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JERRY WANTED TO SLAP THE BRAT. He would have, in a Mesopotamian minute, if it had been his kid. But of course it was a client's "darling angel", all dressed up in his cowboy outfit for a portrait, but not sitting still on the old moth-eaten saddle. Instead, as Jerry stood there behind the big studio camera, letting out a long, slow, quiet breath between his clenched teeth, the brat was gripping the saddle horn and rocking back and forth, pointing the toy cap pistol everywhere and screeching, "Bang! Bang!" at the top of his lungs.

He was supposed to care if the kid knocked the saddle off the sawhorse, was supposed to help the kid's harried mother calm him down so Jerry could snap the picture and let mother and brat go on their merry way. Frankly, however, he'd been on his feet for six solid hours snapping portraits of other mothers' brats, and he'd had enough. He loved photography and portraiture, loved holding a finished portrait in his hand and seeing the delighted eyes of the client as he handed it across the table, but he hated the process in between. Jerry had confessed more than once that portrait photography would be so much more satisfying, if only it weren't for the people.

Well, enough of the show, he thought, it's time to take control. Jerry reached over to the prop table beside him where, among the funny hats, artificial flowers, miniature sports gear and giant wooden blocks, lay an aerosol fog horn. He set it on top of the camera and pressed the button.

WHONNNNNK! Just a little blast, really. The brat whipped his face toward the noise, his eyes wide, his mouth a little open. Jerry pushed the shutter button three times before the kid -- or the mother -- knew what had happened.

"Excellent!" Jerry said, oozing pseudo-sincerity, as he swung the tyke off the saddle and placed him in his mother's arms. "Thank you! Come back soon!" They both still seemed a little shaken by the sudden noise, and the mother meekly pressed the sitting fee into Jerry's palm as he guided them out of the makeshift studio in the grocery store's "conference room".

Glancing at his appointment calendar, he saw that he had a full fifteen minutes before his next appointment -- his last of the day, thank the gods - so he taped his "Back in 5 Min." sign to the door and ducked out for a smoke. Sitting outside on the concrete bench in the store's designated smoking area, Jerry contemplated this worthless job and his meager existence.

Working every weekend in a different store of the grocery's chain. Driving long distances up and down the Texas gulf coast. Setting up and breaking down the "portable" studio (it filled every possible space in his little car) himself. Doing all the paperwork as well as taking all the pictures and dealing with impatient customers -- well, he hadn't signed on for this. Here he was, Jerry Mars, 35 years old, a not-bad-looking guy, friendly, intelligent, and with all his own hair and teeth, working on a commission-only basis for a fly-by-night studio company. No benefits, no bonuses, no fun. And to top it all off, his "boss" was fifteen years younger, a punk kid from Knee Patches, or some other little Texas town, who had never held a job in his life until the studio owner hired him on as sales manager! What had the punk done, sucked the owner's dick? Jerry mashed the cigarette butt under the sole of his shoe, checked his watch, and slowly wandered through the store to his studio. He still had five minutes left, no need to rush.

Opening the door to the conference room, Jerry heard some giggling on the other side of the blue canvas backdrop. Shit, he thought, some mom is letting her brat fuck with my $6,000.00 camera! Jerry nearly jumped around the backdrop to stop what he thought was juvenile horseplay, but when got to the other side, the harsh words that had been forming in his mouth died before they could be released.

Standing at the prop table, trying on the funny straw hats and fake feather boas, were two of the sexiest women he had ever seen. They didn't seem to notice Jerry at first, so he stood there taking it all in. Both were Latinas, probably sisters, with shoulder-length black hair, and both were dressed in tight, shin-length jeans that hugged their J-Lo asses, and matching low-cut peasant blouses that just barely restrained their massive round tits! They posed provocatively and giggled and chattered in Spanish, oblivious to the presence of a third party in the room.

Jerry began to feel the first stirring of an erection just at the sight of these women, and was glad he'd worn his baggy slacks to work. His throat was suddenly dry and he coughed a little without thinking.

It must have startled the Latinas, because one of them let out a little shriek. The other turned toward him on her four-inch heels, too quickly, and lost her balance. Jerry stepped in and caught her under the arms, feeling her firm brown melons pressing for a moment against his stomach before he propped her upright.

"I'm so sorry to scare you like that," he said. He felt his face getting hot and his erection getting full-blown. It was a moment or two before he could assume his professional demeanor. He walked away from the women over to the clipboard that held his appointment calendar, and studied it for a few seconds, hoping that he could turn back to them without his cock straining at the pleats in his pants.

"Are you, um, Rodriguez?" he stammered, his back still to them. "Four- fifteen?"

"Yes," one of the women said. "We're a little early, is that OK?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, absolutely!" Jerry blathered, finally turning around. "No problem at all! Um, who's in the picture today?"

The one who had spoken before indicated the other woman with a hand bedecked with gold and diamond rings. "Just my daughter," she said. "Today's her eighteenth birthday. One of my gifts to her." She smiled at the birthday girl with brilliant white teeth; her daughter flashed a matching grin in return.

Jerry was finally getting some of his self-control back. "Daughter? This lovely young lady is your daughter?" he asked. "Why, I would have sworn when I first walked in that you two were sisters!" Corny, he knew, but it sold pictures. Flattery will still get you places, he mused.

And it worked this time, too. The mother lowered her dark eyes demurely and thanked him, while the daughter rolled her eyes ceilingward and said, "Jesus, people are always saying that to us!" She laughed, however, so Jerry knew that she was flattered as much as her mother.

"OK, then, let's get to work," he said briskly. "Mrs. Rodriguez? What's your daughter's name?" Keeping Mom involved in every step of the process sold pictures, too -- even something as minor as the child's name, although this was no child any longer.

"She's Juanita, but we call her Kokita -- 'little lady bug' -- and I'm Ms. Rodriguez," she stressed, "but you can call me Letty."

"OK, Letty, thanks. Kokita -- may I call you that?"

A brief smile flashed. "Sure," she said. "I hate the name Juanita."

There followed the usual procedure: Jerry posing the girl on the platform for a head-and-shoulders shot (but zooming the lens out a bit to capture her dynamic cleavage as well). Then a three-quarter shot with her resting her elbow on a decorative column (asking her to bend slightly at the waist, of course). Then finally, one of her reclining on the platform, resting on one hip and one hand, her legs tucked in slightly. All in all, three very provocative poses, but Jerry was able to maneuver Kokita so subtly, she didn't realize that he was emphasizing the thrust of her ample breasts with each click of the shutter.

He turned to Letty now, who had been smiling and calling encouragement to her daughter throughout. "You've got two poses left," he said. "Do you want to get into the picture?" More flattery here, but what he wouldn't give for a poster-size print of these two hanging in his bathroom!

"By myself?" she asked. Jerry could tell that she'd been thinking about it already. She cocked one round hip to the side and put her hands on her hips as she considered it, a pose that made the sloping tops of her tits ripple and swing slightly as she moved.

"Well, I was thinking that we could do one with the two of you, and then the last pose of you by yourself. Give yourself a gift today, too," he added, when she looked hesitant.

"C'mon, Mom," Kokita said. "It'll be fun. This guy really knows his stuff." Jerry turned to her and smiled. She smiled back, but did her eyes wander down to his crotch? Jesus, he was gonna lose his cool.

Letty stepped closer to the platform. "Will you help me up?" she asked Jerry, holding out her slim, ring-covered hand. He was happy to oblige.

Jerry quickly posed mother and daughter seated on the platform facing each other, then told them to turn just their inside shoulders toward the camera and lean their outstretched outside arms on the platform. In his camera viewfinder Jerry thought he saw something akin to the Alps or the Himalayas. What a breathtaking sight! He fired off six frames in succession while fixated on his viewfinder, then took a deep breath and faced them again.

He wiped some sweat from his forehead with his palm and wiped it on the leg of his pants. "OK, great. Kokita, let me help you down, and then we're going to do your mom." Oh, Jesus. Had he really said that? "Um, I mean, I'm gonna do -- I'm gonna shoot your mom's picture." The younger woman took his hand and stepped down with a knowing smile. Jerry looked pleadingly at Letty, hoping that she hadn't taken his words the wrong way. Her cheeks were a little flushed, but she was holding his gaze steadily. He clamped his lips shut and decided that any further attempts at explanation would just fuck everything up. He plunged ahead with the pose.

"Letty, I want you to roll over onto your stomach, facing the camera, and prop your elbows up, crossing your arms in front of you." He was thinking, but not saying, that this pose would really show off her tits to maximum effect.

Letty followed his instructions without question, but when she got on her stomach, she grunted a little as she got into the position he suggested.

"Are you OK?" Jerry asked.

"Just fine," she said, then lowered her voice. "It's just these things," she explained, indicating her boobs. "Sometimes I think there's too much up here."

Jerry lowered his voice as well, answering, "If you don't mind my saying so, Letty, there's no such thing as too much."

She flushed again but kept his eyes as she replied, quietly, "No, I don't mind a bit."

He turned from her without a word and walked straight to his camera, thinking that his now completely rigid Johnson could serve admirably as a fourth leg for the tripod. He picked up the shutter release cable and turned back to her, and noticed that her eyes had, like her daughter's before, drifted down to his crotch. She licked her lips slightly, then tilted her head to the side and smiled into the lens. Jerry, dumbstruck, fired off about a dozen frames before he realized what he was doing.

The shoot over, Jerry was all business again, for the moment. He collected the sitting fee, made sure that he had the correct personal information for the company files (including the phone number, which he would jot down for his own files the minute they were gone), and thanked them again for coming in. Kokita gave him one more smile, then turned to her mother.

"Mommy, I'll be in cosmetics if you need me, OK?" Not waiting for an answer, she turned on her stiletto heel and walked through the door.

Jerry watched her leave, then looked down at her mother. "Um, lovely girl you've got there, Letty," he said.

"Do you live here?" she asked.

"No, I'm from Corpus Christi," he said, "just here for the weekend."

"Where are you staying?" She moved a little step closer to him.

"Um, there's this little motel down the highway. Budget Inn, or Economy, something like that." Where was she going with these questions?

