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450 Before going in! pt1Before going in! pt1They had been living together for just 16days, he was John, and at 18 was waiting to go off into the army, he had completed the paperwork and the medical and all that stuff and was now just waiting for a date to go off into training camp, it was a pain. He was into the third week in digs with Anne, and to be honest, they made a strange sort of couple, he, six feet of young energetic but inexperienced youth, a keen swimmer, fit bright and full of eager hormones. His parents had retired to Spain, hence his need for digs, he could have picked anywhere, but no he jammed a pin in the list of accommodation, local to the training camp and bingo he picked this one. She, over the telephone, had rented him a room, it had turned out to be homely, tidy and with a shared bathroom, home cooked meals, his laundry done, and the shared use of her sitting room!She said call me Anne, and had turned out to be a divorcee, hubby Tony having found his assistant more to his taste, the fact the assistant was a man named Jake, had rather added insult to injury! Disillusioned, the poor woman had rented out a room, first to an Irish gravedigger, who turned out to be a drunk, and she had had to send him on his way, she then for the last two years, she had had students, all girls, the last leaving at the end of the spring term for the summer break. So, this was to be a short term let, just during the summer holiday just as a fill in to keep the cash flowing!Anne turned out to be, a motherly gorgeous blonde-haired woman, pleasantly plump but in no way fat, about 40, five feet ten or eleven, with a good sized bust. And she had what John would call a smackable base! They hit it off from day one, John taking to her easily and drooling at the lovely creature on first sight.Her meals were simple and tasty, and he found her easy to talk with, or to listen too, hanging slack jawed on her every word she being such a friendly woman. By the second week he found she was opening her heart to him, explaining her being single, even hinting that she “hadn’t had a man for few long years!” now this was music to Johns ears, as he had had a very few girlfriends and despite his best try`s he hadn`t really scored a goal as yet, oh Blow jobs, yes and the odd fingerful, but knickers off, ‘all the way sex’, had so far been what others did! So, he became determined to woo his landlady, though he had little idea how, he of course hoping to get at least some fun before the military had his energy. He slipped in in conversation that he didn’t have a regular girlfriend, and about an hour later that he liked older women! His parents having retired to Spain, and he not speaking the language had had little chance with local women, only with the holiday makers from the UK, and there had been precious few of those, it being late Autumn when they moved out there! He explained that he wasn’t keen on the place, Anne telling him she would have loved a holiday out there and laughing, he offering her his room in his folks villa anytime! With no work, and time heavy on his hands he took to swimming to keep fit, spending most of his first few days in the pool at the local lido, hopeful of finding a female but they were either at work or school. Each day returning late afternoon to his room, hopeful of the letter telling him when to report, and hungry for his evening meal which he would eat with the gorgeous Anne. After the meal most evening`s they sat in front of the TV, watching mindless drivel, or the repeats but it was better that than the solitude of his room, and a broken wrist wanking over dreams of his most attractive landlady who as the days passed he found his eye gladdening towards big-time. Truth be told hers was already softening towards him, but neither were wanting to start anything He of course needing the digs and her needing the lodger and the income, so neither wished to rock the boat for fear of the other being upset and causing a rift. Things changed when a definite date arrived, the letter said, just three more weeks and just as he expected, to report to the camp just up the road! She shared his joy, though with somewhat kurtköy escort mixed feelings, oh it fitted in well, it gave her two weeks break then before the two student girls returned, but she had a motherly spot developing for the lad, if not a more sexual one and she would miss him!Things moved on a step now he had this definite date, though he was still groping for a way in with her that would not cause him sadness and luckily it was her who took the bull by the horns in the end, decided that it must be up to her to move it on or it wouldn’t ever happen.So, suddenly in the middle of a reshowing of Dixon of dock green, she said, “Look John, we have come to know one another enough for me to ask, and be honest with me, tell me to mind my own if you like but… are you gay?” Amazed she could even think such a thing he exclaimed he “most definitely was not!” She asked why then he had no girlfriend? A tad red of face he said, “he had had girlfriends, but he was not ready for a steady relationship, and that he didn’t want complications this near his induction.” She left it a while then said to his horror, “are you a virgin then?” his mouth fell open, then hesitantly thinking ‘what the hell in for a penny…’he said “well…I spose… nearly, I`ve come close a couple of times, blow jobs and that But …well it never got that far, so technically…no, well yes, I am still a virgin!”She smiled, then to his amazement said, ”Girls today, don’t know they are born…in my day we had no young men they were all at the war, and when they were available we mopped them up like tea in a sponge cake, you never knew…well life expectancy wasn’t that high shall we say!”He had lost interest in Dixon by now, the conversation was getting more to his liking and he was hoping for more, lots more, and was wondering where this would take them. “yes Anne, but I can understand girls not wanting to get pregnant, on little more than a one night stand, it ruins lives and I don’t want to be stuck with any old wife and a k**, though I would love to enjoy a lass, it`s just not worth the risks.”She smiled, said that was true enough adding, “but there is such things as condoms nowadays, and there more reliable than them old French letters we used to have!”He grinned, then said pointedly, well I really needed a more mature lady who would help me with my shyness, but I don’t know any!” “Would you really like an old girl like me then?” a leading question if ever one had been put, so he grinned, and said, “Of course…” then with a hopeful grin he asked, “why do you know of one then?” She regarded his cheeky grin seriously, then said slowly and deliberately, “I dried up a while ago, so I don’t need Condoms and I resigned myself to not getting sex ever again, men are not interested in old birds like me anymore, but if your serious perhaps we could come to some mutual arrangement…” she smiled as his face brightened and he took in what she had said,Then she said you need to be discrete though, I don’t want the whole neighbourhood knowing…” For John, all his birthdays had arrived at once, he nodded his promissory agreement and under the soft light of the standard lamp and behind the closed curtains in this flat above the d****rs, in the high street, then the landlady and her tenant kissed softly and very gently for the first time. His eager hands found her well encased bust, and she smiled. “look John, I am hardly dressed for a first date am I, sat here in my working clothes, and to teach you, well I should like it to be memorable for you so how would it be if I went and got changed, for you.You finish watching Dixon and then you come to my room ok?” That agreed he awaited on her bedroom door closing behind her and quickly popped into his own room to spruce himself and splash a bit of aftershave about. Then to the bathroom to empty the bladder. Hardly had the closing credits of the program finished than the light was off, and the little dot on the tv screen vanishing as he near bounded to her door, knocking on her call of “come in if you really want too” had his shaking hand opening her door, and letting himself into her room. Her tidy maltepe escort bedroom, curtains drawn, now was now bathed in the soft light of twin bedside lights, the smell of lavender, newly sprayed, permeated the air, as she lay barefoot on the gold bedspread, a wispy pale green nightdress, covering the shapely body, nipples protruding against thin satin, strangely not to her front as in the pictures of tits he had seen, her recently combed hair tidy now, along with just a tad of make up to perfect her smiling and welcoming look.Losing his direction at this to him divine vision, he stood mouth agape, until he became aware of her voice telling him to “come here my John, I want you nearly as much as you need to have me!” it was the truth, and in a daze, he shuffled to the bedside, amazed at his luck, his hands suddenly finding new life as he began to tear off his clothing. Her smile broadened, and she whispered, “steady, I am not going to run off …I promise!” With a gentle hand on his, she stopped him from ripping off the last items his socks and pants. The socks went, then down to his ‘y’ fronts, their eyes meeting as she swung herself to face him,Her hands reaching to his lithe hips, then they kissed, hot and passionate, his hands caressing the soft orbs of her hidden breasts, hers easing this last item of his clothing downwards, the throbbing appendage springing up as the clothing released it. Her eyes jerking to the hot throbbing tool, young vibrant and six or perhaps seven inches and thicker than two fingers together, its uncut head dribbling precum like a small tap. She shuddered with excitement. It had been a long time since she had touched one, tasted one, or loved one. She caressed it, gently, like it was some fantastic fragile prize, her left hand found the soft bag of balls swollen and full, just waiting for release. She bent to kiss the tip, her tongue playing in the foreskin, his eyes rolling back as the sensation overtook him… her body could wait, he would she knew savour it later… she needed the tribute that he knew would soon arrive, led on by her own wonderful ministrations. She knew too it would be a case of getting this first orgasm out of the way, it would save mess from anything premature and he would last oh so much longer, and she wanted sex, a man, not a vibrator or the fingers that she had survived with this last year or two. She sensed the event, even before he did, that tiny twitch, the tightening of those balls the ejaculate moving along the shaft, and then his groan as his hot seed flooded her tongue. Memories flooded her brain, as now seed flooded her mouth, and her cheeks bulged, desperately trying to drink down the copious amount this eager virgin was spewing forth.His cry of “Wow’ told her she had not lost the knack, all those years with Tony, all those pints of his seed he had had her swallow, and not only seed. He had used her for his personal toilet, having her swallow his offering of urine, on pain of a punishment if she so much as spilled anything, and she had put up with it for years, loving him as she had, a brief smile flew across her face as she wondered if his now beloved lover, Jake would wear it, as well as she had.She squeezed the last dribble from him, then sat up her tongue licking her lips, before she kissed him once more, then asking… “better?” His whole-body language said he was, as he assured her that “No girl he had played with, had ever given him a blow like that, it was amazing, wonderful , beyond belief!” her laugh was like silver, then she imitated Al Jolson, and exclaimed “you ain`t seen nothing yet” he laughed and kissed her again, then said, “No Anne, perhaps not, but I hope too soon, I have never seen any lass naked, except in books of course, and your no young lass, you’re a perfect doll of a woman, and I want you, oh how I so want you…” She smiled, then stood, and said,” till you go then, I shall be yours, and you mine, three weeks you have to learn, and if you don’t leave me with you, tired and with empty balls, I will have failed …spectacularly!” Another kiss followed then she allowed him to slip the green nightdress kartal escort up and off, his eyes like saucers as he ogled at her body, her lovely breast, he took in her slight belly, her broad hips and that ‘v’ of hair above a crease that he knew was hiding her willing sex. His jaw fell open as he surveyed what till he met this magic woman had been taboo and he kissed her, passionately and with feeling.Then his eager lips were on one and then another nipple, hers for some reason facing out-wards rather than forward as in most, he found that more attractive, though he knew not why, his hands roaming her shoulders, her waist, those hips the soft contours sending his mind whirling, and his prick back into stiff and aching mode.She laid herself on the bed, flat on her back, then to his amazement she slowly opened her legs to allow him his first ever view of her womanhood, in fact any woman`s whole womanhood! She quietly whispered, “I will lay here, and you enjoy exploring me, but don’t go spilling more seed yet, I need it, I`ve a lot to make up!” grinning his fingers flitted over the soft lips, then the inner lips, wondering at the soft wetness, and the effect of the slippery mucus that assisted the digit to roam so effectively.Her hand took hold of his, and using the finger showed him the hood, and her clit nestling in its soft nest, explain the purpose and the effect of stimulus on the little nub. His tongue found its new home, found the button and softly caressed it in the tiny hood. She closed her eyes, lay back and waited as the effect overtook her whole being. It was beyond her wildest fantasy`s.When the landlady had settled once more, she had him ease himself into her body, his face a picture, a mixture of contentment, excitement and achievement as his pubes and her ground together, they lay together fully conjoined and absorbed the moment. She could feel his balls gently touching twix the wet spot and her backside, his light frame on her belly his weight supported on his hands on the mattress warm against her sides, with his lips instinctively chewing on her left ear lobe. As her temperature started to rise as the young hips eased back, then suddenly surged forward and thrust into her brutally and assertively, time and again his meaty dagger thrust into her, faster and faster went the hips, then with a cry of OOH, and a gasp of breath, he began spewing his seed hot and potent deep into her body, it brought her to her own climax, breathing hard, head tipped back her hips rising to meet his, her back arched, their first climax together. Perfect and satisfying, she slumped on the mattress, pulse still racing tension eased, but to her amazement his appendage not much limper than before.Within seconds he began his next Jig, and with a look of total bewilderment, she lay trying desperately to recover.She having never experienced this rapid a recovery, her jaw opened as if in protest then snapped shut as she found herself swept along, as again, she was overtaken by her second orgasm. His hips had gone into a rhythm, any steam engine would have been proud of, in, out, in, out, regular and persistent, hard thrusts driven on by his long felt need and his wish to be on top of the job, but with no yardstick, no experience, not knowing when enough was enough.By now her body had reacted twice more, huge rolling orgasms that had her breathing in grunts, of near delirium , her eyes rolling, her nipples like twin peaks, her back near permanently arched, her arms flapping about desperately trying to stop this sexual machine she had set rolling.Suddenly it was over, he hesitated fully into the stroke, each pump of seed hot and filling, hitting something deep and well up inside her, pulse, pulse, pulse, his voice crying “Ahh” with each, like he was riding a bizarre roller coaster. Together they collapsed, a spent force, a tangled heap, like fish on a mongers slab, all energy gone!Not a word was uttered, for long moments, each in their own way trying to recover as they lay, his arm across her magical breasts, soft and compliant. Slowly the world returned to its axis, breathing to a more normal rate, and the mind, if not the body became lucid once more. Her comment of “WOW,” summing it up to a tee. She placed her arm under his neck, pulling him to her and saying, “three weeks…” She shook her head, “you won`t take a lot of teaching my laddo! And entwined they drifted off to a deep sleep.deleted

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My Wife wich some massageMy wife has always wanted to massage but because it is so expensive it has not been so much…We often had in mind that it could be naughty that she should have a good masseur who seduced her so she had sex at the same time. We often talked about it even when we had sex ourselves. And she always got so damn horny every time we talked about it.At the same time, we had not yet reached the stage of our liberation that we dared to realize it. we had not been married for that many years at that time. So she didn’t know if she dared etc etc etc …Suddenly one day in a tutoring conversation, I met a young masseur. He was looking for work and wanted to be self-employed. We talked about prices including and at one point he offered me that I could try it for free if I wanted to .. It’s probably more my wife would like to…. I replied, And then a devil fell into me. I began to ask him about intimate massage … first he said that he never did such a thing, that you should not ruin all your future as a masseur. We sat in my office and he was the last “customer” and I had picked up a couple of beers so the tone was somewhat loose, and he then also admitted that he had often wanted to. Especially with those mature women with big breasts who also sometimes went with naughty lingerie… – naughty lingerie? Yes he said – Stockings and hip holder, among other things. My wife always wears stockings and hip holders. I could see a twinkle in his eyes. And a little while later he said that I was famed lucky to have such a wife … We laughed a little at it and talked frantically about it and found that we both got rid of it.Then I told him about our dream, he sat completely still and listened…. And I probably smirked a bit too much, but couldn’t help but say that I would like to see her get cock and see her getting really horny from it and she very much wanted to join more – afterwards.He looked as if he had been dropped from the sky … shut up he said he said .. that’s ok with me … I would like to help with that, but I should not be jealous because he was a little big in development down there … well i said it will please her ,, yes but it was you i was talking about he said .. how big are you then .. about 25 cm he replied. Let me see it flew out of my mouth. He got up and pulled the zipper downtrouble he got it tipped out … It was stiff of all our naughty talk .. Shut up it was big and with pride he stood right in front of me with the fucking straight into the air .. he just took a few strokes on it and looked at me with satisfaction … Jooo for the hell man I would like to see her take outI told him, “My wife says otherwise: that a little one can be as good as a big one.Yes yes he replied:” When, I get mine 25 cm cock into her, I think now she will change her mind very quickly.We made an agreement that I should find a day when it would be fitting for him to come… Fortunately, it was almost our wedding day, so I made a gift card for her. “Once a full massage with the masseur in my own home” Then I could be home if she was afraid to be alone with him…. She was then happy but then asked me if I had any naughty thoughts in this. Yes, I answered naughty so she didn’t know if I was talking or it was just some fuck I fired. I told her about how we met, but all about sex I said nothing about.Then came the day … he was to come one afternoon. And she had just been in the bath and was going there in just robes… she only had little panties onWhen he came and we got a cup of The and talked a little about coming and then he set up his massage table inside a room.Then he said be good, then I’m ready, He was wearing white clothes as we know it in movies. My wife looked at me and I said good pleasure … and then she went in … he didn’t close the door …I could hear he begged her to put her morning pendik escort coat and lie on her stomach on the table .. she did, but he could see that her breasts were so big that she would not lay well so he said yeah sorry, now I just have to fix it and then removed 2 plugs in the table so her breasts could be there .. She said afterwards it was crazy naughty that she should lay there with her breasts hanging freely under the table … and really nice that for once she could lie down properly. And yes, I saw it myself, after all, I couldn’t help but cheat a little.He poured some oil on her back and began to spread it on her. He moved his strong hands over her back and neck and my wife moaned something … “Ohhhhhhh!” On several occasions. For the heck I’m sore there ..As he finished his back and neck his hands moved down to her legs. He worked every leg over everything really well. Like my wife said, “Wow! It feels so good even if it hurts the heck when you do it .. he just laughs and said yeah it should be good again.His hands then started working on her feet. is one of the most sensitive places on a person’s body and my wife’s feet are very sensitive She enjoyed it even though she kept “giving in”, I could hear her sigh as if they had sex so good it was … I looked, but it wasn’t sex yet.The massage had lasted about 15 minutes, so now he moved back up to his lower back. He now had her confidence, so he started rubbing her panties on her back. His hands went lower and lower as they slid down her panties. He slowly massaged and squeezed her balls for the next few minutes.So he obviously decided to take the next step. As something completely natural, He began to pull her panties down her ass. She just eased her abdomen a little so he could get to. A moment later my wife’s panties were lying on the floor. It seemed like she was just enjoying the massage and letting go, so much so that she didn’t even try to stop him. He ran his hands over the balls and her thighs for the next few minutes. A few times while riding his thigh he gently let his hand graze against her pussy. It jerked every time throughout his body, every time he did it. But she didn’t say anything but a slight sigh came.Do you have the courage to get on the front too he asked … yeah yeah thank you then, she said, you are famed good for that I must admit. He thanked ..Before she turned her back, he had taken off his long pants, so he was only in shorts and T-shirt. So she couldn’t help but see the bulge in his shorts, but she didn’t say anything .. and I stood looking at her without seeing it, and I just nodded to him … He started now with her face which got a proper turn then she sighed a lot again then he simply started on the breasts. As he massaged both individually and collectively and you could hear that not only was she sighing. He got it too .. his cock was mega stiff and his shorts stood out like a pointed tent. He came running it over her face a little as he bent down over her and I saw how she opened her eyes and looked straight at the dumbbell. She closed them right away .. and he continued. Went down between her legs. Then he knocked a button on the table so he could separate it a bit by the legs, then looked like a Y. Then he started with her belly like and he worked his way downwards … her pussy is completely shaved and I could see it was very wet like that it shone … as he approached it she moaned, but otherwise did not resist. Then he rubbed her clit a little. She was just about to release, I could see she was biting her lips to hold it… he had flipped his big cock over his pants and it was fucking wild and adventurously stiff. It was now time for the next step – the intercourse moment. He grabbed the big head on his cock and started rubbing it gently up against my wife’s swollen pussy. kağıthane escort Her body twitched as she let a frightened sigh go over her lips.He was now standing between her legs as he spread on the table. He teased her with the head of his cock for a few minutes and my wife’s body began to twist on the table. She began to moan and she began to push her pussy against his cock. She was losing control of herself. Her swollen pussy was in plain full view. Then he asked: Do you want my PIK up in you? Should I stick it into your wet pussy .. YAHHh she just moaned just as quiet .. what do you say he asked .. you have to tell me what you would like so your husband can hear it and I will not get trouble afterwards. loud and clear she almost cried i will famed have the big cock up in me, BUT then fuck me … almost she screamed ..He pushed the head of his big cock in between her swollen lips of her pussy. It simply just slid all the way up 25 cm right away so wet she was. But he didn’t manage to get it down before she nearly fell off the table, so she wriggled in orgasm. He held it there for a few minutes as my wife moaned loudly.Her body wouldn’t stop shaking, she was moaning even more as he slowly started pushing the PICK back and forth in her and she almost shouted “SO BUT ME. I WANT YOUR DICK .. My dick was the only one my wife had had for a long time now .. It was a whole new experience for her 5 – 6 hard bumps so I could see it going on him and now the abdomen was running in full force and very fast in her pussy while he emptied so it ran out of her ..He had to sit on a stool just to catch his breath again and she was just lying on the table on her back … A little later, He turned her and pulled her body down to the edge of the table. Now she was lying across the table with her legs on the floor. He grabbed both of her balls and pushed his big cock back into her.She pushed her ass further up into the air as her hips began to move in tandem with his big cock. She cried out loud as he began to fuck her hard with all 25 cm of his cock. My wife now felt what it was like to be fucked with a big dick and she looked like they were something that suited her. He fucked her well and hard for several minutes when she came very hard again. A few minutes later she was screaming nuuuuu come see me again … while her whole body trembled wildly.They then moved off the table and onto the couch that stood by the wall. He was sitting on the couch and my wife climbed onto his big cock. It just slid right to the bottom and she pushed her big tits right into his face. He sucked and licked her hard nipples as he drove his big cock up into her. He fucked her for about five minutes like this when she screamed out another orgasm again …She now rolled down from him and sat down on the couch .. He had not gone yet this time so he turned towards her and again he pushed his cock up into her … and fucked her hard again. She cried a few seconds later into another powerful orgasm as he gave her every inch of his cock. He even began to moan. He pulled his big cock out of her wet pussy, got up and was now standing in front of her. He could not get it in her mouth as it went into long powerful syringe he saw at a distance of ½ meter almost spray painted her and while she again had orgasm … he fell down next to her and there they sat so little she was simply covered by his sperm now…I suggested them a wash and my wife went to the bedroom and took a bath there and I showed him in our guest bathroom… He first came back in his work clothes and a little mat on his knees. I had a few sandwiches to strengthen and a jug of coffee and tea. So there we sat and enjoyed it a bit. Then she came in from the bedroom. She had put on a nice nice dress, black nylon stockings maltepe escort and high-heeled shoes… Thanks for the massage she said and kissed him on the mouth and me because I had given her such a gift .. then she sat down next to him and got too a little to step up .. then we talked about the experience and she asked carefully if this was something we had agreed on … … well why do you think I asked. She told her she suspected it when he stroked his cock across her face and she saw that he had taken off his work pants, but then it was too late there she couldn’t stop anymore, though it was … we laughed a bit relieved and had fun. It was nice and I had to realize that she was now going to have a massage every week, etc. Suddenly she said god and looked at his pants, you did not get enough… ohh he said – I can not do it: but when I discover a woman wears real socks so it rises right away .. he sat there with a mega bulge in his pants … oh sweet we can’t have that then she told me. Then she slid quietly down on her knees fished with great difficulty and took it in her mouth .. yeah she said and looked at me sitting just opposite, is it not big and nice ??? It was nice and I had to realize that she was now going to have a massage every week, etc. Suddenly she said god and looked at his pants, you did not get enough… ohh he said – I can not do it: but when I discover a woman wears real socks so it rises right away .. he sat there with a mega bulge in his pants … oh sweet we can’t have that then she told me. Then she slid quietly down on her knees fished with great difficulty and took it in her mouth .. yeah she said and looked at me sitting just opposite, is it not big and nice ??? It was nice and I had to be aware that she was now going to have a massage every week, etc. Suddenly she said god and looked at his pants, you did not get enough… ohh he said – I can not do it: but when I discover a woman wears real socks so it rises right away .. he sat there with a mega bulge in his pants … oh sweet we can’t have that then she told me. Then she slid quietly down on her knees fished with great difficulty and took it in her mouth .. yeah she said and looked at me sitting right opposite, is it not big and nice ??? he was sitting there with a mega bulge in his trousers … oh sweet we can’t have that well she said to me. Then she slid quietly down on her knees fished with great difficulty and took it in her mouth .. yeah she said and looked at me sitting just opposite, is it not big and nice ??? he was sitting there with a mega bulge in his trousers … oh sweet we can’t have that well she said to me. Then she slid quietly down on her knees fished with great difficulty and took it in her mouth .. yeah she said and looked at me sitting just opposite, is it not big and nice ???And she sucked it. He sat back and just enjoyed it. So I couldn’t help but say she was going to let him see what she was wearing when he could as well read it … she jumped up and ripped off her dress and now she was standing there in black stockings with nails on and a wide black hip holder a 1/4 bowl bra. So they were freaking out, then down to suck again 2- 3 -4 suck oh he said I can’t hold and now she got all the charge in her mouth without spilling a drop she took all the charge … ..hh it looked naughty.A few minutes later his cock was extremely hard again. He took my wife again when he had her down on her back on the couch. Her upper body lay on the couch, and again he stroked his big cock into her again.He fucked her hard from behind for a good twenty minutes, both in the pussy and in the ass and my wife cried out with at least two big orgasms. He then pulled his cock out of her and again shot several hard streams of hot sperm into her.My wife was now so exhausted his sperm dripped from her ass. And He said to her, “Do you still think that big dicks are no better than normal?””I was wrong! Bigger is better!” My wife told him.For several years, my wife got regular massage and then he didn’t need much massage at first. She gave herself to him willingly. He and We also moved a lot, but sometimes we still meet …Written by the horny hubby…

