uh- yeah... of-of course..."

Her eyes closed again as she concentrated on riding him. "I think that's so hot... I like to imagine you masturbating to me..." She was looking intently at me again. "That's not so wrong, is it?" she asked in a pseudo-innocent voice. She bit her lower lip again at me. I was chewing on my own lip to keep quiet as I jerked off, watching.

"Ah- no, not-not wrong," he muttered, somewhat mystified.

"Oooh, good... I'm glad you don't mind. It just- ah- turns me on so much to know you can't help it... That you gotta touch yourself thinking about me..."

Maybe I should have felt guilty about this. Who was she being cruel to? To Chris because he didn't realize she was talking about me? Or to me because I wasn't the one whose cock was in her pussy? At that moment though, all I could think about was her naked torso slowly raising and lowering, her eyes piercing into mine, and her hot words making me burn with want.

"I- I love being able to see your cock," she breathed. As if following a command, I thoughtlessly pushed my boxers down and pulled out my hard-on so it was in plain view. She moaned deeply.

By now she was only giving cursory glances at Chris; mostly she was looking past him and at me. By the way his head was rolled back against the couch, I think his own eyes were shut as he reveled in his own pleasure. I could tell Rachel's breathing was beginning to pick up. Her arms began to tremble slightly as she pushed herself into him, slower now but with more intention.

"Mmm this is so hot... I want- I want you to cum for me..." she purred.

"Don't worry baby, I will," he returned.

"Ah- ah- no, not... I- I really mean it... Come for me, please!" She was staring straight at my crotch, watching me pump myself. I knew she meant me. I squeezed myself harder at the base and gave myself quicker tugs, working myself up. Although the situation was surreal, I knew I was going to be able to blow. Shit, just the way she was talking...

"Yeah! Do it, come for me! Do it!" she was panting now. Chris was mumbling that he would soon. I didn't need to wait. The thought of Rachel desperate to see me explode was just too hot. She was begging to me. I felt the familiar floating sensation rush through my entire body in that brief second that occurs before orgasm is inevitable. Then the amazing rush up my thighs, down my stomach, and between my legs as I felt the first huge stream spurt out of me.

I had one hand still pulling furiously at the base. I cupped my other hand out in front of the head, catching the creamy ropes of cum that shot out of me. I tried my best to hold it out a ways so that Rachel could see it spurt out and into my palm. As it happened, she cried out, "Oh god! Yessss! Come for me, you're so hot!" Then her entire body began to shake as she threw her head back and tried to muffle out her cries.

Holy shit. Watching her cum right then was probably the crowning achievement of my life. My own climax would have started to fade, but simply watching her shot a fresh surge of animal heat through me, and I just kept on coming into my hand. My knees actually buckled a little bit and I had to lean against the wall to keep standing.

As Rachel clutched the back of the couch and rode her orgasm, Chris finally lost control. I heard him grunt, "Finally!" and give out a staggered groan. Rachel seemed to come back to earth then and she pulled her face back down. She leveled her gaze at me as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. Her face was completely flushed and, for once, she didn't have that look of total control painted on her face with a smirk. We returned each other's look for a few moments like that. She then mouthed a silent wow to me and smiled.

I felt like a king right then. She didn't say wow. Chris didn't see that. Only I did. And was that actually a surprised smile on her face? My reverie was broken when I noticed Chris trying to push himself up from the couch. Rachel's eyes grew wide and I actually saw a glimmer of panic as she feared losing control of the situation.

She pushed him back down on the couch as she got up herself, giving him a controlling smile. With one last glance at me, she gave a slight nod toward my room. I didn't need any more encouragement; my own courage was failing me now. I tip-toed as fast as I could back into my room and silently closed the door behind me, cum still pooled in one of my hands.

VII

Sunday morning was a little awkward. The three of us ate breakfast together and I pretended like I was none-the-wiser about their late-night romp in the living room. For her part, Rachel played it completely cool as well, although she managed to sneak knowing glances at me, and it was all I could do not to crack a stupid grin back at her.

Most of the day passed by without incident until the evening, when Chris was going out to a barbeque his brother was hosting. He invited both me and Rachel along. I declined, causing him to roll his eyes and tell me I needed to get out more. Rachel claimed that she should probably get back to her place and make sure her neglected stuff was still intact. Chris shrugged.

Around five o'clock, Chris was almost out the door. He gave each of us one last chance to tag along, but we both declined. Rachel was visibly packing her things up, getting ready to return home. I wondered which of them was going to leave first; part of me actually hoped it was Rachel. I had been bustling with nervous energy all day and I wanted to actually relax.

I should have known it was not to be. No sooner had Chris left and closed the door behind him that I saw Rachel standing, hands on her hips, staring right at me. She turned her head to the door for a moment, waited a few seconds, then returned her gaze to me. "You," she broke the silence, "are a very bad boy!"

My face flushed red.

"Oh, you're not going to deny it?" She gave me an angry glare, but there was a hint of playfulness in her voice. She took a step closer.

I put up my hands in mock defense. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She took another step, her chin tilted down a little bit like she was coming to pick a fight. She got right up next to me and put her face in front of mine. I could feel her breath, she was so close. I felt my resolve giving away. "I saw you watching me..."

My heart was doing a drum solo in my chest. "I could uh- say the... the same to you..."

Her face softened a little bit. Her jaw hung open a little, leaving her with a coy open-mouthed smile. She moved her face even closer to mine; for a second I thought she was going to try and kiss me. Then she whispered, and I felt her sweet breath in my mouth as she said, "Well, I liked what I saw..."

I swallowed hard. I wanted to take a step back to make some space, but I somehow felt frozen in place. My mouth moved to try and say something, but words failed me. She smiled condescendingly for a brief second, then softened her face into one of mock-innocence. Her hand touched the side of my abdomen and traced down to my hip. She looked down at my crotch, which was now steadily growing, and without looking back up, said, "I wouldn't mind seeing it again..."

I closed my eyes and gasped a little. "You ah- what?" (Forgive my incessant eloquence.)

She gave me a shy smile which, by some means wasn't shy at all. "I've been thinking about it all day..." She moved her face up and hushed right in my ear, "Is that... wrong?"

"I uh..." I was panicking.

"I mean... It's just watching, right? That's not so bad..."

I don't care how bad it is... "No but, maybe uh- I mean..." I was having second thoughts. Call it a sudden qualm of morality. Or maybe fear that Chris would come back. Or maybe just anticipation-overload.

She cut me off, "Maybe we should relax..." She looked back into my eyes for an answer. I think I was looking at her a bit incredulously, but my resolve was broken. And she knew it. With a little giggle, she finally tucked her head away from me and took a step away. I stood there in bewilderment and she turned and gave a little pout. "Come on!" she urged, grabbing my wrist and guiding me. She was wearing a pair of loose sweats that had angel written across the ass. She paused in front of the doorway to Chris's room, then with a mischievous glint, noted, "You know, I've never even been in your room before." She continued to lead me to my own quarters.

Once in my room, I felt vaguely unsettled. I didn't really believe what was happening in the first place; and the fact that we were in the only sanctuary I had left from her made me feel particularly vulnerable. She spread her arms out wide and spun around, taking in the scenery and cooing oooh! Like a girl in Disneyland for the first time. I rolled my eyes, but she ignored me and dropped herself onto the foot of the bed, lying back with her legs hanging off the edge.

Her arms were stretched backward, over her head, which caused her shirt to ride up and expose a fair portion of her stomach. I looked longingly at the exposed skin, then blinked hard, realizing I was just standing there, staring like a moron. "So, have a seat!" she chirped. I gave a sour smile and pulled up a chair to the foot of the bed, sitting in it a little embarrassed.

"Hmm," she mused to herself happily, "So this is where you do it?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Uh- hmm?"

"When you think about me." She was still lying back, but she propped herself up a bit on her elbows so she could look at me. There was this serious look on her face that unsettled me even more than usual. I placed my hands on my jeans, trying to wipe the sweat off that was starting to form on my palms.

"I... I..."

"Oh gosh, you're so shy!" She flopped back down onto her back exaggeratedly. "I would think by now we could be frank with each other!"

My face reddened. Somehow I actually felt guilty. "Sorry," I blurted out, "It's just... I mean- a little weird..."

She let out a little sigh. "You didn't seem to mind last night..."

I gave a sheepish smile.

"I really liked watching you..." She began tracing her fingers along her exposed stomach absentmindedly. "To be honest with you," her voice was suddenly very quiet, "I was hoping you'd come out and see me..."

I started coming to life then. "You- you did?"

Her eyes were closed as she lay there. "Mm hmm," she purred. She idly pulled her shirt up a little further so it bunched up just under her breasts. Her fingers continued to run along around her abdomen. It seemed so careless, but I watched every slight movement hungrily. "I couldn't stop thinking about... about when I gave you that massage... And you... you know."

Oh SHE couldn't stop thinking about it...

"Maybe it's kind of naughty but..." She said naughty so innocuously. My eyes were glued to her fingers as one hand tentatively began probing under the elastic band of the loose sweat pants. "...I guess I just can't- can't help myself..."

My breathing was growing heavier. I was almost completely hard now. My erection was straining against my jeans, begging for release. I shifted awkwardly in my chair to try and get more comfortable, but that only had the effect of rubbing it against the fabric of my underwear, causing it to crave more attention.

She tilted her head sideways so she could see me better while still lying down. "So... can I...?" her voice trailed off.

Gulp.

She repeated, pleading a little this time. "Can I see it again?"