"Would you like to come to Kokita's birthday party tonight? It'll just be a few friends and family members. Unless you already have plans?"

"Plans? Me? No, not at all!" Jerry blurted. "In fact, you were my last appointment for the day, and I was just going straight to the motel after picking up some fast food. I'd love to come, um, to her party."

It was arranged in the next few minutes that Letty would drive over to Jerry's motel later, and he could follow her in his car to their home.

"It's very difficult to find the house if you don't know the town," she explained. She giggled. "I know people who live here who have trouble!"

"Should I bring a gift? Does she need anything special? I mean, I don't want to come to the party empty-handed."

She waved that suggestion away. "No, you'll be fine just as you are. See you in a little while!" she said breezily, and walked out with a definite strut, her sweet round ass and clicking heels seeming to twitch in time with Jerry's heart.

*** JERRY'S MOTEL WAS ONLY A FEW MINUTES AWAY FROM THE GROCERY STORE, but he made it back to his room in about 45 seconds, running red lights and breaking several laws and speed records. He stripped quickly and hit the shower, rubbing his cheeks and contemplating whether or not to shave. He was OK there, he decided. He didn't want to waste any time being ready for Letty when she came to pick him up. He also contemplated whether or not to whack off in the shower, because the mere memory of those four glorious boobs had gotten him hard again. Nope, no time. Don't waste it, he thought. But then doubt set in. Who am I kidding? What makes me think that I'm gonna get anywhere with either one of them? They were just being nice, inviting a guy from out of town over for a piece of cake and some ice cream. His erection wilted a little at the thought.

He was just turning off the water when he heard a soft knocking at the outside door. Shit! Was Letty here already? Wrapping the thin motel towel around his waist, he opened the door a crack and peeked out, not at Letty, as he'd expected, but Kokita!

"Uh, hi," he said through the crack, "I'm not quite ready. I thought your mother was coming over to get me -- "

Jerry didn't get a chance to finish the thought before the girl was pushing past him and into the small, sparsely furnished room. "Well," she spat, "that bitch and I had a fight, and the party is officially canceled." Kokita looked around her at the little bed, the rickety chair, and the tiny TV bolted to the wall. "What a fuckin' dump," she said. "Hey, where are you, dude?"

He emerged partially -- his head and one shoulder - from behind the still-open door. "I was just getting out of the shower," he said sheepishly. "The party's canceled? I'm sorry, sorry about the fight, too. Umm," he stammered, "is it possible you could -- I'd like to get -- well, you know."

Kokita walked over to the door and swung it shut forcefully, but the door was a little warped and didn't latch. Now fully exposed to the young Latina, Jerry tried to pull the cheap terry cloth tighter around his middle, as if the fabric would provide some kind of protection. She stepped in close, pressed her full, ripe breasts against his damp skin. Jerry looked down and saw her chest heaving, straining against the fabric of the peasant blouse she still wore from earlier that day.

"I saw you looking at me and my mom," she breathed, her almost black eyes flashing. "I know what you were thinking while you were posing us. The truth was written all over your crotch. Are you some kind of pervert, peeking down girls' blouses?"

"No! Not at all!" Jerry protested. "I'm sorry if I offended either one of you! Please, I just thought that you were both so beautiful, so exciting, and I got a little aroused - "

"A little aroused? Dude, you were straining at the zipper the whole time! I couldn't help but notice it." The girl paused a moment, as if in thought. "Does that make me some kind of pervert, looking at guys' crotches?"

"You? A pervert? No, not at all!"

"Do you think I'm a good girl?"

"Yes."

"A very good girl?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then give me my fucking birthday present," she said, whipped off his towel, sank to her knees and engulfed his raging hard-on with her soft, wet mouth. Her lips and tongue were fierce and hot, rolling around his throbbing knob and deep throating him with more experience than he'd imagined from an 18-year-old girl. The sensation was amazing. Jerry dug his fingers into Kokita's hair and leaned back against the wall to keep from falling.

Suddenly she pulled away, stood up and tore off the peasant blouse. She was wearing a strapless bra underneath with a front center clasp. "You've been looking at the tops of these long enough," she suggested. "Do you want to see the rest of them?"

"Yes!"

"Then come over here and wish me a happy birthday."

Jerry didn't even bother with the clasp. He pulled the cups of the bra down and lifted one heavy, round boob in each hand. The nipples were hard and puckered with excitement, long as toggle switches. The aureole were dark and as big around as campaign buttons. He stood there admiringly for a brief moment, then buried his face between them. He licked up her cleavage, around one breast, then another. He squeezed them softly, then with more force. She moaned appreciatively.

He sucked her left nipple into his eager mouth, chewing on the firm brown meat, causing Kokita to inhale sharply and mash his face into her breast. Jerry held his breath as long as he could, then pulled away and did the same to her right nipple. He pulled away again, then pushed the girl down on his bed. He bent to tug her tight jeans off over that beautiful ass. Almost as fantastic to see as her breasts was that high, round rump!

He almost shot his load when he saw her completely naked for the first time. How could a girl with such big tits have such a slim body? She had meat on her, sure, but there didn't seem to be an ounce of wasted flesh anywhere. Her tummy was flat, her legs smooth and finely muscled.

Joining her on the bed, Jerry and Kokita kissed furiously for several minutes, allowing their hands to roam over each other's bodies as their tongues wrestled together. Kokita gripped Jerry's boner and beat him off while his middle finger sought purchase on her very tight, sopping pussy. He diddled her clit with his thumb as he stroked her clam and brought her to a screaming orgasm, then he rolled her onto all fours.

"Hang your breasts over my face," he told her. She propped herself on one arm and guided one of her boobs into his mouth. Jerry sucked on it for what seemed like hours, taking as much of it into his mouth as he could until his jaw started to ache, all the while squeezing the soft, firm flesh with both hands. He released the nipple with a loud pop and went for the other one with a gusto to rival the first. When he was satisfied with that job, Jerry wriggled down the bed until his face was directly under that tight little Latina pussy. Gripping an ass cheek firmly with each hand, he pulled her down to his mouth and tasted her dripping juices for the first time. Damn! She smelled good and tasted good. He munched, licked, slurped and prodded her cunt with his mouth and tongue, making her buck so hard that he felt her heavy boobs hitting the top of his head. She came again, even louder than when he had used his fingers.

Jerry was far from finished, though. He had to know what that sweet clam felt like wrapped around his cock. He rolled her over and spread her legs, preparing to impale her with his blood-engorged member. Kokita reached out a hand and grabbed it, Jerry thought, to help him guide it in.

"Wait," she said, breathlessly. There was a little panic in her eyes.

"Wait? Wait for what?" he asked, incredulous. "What's the matter?

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Amanda’s first week in upper management held much less sex than she expected after her job interview. She only met a couple senior male managers, and they never went further than a quick grope of her buttocks. One day her desktop image changed to a close-up of her sperm-coated face, lips wrapped around Macon’s prick. She left it there, since she had her own office, and no one else used her computer. Anyway, it was a pretty good photo.

On the morning of her first big meeting, Macon’s secretary knocked on her door and entered. Sue was a young, pretty girl, and Amanda was sure Macon had his hooks in her, because she was always dressed in short, tight clothes. Sue walked around to Amanda’s side of the desk and sat on the corner. She only glanced once at the pornographic image on the computer monitor.

“Mr Macon sent me to brief you on protocol for today’s meeting, Ms Davidson,” she began. “At the beginning of the meeting you will meet the senior management team. They will have their cocks hanging out, and you are expected to suck each of them in and out, just once. When you’re done, the meeting will proceed as normal.”

She paused to register Amanda’s reaction, but all she got was a poker face. “Once business has been completed,” Sue continued, “You will give each man present a blow job, but be ready for more; sometimes the men have trouble controlling themselves.” With a mischievous grin she added, “So do the girls, occasionally.” Amanda wondered if an oral gangbang would turn her into a wild thing. Probably not, she thought.

Sue finished the briefing with a few words of advice. “I wouldn’t bother wearing too much makeup. Not that you really need it.” Amanda felt herself blush. “In fact, if you want I can give you some smudge-proof lipstick.”

“OK, sure,” said Amanda. “Let’s go to the executive washroom.”

Once inside the bathroom, Sue laid out a beauty kit ranging from makeup to shaving gear and tweezers. She selected three lipsticks and presented them to Amanda to pick a shade. Once Amanda had chosen, Sue applied it. She was leaning back against the sink, with Amanda standing between her legs, her mouth pouting a little with concentration. To Amanda’s surprise she found Sue’s sweet breath intoxicating.

“There,” Sue said, “That shouldn’t smudge, no matter what.” She rubbed a fingertip along Amanda’s lips, for a bit longer than necessary, Amanda thought. Amanda was wondering how to gauge exactly how Sue felt, when Sue moved around behind her, and made her gasp by squeezing her breasts together.

“These feel nice and pert, Ms Davidson. If you wanted you could get away with not wearing a bra.” She raised her eyebrows interrogatively at Amanda in the mirror. Amanda smiled shyly at the complement, and finally nodded her agreement. Sue’s fingers crept to the jacket buttons, and as the jacket slid off her arms Amanda undid her blouse. She slipped it back off her shoulders and turned to face Sue, and leaned back on the sink. Sue stepped forward, pressing into Amanda’s soft breasts, and gazed into her eyes as she unclasped her bra behind her.

Amanda’s lips began to form a kiss, just as Sue stepped back, and ran her fingertips languorously over Amanda’s tits as she dragged the bra down her body. Amanda put her head back, sighed and closed her eyes. She felt her knees go weak. Sue was standing close to her again, with her hands on Amanda’s hips, rubbing gently in little circles.

“So,” Sue whispered, looking down at her hands, “How are you down there? Is everything presentable?” She began to inch the tight skirt upwards. Amanda thought she was going to faint with anticipation. She was on the point of grabbing Sue and kissing her luscious mouth, when Sue looked at her and said quizzically, “Pantyhose, Ms Davidson? I think the men would prefer stockings.”

“I didn’t know it would matter when I dressed,” replied Amanda.

“Never mind. Why don’t you wear mine?”

