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ONE.

After their exciting New Year party, when Jill had give John a blow job, and enjoyed a fuck with Rod’s large, unusual penis, whilst Alan had fucked both Paula and Diana, life returned to normal for Jill and Alan. The experiences would fuel their love-making by exchanging detailed memories of that evening, as they aroused each other. Some days later, relaxing in bed after enjoying sex together, having re-lived the more lurid moments of the party, Jill was a bit circumspect.

‘Are you okay, darling?’ Alan asked, stroking her breasts.

‘Yes, thanks. But I was just wondering what exciting sexual adventure we can have next. A bit of something to spice it up a bit. What do you fancy Alan? Have you ever tied dogging?’

‘Well, no. Never! Have you?’

‘No. But I’ve often wondered what it’s like?’ Jill was snuggled in Alan’s arms, feeling his hand casually caress her breasts. ‘Having anonymous cocks fucking you, one after the other.’

‘Sounds fun,’ Alan laughed. ‘Let’s take a look at some video clips on Xhamster.’ Alan slipped out of bed for his I-pad. He soon found the dogging videos. They found them horny and arousing. As they watched the action, each played with the other’s genitals. After half an hour of viewing, they got into a 69 position and had oral sex. Jill always enjoyed cock sucking, whilst Alan was licking Jill’s wet vulva, slipping his tongue deep into the delicious vagina. Orgasms were not quite together, but close. Alan ejaculated first, triggering a jerking climax from Jill.

They lay side by side, recovering from their exertions. Alan asked, ‘Would you like to try it? We can soon find a dogging spot, I’m sure.’

‘Is it safe?’

‘Of course. The regulars keep a tight control. Condoms essential. If the lady says no, there’s no forcing.’

‘How do you know all this?’

‘I checked it out on the internet. Out of curiosity!’

‘Oh yes? So you have been thinking about it! I’m not sure I have the nerve though.’

‘Well, you don’t have to have full sex. Just enjoy watching, or letting guys feel your tits. Handle their cocks. Masturbate them. That sort of thing.’

Jill took Alan’s cock in her hand. ‘Mm. That sounds fun. Sucking anonymous cocks. Shall we try it?

‘Okay. When?’

‘I’ll think about it. When the weather’s a bit warmer, though.’

The subject of dogging wasn’t brought up again for a few weeks. But in early March there was an unusual warm spell of weather. Jill had never forgotten the idea. In fact, she often fantasized about it. At an appropriate time, after satisfying sex, she mentioned it again to Alan.

‘I think I’m ready for a bit of dogging, Alan.’

‘Good! Well, the weather’s unusually warm for the time of year, and still fairly dark in the evenings, so let’s give it a try.’

‘When?’

‘Well, Fridays are good nights. I’ve been doing some research on the internet and found what I think is a good place for it.’

TWO

It was suggested by Alan that he take his Panasonic video recorder to capture Jill’s activities, for later play back. Jill would be too busy to see what was really happening, so they could play it back when they got home. Jill was struck by the possibility of re-living the experience on the screen.

For their first time, Jill didn’t want to offer herself for full sex. She was too nervous for that. Just feeling and groping, to see if she could handle it. Perhaps some cock-sucking. Alan would be nearby, recording the action, if she found it too much. She was very nervous all day, which was unusual for a such a street-wise lady. But a new sexual experience was something that excited her.

Jill found herself thinking of her first experience with playing with a cock herself. One of the older members offered to give her a lift in his car to rehearsals. One thing led to another, and she ended up playing with his erect penis, rubbing it up and down until it spurted in her hand. She had been nervous at first, since this was the very first cock she had felt, and her first experience of sperm, which she found very erotic. Although he was rather ugly, he had a nice cock, so she began to enjoy playing with it, tossing it off. For some reason, he had never tried to feel her, or even kiss her.

This happened twice a week and Sunday afternoons. So Jill soon got to know every wrinkle of this guy’s cock. About five inches, fairly thick, but heavily veined. The time came when, studying the cock at close quarters, she felt her head being pushed to the head. For some reason, Jill found herself opening her mouth to take it in. That was an sublime moment, changing her sex life forever! The feel of a cock in her mouth was an great thrill. She explored the shaft with her tongue and lips. Enchanting! And when he came, filling her mouth with several spurts of warm sperm, it was a most sexy sensation. Jill thought the taste of sperm exciting and amazing! Thereafter, she became a slave of the cock! New boyfriends enjoyed having their cocks sucked by this beautiful lady. She was rather surprised at eighteen, that she had waited so long to sample one.

There seks hikayeleri had been many cocks since those days, and Jill discovered that no two cocks were quite the same. Ever since her first fuck in the back of a car with her first leading man, each encounter with a cock was a new thrilling discovery for Jill. There had been many. But meeting Alan had put a stop to her freedom. Well, mostly, if not quite. She recalled Alan’s first feel of her vulva in his car on the moors. She had played sucked his cock until it exploded, whilst she herself had a very intense orgasm.

She was on a high all day at work, feeling anxious with anticipation of what might happen. The good news was that it was a dry and a fairly warm day as forecast. After dinner, they went to change for the evening. Jill just dressed in lace panties, no bra, and a top coat was all she needed. She was in a state of perpetual nervous excitement at the prospect of sucking strange cocks. Alan had suggest she wore a face mask to cover the upper part of her face. It would have two purpose, he told her. First, so that she could not be recognized in the unlikely event that there was someone there who might know them, but secondly, to help her to believe herself to be someone else doing these things. Masks often helped to hide a person from themselves. They still had several masks from Christmas in the cupboard. She chose a cat’s face.

It was past eight-thirty when they eventually drove out of their driveway. They used Alan’s Kia Sedona with Jill sitting in the rear seats, with ample room for her to stretch. The site he’d chosen from the internet was the secluded car park at the back of a metro supermarket on the edge of town, about two miles from home. It was closed after eight in the evening, and was fairly accessible from the road. The space was surrounded by trees. It was carefully guarded. When they approached the place, Alan slowed down, indicating turning into the area. There was a car at the narrow approach, with two men who gestured for him to stop. After a quick look inside, they motioned for him to drive on. The large car park was fairly well lit.