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How it all StartedHow it all started.I met Kay through a mutual friend when she had just turned 18, I was 5 years older.Sex was amazing from the get-go and she was obviously very experienced on that score but that was a big turn on for me to be honest.Kay was 5’6 Brunette a curvy size 16 with 36c/d tits and a trimmed bush.I was 5’10 fit back then with a 6 ½ thick cock.Kay was very friendly with a girl called Janet and her bf Gary; they went way back.We would go out clubbing with them and guaranteed the talk would always gravitate towards sex. Then one evening they said they were swingers and would like to swap with us. No pressure have a think about it.When we got home, we chatted about it and Kay said she would like to give it a go if I would. We agreed to at least give it a go and see how we felt about it.We spent the rest of the evening fucking and talking about it, wondering what it would be like.So, the following day Kay phones Janet and says let’s try it.We were invited over that same night and thought let’s go for it.It was difficult not fucking Kay that day, but I held out. Now Kay had fucked quite a few guys before we met and that turned me on so the fact, I was going to see her fucked was more of a turn on than fucking Janet, not that she wasn’t cute she was. 5’3 slim, blonde, small tits with nipples that seemed to poke through anything she wore.So, we arrived at Gary and Janet’s place around 7pm. Kay looked lovely in a LBD that showed anadolu yakası escort off her curves and I was in my usual jeans and t shirt.Janet was in a figure-hugging red dress with her nipples poking out as usual, Gary was like me casually dressed.We had some drinks and chatted for a while, they are putting us at ease and saying we didn’t have to do anything if we didn’t want to.So, after a few drinks Janet took Kays hand and led her out of the room. I looked at Gary and he smiled.“What are they up to? I asked.“God knows” he replied.We heard the shower starting and lots of giggling.“I dread to think” he said.He told us they had been swinging for a few months and having a lot of fun.After about 15 minutes they come back in the room Janet naked and Kay with a towel around her waist.“Sorry we took so long” said Janet” but I had to play with these tits” Everyone laughed then Janet took hold of Kays towel and pulled it off her with a “TADAAAAA”Exposing Kay naked with her pussy shaved bald just like Janet’s.Janet walked Kay in front of Gary and I “feel how smooth she is”Gary run his fingers down Kays belly gently until they stroked her bald mound.Very nice he said.I did the same and it felt amazing.Then Gary took Kay by the hips and pulled him towards him, he lent in and licked her lower belly down to her very smooth mound. Kay was moaning as Gary’s tongue snaked all over her ataşehir escort freshly bald cunt.Janet came and sat on my lap to watch the show up close, she could feel my hard cock pressing into her as she wriggled around to get comfortable.“you two are overdressed” she said as she pulled my t shirt over my head. “That’s a start”I felt her firm tits and hard nipples poking into my bare chest and it felt great.Kay was moaning as Gary was exploring her with his fingers and tongue.Janet was kissing me as my hands were all over her tight arse.Gary stood up and took off his shirt exposing his firm tanned body. He was taller than me being about 6’1 and very fit.Kay fumbled with his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down exposing a very hard big smooth cock.Kay gasped at the size of it.Janet said “9 inches long, we measured it. He is popular at parties”“I like that you are shaved too” Kay said as she stroked his cock. Bending over she took the head in her mouth, just about anyway. She sucked on the circumcised head of it, slobbering all over it.“Kneel down facing Mike” Gary said.Kay got on her knees with her elbows on my thigh looking up at me smiling.Gary got behind her and licked up and down her soaking wet slit before positioning himself behind her. Rubbing his cock over the entrance before slowly entering.Kays eyes widened as he eased himself inside and started to fuck her slowly getting deeper ümraniye escort and deeper with every thrust.Janet had positioned herself so I could finger her very wet cunt as we watched Gay fuck Kay.Kay was making some gorgeous noises as Gary’s cock went deeper and deeper. I was so glad my cock wasn’t out as one touch would have made me shoot there and then.I could see Kay was about to cum as Gary fucked her deeper and faster, she let out an a****listic growl as she cum for the first time. Janet was bouncing up and down n my fingers loving the show.Gary pulled his cock out and it was soaking wet with Kays juice.Kay looked over her shoulder and moaned “don’t stop” So Gary shoved his cock deep inside he in one thrust. “AHHH FUCK YESSSS” she let out a cry.Janet by now was getting my jeans off and my cock in her mouth. She took me so deep her nose was buried in my pubes. “these will have to go” she giggled between deepthroating me and licking my balls.“Stop, stop I’m going to cum” I said but she took no notice and I sent my spunk right down her throat. She didn’t miss a beat and kept on sucking my cock until she was satisfied.What she didn’t swallow she showed me and then kissed Kay, feeding her my spunk.Gary was cupping Kays hanging tits as he drove his cock mercilessly into her. But she was loving it and moaning and cumming. Soon the grabbed her hips and drove as far as he could as he shot his spunk inside her.Kay collapsed into my lap, her hot breath panting on my still hard cock.“That was amazing” I said.“Oh we haven’t finished yet” Janet said as she helped Kay sit next to me, getting her to slide forward on the sofa so she could access her cunt, and started licking and sucking the spunk right out of it making Kay squirm and moan even more.I will post more if anyone is interested……

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PREDATORS’ HUMAN – 22CHAPTER 22: THE WEDDING CEREMONYThe next day was wondrous. Like a weight had been lift from me I felt like I nearly floated through the day. Like a cloak of uncertainty and impossible expectations was pulled off, I saw my future on this world with new focus and wonder, challenges, but also opportunities. And I saw that the friends I can make here can make this life full of peace, love with others to depend on. I was shedding the ‘Lara Croft’ image and associate pressure I had been putting on myself. If/when I needed to be, I would be a warrior. That was my training and the reason for being for much of my life. I had even moved up to qualify as a Predator warrior. But that didn’t need to define my very being. Not anymore. Not here.But the day after my revelation and decision to commit myself as b**st’s mate was much more than that realization. This day was pure. It was b**st and I for most all of the day. Like two young lovers flush with the emotion and security of their recommitted love for each other. But that’s getting ahead of myself.The day started like most at the lagoon. I had a wonderfully long sleep from just at sunset to sunrise the next day. I carefully slid out from under b**st, took care of my personal duties and headed for the lagoon and my morning ritual swim to the other side and my pensive time in front of the ocean. The swim was refreshing and energizing. The feel of the water on my naked body was again invigorating and sensual at the same time. On the other side I climbed out and checked the beach. b**st was up. I sat and looked out over the ocean but my mind was close to home. My attention was focused on the days to come. I wanted the ceremony to be soon and if it was to be like I wanted it, there would be a lot of work to pull everything together. At times I feel a little silly; I am committing myself to an a****l, not being given away by my father at the church. But that a****l isn’t just an a****l, it was b**st and the ceremony was indicative of that feeling. As my life has evolved since leaving Earth with the Predators, he has become as much to me as if he were a human male. The lines of species interacting are so blurred now on this world. We interact and relate as evidenced by our friends.But despite the need for planning and preparation for the event that was meaning much more to me than to b**st, my thoughts and emotions this morning were not on the ceremony, they were simply on b**st. So, I stood, turned and looked toward the beach. I found him ambling back from the waterfalls pool where he undoubtedly went for a drink. I waved my arms wildly at him and he raised his head in recognition. I carefully stepped over the rocks to the lagoon edge and dove in. Again, coming to the surface and starting into strong, even strokes, reaching the beach without stopping and trotting up to b**st and stopping five feet in front of him. Isn’t this a strange reaction? Since being left on this planet, I have almost constantly been naked, reveling in the warm, tropical environment. But, as I stand here in front of him, naked, dripping with water, I am extremely conscious of my nudity. I feel myself blushing and warming as the blood rushes into my face and chest. I feel a little shy, even. But I also know it isn’t just blush that I feel, my body is wanting and it is preparing itself with or without my intention to act. But I do intend to act and that is the little girl shyness creeping into my reaction facing him.I walk up to him smiling; I hold his head up to mine and kiss his mouth. He opens his and I slip my tongue inside. And my mind is firing electrical charges and sending little shocks to all the right spots in my body. Just some kisses, sharing tongues. My breasts are flushed and my nipples are hard little nubs. My abdomen is tight with anticipation and my cunt is getting wet, my lips slippery and slightly parting as I open my legs to embrace him, wrapping my arms around his head and holding him to my shoulder. I shudder involuntarily and I squeeze him more, tighter, and gasp with the full sensation of just these kisses and holding. I am on fire and I can’t help it, don’t want to help it, I just want it.Holding him I whisper, “Will you take your wanton mate and make me scream with pleasure?”He separates slightly and looks at me, nodding. ‘Lay down.’And I do and I spread my legs for him, opening myself to him. Displaying my need for him. Exposing what I am at that moment, a mate in need. He lays down himself between my spread legs and places his mouth and tongue over my cunt. I groan immediately and shiver, again. I raise my knees and pull them towards my chest and spread them for him. For even better and complete availability to my cunt. I am desperate for him, his tongue. His big, long, raspy tongue that will cover me from asshole over my cunt lips, over my clit and onto my mound with his long swiping licks. During only his fourth lick the tip of his tongue pushes between my lips and just enters me and as he pulls his tongue up through the surface, pulls the hood up exposing my clit. As his tongue pulls up and the surface slides along my clit, I shudder harder at the long, extended stimulation of this very sensitive nub. And as the tip finally reaches my clit, he flicks the tip and swipes it hard causing me to groan and push my groin up into his mouth more. And he is relentless. More and more of the same and then … somehow … he pushes more of his tongue into me! How … who cares … and it goes in and out … and then up my slit, finding my nub, again, and he pushes hard against it. I cum! I raise my hips more and push against him and I cum and cry out my release. My leg muscles are shaking, twitching. I can feel my cunt opening and clenching on nothing but a need to clench around something and draw even more satisfaction and pleasure. Then my grip fails and my feet fall to the sand and my knees fall to the sides. I am coming down from this amazing orgasm, but b**st doesn’t stop. He continues licking, pushing with the tip, probing between my lips and that now ultra-sensitive nub that is sending electrical jolts to my nipples, into the crevices of my cunt, down to me toes which curl as another orgasm takes hold before the first is completely past. My hips are a foot off the sand. Arched with pressure on my feet and shoulders. My ears hear a sound but it seems far away. It’s not. It’s me, screaming my release now! Begging b**st, pleading with him. To stop. To never stop. My body is racked with both tension and release. And still he continues … I can’t take any more … I can’t live without more … I need more … I’ll come apart at the seam if he doesn’t stop … no, never stop this feeling! But I collapse. No matter what my mind might want or not want during each split second of comprehension, my body finally gave up. b**st backed away and watched as my body just shook from one orgasm to another. Without any further stimulation my body just continued to feed itself now, my legs twitching uncontrollably, my abdominals quivering, my cunt opening and closing like it was trying to catch its own breath. My breasts and chest rising and falling with my ragged breathing, gasping for air to feed my convulsing body.b**st came up to me and licked my breast, but I just grabbed his head and held him tight. Any touch to any of my zones just sent me into more spasms.b**st looked down at me and licked my face. ‘You okay, Alexa?’“God, NO! My God, b**st. You took me to heaven. I swear I could see the most amazing things in my mind! I have never felt anything like that. Promise me, please, you’ll try to do that to me, again. But not today. I think my heart might stop if I had any more like that. It was amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”I tried rolling over to get up, but my body said no. “I think I’ll just lay here for a little while. Okay?”He lay down next to me and I spooned into him. Without intending to, I fell asleep.I awoke hours later to no b**st next to me. I stretched and felt sore muscles. My tension during the orgasms apparently was enough to really work my body. Mmmmmmmm, now that’s an exercise program I could stick to. I could make a mint on the infomercial circuit, “Alexa’s b**stly workout. Orgasm your way to a trimmer body.” Of course, I would have to be some place with TV’s and 24-hour cable channels. Well, why would I need to be rich here?I sat up and looked for b**st but couldn’t find him. Because he was right behind me. Watching me closely. ‘Still better than okay?’I reacted with a start. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”‘I was just sitting here.’“Yes, I am a little sore which is interesting, but I feel magnificent. But I feel like I have sand in every possible crevice and my hair. Will you join me at the falls pool? I want to clean up before round two. Or was that one and two and coming up is three?”‘We’re counting now?’“Smart guy. Come on, after I get cleaned up, I want that log between your legs.”‘No need to be crude.’“Yeah, well, that doesn’t have to go inside you. If it did, you might call it a log, too.” I laughed and took off running down the beach to the falls pool. He beat there, of course.The rest of the day pretty much continued along that way. We stayed at the pool and crawled into it in-between fucking and resting. The resting sessions became longer and we stayed right in the pool. Several anadolu yakası escort times we both dozed as we lay at the edge of the pool, cooling and soothing our battered bodies. I have never cum so much in one day and I never would have guessed that b**st could cum as often as he did.I finally confessed that I had enough and would not be able to walk properly for a while. The cool water of the pool felt wonderful on my poor, abused cunt. b**st wasn’t making any quick movements, either, which provided me with a little satisfaction that perhaps he was feeling the effects our loving making as much as I was. I swear I was going to have cum leaking from me for days.That night when we pulled ourselves from the soothing, swirling waters near the falls, it was again near sunset. This time, though, despite the fatigue of our marathon mating sessions, I was stimulated to talk about the coming days and the pending ceremony. I looked up into the early night sky and saw the nearly full moon. “b**st, I want our ceremony in a few days, let’s say three days’ time. The moon will be full for that night. That would be nice. A full moon’s light to encourage evening activity.” He just groaned. “Come on. In three days, you’ll be feeling fine, again. In fact, I don’t want to mate anymore until after the ceremony. I want the ceremony night to be special. With both of us wanting our first fuck as committed mates to be driven by desire and need for each other.”‘What is this ceremony going to be? What needs to be done?’“There will be a lot to be done but I think it will be mostly me. I’ll need to start tomorrow, if I can walk by then.” I laughed and poked him with my elbow as I was leaned up against him. “Today was wonderful. Your ability to keep pleasing me was beyond words. Thank you, b**st.”‘My pleasure, Alexa. I must say that I surprised myself. But, it’s not really me. A wet noodle would get hard around you.’“Whoa, obscene jokes now?”The next day started with planning. I had a vague idea of what I wanted. And, yes, a wedding is all about the bride, not the groom. And this was no different. b**st and I talked but I was the one with the plans and the opposable thumbs to carry it out. The first order of business was to make sure Gongon and Landda could attend. Which brought up the whole issue of the ceremony being held at the lagoon and letting anyone know about it and into our secure space. We talked about it again, trying to find a real reason why we couldn’t trust them with our secret place. We decided we would need to start being more open with our surroundings and they were the best ones to start with. We already had a deep and respectful relationship and the young ones were always a joy for us. We couldn’t think of any reason, good or otherwise, not to bring them into our confidence.We approached them about the ceremony and they were as confused as b**st was about what it was supposed to represent. But they agreed and even seemed excited, just as b**st was when confronted with my excitement and emotional tie to the idea. We made sure they understood where they should meet us on that day and we would lead them to our home. Also reinforcing that we had taken great pains to ensure our privacy and safety and although they would now be welcome there, we wanted our location to remain private. They indicated their understanding and assured us that if they were alone they would also want more security.I had a pretty good idea what I wanted. Decorations and food that everyone would be able to eat which was quite a range given b**st’s meat only diet and the gorillas being largely non-meat. But I needed flowers, lots of flowers of all sizes. So as much as b**st could care less about flowers, that was going to be one of his responsibilities. He needed to find sources of flowers nearby so I could harvest them the day before. I was still debating about what to wear, if anything. I was never married on Earth. Probably never have another of my own. So, I wanted to at least consider the traditional things of a bride at her wedding. But a slut wearing white at her wedding might be a bit much. Not to mention finding the fabric. Nothing the Predators left was suitable. Naked might be more fitting. I was still debating. Luckily, there were only two days to debate.Much of the next two days were a blur. The days always started with our routine, including my swim, but I was busy with the preparations and part of that was intended to be a surprise for others including b**st. So, I had him chasing after various things so I knew exactly where I needed to go to get what I needed. The hut became my spot for those days of preparation. b**st was told to stay out so I could work and get everything ready. He was great. He found me sources of flowers, wide variety and helped me carry them back as I selected what I needed. He was sure I had lost my mind with the mass of flowers I was collecting. And the time I spent in the hut.When the day came, I was a wreck. It even surprised me how seriously I was taking this ceremony. But I wanted it perfect. This was the rest of my life. A commitment that I felt would be signifying my existence going forward. Our gorilla friends were to arrive at the rendezvous spot at mid-afternoon. Knowing that would be imprecise gaging by the sun. I let b**st out through the tunnel early and made sure he could close the door when they all entered the tunnel. We would just leave the door open and b**st would watch it and for the arrival of our friends. I had things to do and I wanted the finishing touches to be ready when they came. I ran down to the falls and quickly used the root to wash my hair so the sun could dry it out. But slightly wet would help for what I had in mind. I walked quickly back to the hut and put things into place. Between four trees I strung a crisscross of flowers tied into rope to create a canopy of flowers we would all stand under. Then I got the dyes I had found (thankfully, also washable). I began coloring my legs with designs in white, yellow and red. Not totally painted, just designs. Then the same over my breasts, just above my crotch, and the tops of my arms which was awkward for doing my right arm. I applied just a little to my face. Then, as that dried, I wove flowers into my hair. With my hair now down to the middle of my back, I was able to put in a lot of flowers and it gave the illusion of a flowery veil. On top of my head I had a wreath with flowers strung around and longer strings hanging behind.I had just arranged the wreath and was pleased, nervous, and anxious. Standing looking at myself in the only mirror the Predators had left. I was happy. I hoped b**st would like it.Then … I heard them outside coming down from the tunnel. Actually, I heard the young ones squealing. I even heard Landda’s gasp and expression of wonder as she must have seen the flower canopy. I took a deep breath and did that stupid thing. It has been years since I wore a dress, but I still stood there before stepping out of the hut and ran my hands down my body like I was adjusting and smoothing my dress. I felt my hands on my skin instead and just smiled. And, I stepped out of the hut to greet b**st and our friends with my arms full of flowers.When I stepped out, they all looked when the young ones pointed excitedly at me. Even b**st took in a sharp intake of breath. When I heard in my head, ‘Alexa! WOW.’ I was so happy and my face broke into the widest smile possible. The young came over and gently touched my painted body. I walked to the table I moved outside from the hut and laid out the flowers I was carrying. They were arranged and tied flowers to be worn by everyone. I took a shawl of flowers and d****d them over b**st’s shoulders. I then took a large wreath and took it over to Landda who instinctively knew and lowered her head for me to place it on like mine. I then placed a shawl of flowers around Gongon’s shoulders. That left the two little ones who were watching all this in wonder. I took the two remaining wreaths and placed one on each of their heads. Everyone looked at each other and were quiet. This was perfect. I then went to each one of them and gave each a hug and a kiss. Landda, Gongon, the two little ones.I stood after kneeling down for the little ones and faced b**st. In my head I heard, ‘Alexa, now I understand.’‘Understand what, b**st?’‘The ceremony. Why it is so important to you. You are beautiful. You always were, but you did this for me, for us, to celebrate us. I understand why you use a ceremony. To celebrate our commitment.’‘Yes, b**st. Are you pleased?’‘Yes, more than I could have imagined.’‘Thank you, b**st.’I walked up to him and kissed his face. I then turned to our friends. The young were wide eyed and standing quietly in front of their parents. I looked at their parents and was pleased. They had quiet and soft expressions. As I looked to them and then again at b**st, I got nervous, again. We didn’t have a minister or official to lead the ceremony. I was going to have to perform dual roles of officiating and bride.I reached out to Gongon and Landda and pulled them under the canopy with b**st and I. The young followed closely. They stood to our side as b**st and I faced each other. I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the forehead, on the snout, and on the mouth. ataşehir escort He then licked my mouth. I turned to our friends while keeping a hand on b**st’s neck.