As Amanda nodded dumbly, Sue kicked off her shoes and began to roll down her stockings. Tearing her eyes away from Sue’s buttocks straining in her short, tight skirt, Amanda slipped off her pantyhose. After a moment’s thought she took off her blue cotton hipster briefs.

“I could lend you my thong if you want,” Sue said, bending to pick up the discarded panties. She stood up again and hiked up her skirt to expose a very sheer black lace number. Amanda gaped. “Uh, no. I thought I might as well not wear any underwear at all…”

Sue smiled, and looked down at the damp patch on the panties in her hand. She dropped to her knees, and gently lifted Amanda’s left foot, rolling the stocking up it. At the top, as her palms pressed the elastic top of the stocking up Amanda’s thigh, her fingertips just grazed over Amanda’s pussy. Amanda gasped, and shuddered. Sue took the other stocking and began rolling it slowly up Amanda’s right leg, slowly running her hands up Amanda’s thigh, then bending forward to kiss up from the inside of her knee.

Soon Sue was planting little kisses along Amanda’s pussy lips, her hands clinging to the back of Amanda’s thighs, gently massaging up and down. Again Amanda went weak at the knees, and this time her legs buckled. Gently pushing Sue away, she staggered across the small room to sit on the toilet. Sue crawled after her, pushed her knees apart and resumed her oral ministrations.

Amanda leaned back and sighed as Sue’s strong slippery tongue danced delicately over her labia. She used the soft flat surface for broad, gentle strokes, and probed the tip into every little fold of skin. Amanda felt Sue’s fingers creeping along her thighs, and eventually one began inscribing slow circles over her pussy. As it slipped over the lip and entered her, Sue began to lap at her clitoris, and Amanda felt herself begin an intense orgasm.

When the earth stopped shaking, Amanda looked down at Sue’s drenched face, licking up her perineum, while one thumb lazily stroked her clit. Just as Amanda began to moan again, there was a thumping on the door.

“Um, hang on a minute,” Amanda called as she snatched up her blouse and began to button it.

“I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes,” came the reply through the door. Amanda’s blouse failed to button straight for the third time in a row. She tore it off again in exasperation and slipped on her jacket. Her nipples were almost painfully hard against the cold lining, but at least it only had three buttons. She glanced over at Sue, sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide, skirt up around her waist, g-string pulled aside, sliding two fingers in and out of herself, her blouse soaked with Amanda’s juices. Amanda walked over and kissed her, tasting herself on Sue’s lips.

“Why don’t you take my blouse, honey?” she offered. “Yours looks a bit wet.” She reached down and scooped up three fingers of Sue’s pussy juice, and licked it up. “Maybe you and I could go halves in a young stud some time,” she said as she opened the door.

The annoyance evaporated from the face of the man outside when he saw Amanda’s dishevelled hair. “Oh, Robert, I’m so sorry,” she gushed. “I was just freshening up for the meeting. I’ll see you there.” Robert said nothing, and as Amanda walked away she thought she heard Sue giggle. She didn’t worry what Robert would think when he found Sue. Pretty soon she’d be sucking his cock anyway.

Three o’clock came, and Amanda presented herself promptly at the conference room door. As it opened she saw the seventeen members of the senior management team standing in groups. She entered, and when the door was shut and locked the room filled with the sound of descending zippers. Amanda unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off, handing it to the nearest man to hang up. She slunk sexily over to Macon, bare breasts swaying gently, and he took her hand as she sank gracefully to her knees.

One by one the men were introduced - “This is Howard Anderson, finance,” - and she would look them in the eye, reply, “Pleased to meet you,” or, “It’s a pleasure,” and envelop their cock in her warm mouth, maintaining eye contact. Largely she was sucking old, wrinkly, flaccid organs, but a couple were firmer, and one was young and fully erect.

The committee took its seats once introductions were over. Amanda removed her skirt, hanging it over her chair, and sat down in only her stockings and shoes. The cool leather chair sent shivers through her stomach. There were no apologies, and the meeting moved to the first item on the agenda.

When all business had been concluded, Macon stood, and led Amanda over to a corner of the room. He had her kneel on a cushion, and then produced handcuffs. Before she could protest, Amanda’s left wrist was shackled to her right ankle, and her right wrist to her left ankle. All around the room men were discarding trousers, and the first was standing in front of her holding his tumescent prick against her lips.

She opened her mouth, and let the warm flesh slide over her tongue. It gradually stiffened, but she had to work hard, until finally it was a fully erect five or so inches. She began to bob her head a little, conscious that she could not really exert any control with her hand shackled behind her back. One of the younger men had come over and was playing with her tits, squeezing them together, lifting them to display them to the other men. The one in her mouth liked it – his cock jumped each time the other man squeezed her nipples.

The cock slid smoothly out of her mouth, trailing a string of saliva. Andy, the youngest man there stood before her, his dick bouncing in her face. He grabbed her head, and thrust firmly between her lips, then sawed in and out several times. He pulled out, and Amanda deliberately opened wide, waiting for the cum to splatter across her face. When he finished he dipped back into her mouth quickly, and then let another man take his place.

The first man was back, but before he filled her mouth, Amanda asked, “Would you rather fuck my tits, Gerry?” When she saw his cock twitch, she knew she’d made the right call. Soon he was wrapping his shaft in her ample cleavage. As he got his rhythm going Amanda turned her head to the left, and began to lick at the dick she found there. The man lifted his pole, inviting her to lick his balls. As she licked the stale sweat from between his legs she looked up into Robert’s eyes. He winked at her, and she knew that she was licking up Sue’s juices as well as Robert’s sweat.

It takes time to service seventeen men, and some of them were getting impatient. One had dived between Gerry’s legs to lap at Amanda’s pussy, and when he pronounced her ready she felt herself lifted at the waist to allow a man to slide under her. After a while they adjusted the handcuffs, linking her left arm and leg, so they wouldn’t chafe the chest of the man fucking her.

By the time the third or fourth man was between her legs, the semen was beginning to flow, and everyone in the room, including Amanda, was getting swept up in the horny vibe. After a couple of thrusts, she was lifted again, and she knew just before it happened that he was going to enter her ass. It didn’t take long to get used to it, and then she was pulled back on her haunches to allow another man to penetrate her pussy. As the cocks kept presenting themselves to her mouth, to spray her with cum and be replaced, she gave herself up to the rhythm of the double fucking.

The party was lasting well into the evening. Someone had ordered pizzas, and they let the delivery boy have a piece of Amanda. It didn’t take long, and she actually quite enjoyed having a young man lose control over her. The clock showed quarter past nine, and the men had drunk a bit more than was wise, when Mal advanced on her with a sneer on his face. He stood in front of her, his limp cock hanging right in her face, dangling against her cheek. Obediently she bobbed her head and took his member into her mouth.

“Yeah, suck it, you filthy slut,” he growled. “Ask me for a drink.”

“Mal, if I suck your cock can I drink your cum?” Amanda asked, spitting out his knob. She immediately slurped it back into her mouth.

“Who said anything about cum, bitch,” Mal retorted, and Amanda tasted his piss, filling her mouth.

When she spat him out, he kept pissing on her face. When she opened her mouth to protest he pissed in it, and her objections were choked off. She shut her eyes and screwed up her face, when she heard the sound of a punch landing, and the warm stream stopped. When she cautiously opened her eyes Mal was out cold on his back in a pool of his own urine, and everyone was staring shocked at Lou. Mal groaned and opened his eyes.

“Why’d you do that, asshole?” he asked Lou.

“The lady wasn’t really enjoying it much, dickhead. Don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again, or I’ll break your fucking jaw. Then you can explain it to your wife.”

Mal looked like he was going to argue, but thought better of it, and went to get his clothes. One by one everyone else left, until Amanda was alone with Lou. He unlocked the handcuffs, and helped her stand.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, and helped her down the deserted corridor to the bathroom. He ran the shower, and helped her in, and when she fell he got in with her and washed her tenderly. She kept expecting to feel him touch her pussy, but he only brushed over it as he washed her. He dried her body in silence, and then as he helped her dress he asked, “Is there anyone I can call? A boyfriend, or family member?”

“No,” she replied, “But I don’t want to go home alone.”

“Well, I can take you back to my place, and you can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

They caught a cab to his apartment, and he was a perfect gentleman. Amanda woke late the next morning, realising that she had actually enjoyed most of the previous evening.

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"Hold that elevator!" I called, running through the lobby of the hotel. There was a couple in the elevator; the man reached to hold the door; the woman just stood with an annoyed look. I wondered if it was meant for me, but after the door closed, I saw her direct an annoyed gaze at the other man; who looked down with a frustrated look on his face. A lover's quarrel, perhaps; a quick glance at their hands revealed no wedding rings, though an indentation around his ring finger indicated he was once married, or at least attempting to pass as single.

She was blonde, I'd guess about 30 years old, wearing a black business jacket buttoned half way up her chest. When she leaned a bit to scratch the back of her leg, I could catch a glance at the tops of her large breasts, tightly constrained by a black lace bra. A short black skirt and sheer black stockings completed her ensemble. I felt a slight stirring in my crotch as I wondered if I would find matching lace at the tops of those stockings, or even her panties. She glanced at me with her annoyed expression, and I quickly looked away.

He was wearing a gray business suit and a white dress shirt. He was about my height, six foot tall or so, with light brown hair. As for me, I felt a bit under dressed in my blue jeans and t-shirt; I was on my way up to my room to change for a business dinner in about an hour.

It was a silent ride up the glass elevator until the lights flickered.... A few seconds later they dimmed, and then darkened. An alarm rang in the distance as the elevator stopped. Through the glass walls we could see that the hotel was dark except for the emergency lights. Through the front glass wall of the hotel we could see that the whole city appeared to be dark.

"Just fucking beautiful." He said under his breath, as the woman moaned. I quickly grabbed the emergency phone but got only static.

"Phone's dead-" I said, cut off as she grabbed it from my hand to listen.

"Hello....Hello! Dammit!" she yelled into the receiver. Frustrated, she banged it onto its cradle, then put her head down and sniffled back a few tears. Quietly she turned away from us.