As they drove to the far end of the park, Jill saw several cars already parked up, most with interior lights on. It was the first warm evening for weeks, which attracted the doggers. Already, there was action going on in two of them. One of the cars had it’s passenger door open, with a lady bending over, leaning against it. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, with a guy fucking her from behind. Three others were standing round watching, cocks in hand, waiting for their turn for a fuck. Other cars seemed to have people waiting to see what developed. Perhaps just voyeurs. There were quite a lot of men taking advantage of the warm evening, in search of free sex. Alan parked beside a Land Rover discovery, which had driven in ahead of them, with a couple in it.

Alan turned to Jill. ‘Okay?’ he asked. Feeling very tense, she nodded, unbuttoning her coat, to expose her breasts and bare torso. She smiled nervously at Alan as he opened his door to step out with his camera. Jill then wound the windows down, turning on the interior lights, as if beckoning someone to approach. The occupants of the Land Rover had, meantime, opened the car doors, where the lady got out to open the boot, arranging herself, sitting on the tail-gate. Her blouse was open, displaying large, heavy breasts with enormous areolae and nipples. The other occupant, a middle aged man of sturdy build, was walking round the front of Alan’s car, towards Jill’s open window.

Jill saw the man approach the open window, gazing down at her naked groin and belly. She felt vulnerable! Her mouth was dry with expectation. Jill’s muscles tensed and her throat dried as she watched his arm reach tentatively though the window, finger tips touching her belly. Jill gave an involuntary shiver at the touch. She gasped.

‘May I?’ she heard him ask. After a brief hesitation, her heart thudding against her ribs, Jill nodded. Feeling every nerve in her groin tense, she closed here eyes, concentrating on the sensation of foreign fingers on her vulva. It was already awash with her private nectar, in expectation of being penetrated. The fingers were soft and sensitive, gently exploring her groin, sneaking through her pubic hair. As they reached her clitoral hood, there was a lurch inside her belly. Oh God! She whispered to herself. She swallowed. This is it! The fingers found her labia, carefully searching the vestibule, rubbing the cluster of fleshy petals round her vagina. Oh God! This was so fucking exciting! She almost had an orgasm on the spot, her nerves were so aroused.

Opening her eyes, Jill turned her head to the open window. The guy had unzipped, displaying his hard cock sticking out from the flies. Whilst fingers of one hand explored her vulva, discovering the opening of her vagina, his other hand was holding his sturdy cock, pointing it at her face, slowly masturbating. Taking a deep breath, Jill plucked up courage to reach across to touch it, stroking it tentatively with sex hikayeleri the pads of her fingers. It felt heavenly! Smooth! Although she had played with many cocks before, this was somehow different. She didn’t know this one. It was a total stranger. Growing in confidence, Jill curled her hand round the shaft, dragging back the foreskin, wanting to examine the slit. She felt the fingers between her thighs start to penetrate her, slowly pushing in and out of her pussy. With a thrilling trembling in her thighs, Jill pushed her head across to the cock, taking it gradually into her mouth. The feeling was indescribably wonderful. A stranger’s cock! In her mouth! Not too long, but thick. Her tongue explored every bit of it, lingering on the head, feeling it responding to her stimulating touch.

It was then that she realized that a second hand had joined in from the opposite window, caressing her inner thigh, wanting a feel of the more private part with the first guy. At the same time another erect cock appeared on her left, whilst a hand moved through the window to find the nipple of her left breast. Taking her hand from the first cock, whilst still running her mouth around it, she took hold of the second cock. Nice and firm with a loose foreskin. Her thumb and index finger jerked it up and down. Her eyes devoured the sight of her hand playing with it. Jill guessed it was a good six inches, though not particularly thick. It had a slight bend in it she noticed, as she studied the pronounced swelling down the underside. Slowly, she slid her mouth over the cock until her lips reached the public hair. Jill enjoyed giving deep throat, relaxing her throat, feeling the head deep inside. She started to nod her head up and down on it, feeling the head rub against the roof of her mouth. Suddenly, the cock erupted, filling her cheeks with warm thick sperm. Oh my God, she said to herself! An incredible taste! Jill exulted in the wonderful flavor of a stranger’s cum.

It was an incredible experience for her, even though she had often enjoyed having sperm in her mouth. Somehow, this was different. After a few moments of gently sucking the spent shaft, as it began to deflate, Jill swallowed the offering. She turned her face to the other cock in her hand, guiding it into her mouth. She was over the moon with taking between her lips the second cock of the evening. Meanwhile, two fingers were still pushing deep inside her vagina, creating a phenomenal sensation in her groin. But this second cock didn’t have the staying power of the first. Within a very few minutes, after vigorous sucking, it, too, was emptying its load inside her cheeks. The taste was a subtle difference from the first. More salty and not as plentiful. The cock soon subsided. the sperm slid down her welcoming throat. Jill wanted more!

On a sudden impulse, Jill unlocked the doors, then opened hers wide, before swinging one leg out of it, keeping the other resting on back of the driver’s seat, with her thighs wide open, available to any searching hand. She was feeling insatiable, desperate for more cock! The guy feeling her pussy, had opened the door and was now sitting beside her. She could feel him masturbating, pressing his cock against her inner thigh. Two more guys approached her, erections sticking out of their open trousers, being held in their hands. Side by side, they stood in the open door, reaching their hands in to grope at Jill’s boobs and inner thighs. One of the cocks already had its foreskin retracted, the polished purple head looming large in front of her eyes. It was a swarthy color, lightly veined along the shaft. She took the base in her hand, then opened her lips to suck the head, running her tongue round the ridge. Down, underneath the shaft. Jill gasped in surprise at the scent of pussy juice round the hairy base of the cock. This guy had just recently finished fucking some other woman. Oh my God!! Her vaginal juices had collected like a collar round the bottom of his cock. He was coming to Jill for seconds! The thought gave her a spurt of lust, tasting the vagina of some anonymous woman whilst sucking the guy. At the same time, she took the other cock in her right hand, jerking it up an down, feeling the softness of the skin, taking in the heavy testicles.

As she was busily enjoying her cock sucking, Jill realized that the opposite door had been opened, with the guy who had been groping her pussy through the window. He was now kneeling on the floor, bending over her with his head between her thighs, inhaling her scent and licking her private juices. It was an astonishing sensation, having a stranger licking your pussy and rubbing your clit whilst sucking another’s cock. Jill was getting so aroused that she was finding it hard to hold back her orgasm. But why the hell should she? Yes! Let go! The cock she was jerking came with a violent thrust, the sperm splattering on her face and chin. Her belly fluttered wildly, her loins were shaking with sheer lust as her own orgasm started deep in her groin. Coming! Coming! Coming! Oooohh fuck! And the ecstacy shattered in her whole body, just erotik hikayeler as the third guy’s cock exploded in her mouth. A double cum! She swilled the delicious sperm round and round in her cheeks, wallowing in the glorious orgasm, licking her sperm covered lips.