I looked down at my own crotch. Should I really do this? I was still hesitating when I heard her whimper please? Any thoughts of my own melted away. I slowly closed my eyes and allowed my hands to undo my belt, undo the button on my jeans, shyly pull down the zipper... I pushed a hand down my pants and grabbed my hardness, sighing a little. "Let me see it..." she appealed.

Raising my ass off of the chair slightly, I worked my jeans and boxers off my waist and pushed them down to my knees. I was nervous as hell but, well, Rachel had a way of making me do things. I was throbbing at full attention. I heard her breathe out an ahh and I opened my eyes to see her looking straight at it, delicately chewing her lower lip. My eyes scanned the rest of her body and I was amazed to see one of her hands had pushed further down her sweats. Is she touching...?

"Mm, I was... I was hoping you wouldn't go with Chris tonight..." she mused. The mention of his name made me feel guilty, but that emotion was quickly overwhelmed with lust at the thought that Rachel was craving me instead. I saw her hand move in little circles and I was thrilled to know she was playing with herself, at least a little.

"But sometimes I- I wonder if... our relationship is getting... out of hand..." Her voice quavered a little bit, but I sensed it was more excitement than fear. "We're just- mm- friends, right?"

Wanting to reassure her in any way I could, I quickly grunted yes. Her lips curled into a smile and she extended her neck a bit as a little shiver ran through her body. "Good... I'd hate to think we were doing something... wrong." The forbidden nature of her dialogue just made me hotter.

"Come over here so- so I can see better." She scooted over to the side of the bed, making room for me. I timidly stood up, clumsily as my jeans fell to my ankles. Rachel giggled, "Just kick those off..."

I obliged her, one hand still tugging at the base of my erection. I stood over the bed, looking longingly at her, my eyes spending extra time hovering between her legs. She must have sensed what I was thinking. She pulled her legs up, knees to her chest, and deftly worked her sweats off. As they fell to the floor, I realized then her panties were gone too. My blood was pumping so hard that I was trembling.

She pulled herself back further into the bed, so her head reached the pillows. She moved one hand back to her pussy, gently rubbing the top of her slit. With the other hand, she patted the empty space of bed next to her, beckoning me. I cautiously sat down beside her lying body.

"Relax with me," she soothed. I obeyed and lied down next to her.

We stayed in that position for a minute. No words passing between us as we each gently masturbated. I watched her face change between closing her eyes in contented pleasure and opening them, watching me play with myself.

"What are you thinking about?" She spoke softly, but it rang heavily in the silence.

"Uh... Just- just how it feels..."

Her face flushed in a grin. "Me too..." At first I didn't realize what she meant. "Would it be a sin if I found out?"

My stroking halted as I grasped her intention.

"I mean... Would it really be so different from a massage?" She paused. I blinked at her, unable to respond. Yes!? She continued. "It wouldn't be cheating if you didn't... you know..."

Come? Can't argue with that logic. "Uh... maybe..."

She stopped touching herself and rolled onto her side, reaching a hand towards me. She gingerly wrapped her fingers around my own hand that I was using to stimulate with and pulled it away. Then slowly, oh so fucking gently, she wrapped her hand around my hard-on. Somehow it felt so soft and light, like feathers. The delicate touch made me realize my entire body was tensed up. As she softly tightened her grip around me, my eyes rolled back and I relaxed my muscles, reveling in the sensation.

She continued to stroke me softly; enough to tease pleasure out of me but not enough to really stimulate what I needed. As hard as I tried to remain cool and relaxed, my hips would involuntarily thrust against her hand, attempting to force a certain touch. Initially she made no comment at this, but deftly loosened or moved her grip to deny me the satisfaction. Finally once, she acceded and gave me a tighter squeeze around the base of my cock as I pushed into her. A low groan escaped my lips.

"Ah ah," she admonished, as if she hadn't let it happen on purpose. "You don't want to get too excited, do you?"

I gave her a guilty, sour smile. "Sorry I- I couldn't help..."

"Hmm, you're not going to lose control, right? That would be... inappropriate." Her voice was toying. "I just wanted to touch... Anything more might be wrong..."

God she was without mercy. I took a breath and clenched my fists, trying to gain control of my body. As I relaxed my hands, she slid one of her legs closer to me, causing me to slide my palm onto her smooth skin. Immediately upon touching her, my fingers had a mind of their own; they gently traced along her knee and thigh, her legs are perfect...

She started pulling on my dick a little harder, but she did in a way that was directing me. Like she was pulling me. I rolled onto my side to face her and she resumed her caressing. Without thinking, I pulled my other arm over and rested my hand right on the back of her thigh. She made a little gasp and rewarded me with a firm rub. My hips pushed into her further and my hand ran up and cupped her ass.

"What are you doing?" she inquired coyly. I squeezed her in response. Rational thought was in low supply at this point, and I was beginning to act on instinct.

"Nothing," I grunted.

"That didn't feel like nothing..." She trailed off. Her lips remain parted as she breathed, staring into me. She moved her other hand to the head of my cock and ran her smooth palm over it, sending a jolt through my body. "Maybe we should stop..."

My eyes squinted in disapproval.

"I mean... I wouldn't want you to think that we- that this is going someplace." Her eyes sparkled with innocence but her lips were curled up just-so.

"I thought we're just- just relaxing..." I said sardonically.

She couldn't suppress a grin. "Right... I wouldn't want you to think I'm a tease or anything." She bit the tip of her tongue with a wide smile. "I know what you want to do to them..."

I just about snapped then. I felt a rush go through my entire body, making me shiver for a second. Pushing my body up close to her, Rachel was actually taken by surprise. She let go of my cock and placed a hand on my hip. "Oh!" she inhaled. She retreated slightly by rolling onto her back. "Where are you going?"

Wordlessly I ran my hand along her stomach and down her abdomen. She shyly squeezed her legs together. "Nuh uh... That would be bad..."

"No it wouldn't." I blurted under my breath. "I mean, as long as you don't..."

"Don't what?"

"Get too excited."

She let out a little scoff and shot me a dirty look, but she parted her legs. My fingers instantly slipped down to her pussy. I lightly traced them along the slit and swallowed hard as I realized how wet she was. I pushed down harder at the top of her opening and rubbed in tiny circles. She let out a shaky sigh. "Is this... is this wrong...?"

I swear every time she warned that we were doing something wrong, I got twice as hot. She wrapped a hand around my hard-on again and was pulling me as she asked. Whether she meant it or not, I stopped massaging her pussy and pulled myself completely over her. She wore a look of fear and anticipation.

My cock felt even heavier as gravity pulled it down towards her. Her legs parted more and we found ourselves in the beginning stages of the missionary position. My lust got the better of me and I pushed down, hoping to get inside of her. With her hand still wrapped around me, she stopped my advance right between her legs. The tip of my dick was rubbing against her.

"I have a boyfriend," she cooed. "Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

"I'm not trying anything," I growled.

"You wouldn't... wouldn't make me cheat, would you?" she purred with pretend remorse.

Still holding the base of my cock and pushing against me, she held me still in position. But she slowly moved her own hips up and down, allowing me to fuck her with just the very tip of my cock. She was using me to play with herself.

I just stared at her, all thoughts focusing on her subtle movements. "I guess if we don't... cum... then it isn't so bad..." She was almost whispering.

Once she loosened her grip on me, I plunged into her unceremoniously. She let out a sharp gasp from the sudden movement that filled her. I shut my eyes in exquisite pleasure. Finally! She moved her hands on my ass and steered me, guiding me to a very slow, gentle rhythm.

We enjoyed each other silently for a minute until she started purring between strokes. "I thought- mm, about this when- when you watched me..."

"Y-yeah?"

"I- ahh­- imagined it was you I was- was riding..."

I felt pressure surging between my legs and stopped thrusting to get control over myself. She kept moving though. "I mean- just for a little- ohh- a little while... It was just a- a little fantasy..."

I continued to hold myself still, clenching my fingers into the sheets. Relax, don't come, relax, don't come...

"But now... I think I'm- I'm getting... oh... out of hand..." She continued to lift her hips into me, grinding little gyrations. "I feel so, god... I- I love that you get turned on... so easily... That first day we- umm... met. F-fuck... You were so help- ah- helpless... so hard..." Her breathing was getting shallow. She was turning me on so much; I was actually trying to tune her out. I was barely even moving and it was all I could do to stop from exploding into her.

She finally called me on it. "Are you- you're not gonna... you're not gonna cum inside me, are you?"

With clenched teeth, "Shit Rachel I- god!"

I felt her pussy clenching around me. "What is it? You don't want to ejaculate in your roommate's girlfriend, do you? That would be bad. That would be cheating..." The last sentences came out in broken moans. Her legs were trembling. Was she trying to...?

"Oh- oh! I can't believe this... I- I need it... so wrong, so wrong..." She was panting to herself now. I took in a huge breath through my teeth. I felt it. It was too late now. The huge rush built up in my pelvis, behind my cock. It would last two, maybe three seconds before it all came pouring out of me. My entire body went rigid as I tried to hold it back.

"Oh fuck, Rachel, I can't- I have to- have to..." the words tumbled out in rapid succession.

My entire world went blank as she interrupted me and cried, "Ohhh, you bastard!" All thoughts went void. Her whole body quaked as her hips bucked against me. I was floating as I felt each massive jet of cum spurt into her pussy. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was dimly amazed that she was coming too. But right then, I was just having the ride of my fucking life.

VIII

When it was over, I just sort of rolled off her, panting into my pillow, completely drained. I did not register what had happened. Eventually she got up from the bed and moved to the door. I groggily watched her pull her sweats back up over those long, smooth legs of hers. She had this dazed look on her face. It was really alien to me because she always looked so completely in control.