"My name's Dave," I said, looking at the other man.

"I'm Bill, and it looks like we may be here for a while." Bill removed his suit jacket as I glanced over at her.

"That's Becky," Bill replied. "She's apparently not having a good day."

"Oh fuck off." Becky replied, putting her hand out to me as she wiped her eyes. I quickly squeezed it as she darted a glare at Bill.

Bill smiled and tried to slip a hand around Becky's waist, but she quickly slapped it away, and moved back against the wall of the elevator, closing her eyes.

I turned and looked down below, watching as people wandered in the lobby of the hotel. Every so often someone would look up to us and point. With a wave, I got someone's attention, and watched as the person walked over to the front desk and pointed back up to us in the elevator. Bill joined me in waving, pointing to the phone and shaking his head "no", to try and indicate the emergency phone wasn't working. The front desk person of the hotel finally picked up a phone and made a call, as more alarms began to ring in the building. We watched as the person shrugged their shoulders and put the phone down, and walked off into the back of the room. Bill finally sighed heavily and sat down by Becky, putting his head down. Glancing a bit over I watched as he quietly began to brush a hand along the back of Becky's leg, and up behind her knee. She sighed loudly and stepped away from him.

"One track mind...," I heard her mutter under her breath as she opened her purse and took out a mirror, fixing her makeup in the dim emergency light. Becky looked up at me briefly and cracked a slight smile. I smiled back, and she blushed slightly looking down.

An hour later, help had still not arrived. The emergency lights had dimmed to an orange-yellow shade, and were beginning to flicker. Gradually my eyes adjusted to the dark. I sat, leaning against the side wall of the elevator, looking down at the lobby, where candles provided some light for those milling around. Bill was sitting, head back, and eyes closed opposite me, and sitting against the back wall of the elevator was Becky. She had removed her shoes and was sitting with her arms wrapped around her bent legs. Trying to avert my eyes, but unable to, I noticed the lace tops of her sheer black stockings as her skirt rode quite high up her thigh.

Becky leaned forward, now kneeling in front of the glass doors. She was looking down towards the lobby.

"Hey check those people out," she said, pointing toward the corner of the lobby. She stood up, and for a brief second I caught a glimpse of her lace panties, which again caused a stir between my legs.

Bill and I stood up behind her. She pointed and we saw a young couple in a dark corner of the lobby. A girl in a denim skirt was quietly kneeling before a young man sitting on a couch; the couch was partially obscured from the rest of the lobby. Bill smiled as we watched the girl's head bobbing up and down over the young man's waist. He leaned his head back and placed a hand on top of the girl's head and arched his hips up.

"Disgusting," Becky said shortly, slapping Bill's hand away as he quietly placed it on her ass. We all continued to watch, however, as the girl continued to suck the man's cock, pausing occasionally to look up to her lover's face.

I felt my erection begin to grow as we watched. Glancing down, I saw the bulge in my jeans. I noticed Becky glancing down at it, and I saw the slight smile again, which turned to a frown as Bill nuzzled against her neck. This time, however she didn't push him away. He slipped his hand back to her ass and squeezed slightly.

Becky closed her eyes for a moment and whispered "You fucking pig," then opened them again and continued to watch the couple.

The young girl stood up and quickly looked around. She quickly slipped off her panties and sat down on the young man's cock, and wriggled down as he entered her. She began to ride him as he reached around and up under her shirt, squeezing her breasts. I heard shallow breathing next to me and glanced over to see Bill's hand now slipped under the waist of Becky's skirt and down between her legs...she was leaning against the glass as he touched her, watching as the young couple continued to fuck below us. My erection grew harder, as I didn't know what to concentrate on; a pang of jealousy hit me as well. She was mad at him after all, and had smiled at me. Why wasn't I the one pleasuring Becky?

The young girl quickly climbed off the young man and dropped to her knees again, grabbing his cock. A stream of cum shot up and across the girl's face as she leaned over his waist. At that moment I felt Becky's hand squeeze my crotch.

Looking over to Becky I saw her skirt hiked up above her waist. I could see Bill's hand down under her black lace panties, his fingers massaging her pussy. Bill had his cock out of his pants; Becky's right hand was clasped around it, pulling on the shaft. Her left hand was squeezing my stiff erection through my pants. Bill leaned in and quietly whispered in her ear.

"Ohhhh you filthy bastard...," she moaned, and then dropped down to her knees, turning to face us.

I stole one last glance down through the glass. I thought I noticed the young couple looking up at us (perhaps even seeing the young girl point), but my attention was quickly diverted by Becky, who quickly unzipped my pants and released my stiff cock. I moaned as she quickly sucked it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my thick shaft as the head slipped down her throat. She quickly pulled off it and stroked me as she turned and sucked Bill next. I grew harder and harder as the feeling alternated back and forth between her warm wet mouth and the tug of her hand. She then turned to me and sucked me deep into her throat as Bill kneeled down and unbuttoned her jacket. He unclasped her bra and her large breasts sprang free, her pink nipples already hard. Becky pulled my pants down to my ankles and leaned lower, sucking my balls into her mouth as I moaned. A moan escaped her lips as well as Bill pinched her nipples, kissing the back of her neck as she sucked me.

My knees began to tremble as she sucked me back deep into her throat. I glanced down at her, and our eyes met. The slight smile appeared again, along with the hint of a blush as she stood up to slide her panties off, leaving the skirt hiked around her hips and her thigh high stockings as her only remaining clothes. Bill sat down in front of her and she kneeled, her ass facing me and began to suck him some more.

I leaned lower and slipped my tongue between her pussy lips, licking up and over her clit as she moaned while licking up and down Bill's cock. I leaned closer and sucked her clit into my mouth, feeling it hard and pulsing against my tongue. I felt her thighs begin to tremble as I licked up to her asshole, and then back down to her clit. Her knees began to tremble more, and as I sucked her clit back into my mouth she cried out as the orgasm hit; stifling it by sucking Bill's cock hard into her throat.

"Oohh God," she finally moaned. "Just....hurry...up...and... fuck me." she whispered as her body shook from the orgasm.

I kneeled and slipped a finger into Becky's pussy; she rocked back on it and then moaned as I pressed a thumb against her asshole. She moaned as she sucked Bill, and then cried out as I slipped my thick shaft into her pussy. My balls tightened immediately as I slid between her lips into her warm, wet pussy. She rocked back into me as I thrusted, setting a fast rhythm as I held her hips and she arched her back, stroking Bill's cock as I fucked her. Soon she began to pant as I felt her pussy muscles clench around my cock. She pulled her nipples and squealed as another orgasm hit, her whole body shaking now, goose bumps on her ass and thighs.

Becky pulled out of me and lay on her side for a moment, before getting up to her knees and pulling me to her. She kissed me deeply, sucking my lower lip a bit. I felt her breasts against my chest as she whispered in my ear "You are soo fucking good." and licked my earlobe before getting up and sitting back down on Bill's cock, facing me with that little smile on her face.

Bill began to thrust his cock up into her as I stood up, my erection still glistening with her pussy juices. I slipped my cock between Becky's soft breasts as Becky squeezed her mounds around my shaft...I slowly began to thrust upward and fuck her tits as she kept looking at me, our eyes locked on each other as Bill continued to fuck her.

Finally Bill began to moan a bit and thrust harder. He cried out as Becky began to writhe on his cock as he came; shooting his load up and into her. Her eyes never left mine as I continued to thrust my cock up between her tits; Becky leaning her head down from time to time to brush her tongue against my cock head. Finally, I felt my balls began to throb and my knees began to tremble as the orgasm approached. With a loud growl I came, shooting a stream of cum up between Becky's tits and under her chin and neck. She released my throbbing cock from between her tits, took it in her hand and kissed the head, licking a bit of cum from the tip. Her eyes never leaving mine, she quietly rubbed my cum over her soft breasts.

Finally I pulled away from her and I looked down. Apparently the emergency lights having died gave us privacy as no-one was looking up at us. I could see the young couple from before cuddling on the couch. Bill stood up and began to kiss Becky and I turned away, feeling jealous again. She glanced at me again as I quietly began to dress, unsure whether to say anything. Bill helped her put her jacket back on and she had it buttoned when the lights suddenly flashed on, blinding us for a second. The elevator began to move again and I quickly buckled my pants, as Bill dressed quickly as well. Becky gathered up her bra and panties and slipped them into her purse as the elevator stopped on the 10th floor. The door opened and Bill and Becky quietly stepped out. I stared at Becky, part of me hoping she'd pull away from Bill and get back in with me. Instead she just glanced at me one more time, giving me that slight smile; then she walked away.

Later that evening, returning to the hotel from dinner I stepped into the same elevator. As the doors were about to close I heard a couple call out "Hold the elevator please." It took a moment for my memory to click in as the young couple entered. The short denim skirt the young lady was wearing was the tip off. I looked up and the young lady smiled as she quietly leaned against me.

"Great show," she whispered in my ear; her hand slipping down to squeeze my crotch...

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Hi! My name is Raj. I am a 20 yr old guy living in Mumbai .This is an incident which took place 2 yrs ago in my life .At that time, I was studying in B. Tech(first year).I had a girlfriend called Manjula. She was a tall, slim girl with hazel eyes and long hair. But what particularly attracted me towards her were her firm and round breasts. We loved each other very much and had had sex on several occasions. She always admired my penis and said that sex with me was very satisfying for her. She also joked about sharing her sexual experiences with me to all her friends.

One day, Manjula’s cousin, Archana came to stay with her for a few weeks. Archana was also of the same age as that of Manjula. Manjula called me on the phone and told me about her cousin’s arrival. She told me that the two of them were going on a two day trip to Goa and wanted me o accompany them. Earlier, I was reluctant but later, I agreed. I agreed to meet them on Sunday morning at their apartment.

On Sunday morning, I reached at Manjula’s apartment sharp at 7:00 pm. Manjula opened the door and led me in. She introduced me to Archana who was busy with a bit of last minute packing as I came in.

I looked at her. She was an angel!!! Blue eyes, thick black long hair and a perfect

36-24-36 figure was what stood in front of me. But , aware of Manjula’s presence in the room, I managed to take my eyes off her with great difficulty.