As she subsided from her climax, the cock slipped from her mouth, but a fourth cock quickly replaced it. A big one! It stretched her lips as it forced its way inside. When Jill opened her eyes, she saw it was black! Admiring the wonderful monster, she slowly jerked it with her hand, whilst licking and tonguing the head. Slipping her mouth over it, she felt a cock penetrate her vagina. Oh fuck! Not what she had intended, but what the hell! It felt out of this world. It suddenly withdrew, splashing warm sperm on her inner thigh, as the guy who had been finger-fucking her ejaculated over it. Gosh! All this sperm to enjoy! Jill was now totally immersed in sheer eroticism. There were hands all over her by this time. Boobs, pubic hair and vulva. She had no idea how many blokes were enjoying her body. The big black cock was now really fucking her mouth. She was treated like the slut she felt she was. Glorious sex!

The black cock discharged violently in her mouth and withdrew in time for her to gulp in some air, but not for long. Another cock filled her mouth before she had even swallowed the last lot of sperm. Inside her vagina, fingers were fucking her deep and hard. Overflowing with lust, Jill was close to another orgasm. How long she had been sucking cock she had no idea. Time was meaningless. She was floating in clouds of ecstacy. Jill felt a cock trying to penetrate her bottom. The guy at her side was kneeling on the floor, trying to get his cock inside her. She desperately wanted to feel it inside her. Reaching down between her legs, she took hold of the stiff rod, guiding it towards her vagina as she bobbed up and down on the cock inside her mouth. He mind was in utter turmoil. Another orgasm was welling up inside her responding to the stimulation of her clit and pussy. Trying to get inside her vagina, the cock erupted before it could get there, splattering cum over Jill’s clitoris and pubic hair. It seemed to spurt for ever. Then the cock in her mouth blew its load as well, adding to the load of sperm already in her cheeks from the black cock, as yet more sperm splattered over her breasts. There seemed to be ejaculating cocks everywhere! Three ejaculations at the same time! The experience was astonishing! Yes! Yes! Oooh yes! The orgasm hit her! Her whole body felt the electric shock-like waves jolting her limbs. Her whole body was shaking and jerking. As she slowly subsided, Jill felt her face and breasts smeared in the sticky cum. Her fingers covering her vulva spread the sperm over her vulva.

Then, quite as suddenly as it started, the guys all sidled away, tucking shrinking cocks back inside their trousers, leaving Jill exhausted, slumped in the back seat, rubbing sperm into her body. She heard the door close, looking up to see a smiling Alan, camera in hand. He sat beside her, his stiff cock protruding from his trousers. Jill suddenly felt a deep affection and love for this guy who had helped her to fulfil her widest sex fantasy. She bent down to fill her mouth with the cock.

‘Gosh, Jill. That was so fucking exciting. Eight guys. And now me. I’m coming already.’ And Alan exploded deep into Jill’s throat.

After swallowing Alan’s sperm, Jill wrapped her coat round her. ‘Come on, let’s get home. I want to see the video.’

The park was still full of action. Alan noticed that the large breasted woman in the Land Rover was being fucked, watched by several other guys. Some of them, no doubt, had already ejaculated on Jill, and were now waiting for another willing pussy.

THREE

Back home, they wasted no time getting to the bedroom, pausing only to fill glasses with red wine. Having tucked themselves under the duvet, Alan started to play back the action on their recorder, whilst toying with Jill’s pussy, aware of its earlier activities with strangers’ fingers and cocks. God!, he thought, she’s a beautiful, sex-crazy woman. He could still smell the dried semen on her body. Kissing her mouth, he could taste it!

Jill was amazed by the images of herself sucking the several cocks, now able to see the two guys who had tried to fuck her. Although rather exhausted by the evenings exertions, Jill couldn’t avoid getting aroused by the images, but sighed at the sight of the guy ejaculating over her clit and pubic hair. ‘That was so disappointing,’ she told Alan. ‘By that time, I was absolutely desperate for a cock inside. I wanted shagging hard. A deep fuck. But the poor guy couldn’t hold back.’

‘I’m not surprised,’ Alan laughed.

‘Oh God! I wanted shagging so badly,’ Jill repeated, throwing the duvet back to reveal a naked Alan, thick cock hard and arrogant rising from his patch of thick hair. She heaved herself over Alan’s thighs, sitting astride him, to take his cock in her fingers. She guided it straight into her wet vagina with a growl, and began bouncing up and down on it. Her breasts flopped up and down before Alan’s eyes. Jill went beserk. Her vagina was stretched and filled with hungry cock! ‘I need a good hard fuck,’ she cried, eyes squeezed together. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! That’s wonderful. I need to feel cock deep inside my most precious place. Deeper and deeper.’

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This story can be read without having read the first part or as a sequel; it really is up to you. In the first story I had just received a pretty awesome blow job from my girlfriend Sally. Unknown to us Sally’s flatmate and best friend Vicky had caught us at it. Vicky had not seemed too worried by the whole incident; in fact, I think she might have quite enjoyed it.

*

‘Don’t mind me,’ Vicky laughed, ‘As I said glad to be of assistance.’

I must admit to being a little embarrassed and quite a lot turned on. My cock however was still very much on display though not quite as hard. I noticed Vicky had not moved and was still watching us. Her eyes switching from Sally to me. She smiled at me as I self consciously pulled my shorts up.

‘Sorry for watching, I never meant to, but I could not stop myself, you both looked so hot. I have never watched anyone doing that before.’ Vicky said softly, almost shyly. She was blushing, which had turned her face a glorious dark pink. She cast her bright eyes down and shuffled her feet slightly.

‘I don’t think he minded one little bit.’ Sally laughed, looking at me. ‘And I actually found it exciting just knowing we could have been walked in on at any moment. What do you think Jim?

The girls looked at me. What could I say? I had found it all incredibly sexy and said as such. Who could blame me with two such fantastic looking girls?

‘Okay, guilty as charged,’ I admitted, ‘but can you blame me?’

The girls laughed before Vicky excused herself and left for work. She did some weekend waitressing at a local pizza place.