“I know this ceremony is unfamiliar to you. It is to b**st, also. This is a ritual among my kind when a male and female come together and pledge their commitment to each other. It is a commitment declared in public in front of others that they can witness and affirm the declared union of the two. I know that among your kind, as among b**st’s kind, a mate is just selected. b**st and I have already made our selection the way his kind would do it. He has agreed to now use this ritual to recognize the way my kind would formalize the union.”I look at each of them in turn and smile, “Our friends, you who are our best friends, who have welcomed us into your lives and allowed us to share in your family, thank you for coming here today to help us in our celebration of declaring our acceptance of each other as mates. You four have shown us the hope we needed for the potential of our lives here on this land. We came here not knowing what to expect or how we might live. We found much conflict. We have both been injured in these conflicts. But finding you four, being welcomed by you four, being accepted equally by you four has given us new resolve for making our life here better and more universal so our presence isn’t just about our survival but working in harmony with others, and other species, on this land to provide the best for all.”I turn to face b**st and take his head in my hands. I kiss him on the mouth and he licks mine. I smile at him. “Thank you, b**st. Thank you for being willing to save me so long ago on that distant place. Thank you for saving me, again, when I was attacked before we came here. Thank you for saving me here, protecting me, watching over me, keeping me safe, for being gentle when I needed you to be, for giving me a security even when I sleep. Thank you for listening to me, for guiding me, for giving me your wise and necessary input in what we do and plan, and for giving me argument when I need it. Thank you for loving me, even if that isn’t a word you have, thank you for giving it to me. Mostly, with all of that, thank you for picking me for your mate.” I kiss him, again.I start to turn, but I hear, ‘Wait, Alexa. Can I also say something?’‘To all of us or just me?’‘All. Can you repeat?’Continuing to look into b**st’s eyes, I say to our friends, “b**st would also like to add his words. I will repeat them for you.”‘Alexa, thank you. This is not the way for my kind, as you have recognized. Thank you for accepting and adjusting to our many different ways. You have thanked me for allowing this ceremony of yours, but you have made all this possible, Alexa. Before any of this was planned or considered you had already accepted with your open heart and love being my mate. You accepted my way. Now I accept your way. All the things you thanked me for also apply to you. You protected me on that distant place, also. You insisted that I come with you. You accepted me without fear of yourself. You saved me here against the dogs. Your companionship fills my active time and my quiet time. Feeling you against me when we sleep, makes me feel secure. I don’t know your “love”, but if “love” is not feeling like living if you are not with me, then I love you.’I repeated all of that but with great difficulty. Once again, tears flowed down my cheeks as he concluded. I looked at our friends and smiled. “Sorry, I am a little emotional right now.”Landda softly said, “Alexa, b**st that was beautiful. I feel a funny feeling, also.”I turned back to b**st, “b**st, you are my protector, my security, the one I can always rely on when I need it. I love you. I want you and me to always be together. b**st, will you be my mate?”‘YES, Alexa’ was his immediate reply. ‘Alexa, for all the reasons we have identified to each other, will you be my mate?’“YES, b**st! Yes, I will be your mate!” I kissed him, again. But this time deeper, I took his tongue, sucked it and then gave him mine. I stroked the sides of his head as I did. I broke the kiss a little embarrassed and apologize to our friends, “I can get a little carried away with him.”I then walked to Gongon and hugged and kissed him on the mouth. Then Landda got an especially tight and full embrace and kiss. As she looked down at me, I looked up to her eyes and we sought each other out. I smiled and touched her breast and leaned into her again and whispered, “Another time, Landda, I want to try you.”Before I would let her see my reaction or see hers, I knelt down and hugged their little male and picked up his sibling. I walked over to b**st and turned, “Thank you, friends.”Landda went over to b**st and hugged him. She then raised his head and lowered hers to him. I watched to see what she was intending. Following the actions I used on b**st, she gave him a kiss on the mouth. A first between them. He stepped in and put his head against her.The young, perhaps sensing an ending, started fussing. I knelt down to them and asked what they needed. They thought they would have to leave now. I opened my arms to them and they came into me and we hugged. I took a hand of each and walked them to their parents. “Landda, Gongon, we have food for celebrating our union. This is a secure and safe place. We would like it very much if you would spend the night with us here. Your young have lots of room to play and run without danger.”Landda and Gongon shared a quick look and Gongon answered, “Thank you, Alexa, we would like that very much. It is not a bother for us to be here?”“None. We already talked about it. It would please us very much. You are our closest friends.”Later, with the young chasing b**st through the shallow water, I noticed Gongon and Landda sharing a discussion. Soon after Landda came to me. “Alexa, this is a wonderful location. How did you find it?”“We were lucky when we came, we ended up right here. We just decided to stay.”“And that moving wall at the outside? What is that? And those thing on the cave walls that make light? And your weapons we have never seen by the people?”I hesitated. Unsure how to proceed. I had just talked about them being our best friends whom we trusted. Do I share the truth or not? “Landda, there are some things that I cannot explain just yet. Can you trust us to have our mysteries for a while?”“Yes, Alexa. When you are able, you will tell us. Being alone, you need to be safe. We have our clan.”The rest of the afternoon and early evening was spent talking, eating, enjoy each other’s company and continued congratulations for b**st and I. All this made me exceedingly happy and I could tell that b**st was enjoying the specialness of the time. Even if he wouldn’t openly admit it. I finally asked Landda what I should have long before, “Landda, I am so embarrassed that I haven’t asked you before, but what are your young’s names?”She looked around for them and spotted b**st darting around some foliage and figured they would be near him somewhere. Finally finding them, she pointed to them, “She is Landdi, after me, and he is Gongin, after his father.”“Well, that makes it easy. They sure do like b**st.”“Does he mind them? He plays with them so well, but does he mind?”“No. He is like me, Landda. We are both separated from our kind. We only have each other which perhaps makes our bond even closer. Neither of us can have young of our own.”Soon Landdi was wailing. She was far behind the other two and clearly tired. Landda started to rise and I stopped her. “Do you mind if I take her?” She didn’t of course and I walked down the beach, still with some flowers stuck in my hair and dye on my body. She saw me coming and got back to her feet and walked toward me, holding her long arms up. I swept her up and twirled her around several times eliciting a squealing type sound from her. I looked back to see that Gongon had joined the other two in the chasing and I waved Landda to join us. I held Landdi up and rubbed our noses together which delighted her. When Landda reached us, I put Landdi on my hip and took Landda’s large hand which she looked puzzled by but I just started walking toward the falls and pool. She accepted my holding her hand and let me lead her. When we got to the pool, I sat down in the shallow water and pulled Landdi to me. She was clearly reluctant to get into the water but as I splashed some onto my legs and rubbed the dye off, she was interested. Soon she was occupied cleaning all the dye off my body. I encouraged Landda to sit on the other side in the water, took her hand, dipped it into the water and then placed it onto my breast. The dye there smeared. I smiled at her and she understood the invitation. She gently stroked and kneaded my breast and in the meanwhile also cleaning it. It felt wonderful. But soon, Landdi had run out of skin to clean and was attacking my other breast. Sensitive time over, playtime begins.In retaliation I grabbed her and rolled over so we both got wet. She wiggled out of my arms and jumped to dry land and looked at me and then her mother. I splashed her and laughed. She looked at her mother, again, put a foot into the water and then jumped on me and started splashing. Soon Landda was splashing both of us and we started splashing her. Before long all three of ümraniye escort us were wet. I just lay on my back in the shallow water. They looked at each other, then me, then they lay down, too. We started kicking our feet and legs and splashing everywhere. I looked above me and saw the guys were standing behind us watching. I got up and walked to b**st, hugged him deeply and whispered, “Thank you, my mate. This is a wonderful day for me.”The young thought it was a great adventure to sleep in the hut so as the sun set, we moved them into the hut and onto the bunk. We waited until they were sound asleep and then the four of moved down the beach. Once Landda felt we were a good distance to keep from waking the youngsters, I explained about the tradition of the wedding night and that the male and female always made love the night of the wedding. “Of course, this isn’t new for b**st and I but would you mind if we still honor that tradition? But do so by including you both?”Gongon replied, “We’d love it.”“Wonderful. We’ll stay with our mates for the first time. Then switch mates.”b**st had insisted that I bring the rope from the hut. I knew what he had in mind; I just didn’t know how he intended on accomplishing it. I walked over to him and leaned into his ear, “You ready to fuck Landda, again, tonight?”‘Hell, yes. Since we’ve started interacting with them, that female has been eager.’“First, you have to do me. What are we doing with the rope?”‘Spread the rope on the sand.’I did and he lined it up and lay down on top it and rolled onto his back. ‘Come and get me, my female.’I laughed and straddled his groin and slowly sank down, rubbing myself up and down on his body. Going up to his head and kissing his mouth, then down his body and bumping into his sheath with my crotch. Back and forth when I felt his cock sticking out of his sheath. I wiggled my bottom against the protruding cock and made it grow more, trying to line up my hole with his member. When I felt him just enter me, I paused and rotated on his cock. I could feel him growing inside me and I pushed back further. My breathing was already catching in my throat and the sighs were coming more frequently. I pushed back again and felt I almost had all of him. I rock back and forth on him. Then I started to rock forward until he was barely still inside me and I then slammed back onto him. I felt his sheath against my lips. I was waiting for his knot to form and come out of the sheath. Five more times and I felt it. Bumping into the outside of my lips. I lay on his chest and said, “b**st, I want your knot. This might be awkward, but I am going to get it inside me.”I pushed back and took him deep and then ground my lips and cunt onto him. Each time his knot opened me a little more. I could feel getting stretch more and more. This time, I thought. And when I pushed back, b**st rotated his hips up to meet me and his knot popped into me and I moaned deeply and loudly. I stopped and allowed myself to adjust. Then I rocked a couple times to be sure we were good. I then asked him, “Now what?”‘I will roll to one side, you grab the rope, then the other side. Once you have both, you can work to get tight to me. Then, it is me.’That’s what we did. On the rolling to one side I caught sight of our friends who were going at it frantically with her on top, again. Her hands were planted on his massive chest and she was driving her pelvis onto his cock like a piston.But I had my own thing to concern myself with. I had the rope and I had maneuvered myself back and forth, tightening my grip on the rope until I was tight to b**st’s chest. He rolled left and I got my leg around him and he rolled right and I got the other one around him. Then he rolled onto his knees and jerked up and almost passed out. I jerked up to clasp my legs but I forgot his knot was in me and the initial action pushed him so far into me that I thought he pierced my cervix and then I was afraid his knot was going to tear out of me and turn my cunt inside out. But he was up and I was on tight, my cunt, my legs and ankles, and my hands around the rope. Once standing, I heard Landda exclaim to Gongon. I smiled at her. I didn’t know if she could see with only the full moon light but I wanted to reassure her so I said, “It’s okay, Landda. This is only the second time we’ve tried this but I am safe.”With that b**st started walking in circles. Then he trotted around the area. He stopped and I was panting heavily and moaning my pleasure. I had already had one small orgasm. Small only because he stopped right as it was peaking. I said, “I am good, b**st. I have a tight hold. God knows I’m stuck to your cock with that magnificent knot. Do what you want. Give me the ride of my life. Make me love and worship you cock forever. Give me the ride that will define me as your bitch for the rest of our lives.”He started out at a walk down the beach, then went into a trot. Oh my, a trot pushes his cock deeper and gently moves me around on his cock and knot. So nice. But that didn’t last long, he started into a run, maybe a jog and that started slamming him into me or me onto him. Whatever, there was a lot of slamming going on. Penetration was deep and I felt him on my cunt walls and pulling my lips out. But, when he went into a full out run … oooooh, shittttttt … his cock and knot hit my cunt as never before. For a moment we were just in the air gliding and then, bang, we landed and my cunt felt him in total. Deep, the walls were being pushed out by the pressures of his movements. His knot went in and then threatened to want to pull right out of me. I was holding on for my sexual life. As much as my cunt was being hammered, and it was, if I lost my grip, I could be trampled by this monster of a dog.Then he woke me from my concentration when he went out into the water and splashed water everywhere. Back onto the beach and towards our friends. My cunt was spasming and I was holding on for dear life as my body shook and went into convulsions of one the most powerful orgasms he has given me. Because my best, as it turns out, have all been with him. Suddenly he slows and comes to a halt. I feel him. He is totally rigid, like an iron rod inside me. His knot feels like a softball inside me. And I can feel every spurt of his cumming. The warm ropes of cum shoot out of that marvelous cock into my ravaged cunt. Oh, so much. Again, I wonder how he produces so much cum.When he recovers, he walks back to Gongon and Landda. His knot is still holding us together and he is still leaking cum into me. I can feel our juices leaking out of me, down into by ass crack and finally dripping off me. I rock forward and feel my lips spreading to release his knot. I release my legs from around him and he literally pops out of me. I let go of the rope and collapse to the sand.The thing I remember is the feeling of water. I look up to see b**st lying next to me in the pool. He says, ‘Gongon carried you here. I thought the cool water would be good for you.’“Thank you. Where are they?”Gongon, “Right here. We were concerned.”“Nothing to be concerned about. My mate has a way of overwhelming my senses. How was your mating?”Landda did her gorilla laugh, “Wonderful! But Alexa you are a wicked female. We have such wonderful and frequent matings since we met you.”Laughing, “Glad to hear it. Okay, switching mates!”I walked up to Gongon. “I have been thinking about you and that cock. Just stand there.”I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my hand and directly into my mouth. He gasped and moaned. I sucked and licked until he was hard. “Now, lift me up and slowly lower me onto your cock.”It was easy for him. He was so big and strong and I was so little, relatively. He held me under my arms and lowered me. I used my hands to guide him in as we got close. Once in position and barely inside, I said, “Now, hold on but drop me.” He did and I sank right down to his root. Impaled completely on one stroke. I screamed and hugged into him. Grabbing hair and pulling myself into his massive chest. Then he started raising me and dropping me. He had the idea now and was going without my direction. Which was good because my mind was quickly being overwhelmed again. Twice in one night! I felt him stiffen and slow. I scream at him not to stop. He raised me again and dropped me, over and over. I felt his cock stiffen and jerk inside me but he kept moving me, up and down. I felt his whole body arch and his cock start shoot great streams of cum inside me and still he kept raising and dropping me. And while he was still shooting inside me my orgasm hit. Hard. Like a freight train. He continued dropping me on his still rigid cock as my body convulsed and shuddered. My cunt clenching and releasing around his cock, making him groan more. My head went back and I stared at the moon. My eyes rolled back into my head in the second best orgasm of the night. I grabbed onto him and shook. I squeezed into him and he took pity on my poor cunt and stopped. Or maybe he took pity on his cock. I was whimpering, I heard the sound but wasn’t placing the source until Landda came up behind me and hugged the two of us. Me, pressed between our friends. Pressed between two gorillas. I felt her breasts pressed into my back and I wiggled back to her. She pressed in harder, enjoying the feeling against her breasts.As Gongon’s cock softened and slipped out of me, my legs still wrapped around him, cum started running out of my gaping cunt. I was surprised by a tongue on my lips. Thinking b**st, but not raspy enough. It was Landda. She came back up and hugged again and said, “Another time, Alexa.”* * * Part 23 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.

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PREDATORS’ HUMAN – 22CHAPTER 22: THE WEDDING CEREMONYThe next day was wondrous. Like a weight had been lift from me I felt like I nearly floated through the day. Like a cloak of uncertainty and impossible expectations was pulled off, I saw my future on this world with new focus and wonder, challenges, but also opportunities. And I saw that the friends I can make here can make this life full of peace, love with others to depend on. I was shedding the ‘Lara Croft’ image and associate pressure I had been putting on myself. If/when I needed to be, I would be a warrior. That was my training and the reason for being for much of my life. I had even moved up to qualify as a Predator warrior. But that didn’t need to define my very being. Not anymore. Not here.But the day after my revelation and decision to commit myself as b**st’s mate was much more than that realization. This day was pure. It was b**st and I for most all of the day. Like two young lovers flush with the emotion and security of their recommitted love for each other. But that’s getting ahead of myself.The day started like most at the lagoon. I had a wonderfully long sleep from just at sunset to sunrise the next day. I carefully slid out from under b**st, took care of my personal duties and headed for the lagoon and my morning ritual swim to the other side and my pensive time in front of the ocean. The swim was refreshing and energizing. The feel of the water on my naked body was again invigorating and sensual at the same time. On the other side I climbed out and checked the beach. b**st was up. I sat and looked out over the ocean but my mind was close to home. My attention was focused on the days to come. I wanted the ceremony to be soon and if it was to be like I wanted it, there would be a lot of work to pull everything together. At times I feel a little silly; I am committing myself to an a****l, not being given away by my father at the church. But that a****l isn’t just an a****l, it was b**st and the ceremony was indicative of that feeling. As my life has evolved since leaving Earth with the Predators, he has become as much to me as if he were a human male. The lines of species interacting are so blurred now on this world. We interact and relate as evidenced by our friends.But despite the need for planning and preparation for the event that was meaning much more to me than to b**st, my thoughts and emotions this morning were not on the ceremony, they were simply on b**st. So, I stood, turned and looked toward the beach. I found him ambling back from the waterfalls pool where he undoubtedly went for a drink. I waved my arms wildly at him and he raised his head in recognition. I carefully stepped over the rocks to the lagoon edge and dove in. Again, coming to the surface and starting into strong, even strokes, reaching the beach without stopping and trotting up to b**st and stopping five feet in front of him. Isn’t this a strange reaction? Since being left on this planet, I have almost constantly been naked, reveling in the warm, tropical environment. But, as I stand here in front of him, naked, dripping with water, I am extremely conscious of my nudity. I feel myself blushing and warming as the blood rushes into my face and chest. I feel a little shy, even. But I also know it isn’t just blush that I feel, my body is wanting and it is preparing itself with or without my intention to act. But I do intend to act and that is the little girl shyness creeping into my reaction facing him.I walk up to him smiling; I hold his head up to mine and kiss his mouth. He opens his and I slip my tongue inside. And my mind is firing electrical charges and sending little shocks to all the right spots in my body. Just some kisses, sharing tongues. My breasts are flushed and my nipples are hard little nubs. My abdomen is tight with anticipation and my cunt is getting wet, my lips slippery and slightly parting as I open my legs to embrace him, wrapping my arms around his head and holding him to my shoulder. I shudder involuntarily and I squeeze him more, tighter, and gasp with the full sensation of just these kisses and holding. I am on fire and I can’t help it, don’t want to help it, I just want it.Holding him I whisper, “Will you take your wanton mate and make me scream with pleasure?”He separates slightly and looks at me, nodding. ‘Lay down.’And I do and I spread my legs for him, opening myself to him. Displaying my need for him. Exposing what I am at that moment, a mate in need. He lays down himself between my spread legs and places his mouth and tongue over my cunt. I groan immediately and shiver, again. I raise my knees and pull them towards my chest and spread them for him. For even better and complete availability to my cunt. I am desperate for him, his tongue. His big, long, raspy tongue that will cover me from asshole over my cunt lips, over my clit and onto my mound with his long swiping licks. During only his fourth lick the tip of his tongue pushes between my lips and just enters me and as he pulls his tongue up through the surface, pulls the hood up exposing my clit. As his tongue pulls up and the surface slides along my clit, I shudder harder at the long, extended stimulation of this very sensitive nub. And as the tip finally reaches my clit, he flicks the tip and swipes it hard causing me to groan and push my groin up into his mouth more. And he is relentless. More and more of the same and then … somehow … he pushes more of his tongue into me! How … who cares … and it goes in and out … and then up my slit, finding my nub, again, and he pushes hard against it. I cum! I raise my hips more and push against him and I cum and cry out my release. My leg muscles are shaking, twitching. I can feel my cunt opening and clenching on nothing but a need to clench around something and draw even more satisfaction and pleasure. Then my grip fails and my feet fall to the sand and my knees fall to the sides. I am coming down from this amazing orgasm, but b**st doesn’t stop. He continues licking, pushing with the tip, probing between my lips and that now ultra-sensitive nub that is sending electrical jolts to my nipples, into the crevices of my cunt, down to me toes which curl as another orgasm takes hold before the first is completely past. My hips are a foot off the sand. Arched with pressure on my feet and shoulders. My ears hear a sound but it seems far away. It’s not. It’s me, screaming my release now! Begging b**st, pleading with him. To stop. To never stop. My body is racked with both tension and release. And still he continues … I can’t take any more … I can’t live without more … I need more … I’ll come apart at the seam if he doesn’t stop … no, never stop this feeling! But I collapse. No matter what my mind might want or not want during each split second of comprehension, my body finally gave up. b**st backed away and watched as my body just shook from one orgasm to another. Without any further stimulation my body just continued to feed itself now, my legs twitching uncontrollably, my abdominals quivering, my cunt opening and closing like it was trying to catch its own breath. My breasts and chest rising and falling with my ragged breathing, gasping for air to feed my convulsing body.b**st came up to me and licked my breast, but I just grabbed his head and held him tight. Any touch to any of my zones just sent me into more spasms.b**st looked down at me and licked my face. ‘You okay, Alexa?’“God, NO! My God, b**st. You took me to heaven. I swear I could see the most amazing things in my mind! I have never felt anything like that. Promise me, please, you’ll try to do that to me, again. But not today. I think my heart might stop if I had any more like that. It was amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”I tried rolling over to get up, but my body said no. “I think I’ll just lay here for a little while. Okay?”He lay down next to me and I spooned into him. Without intending to, I fell asleep.I awoke hours later to no b**st next to me. I stretched and felt sore muscles. My tension during the orgasms apparently was enough to really work my body. Mmmmmmmm, now that’s an exercise program I could stick to. I could make a mint on the infomercial circuit, “Alexa’s b**stly workout. Orgasm your way to a trimmer body.” Of course, I would have to be some place with TV’s and 24-hour cable channels. Well, why would I need to be rich here?I sat up and looked for b**st but couldn’t find him. Because he was right behind me. Watching me closely. ‘Still better than okay?’I reacted with a start. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”‘I was just sitting here.’“Yes, I am a little sore which is interesting, but I feel magnificent. But I feel like I have sand in every possible crevice and my hair. Will you join me at the falls pool? I want to clean up before round two. Or was that one and two and coming up is three?”‘We’re counting now?’“Smart guy. Come on, after I get cleaned up, I want that log between your legs.”‘No need to be crude.’