Half an hour later, we were cruising on the highway in my black Tata Safari. We chatted and joked on the way to Goa. I came to know that Archana stated in Kolkata and completed her 10+2 exams after studying in a girl’s school. Archana joked about how the girls in their school lusted for boys.

By evening, we had reached Goa. We drove to a five –star hotel to check in for the night. But the receptionist told us that there was only one suite which was empty. Manjula immediately agreed and paid for the room. I was surprised as I did not know why she was getting so excited. The bellboy took our bags to the room.

Our room was a dim lit, decorated room fit for a king. The only reason why it was not booked by anyone else was because it did not open up to the sea and also a huge fleet of palm trees blocked whatever other view was available. We went out for a stroll in the beach and ate in a fancy restaurant. By 9:00 pm we were back into our room. We started thinking of a way to kill time as none of us felt sleepy.

“Let’s watch a movie.”, Manjula suggested.

“Yeah, the TV has a combined VCD player attached” , said Archana.

“And I have the VCD of an English movie.” , Manjula said.

“Which movie is it?” , I asked.

“Don’t know the name. But it is a movie with very steamy scenes” , said Manjula.

“Manjula, your cousin is also present in the room. Do not forget that”, I whispered to Manjula.

“I think Raj is chickening out”, said Archana , overhearing my words.

“No I am not!!”, I argued.

“Fine. So that means you are gonna watch the movie, aren’t you?”, Manjula asked.

“Sure I am.”, I said fighting off my conscience.

So, Manjula put the VCD and the screen lit up in blue. The names of the actors started to appear on the screen. None of the names felt familiar to me. Then came the name of the movie-‘I CAN PLAY GAMES TOO’. Immediately I understood that it was a porn movie. I looked at Manjula who was sitting beside me on the bed.

“You are not scared, are you?”, Manjula asked.

“Of course not.”, I said, irritated at being treated like a baby.

Archana, who was sitting to the left of Manjula, was pretty engrossed in the movie. On the screen, two women were pleasing their boss by making sexual advances towards him. The boss seemed to be enjoying it a lot. Soon, the three of them began to have sex. As the porn scene was going on, I could see both Manjula and Archana caressing their breasts and making low moaning voices. Even my lund was standing erect after seeing the movie. Then Manjula put her hand on my crotch and started rubbing her hand on my pants.

“You are so hot.” , she whispered in my ear and then licked m ear in a very erotic manner. I was also excited by her move and started moaning a bit myself. Manjula then looked at Archana and smiled naughtily. Archana got up from her current position and sat beside me. She then started moving her hands over my pants. I was surprised by this but I was too sexually excited to recover. Both Manjula and Archana took turns at this act and also shared their views about my lund and also talked about getting fucked by me. My hands involuntarily moved towards their boobs and started feeling and pressing them. Then Manjula kissed me hard on the lips for a while. Just as Manjula pulled back, Archana locked her lips on mine and her tongue started to feel the insides of my mouth. Then she and Manjula did a hot lesbian kiss for a long while. And all this time their hands were running down my pants.

“Let me show you the real treasure” said Manju as she unzipped my pants and pulled my fully erect lund out. Then they took turns at stroking my lund . Manju pulled back my foreskin and kissed the head of my cock. She then started to suck my cock. Archana removed her T-shirt and asked me to remove her bra by using my teeth. I did so and behold! The beautiful breasts which were being held back by the bra sprung forward I tasted and savoured and kissed them for a long while.

By then ,Manjula’s expert cock-sucking brought me close to cumming.

“I want you to swallow my cummmm…….”I told Manju.

“Yes, tonight I will feast on your cum.”, she said.

Just as those words left her mouth my cum spurted out in huge blobs into her mouth. She fed on it like a greedy animal. Archana and I kissed for a long time as Manjula cleaned my cock by licking it. Then I sat aside as Archana pounced on Manjula and kissed her hard on the lips. I stroked my lund as I watched them kissing each other as if there were no tomorrow. Archana literally tore open Manju’s shirt and bra and sucked on her breasts. They were both moaning in ecstasy. Both of them had removed their jeans and underwear. Manju started to play with Archana’s pubic hair as they kissed. Archana’s hands were busy moving over Manju’s buttocks. They both lay on the bed as they got heated up in passion. Then Archana slowly moved down on Manju’s body kissing and taking care of each art at a time. She then licked her choot and paid special attention to her clit. Manju grabbed the pillow and moaned loudly as she could not control her excitement. The very sight of this lesbian encounter made me cum and I cleaned it on Manju’s underwear. By then Manju had also orgasmed and she shook violently in the process. Then Archana sat up on the bed with her legs split wide apart and Manju signaled me to lick it. I buried my face deep between Archana’s thighs and inhaled the musk of her sex. I then brought her lit out of its hiding place and licked it. Then I put my tongue in between her pussy lips and started caressing it with my tongue. Manju sucked on Archana’s boobs and kissed her as she purred like a sex kitten.

Not able to control herself any longer, Archana begged, “Please fuck me Raj. I can’t take it any longer. Slam your rod into my pussy and tear me apart.”

Feeling aroused by her words, I placed my cock at the entrance of her pussy and pushed it in inch by inch. Her small pussy reluctantly opened up to my throbbing 9 inch dick. She screamed in mixed pain and pleasure as she was literally broken into two pieces.

“It’s okay Archana, look how beautiful our choot looks now. It is holding Raj’s lund so nicely." said Manju as she tried to calm Archana. I then began to fuck Archana’s pussy slowly and steadily. Slowly, she forgot her pain.

“Fuck me harder and deeper, Raj. Harder!!” said Archana and I started to ram my penis into her pussy. She also started to lift herself up a bit and move forward and backward to meet my thrusts.

“Oh yeeeeaaaahhhh! Fuck me good, Raj. Punish me for having challenged you. Punish me hard.” she said. Manju’s eyes were gleaming on seeing me fuck her cousin to death. Finally she said “Fuck me too, Raj. Give me what you are giving her.”. So I pulled my lund out of Archana’s choot and entered into Manju’s choot with full rage. She also squealed with excitement and Archana finger fucked her pussy while watching us. I bought Manju to an orgasm and then turned my attention back to Archana. After having brought her to an orgasm which she described to be the best in her whole lifetime. All this fuck session had also brought me close to cumming.

“I …..am …going to……cum…… aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!” I said as I pulled out of Archana’s choot. The two girls opened their mouths and sat eagerly in front of my lund and I splashed cum onto their faces and neck. Then they licked my lund clean and started licking my cum off each other’s body. Soon, after kissing each other for a while, we all fell asleep.

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I noticed her large shape from behind when I walked into the hot dog stand, but I paid little enough attention at first. A broad butt in a pair of jeans is hardly an unusual sight, and often heralds a middle-aged owner of little appeal even to one who knows the fun of rolling around in bed with a big girl, the skin-to-skin delights of a female who bounces and jiggles in all directions at once, the different sexual dynamic that takes place when the woman not only outweighs the man-- but can wrestle and pin him to the floor with her bountiful naked self. I studied the board, and it wasn't until she asked me "Can I take your order?" that I saw the olive skin, the dark eyes and hair, the shy, introverted expression of the round-faced 20-year-old in front of me.


The eyes caught me-- fetching but sad, I suspected, laughed at for her size and vaguely aware that working in a greasepit like this one wasn't exactly going to help matters. Now I looked her up and down, and melted. A perfectly firm, perfectly round, plump little morsel of overfed young femininity. Everything filled out, nothing sagging-- not the round globes under her apron, a little smaller than bowling balls, knocking about just as heavily; not the rolls of fat which spilled in T-shirt cotton over the jeans; not the trunk-like thighs. Oh, if only it were summer instead of winter, and those thighs were in shorts, while the breasts jiggled more loosely and I could sneak a glimpse of the spongy flesh around them up an armpit hole in the T-shirt when she passed a basket to a customer.

I ordered quickly, and stood there, nothing else to do, watching her as she dropped a basket of fries, then handled the hot dog I ordered, spreading the bun with her plump short fingers, slipping it in and slathering a stripe of juicy wet mustard up its side-- no, better not watch that quite so closely. I glanced at a newspaper headline as she finished, but smiled as pleasantly as I could when I took my food from her. She looked slightly perturbed-- how sad, if my appreciativeness struck her as odd, even unsettling. If it was so unfamiliar to her.

I told myself when I went back the next day that it was just for convenience, the place was close to the house, but I wasn't sorry when she was there again. I spoke to her this time, for a brief moment, though she was still shy.

This went on for a few weeks, and slowly I learned a little about her and she smiled a little more each time I came in. Her name was Ramona, she lived with an older sister, she'd gone to the high school near here... and no, she didn't have a boyfriend, she replied, as if it were a stupid question. I wanted to demonstrate why I didn't think so then and there, but I continued to hold off, and simply fantasized about holding her, rolling around with her, burying myself in the rolls of her flesh.

It was a night around Christmas that I struck up a conversation with her near closing time. It was already dark by the time they closed at seven, and since she'd already mentioned the street she lived on, I offered her a ride. She accepted casually, as if there couldn't be any ulterior motive. Along the way I suggested a local pub, and she agreed instantly-- now I began to think that she knew what I wanted, and might be willing.

We talked some more over a beer, and then I offered again to take her home, or... Ramona agreed that she should be getting home, and we got in my car, parked on a side street. She looked at me, I looked at her-- now or never. I leaned forward to kiss her and she grabbed my head, hungrily, our tongues sliding around each other, nuzzling her soft chubby double chin. Okay, so she'd figured out what I had in mind after all, and despite the no-boyfriend talk, she'd obviously done this before with somebody.

I reached around her for the first feel of that large tummy and backside, snuggling my front against those soft, squeezable melons. No protest, in fact a moan of delight, so I slipped a hand in under her sweatshirt and felt her sticky flesh for the first time. I ran a hand up to her bra, investigate what kind it was and how easily it would come off-- and then suddenly I was startled by something. A hand was grabbing my cock under my jeans, squeezing it, hunting for the zipper. Before I could say anything she zipped my zipper down, reached in and wrenched it out of its tight confinement-- then her head dropped down and her warm mouth slipped over the bulb, sucking my swollen cock for all it was worth.