Sally and I spent the day wandering round town buying some second hand books from the charity shops and generally just bumming about. We chatted happily about all sorts of things but somehow managing to ignore our sexual exploits in front of Vicky until we arrived back at the flat.

‘Maybe we should stick to sex in our room when Vicky is about.’ I said.

‘Yep, guess we should, though I must admit it got me pretty horny knowing Vicky was there.’ Sally answered. ‘And, don’t you deny it but you were pretty bloody horny yourself.’ She laughed as she lightly punched me on the shoulder.

I found it very hard to believe that Vicky was not with anyone at present. She is a real stunner, gorgeous figure and lovely face. With those mesmerizing big brown eyes, lovely little nose and cheeky smile she could probably have anyone she wanted.

Maybe it was true that the best looking girls just did not get chatted up because lads thought they would be fobbed off.

‘I don’t understand why she why she has no boyfriend, you must admit she is not bad looking.’ I suggested.

‘Not bad looking! She is gorgeous and you know it.’ Sally replied. ‘I know she did not have too good a time with her last boyfriend, he really blew her self confidence.’

We chatted about Vicky for a while longer before agreeing that as good friends we had to see if we could help her regain her self confidence. I could perhaps set her up with one of my mates.

Vicky arrived back later that evening with a couple of large pizzas for us to share. We had changed into relaxed slobbing in front of the television clothes; I wore a t-shirt and baggy shorts, Sally had a long baggy t-shirt which came down to mid thigh and Vicky wore a loose t-shirt and leggings. No matter what the girls wore they still looked extremely hot. Sally had dimmed the lights and lit a few candles which created a comfortably relaxed atmosphere.

I popped the cork on a bottle of red wine and we settled down to watch the film, a romantic comedy dvd chosen by Sally.

It was very relaxed, Sally and me sharing the sofa with Vicky in the big old armchair. The film had been quite funny and now on our second bottle of wine we were all cosy.

‘So back to Uni tomorrow Jim, how are you two going to survive a whole week not seeing each other? Vicky questioned.

‘Actually, it will be two weeks, Jim has rugby next weekend and I have to visit my parents, my dad’s birthday.’ Sally explained. ‘So I guess we shall just have to save ourselves for two weeks or amuse ourselves.’ Sally winked at me.

‘Yeah, two weeks is a long time, but I am sure I can save myself until I get back.’ I laughed.

‘You liar,’ Sally said, grinning hugely at me. ‘You can’t go a day without it. I bet you’ll be tugging tomorrow night.’

‘Tugging?’ Vicky started and then realising what Sally had meant looked over at me and laughed. ‘Really, Jim so soon?’

‘You bet he will, he can’t go a day without sex of some sort, never mind two weeks or tell me I am wrong Jim.’ Again Sally laughed and winked suggestively at me.

I was not going to confirm the fact, but yes I probably would be having one off the wrist but I answered with a question for Vicky instead.

‘So no romance in your life yet Vicky, no secret lover you are keeping hidden from us?’

‘I’m in no rush to find anyone, the right person will come along and sweep me off my feet, until then, I’ll wait.’ Vicky said and smiled.

‘Don’t you miss it though,’ seks hikayeleri Sally paused, ‘you know, the sex?’

Vicky laughed. ‘You don’t mess about do you, Sal? Straight out with the questions. Of course I miss the sex, who wouldn’t. More so now, with you two bonking each other all over the place. You really know how to rub in the fact that I am alone at the moment.’

‘Alone and horny.’ Sally said. ‘Sorry, we’ll try and control ourselves. No more bonking when you are about, okay?’

‘Oh, I’m not complaining, actually seeing you two at in earlier on was fun. I almost had to nip back to my room and treat myself.’ Vicky smiled, and then went quite red. ‘Sorry should not have said that, but wow you did look sexy. I’ve never seen anyone else at it before.’

I was actually quite surprised at the conversation the girls were having. I was also thinking back and imagining Vicky watching Sally giving me a blow job and fantasising about her slipping her hand under her knickers and stroking herself to orgasm while watching us. I was just wondering if I should maybe leave them to chat when Sally leant over and whispered something in Vicky’s ear. They both looked at me and laughed.

‘What?’ I asked the girls.

‘I was just telling Vicky that you had also found her watching us a turn on,’ Sally answered. ‘In fact we had noticed you seem to be reacting quite positively to us even talking about it. Can’t you control your thingy?’

I felt myself turning red as both Sally and Vicky made a point of looking at my crotch which was showing a tell tale bulge. Well I am only human and the girls were looking bloody good. My thoughts of Vicky masturbating had also contributed to my current erection. I had also been thinking of getting Sally alone so we could get back to having sex. I couldn’t wait to get Sally into bed later.

I decided to try and act all cool and unconcerned. I laughed. ‘Well as I am sure I have said before I am only human. And we blokes can’t always help it if our little fellow decides to make himself known.’

‘Little fellow!’ Vicky giggled. ‘Does not look too little now, poor thing must be in pain cooped up in there.’

‘I may have to report you to the ‘RSPCC’ She giggled.

I obviously looked confused.

‘The Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Captive Cocks.’ Vicky laughed.

‘Poor thing, feeling all horny again?’ Sally asked, laughing along with Vicky. ‘Why don’t you grab us another bottle of red and give him time to settle down.’

The girls giggled again at my expense as I nonchalantly stood up and fetched another bottle of wine from the kitchen, with an all too obvious hard on straining at my shorts.

I allowed myself a couple of minutes in the kitchen thinking of anything but sex to allow my erection to go down. When I returned it was to find the girls still on the topic of sex. Masturbating now being the topic of conversation. I topped up the glasses. The girls were drinking quite quickly, Sally certainly had a very slight lilt when speaking and Vicky had an excited flush to her cheeks.

‘Don’t mind Jim, he may learn something to help aid our flagging sex life.’ Sally nudged Vicky. You haven’t answered Vicky’s earlier question Jim, so, will you be ‘tugging’ tomorrow?’

I smiled at them even though I was actually feeling a little bit embarrassed at the directness of their questioning.

‘Well okay as you asked nicely, yes I may do. It is allowed you know and proven to be healthy.’ I answered.

‘Healthy, oh really? So how often do you do it, you know masturbate? Vicky asked quietly.

I felt myself go even redder, I looked at Sally, who was grinning hugely and looking straight at me. I was going to get no help from her.