“Yeah, well, that doesn’t have to go inside you. If it did, you might call it a log, too.” I laughed and took off running down the beach to the falls pool. He beat there, of course.The rest of the day pretty much continued along that way. We stayed at the pool and crawled into it in-between fucking and resting. The resting sessions became longer and we stayed right in the pool. Several anadolu yakası escort times we both dozed as we lay at the edge of the pool, cooling and soothing our battered bodies. I have never cum so much in one day and I never would have guessed that b**st could cum as often as he did.I finally confessed that I had enough and would not be able to walk properly for a while. The cool water of the pool felt wonderful on my poor, abused cunt. b**st wasn’t making any quick movements, either, which provided me with a little satisfaction that perhaps he was feeling the effects our loving making as much as I was. I swear I was going to have cum leaking from me for days.That night when we pulled ourselves from the soothing, swirling waters near the falls, it was again near sunset. This time, though, despite the fatigue of our marathon mating sessions, I was stimulated to talk about the coming days and the pending ceremony. I looked up into the early night sky and saw the nearly full moon. “b**st, I want our ceremony in a few days, let’s say three days’ time. The moon will be full for that night. That would be nice. A full moon’s light to encourage evening activity.” He just groaned. “Come on. In three days, you’ll be feeling fine, again. In fact, I don’t want to mate anymore until after the ceremony. I want the ceremony night to be special. With both of us wanting our first fuck as committed mates to be driven by desire and need for each other.”‘What is this ceremony going to be? What needs to be done?’“There will be a lot to be done but I think it will be mostly me. I’ll need to start tomorrow, if I can walk by then.” I laughed and poked him with my elbow as I was leaned up against him. “Today was wonderful. Your ability to keep pleasing me was beyond words. Thank you, b**st.”‘My pleasure, Alexa. I must say that I surprised myself. But, it’s not really me. A wet noodle would get hard around you.’“Whoa, obscene jokes now?”The next day started with planning. I had a vague idea of what I wanted. And, yes, a wedding is all about the bride, not the groom. And this was no different. b**st and I talked but I was the one with the plans and the opposable thumbs to carry it out. The first order of business was to make sure Gongon and Landda could attend. Which brought up the whole issue of the ceremony being held at the lagoon and letting anyone know about it and into our secure space. We talked about it again, trying to find a real reason why we couldn’t trust them with our secret place. We decided we would need to start being more open with our surroundings and they were the best ones to start with. We already had a deep and respectful relationship and the young ones were always a joy for us. We couldn’t think of any reason, good or otherwise, not to bring them into our confidence.We approached them about the ceremony and they were as confused as b**st was about what it was supposed to represent. But they agreed and even seemed excited, just as b**st was when confronted with my excitement and emotional tie to the idea. We made sure they understood where they should meet us on that day and we would lead them to our home. Also reinforcing that we had taken great pains to ensure our privacy and safety and although they would now be welcome there, we wanted our location to remain private. They indicated their understanding and assured us that if they were alone they would also want more security.I had a pretty good idea what I wanted. Decorations and food that everyone would be able to eat which was quite a range given b**st’s meat only diet and the gorillas being largely non-meat. But I needed flowers, lots of flowers of all sizes. So as much as b**st could care less about flowers, that was going to be one of his responsibilities. He needed to find sources of flowers nearby so I could harvest them the day before. I was still debating about what to wear, if anything. I was never married on Earth. Probably never have another of my own. So, I wanted to at least consider the traditional things of a bride at her wedding. But a slut wearing white at her wedding might be a bit much. Not to mention finding the fabric. Nothing the Predators left was suitable. Naked might be more fitting. I was still debating. Luckily, there were only two days to debate.Much of the next two days were a blur. The days always started with our routine, including my swim, but I was busy with the preparations and part of that was intended to be a surprise for others including b**st. So, I had him chasing after various things so I knew exactly where I needed to go to get what I needed. The hut became my spot for those days of preparation. b**st was told to stay out so I could work and get everything ready. He was great. He found me sources of flowers, wide variety and helped me carry them back as I selected what I needed. He was sure I had lost my mind with the mass of flowers I was collecting. And the time I spent in the hut.When the day came, I was a wreck. It even surprised me how seriously I was taking this ceremony. But I wanted it perfect. This was the rest of my life. A commitment that I felt would be signifying my existence going forward. Our gorilla friends were to arrive at the rendezvous spot at mid-afternoon. Knowing that would be imprecise gaging by the sun. I let b**st out through the tunnel early and made sure he could close the door when they all entered the tunnel. We would just leave the door open and b**st would watch it and for the arrival of our friends. I had things to do and I wanted the finishing touches to be ready when they came. I ran down to the falls and quickly used the root to wash my hair so the sun could dry it out. But slightly wet would help for what I had in mind. I walked quickly back to the hut and put things into place. Between four trees I strung a crisscross of flowers tied into rope to create a canopy of flowers we would all stand under. Then I got the dyes I had found (thankfully, also washable). I began coloring my legs with designs in white, yellow and red. Not totally painted, just designs. Then the same over my breasts, just above my crotch, and the tops of my arms which was awkward for doing my right arm. I applied just a little to my face. Then, as that dried, I wove flowers into my hair. With my hair now down to the middle of my back, I was able to put in a lot of flowers and it gave the illusion of a flowery veil. On top of my head I had a wreath with flowers strung around and longer strings hanging behind.I had just arranged the wreath and was pleased, nervous, and anxious. Standing looking at myself in the only mirror the Predators had left. I was happy. I hoped b**st would like it.Then … I heard them outside coming down from the tunnel. Actually, I heard the young ones squealing. I even heard Landda’s gasp and expression of wonder as she must have seen the flower canopy. I took a deep breath and did that stupid thing. It has been years since I wore a dress, but I still stood there before stepping out of the hut and ran my hands down my body like I was adjusting and smoothing my dress. I felt my hands on my skin instead and just smiled. And, I stepped out of the hut to greet b**st and our friends with my arms full of flowers.When I stepped out, they all looked when the young ones pointed excitedly at me. Even b**st took in a sharp intake of breath. When I heard in my head, ‘Alexa! WOW.’ I was so happy and my face broke into the widest smile possible. The young came over and gently touched my painted body. I walked to the table I moved outside from the hut and laid out the flowers I was carrying. They were arranged and tied flowers to be worn by everyone. I took a shawl of flowers and d****d them over b**st’s shoulders. I then took a large wreath and took it over to Landda who instinctively knew and lowered her head for me to place it on like mine. I then placed a shawl of flowers around Gongon’s shoulders. That left the two little ones who were watching all this in wonder. I took the two remaining wreaths and placed one on each of their heads. Everyone looked at each other and were quiet. This was perfect. I then went to each one of them and gave each a hug and a kiss. Landda, Gongon, the two little ones.I stood after kneeling down for the little ones and faced b**st. In my head I heard, ‘Alexa, now I understand.’‘Understand what, b**st?’‘The ceremony. Why it is so important to you. You are beautiful. You always were, but you did this for me, for us, to celebrate us. I understand why you use a ceremony. To celebrate our commitment.’‘Yes, b**st. Are you pleased?’‘Yes, more than I could have imagined.’‘Thank you, b**st.’I walked up to him and kissed his face. I then turned to our friends. The young were wide eyed and standing quietly in front of their parents. I looked at their parents and was pleased. They had quiet and soft expressions. As I looked to them and then again at b**st, I got nervous, again. We didn’t have a minister or official to lead the ceremony. I was going to have to perform dual roles of officiating and bride.I reached out to Gongon and Landda and pulled them under the canopy with b**st and I. The young followed closely. They stood to our side as b**st and I faced each other. I took his face in my hands and kissed him on the forehead, on the snout, and on the mouth. ataşehir escort He then licked my mouth. I turned to our friends while keeping a hand on b**st’s neck.“I know this ceremony is unfamiliar to you. It is to b**st, also. This is a ritual among my kind when a male and female come together and pledge their commitment to each other. It is a commitment declared in public in front of others that they can witness and affirm the declared union of the two. I know that among your kind, as among b**st’s kind, a mate is just selected. b**st and I have already made our selection the way his kind would do it. He has agreed to now use this ritual to recognize the way my kind would formalize the union.”I look at each of them in turn and smile, “Our friends, you who are our best friends, who have welcomed us into your lives and allowed us to share in your family, thank you for coming here today to help us in our celebration of declaring our acceptance of each other as mates. You four have shown us the hope we needed for the potential of our lives here on this land. We came here not knowing what to expect or how we might live. We found much conflict. We have both been injured in these conflicts. But finding you four, being welcomed by you four, being accepted equally by you four has given us new resolve for making our life here better and more universal so our presence isn’t just about our survival but working in harmony with others, and other species, on this land to provide the best for all.”I turn to face b**st and take his head in my hands. I kiss him on the mouth and he licks mine. I smile at him. “Thank you, b**st. Thank you for being willing to save me so long ago on that distant place. Thank you for saving me, again, when I was attacked before we came here. Thank you for saving me here, protecting me, watching over me, keeping me safe, for being gentle when I needed you to be, for giving me a security even when I sleep. Thank you for listening to me, for guiding me, for giving me your wise and necessary input in what we do and plan, and for giving me argument when I need it. Thank you for loving me, even if that isn’t a word you have, thank you for giving it to me. Mostly, with all of that, thank you for picking me for your mate.” I kiss him, again.I start to turn, but I hear, ‘Wait, Alexa. Can I also say something?’‘To all of us or just me?’‘All. Can you repeat?’Continuing to look into b**st’s eyes, I say to our friends, “b**st would also like to add his words. I will repeat them for you.”‘Alexa, thank you. This is not the way for my kind, as you have recognized. Thank you for accepting and adjusting to our many different ways. You have thanked me for allowing this ceremony of yours, but you have made all this possible, Alexa. Before any of this was planned or considered you had already accepted with your open heart and love being my mate. You accepted my way. Now I accept your way. All the things you thanked me for also apply to you. You protected me on that distant place, also. You insisted that I come with you. You accepted me without fear of yourself. You saved me here against the dogs. Your companionship fills my active time and my quiet time. Feeling you against me when we sleep, makes me feel secure. I don’t know your “love”, but if “love” is not feeling like living if you are not with me, then I love you.’I repeated all of that but with great difficulty. Once again, tears flowed down my cheeks as he concluded. I looked at our friends and smiled. “Sorry, I am a little emotional right now.”Landda softly said, “Alexa, b**st that was beautiful. I feel a funny feeling, also.”I turned back to b**st, “b**st, you are my protector, my security, the one I can always rely on when I need it. I love you. I want you and me to always be together. b**st, will you be my mate?”‘YES, Alexa’ was his immediate reply. ‘Alexa, for all the reasons we have identified to each other, will you be my mate?’“YES, b**st! Yes, I will be your mate!” I kissed him, again. But this time deeper, I took his tongue, sucked it and then gave him mine. I stroked the sides of his head as I did. I broke the kiss a little embarrassed and apologize to our friends, “I can get a little carried away with him.”I then walked to Gongon and hugged and kissed him on the mouth. Then Landda got an especially tight and full embrace and kiss. As she looked down at me, I looked up to her eyes and we sought each other out. I smiled and touched her breast and leaned into her again and whispered, “Another time, Landda, I want to try you.”Before I would let her see my reaction or see hers, I knelt down and hugged their little male and picked up his sibling. I walked over to b**st and turned, “Thank you, friends.”Landda went over to b**st and hugged him. She then raised his head and lowered hers to him. I watched to see what she was intending. Following the actions I used on b**st, she gave him a kiss on the mouth. A first between them. He stepped in and put his head against her.The young, perhaps sensing an ending, started fussing. I knelt down to them and asked what they needed. They thought they would have to leave now. I opened my arms to them and they came into me and we hugged. I took a hand of each and walked them to their parents. “Landda, Gongon, we have food for celebrating our union. This is a secure and safe place. We would like it very much if you would spend the night with us here. Your young have lots of room to play and run without danger.”Landda and Gongon shared a quick look and Gongon answered, “Thank you, Alexa, we would like that very much. It is not a bother for us to be here?”“None. We already talked about it. It would please us very much. You are our closest friends.”Later, with the young chasing b**st through the shallow water, I noticed Gongon and Landda sharing a discussion. Soon after Landda came to me. “Alexa, this is a wonderful location. How did you find it?”“We were lucky when we came, we ended up right here. We just decided to stay.”“And that moving wall at the outside? What is that? And those thing on the cave walls that make light? And your weapons we have never seen by the people?”I hesitated. Unsure how to proceed. I had just talked about them being our best friends whom we trusted. Do I share the truth or not? “Landda, there are some things that I cannot explain just yet. Can you trust us to have our mysteries for a while?”“Yes, Alexa. When you are able, you will tell us. Being alone, you need to be safe. We have our clan.”The rest of the afternoon and early evening was spent talking, eating, enjoy each other’s company and continued congratulations for b**st and I. All this made me exceedingly happy and I could tell that b**st was enjoying the specialness of the time. Even if he wouldn’t openly admit it. I finally asked Landda what I should have long before, “Landda, I am so embarrassed that I haven’t asked you before, but what are your young’s names?”She looked around for them and spotted b**st darting around some foliage and figured they would be near him somewhere. Finally finding them, she pointed to them, “She is Landdi, after me, and he is Gongin, after his father.”“Well, that makes it easy. They sure do like b**st.”“Does he mind them? He plays with them so well, but does he mind?”“No. He is like me, Landda. We are both separated from our kind. We only have each other which perhaps makes our bond even closer. Neither of us can have young of our own.”Soon Landdi was wailing. She was far behind the other two and clearly tired. Landda started to rise and I stopped her. “Do you mind if I take her?” She didn’t of course and I walked down the beach, still with some flowers stuck in my hair and dye on my body. She saw me coming and got back to her feet and walked toward me, holding her long arms up. I swept her up and twirled her around several times eliciting a squealing type sound from her. I looked back to see that Gongon had joined the other two in the chasing and I waved Landda to join us. I held Landdi up and rubbed our noses together which delighted her. When Landda reached us, I put Landdi on my hip and took Landda’s large hand which she looked puzzled by but I just started walking toward the falls and pool. She accepted my holding her hand and let me lead her. When we got to the pool, I sat down in the shallow water and pulled Landdi to me. She was clearly reluctant to get into the water but as I splashed some onto my legs and rubbed the dye off, she was interested. Soon she was occupied cleaning all the dye off my body. I encouraged Landda to sit on the other side in the water, took her hand, dipped it into the water and then placed it onto my breast. The dye there smeared. I smiled at her and she understood the invitation. She gently stroked and kneaded my breast and in the meanwhile also cleaning it. It felt wonderful. But soon, Landdi had run out of skin to clean and was attacking my other breast. Sensitive time over, playtime begins.In retaliation I grabbed her and rolled over so we both got wet. She wiggled out of my arms and jumped to dry land and looked at me and then her mother. I splashed her and laughed. She looked at her mother, again, put a foot into the water and then jumped on me and started splashing. Soon Landda was splashing both of us and we started splashing her. Before long all three of ümraniye escort us were wet. I just lay on my back in the shallow water. They looked at each other, then me, then they lay down, too. We started kicking our feet and legs and splashing everywhere. I looked above me and saw the guys were standing behind us watching. I got up and walked to b**st, hugged him deeply and whispered, “Thank you, my mate. This is a wonderful day for me.”The young thought it was a great adventure to sleep in the hut so as the sun set, we moved them into the hut and onto the bunk. We waited until they were sound asleep and then the four of moved down the beach. Once Landda felt we were a good distance to keep from waking the youngsters, I explained about the tradition of the wedding night and that the male and female always made love the night of the wedding. “Of course, this isn’t new for b**st and I but would you mind if we still honor that tradition? But do so by including you both?”Gongon replied, “We’d love it.”“Wonderful. We’ll stay with our mates for the first time. Then switch mates.”b**st had insisted that I bring the rope from the hut. I knew what he had in mind; I just didn’t know how he intended on accomplishing it. I walked over to him and leaned into his ear, “You ready to fuck Landda, again, tonight?”‘Hell, yes. Since we’ve started interacting with them, that female has been eager.’“First, you have to do me. What are we doing with the rope?”‘Spread the rope on the sand.’I did and he lined it up and lay down on top it and rolled onto his back. ‘Come and get me, my female.’I laughed and straddled his groin and slowly sank down, rubbing myself up and down on his body. Going up to his head and kissing his mouth, then down his body and bumping into his sheath with my crotch. Back and forth when I felt his cock sticking out of his sheath. I wiggled my bottom against the protruding cock and made it grow more, trying to line up my hole with his member. When I felt him just enter me, I paused and rotated on his cock. I could feel him growing inside me and I pushed back further. My breathing was already catching in my throat and the sighs were coming more frequently. I pushed back again and felt I almost had all of him. I rock back and forth on him. Then I started to rock forward until he was barely still inside me and I then slammed back onto him. I felt his sheath against my lips. I was waiting for his knot to form and come out of the sheath. Five more times and I felt it. Bumping into the outside of my lips. I lay on his chest and said, “b**st, I want your knot. This might be awkward, but I am going to get it inside me.”I pushed back and took him deep and then ground my lips and cunt onto him. Each time his knot opened me a little more. I could feel getting stretch more and more. This time, I thought. And when I pushed back, b**st rotated his hips up to meet me and his knot popped into me and I moaned deeply and loudly. I stopped and allowed myself to adjust. Then I rocked a couple times to be sure we were good. I then asked him, “Now what?”‘I will roll to one side, you grab the rope, then the other side. Once you have both, you can work to get tight to me. Then, it is me.’That’s what we did. On the rolling to one side I caught sight of our friends who were going at it frantically with her on top, again. Her hands were planted on his massive chest and she was driving her pelvis onto his cock like a piston.But I had my own thing to concern myself with. I had the rope and I had maneuvered myself back and forth, tightening my grip on the rope until I was tight to b**st’s chest. He rolled left and I got my leg around him and he rolled right and I got the other one around him. Then he rolled onto his knees and jerked up and almost passed out. I jerked up to clasp my legs but I forgot his knot was in me and the initial action pushed him so far into me that I thought he pierced my cervix and then I was afraid his knot was going to tear out of me and turn my cunt inside out. But he was up and I was on tight, my cunt, my legs and ankles, and my hands around the rope. Once standing, I heard Landda exclaim to Gongon. I smiled at her. I didn’t know if she could see with only the full moon light but I wanted to reassure her so I said, “It’s okay, Landda. This is only the second time we’ve tried this but I am safe.”With that b**st started walking in circles. Then he trotted around the area. He stopped and I was panting heavily and moaning my pleasure. I had already had one small orgasm. Small only because he stopped right as it was peaking. I said, “I am good, b**st. I have a tight hold. God knows I’m stuck to your cock with that magnificent knot. Do what you want. Give me the ride of my life. Make me love and worship you cock forever. Give me the ride that will define me as your bitch for the rest of our lives.”He started out at a walk down the beach, then went into a trot. Oh my, a trot pushes his cock deeper and gently moves me around on his cock and knot. So nice. But that didn’t last long, he started into a run, maybe a jog and that started slamming him into me or me onto him. Whatever, there was a lot of slamming going on. Penetration was deep and I felt him on my cunt walls and pulling my lips out. But, when he went into a full out run … oooooh, shittttttt … his cock and knot hit my cunt as never before. For a moment we were just in the air gliding and then, bang, we landed and my cunt felt him in total. Deep, the walls were being pushed out by the pressures of his movements. His knot went in and then threatened to want to pull right out of me. I was holding on for my sexual life. As much as my cunt was being hammered, and it was, if I lost my grip, I could be trampled by this monster of a dog.Then he woke me from my concentration when he went out into the water and splashed water everywhere. Back onto the beach and towards our friends. My cunt was spasming and I was holding on for dear life as my body shook and went into convulsions of one the most powerful orgasms he has given me. Because my best, as it turns out, have all been with him. Suddenly he slows and comes to a halt. I feel him. He is totally rigid, like an iron rod inside me. His knot feels like a softball inside me. And I can feel every spurt of his cumming. The warm ropes of cum shoot out of that marvelous cock into my ravaged cunt. Oh, so much. Again, I wonder how he produces so much cum.When he recovers, he walks back to Gongon and Landda. His knot is still holding us together and he is still leaking cum into me. I can feel our juices leaking out of me, down into by ass crack and finally dripping off me. I rock forward and feel my lips spreading to release his knot. I release my legs from around him and he literally pops out of me. I let go of the rope and collapse to the sand.The thing I remember is the feeling of water. I look up to see b**st lying next to me in the pool. He says, ‘Gongon carried you here. I thought the cool water would be good for you.’“Thank you. Where are they?”Gongon, “Right here. We were concerned.”“Nothing to be concerned about. My mate has a way of overwhelming my senses. How was your mating?”Landda did her gorilla laugh, “Wonderful! But Alexa you are a wicked female. We have such wonderful and frequent matings since we met you.”Laughing, “Glad to hear it. Okay, switching mates!”I walked up to Gongon. “I have been thinking about you and that cock. Just stand there.”I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my hand and directly into my mouth. He gasped and moaned. I sucked and licked until he was hard. “Now, lift me up and slowly lower me onto your cock.”It was easy for him. He was so big and strong and I was so little, relatively. He held me under my arms and lowered me. I used my hands to guide him in as we got close. Once in position and barely inside, I said, “Now, hold on but drop me.” He did and I sank right down to his root. Impaled completely on one stroke. I screamed and hugged into him. Grabbing hair and pulling myself into his massive chest. Then he started raising me and dropping me. He had the idea now and was going without my direction. Which was good because my mind was quickly being overwhelmed again. Twice in one night! I felt him stiffen and slow. I scream at him not to stop. He raised me again and dropped me, over and over. I felt his cock stiffen and jerk inside me but he kept moving me, up and down. I felt his whole body arch and his cock start shoot great streams of cum inside me and still he kept raising and dropping me. And while he was still shooting inside me my orgasm hit. Hard. Like a freight train. He continued dropping me on his still rigid cock as my body convulsed and shuddered. My cunt clenching and releasing around his cock, making him groan more. My head went back and I stared at the moon. My eyes rolled back into my head in the second best orgasm of the night. I grabbed onto him and shook. I squeezed into him and he took pity on my poor cunt and stopped. Or maybe he took pity on his cock. I was whimpering, I heard the sound but wasn’t placing the source until Landda came up behind me and hugged the two of us. Me, pressed between our friends. Pressed between two gorillas. I felt her breasts pressed into my back and I wiggled back to her. She pressed in harder, enjoying the feeling against her breasts.As Gongon’s cock softened and slipped out of me, my legs still wrapped around him, cum started running out of my gaping cunt. I was surprised by a tongue on my lips. Thinking b**st, but not raspy enough. It was Landda. She came back up and hugged again and said, “Another time, Alexa.”* * * Part 23 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.