She gave me a look and a hesitant smile. "That... That wasn't supposed to happen..."

I blinked thoughtlessly. It wasn't?

"God that was..." she hissed an intake of air and squeezed her legs together, closing her eyes. She murmured, almost to herself, "We could've had so much more fun..." When she opened her eyes, she flashed me a quirky grin and relaxed her body. "Oh well," she said resignedly. She opened and closed her palm, giving me a cute wave, then slipped out of my room. I closed my eyes from mental as well as physical exhaustion, and fell asleep.

I was so nervous walking down the hall with my friend.

To let you know, this was back in the 90s when short overalls were all the rage. And while many girls like to wear a white sports bra with it, and trust me it was hot, I always thought my tits were too small. In fact, I was told that by a few guys who saw me just wearing it.

None of them minded my friend Michelle. Her C cups were more than big enough for them, although I'm sure they would have loved to see my other friend who already had DDs and seemed to still be growing, but she never wore anything like that, so she wasn't here for today.

No, it was just Michelle and I, at her large house, walking down the hall wearing our short overalls, but with no bra or shirt at all. We were headed to our boyfriends, who were in the living room waiting for us. They just didn't know the type of surprise they were going to get.

Michelle was nice enough to let my boyfriend and I have a place to make out, since her parents worked late, and mine never did. In fact, my mom was often home before school got out, so that was always a mood killer.

I just told her I was heading over to Michelle's and conveniently left out that my boyfriend would also be there.

I was blushing a little. All we had done so far was making out in the same room. Today we talked about doing more, potentially a lot more. I was okay with it, but afraid my boyfriend would only be interested in Michelle. 

You see, Michelle was not just busty… she was experienced… and fun… and outgoing.

I was shy… the nerd… a horny nerd, sure, but I had glasses, she had tits. I blushed… a lot… she dove in… I… I wasn't sure I measured up.

"Don't worry, you know he's into you," Michelle said. "You've already done it."

"But it was dark in his backseat… now he'll be able to see… see you…"

We turned the corner, and there the two guys were, sitting on the sofa, talking sports. They didn't see us right away, but with a simple clearing of the throat, they were much more attentive.

"Oh, wow," my boyfriend said. "Really?" He sounded so excited at seeing me like this.

I smiled as I blushed some more.

"Richard," Michelle said to her boyfriend. "Isn't she amazing?"

"Breathtaking," he said.

I blushed a little more. My hands behind my back pushed my tits a little further out… what tis I had.

"Yeah, but look at Michelle…"

"Oh, I will, but you're fine as well," my friend's boyfriend said.

"Fine as hell," my boyfriend said.

"Yeah,you have to say that," I responded, "but I bet you'd rather look at her."

"I'd rather look at you, be with you, and feel you," he said, walking over to me and running his hands over my overalls. I could feel the course material against my skin. Sure, it was sexy to look at, but it didn't feel all that great, I realized.

I smiled a little as I kissed him. "Good answer."

"I would too," said Richard. "If I didn't have a girlfriend that is."

I wasn't paying attention to him, really. But as his words lingered in the air. I turned and looked at him. He wasn't making out with Michele. He was still looking at me. "You'd really want to make out with me?"

"Yeah, if I wasn't dating Michele, of course… and you weren't dating my best friend…"

"I ain't stopping you," Michele said to him.

I turned, open-mouthed in shock. Like, what the hell?

"I mean, what better way to show her that she's desired…"

"But she's still dating my best friend."

"And why wouldn't I let you? She knows you want her that way."

"What?" I was confused about what was going on.

"I'm not sure you'd believe us unless he were to make out with you… there's nothing wrong with a little harmless making out. So I won't get in your way."

I wasn't sure, but he pushed me toward Richard, and Michele pushed him toward me. I couldn't help but think it might be okay with the two of them. I was a little nervous to kiss him, but after that first one, it became easier. A second kiss, and then a third, and his hand was over my tits as he kissed me.

"Oh, that's not what she wants," I heard Michele say as I was kissing her boyfriend. 

I thought she was going to stop us, and I was enjoying myself. Instead, she undid the clasps of my overalls that kept the top up. Now my tits were on full display, and Richard wasted no time in cupping them with his hands. 

Richard was only the second guy who had touched my bare tits, and I was really enjoying it, especially as he knew just how to tweak my nipples, which caused me to moan. I wasn't expecting that electric shock as he pinched just right. Clearly, he had done this quite a bit. A part of me was hoping my boyfriend was paying attention, especially since my nipples we so sensitive.

I think Richard figured that out, as he leaned in and started to suck on them. First the one closest to him, then the other. He alternated kissing, licking, and sucking, all while putting me in heat.

I noticed that not once had he looked over at Michelle. I peeked to see if my boyfriend was focusing on Michelle. But he was leaning in, watching me even closer.

For some reason, knowing he was watching me and really enjoying it himself, I was so turned on. I never thought I was going to be an exhibitionist, but I liked it.

Richard had slid his hands down to my legs as he sucked on my tits. His hand moved under the short leg of my overalls. They were nice and baggy, which let his hand move up and tickle my cotton panties. I wasn't naked down there like Michele was, but he didn't seem to mind.

I moaned each time he brushed against my panty-covered pussy. I could tell he wanted to go past my panties, but the short legs weren't giving him that access.

"Oh, that won't do," I heard my boyfriend say, coming over to us. 

I figured he was going to put a stop to us and take over for Richard. Instead, while I was still sitting on his lap, I felt him undo the snaps on the side of my overalls, which made it easier to take off. He then stood me up, pushed my overalls down, and off me. 

I stepped out of the, expecting to now make out with my boyfriend, but he put me back in Richard's lap and walked back to the chair he had been sitting in. 

Michele went over to him and sat on his lap. I watched as she slowly ground on his lap, while her boyfriend pushed a finger into my wet pussy.

As soon as I felt him touch me, I quit caring about anything else. He felt so good as he hooked his finger inside me, and practically begged me to cum with it. I felt a second finger push inside me and I was moaning even louder.

Sure, I had already orgasmed, but I had never been so turned on in my life. I knew I would be cumming soon, and loudly.

I reached down and felt his stiff member under his pants leg. I started to stroke it, then I went for his belt buckle and pants snap.

As I pulled his zipper down and he lifted his hips to pull his pants down. 

I reached inside his boxers, and I wrapped my hand around his stiff member. He was as hard as I was wet.

And I knew how close his member was to me. I forgot I was being watched by my boyfriend and best friend. I forgot everything and just wanted that hard cock. I went from stroking it to rubbing it back and forth against my opening as Richard had pulled my panties to the side.

I so wanted him to push it in. I wanted to push it in. We both knew we shouldn't, but were so turned on, we didn't care. Consequences be damned, I was in heat, and needed that cock.

I slid his did over my pussy lips back and forth until the head of his cock was inside of me. I stopped, realizing where it was and what we were doing. He was only splashing around in the shallow end… but the whole thing was right there. No other guy besides my boyfriend had ever been there. Was I really going to cheat on my boyfriend, right in front of him?

I was thinking of sliding it out. I didn't want to, but it's what I should do? Right? Instead, with his cockhead inside my pussy, he pushed up and impaled me with his cock.

At that point, I quit caring. I moaned and kissed him as he put his hands on my tits and we worked to fuck one another with passion.

I was cumming as he kissed me, until I arched my back, breaking our kiss. At that point I couldn't muffle myself, and I came the loudest I've ever orgasmed. If I weren't so horny, I would have been embarrassed, if I wasn't so turned on by it.

I looked over at my boyfriend, and he was watching me intently, not caring that Michele, the busty goddess, was sitting on his lap with her tits right there for him to play with if he wanted. 

She had undone the straps and her tits were exposed, and she was fondling them herself as she rocked back and forth on my boyfriend's lap. I know if they had been naked, they would have also been fucking. For some reason, that turned me on even more.

Richard was thrusting furiously into me as I sat on his lap. He couldn't hold back and shot his load into my pussy. We fell into each other's arms, exhausted from cumming. Oh, that was so good.

I looked over at my boyfriend, who had stood up and was walking towards us. I hoped he wasn't too mad. We had only been with one another, and now he had just watched me go from some harmless making out to fucking his friend and letting him cum inside me.

I watched him take a step toward me, and as he did, he undid his pants and was working to step out of them. His hard cock was pointed right at me as he stripped out of his pants.

He turned me around and pushed me down onto my knees so I was facing away from him. He then pushed my head down so it was in Richard's lap. I felt him pull my panties aside and push into me with one swift thrust. 

"Oh, fuck," I moaned as he pushed all the way in. He almost never could go all the way in on the first thrust, but having been opened by Richard, I got it all. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as he bottomed out inside of me.

He was fucking me nice and hard, and I had my head in Richard;s lap, his freshly used cock was right there.

I didn't want to rest my head on it; I wanted more. I turned and opened my mouth. I took his cock in my hand and pointed it right at my mouth. He was still slightly hard and started sucking it.

I tasted my cum and his all over his cock, and it turned me on. I was sucking and sucking, with a cock in each end of me. I had tasted myself on my boyfriend before, but this was different. I was in pure heat, and I loved it.

I orgasmed again, this time with my boyfriend. It didn't take long for either of us, and who could blame us. The whole thing was so hot. I had to release Richard's cock from my mouth so I could cry out in pleasure and keep from biting down on it, but he didn't seem to mind.

Michele jumped in and pulled him to the sofa where she lay down. She had him mount her, and he fucked her with his now hard cock, and she was able to get off as he was for a second time.

He looked very excited to have fucked two girls in just a few minutes. I know I was enjoying having been with two guys in that short amount of time. The question was, was it now time to pay the piper?