‘Yeah, tell us Jim, just how often do you wank, when you are away from me.’ Sally questioned. She cocked her head giving me a slow wink of encouragement.

‘Well it all depends on how I am feeling’ I started.

‘You mean how horny you are feeling’? Laughed Vicky.

‘How hard you’re feeling.’ Added Sally.

The girls looked at each other laughed and looked back at me.

‘Go on, do tell.’ Sally, put on her little girls voice.

I was a little surprised at the openness of their questions. Sure I knew that Sally is really open when it came to sex but I was a little bit surprised that Vicky was so open. I had obviously misjudged her; maybe she was not as innocent as she looked.

I decided honesty was the best policy and it would be interesting to see where this took us.

‘Ok nearly everyday, sometimes several times a day or sometimes I’ll go for several days without, as I said it depends on how I feel.’ I told them.

The girls looked at each other again and smiled smugly.

‘Sounds about normal I reckon,’ said Sally, ‘I have to play with myself everyday or I think I would go mad. I definitely need at least a daily orgasm. Better still a good shag, with you of course Jim.’

Sally blew me a big kiss and grinned. We both looked towards Vicky.

‘Come on Vicky sex hikayeleri your turn.’

‘Once or twice maybe.’

‘Once or twice a day, week or month, come on you can tell us.’ Sally leant forward questioning.

‘A day, once or twice a day. Sometimes more when you two are at it all the time. Happy now? Vicky answered.

‘Yes thanks,’ Sally was smiling from ear to ear clearly pleased with herself. ‘So do you do it listening to us?’

‘Sally.’ I started. But I was actually interested in hearing Vicky’s answer.

‘Sometimes, I do. Well you are not particularly quiet. And imagining what you are up to in the next room gets me pretty horny.’

‘And hearing you tell how horny you find it listening to us kinda makes me feel horny too,’ laughed Sally. ‘What do you think Jim?’

I had to admit that the whole conversation was making me feel pretty hot. My erection was feeling tightly constrained. These two were definitely not holding back. As horny as I was feeling had I been alone I would have been jacking off right now.

‘Vicky, knowing you might be masturbating next door as we are having sex is just so hot, actually just listening to you two talking about it is making me pretty damned hot.’ I smiled at the girls.

‘I’ll bet it is.’ Sally laughed again. ‘I bet you are just imagining Vicky with her fingers between her legs.’

Sally smiled again at Vicky. ‘Jim and I like to watch each other masturbate, imagining you doing it while listening to us has probably made him as hard as rock. He loves it when I masturbate for him.’

‘Jim likes to get me really turned on, then he’ll take my hand and place it between my legs, letting me know he wants to watch me. The first time he did it, I felt a little odd about it, but the way it turned him on was enough to make me lose all sense of inhibition. He got off big time while watching me masturbate and the orgasm I had was definitely powerful!’ Sally sighed reminiscing.

We all laughed, we really were into new territory. Looking at the girls´ flushed faces and bright eyes I could see that they were as turned on as I was. Sally had her legs pressed tightly together and was squeezing her thighs together. A sure sign of her growing excitement.

‘Wow hot stuff Sal,’ Vicky declared. ‘I used like being watched masturbating by my boyfriend unfortunately he was not so keen to do it for me. Boring git.’ She laughed.

‘Poor you.’ I said. ‘Maybe one day.’

‘Yeah, I think it is so hot watching a guy jacking off while you watch. It is so…. I don’t know, good fun, naughty but incredibly sexy.’ Sally said. ‘Once in college at a friends party I had this experience watching and being watched with several guys and two of us girls. The guys really get turned-on watching a girl masturbate and they also get off by jacking-off in front of a girl, at least in my experience.’ Sally said then looked at me, wondering I think how I would take this new confession.

I could easily understand how exciting jacking off while watching several girls doing the same would be. Until now though I had never really thought I would be uninhibited enough to do it. But the way I was feeling at the moment, yeah I think I could do it.

‘If the other girls were anything as gorgeous as you, who could blame them.’ I said. Sally looked relieved and they both laughed.

‘So what about it, Jim.’ Sally smiled wickedly at me. ‘Have you ever jacked off in front of anyone? Apart from me of course’

‘Now that would be telling.’ I replied. ‘Actually no, no I have not, sorry Sally apart from you, no-one else.’

‘Care to give me and Vicky a show.’ Sally winked at Vicky.

Vicky looked wide eyed at Sally then at me in surprise, she then smiled widely.

‘I suppose we were heading there anyway,’ she said, ‘come on Jim, I have always wanted to see a guy jacking off. And I think you probably could do with the release.’

I could not believe my ears. Here I was being asked by my girlfriend to jack off in front of her and her best friend. This was so surreal. But the girls were right, I was so hard that the thought of jacking off in front of them was like a dream come true. Sally and Vicky were just so damn gorgeous and totally hot.

‘Go on I dare you. Or are you too chicken?’ Sally challenged. She stretched out her hand and placed it on the bulge in my shorts. She caressed me lightly, feeling my erection pulse under her hand.

‘Well, I think keeping this little fellow cooped up in here may be constricting the blood flow. We don’t want any harm coming to him, do we? With that she took hold of my shorts and boxers together and tugged them down. Although a little surprised I did nothing to stop her. In fact I lifted up my hips to ease the process.

‘Don’t be shy babe,’ she cooed ‘Vicky won’t mind, she has already seen it anyway.’

I looked at Vicky as my cock was released and joyously sprang into view. I was feeling really hard and just the thought of what was probably about to happen had made my cock feel pretty big.

Vicky’s nipples were erotik hikayeler clearly hard pushing proudly out from her pert breasts, straining against the t-shirt. She was looking directly at my quivering cock. I saw her lips part slightly and her tongue darted out to moisten them. It was an unconscious but highly erotic gesture that caused my cock to harden even more.

She looked up and caught me watching her reaction and once again I watched her cheeks flush red. She held my eyes and smiled before turning to Sally who had eased the shorts over my feet and tossed them aside. She sat back on her heels and reached out for my hand.

She guided my hand to my cock. ‘Stroke it for me and Vicky, go on we want to see you wank for us. Don’t we Vicky?’

‘Yes.’ Vicky answered quietly.

Well I always responded to a challenge, and quite honestly I was feeling so horny I really did not need much encouragement. The girls moved together on the sofa and I stood just in front of them.

I slowly started to caress myself running my hand over my cock and down over my balls.