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My wife orgyI’m a shy, introvert, smaller-than-average endowed husband with a beautiful, extrovert, larger-than-average busted wife. We had fantasized for years about bringing other people into our sex life before we actually took the plunge. We decided that we would attend a swingers club in a neighboring town that a friend of Shelley’s had told her about. When we arrived at the club, the host introduced himself as Leo, a Latin looking guy wearing shorts and a muscle shirt. Leo immediately ignored me and, grabbing Cynthia by the arm, gave her the grand tour of the premises while I followed along behind. We walked down a corridor to a door marked “Gang-Bang Room”. The floor was upholstered and looked like one large mattress. There were also several raised benches, a circular bench in the center and mirrors on the ceiling. “Every Friday night is gang-bang night”, said Leo. “We allow single guys in and they, along with several of our male staff, show a lucky gal the time of her life.” “We’re more interested in swinging with another couple” I said. Leo shrugged and we went back into the corridor. He then showed us through another door with a large sign on it that read “Hot Wife Room”. The room had gray stone walls, high ceilings, and a large round red cushioned bench centered between two large mirrors. There were doors on each side of the mirrors but he did not offer to show us what was behind them. He explained that we were in luck that since it was Saturday, it was “Hot Wife Night” and looking at Cynthia he said that he hoped to see us later. He then pointed us to the locker room and told us to shower and put on the robes that we would find in each locker. Cynthia looked at me and asked if I was sure that I wanted to go through with this. I responded that I would if she would and gave her a quick kiss. With that she went into the Ladies locker room and I went into the Men’s. As I entered the warm room, I saw that it was empty except for a small naked man with what appeared to be a small cage over his very small penis. He announced in a nasal voice that he was the attendant. He showed me to the last aisle where I undressed and stowed my clothes in the far locker. The attendant said he was just going for the robes and towels and walked out. With the towel on its way I streaked to the showers. I was so relieved that there were individual showers instead of one long wall of showerheads like there was in high school. I always skipped gym class so that the other guys wouldn’t see my 4″ boy-dick. I was so relieved, in fact, that I forgot to wait for a towel and just jumped in the shower. As I was rinsing off the soap I heard voices in the locker area. After I shut the water off, I stuck my head out of the stall and looked frantically for something to cover up with. Damn it, I thought, that little bastard forgot to bring the towel. This is crazy, I thought, high school is long past and after all, I am in a swing club. I took a deep breath and started toward the doorway. Unlike the guys in school who always sauntered around the locker room with their big cocks a-swinging, my flaccid little willie just stuck out and bounced slightly as I walked. There were three well-muscled jock types standing in the main aisle talking as I walked out of the shower room. Two were black and the other was a well-tanned blonde surfer looking dude. As one they looked my way as I entered and I could feel myself getting red with embarrassment. They all looked down at my wee-wee and then looked at each other and snickered. I excused myself as I tried to get by and one of the black guys said “No problem little man.” At six feet, 220 lbs., I knew that he referred to my penis. When I got to the last aisle where my locker was, I saw that there were a half dozen other guys in various stages of undress. No one was talking or making eye contact and I figured that these guys must be below average endowment as well. All of us short-dicked guys must think the same: get as far away as possible so no one can see us when we disrobe. I donned my robe quickly and practically ran from the room. I had to wait for a while for Cynthia to finally come out of the Ladies locker room. She exited with several other attractive ladies, all of whom were giggling. I told her that she looked very flushed and I asked her if the water was too hot. All of the ladies laughed and Cynthia said that it was very hot in that room. The other guys from my corner of the Men’s locker came out at that moment so I did not have time to question her. Everyone seemed to be moving along the corridor in the same direction so we just followed along. I soon saw that we were headed into the “Hot Wife” room. Leo was there to greet us and I realized that there were now eight couples including us. Leo shut the door and ushered everyone toward the center of the room. The lighting was soft and there was music coming from speakers in the ceiling. Leo asked us all to introduce ourselves by first name only. I shook hands with anadolu yakası escort the other seven guys and mumbled my name. They were all average looking guys in their mid thirties with the exception of Steve, a tall bald man of about fifty. There’s no way this old guy is getting a piece of my wife, I thought to myself. After we all shook hands we turned our attention to the girls. Eight hot-looking ladies all with something different to offer in the looks department. Shelley has a classically beautiful face, blonde hair, creamy skin and large breasts. There was an ample breasted black lady, a tanned and toned blonde, a brunette soccer mom type, a tall hot Latin looking chick with black hair and smoldering eyes, a short flat-chested gal, a chubby brunette and an older, leggy blonde that must be the wife of the bald gent. I could hardly wait to get my hands on these fine ladies! Leo explained that he would be bringing out a male dancer to get things moving. I’ve seen what a hot, sweaty dancer can do to lower girls’ inhibitions at a strip club so I figured this was a good idea. A door beside a large wall mirror opened and out stepped the largest black man I have ever seen. He trotted the few steps to the center dais and jumped up. The music took a rocky, raunchy tone and he gyrated his hips to the music. Every eye in the room was riveted to this masculine display. I felt a tap on my shoulder and Leo directed me to follow the other husbands to a dimly lit corner of the room. We all leaned back against an iron rail and looked back at our wives who were cheering on the stripper as he removed his shirt. They didn’t even notice that we had stepped away. Leo explained that there was something exciting in store for us. My dick twitched in anticipation. He pointed to another door and clapped twice. Out stepped a beautiful twenty something goddess in a black leather corset. She was tanned, toned, had long black hair and her brown nipples peeked out over the top of the corset. She bent and slapped her shapely butt. She took something from Leo and then proceeded to dance her way along in front of us, brushing against our crotches. She went to the end of the line and removed the first husband’s robe. She moved down and licked and sucked his dick. It sprang to life and he leaned back and moaned. She moved to each man in turn and did the same thing. I loved her oral ministrations when she reached me and I could hardly wait to have my turn at her pussy. Once she had all of us “at attention” she pulled out a cloth sewing tape. She moved to her knees again and gave each dick a kiss and then measured it. I thought this was strange but went with the flow. I strained hard when she got to me but it barely made 4-1/8 inches. With the exception of the older bald man, Steve, and the black husband, Clarence, the rest of the other guys were in the same boat as I; below average penis size. Steve and Clarence, though, both sported thick 8 or 9-inch cocks. As she called out the measurements, Leo moved behind us and hand cuffed each husband to the iron railing. Kind of kinky, I thought, but I didn’t notice until he was done that neither Steve nor Clarence was cuffed. As soon as the last cuff clicked into place, our sexy goddess jumped up. She said, “From now on, any man not in cuffs will be addressed as Sir, Mister or Bull. You boys in cuffs will be referred to as cuckold, cuck, or cucky-boy. You will address me as Mistress.” “What the hell,” I said, “I didn’t come here to….” The bitch slapped me and said, “No talking and no complaining or you will be locked in a room in the dark by yourself with no idea what is happening to your wives.” With that, Leo pressed a button on the wall and through the door stepped eight naked guys, including the three studs I saw in the locker room. There was much laughter as they made their way toward us. Surfer man stopped in front of me. “If that’s all you have to offer your wife, no wonder she’s here.” I started to respond that we came to swing with other couples, but bitch woman gave me a dirty look so rather than risk another slap I just nodded. “Good cucky-boy” he said. I’m going to fuck that pretty wife of yours until she screams for mercy. Why didn’t Shelley come over and get me out of this I thought as I glanced toward the women. I saw why none of the women were looking this way; they had all shed their robes and were fingering their clits as the stripper made his way around in front of them and hung his huge manhood in their faces. “Pay attention, Cuck” surfer man snapped. “Every cocksman here has at least 8 inches and every cocksman here will be fucking your wife. I was speechless. She would never go for that. “Oh, and one more thing, we’ll be pounding every hole.” No way, I thought, Shelley has never let me touch her anally, there was no way that she would allow complete strangers to fuck her in the ass…would she? All the studs paraded by shaking their huge ataşehir escort manly cocks and making derogatory comments. Finally the last guy walked up to me and I shook my head in amazement! It was James Bell, a guy I hung around with when I was very young. We used to compare our dicks and even back then his was huge, thick and tan colored while mine was a tiny white needle dick. He once said that if I ever found out which one of us was normal to let him know. I used to find it surprising that a guy as short as Jimmy would have such a big cock. “How’ve you been, Mike? Got yourself a hot looking wife I see. I’ll make sure I give her some extra special attention.” I started to ask him to let me loose but corset girl was glaring at me so I just said “Yes, Sir.” Without so much as a backward glance, Jimmy laughed and walked toward the ladies. My head was spinning as I stood chained to the rail. How could Jim be here? Why didn’t Shelley look over here and come help me? I looked toward her and froze as I saw the stripper offer his black monster cock to Shelley. She took it in her hand and slowly massaged it, cupping his balls with her left hand. As I watched, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth! My wife was sucking another man’s cock – a black man’s cock! She closed her eyes and started giving him all of her oral attention. Damn, I thought, she gives great head so I knew the pleasure that the stripper was experiencing. I could feel my pecker getting hard at the sight of Shelley blowing a strange cock. As I watched, Jimmy walked up beside her and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and he moved behind her, slowly stroking his growing erection. He turned to me and smiled as he eased the head of his large prick into my girl’s wet pussy. Once the head was in her tunnel he put his back to me and rammed his hard cock deep into her. She screamed around the black cock in her mouth but Jimmy started pounding away at her pussy. I couldn’t see his cock penetrating her soft folds but from his clenched buttocks and the way she bounced forward with every thrust I knew she was getting royally fucked. It was then that I noticed all of the other wives. Each wife was bent over the bench with a cock plunging away at her snatch. Leo and corset girl had taken Steve and Clarence over with the other hung studs. With eight hired guns, the stripper, and two hung husbands, there was plenty of hard cock to go around. The sight of all of these sweaty naked bodies was too much for me and I started playing with my own dick. Suddenly self conscious, I glanced at the other cuffed husbands but they were doing the exact same thing that I was – wanking and watching their wife being screwed. When Leo and Mistress came back, she said “Oh no you don’t! No pulling yourselves, hands off!” She pulled out a riding crop. “Anyone touching themselves will be whipped with this” she said waving the crop in the air. We all groaned and released our grip on our penis. “Don’t worry, we won’t make you suffer” she exclaimed. Finally, I thought, we’re going to get some pussy! Mistress grabbed the rail and pulled. I saw then that it was in a track at the bottom and the top rail was hinged. We had to move with it as she pulled and soon we were in a loose circle facing one another. “If you want release, the only way is to stroke the little pecker of the cuck next to you with your free hand. Anyone caught touching themselves will be severely punished” slapping the quirt against the rail for effect. “You may go back to watching your wives being pleasured.” I turned and looked just as Jim drove his cock to the hilt and, grunting like and a****l, he pumped his cum into Shelley willing receptacle. As he was draining his balls into my wife, the stripper pulled on the back of her head until her nose was touching his pubes. With a mighty roar he let loose a torrent of hot semen deep into Shelley’s throat. She swallowed every drop and then lovingly kissed the head of his softening manhood. With a smile she thanked him and then turned and dropped to her knees and took Jim’s cock into her mouth. As she was cleaning his tool with her mouth, I could just make out Jim’s cum dribbling from her wet pussy onto the floor. As Jim’s cock began to come back to life he pulled away, waved it at me, laughed and moved counter clockwise around the bench to the next hot wife. Watching my wife of seven years take two loads of white hot cum in as many minutes was too much for me. Without thinking, I started rubbing and pulling my rock hard 4-inch erection. SMACK! Mistress nailed me between the shoulder blades with her quirt. “I told you before, no touching your own dicklette.” One of the other husbands whispered, “The only way we’re going to get any pleasure is if each of us jerks the guy to his right.” My brain said no way but each of us reached over and took hold of the next cuck’s penis. The dick in my hand was a bit bigger than my own, it was hard and yet smooth ümraniye escort and soft to the touch. As I rubbed it, precum leaked onto my fingers and I used it as a lubricant as I began to find a rhythm and pump steadily. I gasped as a hand grabbed my willie and pulled hard. “Easy” I whispered. The hand lightened its vise-like grip and began stroking and gently pulling my tiny piece of meat. Mistress smiled at Leo and said, “There that’s better, it only takes a little encouragement.” She turned and sauntered off toward one of the side doors. I looked back at Shelley. All of the girls were now flat on their backs on the circular bench. Each girl with her feet in the air, and each had a hung stud between her legs. As I watched, the guys all took a step back and the bench top turned like a lazy-Susan! When the next guy was lined up with a pussy he just stepped forward and plunged in with his hard cock. It reminded me of musical chairs – musical slut-wives! Every slut had her head thrown back in total abandonment. I couldn’t believe that these soccer mom types could get this wild. The man fucking my Shelley had a breast in each and was pounding away for all he was worth. Suddenly he made a few short strokes and pulled his cock free. He spurted 7 or 8 big streams of cum all over Shelley’s pussy, stomach and tits. Smiling, she said something that I could not hear over the music and moaning and began to rub the cream into her skin. Mistress once again diverted my attention. “For any of you worthless cucks who feel the need to orgasm, here is where you will direct your spunk. We treat it the way your wives will from now on; by flushing it.” She placed a large round glass bowl on a stool in the center of our circle. We were all jerking and being jerked at a steady pace. Between the manual manipulation of my penis by another hand and the thought of my wife’s cum filled pussy I could not hold back any longer. I aimed into the bowl and released my load. It erupted with such force that I was left gasping for breath. I pulled my softening penis away from its helping hand and leaned back on the railing. I kept up my end of the deal by continuing to jerk off the guy to my right. My cumming had started a chain reaction and soon every cucky boy was grunting and adding his cum to the bowl. Mistress went around the circle and grabbed each of us by the penis and pulled at our balls. “You will continue to masturbate each other” she said, “I will tell you when you can stop.” My little head was sore as my jerk partner began pulling again. Having lost my passion, my brain took over and I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. What was happening? Real men, real husbands don’t let their wives have sex with other men, I thought. What if my friends found out? What about my family? No one would understand. Suddenly I thought about Jim. Would he tell anyone that he fucked my wife while I stood by and watched…and wanked no less? My thoughts were dizzying and I was nauseous as I looked toward the center of the room again. At first I could not see her but then I realized that Shelley was sandwiched between Clarence and surfer man. Clarence was lying down on the bench, Shelley was on top riding his massive black cock while the surfer ripped away at her ass! My head was screaming no, no but my boy-prick sprang back to life anyway. I watched that huge tanned, veined man-cock invading the hole that I had never been allowed to touch…and it made me hard. As the two men double penetrating my bride approached orgasm, I could feel my own semen coursing from my balls to the head of my dick. As they tightened up and rode her pussy and ass filling my wife with cum, I came in the bowl a second time. I heard Shelley cry for more as they pulled out of her gaping holes. She had become a big-cock slut and a cum dumpster. As I slumped against the rail, I was vaguely aware of the other cucks draining their cum into the bowl as I had done. Dazed, I looked again at the bench. Shelley was on the far side now, bent over it and she had her face toward me. For the first time since we entered the room our eyes met…and she smiled. She was looking at me, her husband, chained to a rail milking the cum from another husband, while her married vagina was being violated…and she was smiling. She turned and motioned to the older husband, Steve. I just stared as he moved up behind her and began fucking her with his 50-year old cock. She said something to him and they both looked over at me and smiled and waved. She raised herself until her ample breasts were swinging free of the bench, bouncing with each thrust.”God, YESSSS, I LOVE getting fucked by a big cock” she screamed. Usually I cum once and then go to sleep but incredibly I was springing back to life for a third time. Steve thrust into my wife and smirked as he watched a male hand encircle my dicklette and begin to stroke it once again. As I watched, the latin wife spread her legs before Shelley and proffered her dripping, cum filled pussy. No longer surprised by anything that happened in this room, I watched as Shelley lowered her mouth to the waiting mound. With her head thrown back, the dusky skinned siren trembled as Shelley licked and sucked her to orgasm. As her orgasm died, Steve gave one final thrust and pumped his seed into my wife’s belly.

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The Gay Gym part 3After a hot shower. I sat my desk naked to get some work done before I head back onto the floor. Some one knocked my door. I didn’t have to get dressed before a guy walk through the door and. I told him to have a seat. He was wearing a cut off t-shirt exposed his midriff and tight gym that showed off his small package. He said it was good to have a place to workout and not half to act straight and be judged. I told him more straight than bi so I have seen what was happening to the gay community and I didn’t like it.Before he left, he said that he had heard from others that you have a very big dick and huge balls. I was caught off guard and asked who started that rumor. He told me just people, most people here have never seen a real live black dick let alone a big one. I told him that I have never had a complaints and he asked if he can see it, because he was sure I was naked. I slid my chair back and told him to come here and get on his knees. He did as he was told, when he came around my desk, he stopped and said fuck, it’s bigger than I imagine. He got on his knees. I said starts sucking my cock and get it hard because I am going to fuck your tight ass. He got me as hard as I was going to get, he got up and straddled my cock. I said take it deep all the was to my balls. He moaned and gasped all the way down. He said fuck, I am going to feel this monster in me for a week. I said shut and fuck me until you cum. See started bouncing up and down on my cock until he shot a big load out of his small dick onto my desk. I told him to get off my cock with a pop. He asked for a towel, I said no, lick it off. After he was done and as he was leaving, I told him if ever want me to fuck him again keep quiet about this. He said OK and left. I got dressed and was still horny because I didn’t, I didn’t wastes a load on him, he wasn’t a great lay. I went to check the sauna room and the was a small orgy going on there. Men on men Tranny’s on women and my friend Julie who I fucked the other day. She saw me and smiled while getting hammered by a tranny with big tits. I didn’t want to be a part of that so I went on my way. Then to the ho tub room where their was much of the same. Only two people in there, A tranny and a gay male. The tranny was bent over the side of the tub getting the hell fucked out of him. When she saw me, she waved anadolu yakası escort me over and said hi baby how about you shove that cock down my throat.I thought what the fuck, pulled down short just low enough for my cock and balls to fall out. She look at it and oh fuck baby. I walked up to her, grabbed a hold of her head and started fucking her face hard. She was taking most of it down her throat, not as much as Karen but close.When I pulled all the way out to give her a chance to catch her breath, she said shit baby it like sucking a bat now put it back in my mouth and shove it all the way down to my stomach. Not soon after that, the guy behind her starts filling her ass and she clamps down on my dick harder. Now that he was done I had her total attention and the slut went crazy on my dick. Every stroke in her mouth she moved onto me more, the bitches mouth. It wasn’t long before I was shooting a big load over face and when I was done i put it back in and had her finish me off. She said that she going into the sauna and have on of those sluts lick your yummy cum off of my face and tits.I got back out front and their were still quite a few people their for this time of night. I stood behind my counter, trying to figure out how gym for gays to be able to workout without being judged or hassled. But I got is a gym/sex club. I saw the twink that I fucked in my office and called him over. I asked why is that their are more people fucking here than working out.He said they never had a to workout and not being fucked with. Then it you have the best equipment, sauna, private lockers rooms and hot tub. And then he said that I didn’t make it any easier because everyone want to get a chance with your big black cock, even the lesbians want you. I told him thanks for telling me, not get back here and suck my cock and if you do a good job I’ll let you ride me until you cum again. As he’s blowing me a how little lesbian come to the counter to ask me something, her name is Dawn. She wearing tight short that show off her fat pussy lips and her top is barley covering her big tits. After I answer her question, she says are you the one that’ turning all the girls straight. I told her that I wouldn’t go that far, I am just giving them a taste of what they use to have, if they all go straight, ataşehir escort I’d be out of business. She said fair enough, so when do I get my turn. I told her that if she had come minutes earlier i’d say now, but it’s being used at the moment and then pointed down. She looked over he counter and saw the twink sucking me off. She said he is really going at it. I ask her how about tomorrow night we can start in the sauna and finish in my office, that is if you’re still interested. She tell me she’ been a dyke for and long time, she know that eating and fucking pussy if far better than cock even though I won’t like it I do it to prove you wrong. I told her that sounds like a challenge, wanna put a little wager on it. She say sure what ya got. I win, we wrestle naked on the mat covered in oil and even you beat meed I still get to fuck you again, in every whole. in front of the whole gym. She says okay because I know i am going to win this. She says if she wins and she will, she get to have one of the twinks get hard, oil me up, put a collar on me and parade me around the parking lot nude before coming back here and pegging on the mat in front of the whole gym while have me suck off one of the trannies. I say wow you are really confident aren’t you. I do look forward to making you my bitch tomorrow. She I like a confidences. Don’t take it personal if i fall a sleep on your cock, even if it is longer and and fatter than my lower arm. I said deal lets kiss on it she bent over the counter giving me a view of her cleavage and kisses me like a pro. We plan on meeting in the sauna tomorrow at ten Just after the regular hours of the gym ends. I totally forgot about the twink sucking my dick. I said move over. I ordered it to take of my pants off and then strip naked. I lay down on the floor and tell him to climb on and fuck me hard and deep and to jack off harder than he did before. As he is almost close, Dawn looks over the counter and says enjoy it, after tomorrow you will always s be my bitch to peg as I want. I asked her if she wants a practice run now, but she begs off. I tell the twink get on with it, you have ten minutes to make yourself cum before I push you off of me. He took every second of that ten minutes, because just before his time was up he was cumming all over my floor. When ümraniye escort he was done I told him to get off my dick with his little wiener still dripping cum on my floor. I told him to get some towels a clean up my floor. He starts to get dressed and I told him no, go out there nude, he tries to protest because the towel are on the other side of the gym. I tell him to do it or I will one cancel his membership and he can go back to regular gym and two he will never get to have my cock ever again. But if you want to lick it up off of this floor, please do, just get it cleaned up. He walks across the floor with his tiny cock still hard and still dripping his load in front of most of the people on the floor. He is totally humiliated, but it;s worth being able to stay in this gym and getting my cock in his tight hole again, he in also now a black cock whore.As he is cleaning up his load, he says master, when will I get to feel you super cum in my mouth of pussy. I told him that he has not earned it yet but keep making my cock feel good and it will be soon.I stand up against the counter still naked from the waist down trying to figure out when the gym took this crazy turn, I started this to a safe and judgement free for gays to come workout and now it has become a gym/sex club. I tell my naked twink to stand up and answer a question and it better be a honest one. Why is it that a large amount of my members seem to think it is okay to use my gym as a sex club as well as a gym. He says master, if i go into a straight gym dressed like I do and stand next to a straight guy I am the one that gets the fucking faggot look. No offence master but gays are always more horny than straight people. Most straight clubs have the same issues but some are so into their image that they hide it. This place has made so comfortable that it if hard to suppress urges that when we get into a hot place like the sauna or hot tub something happen. And also master, also a big part of it is you. Most of the member never expected the owner a handsome BI black man, and when the rumor went around that you were hung like a horse it got them excited. Even the lesbians wanted to see for them self. Also almost all of us have never even seen a black dick let alone touch one. I said thank you for your honesty. Pick up your clothes and meet me in private room one, lay on the sofa with your legs spread wide and when I get there I am going to fuck you like the slut you are and breed your ass with my hot load, you earned it. I never saw a naked man run so fast, not caring who saw him I gave him what he wanted and left him their panting with a smile on his face and my cum dripping out of his gaping ass.

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Pantyhose fitting room funI’m a 22 year old male that loves pantyhose. Just the sight of a woman in pantyhose can give me a hard on. I often go out with friends on the weekend and I’m always targeting the girls that are wearing them. Now I’m not bragging, but ever since jr. high I was aware of the fact that girls were attracted to me. I’ve never really had much of a problem picking up women but I do have a problem telling them about my fetish. They were probably able to tell anyway by the way I would caressed their legs and tried to keep them in them as long as I could during foreplay. I always love the surprise of bringing a girl to my apartment from a night of clubing to discover that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her Pantyhose.

I graduated from college about 5 months ago and got an office job soon after. The girls that I work with have to wear pantyhose if they’re in a skirt and I’m sure you know how happy that can make a guy like me. This morning as I got ready for work I decided to slip into a pair of black sheer to waist. I had never worn them to work before but thought I’d give it a try today. I arrived to work to find that the computers were down. After a couple of hours the boss asked for any volunteers that wanted to go home for the day. I quickly jumped out of my seat and headed to the door. I thought I’d go to the gym for an early workout. I had been lifting pretty intensly for the past year and I was very happy with the results I was seeing in my chest, arms, back, and shoulders. Before the gym though, I thought I’d stop by the mall on the way.
I only recently started buying pantyhose from department stores myself. If the sales clerk was cute, I’d often ask for help in choosing a pair. About a month ago I had stopped into a JC Pennys in this particular mall. There was a really pretty and pettite clerk that saw me checking out the pantyhose and asked if I needed any help. She was wearing a red silk button down shirt, a black pleated skirt (which I thought might be too short for work) , black pantyhose and pumps. I guessed her to be about 19 or 20. We began talking about pantyhose and she told me how she hated wearing them but had to for work. I mentioned the girls at my job and how nice I thought they made their legs look and how they caught me starring sometimes. “I’m sure they don’t mind you checking them out.” she said. I told her that I thought she looked really nice in them as I starred a little. “Maybe I should wear them more often.” she said with a smile. “Let me show you the brand I’m wearing.” as soon as she turned around to lead me to the opposit side of the display I noticed that she had well defined calves. She handed me the brand she was wearing and I asked, “Are they soft?” She hiked up her skirt a little and extended her leg. As she rubbed her hand on her inner and outer thigh I thought I’d explode. “I think so,” she said “What do you think?” she motioned for me to feel. I rubbed my hand over her knee and thigh for about a second or two. You know, didn’t want to freak her out. “They are soft. I’ll take them.” She proceeded to ring me up and said that now she can see how sexy pantyhose could be. “Hope to see you again” she said. I paid and left.