I let her go for a minute-- my god, I wasn't going to stop this!-- and grabbed at whatever I could feel, one of those heavy melons straining at its bra. But this was going to be over too fast, and it wasn't what I wanted-- well, not in this order, anyway. Reluctantly, I stopped her.

"What?" Ramona asked. "I'm not doing it right?"

Well, you've clearly had practice somewhere, I wanted to say. "No, God, it's wonderful," I said, "but a little ahead-- um, I don't want to, you know, yet."

"What do you want to do?" she said, suddenly suspicious again.

"I don't just want to come real quick in my car. I want to make love to you, you know, everything," I said. To demonstrate what I meant, I kissed her again, slowly, while rubbing one of her mighty tits in a gentle circle.

"Usually guys just want to get off, and then they don't wanna be seen with me," she said. "Well, most guys are idiots," I said.

"I think you're incredibly sexy, Ramona, I've thought so the first time you looked at me in the hot dog place."

"Yeah, I could tell you were kinda starin' at me," she said.

"That isn't all I've been doing," I said, and pulled her toward me again.

We decided we could go back to her place-- her sister had had enough boyfriends, she said, she was entitled to one. If it made her happy to show me off, too, I was happy to oblige. Fortunately her sister wasn't there at the time, so the instant we were inside the door she was on me again, sucking my tongue and undoing my pants.

We went into her bedroom. Now she was smiling, sweetly and mysteriously, and it blew me away. She pulled up her sweatshirt, revealing that vast expanse of belly and the balloons fighting to escape from her bra. I took off my shirt and felt her belly surround mine, then grabbed her heavy tits under the fabric and moved them around. She moaned and I undid the bra, which practically fired off of her straining chest like a rubber band. As soon as it was out of the way I buried my face between her bulging breasts, squeezing those heavy balloons around my face, then slathering each cork-sized nipple with a generous slurp of my tongue. Her head jerked back in delight—they might have been felt up before, but I was sure no one had ever worshiped those bouncing jelly-mounds the way I was.

Next I pressed my face into her soft belly, rooting downward to the snap of her jeans. I reached to unsnap them and she practically tore them off. Grabbing a full handful of her round rump in each hand, I nuzzled the scratchy hair under her panties, then slipped them off as I got a musky whiff of the hot, wet place inside them. She stood only in her white cotton socks, a fetching sight, such a bountiful display of womanhood in such a little tomboyish article of clothing. But I couldn't leave them on-- not when there were little piggy-toes to kiss at the end of her thick trunk legs.

She lay down at last on the futon cushion, only inches off the floor. Her legs spread slightly to reveal a thin stripe of slick pink in between, and I quickly yanked off my clothes, then started at the bottom-- kissing and licking the toes, then running my cheek along sturdy calves big enough to reach both hands around. Her legs were freshly shaved-- had she had a premonition to keep them that way for me? Then I licked up the thighs, their softly undulating flab, and as I did I saw her finger creep toward her clit, revealing itself in pink in its garden of black grass. Allow me, I thought, and I flicked my tongue along the very edge of her lip-folds.

For a moment I thought her sister had walked in or something-- the shriek she let out was more than I expected to induce. But I knew I was on the right track because a moment later I felt her grab the back of my head and my nose was smashed into the slimy, steaming flesh in front of me. I wriggled loose enough to get air and began a series of long slow licks from the place where her ass cheeks squeezed together (plenty of time for that later) to the glowing pink bud at eye level. As I picked up the pace, smearing my face with her fishy ooze, she moaned and wriggled, finally letting out a series of fire alarm squeals and clamping those vast thighs around my head, tongue locked in place-- for what she might well decide should be forever, I thought.

But after a few moments of shuddering and sighing, she relaxed, thighs spread open and dripping. I scooped up a handful of her wetness and spread it on one of the massive tits that rested at the side like a just-broken egg. She grabbed the fingers and hungrily sucked them into her mouth as I licked her taste off of her breast. Secretly, I was thrilled that she had no objection to the taste of a woman's juices; that boded well for the things I had in mind.

As I leaned over her, licking that tit, my cock seemed to be about to seek out and plunge into its own comfortable spot for the afternoon, so I started to reach for the condoms in my pants pocket. When she saw what I had in my hand, though, she made a sort of piggy grunting sound of displeasure. What, I thought, after having my cock in your mouth and after that (if I do say so myself) yeoman job of cunnilingus, you don't want a fuck? I was surprised and not entirely pleased. Before I could voice the thought, however, her ass rose up from the futon and her sopping, red-hot pussy seemed to open up and grab my cock and engulf it, condomless.

"I want you all the way inside me," she said. I tried to hold off getting into the action, not easy with the massive expanse of female flesh that was now bucking beneath me, eyes rolling and teeth gnashing.

"I don't want to get you in any trouble--"

"I'm taking the pills," she said.

That took me aback. "How long-- long have you known I-- I wanted you," I gasped, in between thrusts that seem to toss me into the air and then land me flat against her belly and thighs like a wrestler hitting the mat.

"I didn't-- ayyyyowwweeh-- know until tonight," she said. "But I've been thinking about it for weee-- eeeyeeeh!-- weeks."

I plowed my crotch into her spongy pubes, grabbed onto her huge tits for traction and sucked her tongue deep into mine as my cock exploded. To think of all the time we'd been wasting!

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Over the next few weeks Ramona and I did everything-- she finished that blowjob, greedily sucking ropes of cum from my cock and letting them run down her chin and puddle on her round Buddha belly; I ate her out after sex and smeared our mingled goos across our faces together; we spent hours in the shower together, soaping her huge tits and belly up, rubbing my cock in the crack of her ass; and when it was time to leave she would push me down and jack me off one last time, then smear the little she could get out of me across those round bouncing tits. When I'd see her at the hot dog place, she'd get a sudden wanton look in her eye, and forget the orders she'd just taken as she made lascivious faces at me, licking imaginary bits of cum out of the corner of her mouth and rubbing her thighs together as she stood there. It got to be obvious enough that I took to meeting her there only at the end of her shift.

One morning before her shift, however, I came over to her place and she was crying. I immediately went to console her, sitting on the bed next to her and hugging her, feeling her braless tits bouncing under the cotton shirt. "What's wrong," I asked, as she absent-mindedly turned and immediately sucked my tongue about half out of its root.

"My sister-- that bitch!" she said, as her T-shirt went flying over her head.

"Whaffshedoof," I mumbled as my face buried itself in those spongy globes. I had an idea what she was going to say; I had gotten the impression that her sister, Alicia, didn't like me and disapproved of the hours we spent in Ramona's bedroom, groaning and screaming and filling the air with the smell of sex.

"She says I'm just your whore, and a normal sized guy will only fuck a fat girl because I'm easy," Ramona replied as she yanked my pants off in one mighty jerk, and her warm lips went hungrily around the head of my cock.

"That's ridiculous," I said as I turned to unbuckle her pants and started chewing my way down through her lush black triangle. "Can't she tell that I'm just YOUR whore?" I said as I jerked her legs open and stuck my tongue straight into her slit, dry for a second, but quickly flooding with juices, my saliva and her sweet musk.

"I'm serious," she said, pausing to taker her lips off my cock. I took the opportunity to dig my way down deeper and split her ass-cheeks open, then sent my tongue rooting in the tight wrinkles of her hole-- the first time I'd plunged that far. "Oh my God, what are you doing?" she said.

"I'm licking your asshole, obviously," I said, and began tickling the tight wet hole with my finger as I talked. "If that isn't proof that I worship you and you're so much more than just a fabulous fuck-- though you are that too." Bloink! I slipped a finger past the tight ring, and she moaned incoherently, gripping my leg as her massive ass nearly slammed shut on my face. "She's just jealous because of the incredible 4th of July fireworks she hears in her every day. She wishes a bony-ass dry-pussy little bitch like her--"

"Shuddup and lick my ass," Ramona moaned, and as I put my tongue back to work on her spicy bunghole I suddenly felt my own legs being split wide open and her face wiggling between them. Her tongue went to work on my hole for a moment, and then suddenly my ass was on fire as what had to be two, Jesus, maybe three of her chubby little fingers split me wide open. "Oh shit," I cried.

"What, stop?"

"No, shit, you already did it-- just-- oh, what the fuuuu-uuuu-uuuuuck," I said as she continued tearing me a new asshole, I continued licking her brown hole, and my cock, rubbing against the tits that slapped against my hips with every thrust, splattered all over her stomach like a watermelon hitting the sidewalk.

After laying on top of her, twitching, for a few moments, I unscrewed my ass from her hand and turned myself around, nuzzling her as I rubbed the pool of cum on her broad tummy. "Anyway, if you're going to be my whore, you might as well get some of the traditional benefits of the job out of it," I said.

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Trevor stood in front of the mirror and closely examined his face… he didn't shave as per Beth's request, but he made sure that he was sparkling clean and smelling good, and he tightened the belt that held the terry cloth robe covering him as he walked away.

He stepped from the warm bathroom and paced slowly across the hardwood floor of the hallway to the living room. He stepped onto the carpet and down into the recessed area in front of the fireplace, stretching out leisurely on the camel-colored sectional sofa that wrapped cozily around the room soaking up the fire's warmth as he waited excitedly for Beth's arrival. She had promised him something special since it was the start of his vacation.

He heard the bell sound and glanced out the sliding glass doors at the side of the room to see that it was indeed Beth's car in the drive.

He opened the door slowly and leaned against it in what he thought was a sexy GQ kind of pose, and then gave an embarrassed laugh and straightened up when he realized she wasn't alone. Beth's throaty chuckle ran along his nerve endings and the scent of her tickled his nostrils as she brushed past with a friend in tow.

"Trevor, this is Suzy. She came over to help me with your surprise," her voice tinkled with laughter as she indicated the redhead beside her.