We all paused and looked at one another. There could have been yelling and arguing, but instead we all shared an uncomfortable laugh.

"Well, that just happened," Michele finally said. "I'm OK with it… but we should set some ground rules if we want to do that again."

We all nodded, but didn't want to get too much into it that way. For now, it was just anything goes.

Michele looked at me. We were best friends who told each other everything… well, almost everything. "So, how did you enjoy your second cock?"

Michele had been with half a dozen guys before, and with even more if you only counted making out to second or third base, which she had done plenty before she started having sex. 

I on the other hand, had only allowed guys access to the clothes, and my boyfriend was my first, and I was his first. It made things a little awkward as we learned together.

"It was fun," I said, smiling a little embarrassed. Richard had been better at making out, but I liked my boyfriend more for the actual fucking.

Michele was still lying down with Richard on top of her when my boyfriend stood. She hadn't seen him… or his thing… yet, and now she did. I watched as her mouth fell open and closed quickly, so as not to upset Richard. But I saw what she saw, and clearly she was impressed.

"I have to say, I'm still really turned on. I'd be willing to do almost anything," I said.

"Even that thing I want…"

I blushed and nodded. "Fuck me that good, and I'd let you."

"So you might get her ass," Michele teased.

I blushed at that as I shook my head. "We already do that."

Her mouth fell open. "You let him… fuck your ass… with that."

I nodded.

"Damn slut… I won't let this guy near my ass."

"It's actually pretty fun once you get used to it," I said confidently, knowing I did something she couldn't or wouldn't do.

"So, what is it that he wants?"

I moaned a little as he started fingering me again. "He wants to cover me… well,... my face… with his spunk."

"You two are little freaks…" Michele said, a bit surprised.

Richard just high fived my boyfriend, impressed that he was so lucky with me.

I moaned a little again as my boyfriend hit the right spot. "Oh yeah, right there," I said, almost in a moan again.

"That's it. Give it to her. Make her beg for your cum on her face," Michele teased, egging him on. I think she wanted to see if I would actually do it.

I closed my eyes as my boyfriend hit a special little spot on me. Oh, it felt so good. I really wanted him to fuck me, but he wasn't quite ready yet… and poor Richard. Well, he'd emptied his balls twice already, and so he was going to take a little longer. However, I knew something about him.

"Show me what Michelle says you do so well."

"What?" he said, a little confused.

"You know," I gave him a little head tilt, as if that was supposed to make him magically understand.

Michele held her fingers up to her mouth, in the form of a V, then stuck her tongue between them, acting like she was licking like crazy.

"Come on.. In front of them?"

She just stared at him until he gave in. I watched as he dove between her legs and started to lick her pussy. Fuck, that looked hot.

I was sitting beside my boyfriend and I reached over and stroked his cock while we watched the little show in front of us. Michele was now staring at my man's cock. She licked her lips, signaling how much she liked what she saw.

I didn't act possessive; instead, if anything, it turned me on knowing I had something she wanted.

He kept diddling me with his fingers as I stroked him. I realized we were putting on a show for her, as her boyfriend was putting on a show for us. The only question is who would cum first?

Well, that was easy. It was Michele, and then me. We both have gotten to where we can cum multiple times fairly easily, which is a huge turn-on for the boys.

As my orgasm faded away, I was left holding a thick, hard cock in my hand, and knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. I looked at Richard, who had gotten up, and his own hard cock was pointing at Michele.

Michele got on the floor and turned, kneeling by the sofa. She reached back to let Richard fuck her again. I was sitting on the sofa near her, and let my boyfriend fuck me as I pulled my legs up, allowing him access to my pussy.

Both guys lasted longer than the last times as they had emptied themselves recently, which gave me two orgasms, and Michele another. I was starting to lose count of how many orgasms I had. I just wasn't in heat at this point; I was cum-drunk, if there ever was such a thing.

"Oh, yes, fuck me. Fuck me like that," I said to my boyfriend.

He told me he couldn't hold out much longer, and I told him to cover my face. I practically begged him.

He pulled out so quickly ,and standing in front of me, wanked on his dick, while pointing it right at my face, he shot his load.

"More, more," I begged him, but there was only so much left. "No…" I whined. "I want more."

"Do it," Michele told Richard. "Give her more cum."

Richard was close to cumming, and he got up and took my boyfriend's face. I looked through my glasses and got another blast of cum.

I smiled, groping my own tits, and he grunted and shot his load all over my face.

My cute, innocent round face had two loads of cum on it. It was a little hard to see through my glasses, but I managed. I got up and walked to the mirror on the wall in their hallway, and saw my slutty self and smiled.

"Oh, I'm definitely going to have to clean up before I go home. My parents would kill me… but it was so worth it," I said.

Everyone was naked and smiling as they watched me proudly walk over to them, covered in their cum.

Richard heard something and went for his phone. I saw he had several missed texts and a missed call. He looked panicked, saying he had to run, something about his family. He kissed Michele goodbye, threw on his clothes, kissed her again while feeling up her tits, and ran off.

"You're right, you do need to wash up. Maybe we should all jump in the shower," she suggested.

My boyfriend looked at her.

"She's got a huge shower. I'm sure she could fit a half-dozen people in there if she wanted," I teased.

"Well, right now, I'm only offering it to help you out… so don't go getting any ideas, you little slut," she teased.

I just stuck my tongue out at her and moved to the bathroom. We didn't even bother to grab our clothes.

She turned on the water as I went looking for a washcloth. I was a little surprised that she stepped into the shower with me, but I wasn't going to stop her either.

She helped me wash my face better, and then the rest of my body. Some of the cum had dripped, and she was helping me get it all, while using it as an excuse to run her hands over my body.

"Do you know how lucky you are? I can't believe he was your first. It must have hurt, right? And then… to take it up your ass?" Her questions kept coming, and I didn't have a chance to answer them.

"What do you mean?" I said, finally, as she took a breath. "He's just an average guy, right?"

Her hands stopped. They were resting on top of my tits where she was helping me clean the cum from me. "I know you've not been with as many guys as I have… just two now that you've been with Richard. But couldn't you tell the difference with him? Richard is normal… your man's not so much."

I knew Richard's dick felt a little smaller, but I wasn't really focusing on it. In fact, I hadn't really seen Richard's dick. I was sitting on it the first time, and then when I sucked on it, I was focusing more on getting fucked from my boyfriend… even when he came all over my face, I didn't see as his hand was covering large parts of his dick.

"Are you asking if you can fuck my boyfriend?"

"What now?" I heard my boyfriend say. 

I turned and looked at him, and blushed even more. Michele's hands were still on my tits.

"I think everyone wants a piece of you today," he said to us. "I told you that your tits were a perfect size."

It was Michele's turn to blush and try to hide herself, not that there was any place to go.

"You didn't answer my question," I said to my friend.

"If he weren't your boyfriend, I'd be jumping into his arms right now," she said honestly.

"Do I get a say in this?"

"No," Michele and I answered together.

My boyfriend stepped into the oversized shower and kissed me.

I looked into his eyes. "Would you want to have sex with her? I mean, I fucked Richard."

"This isn't a tit-for-tat situation," he said. "I don't have to have sex with your friend just because you had sex with mine."

"That's not what I'm asking… or offering."

"So, what are you offering?"

"You can fuck my friend, but only if you do it here, in front of me," I told him.

"Really?" Michele said, more surprised than upset.

"Really. At least I assume you want to."

She nodded her head.

I thought back to all those times we practiced kissing together… and even the few times we felt each other up, even if it was just over our shirts, as I watched my boyfriend step behind her and push her forward a little. She was so close to me.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her as my boyfriend pushed into her.

"Oh, she's so tight," he said. "Like you were at first."

"You like?"

"I like," he said, leaning forward to kiss me as he fucked my friend right in front of me.

That pushed Michele lower, and my tits were right at her face level. She latched onto one of my nipples and sucked on it. 

I let out a small moan and slid my hands down between my legs. I clearly wasn't a lady today, so why not masturbate in front of my friend and boyfriend as they fuck in front of me. I found it a real turn-on.

He was taking his time, enjoying his second pussy, when I heard the door open. 

"You can't just leave your clothes… oh shit," the new voice said. 

It was Michele's mother, and while she was cool with Michele enjoying herself and her boyfriend, I think catching her having a threesome was a little unexpected, especially since her boyfriend wasn't there.

My boyfriend kept fucking her while we all looked at her mom.

"Really? Your boyfriend isn't available so you hook up with your best friend and her boyfriend…"

My boyfriend realized he was still fucking Michele and pulled out and turned toward her mom. He didn't make any move to cover up.

I watched as Amber, as she had told me to call her for years now, looked at him. Her mouth dropped. "Holy shit," she said, looking at his member. She stared for what seemed like several minutes, although I'm sure it was just a few seconds. "Just… just pick up your shit," she said before storming off.

"Should we stop?"

"Fuck no," Michele said. "Not the first time she's walked in on me, probably won't be the last, and I need to cum."

I laughed at that a little. "Then we should be really naughty, since she thinks we are anyway," I teased.

My boyfriend started fucking Michele again, this time a little harder and faster. I think it turned him on getting caught like that.

I pushed Michele a little lower. I was curious if she was as willing as I was to try new things, and soon I felt her licking my pussy as my boyfriend pounded her from behind in the shower. 

I walked in to get clean, and instead got so dirty, and I liked it.

As my boyfriend emptied his balls into my friend, I lifted her up and kissed her on the lips, tasting myself on her tongue as I diddled her clit. My boyfriend kept fucking her until he couldn't anymore.