I thought I’d be nice if she was working again and could help me pick out another pair. Maybe even let me rub on her leg again. I entered the mall from a different deparment store and was surprised by how empty and quiet the mall seemed. Granted it was 10:00 am on a Monday, but still. As I made my way to J.C. Pennys, I passed a young womens store that was pretty popular with the girls at my college. It’s also popular with the OOTD girls on youtube. As I walked by I noticed two girls standing at a display table folding clothes and talking. What caught my attention was that they were both in pantyhose. I walked in for a closer look. One was a tall brunette wearing a boyfriend blazer, white oxford, really short grey wool shorts and sheer jet black pantyhose with shinny strappy shoes that had a thick heel. This girl was all legs! The other girl was a short haired blonde with a thin black cotton high-cut button down sweater, tight white shirt (I figured it was a tanktop) and a purple super tight fitting high waisted skirt. Gracing those long sweet legs was a pair of sheer white pantyhose and black Doc Martin boots. As I walked in, the blonde looked up at me and did a double take. She wasn’t shy about checking me out. lol. They introduced themselves, Madalline (black pantyhose) and Emily (white pantyhose) and told me to let them know if I needed any help. Wow, they were both gorgeous. I walked towards the back of the store and pretended to be interested in the merchandise. I passes by them again and caught a whiff of their sweet perfume. I began to exit the store when Madaline approached me.
“Are you looking for something for your girlfriend?” She asked. I was kind of speechless. This girl was dropdead gorgeous AND wearing pantyhose! She had perfect brown eyes and a killer smile. I guessed her to be about 22 years old. “Uhh, yeah.” I said.
“Well don’t leave silly. What’s her style?” ” she asked, taking me by the wrist and leading me back into the store. I told her that I didn’t know. “Kind’a what like you’re wearing I guess.” I said. “Ahh, she has good taste” said Emily as she continued to fold clothes at the display table. I looked at her with a smile and her eyes slowly went up and down me. This Emily girl was a serious flirt. “She’d like that” I said pointing at Emily’s purple skirt. “This?” Giggled Emily. I had a side view of her and she turned so that I could see it from the front. My gosh, It was so tight that I could clearly see the front seam of her pantyhose through the purple fabric. “This is actually a tube top that I’m wearing as a skirt” I told her that either way I thought it looked good on her.
Madaline continued showing me different outfits that she liked. After the third outfit she asked me if I thought my girlfriend would look good in anything she pointed out. I shrugged and she grabbed my face. “You’re adorable,” she said “But I gotta ask, are you shopping for her or you?”
The question kinda blew me away. What was that bakırköy escort suppose to mean? I was hypnotized by those brown eyes. I blinked and looked away. “You don’t have a girlfriend do you?” she asked with her hands on her hips and animatedly tapped her foot.
“I knew it,” Interupted Emily “He’s too cute to be straight.” Madaline tilted her head and tisked. “Well, look around and if you want to try on anything let us know. The malls super dead at this time so you don’t have to worry about anyone coming in.” As she passed me to continue helping Emily fold she placed her hand on my chest. “Whoa,” she said, now putting both hands on me. “Emily, this guy is super hard.” Emily quickly ran over to me dragging her feet across the floor and put her hands on my chest too. She was a little on the skinny side but still had a nice feminine form to her. She had perky tits that I like to call punk rocker girl boobs. “Niiice,” she said as she squeezed my chest and ran her hand over my abbs, “I would’a never guessed through the shirt and tie.” I figured Emily to be about 20 years old. I pulled away from her and shook my head smiling. They went back to folding and I continued looking around. Now besides pantyhose, I’m not really into wearing girls clothes, but how could I pass this up. No girl had ever seen me in pantyhose before and here was a chance. I grabbed a skirt and button down shirt.
“Do you want to try that on?” asked Madaline. I nodded. As she lead me to the fitting room my eyes scanned those legs. How awesome that she was wearing pantyhose. The thought of running my hands up and down them sent shivers through my spine. The fitting rooms were private and in a hallway opposite the rear wall. She unlocked the door and adjusted her high ponytail. I wanted to bite that slender neck of hers. “I’ll check on you in a few minutes to see how everything fits. K, Cutie?” she said leaning her head against the door. I nodded. I don’t know if she was intentionally trying to be sexy in her movements but everything she did was so arousing to me. I’ve learned that the best way to get a girl interested in you is to pretend not to be interested in her. I think I was doing a good job of containing myself.
I took off my pants and shoes and adjusted my pantyhose. These were super sheer ones that left nothing to the imagination. I took off my tie and shirt tried on the skirt. At 5’11” 180 pounds I have a size 32 waist but knew the skirt wasn’t going to fit. It had buttons in the front that were not about to be closed. I looked in the mirror and saw that the skirt covered my shaft and balls but my pubes were clearly visible. I’m glad I trimmed them the other day. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. It was Madaline.
“How’s it fit?”
“It’s too small” I answered.
“Mind if I see?” She asked. I could see her strappy thick heeled shoes and pantyhose covered ankles from the space under the fitting room door. I was silent. “Hello.” she giggled.
“Uhh sure” I said and opened the door.” There was no expression of surprise at all on her face. It was as if she saw exactly what she expected to see.
“Yeah, that skirt’s too small.” She was starring at my waist. “I’ll check if we have a larger size.” A good 15-20 seconds must have passed with her starring at my waist. “Pantyhose?” she asked still looking at them. “Do you not wear underwear with them?”
I told her that I never wear underwear when I put on pantyhose. “Hmm, I bet that’d be something to see… How’d the shirt fit?” She asked. I told her that I hadn’t tried it on yet.
“Well try it on and I’ll check on the skirt.” She started to close the door but stopped to look at me one more time. “Uhh, there’s a three way mirror out here in the hallway if you want to get a better view.”
Wow, my heart was pounding. This was the very first time a girl had ever seen me in pantyhose. I removed the skirt and took off my white tee. I took the button down blouse off it’s hanger and stepped out into the hallway. Suddenly I could hear Emily burst into laughter. “Oh my God are you serious?” They were both giggling. There I was standing in front of the three way mirror in nothing but a pair of pantyhose. Should I go through with this. I mean Madaline did hint that she’d like to see. I put on the white button down blouse. The sleeves were way too short, it couldn’t reach around to close in front, and the tail did nothing to cover my ass. I could hear the girls talking in hushed giggling whispers. I saw Madaline’s reflection as she step into the hall and froze in her tracks. Her mouth practically dropped to the floor. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. After a few seconds she gained her composure and a huge smile spread across her face. “That shirt doesn’t fit.” she said through a giggle. “I know.” I said as I turned around, giving her a full frontal. “Oh my God!” She exclaimed placeing a hand over her mouth to hush her excited laughter. She was staring right at my cock. It felt like a full minute passed. “Can, Uhh, I mean, Is it, is, is, is it okay if Emily sees?” she asked with a nod. I said it was fine if she wanted to see. Emily was standing right at the entrance and stepped in. Her eyes doubled in size when she saw me and her jaw also practically dropped to the ground. She smilled and said, “Nice cock.”
“I told you he wasn’t wearing underware.” giggled Madaline.
“Yeah, You don’t need underwear with pantyhose Madaline. That’s why the call them pantyhose.”
“What?” Madaline’s hand covered her mouth in again in surprise. “So your not wearing panties right now?”
“Nope.” answered Emily as she approached me and began removing my shirt. Once it was off she walked back to Madaline and they both stood there giggling and looking at me. There I was, standing in front of two super hot girls in nothing but a pair of pantyhose. I could feel the erection coming. Emily asked me to turn around and I did. They were both looking at my ass when Emily grabbed Madalines arm and whispered something to her. Madaline’s mouth opened wide as if she was recieving some quality gossip. Emily straightened beşiktaş escort up and walked back to me. I could see her reaching for my ass through the reflection. She was softly running her hands over my ass and thighs. I had a full erection by the time she reached around me.
“Interesting.” She said as she turned me around, “Are you sure you’re gay?” She asked, as she gently grabbed a hold of my cock and stroked it.
“I never said I was gay Emily.”
“Good.” She said tapping my chest and removing the gum from her mouth. She turned to Madaline. “Keep watch in case anyone walks in.” Madaline giggled and nodded, “Are you really going to do it?” Emily didn’t answer but turned her attention back to me. “Hold on to this.” She said, placing her gum in my mouth and knealt down in front of me and began inspecting my dick. She was handling it through the pantyhose turning it every which way.
She glanced up at me. “It really is a nice cock.” She began running her tongue over my balls and shaft before finally taking me in her mouth. She was a noisy cocksucker, slurping loudly and moaning. With one hand she reached down and began rubbing her clit. Madaline positioned herself so that she could keep an eye on the stores entrance and still enjoy the show. I looked up at her and we maintained eye contact for a minute. She licked her lips and nervously glanced at the entrance. She was nervous but at the same time kept moving to get a better view of Emily’s cock sucking skills. I had to see wether or not it was true that Emily wasn’t wearing panties. I stood her up, pressed her against the wall and started making out with her. My hand slowly reached above the tube top she was using as a skirt. The feel of her pantyhose was a rush to me. I rubbed her soaking clit and was happy to feel that her pantyhose didn’t have a cotton panel. I got down on my knees and slid her skirt off of her. She had a nicely trimmed landing strip that looked like artwork through her white pantyhose. I started licking her and she leaned me on my back allowing her to get into a 69. She positioned herself so that her sweet ass was facing Madaline and she began slurping and moaning again. I was licking that sweet pussy while making eye contact with Madaline. I was happy to see her loosen up a little as she rubbed her hands over her tits. After about 15 minutes in a 69, I tore a small hole in her pantyhose. We stood up and Emily spread her legs and bent forward at the waist. I stood behind her and pulled my pantyhose down. I slid my cock into her tight little pussy and she howled in pleasure. “Fuck that Pussy” she said. She turned and wrapped her legs around my waist. I was holding her up with my hands under her ass as I ramed her. After a few minutes I had her get down on all fours so that I could fuck her doggy style. As I was ramming her she was moaning and watching Madaline. I started to slow down because I didn’t want to cum. I pulled out of Emily and she said, “I know someone who really needs to get laid.” She walked up to Madaline.
“Your turn.” She said.
“No I can’t.” Madaline nervously said.
“Dude you broke up with Brian two months ago. Have some fun.”
Madaline whispered something in Emily’s ear. It was so hot seeing Emily standing there in her white tank top, white pantyhose, and Doc Martins.
Emily stepped back at whatever Madaline had said “What? Brian is the only guy you’ve ever been with?” Madaline motioned for her to be quiet.
“So this is only the second cock you’ve ever seen?” asked Emily. Madaline glanced at the entrance and embarrasingly nodded. “Yes.” she said.
“Well there’s some great dick waiting for you right there.” Emily said as she started rubbing her clit again. “I’ll watch the door.” she said.
I stood up and Madaline slowly walked to me. I pressed her up against the wall and started making out with her. Slowly, I started to feel her rub her hips against mine. I ran my hands over her tits and started unbuttoning her shirt. She began breathing heavier and rubbing her hips harder and harder against mine. I unbuttoned her shorts and they slid to the floor. I got back down on my knees with this sweet smelling pussy in front of me. I recognized her pantyhose right away. They were jet black NoNonsense Sheer to Waist. She was wearing black lace boy short panties underneath. I reached around, grabbing her ass with both hands and burried my face in her crotch. I mean it when I say this was a sweet smelling pussy. I loved that I was still able to see her bush through the pantyhose and lace panties.
Meanwhile, Emily was really going to town on herself. She had her had down her pantyhose and I noticed that she had taken off her boots. She was moaning and fingering herself when the phone rang, startling the three of us. Without hesitating, Emily ran out onto the floor to answer it.
“Oh my God, she’s not wearing her skirt!” Madaline giggled. I didn’t want to lose our momentum so I continued licking her pussy. She quickly got back into it. I just had to see her tits. I got up off my knees and began making out with her again. She must have loved the taste of her pussy too because as we were making out she grabbed a handfull of my hair and pressed her mouth harder against mine. We could hear Emily speaking to whoever was on the phone. She was really grinding against me in rhythm now. I loved how she moaned as she became more and more excited. I had already unbuttoned her blouse and slid it, along with the boyfriend blazer, over her shoulders. She dropped her arms, letting it slide off to the ground. She grabbed a hand full of my hair again and pressed her lips against mine. I began reaching behind her to unfasten her bra when suddenly she said, “No.” Aww Jeez, I thought. but just as suddenly, she reached for the front of her bra to undo it. Whew! That was a close one. She quickly attacked me again making out and grinding against me. I felt her slipping out of her shoes. Emily returned and upon seeing Madaline in nothing but pantyhose simply said, “Fuck Yeah!”
I made my way to her tits. Finally, her tits. They were firm and her nipples beylikdüzü escort were small and pink. As soon as I put my lips on her nipples she squeeled with pleasure. I began pulling her pantyhose down and as soon as they were below her ass i slid my hand down the front of her boy short lace panties, my knuckles rubbing against her bush as i grabbed a fistfull of panty.
“You know you’re not suppose to wear panties with pantyhose.” I said.
“So I’ve heard.” was her reply.
I pressed her up against the wall for stability and with three hard, strong, and almost violent pulls, ripped her panties completly off.
“Oh fuuuck. I’ve always wanted someone to do that to me.” Her voice, revealing her pleasure.I slid the pantyhose back up over her waist and burried my face in her sweet crotch again. I was slidding my tongue into her cunt through the cotton panel of her pantyhose as she moaned with pleasure. I took a small bite of the cotton crotch and ripped a hole just big enough for my dick to fit. We slowly slid to the floor and she straddled me pressing her tits against my chest and making out. I could feel the juice from her pussy sliding down my balls. She made her way down to my shaft and began licking and sucking me through my pantyhose. Judging by her enthusiasm, she must have really liked what she was doing. After a while she slid my pantyhose completely off. She straddled me once more taking my cock in her hand and sliding it into her pussy. “Awww” she moaned. She started off slow, but was soon riding me like a bronco. I glanced over at Emily and saw that she had stripped down to her pantyhose, still fingering herself while she maintained vigil. I rolled Madaline onto her back and got on top of her. I started sliding my cock in and out of the hole that I tore in her pantyhose. The cotton was completely soaked. I loved the noises she was making.
“Wrap your legs around me.” I whispered.
“Why?” She asked in such a naughty voice as she did it. “Do you like feeling my pantyhose rub against you?” I didn’t answer as she wrapped her legs around my waist putting me in a scissor hold.
“Do you love my pantyhose? Huh, Pantyhose Boy?” I started pumping harder.
“Ah yeah. He likes that Madaline.” Giggled Emily.
“Fuck me Pantyhose Boy! Fuck me my little Pantyhose Boy!” I started raming her harder.
“Aww gawwwd! Fuck me in my pantyhose! You tore a hole in my pantyhose so you could fuck me! Well fuck me in my pantyhose! Harder Pantyhose Boy! Gawwwwd Yes!” She was getting louder and holding on tightly with her legs and arms wrapped around me “I want you to fuck me in my pantyhose! Make me cum Pantyhose Boy!”
I felt Emily’s hand on my shoulder, “When you’re about to cum I want you to pull out and cum into my mouth.” she said. “Okay Pantyhose Boy?”
Madaline was in a trance. She was being so loud but obviously didn’t care. “AWW, YOUR GONNA MAKE ME CUM PANTYHOSE BOY! I’M GONNA CUM! YOUR MAKING ME CUM IN MY PANTYHOSE!! YOU FUCKING TORE A HOLE IN THEM JUST TO FUCK ME! FUCK ME IN MY PANTYHOSE! MAKE ME CUM IN MY PANTYHOSE MY PANTYHOSE BOY! My pantyhose, my pantyhooose, my pantyhoose” I felt her goosebumps and her body shivering as she came. She became quieter as she came. “Aww you’re fucking me Pantyhose Boy! You’re fucking me in my pantyhoooose, You’re fucking me in pantyhoooooose, Awwww, My pantyhoooose. I’m gonna cum again! YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM AGAIN! FUCK PANTYHOSE BOY! KEEP FUCKING ME IN MY PANTYHOSE. KEEP FUCKING ME HARD IN MY PANTYHOSE!” Once again I felt her shivering as she came and moaned on and on about her pantyhose. “That’s some good ass fucking Pantyhose Boy!” She squeeled.
“I’m about to cum!” I said. Madaline released me and I rolled on my back. Emily moved quickly to get into a 69. She pressed her pantyhosed ass against my face as she took my cock deep in her mouth. I also felt Madaline’s mouth on my balls just as I erupted into Emily’s mouth. It felt Like I came for a full minute. Emily got up and cleaned any cum around her lips with her finger and licked it clean. she quickly looked out onto the floor. “Damn! Were you trying to drown me in cum pantyhose boy? That’s the most cum I’ve ever had to swallow.” She started putting on her boots and got dressed while watching Madaline slurp up any cum, saliva, or pussy juice still on or around my dick. “I’m so proud of her.” she said as she stepped out into the store.
Madaline now got up and stood in front of the three way mirror. She began pulling her hair back into a high pony tail again. Have I mentioned how hot this girl was? Seeing her standing there like that, fixing her hair in nothing but pantyhose, started bringing my erection back.
She began gathering her clothes and stood there thinking for a moment. She turned back and looked at me. “You tore a hole in my pantyhose and fucked me.” She said with a big smile. “I can’t wear these so I’m stealing yours.” She put her clothes back down and removed her pantyhose and slid into mine. She inspected herself in the mirror for any runs or snags. Once satisfied, she slid back into her shorts and outfit. I was still laying on the floor watching her as she finished. “I’ll see you later” she said to my dick as she took in in her mouth again for a moment and kissed it bye. I laid there a few moments longer before getting up and putting my suit back on.
When I stepped back out onto the floor I saw that Emily was assisting two girls that had walked in and Madaline was behind the register reapplying makeup. I walked by Emily on my way out and she mouthed the word “Pantyhose” and pointed to one of the girls that had come in. The girl was wearing a pleated jean skirt and blue sheer footless tights. I smiled and shook my head. I passed by Madaline and said, “So long.”
“Hey wait a minute you.” she said smiling as she came around the register. “I’ve got something for you.” She handed me the pantyhose that I had just fucked her in and stappled to the waistband was her store assistant manager card. “I wrote down my cell number too. I hope you call me.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “Bye Pantyhose Boy.” I watched her walk away wearing the pantyhose that she had just sucked my dick through.
I started walking out when I heard Emily say, “Come back and see us again real soon Pantyhose Boy!” Those two customers gave me a curious look. I stepped out into the mall and heard one girl ask, “Pantyhose Boy?”