‘Move a little closer Jim.’ Sally commanded. ‘We want to see it close up.’

Vicky turned to Sally surprised. ‘He has no hair on his balls.’

‘I know, sexy isn’t it. I prefer it when a man shaves his balls. I used to hate getting pubes stuck in my throat.’ Sally laughed.

I had been a little surprised when Sally had asked me to shave my balls, but I much prefer it now. And more importantly so does Sally, which she is keen to show when she goes down on me. The girls were both sat side by side paying careful attention to me slowly jerking off in front of them.

I was rubbing my cock with my right hand while caressing my balls with the left. I had never done this in front of two stunning girls before and I was feeling incredibly turned on. I was already breathing heavier and could have quite easily cum very quickly indeed. I did not want to spoil things too quickly though, so I kept my strokes nice and slow while watching the girls watching me.

Sally was slowly caressing her breasts through her t-shirt. I watched as she took her nipples between her thumb and index finger, she squeezed and rolled her nipples which were prominently hard. She was getting quite turned on herself. I would have liked to think it was just watching me but I think somehow Sally had planned things to go this way. She had already admitted to me during one of our fantasy sharing moments that she had always fancied getting it on with another girl and I know she fancied Vicky.

I looked at Vicky who was also breathing quite heavily. Her beautiful pert breasts were heaving beneath her t-shirt. Her nipples also very obviously hard. She had her hands grasped together resting between her legs.

‘Wow, you really are excited, Jim. I don’t think I have ever seen you looking this big. This is such a turn on. I am so wet.’ Sally said quietly. ‘Nice and slow Jim, wank your big cock. Wank yourself off for us, we want to see you cum.’

I found Sally’s dirty talk even more stimulation, not that I needed it. I was excited enough jacking off so close to them.

I continued sliding my hand up and down my aching cock. The downward stroke exposing the angry bright red swollen head. I cupped my balls with my left hand, squeezing them gently. My breathing was sounding loud in my ears.

I turned my eyes back to Sally who had slipped one hand under her t-shirt and was again playing with an erect nipple rolling it between finger and thumb. Her t-shirt had ridden up her legs so I could see her other hand had found its way between her legs and was stroking her pussy through her silky knickers. As I watched she looked me in the eyes and moved her hand under the knickers and continued to play with herself. Her hand moving up and down under the material. She moaned softly then quickly shifted sideways and indicated that I should come and sit between her and Vicky.

As I positioned myself between the girls Sally placed a hand on my thigh while continuing to stroke her pussy.

‘Let me help you,’ said Sally. She moved her hand up my thigh and grasped my cock. She started moving her hand up and down slowly, taking over from me. I leaned back and watched Sally’s hand expertly wanking me.

Vicky had sat and watched without saying a word. I was wondering how she would react to this slight change. I need not have worried. Vicky moved a hand to my leg and slowly ran it from my knee towards my balls caressing softly. I held my breath as I waited to see if she would go any further.

‘Help me finish him off Vicky, I think he is nearly there,’ encouraged Sally.

Vicky smiled sweetly at me as her hand reached and fondled my balls. The girls then took turns jacking me off. I almost blew there and then when I felt Vicky’s hand join Sally’s. Having both of these gorgeous girls taking turns jacking me off was too much for me to hold off much longer. My breathing was racing and I could not hold back the orgasm when it burst. My cum spewed powerfully out of my cock as Sally’s hand blurred up and down bringing me off. Vicky’s hand was squeezing my balls as the orgasm ripped through me. I felt my hips jerking up and down uncontrollably. I don’t think I have ever cum as powerfully before. I took hold of the girls hands, I could not take any more I was just far too sensitive.

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“I don’t have any story! Don’t you guys get it?”

How shall I describe the scene? Fagged out, Sandra, Susan, and I are slumped, still naked (but hardly focusing on that), on the sofa and in the easy chairs. Both are big, full-breasted girls, Sandra and Susan, mother and daughter-but notably muscle-toned. Now, the long thighs and shaggy bellies are pushed forward in a slouch, the torpid breasts are sedate and spreading on slack torsos, and the pretty blond faces have declined to form slight double chins in the collapsed curve of ease of their bodies. And I, too, am without noticeable posture, slumped on the sofa beside Susan, my recently fearsome prick flopped over to take a nap on my leg, the dried cum like a cracked film of white over the shriveled pink head of my dick.

Only Stephanie, the chronically turned-on younger Lorraine girl, is sitting up, bent forward, haranguing us. “You have lives! You tell your story about some sex drama that was part of your life! Now, it’s my turn, right?”

She glanced from one to the other of us, her pretty pixie face animated with emotion, green eyes challenging, slim shoulders drawn in, a little, so the divinely rounded, firm breasts were squashed forward. I wondered if her nipples ever were less than erect.

“I don’t have a life! Do you get it? My life since I went away to college has been sex! I have no ‘sex story’ because my story is sex! Between sex dramas there’s nothing—almost nothing, except maintenance work like getting some money, exercising, doing my hair, and getting treatments for my skin.

She paused to assess her audience. “That’s it! I have no story! My story is like the last two days here: a fuck fest!”

“Sounds exhausting, Sis,” drawled Susan, managing to open her eyes for a second or two.

“You aren’t hearing your sister, Susan!” said Sandra suddenly, pulling herself upright, consciously squaring her shoulders so that her jumbo breasts resumed their glorious defiance of gravity. She glanced a moment at the spreading blondish pelt of fur on her belly and seemed to shrug slightly. What could she do?

She said, “Stephanie, your whole life became your sexuality and what it meant. Is that right?”

“My whole life became sex for everything, for every decision, for my whole non-career! I found out I could sex my way anywhere to get anything!” But she added, “Well…not anything…”

Susan, too, sat up, now, and her slimmed down copy of Sandra’s body took shape. “Sorry, Steph,” she said. “I’m with you, now. Anything you tell us is okay. The only thing I know is that I love you.”

“Fine! In high school, my only sexual activity was crawling out my upstairs window onto the porch roof and sneaking over to look in your window while you jerked yourself off.”

“Okay,” said Susan. “You expressed all your own new feelings about sex through your big sister, and what she was doing. And you felt guilty, I’m sure.”

Stephanie thrust forward her face. “Not too guilty to bring girls and guys I knew to watch you too!”

“Stephanie!” exclaimed Sandra.