I looked her in the eyes. "Tell me you don't want to do that again?"

"I'd be lying," she said.

I started the story of how my mother and I started down the road to a incestious relationship. This is what happened the next day.

Sunday morning mom woke me up and told me she was going to run some errands and that I needed to get my chores done. No hint of the playfulness from the day before my was just mom. So I got up and went to do as I was told to. Remembering all the pleasure from the day before as I started doing laundry. I then came across the multiple pairs of panties and bras. I lifted them to my nose and then put them in my mouth and a little of the heaven from the day before came back. Mom walked in the back door saw me and smiled. She said hurry up and help me get the car unloaded. So I pulled the panties from my mouth and loaded the machine started it and went out to the car. I carried a load in and didn’t see mom. But put my load down and went to get the rest. I carried the rest of the bags into the house.

Mom yelled from her room saying for me to put the groceries away and she will be out shortly to help. I was just finishing when mom came back out with wet hair and her robe on. She said sorry I just felt dirty need to hop in the shower. I smiled and told her no problem. Her sultry smile came over her face. She then pulled her sash and let the robe drop off her body. Underneath was a satin corset bodysuit with garters and stockings. I had to grab the counter to stop myself from collapsing to the ground. Mom smiled turned showing her gorgeous big satin ass to me and said you coming. I followed eyes glued to that ass. We entered her room she told me to strip. I did as I was told she handed me a pair of satin panties. As I put them on mom said do you want to try something new. I nodded.

Mom stuck her hand out to me pulling me against her and kissed me deeply. She backed up to the bed. She leaned against it and spread her legs pulling me between them. I felt our crotches meet up. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. I was eye with her crotch. She grabbed my head and pushed my face right into her crotch. She ground her crotch on my face the smell was unbelievable. I stuck my tongue out and started licking after a little while her crotch was getting wet. The smell and taste was driving me crazy. Then all the sudden her crotch got really wet and she started shuttering and shaking. All the time moaning for me to keep eating her pussy. She relaxed shortly later and pulled me up and kissed me deep and hard.

When she broke the kiss she said I really needed that. She then said how do you want me. I said I like watching you when I can see your um. She cupped her tits and said you like your mommies tits. I nodded and said but I like when you bend over to. She moved to get up so I stepped back. She stood up reached out grabbing my throbbing panty covered dick. She let me go and turned around leaned over. She reached back between her legs grabbing my dick again she pulled me forward. I grabbed her hips as she positions me. We both start thrusting and grinding. We got into a good rythum and very shortly I feel that pleasure building. Just when I am about to go over the edge she says stop. I stop and she stood up. She dropped to her knees and sucked my panty covered dick into her mouth. I grunted and thrusted forward mom’s mouth engulfs me completely. I start to orgasm and she keeps sucking my panty covered dick.

She gentlely squeezed my still hard dick saying good boy get on the bed mommy wants to ride you. I hurriedly got on the bed and she crawled up straddled me and started to grind away. Driving both of us to multiple orgasms. Some time during our frantic grinding and moving her tits had come out of the corset and where swing. She leaned back and squeezed her nipples and moaned and another gush of fluid hit our soaked satin dividers. When we both finally claimed down she leaned down squish her bare breast against my chest and kissed me deeply. She sat back and said that was a lot of fun. Why don’t you go get showered and we can go do something outside today. I nodded not wanting to leave where I was. She got off me and I got up. She called to me and tossed another pair of panties to me saying wear these under your clothes. I headed up to shower and get dressed.

I of course was done sooner than mom. Her door was open but the shower was off so I asked if she wanted me to get the dirties before entering her room. She said yes come on it and get them. She was in front of the mirror just in matching satin bra and panties. She looked at me because I was just standing there starring. She smiled and asked is there something you like I told her she was so beautiful and sex. She smiled said thank you. About ten minutes later we went out had late lunch and did some shopping. She sent me to pick out a new pair of tennis shoes while she picked up some other things for her and my sister. When we finished mom asked if I wanted dinner and I nodded yes. We grabbed a burger at a local place and then headed home.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked my friend, knowing she would.

“Yes, damn it. Get me laid.”

Her husband had just agreed to her becoming a hotwife, with the possibility of them having an open relationship, and since she knew my husband and I have been swingers, she wanted me to show her the ropes.

My friend is stunning, and I knew she’d have no problem, even wearing the wedding and engagement ring she had (they could not be missed - trust me). In fact, some guys look for that. But I still feel that throwing someone in the deep end is the best way, so I agreed.

“Come on over early. I’ll help you get ready, and set you up to succeed your first time out,” I told her.

She came over around 5:30, and I had a glass of wine waiting for her, and handed it to her when she walked in.

“I don’t need that. I’m ready.”

“Tonight, you’re doing everything I tell you. Trust me, you’ll want this. So drink,” I ordered her.

She drank her first glass while I gave her the once over. She wore a cute, frilly little dress. Her 38DDs pressed against the thin material, and would be sure to draw the attention of every straight guy, and most of the women, I’m sure.

The dress went barely halfway down her long thighs, and moved easily for dancing... or more, as that was what I had planned for tonight.

As she handed me back an empty glass, I told her we had some minor things to do.

I got her another glass and then took her back to my bedroom.

My husband was there, watching TV when we came in. I had told him about tonight, so he made sure to put something appropriate on. I wasn’t sure what until I walked in and saw it.

My friend saw the screen and quickly downed her drink. I think it surprised her to see me on the screen, all 60" of it. I was completely naked and had two naked guys with me. One had his cock in my mouth, and another was buried balls deep in my pussy, all the while my husband filmed me.

“Is this the fun you’re looking for?”

She was in shock, but still nodded her head.

“Good, then lose the panties,” I ordered her, with my hand held out.

She hesitated.

“Now!” I sounded like a drill instructor, I’m sure.

She reached under her dress and pulled her bikini briefs off and handed them to me. I tossed them to my husband, to lifted them to his face and sniffed.

She just watched.

“How horny is she?”

“I’m hornier. Can I help get her ready?”

“Not yet,” I told him.

My friend swallowed hard. Especially when I ordered her to remove her bra.

She did so right away, but was now mostly topless in front of me and my husband, while I screamed on the TV, begging the guys to fuck me harder.

I noticed her nipples were standing out nice and straight, and turned her to my husband so he could see.

“Nice...”

She blushed a bit, but still didn’t fix her top, even though I wasn’t telling her not to.

I checked her pussy, and she have gotten it waxed. It felt silky smooth, which I knew everyone would love.

“Ready to go to the bar?”

She had to be asked twice to shake her out of her stupor. Once she realized it, she fixed her top.

My husband pulled his cock out of his pants and started to stroke it in front of us.

“Come on. Let’s find someone who will use it on us,” I told my friend.

“I’ll use it on you two,” he called out after us.

I had to head out as the rideshare was here. I was planning on us both being drunk, and needed to get us there and back safely.

“Is your husband really going to jack off?” She asked as we were getting in the car.

“After seeing your titties, and watching me on the screen being banged like that... what do you think?”

She just laughed.

I noticed the driver was paying close attention to us. I looked over, and could see he was already horny himself. I loved having that effect on people.

“What’s this bar we’re going to?” She asked after a little bit.

“It’s a special little place I like to go sometimes. What’s better, as long as you’re descrete, the bartender doesn’t care what you do, given a few rules.”

“Like what?”

“You got to keep drinking, and tip him well... and you got to blow him when you’re done.”

My friend was shocked that there was a place like that. So was our driver. He mentioned he might have to visit with his girlfriend. He always enjoyed screwing in public.

“Well, I like to fuck,” I told him, emphasizing the FUCK part. “And I don’t think he wants a blowjob from a guy. He really likes the ladies, if you know what I mean.”

He laughed and said he might enjoy watching his girlfriend suck off another dude... if he only knew.

I got up to the bar, and my bartender friend had my order ready for me. I guess I’m a regular.

My friend was just looking at him. He was not what she was expecting.

“Can you get a drink for my friend here? It’s her first night out, if you know what I mean.”

My bartender got my friend something a bit stronger than the wine I had served her. She downed her shot as he walked around the bar.

“Well, I need to see what she’s got,” he said in his deep, husky voice.

She looked up, up, and further up at him. My friend was tall, but the bartender was 6’6" and 235 pounds of pure muscle. His ebony skin was the real shocker I think for her.

As he walked around to look at her, she did a little nervous twirl. Pointed forward again, I lifted her skirt and showed off her smooth pussy to him.

She laughed in nervousness, but I could see her nipples hardening again.

“Maybe I should go first?”

“I thought you went last,” my friend told him.

“No reason I can’t do both. Especially for a fine woman like yourself.”

She swallowed hard and looked at me. I just nodded my head.

“OK,” she said timidly.

She thought there’d be some room in the back, but he undid his pants right there in front of everyone. His massive snake rolled out in front of her, and her mouth just fell open.

“Looks like she knows what to do,” he said, laughing.

She reached out to touch it, and recoiled back, before going out and grabbing it. She held that black monster in her hand, and I whispered in her ear. “You should try to suck on it.”

She did, and everyone around watched her work. She sucked as much as she could, but she wasn’t used to taking something that large. Most people weren’t.

He placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her up. “That’s good, baby doll,” he said, before going in for a kiss. As he kissed her, he fingered her pussy, seeing how wet she was.

He moved in and replaced his fingers with his cock, and my friend's eyes went wide.

“How you like a cock that’s not you husband’s,” I asked her as he was sliding deeper and deeper.

“Oh, fuck...”