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Winter in Sweden Part 3

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Winter in Sweden Part 3Chapter 5 – Ole LindstroemAnother morning arises, sunshine over the mountains around Oestersund. Sitting at the breakfast table Ella tells me that their 17 years old son Ole will arrive in the evening to spend the weekend in Oestersund. „Ole lives in a boarding school near Stockholm and only during holidays he comes home to Oestersund. Our neighbour visited Stockholm and picked up Ole to take him home for a weekend and brings him back on Monday. We must hurry a little. I want to be back when my son arrives. “We reach the Lindstroem house at 4.30 pm after another wonderful walk.A few minutes after 5.00 pm I hear someone knocking at the front door. I open and a smiling face of a pretty guy is looking at me. „You must be Rita, right? “says the young blonde boy. To my surprise he takes me in his arms and like normal in France flutters one kisses on each of my cheeks. Ella comes running down the stairs to welcome her son and takes him in a long embrace. Per coming out of the bathroom does the same. When Masha with her long legs and fantastic body slowly steps down the stairs from the first floor Ole’s eyes open wide. When she reaches him, he does like he has done with me. „What’s the program? “Ole asks his parents when the welcome is over. „It’s half past five and it’s got dark. So why shouldn’t we play some board games at the open fire? But let’s have dinner first. Are you hungry, Ole? “asks Per. „Yes “he simply answers. Everyone agrees and after the meal we five are sitting around the fire and playing. Ella has prepared some tasty snacks, Per the inevitable glogg. So it happens, that we sit and play and eat and drink for a long time. When Ella realizes that it’s 11.30 pm she ends the wonderful session and send everybody to the bedroom. Ole’s bedroom is like ours on the first floor. I secretly watch him getting up and see that he can’t let his eyes off Masha. When all residents have disappeared in their sleeping room silence fills the house. I wait until I hear Masha‘s silent snore and get out of my bed. I creep to Ole’s sleeping room. Like his parents do he sleeps with open door. When I reach it, I feel the sexual aura of this house. I am not surprised to see Ole playing with his body. The presence of two young and hot girls in the house must have inspired him. I watch and see that Ole’s hand slowly reaches his pyjama bottom. He takes it off and I realize an erected dick which Ole begins to massage. The heat of this scene fixes me that much that my fingers search and find my pussy. With closed eyes I begin to masturbate too. Suddenly I feel a strong hand on my shoulder. When I open my eyes, I look in Ole’s smiling face. „Did you like what you saw? “he asks. I blush. With a dark red head, I answer: „Yes, I did and I do. “„Come in, we can share the moment “, Ole invites me, takes me by his hand and leads me to his bed. I don’t resist and feel Ole laying his arms around my shoulders. „When I saw you I could only think, WOW. Two beautiful girls in our house, I will spend three nights under the same roof, even on the same floor with them, WOW again. And now I found you spying me masturbating, WOW. Shall I continue? “I am surprised by his open mind and a little ashamed I answer: „Yes, please.“ With two short moves, Ole undresses and lies down on his bed. „Please undress as well to stimulate me “, he requests while he takes his dick into one hand and begins to masturbate. „You don’t need many words to tell what you want, bakırköy escort do you? “I ask Ole. „No “, he simply answers still pleasing himself. „Ok “, I answer. „I also can be spontaneous. “I take off my long shirt (I never wear panties at night) and take his dick into my hand to satisfy Ole. He is very surprised. But a young highly stimulated boy can’t withhold for long. So, I need only a few moves and Ole sprays his cum over his tummy moaning silently. „Oh, this was a short treat “, I say with an amused smile. „Sorry, but two beautiful hot girls in our house, one of them watching me. How could a poor 17-year-old guy hold back? But don’t be frustrated “, he says and presses me on his bed. I scream soundless and feel his hands exploring my body. The situation has heated me so much that I don’t want a long prelude. I take one of Ole’s fingers and lead it right into my hot pussy. He seems to be surprised but starts moving immediately, in and out, in and out … Ole leans down and presses his lips on my breast, his tongue and his teeth playing with my nipples. Apart from the scene I look to the door and it seems I have seen two eyes. Maybe I err, I can’t say and forget about it. Ole’s hand and mouth are still busy and I reach the climax not as fast as Ole but I also don’t need much time.We ‘re both sitting on Ole’s bed and the sexual tension has not gone yet. I take Ole’s head with both hands and kiss him. Lying down and spreading my legs widely open I pull him over myself. He understands the gesture and slowly puts his cock into my wide-open hole pressing his hip against me. He starts to pump and again we both need only a short while to cum. Exhausted but happy Ole falls aside. I lie there for a couple of minutes. I know that I must get up and return to my bed. I kiss Ole softly on his cheek, get up and leave the room to return to my bed. In the corridor I listen. It seems as if I have heard the sound of steps on the stairs. No matter whether I‘m wrong or not, I climb into my bed and can’t sleep instantly because my whole body is so exhausted and still heated. After I have lain half an hour awake I finally find the sleep that I need so much.Chapter 6 – The Bathroom for the GirlsAt the next morning I decide to take a long bath to relax from the strenuous last days. I fill the bathtub and step cautiously into the hot water. I feel it pleasing my whole body and begin to relax. After a minute or two someone’s knocking at the door. „Who’s there? “I ask. „It’s me, Ella. “„Come in, Ella “, I answer and Ella enters the room closing the door. „We decided with two males and three females to define this bathroom the female bath and the one downstairs for the males. Ok? “, Ella tells me. I nod agreeing. I see Ella looking at me with interest and wide-open eyes and hear her saying: „Oh Rita, you are such a young, sporty, beautiful girl. I can’t take my eyes from you. “She walks to the bathtub and sits down on its edge. „When I think of you my hands always want to caress my own body and my imagination pretend that it’s yours. Don’t understand me wrong. I love my Per. But this wonderful night I can’t get out of my head. “And a tick later I feel her hands on my neck. I take one of her hands and pull her into the bathtub. She wears only a slip and a white t-shirt and her wonderful big breasts can be seen through. I take them into my hands and squeeze and caress them. Ella takes my head and kisses me for a long time beşiktaş escort and intensively. Her tongue explores every Millimetre of my mouth. I am turned on again as it happened so often in the last few days. Ella takes off her slip. „Let’s do it ourselves “, she says. „We can watch each other cumming.” “Oh, That’s the the way she wants to cum now,” I think by myself. “Okay, she’s so seductive.” The view of Ella‘s pussy stimulated by her own hand is sooo sexy. On her face I see that she might think the same of mine. Surprised by the intensity of orgasm that came upon me I turn on the hand shower with cold water to come down. Both of us scream when the cold water touches our skin and both of us start laughing. With a little kiss we leave the bathtub and dry our bodies. „ Rita, I have to confess something. “Ella tells me with a soundless voice. „What are you talking about? “I ask. „I heard you walking to Ole’s bedroom. And I know that he masturbates a lot. He doesn’t know that I know. “I laugh about her funny wording. „It was me you heard last night. “, Ella continues. „I spied again, this time you and my own son. Am I a pervert? You were amazing. And I have nearly missed the moment to leave so you could have caught me. I have sat down in the living room and tried to ban the scene out of my head. I couldn’t. After rubbing myself to orgasm I fell into a restless sleep. And now I find you in the bathtub. I am a sex-monster. “Weeping Ella sinks to the floor. I sit down beside her and take her in my arms. „You are wonderful. I enjoy every minute in your house. You have a beautiful mind and a perfect body. You have a husband who deeply loves you and a son who explores his own sexuality. Don’t seduce him. Everything else is ok. “Hearing my words Ella send a little smile to me and her body unbend. „You are so young, but your words have so much wisdom. Thank you, Rita. Whenever you like come to Sweden and visit us. “She answers and kisses me again. This time it’s a kiss of deep friendship and somehow of love. We get up and leave the bathroom wrapped in a towel to get dressed.Chapter 7 – The CabinThis new day started with an adventurous encounter and intimate confessions. Today we are five persons at breakfast. And Ole brought something very special, a jam of a wild berry mix. All berries grown in Sweden. „Today I’d like to go downhill skiing. Will you two accompany me? “Ole askes Masha and me. „I haven’t been on the course yet. “I answer and Masha adds: “I stood on skis the last time 4 years ago. I don’t want to blunder. But if you like, Rita, I will try too. “And so, we start. Coming to the lift we, Masha, Ole and me, are the only ones who want to be taken to the upper terminus. The Lift is one with cabins for six persons and we enter one of these cabins. We must wait only a few seconds then the wheel that moves the cable starts to turn. With a jolt the cabin starts to turn upwards from 775 m to 1989 m. After a minute the cabin stops abruptly and shakes on the cable. Masha falls from her seat and ends up in Ole arms who looks very surprised. „Thanks, that you rescued me, Ole “, Masha says putting a little kiss on his lips. Ole, totally confused, blushes still holding Masha in his arms. „You’re always welcome “, he answers with a shy smile he replies the kiss. „Find a bed for petting “, I laugh. Both look at me as if I’m an alien. Masha whispers something in Ole’s ear and with a diabolic smile in their beylikdüzü escort faces they stand up and walk up to me and take me on my feet. Masha starts tickling me under my arms while Ole tickles my tummy. I cry and struggle with hands and feet. But the two others hold me tight and continue their torture. Suddenly in one moment I can feel Ole’s lips on my own. I am stunned and mechanical I open my lips and lick with my tongue over Ole’s lips trying to get out his tongue. He never kissed a girl like this so he doesn’t know what to do. I help opening his lips slowly with my tongue and playing with his one. When I look in Masha’s face I see eyes and mouth standing wide open. I take her by the hands, embrace her and kiss her passionately. Now it’s Ole with wide open eyes and mouth. He’s never seen two girls kissing, especially not a girl he had sex with. I take his head with my left and Masha’s head with my right hand and press their lips onto each other. And the kiss, first shy and carefully, then with all passion that Ole is able to. And they kiss and kiss and kiss. For me the two minutes seem to be an hour. I couldn’t resist. I open the zipper of Ole’s Parka and take it off. His warm woollen pullover follows. Under his t-shirt we can see a nice, muscled body. I touch his breast and can feel the six-pack when my hands move down to his tummy. Ole stands like a statue when I start to open his ski bottoms. When I pull them down, Masha with one hand starts to squeeze and massage Ole’s dick through the boxers that he’s wearing. Because I have taken off my parka either, Masha’s other hand could softly explore my boobs. Therefore, she lets her hands find the way under my pullover and t-shirt. It’s a wonderful moment watching Masha’s both hands. Her massages become more intensive and with one wonderful move she takes off Ole’s boxers and takes his dick between her lips, the 17-year-old stiff dick. Watching the scene, I take off all clothes, push Masha aside (with an apologizing smile) and lead Ole’s cock from behind into my wetness while standing in front of him. He starts moving in and out. His moves drive me crazy and I moan and cry and laugh and close my eyes. I’m totally out of control. After a short while Ole fills my pussy with his sperm calling our names. His cum runs down my legs. By that time Masha has begun to fulfil her own fantasies by toying herself with a pink vibrator she has taken out of her backpack. She lets it glide in and out, moans like a lion and with a little cry cums with fierce convulsions. At this moment the cabin jerks and moves some meters and stops again. We all laugh still totally naked. Masha and I consider each other’s eyes, nod and go to Ole to sit down one on each side. We both take one hand and lead it, first to our breasts the downwards over our tummies to the centre of lust. Without talking about we both plan to show Ole how to give passion and satisfaction to a girl. He shall satisfy both of us with his hands, mouth and dick. Therefore, Masha lays him down on the seat and sticks his penis inside her while I sit down on his face to give him the opportunity to lick my pussy. He does well and I feel another oncoming orgasm. Masha seems to feel the same while she’s riding him. I can see the horniness in her face. Ole himself convulses and groans. We all three are getting higher and higher. But we can’t reach the climax, because the cabin starts moving upwards. We all three jump up on our legs. We know we have 35 seconds to dress. Otherwise we may be arrested because of public nudity. We all hurry up as fast as possible and when the cabin stands still only our hair is in disorder.The rest of the day we spend skiing downhill. Every time we enter a new cabin to go uphill we start laughing. – to be continued –

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Gia’s Year

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Gia’s YearThis is a fictional story about a wife that cheats. If you don’t like stories like this, it may be best if you read another one. Gia’s Year-1-Here I am on January 1st, in Hawaii, naked, my hands traveling over my body. I lick my fingers clean of pussy juices. I grab a breast, squeezing it, playing with the erect nipple. Mmm, I’m horny. I have a guest arriving to my hotel room. I met him earlier today. My hand once again travels down my flat tummy as I think about one year ago today. It was January 1st, 5:30 pm when I met a man that changed my life forever. I arch my back, squeezing my breast, my fingers going, once again, into my dripping wet pussy. I let out a loud moan, thinking about that day, one year ago, when I met Darius.I was doing a photo shoot nearby, not far from my Atlanta home. Two colleagues were with me, Michelle and Danielle. Michelle was a sexy, toned, Latin woman. I often admired her physique. She was more muscular than me, yet still feminine. The blonde, Danielle, was even more muscular than Michelle. Danielle spent most of her time working out, doing squats and lunges. As a result, her ass, ugh, this woman’s ass was out of this world. Both of them lived in Florida and were up for the shoot. The three of us were told a different photographer would be shooting us. His name was Darius. Michelle’s eyes widened. I got the impression she knew him. “Crap!” she said. I walked with her toward the snack cart. “What is it?” I asked.“Darius,” Michelle groaned. “What’s wrong with him? Difficult to work with?”“Sort of. He’s, well, he’s very flirty and has tried to um, get with me. It’s annoying,” Michelle shrugged.“I see. Well I guess you and I can make plans for later, so we have an excuse to leave as soon as the shoot is over,” I grinned.“Good idea,” Michelle agreed.A few moments later, lighting was set up, and us models were basically waiting for Darius. When he entered the room, all the air exited my lungs. I gripped my wedding ring, as if to protect it. Darius was a gorgeous, muscular, black man. “There’s one other thing,” Michelle whispered to me. “He preys on married women.”“Oh, yikes,” I grimaced, watching Darius flirt with Danielle. She laughed at something he must’ve said. “He will try all three of us this evening,” Michelle advised.“Looks like Danielle is first up,” I noticed, wondering if Danielle would actually cheat on her husband. I told myself I never would. We were called over, Darius smiled, shaking our hands. He hugged Michelle, saying it was nice seeing her again. Afterward, we got to work.We were wearing athletic, work out clothing. Darius set up shots, posed us, and was generally very professional. As the evening wore on, and the sun set, he started getting a little touchy-feely. He would put his hand on the small of my back, caress my arm, wrist, shoulders. He’d tells us how sexy we looked, how hot we were making the photos. At one point, he was behind me, his hands guiding my arms into the position he wanted. I could’ve sworn I felt an erection against my ass. After the shoot, he was once again talking to Danielle. Michelle and I were chatting about plans that evening when Darius approached us. “Ladies. Danielle and I are going out for drinks. Care to join us?” Darius asked.“Oh, no thanks,” Michelle smiled.Darius put his large, dark hand on my back, “How about you Gia? You look incredible tonight. I’d love to buy you a drink.”“Um, well, actually Michelle and I were going to go for coffee. Thanks though,” I grabbed my bag and smiled at him. When I looked over my shoulder he was watching me walk away. I rolled my eyes and kept walking with Michelle.“So do you think Darius and Danielle are, you know, getting it on tonight?” I asked Michelle over coffee.“Oh absolutely. No doubt. He loves married women. I hear he makes it a point to sleep with as many models as possible,” Michelle explained.“Really? Wow,” I sipped my coffee, fiddling with my wedding ring.“Yep. I had no idea he’d be the photographer. I figured Danielle would be all over him though. She has a reputation too,” Michelle sipped her coffee. “Ah I see. A cheater. That’s sad,” I shook my head. “It is what it is. But please be careful around him. If you two work together again, that could be bad,” Michelle warned.“Oh no, you don’t have to worry. I will never stray from Jeff. He’s my man!” I grinned. “Good. Stay strong!”I paused a bit, taking a few more sips. “You know, I think I felt an erection against my butt.”“Yep. You probably did. Darius has a knack for not wearing underwear. There’s been several times I’ve felt something quite large and hard against me. I’ve ignored it because I want to get through the shoot, get paid, and keep working. Darius works for a lot of well-known magazines. He has connections. Luckily, he hasn’t blackmailed any models to sleep with him.”“Maybe he’s got a small amount of class then,” I wondered out loud.“Maybe.”“So big, huh?”“Ha! Yes. I didn’t see it, but felt something against me on occasion. He’s probably very proud of it,” Michelle said.We shared a laugh, finished our coffee, and hugged each other goodbye. Michelle’s flight back to Florida was in the morning.I headed home, showered, got on my PJs and snuggled to Jeff in bed. He smiled, putting his arm around me, while he finished his movie. I loved my man.My last thought before kissing Jeff goodnight, was that the erection, I assumed, was pretty big indeed.-2-A couple weeks later, I rolled my eyes again, upon seeing Darius enter the studio. “Gia, great seeing you again. Damn, you look good, girl!” he looked me over. I was wearing more athletic gear – tiny shorts and sports bra. “Like what I picked out?” Darius asked.“You picked this out?”“Yes. The clothing line hired me to do all their product photos. You are wearing those products and you look incredible. Love that brown hair,” Darius snapped a few photos of me while we chatted.“Heh, thanks.”“Just me and you tonight. I need your height. Your long legs make these shorts look better,” Darius took a few more photos. “Yeah,” I smiled awkwardly, wishing Michelle was with me – or even Danielle so she could sleep with Darius, distracting him.As Darius moved about, something caught my eye. I was drawn to his crouch. “Holy shit,” I thought. “He’s got an erection.”There were a few other staff members around, adjusting lighting when needed. I wondered if they noticed it. “Mmm, yeah,” Darius said, moving around me, taking pictures, his erection bulging out. Then he moved behind me. “Shit,” I sighed, feeling a very hard, very large erection against my butt. Darius was moving my hips and arms. “Perfect,” I heard him whisper.Later he had me on the floor, in a stretching position. He took a few photos and told me to hold still. Darius stood next to me, looking into his camera at the photos he took. I couldn’t look away. His erection was practically in my face. I struggled not to giggle. I found it funny how he simply walked around, that big thing wide awake, him not caring at all. I found myself studying it, wondering if it was really that big. Darius finished up reviewing his photos. We took a few more and that was it.I was going to the back to change when I felt a soft touch no my lower back. “Gia,” Darius stopped me.“Hi,” I turned around, glancing to his crotch. It still appeared erect. Unless of course, it was a sock he stuffed in there.“You were amazing today. So very fine, and sexy,” he complimented me.“Thanks.”“Listen, what are you up to tonight? The night is young. Let me buy you a drink,” he touched my forearm.“I have to get home. My husband, dinner,” I trailed off.“I understand. How about after that? Take care of your man, then meet me for a drink. I’d love to get to know you. I believe we’ll be working a lot together in the next few months,” Darius said.“Um, well,” I looked away.“Please?” he moved closer, practically caressing my hand at this point.“Uh, fine. I’ll meet you somewhere for a quick drink,” I agreed. I figured I’d be nice to him at least. I’d have one drink, chat a bit, then leave. “Good. Wear something nice, something sexy,” Darius said.“Why? I mean, we’re just –““Please? Humor me. If I’m out with a goddess like you, I’d love it if others were blown away by you as well.”I thought for a second, wanting to go home. “Yeah, sure, ok. I’ll wear a dress.”“Thank you,” he squeezed my hand. I actually blushed at the way he looked at me. It got worse when I walked away. I looked over my shoulder at him. Darius was still looking at me. I blushed again when I saw him blatantly starting at my legs and butt. I glanced at his crotch before turning around; still bulging, still erect.A few hours later, I was fixing my hair, my burgundy dress and matching shoes on. “Whoa,” Jeff said. “This a formal event?” he joked.“Nah, she wanted me to wear a nice dress,” I failed to mention “she” was actually a he – Darius. “You look great,” Jeff came up behind me, his crotch at my butt, rubbing my shoulders. I guess he wasn’t erect since I didn’t feel anything against me. “Thank you,” I turned around, hugging him. “I won’t be gone long.”“Good, maybe we can a little fun when you get back. It’s been a couple weeks,” Jeff smiled.“You got it!” I kissed his cheek, grabbed my, purse and left.***“Hey, baby,” I felt a hand at my waist, pulling me back. I was at the bar; it was packed full of people. Darius found me and approached me from behind. He pulled me back a little further. I felt his erection again. I felt like turning around and asking him if he’s always erect, maybe even suggest a cold shower. “Over here,” he leaned in to say over the loud bar. His hand still on my waist he guided me to a tiny open spot at the bar. He ordered me cranberry juice with vodka. He was in front of me now. People were all around us. “A little crowded tonight,” I said.“Mmhmm, I don’t mind,” he said, his hand slowly sliding up and down my lower back. He pulled me right up against his chest, leaning down to chat. I felt that large erection against my stomach. Darius looked around, waiting for our drinks. I took the time to look him over. His physique, face, everything was very attractive – I had to admit. The way he touched my back, keeping his large hand there, pulling me against him, was quite nice. I stopped those thoughts when I glanced down seeing his massive erection bulging against me. I wondered why I didn’t get out of there. Just then my drink arrived. I gulped it down, nearly finishing it, to try to ease my nerves. He took a few sips of his, then started talking. “You look so sexy tonight. Thank you for wearing this.”“It’s fine,” I shrugged. “So tell me more about Gia – a gorgeous, tall, brunette,” He was rubbing my lower back, his fingers close to the rise of my butt.I cleared my throat, “Uh, well, I’m in 30s, got into fitness modeling a few years ago.”“Married,” he added.“Yep, married.”“And how is that working out for you?” he asked.“Great. Really well, actually.”Darius shot me a look as though he was surprised. “Hmm, alright.”“You don’t believe me?”“I believe you believe it’s going good. I’ve talked with a lot of married women, who at first, say all is well, but admit over time things aren’t that great,” Darius said.“They confide in you?”“Sort of. Think about this for a second. Here you are, in ataşehir escort a sexy dress, in a crowded bar with another man, a black man, whose hand is very, very close to that perfect ass of yours. And he has you right up against his body. If things were perfect at home, you’d probably not be here,” Darius said.I was at a loss, “I, uh, I don’t know what you mean.”Darius smiled, nodding his head. I could’ve sworn I felt his erection twitch. Was he right, though? I could’ve declined to join him tonight. I could’ve taken Michelle’s advice and avoided hanging out with him. But I chose to come. We were silent for a while, finishing our drinks. His hand was still there, slowly going up and down my lower back. I didn’t remove it. He had me wondering why I didn’t. When Darius noticed my drink was empty, he leaned in again. “The night is young, baby. We can go someplace quiet, like my hotel room for some wine. Or someplace a little livelier. There’s a club not far from here.”Using logic, I should’ve said “no thanks,” and headed home. I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, not his hotel room. “The club is fine, I guess,” I immediately regretted it. “Let’s go, then,” his hand still at my back, he led me out of the bar. “It’s about a quarter mile that way,” he said upon us exiting the bar.“Your hand?” he asked extending his.“What?”“Give it to me. You’re my date tonight. I don’t want these other brothas to think you’re up for grabs,” Darius said.“No, I’m fine,” I declined his offer to hold my hand.We walked along toward the club. The closer we got, the more I noticed more black people. I assumed it was some sort of hip-hop club. When I received several cat calls, whistles and “dayums” at blacks walking by, I got a little nervous. “Ok, sure,” I grabbed Darius’ hand, thinking maybe he had a slight point. His hands were on me the rest of the evening. He led me into the crowded club, onto the dance floor, spun me around and grinded against my butt. I was confused at first, I didn’t know what to do. I looked around and saw other couples, oddly enough, white women and black men, dancing to the music. “Whatever,” I thought and imitated their movements. We were basically dry humping out there. He was large, very erect, and it was rubbing against my butt, all around it and in between the cheeks. I found myself trying to make it bounce on me. I don’t know why I didn’t stop this then. After several songs, Darius spun me around, his hand bringing my thigh up around him, his erection aligning with my crotch.“You’re good at this, so sexy, so hot. You having a good night?” he asked, practically bouncing me up and down – like we were having sex while standing. “Sure,” I shrugged. “You and your husband go out like this?” he asked. I shook my head.“You two do anything special, like this?”“Sometimes, we go out to eat,” I answered over the loud music. He laughed, pulling me closer, breathing in my scent.“Is he asleep now?” Darius said in my ear. I shrugged. “Do you want to go home tonight. Or would rather have a long night out. I think you deserve one,” Darius added.“H-home,” I said. His hand was on my ass now, holding it while we danced. “You don’t really want to though, do you?”“Um, I, I do. I think I should soon,” I answered. “Then I’ll walk you to your car,” he said. Darius stopped dancing, his hand still on my ass, and walked me out of the club. With his arm d****d over me, his hand resting on my butt, we walked in silence to my car. “We’ll do this again sometime,” Darius said.“No, I don’t know about that.”“You had fun. You enjoyed it,” he brought his hands to my waist. “I know you said your marriage is fine, but my hands were all over you tonight, baby.”“I, I have to go. Goodnight,” I nudged him away from me. “See you in a couple weeks for the next shoot,” Darius said. I got in my car, not saying another word, and sped off. In the rearview mirror, I could’ve sworn I saw him tugged at his ever present erection.When I got home, Jeff was asleep – no fun for me when I returned. I was annoyed by that, I was annoyed with Darius, but most of all, annoyed with myself. I shouldn’t have hung out with Darius. I let him touch me so much, too. It was wrong. I changed into my pajamas, lying wide awake in bed. I thought of his erection against me at the club, at the bar, at work. I thought of his words too. I looked over to a sleeping Jeff, picturing Darius’ large, black hand on my ass at the club. I shook the image from my head and rolled over to try to sleep.