He took a moment to examine the redheaded Suzy and he nodded his approval. She was petite with a tiny waist and small high breasts that pressed out against her tight pink sweater, and softly rounded hips that filled her jeans tightly. She was a small package of dynamite if the long auburn curls and sparkling sherry-colored eyes were anything to go by.

He glanced over at Beth and her dancing blue eyes smiled up into his as she tossed her blonde curls back and pointed at the package she carried in her hand.

He glanced down the length of her full curves to see that she carried what looked like a large tackle box. He glanced up questioningly and she giggled as she leaned up to kiss his lips quickly and fiercely.

"C'mon Big Boy! " she said as she tugged his robe belt and pulled him back toward the living room.

"Suzy get the stereo on," Beth pointed toward the wall unit as she turned the lights down.

"Are you ready for your surprise?" She asked as she set the tackle box down and urged him down onto the sectional, straddling his hips with her legs as she slid onto his lap.

"I sure am, Baby," he said as his hands cupped her ass through her jeans and he leaned close to nibble at her neck where he knew she was particularly sensitive. She gasped and pulled back.

"This is for you… but at my pace," she said as she slid off of him and stood in front of him so that all he could see was her. He heard cabinet doors in the kitchen and then the sound of running water and glanced questioningly up at Beth.

She just smiled and moved her hands to the bottom of her tight sheer white blouse, her long red nails glinting in the firelight. She pulled it upwards slowly, teasingly and exposed the sheer white lace bra that did little to cover her perky dusky colored nipples. She did a little shimmy as she reached to undo her jeans. And slid her hands inside and down her hips, easing the denim down to her ankles, and then gracefully stepped out of them bending over to pick them up so that her ass faced up toward him, causing him to feel some arousal stirring under the robe on his lap.

From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Suzy easing down the stairs into the room with a bowl of water in her hand. She bent to place it on the table near where he sat and as she stood up she winked at him and cupped Beth's full left tit in her hand squeezing the nipple until it hardened . She chuckled at Beth's gasp and turned to grin at Trevor.

By now he was almost fully hard and he leaned back appreciatively as Suzy leaned down to untie his robe and peel it back, helping him to slide it from his arms. When it lay beneath him, she winked at him again and leaned down to slide her tongue across his right nipple before straightening and standing beside Beth.

Beth slipped her arm around Suzy's shoulders and laughed softly as she took in the puzzled, but aroused look in Trevor's brown eyes.

"You told me your fantasy was to be with two women, and Beth is my neighbor. We talked about it when the topic came up in conversation and she was kind of interested in both of us, so I invited her to help me," Beth explained as she stroked Suzy's hair back from her face," Isn't she a cutie, Trevor?"

Both women giggled as he groaned and his eyes closed seductively, " Dammit Beth, you are going to be the death of me!"

Beth reached down and took the hem of Suzy's sweater in her hands and pulled it up to expose the tiny brown nipples of her tits.

She tossed the sweater to the side, and ran her hands down over the smooth flesh of Suzy's nipples and squeezed the tiny mounds firmly in her hands as she spoke over her shoulder, " What do you think Trevor, are they enough for us?" and she bent to run her tongue lightly over each one as Suzy and Trevor groaned in unison.

"What?" Beth chuckled as she turned to Trevor.

Suzy shrugged out of her jeans until she stood wearing only a tiny black thong that clung tightly to her ass as she wet her hands and smoothed them over Trevor's face. Beth took out a razor from her tackle box and placed it beside the water while she squirted Suzy's hands full of shaving cream. Suzy gazed deeply into Trevor's eyes as she caressed the foam into his skin and beard. She moved to one side of him on the sofa and Beth came to the other side with the razor and a towel.. she firmly pressed the razor to his neck and scraped upward, smiling at the satisfying sound of the scrape of the beard giving way to smooth skin.

He closed his eyes at the warmth of the breasts pressing against him on both sides and swallowed before opening his eyes to see Suzy leaning across him to take Beth's face in her hands and kissing her passionately, her tongue sliding into Beth's mouth. It turned him on completely and he was instantly hard. Beth pulled back and smiled at him as she licked her lips and washed the last of the foam from his face.

He started to get up , but they both moved to push him back down and Beth grabbed the back of his head to pull his mouth into hers and kiss him deeply, slipping her tongue along his dueling with him as he squeezed her tits rhythmically feeling the scrape of the lace against his palms.

She slid down to her knees and leaned over to kiss Suzy's closest thigh as she lightly slapped her ass and said, "C'mon down and help me here."

Beth leaned down and took his cock in her hands licking it all over while she cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed them gently. Suzy moved to wet him down and Beth shook the can of shaving cream up spraying him with it liberally and massaging it into the hair on his balls and surrounding his cock..

He held his breath as Suzy leaned over to lick his navel and flick her tongue across his cockhead, while Beth shaved the intimate hair from his body until he could feel the air brushing his exposed skin.

They tugged at his legs and hips until they pulled him to the edge and his hips were hanging off the edge allowing access to his entire sensitive are.

He groaned loudly when he felt a tongue slide across his asshole and begin rimming it while Suzy's mouth slid down his cock, her tiny lips encasing him tightly. She only took him halfway, but her tongue danced around his length as she pumped in and out, on top of the tongue dancing in and out of his asshole, nearly lifted him from the sofa in ecstasy.

He only caught glimpses of Beth's blonde locks between his thighs, but he also saw her hand slipping back and forth between Suzy's legs. He was surprised that his conservative Beth would go to such lengths to please him, but he was in such a state of arousal that he didn't dare wonder at it right then.

Beth moved from beneath him and straddled his chest, pulling the white lace of her thong to the side and pressing her wet slit so that it danced above his mouth and a drop of her juices dropped onto his outstretched tongue.

He reached up and grasped her hips grinding them onto his lips and teeth as he circled her clit and nibbled it firmly as her juices flowed and coated his lips and chin.

He felt her scream rumble through her as she grasped the back of the sofa and pressed her dripping snatch down onto his face. When he felt the orgasm slamming through her, he felt himself nearing his.

Beth climbed off and moved down to lick his balls as Suzy finished him off, he felt his load shoot out and saw it spray onto both of their waiting lips. The sight stimulated him so that he came more than he had thought he could.

Beth sat back and watched as Suzy licked him clean. When he lay back replete and clean, Suzy leaned over and unfastened Beth's lace bra, letting her large breasts spill onto her chest freely. Suzy looked at Beth questioningly and seeing the answer she sought in her face, she put her mouth to the left nipple sucking fiercely so that it pulled her breast out and it hung suspended between Suzy's mouth and the chest wall. Beth dug her nails in the auburn curls and arched her neck back groaning her pleasure.

Suzy reached a hand down and slid a finger under the lace along Beth's wet slit. Beth gasped and moaned, "yes.. oh yes… I want you to taste me" as she pressed Suzy's head down her body. Suzy obliged and pushed Beth down onto her belly on the sofa. She dragged the sodden panties from Beth and then slid hers down and tossed them aside allowing Trevor to see that while Beth's pussy lips were bare as always, Suzy had a full red bush that matched her long curls.

Trevor felt his prick stir again at the sight of the two women in such an intimate position. Suzy pressed Beth's legs farther apart and spread her lips to delve her tongue along the wet exposed clit and then down along the inner lips that were swollen and visibly aroused. He caught sight of Beth digging her nails into the cushions as her hips rose and fell rhythmically against Suzy's talented tongue and the finger that was rimming her little brown hole.

He began to pump his cock lightly as Beth's face reddened and her scream broke loose as she convulsed with her second orgasm. When her body relaxed again she moved against Suzy's mouth and in an unspoken agreement, they moved to the carpet near Trevor's feet and into a 69 position.

He pumped speedily as he saw his Beth's tongue slide into the red bush covering Suzy's dripping pussy. The aroma of sex teased his nostrils and he worked his cock as he watched fingers and tongues spreading the slits that were rightly his.

As the groans began to build, he watched closely as the writing bodies convulsed on each other. He moved into more of a sitting position and grinned as he saw them move to embrace.. and kiss their mingled juices on their cheeks and lips. Suzy massaged Beth's nipples and they hardened again.

Trevor stepped up behind Beth and gently caressed her shoulders, his cock bouncing against her spine. She turned and took him in her mouth her wet cheeks sliding against his thighs as she gazed deeply into his eyes. He buried his hands in her hair and as her talented mouth moved in its familiar rhythm along his cock as he heard Suzy move to rest on the sofa behind him.

He pulled back and helped Beth up then leaned down to kiss her deeply. He squeezed her breasts and began to twist her nipples between his fingers as he tasted the mingled juices of the women on her lips. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass lifting her slightly so that his cock rested between her wet bare lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist.

He turned and placed her on the sofa so he could spread her legs wide at her sides and then placed his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He looked into her hooded eyes and slid deeply into her wet passage.

He slid slowly back out and then plunged fully into her releasing a groan from both their throats. Suzy moved around and leaned over the back of the sofa so that her mouth was within easy reach of his mouth.

She reached back and pulled her lips apart and he pressed his mouth to her, sucking the sweet nectar from her as he drilled Beth with deep full strokes, feeling her tight cunt pressed tightly around his hard cock with each stroke. He could feel the wetness increasing around his cock and he felt Suzy flood her juice onto his mouth as she screamed his name and nearly fell from the sofa.

He began to rock harder and deeper into Beth and Suzy moved from in front of him as he closed his eyes at the sheer goodness of it all. He jerked slightly when he felt the tongue flick across his cock where it entered Beth and then the finger wrapped around his balls and he saw Beth's eyes darken as Suzy fingered her clit for her.

A red haze glazed his eyes and he collapsed onto Beth filling her with his hot boy juice so that it overflowed and spilled onto Suzy's waiting tongue. As the steamy cum shot into her tight hole, Beth let loose with a climax that out did them all as she screamed and dug her nails into his back, leaving small gashes for him to remember her.

He kissed her forehead and fell to the side watching as Suzy licked them both clean. She moved up beside him and he closed his arm around her and kissed her on the forehead.

"Baby, did you like your surprise?" Beth asked as she cuddled into him.

He chuckled softly, and whispered," oh it was bearable, but next time. I want to do the shaving… for you guys."