The whole bar laughed as she took her first black cock... her first hotwife cock. They were all watching, and she was keenly aware of this now. But my bartender friend didn’t let up.

I reached over and pulled out one of her tits, pinching her nipple as she was getting fucked. Everyone seemed to like that as well, especially as my friend started to cum in front of them all.

The bartender leaned in and kissed her while groping her tits. As he did, you could see his balls lift and tighten as they emptied themselves into her wet pussy.

As he slid out, I leaned over and sucked the last couple of drops of cum from his cock. I got to taste my friend’s cum as well, and it was delicious.

I licked my lips to the thill of the crowd.

The bartender walked back around the bar and poured us another pair of drinks, this time on the house.

We downed them, and another guy came up to my friend. “Are you looking for some more fun?”

She looked at me. “I thought I was just going to find one...”

“Look around,” I told her.

As she did, she noticed something. Almost everyone here was a guy. “I invited some of my friends to come over,” I told her. “They’re all here to welcome you into the lifestyle.”

“And the girls?”

“How into this are you willing to go?”

She downed another drink. “I guess we’ll just have to see.”

With that, she lifted her dress for the guy in front of her, and I lifted my skirt for the guy who came over to me. We both got plowed side by side by two different guys.

All night, she took one cock after another. She wasn’t ready for a threesome yet, and she watched me with one of the girls, while bent over the pool table, while some guy sunk his cock into her pocket.

She loved all the attention she got.

Tired and worn out, she went to close out her tab. She did so on her knees, sucking that black cock from earlier.

She swallowed his load like a pro and wondered how she’d tell her husband about it.

“Oh, that’s easy,” I told her.

He walked out from around the corner, holding a disk.

She was shocked.

“He wanted to watch you, so we let him. This place has cameras that record to a DVD, and he’s got the only copy. But you can watch yourself as much as you like.”

She was shocked.

“I think I’m too tired to do anything with him,” she admitted to me.

“Can I do something?”

“What?”

“Well, he let you fuck how many guys? Don’t you think it’s fair for him to get some pussy?”

She thought about it for a second and then agreed.

Her husband had been worked up, but I’m thinking he must have jacked off, as it took a little while for him to cum. My friend was right there beside him, watching him fuck my used pussy.

It was even hotter watching as she kissed him while he finally blew his load inside of me.

I guess they’re both ready for this, and I’m glad I was there to help them along the way.

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I got hired on to the new sex-ed assistant! Today is my first day, although I'm not entirely certain what it will all entail. The school is a college campus which is somewhat bizarre. Apparently in this town they teach regular sex-ed in high school and more advanced class in college.

Well whatever, the pay is good and everybody at the campus is pretty friendly. I arrived a little early and made my way to the classroom where I found the professor already sitting at his desk. He was a tall man with a slender frame, dark hair and dark glasses.

He looked me up and down, his eyebrow raised up "ah so your the new assistant. Hmmm well you look like you'll do well." I beamed with pride and excitement at his words. "Thank you sir! I promise I won't disappoint" I proudly proclaimed with the chest puffed out in pride.

"Remember these two rules though, do not speak unless told to do so. You may make whatever other sound you please though. And do exactly as your told, no questions, no hesitation, no resistance. Understood?"

Those seemed like oddly specific rules...

"Yessir" I responded still feeling confident. I mean those rules should be easy enough to follow, if a bit bizarre. I stood to the side, waiting for class to begin. After a few minutes the students all started walking on it. They all said hello to me, smiling and waving very politely.

I noticed all the students were male, and they would look me up and down, eyes wide with excitement. Seems they are eager to learn, well that's a good thing!

"Ok settle in" the professor stood up and walked to the front of the class as everyone put their bags down. "We have hired this lovely young woman to assist with our lessons for the semester. A few rules you will need to follow. You are to do as you are told, no improvising. When lectures are not in session you are to remain respectful at all times. During lectures... Well you'll learn what you need to know eventually."

Seems the professor is pretty big on strange on out there rules, but hey whatever works I guess. "Ok, now go ahead and unbutton your shirt" the professor said as he turned to face me directly.

I blinked in confusion for a moment. He wants me to unbutton my top? Why? He furrowed his brow and I quickly remembered his two rules. Right, well I guess I should get started!

I smiled warmly and unbuttoned my entire top. I didn't go too slowly, not wanting to anger the professor, but I also didn't go too quickly, as I didn't want to seem to eager either.

All of the students were grinning as I completed my task. I left my shirt on, though everybody could see my figure underneath, with my exposed stomach and bra.

"Now your bra" the professor spoke in a calm easy tone. I felt my cheeks flush a little red at his words. I did my job though and complied, unclipping my bra and taking it off. I set it down on his desk and then walked back to the front of the class.

All the boys were staring directly at my exposed chest. I felt like perhaps I should cover my breasts with my hands, but something told me the professor would not approve. Even with everybody at their desks I could tell all the boys had an erection.

"Good girl" the professor said and I smiled a little more.

I could see several students aggressively taking notes. Well at least they were focused in on whatever today's lesson would be. "Today you will be learning how to properly dominate and throat a woman" the professor said and my eyes went wide.

Wait... WHAT!?

"Do we have any volunteers?" Immediately everybody's hands went straight up. The professor looked around the room "hmm, you in the red shirt. Come on up" he commanded and a student in a dark red shirt came forward. The student looked to be about 19 years old and was my height with sandy brown hair and dark eyes.

The professor had us stand face to face, our sides facing the class. "Firstly get yourself ready" he instructed the student "oh and you can take off that shirt" he spoke to me like it was an after-thought.

I let my shirt drop to the ground while the student undid his pants and took out his cock. The professor walked around to my side and grabbed a bundle of my hair in a fist. "Your going to grab you just like this, and force her onto her knees, understood?"

The student was grinning so wide I worried he might split his face open. But he agreed with the instructions and the professor let me go. "Go ahead" he spoke.

Immediately the student grabbed my head and yanked me down, forcing me onto my knees. I yelped as I was brought down, my face now level with his cock. "Good girl" the student chuckled through his words.

I couldn't help myself and giggled a little in response.

"Now, your going to force your cock all the way down her throat. Do not stop until there is nothing left to give her. No matter how much she struggles, no matter what noises she makes. She'll take it."

I blushed and looked up at the student, his cock resting on my face. I told him the truth with my eyes, I would take it, he didn't need to hold back.

He held my head firmly and rammed his cock down my throat. He quickly pushed all the way down until I was gagging and moaning.

"Hold her down longer, don't let her get away" the professor continued. The student held me in a firm grip, his cock pressed against the walls of my throat as I started to feel the saliva running down the sides of my mouth.

"Good, now bring her forward a little, so her hands are on the ground" the professor continued with his instructions. The student moved back, but held my head and moved me with him. I let my hands move in front of me, placing them on the ground to keep myself steady.

I could feel the weight of my boobs hanging down as my mind started getting hazy. "Now pull all the way back out, let her breath." The student pulled away and I let out a loud gasp of air, followed by a long broken moan.

"See how she reacts? This is a good sign you are progressing correctly. But you are not done with her yet. This time you are going to push in as deep as you can go, then pull back three quarters of the way, go back down and continue in that pattern. The goal is to do it quickly, but even more importantly, whatever speed you go at, you must maintain. You may begin when you are ready, careful she doesn't climb down from her state of mind though."

The student eagerly rammed his cock back down my throat, pulled out and rammed it back in all in rapid succession. As instructed he continued to aggressively deepthroat me.

"As you can see this is an effective method for breaking her down, you can hear her mind fading away as you dominate her" the professor spoke, though his words sounded far away this time.

He continued on with his lecture but his words continued to fade until I could barely even process them at all. I was gagging loudly, moaning with every thrust as the student ravaged my throat. He continued on with no care at all for my well being, simply using my throat as he'd been instructed to do.

I could feel myself getting soaking wet, my juices leaking out of me as the tears began to roll down my face. At one point I felt the professor grip one of my boobs as he continued his lesson. I didn't even have the mental capacity to wonder what he was going on about. I simply stayed there in place, getting used while they all watched on.

"Professor! I can't hold it back anymore" I heard the student grunt out the words. "Bury yourself into her throat and release your load."

As instructed the student pushed his cock all the way down my throat, and began to pump his cum down it. I loudly gulped down load after load as he fed me his cum. Once he was done he slowly pulled out of me with a groan of pleasure.

I leaned forward, panting loudly and moaning like a total slut. "As you can hear, she's useless at this point as anything more than a doll to be fucked at your leisure." The professor cupped my chin and held my head up, turning it to face the class.

"This is what a broken whore looks like, this will be your goal moving forward." The professor let me go and I went back to panting and moaning. "We shall continue with today's lecture, but her part is over. If anyone wishes to practice however, feel free to come up and do so one at a time."

Suddenly I felt another strong grip on my hair, yanking my head as another cock got rammed down my throat.

Over and over they continued on. I lost all track of time as they throat fucked me over and over and over again and again.

Once class was over they all headed out and I finally collapsed on the ground, panting and moaning, unable to properly formulate words.

The professor cupped my chin and forced me to look up at him. "You did well today. Perhaps tomorrow they'll mount you instead. Regardless, next time come ready to lose all of your clothes. You won't be needing them for the majority of the semester."

It started with a bet. I was playing poker with some friends, and well, I had a pretty good hand, and I was good at hiding it. My friend thought for sure he was going to win, but we were both out of money.

"Fine," I said. "You're always talking about how great Mira is as giving head. If I win, I want a blowjob from her."

"But what if I win?" Javier asked. "I know. You'll go down on her, here, in front of everyone."

"Only if she sucks my cock in front of everyone," I countered.