-3-It was the week before Valentine’s Day. Darius was up from Miami again. No one else was with him. Not Danielle or Michelle – it was just the two of us again. My outfits consisted of more athletic clothing; shorts, sports bras, yoga pants.We made small talk, chatting about the photoshoot, nothing interesting. Nearing the end of the shoot was when the whispers, caresses began along with a very obvious and very impressive erection.“So perfect, baby. So perfect,” he whispered moving behind me. He put my arms in a certain pose, and his erection rested against my ass.“Mmm, there we go, yeah just like that,” he whispered. The shoot ended soon and he remained right near me. “Your husband taking you out for Valentine’s Day next weekend?” Darius asked, looking through the images he took.I lied and told Darius that Jeff was indeed taking me out. We were going to a lovely, romantic restaurant. In reality, Jeff never really mentioned Valentine’s Day. I got used to it, never expecting something. “Good, very good. So you’re free for me to take you out tonight?” Darius asked.“Huh?”“Tonight. I’ll be back in Miami next weekend. So I’d like to take you out for Valentine’s Day tonight – as a way of thanking you for your incredible body,” Darius paused, looking me up and down. “Of work, that is”“I don’t know, I have plans to um –““Gia, just dinner. At a nice jazz bar. Maybe some wine. That’s it,” Darius told me.I bit my bottom lip, looking away. I felt his hand on my bare midriff, his finger caressing it up and down. “Please?”“Um, sure, yeah that’s fine. I’ll meet you there.”“Thank you, baby,” Darius put his hands around my waist, pulling me against him, his erection poking against me. “Thank you,” he leaned down to whisper.***We sat together watching the jazz band play in a low lit club. Darius had his arm around me and I was tense. I wanted to bat it away, but something prevented me. He pulled me closer, I tried scooting away. “Hey, relax,” he pulled me against him. I lost a bit of my balance and my hand went to his thigh. He quickly caught it, holding it there.“Darius,” I tried to jerk it away.“Gia, relax,” he peered into my eyes. “You’re a gorgeous, sexy woman. You’re mine tonight. We’ll enjoy music, have a drink, and that’s it. Relax.”I gulped, slowed my breathing, and nodded. He released my hand, looked back to the band, and kept his arm around me. I stared at my hand resting on another man’s thigh. It was hard, muscular, big – similar to something else. That something else was slithering its way down his thigh, my fingers less than an inch from it. My mouth dropped, I watched it grow, unable to look away. It was amazing.“Wow,” I mouthed. I looked to Darius, his eyes on the band. Mmm, that black man was so good looking. I looked away, closing my eyes, trying to remember my husband’s name. I struggled the rest of the evening. Luckily it came to an end. Darius walked me back to my car, his hand around my waist, just above my butt. I fumbled with my keys, having trouble finding the correct one. I finally did, quickly inserting it in the door. “Hey,” Darius grabbed me arm, causing me to turn around. “Thank you for a wonderful night.”“Yeah, no problem.”His hand went to my back, he leaned in and kissed my cheek, his hand going to my ass, patting it softly. “Goodnight.”I’m not sure how I made it home that night. When I got there, I showered, then got in bed next to a sleeping Jeff. He thought I was out with Michelle again. Jeff forgot about Valentine’s Day the following weekend. We didn’t go out. I attempted to bring it up. He replied with an “oh yeah, happy Valentine’s Day” and that was that. The next night we had sex. It was clumsy, quick, and I didn’t climax. Lying against a near asleep Jeff, I wondered if it’s always been like this. Maybe I didn’t care before if it was. I wondered what Darius was up to that night, probably having sex with Danielle. She was probably cheating on her husband with Darius. I looked to Jeff, he was yawning, flipping the channels of the TV. I glanced at his body. It was out of shape, flabby. I thought about the quick sex we just had. He was on top. I could tell he was inside me, but there was no pussy stretching, no deep penetration. My thoughts returned to Darius the weekend prior. My hand right near that long, thick erection, sliding down his pant leg. Jeff turned off the TV, rolled over, saying a quick “goodnight.”I sat there in the dark room for a few minutes, thinking of Darius. I wanted to cum so badly. I knew that if I masturbated, it’d be to thoughts of Darius. I sighed, gathered some self-control and rolled over, hoping sleep would come soon.-4-I went a little over a month without working with Darius again. I that time Jeff and I had intercourse once, and I performed oral sex another time too. Something was happening between he and I, something I was noticing a lot of lately. The sex was infrequent and not great, but also everything with Jeff seemed boring. My mood around him wasn’t the most pleasant at times. When I saw Darius again, I was actually somewhat happy about it. That happiness turned to awkwardness and hesitation when I saw the bikini he had me wear. It was tiny. I’ve seen far worse, but it was still quite small. This usually happens in the Spring – swimwear ads are created and ready for the summer.All the usual flirtations, caresses, whispers occurred. I felt his erection against bare skin this time instead of shorts. “Tonight,” Darius ran his fingers up and down my tummy, standing inches in front of me. “What are you doing?”“I don’t know.”“I need you to be my date again. There’s a yearly event here in town, for a magazine I shoot regularly for. Will be on my arm again tonight? Show everyone one of the goddesses I work with?” Darius asked.I hesitated again. His big hand slid around my waist, pulling me against him. “I’d appreciate it, baby,” he caressed my face.“Ok,” I quickly nodded. I pushed away and got changed. On the way home, Michelle scolded me on the phone. “It’s for Elite Magazine, isn’t it?” she asked.“I don’t know, he didn’t say.”“Ugh, if it is,” Michelle said on the phone. “You’re playing with fire. Don’t hang out with him outside photo shoots. Please! He’s a predator.”“I can handle him. Nothing has happened yet. We even went out the weekend before Valentine’s Day.”“Ah geez. Gia, please be careful,” Michelle urged. We ended the call when I arrived home. “Hey,” Jeff nodded when I arrived. “I was thinking we could go to dinner tonight.”“Can’t,” I brushed past him. “I have a magazine event to go to.”“What? Aw come on. Please? We haven’t gone out much lately,” Jeff wined. “Well, we can another night,” I undressed, starting up the shower. “Would tomorrow be ok?” Jeff asked.“Uh, ümraniye escort sure, why not,” I stepped into the shower, rinsing off.“What kind of event is it?” Jeff asked, watching me straighten out the dark grey dress I was wearing. I wondered if it showed too much leg, but ultimately didn’t care.“I don’t know. Michelle and I are going, she’s in town again. Might lead to more work for me.”“Alright,” Jeff sat on the bed. “Well, what time will you be home.”“I’m not sure. Ok? Not sure,” I was getting agitated with him. I wanted to leave. “Probably late.”“Alright. Fine. Have fun,” Jeff was annoyed as well. When I saw Darius at the venue, I smiled upon seeing him. That was the first time that happened. Another first was me hugging him. “Mmm, hey baby,” he kissed my cheek. “So sexy,” Darius looked me over. His big arm was around my waist, his hand resting close to my butt again. He led me inside, my mouth dropped open.There were black men everywhere. Not only that, but every single one of their dates, all the women in attendance, were white. “Um, Darius? What’s going on?” I asked.“This is Elite Magazine. Black males are their main customers. These are models and other employees here,” was all he said. I didn’t press the issue further. I instead observed everything. There were speeches made, awards given, then a DJ came out, turning the event into a night club of sorts. Darius, his hands always on my body, led me around the room, chatting with his associates – all black men with white women dates.I had a few more questions, but Darius answered them before I asked.As the night went on, we danced, his erection bouncing all around my ass. Near the end of the evening, Darius pulled me against him, his hand on my tummy, as he dry humped me from behind to the beat of the music.“They’ve all gone black,” he said in my ear.I was busy gyrating my hips against his crotch. I loved the feel is his big, hard cock against me. “Hmm?” I said.I turned me around, my hand on his stomach, his thigh against my crotch. “These white women here. They’ve all gone black. They only fuck black men. Some of them are models for the magazine.”“What?” I looked around, seeing fairly curvy, thick white women dancing with their dates. Some were kissing, some had their hand in his pants.“You’re sexier than all of them. Your ass isn’t as huge, but it’s perfect. Your tits aren’t as huge, but they’re perfect,” Darius said to me.“Darius,” I shook my head.“I think you’re perfect. My white goddess.”We stared at one another, my hand traveling south. Was it an accident? I don’t know. But when I looked down, my hand was on his erection, against his thigh, rubbing it. I jerked it away. I ended our dance and got away from Darius.“Gia?” he approached me from behind.“I need to go. I need to get home. I’m sorry,” I said.“I’ll walk you to your car,” Darius said. His arm around my waist yet again, we got out of there.“In April, I’ve booked some time in a studio in New York,” Darius told me at my car. I nodded and turned around to get in. He grabbed my arms pulling against his erection. “I want to fly you up for a long weekend.”“Darius, I don’t think I –““I want you there,” his erection grinded against me harder, I couldn’t help but moan, feeling it against my butt. “I, I don’t know,” I was having trouble breathing. “All the photos of you, so gorgeous. That long brown hair, that body – my camera worships it. I would worship it.”“Darius, I,” I turned around, seeing his face – so good looking. I glanced down to his bulging crotch – so very large.“Gia?” he tugged at his cock.“Yes! Yes! Ok?” I pushed him away a bit and got in my car. I sped off, regretting what I agreed to. Part of me was looking forward to it. I couldn’t shake the image of all the event’s attendants, all interracial couples. All those white women seemed to enjoy being with their black dates. I had to pull over to the side of the road and calm my breathing, also, calm my arousal.Jeff and I were watching a movie in bed again one night, a couple weeks later, after quick sex. My cell phone vibrated. It was a text from Darius. Normally he didn’t call or text me, but this night it was flight information. I texted back with a simple “thanks.”My phone buzzed again. I glanced at Jeff, then read the message, “I can’t wait, baby. Goddess.”I rolled my eyes, and turned my phone off.-5-Darius picked me up from the airport. He drove me to his rented studio. We barely spoke. The studio itself was almost like an apartment. It had a bedroom, a kitchen, bathroom, and large area for camera and lighting equipment. I told Jeff a half-truth. I told him I was going to New York to work with a photographer. He seemed fine with that. I didn’t tell him it was Darius, a sexy black man that’s been coming on to me. “And where do I change?” I asked.“Bedroom,” Darius answered, grabbing his camera.He had several string bikinis set up for me. I sat my bag down and grabbed the first one. It barely covered my breasts, my butt was basically fully exposed; a tiny string went up my crack. What was covered, the fabric was red. “Mmm, yes,” he nodded seeing me appear.“Let’s get this over with,” I said.“Relax, Gia, it’s all good.”I ignored his words and walked toward the large window area. I saw sky sc****rs across the way, office buildings, traffic stories below us. Darius was already taking photos. He moved me to my knees, made me arch my back, my breasts on display. I went to all fours, looking at the camera seductively. In one pose, I closed my eyes, my hand on my tummy. I wanted to get this over with but I knew it was going to be a long weekend. I turned around, facing away from him, letting him take pictures of my butt. A minute later, I felt him behind me, his breath, his erection against my practically bare ass.“Gia,” he said, his hands on my shoulders. “You know why I brought you here. It’s you and me, all weekend.”He kissed along my neck, my spine tingled, “Darius.”“Shhh,” he said. “You’re going black this weekend. You’re going to cheat. Like I said, you and me, all weekend.”“N-no, I’m not,” I struggled to say. “No.”That’s when I felt something heavy land on my ass cheek. It struck it several times. I knew instantly Darius whipped his cock out and was slapping my ass with it.I started to move, but his hand went to my waist, “Gia. I want that white pussy. You want my black dick.”I was trembling, my heart pounding; I was frozen in place. His free hand undid the string of my bikini top while his cock banged against my ass. I was motionless while he tossed the top aside and grabbed my breast. “Mmm,” Darius moaned. “All weekend, baby.”“Oh shit,” I whispered, watching his hand squeeze my tit, his thumb raking across my erect nipple. While he fondled my breasts, his other hand undid my bottoms, letting them fall. “D-Darius,” I shook, feeling his cock in between my butt cheeks. He seesawed his cock up and down. It was so long, so big. “Gia, it’s only a matter of time before the white models I work with go black and let me in; giving me their pussy.”“I won’t, I can’t go black,” I struggled to said.“But you will let me in. And you will want it again and again,” Darius kissed my neck, my shoulders, my back. “Let me in that white pussy.”I couldn’t fight it anymore. My legs parted slightly, my back arched. I was going to let him in, I was going to cheat; no more resisting. He guided and pushed his cockhead against my pussy lips. I gasped sharply when I felt him slide in me, stretching me, traveling deep inside me, hitting places Jeff never had. My hand went to the window to stabilize my balance. “Mmm, that’s it, let that pussy stretch, take my black dick,” Darius whispered. I came. I climaxed on his perfect cock, my body, my pussy trembling on him. He slid back a little, and thrusted right back in. “Ah!” I cried. I heard Darius remove his shirt. He thrusted once more. I heard and felt him wiggle, his pants falling all the way down. He thrusted again. He stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside. Then he truly got to work.“Ah!” I cried out once more. “Da –“ I couldn’t even say his name. My pussy was tingling, my body was on fire, had trouble standing. His arms wrapped around me, a hand on my breasts, another on my stomach. In and out, he went, taking me from behind, I whimpered, waiting for something that wouldn’t come for a very long time – Darius’ ejaculating.My eyes rolled into the back of my head, I struggled to stand, but Darius held me, pumping his hips slowly against me. I reached around, grabbing from something. I grabbed his thigh, inadvertently urging him on. “Oh yes,” I barely whispered.Then I did something almost by an instinct, I thrusted back, meeting him. I did it again, and again, until we were in sync. “Oh, yeah, yeah,” I grit my teeth, my hand gripping his thigh, his hands on my breasts. We went for 15 minutes, fucking by the window. Everyone on those buildings could’ve seen us, but I didn’t care. I was expecting him to cum, to fill me with sperm. He never did. I was the one cumming over and over. “Have you gone black yet, baby?” he asked.“Ahh, n-no!”He slammed into me a final hard time before slowly pulling that big dick out. “Really?” he asked.I turned around, my mouth drop. “Oh wow, holy shit,” I whispered, looking him over, staring at his perfect body, and his huge, dangling cock. “No,” I shook my head. “I haven’t gone black,” I lunged at him grabbing his face, pulling it to mine. My mouth closed over his, our tongues slithered against each other’s. I’d never been hornier. “Mmm, mmm,” moaned as we kissed. My tongue slithered back into my mouth and sucked his, just like a cock. He stood there, hands squeezing my ass, as I sucked his big juicy tongue. His cock, his glorious cock against my tummy. I almost forgot about it. I ended the most erotic kiss I’ve ever given, took a step back and once more drank in his body. I needed it so badly. I went to my knees, with my left hand, my wedding ring visible, I grabbed that big black dick, sucking away on it like a woman possessed. I guess in some ways I was.Rubbing my clit, I brought myself an orgasm a moment later, while slobbering on his cock, forgetting everything and everyone.“You gone black yet?” Darius pulled me to my feet. I was still defiant, shaking my head. He scooped down, picking me up, my legs wrapping around him. He drove his cock in and dove down to suck my tits. I shivered in his arms, as he stood there, my body impaled on his cock. His mouth closed on my breast, almost sucking the entire thing in his mouth. He rested me against the window, hands gripping my ass, and bounced me on that big dick of his. “You gonna cum for me all weekend. You gonna forget about your husband. By the time you leave here, you’ll have realized what this body is made for – serving black dick.”“No, no,” I said as he bounced my body up and down, fucking me up against the huge window. He stared at me, licking those thick lips of his. I came again. “I’m taking you to the bedroom. You have long weekend ahead of you,” Darius told me. -6-This man was on top of me, staring into my face, watching me cum over and over as fucked me better than my husband ever has. Darius wasn’t human. He kept driving that big cock in kadıköy escort me for hours, until the sun set, until I nearly passed out. My body was soaking wet, mostly from his sweat dripping on me. “Are, are you gonna –““Finish? Cum? I’m just getting started,” Darius answered my question. He sat on his knees, bringing my nearly limp body up, kissing me hard.He slapped my ass, “Ride that dick, then tell me you still haven’t gone black, you still aren’t addicted.”I glared at him angrily. “Don’t look at me like that. Show me what you got. Work that pussy,” Darius said. I fucked him. I fucked that black man so hard I thought I’d kill him. But he took it everything my body could give him. When my legs were like jelly, sore from the intense workout of riding his cock, I rolled off him, letting my tits service his cock next. When they were covered in precum, I pushed him back then let my mouth service him next. I sucked his cock until my neck, jaws, mouth were all sore. A couple hours later, I went to all fours wiggling my hips. I still had something to give Darius. My ass would service his cock next. I never had anal sex with my husband, but I felt compelled to give everything to Darius. I didn’t care that it hurt, I didn’t care that was difficult at first, when Darius’ cock penetrated my anus, I had done it – I gave him all that I had. Running his hands all over my sweat drenched back, I knew when he was done, he’d ask me. I knew he’d asked if I’d gone black. I didn’t want to answer. I just gave him my entire body; I didn’t want to further feed his ego. He eventually, near dawn, ended up cumming in my mouth. I was pumping his cock, wanting every last drop. I tasted him, I tasted myself, it was delicious. In a soaking wet melding of a white woman and black man, I collapsed on top of him, utterly spent. “Mmm, baby,” he said, out of breath. I just had the most incredible sexual experience in my entire life. I licked his chest, kissed his nipples. I licked his stomach, his abs, sucking sweat out of his belly button. I licked down to his cock, sucking his balls into my mouth. I licked all the way back up, then laid in his arms. I couldn’t get enough. “So, tell me, have you –“ Darius tried to ask. I put my hand over his mouth, silencing him. We were asleep a few minutes later.***We spent the next two days fucking until we couldn’t stay awake. We broke the bed, a lamp, a couple pieces of camera equipment.He’d pour champagne all over my tits, licking it off. He ate my pussy out causing me to squirt juices all over his face. We did it out on the balcony, in broad daylight, the sun beating down on us. We 69’d while standing, lying down; he’d slam me on the table, the throat-fuck me. We took a bath together, sucking champagne from the bottle, then pour it on ourselves. We went at it so hard, most of the water spilled out of the tub. During small breaks, I learned that Darius has slept with every single model he’s worked with – except Michelle.On the last day, the morning before my flight back home, we were having sex in the shower. I was holding onto the tops of the stall, my legs around him. “Have,” Darius grit his teeth, really working hard on my pussy. “Have you gone black yet?” I glared back at him, my tits bouncing in the steamy shower, “Fuck you!”A couple hours later I was at the airport, getting my bag out the back of his car. “Hey,” Darius stopped me. “I’ll see you again.”“No you won’t. This was a one-time thing. It was wrong, but I got it out of my system. Never again. Ok?” I told him. He smiled and nodded. “If you say so.”I limped through the airport, through security, then arrived at my gate with a little while before my flight. I was sore, exhausted, and guilt-ridden. -7-I was in a frantic state after returning from New York. I avoided Jeff as best I could, telling him I caught the flu or something. He believed me and kept his distance. I holed up in our bedroom, overcome with guilt and anger. I couldn’t believe I actually succumbed to Darius, that entire weekend, over and over. His words of me “going black” echoed in my mind. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t cheat again. In our bedroom, I cried, and tossed and turned, my near constant orgasms with Darius on a replay that I couldn’t shut off. Poor Jeff slept on the couch, actually thinking what illness he believed I had was contagious. If I had an illness, it was certainly addictive. I forced myself to come off it, swearing, vowing I would never cheat or work with Darius again. In May, I shocked Jeff by requesting we go to marriage counseling. He didn’t understand why. I didn’t tell him I cheated. Instead, I told him, I want us to be closer, to make sure the marriage was strong. It was all a front. I needed something to make me forget about cheating, to make the problems in the marriage, no matter how small, go away so I wouldn’t be tempted to cheat again. It’s almost like the counseling was a form of rehab for the marriage. I felt so much guilt for cheating, so much anger at myself, such a huge desire to prove Darius wrong and not go black, that the counseling would help prevent me from relapsing with Darius. The counseling sessions weren’t horrible. Jeff hated every minute of them. But they actually helped me voice some inner desires. I wanted us to be closer, do things together, maybe even exercise together. I wanted romance and steamy sex. The only anger in the counseling session was me with myself. They worked a little, too. Over the course of May and June, Jeff and I went out more. We went to movies, dinners, we had sex more. It was nothing compared to sex with Darius, but there was some intimacy there. I never orgasmed, but it wasn’t horrible. I loved Jeff, I loved him showing me the love he had for me. As the weeks passed, I thought less and less of my horrible mistake, putting it behind me as a one-time fluke. Jeff and I were spending a lot of time together. By July, we even took a vacation to the beach. All was well, we had a great time; we held hands walking along the beach. I felt closer, more intimate with him – which is what I wanted. Michelle never knew about me giving into my urges with Darius. I told her in August when I was in Miami, staying with her for work, that things were great with Jeff. Darius was just a big flirt. I was lucky not to run into him while down there. However, I did in September though. I felt confident, sure of myself, that I could resist him and keep my promise to myself of never cheating again. When I stepped out of the dressing room, in another bikini, and I saw Darius smiling at me, my pussy became soaking, dripping wet. Seeing him, the way he looked at me, touched me – I was a goner. After the shoot ended, I looked in the mirror of the dressing room. “One more time, one last time,” I thought. I left the room, still in my bikini, found Darius and dragged him away. Several minutes later, we were in his car in the parking lot; I was naked, bouncing up and down on him. “Ah, fuck me! Fuck me!” I screamed, his car rocking back and forth. “How many brothers have you been with sine we last saw each other?” he asked.”None!” I kept bouncing.”Heh, looks like you really missed black dick,” he said, watching me climax.”Yes!”I stopped bouncing and kissed him hard. “When is your flight back to Miami?””Tomorrow morning.””I’m coming with you. I’ll tell my husband it’s some emergency re-shoot an ad agency is freaking out about. I have to fly to Miami tonight,” I told him.”You gonna go home and get some clothes?””No. I’ll just wear some of yours. They’ll be baggy, but I’m sure one of your t-shirts will cover enough.””How long are you going to be in Miami? And you do realize I’m going to be in that pussy the entire time.””I don’t know and yes. Now then, where were we?” I smiled, kissing him again, continuing to fuck him in the parking lot. A couple hours later, after I lied to Jeff, we were in his shower, kissing passionately. Later he flung me on the bed, still wet, entered me and kept going. We made a mess of the bed, of the nearby desk, the chairs overturned, the d****s were pulled off. We fucked so, so very much. In the morning, I put on his long t-shirt, and boxers underneath, we held hands and left his hotel. We headed to the airport, bought an extra ticket for me. and off to Miami I went. We had sex in the airplane bathroom.We continued at his luxurious apartment, fucking the entire time. We made a mess of the place, just like his hotel room. He didn’t care, he said the maid would clean it soon. I was on top of him, riding his black cock, my hands resting on his abs. He smiled, watching me, watching my tits bounce. “So? You gone black now?””Yes!” I cried out.”Uh huh. You love that black dick don’t you.””I love that black dick!” He wiped sweat from my tummy, my forehead, then put his hands behind his head, smiling at me as I fucked his brains out. So many thoughts entered my mind. I was on top, I was on all fours, I was gagging on cock, all while trying to figure out what to do about Jeff. Would I leave him? Would I keep sleeping with Darius? Or maybe even have several black boyfriends. I didn’t know. -8-I bought some clothes while down there, shortly before my flight home a week later. I didn’t bother calling or visiting Michelle while I was there. Just as I we were leaving, Darius taking me to the airport, he received a visitor. Danielle showed up. “Hey baby!” she kissed Darius. “Mmm, hey girl. I gotta take this goddess to the airport. I’ll be back for you soon,” Darius said.On the way to the airport, while I was sucking Darius’ cock, he told me Danielle lived in Tampa and drove over to Miami once a month to stay with him for a week. She was married and had chosen to stay married. Her husband didn’t know about her affairs. He asked me what I was going to do. I told him I didn’t know. I kissed him goodbye and headed into the airport. I didn’t want to be like Danielle, hurting her husband like that. I already hurt Jeff. I didn’t want to make it worse by sleeping around and still be married. It’d be easier if I simply filed for divorce, became free, then became stuffed full of as many black cocks as I wanted. I filed for divorce in October. Jeff was baffled. I remember saying “sorry” over and over again. He begged if there was something he could do to change to fix it. I kept saying “sorry.”He offered to leave, I told him no, that I’d go to a hotel. That night at a club, I met the first of several black boyfriends I gained. They weren’t boyfriends in the since that we were in committed romantic relationships, but they were boys, that were friends, and we had sex. Every night I had a new man it seemed. Every night I was on my back, on my tummy, getting fucked by a black man. I was free.Jeff moved out. I said I wanted nothing from him, he said he wanted nothing from me. He became a ghost, I haven’t heard from or saw him since. I don’t suspect I ever will again. I spent Christmas in Hawaii, working photoshoots here. I’ve met a few black men, that I’ve slept with. Darius wasn’t here, so I had to make do. It’s January 1st again. I’m waiting for my coworker model to arrive. We had a such a hot and sexy shoot earlier. I’m naked and ready for him. When he knocks on the door, I’ll greet him, then ride his cock all night.I’m not sure what the future holds. I’m not sure if this is just a phase. I’m not sure if I’ll be modeling forever, but for now, this is my life and this is what I love – black dick.Here it is, January 1st, 5:30 pm – exactly one year since I met Darius, the man that set me on this journey of my marriage ending, my life changing forever.The end.

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