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Honestly, I never thought group sex was something I would participate in. I almost considered it science-fiction. I mean, really, threesomes and moresomes are just the storybook world of porn movies, right?

Life has taught me different. Like last week while my cock was pushing inside Brenda and her lover Sandra did what she could to encourage me.

"Yeah, Rob. Fuck her. Fuck her pussy, you like that?" she whispered in my ear.

Not that I needed much encouragement, but hey, nothing wrong with cheerleading.

Looking at Sandra in the blue light of my living room, her teeth biting her bottom lip; her left hand on the small of my back pushing me into her friend -- her right hand maneuvering from her round breasts to her shaved pussy and clit.

So either threesomes are not just the realm of science fiction, or I'm Han Solo with the luck of Peter North.

When I was younger and first living in Southern California, I had a threesome weekend with two of my female friends from a Santa Monica coffee house. I was 22, they were both 19.

At the time, I figured it was just that California lifestyle, and I wasn't going to complain. The three of us spent the weekend in my apartment, and something sexual was always going on during those three days. I didn't tell anybody -- I'm not much of a braggart. It was obvious I'd been well-fucked that weekend, and some coworkers denoted as much, but I kept the details secret.

But I was told to recount my most recent experience -- Brenda and Sandra want to read about it.

I had moved back to Muncie, Indiana after a few years in St. Louis and was enrolled in a math class at Ball State -- a class I didn't want at all. I think I'd rather fuck a cactus than pontificate about cosigns and square-roots. But it was a class I needed for my degree -- so I took it with a mixture of hesitation and motivation to work for my major.

Brenda and Sandra sit side-by-side at the desk behind me. We spoke often, and throughout the first two weeks of class, I was the standby for smart-ass humor.

Both are very pretty. Brenda is 25, wavy brunette hair to her shoulder with bright eyes, while Sandra was 30, with long straight sandy-blonde hair. They were neighbors and longtime friends who decided to take the course so they could work toward their college degrees together.

Sandra has an inch or two on Brenda in height. Both are very busty. Breast size has never been a major factor to me, but they are both at least D cup for those who "must" know. And both -- like me -- are very flirtatious. Everything is a sexual innuendo. Everything's Freudian.

With the first test approaching, they asked if the three of us could study together. So I threw my dirty clothes in a closet, lit some candles to freshen up the scent of "single-guy apartment" and had the duo over for "math-talk."

Of course, we weren't getting much studying done -- we were just talking about crazy experiences. Brenda was thumbing her way through a book of old poems I had written when she stumbled upon some erotica I'd also scribed with an ex-girlfriend.

"Wow, Sandra. You need to read this."

I laughed. I'm open about my sexuality, and wasn't ashamed of it. Both of the girls read through the story "Autograph" and looked at me in a different light. I sat back on my couch, Brenda sat much closer to me -- and Sandra was sitting in front of us.


"You know she and I are more than just friends, Rob?" Brenda asked.

"Now I do," I laughed, the chemistry between their eyes as visible as the growing bulge in my jeans.

"You've had a threesome before?"

"Yes. It's been a while."

"Would you like another?" Brenda quizzed, leaning toward me more.

"That is completely up to you two," I responded.

The three of us spoke for 20 more minutes, joking around, flirting. I extended my right leg so it was touching Sandra's thigh, while Brenda's leg laid on mine. Half-joking, half-serious, I wondered about the previously mentioned threesome.

"Um, you know, Sandra's still on the floor."

"Yes she is. Get up here," Brenda said to her friend. Brenda paused in shyness -- so I decided to see if the two were really aroused, or just having fun and being flirtatious. I kissed Brenda on the lips for a moment, then leaned down and kissed Sandra on her lips. Shortly after that, the three of us were all on my couch, kissing and touching.

Brenda and I kissed, both of us sliding our hands into Sandra's shorts.

"You're wearing panties?" Brenda laughed. "You never wear panties."

"Just a fluke," Sandra snickered. Our fingers ran along her thighs, and I pressed my thumb against her clit with my palm on her pussy. She leaned down and bit softly into my shoulder and neck. Sandra and I then attacked Brenda, kissing her lips, neck, and massaging her body.

"Okay," Brenda spoke up. "Everyone has way too much clothing on still."

I stood up in front of the two.

"I'll take off whatever anyone else takes off," Sandra decided.

Calmly, but without hesitation, I took off my T-shirt. Sometimes I'm self-conscious about myself. I'm in good -- but not great -- shape. But hell, if the challenge is stripping, and two girls are participating -- I'll take the dare. Brenda lost her shirt next, and Sandra took off hers. I did the same with my jeans, and in moments the three of us were much less clothed.

Brenda and I returned to our touching of Sandra -- we both kissed her lips, and then her breasts, and again her lips and neck. Bras were pulled and pawed off, and as I lowered my lips to Sandra's panties, Sandra's fingers briskly moved against Brenda's clit and pussy. I pulled her panties to the side and sucked hard on Sandra's clit and pussy, looking up to the two lovers as they touched as kissed. I love giving oral, and felt Sandra's body shake in intensity with the sensations against her clit and from the kissing of her nipples.

"I want sex," Sandra squeaked, spreading her legs more.

I stood up and grabbed a condom from a ready-stash I have in my living room -- Always Prepared, baby. :) I ran my cock along Sandra's soaking pussy and began pushing slowly inside as Brenda watched. Brenda continued to play with her lover and with me, leaning over and kissing my mouth and chest while Sandra and I fucked. We enjoyed missionary for about ten minutes -- with either my or Brenda's hand constantly manipulating Sandra's breasts or clit.

She enjoyed an orgasm while holding one of my hands and one of Brendas' -- then she looked at us.

"I want Lion style," Sandra said, referring to a part of one of my erotica stories which used the term lion style instead of doggy style. "And I want to taste you," she said to Brenda.

I pulled Sandra off the couch while Brenda opened her legs in front of her lover. Again, I pushed into her body's passion while Sandra moved from Brenda's breasts to her clit and pussy -- pressing her face hard into her friend's passion. I pressed forward as much as I could and ran my tongue along Brenda's leg.

I slammed harder into Sandra, provoking a second much-louder, much more intense cumming which my body felt through the protection.

"Yeah, that feels great. That feels fucking great," Sandra breathed.

The warmth and wetness of her pussy was gleaning against my waist in moisture. Brenda's arms wrapped around her breasts momentarily like she was trying to conserve heat -- it was the sign that her climax was near and Sandra knew it, lapping deep into her lover as I ran my fingers along Brenda's legs. She shook and came, and I leaned down to kiss Sandra's lips, wet with Brenda's flowing nectar. Brenda's body that had been so constricted seconds before was now looking like a boxer who had been knocked out on the ground, sweating, breathing hard, with her limbs in various places around her.

"Damn, girl. You are wet," Sandra told Brenda.

"I know. I so know," she exhaled.

I withdrew my still hard cock from Sandra. I'm not a sex-god, but I also make sure to control my own orgasms. I love feeling a woman climax -- and only after I know she is well-satisfied will I think about my own desire to cum. It takes a little control, but I think it is worth it in my life.

Realizing I was still able to go, Sandra pushed Brenda's legs open to my waist and Brenda's hand traced the sweat from the middle of my chest to my abdomen as I sank my erection into her slowly, making sure she was physically and emotionally receptive to the sex. I leaned over and kissed her as Brenda moved to my left side and watched us while she rested on her knees.

My hands held onto Brenda's breasts -- pinching her nipples, massaging the rising of her chest while I pushed into her.

"You're big," she said.

"I'm average size," I grinned. "I'm like seven or eight inches hard, pretty average."

"You're bigger than I'm used to -- and you're bigger than average."

The compliment pleased me, but wasn't sure how much validity there was to it. But I slowed down as she tried to get used to my size. We fucked each other for a while, not keeping track of the time -- just enjoying the sensations. Brenda came twice while we made love -- and Sandra showed her voyeuristic side as she watched the two of us.

She leaned over to me, her teeth gnashing along my shoulder and neck.

"You like that, huh, Rob? Like fucking her nice, tight pussy?"

I nodded my head in agreement, enjoying the feeling of good sweat between the three of us.

"Yeah, Rob. Fuck her. Fuck her pussy, you like that?" she whispered in my ear.

"Feels amazing."

I pushed back against her and began fucking Brenda even harder, withdrawing and pushing in as hard as I could and she exploded into another climax -- surely disturbing my neighbors and probably their neighbors to the far side as well.

"Yeah," Sandra said. "God, she is so wet. She's not usually this wet," she said of her lover.

I pulled my cock from her pussy and sat back onto my floor, looking at the two lovers -- one sprawled on my couch, the other looking at me as she leaned against my coffee table. We'd enjoyed about an hour of sex and were all sweating profusely. Brenda lowered herself to the floor, and the three of us sat naked, me on one side, the two of the on the other. My two legs were between their legs as we sat and joked around and enjoyed the sensations. My penis took a break for a few minutes as we spoke, but Sandra's hand soon took a hold of it, and lightly pulled it back to erection.

During the next hour, the three of us enjoyed more sex -- at one point, Brenda and I kissed long and hard while Sandra gave me head, while at another, Brenda sucked on my cock while Sandra stood in back of me and watched. Brenda turned around and I sank my cock into her doggystyle. I pounded my entire body into her as she screamed in (hopefully) pleasure. Again, Sandra encouraged the activities on. Like earlier, she sat on her knees and used one hand to finger herself while I felt her right hand on my ass, pushing my body into her friend.

"Fuck her. Fuck her harder."

I did, announcing I was about to cum -- and did just that -- feeling like my spine was being shot through my cock as I exploded inside Brenda's pussy. I collapsed on top of her -- she and I looking at each other with an aura of ecstasy along our bodies.

"Enjoy?" I asked.

"Yes ... hell yes," she answered.

"Yes indeed," Sandra added.

"Good. So good," I commented.

The three of us will get together again -- and even just one-on-one has been okayed by the two lovers. Brenda wants me to visit her tonight -- and I don't see why not.

And, honestly, it's about time that math gave me something rather than a headache. Two lovers for 30 years of math pain is not too bad of an exchange.

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