Mira, in the meantime, was trying to figure out what was going on. "Don't I get a say in this?" she demanded. Javier showed her his cards, and she agreed. "About time someone goes down on me, for all the times I go down on you," she said.

A couple of other girls that were there murmured to one another.

As Javier laid down his cards, he was sure he had won. Three nines and two Kings will beat most hands. But I had better, and when I threw the four Queens down, Mira said that the bet wasn't hers, but everyone saw her agree upon seeing her boyfriend's cards.

I was already shirtless, so I moved over to the sofa, so everyone could watch. I pulled off my pants, and I swear you could hear a pin drop. Even the guys were impressed. Let's just say I'm better hung than most guys.

I went ahead and went fully naked. My cock was mostly hard, and the girls all stared. Even if they were sitting on the lap of their boyfriends.

Mira was initially pissed, but she soon changed her mind. That made Javier pissed. Not only was he going to be watching his girlfriend give head, it was going to be a cock much bigger than his, and his girlfriend was going to enjoy it.

She knew she'd never be able to take it all, but she made a good effort to kiss, lick, and suck as much of my cock as she could. And she did a great job fucking the head of my cock with her mouth.

I'd periodically reach over and grab her cute little ass, and she never said word one about it. She was in love with my cock, and everyone there knew it.

I pulled her hair back, making sure everyone could see her sucking my cock, especially her loser boyfriend.

She sucked and sucked until I was about to cum. I warned her, and as she looked at her boyfriend she told him, "this is all because you lost you bastard," and then I came all over her cheek. I watched as cum ran down her face. She looked like such a slut, but so sexy at the same time.

"I need to clean up now," she said, as she got up to wash her face of my cum.

I smiled as I pulled my pants up. Even deflated, I knew I was larger than most of the guys here, or anywhere, for that matter.

The card game ended, and everyone went home.

Around 9:30 that night, I heard a knock on my door. There was Mira.

"I was hoping I'd see you again," I told her. I knew what she was there for.

"Shut up," she ordered me as she pushed past me to get inside. "I... well, I think you know why I'm here."

I smiled. I did. But I love to hear them say it. "Why?"

"Shut up and just fuck me already."

I took her back to my bedroom, and we went straight to my bed. I pulled off her clothes and then stripped myself. She licked her lips at seeing my cock.

"Want to suck it again?"

"No, I want to fuck it you, idiot."

I smiled. I knew that's what she wanted.

I fingered her. I knew a girl had to be wet to take me. Especially the first time, and she was definitely wet.

As I pushed into her, I asked, "Have you been horny since you saw my cock?"

"Yes," she said through gritted teeth.

I always opened the girls wider than they normally went. And while they loved it, it wasn't always easy for them.

"Javier wanted to fuck me as soon as we got back to his place," she said, as I pushed deeper and deeper into her.

"Did you?"

"Just to shut him up," she admitted.

"Probably a good thing. Helps open you up a little."

"Not much, trust me."

"I can tell, damn you're tight. He must have a tiny dick."

She laughed at that as I fucked her cheating pussy. She loved my cock and moaned as we fucked. As I touched parts of her that she never had touched before, she started to cum all over my cock.

I pulled out and shot my load all over her stomach and tits.

She looked down at the mess. "Looks like I need to clean up again," she said, as she got out of my bed. She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. "You going to join me?"

"If I do, you know you're going to get fucked again. Right?"

"That's why I'm inviting you in," she said with a smile.

I joined her in the shower, and we rubbed all over one another. As I fingered her, she came a second time, and she came again as I bent her over the counter as we got out of the shower.

"You're fucking huge," she said as I pushed into her from behind.

This time I emptied myself insider of her. It's what she wanted.

I turned her around and kissed her as cum leaked down her leg. "When will I see you again?"

She didn't know. But periodically, she stops by for some action from the python, as she called it.

Each of the girls who watched that first blowjob came to see me at some later time that week. Sometimes it was with a boyfriend who'd lose a bet, with the girl as a wager. Sometimes they just wanted to watch. Sometimes they were alone. They just wanted me.

Every girl that sucked on my cock would eventually fuck it, often on the same day. Some did so in front of their boyfriends even.

What surprised me was those girls started talking. And soon I had other girls showing up at my door to see if the rumors were true.

"I'll show you, but if they are, you have to suck my cock, naked," I'd tell them.

All of them agreed. I think they wanted to be naked for me. And those that showed up without a boyfriend did so intending to get fucked.

Some girls were crazy. They wanted to be videoed as they sucked and fucked my cock. Who can blame them? It's quite the accomplishment, and I was happy to hold the camera or phone in one hand, while their hair in another. Of course, I reminded them to show their friends.

Most only came by for that one time. They often were dating or even married, and felt guilty cheating, but just "had to try it."

Some girls came by multiple times. We never dated, but were great fuck partners, and I loved when Mira would sometimes bring a girl with her. The two of them would go to town on my cock, licking and sucking. Watching as she swapped cum with her friends as they kissed always got me hard faster to give them both a great fuck.

A few guys came with their girl, as she'd want to experience a threesome with them and me. Of course, I always got their pussy, but that's what they really wanted. It was just that way, it wasn't really cheating in their mind.

I didn't have many girlfriends during this period, because I always told them that others wanted to fuck me, and how could I turn them away?

Anna was the sexiest, and was always down for me to be with a girl, but only if she could join in.

This limited some of my action, but made for some hot threesomes for sure. And she was a freak in bed, even if there wasn't another girl with us. She was the only one who would even attempt to let me fuck her ass... even though it didn't really work out too well the couple of times we tried.

She loved my cock, and demanded we always be naked, which was fine for me. She was the closest thing to a nympho I've ever seen. We even did threesomes with another guy for her.

But after a while, we moved on. There's only so much sex two people can have if there's nothing else.

That was OK. I still got lots of pussy and blowjobs. So I couldn't complain too much. And as long as the girls keep telling others about me, I'll still be good.

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As my wife and I moved into our new house, we felt quite proud of ourselves. While it seems like many people can't make that type of purchase anymore, my wife and I were, albeit with a lot of hard work and a bit of luck.

We waved to several of our neighbors as we moved in, but none really came over to get to know us. I mean, isn't that modern America, where you don't really know your neighbors?

So we went about our business setting up our new house.

That first weekend, we were cooking burgers out on our back porch, and we could hear one of our neighbors. They were having some "fun" should we say, out back. Now, part of me wanted to take a peek.

The wife was quite pleasant to look at, and clearly, she was a little vocal when she was cumming. Of course I would want to she what looked like as she was getting fucked.

But as I looked over at my wife, I decided that wasn't the best idea. Instead, we had our burgers and gave each other a knowing glance. The type that says a lot without saying a word.

We ran to our bedroom and had our own fun, although not as loud as our neighbor, not that it was a contest, of course.

Monday evening came around, and the husband was out getting his mail when I came home and got mine. It was the first time we had a chance to meet and talk. It was mostly small talk, but he wanted to introduce himself as he had been gone all last week and only got back in on Sunday evening.

I thought about what he said… so who was his wife with on Saturday, I wondered?

I went in and told my wife the gossip I had learned, which led to some more lovemaking on our part.

Over the next few days my wife or I ran into our neighbors several times. They seemed friendly enough, even if the wife might be too friendly. But was I supposed to say something? I mean, I still barely knew him.

My wife was a little less shy about it, talking to the neighbor's wife. 

"Oh, we have a bit of an agreement," she told my wife.

"An agreement?"

She smiled. "Yes, we sometimes share our bed with others. Especially when my husband has to work out of town."

I don't think my wife believed her, but that was okay. She still wasn't going to say anything to him.

The next time I saw him, he actually brought it up with me. "So my wife told you about our arrangement."

"Yeah, seems like a good one for her."

"It works for both of us. So if you ever…"

Was he offering me a chance to screw his wife? I mean, I wouldn't mind... except I am married. "Oh, I don't know that my wife would let me," I said, putting my hand up.

"You never know," he said. And with that, he chuckled as he walked away.

I kept replaying the conversation in my head. Did he really share his wife? Did he just offer her to me? Not that I'd take him up on the offer, of course, but… she was hot… and if I were single… but then I'd never be in this house either, I thought.

A couple of weeks later, I ran into our neighbor again. "Hey, we're having a party this weekend. If the two of you want to come over and meet some other people around here. We've been friends with each of our neighbors for years. The couple that lived where you are now, well, we were great friends, and hated seeing them go, but they had a job opportunity he just couldn't say no to."

"I understand that," I said, somewhat lying. I couldn't see myself ever getting a work opportunity that good. Of course, I was still young, so who knows?

"Yeah, another friend wanted the place, but couldn't make it happen. But we're glad you're here now, so come over this weekend. It will give everyone a chance to get to know everyone else," he said, making it more like an order than an option. "We'll have fun out by the pool and whatever; adults only, so there will be plenty of tequila and other drinks. If you have a favorite, we'll probably have it."

I liked the sound of that. Work had been rough the last couple of weeks, so having a break would be nice. I told my wife, and we made plans to attend. The party started at noon, and we'd be there shortly after.

I have to admit, I couldn't wait to see his wife in a bathing suit. She was very sexy even when normally dresses, the idea of seeing something hugging her every curve, and showing off some skin... well, who wouldn't want to see that.

When he suggested the idea of me having sex with her, well, while I would never... However, that didn't mean that I didn't think about it all the time. And she had been on my mind more than once while I took a long shower.

The day of the party came, and we brought over a couple of bottles of adult beverages, holding them out while the neighbor answered the door. "Oh, thanks," he said to my wife. "I don't think we've formally met. I'm Tom," he said, taking one of the bottles and ushering us inside.