“No, Mom!” said Susan quickly. “This is about me. Shut up for a minute.”

“You’re so right, Susan,” said Sandra, with a sigh of contentment. She resumed her slump and I noticed that her breasts nevertheless had an assertive fullness, raised and round on her torso, the nipples fleshy even in relaxation.

“What about you, though?” asked Susan. “By that age, you were gorgeous, just exquisite.”

“Well, I didn’t think so!” snapped Stephanie.

“Well,” said Susan slowly, “so there may be quite a few of my neighbors around town, here, who look at me and recall my frantic jobs between my legs. Makes life pretty exciting! I wonder how many guys see me in the fish store and think of that night on the porch roof!”

“Oh, don’t be so fucking understanding! I was a pathetic little voyeuristic juvenile delinquent!”

“Let me ask you something?” said Susan thoughtfully. “Out there on the porch roof, did you have fantasies about being inside-in the bed with me?”

“No,” said Stephanie, slowly. “Too scary, much too scary. Sometimes I had fantasies about guys being in there, fucking you. And then you would become me. And sometimes… Oh, shit, this is so sick!”

“Don’t go there, Steph,” said Susan quickly. “People discover their sexuality in some strange ways. And most of time, for some reason, they suspect that their way was the only sick way.”

“Okay,” said Stephanie stolidly. She was looking at Susan in a very different bodrum escort bayan way.

“I’d just like to hear about when you started sex on your own,” said Susan. “You went off to that college…”

“No one had touched me in high school,” said Stephanie. She shook her head. “No one. And I tried really hard, even in gym classes, for no one to see me, either.”

“I just thought you were beautiful,” murmured Susan.

“Thanks,” said Stephanie bleakly. “At college, I tried exactly the same thing. We didn’t have a co-ed dorm. All girls. But even so, I wore my bathrobe into the bathroom and shower room and I only showered at about midnight, when no one else was there.”

I could not resist. I have related the conversation, but I had been both listening and taking in Stephanie’s body. After all that had happened, I still could not take my eyes off of her. She was as svelte, alluring, and arresting a treat for the eyes as a man ever sees. I admit that I felt like a satyr. I simply could not get enough of her. And here she was with this story of obsessive concealment; I didn’t get it. And so I asked, “Because you were ashamed of your body, Steph?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t know. I only know that it was unthinkable for anyone to see me naked, and that went for women and men.”

“But now you know…” I began.

“Let her tell it!” said Susan.

“In a Greek myth, some god would have turned into a swan or a…”

“Shut up, Tommy!” said Susan.

“A girl on my dorm floor warned me. She came into the girls’ bathroom late, when I thought I would be alone. She was fat. Fat and with a square face and dropped-straight hair. As far as I could tell, she was huge in the boobs, but I never saw the details. And she came up to me and said, ‘You know, they’re going to get you, don’t you?’

“I don’t know what I said, but I paid attention. She said, ‘You keep up this Virginia-before-Santa-Clause routine, but they’re going to gang up on you.’

“I was trembling, hauling my bathrobe right around me, staring at this girl. ‘What do they do?’

“‘Just play you around naked. You know. Do a scene on you. I thought I should warn you. They did me. I blubbered like an idiot and tried to cover my jugs with my hands. Good luck on that!’

“What was I supposed to do? What she said just terrified me. I crept around still more carefully.

“So one night, late, I had sneaked into the girls’ bathroom and was showering by myself, trying to be quiet, hurrying. And I hear the door open and close. Panic. I hurry even more.

“But when I reach around the shower curtain, groping for my bathrobe, my towel, they aren’t there! I scrabble even more. Then the shower curtain gets whipped back and they’re all standing there in a semi-circle.

“About a half dozen girls, all stark naked, mostly a little older-you know, upperclassmen. And totally nude. And all smiling. I mean, to me it was like one of those depictions of Hell with naked bodies tumbling down in all sorts of poses…

“I know that my voice was just a squeak when I said: ‘What do you want?’ I was trying to wrap the shower curtain around myself.

“‘Just showering,’ said one of the big ones. Some girl about 150 pounds with pendulous boobs and a really hairy belly. And then they all came crowding into the shower stall with me, all of them—at least half a dozen.

“I started screaming, then. And I lunged to get out. I couldn’t. I shoved into one, and she said, ‘Hey! Why are you squeezing my boobs? Do I turn you on?’

“And all that crap. On every side is a slippery, wet, naked girl, brushing boobs and asses and pussies against me, so I’m hemmed in. And I’m crying, now, begging. Does no good whatsoever.

“And the big girl says, ‘Jeez, look at these tits on her! She’s totally gorgeous! What the fuck is she hiding?’

“Then her hands are cupped over my tits and I’m dying, trying to pull them off me.

“‘A pretty pooch, too,’ someone else says, and I feel a hand down low on my belly, just brushing my hair.

“At this point, I’m blubbering, full out. Hysterical. Just no mercy. I don’t get how they didn’t see I was cracking up…

“And one of them, I have no idea who, they’re all just naked bodies, says, ‘Does she have a clit?’ and I’m feeling fingers down there, too.

“That did it. I exploded out of there, heaving myself against them. I put my foot up on the wall of shower behind me and shoved off, just blasting out. I think some of them slipped and fell mumcular escort in the shower.

“Nothing out there to cover myself. No towel. I raced right out of the girls’ bathroom, naked, and ran along the corridor to the door of my room. I grabbed the doorknob. Nothing! They had locked me out! I’m standing there, bare ass, dripping, weeping, hauling at the doorknob. But nothing.

“And then, the door of the girls’ bathroom opens and they all traipse out. They come right toward me. I’m folded up in two, leaning against my door, crying, barely daring to look at them.

“In the front, the big girl stops. She just looks down at me. She says, and it’s really, you know, not like teasing, really wondering… She says, ‘What’s your problem, Stephanie? I got to tell you, my boyfriend has the hots for you.’

“‘Mine, too!’ says another one, and they’re all giggling.

“‘You have a body to die for,’ says another one. ‘What’s bugging you?’

“Well, I’m curled up naked against my door, trying to cover up, and the big girl says, very solemn, now: ‘Let her in.’

“Another girl says, ‘She’s weird! Why don’t we lock her outside the dorm like that!’ But the big girl whirls right onto her, and says, ‘Shut up! Can’t you fucking see? Let her in her room!’ And they did.