Tom was wearing a bathing suit and a t-shirt, clearly ready to head out to the pool. My wife and I were similarly dressed and ready to have some fun. I looked around, hoping to see his wife in something skimpy. I was curious if she was a one-piece or two-piece kind of girl. Maybe a tiny bikini if I was lucky, although with a group of people, I kind of doubted it.

We walked into the kitchen, dropping off the hard liquor, and saw several other bottles there on the counter already. Some were already open, so I knew this was going to be an awesome party. I could hear other people talking in the other room, which Tom led us to. 

My wife was in front of me, and as my wife walked in, she stopped short. I wasn't sure why until I turned the corner and saw for myself. 

"The last of our guests have arrived," Tom said, as he walked past us.

My mouth had dropped open. I knew Tom's wife was attractive, but now I knew just how much. She was lying on a table, naked as the day she was born. Her legs spread while she sat on top of a naked guy, his dick up her ass.

I slowly looked around, and everyone in the room was naked. I had never seen so many naked people at one time in my life. Part of me wanted to leave, while another part of me sprung hard and was ready to join the crowd.

"Hey," Sarah called out to me. "I've got a spot open for you," she said, rubbing her exposed pussy.

I didn't move at all.

"Let me guess, my husband didn't tell you what type of party this would be," she said, rocking her hips back and forth. She smiled, seeming to enjoy our awkwardness.

Around the room was a collection of naked bodies. I have to admit, all of them looked good. And while I thought my wife would have run out of there screaming, when I looked down at her, I could see her hardening nipples and flushed skin. This was turning her on.

"In case you couldn't tell, we're swingers, but you don't have to be. Some people prefer to just watch. Some people prefer to perform. We don't make judgements one way or another. Our only rule is that if you want to have sex, it's got to be consensual, and with someone other than your spouse during the party," Sarah said. "We also strongly encourage you to make sure the partner you're with has a good time, if you know what I mean… and we'd prefer that you be naked, or at least semi-naked… no need to bring the mood down."

As she finished talking, Tom handed us drinks. I noticed he was now also naked… and hung.

"So, care to try my wife out?" he asked as he handed me a drink. "Trust me, I don't mind… and if your wife is up for it…" He let his words hang in the air.

My wife was stuck looking at his cock. It was easily the largest I'd ever seen, not that I'd seen a lot, but I'm sure it was the largest my wife has ever seen as well.

"Or, you can just watch, we won't mind," another guy said, his hand hanging over a lovely lady, groping her breasts.

"Yeah, we all like being watched. That's what makes a party like this so much fun," she said. "Isn't that true, honey?"

I wondered to whom she had directed that question.

The guy who was fucking my neighbor's wife's ass agreed. Apparently, that was her husband.

This was truly the most surreal thing I had ever experienced. Of course, if I fucked that tight ass, I'd be loving it as well. Part of me wanted to step in and fuck my neighbor, but I paused, realizing that while my wife was feeling very horny, and maybe even a little frisky, I don't think she was up for letting me fuck our neighbor.

I looked over at my wife, and she was still staring at Tom's "hardware". I watched as she unconsciously licked her lips.

"Oh, I think she knows what she wants," said the girl getting groped by not her husband. "Trust me," she said, reaching out and touching my wife's arm. "It's going to hurt so good…" she moaned with pleasure, thinking about it. "All the new girls have to try him out, and everyone thinks it's worth it. Of course," she stood up straight and reached down to stroke the cock of the guy groping her, "all the guys here are worth a lay… or two. And most of them are happy to help you fulfill any fantasy you have."

"Any…" my wife said, her voice trailing off.

"Trust me, most anything you could want, we've all done," she said. "From threesomes to foursomes, to facials, tied-up, tied-down, we're down to help anyone try anything that they want."

"Anything," my wife said, smiling now, realizing what that meant. 

"You want to stay?" I asked my wife, surprised by her change in tone.

"Only if you want to," she said hopefully. "After all… when in Rome…"

"Let me guess what you want to do," I said, looking down at our neighbor's long, hard member.

"Would you mind?"

"Well, what would I do?"

"Anyone you want, I guess," she said, looking at that cock, not really caring about anything but that. I'm sure if her best friend, sister, or anyone else I had normally inappropriate thoughts about were here are the party, I could have free rein with them right now. For right now, I was a little limited, but there were still plenty of opportunities.

"Want to watch your wife?" the girl being groped asked me. Or, you could climb up and mount the hostess, or help me out. I always enjoy a good threesome," she said, reaching out and stroking my cock.

I watched as Tom walked closer to my wife and put a hand on her breast. I was the only guy who had touched her there in the last six years. Yet, I was pretty sure he was going to be touching her in a lot of places I had only touched her in the last few years. And with that horse cock of his, he might touch her in places she's never been touched before.

I watched my wife mindlessly reach out for his cock, barely able to wrap her delicate fingers around it, and stroke it.

Another girl had come up to me. She wrapped her arm around one of mine. "I loved it when my husband watched me take that thing for the first time… and every other time. And he loved watching it stretch me open. Your sex life will never be the same, but in a good way. Now I just enjoy when he watches me with anyone," she said, lightly running her hand up and down my back. "So, is it okay if he watches you and me?"

I gasp as my wife bent over to take that cock in her mouth… or attempt to at least. The girl running her hand up and down my arm reached around with her other arm and grabbed my ass. "I think you could be a lot of fun too," she said. "Will you be fun for us?"

"Uh-huh," I said, watching what I couldn't believe.

Tom took my wife by the hand and helped her up. He turned her around, so my wife was facing his wife and bent her over the table. There, I watched as he mounted my wife. My wife moaned in pain and pleasure as he opened her up.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.

I felt something wet on my cock. The girl who was being groped was now down on her hands and knees, sucking my cock, while I watched my wife.

Behind the girl, the guy who had been groping her mounted her doggy style.

I felt her shift back and forth as he thrust in and out of her, while I watched my wife getting fucked. Moaning with every stroke till she came.

Watching my wife cum was such a turn-on. I tried holding back, but I couldn't. I worked to keep from cumming, but I lost my battle. 

Just as I started to cum, the other girl kissed me passionately on the lips. I moaned as I shot my load into one girl's mouth, while I sucked face with another. I felt her tongue dancing around inside my mouth until my orgasm faded away.

As she broke our kiss, and the other girl pulled off my cock, I realized I had just experienced something so passionate, so intimate… and I didn't even know their names. As they looked at me, they smiled. Their jobs were done… they were to keep me there, while my wife was fucked and filled with cum by another man… to make sure I was okay with it.

I watched as Tom clenched his ass and shot his load deep in my wife's cunt. Was it so different from what I had just done? Some would say a blow job is even more intimate.

As he pulled back, the girl who was sucking my cock moved over to Tom and licked his cock clean. "Oh, she tastes good," she said to the group.

The group all clapped as they heard this and now considered my wife and me a part of their group.

I looked at my wife, still bent over. Her pussy was swollen and red from being used, and she was leaking cum from her dirty cunt. She looked like the fucking sluts I like to watch in pornos. I wondered what that said about her... about me?

The girl who kissed me wanted to find out just how good my wife tasted. But instead of licking his cock, she went to my wife. "Ever been eaten out by a girl?"

My wife shook her head no.

"Want to see what it's like?"

With that, she licked my wife's pussy, trying to get all the cum out of her used cunt.

Watching my wife being eaten by a girl was one of my fantasies, one I had never shared with my wife, of course, but that didn't make watching it that much hotter. I listened to my wife moaning as the girl's tongue darted in and out of her gushing pussy. My cock twitched as I heard my wife cum from the girl licking her pussy.

I had always assumed that my wife would never do anything with a girl, but here, she was so turned on, she not only allowed it, she was running her hands through the girl's hair, working to pull her into her pussy even deeper.

Another guy walked up to the girl licking my wife and tapped her on the shoulder. The girl got up, and the guy got between my wife's legs. Of course, he wasn't going to lick my wife. He had another tool he wanted to use on her.

The girl who had been eating the cum out of my wife walked over to me and pulled me in for a deep kiss. I tasted my wife on her lips. "Every guy here is going to want to try out your wife," she said as she broke our kiss. "And us girls are going to keep your balls drained as well to make sure you enjoy it."

I watched as a second guy fucked my wife, giving her a third orgasm for the day, and we hadn't even been here a half hour.

As he was fucking her, another guy climbed up on the table. Since I hadn't taken a space with my neighbor, he got to use her pussy. Of course, he was all about eating her out, while she kept riding that hard cock in her ass.

I didn't think I could ever eat a pussy while a cock was so close to my face, but watching it was very exciting. But still not as exciting as listening to my wife being pleased again and again. Which was something else I never thought I'd do.

I scanned the room, wondering which girl I should try to be with next. Maybe I could get a little pussy this time. That's even more fun than a blowjob, I thought. After all, my wife shouldn't be the only one having fun with others today.

The girl who had been with me offered me a little blue pill. "We plan to keep the two of you going all day long until neither one of you can walk straight," she said with a laugh.

My wife was lost in her own orgasm. I watched as a guy got on the table in front of her. She had never been interested in a threesome before, but I watched as she had her first one… and part of me wished I could have been one of the participants. Yet as I saw a leggy blonde, my mind and body started focusing on her.

I looked her up and down, and she smiled at me. I smiled back, looking at her cute shaved pussy, just begging to be fucked. Who knows, maybe I could have my own first threesome and work on pleasing two girls at once. I know that was always a fantasy of mine, as it is for most guys, I'm sure.