“I got in and slammed the door, locked it, jumped into bed, pulling the covers around me… But you know what? I couldn’t sleep. For hours! I was scared, sure. But I was horny. I couldn’t keep still. I kept thinking about how they looked at me, and what they said about me. At last, I reached down and started touching myself.

“God! It’s one fucking great way to relieve your tensions! I did it about three times! I never forgot that! I was flopping around that bed and moaning and I couldn’t escape my own hand, coming after me, chasing me down there.”

Susan heaved herself up from the sofa, where she was beside me, walked over, and flopped herself down next to Stephanie in the easy chair. Big girl, Susan; she squashed Stephanie a little.

Before Stephanie could protest, Susan’s arm went around her, and her head rested on Stephanie’s shoulder, and she was saying, “What a thing for you to go through, Sis! I never knew all that.”

Already, Stephanie’s electric body was reacting, squirming, and she was protesting, “Hey! No room, here! What the hell are you doing?”

Susan only snuggled closer. I was having a little trouble keeping myself decent, watching all that gorgeous flesh squashed together. And, I have to say, I was jealous seeing the wide-open and vulnerable love in my wife’s eyes.

“Okay, great!” said Stephanie. “Since you’re here, I’m going to play with our tits if you don’t mind!”

Her hand came up and took hold of Susan’s wide, sedate pink aureole, squeezing it, flicking it, dragging it, as though experimenting with a new toy.

Susan only murmured, “Sure, you can play with me!”

“So what is this, now?” demanded Stephanie. “You see how crazy and I am so you humor me?”

“It’s what we never had,” whispered Susan. “Close sisters, talking, learning from each other. If as part of that you like frigging my tits, a little, right now, I’m good with it.”

Stephanie’s hands dropped to her lap, and she went limp in the easy chair. Her eyes closed. “I’m wiped out,” she said, softly. “Big time wiped out, Sis.”

She continued, dully, her eyes still closed: “After that night, I had my first orgasms-ever!”

“No!” Susan sat up. “Steph! I don’t believe it!”

“My first come. With my own fingers, in bed, weeping, thinking about those girls commenting on my body. Never touched myself, before that. Never liked my skinny, boob-less body.”

“Because of us?” Sandra straightened up. No trace of malaise in her posture, now. “Boob-less because Susan and I are full-breasted?”

“Guess so,” said Stephanie dully.

“You’re the world-class model!” exclaimed Susan.

“After that night, I became famous as the girl with no clothes. I walked from my room to the girl’s bathroom naked. I walked around it naked, when they all were there. I didn’t dress in my room from the time I got up till when I had to go out. I stood naked at the window and guys down there would notice and stand and stare up at me.

“I was excited every time that guys would visit our dorm. A couple hours each evening, all Saturday evening, and Sunday till 7:00 p.m. You know what? I left my door part way open. And I was naked. Always. And even if there bodrum sınırsız escort were guys in the corridor, I walked to the girl’s room naked and that was quite often!

“It got so our floor of the dorm was a tourist attraction. I mean, guys who didn’t know anyone on the floor were coming. At first, they pretended to pass my doorway, ‘accidentally’ glancing in. Then, they saw I didn’t care, so five, six of them would gather around my doorway, watching me, talking with me. I never let any of them in! They could look all they wanted. I would joke. Flirt. Pose. But when they tried to come in, I shut the door! And no dates, ever!

“I became a hot local attraction! There even were guys who weren’t students at the college. Nobody exactly could tell me to dress or close the door all the way. I mean, it was my room, right-and this was my so-called ‘lifestyle’?

“Some of the girls on the floor loved it! All those excited guys who watched me and then had to wander off, some with their little hard-on showing. But other girls hated it. Guys came to see them, but ended up standing at my door.”

Susan still sat collapsed against Stephanie, head leaning on her shoulder, listening. Abruptly, Stephanie said, “Flick my tits a little, will you? I’m getting off on this.”

“Sure,” said Susan, as though her sister had said, ‘Straighten my collar, Sis,’ and her hand came up and began to tease Stephanie’s rigid little nipples, wiggling them back and forth, rolling them around, gently pushing them back into the breasts. As she did, she watched with a kind of fascination; I knew this was her first venture inside another woman’s bra.

“Oh, fuck,” sighed Stephanie. “My tits are not human. I can get off just by being kissed, there.”

“Want a little kissing, Steph?”

“But I’m telling this story…”

“Okay, then, I’ll just tease’em.”

Stephanie gave forth a huge sigh, “Right. So, you know, I became notorious, but, of course, they all started to call me a ‘cock teaser.’

“And I was! I got off on it SO much! Nights, when the guys left and I closed my door, I would lie on my bed naked and imagine the dicks of the guys! I would rub my pussy like a washboard, just beat up on it, bashing around my clit. And all I could see, in my mind’s eye, was dicks! Big stiff dicks!

“So you probably wonder how I ever got fucked, right? I mean, I go from totally screwed-up by anyone seeing me to totally screwed-up about anyone touching me, right?”

“Sounds like it,” said Susan mildly. And then, “Wow, your boobs really like this, Sis! They’re hard as little muscles!”

“Oh, shit, yes!” moaned Stephanie. “I can’t concentrate any more!”

I was having a tough time concentrating, too. Watching this slowly unfolding scene, the sisters pressed together, one titillating the other, I had leaned back and let my body respond.

“Tommy’s got a muscle, too,” commented Sandra. My eyes flicked open. She was studying my prick.

“Yeah, just, I mean…” I wasn’t even coherent, by now, right?

“Are you captivated by the younger Lorraine women or open to all? Be honest, Tommy!”

“Open,” I breathed. It was heartfelt. You could not look at Sandra and preserve an ounce of resistance.

I love it when a woman says nothing. Nothing! Just does it. Sandra, sitting in the easy chair opposite me, slipped down onto her knees. I vaguely perceived the shape of the full hips, the waist curving in, the contoured torso flaring out into very extravagant boobs. The sexy thing about Sandra, who worked-out so hard to stay hot, was that she knew how she looked and enjoyed it. And so, as she knee-walked toward me, her smile was wide.

She reached out, very businesslike, and her strong hand took a confident grip on my long, stiff cock. “What does this want, now, Tommy?” she asked. “Hand? Lips? Tit? Pussy? Chinese menu?”

“Are we taking a break from the story?” I murmured. “I don’t want to interrupt Steph or miss anything.”

“That’s exactly the right question!” declared Sandra. She turned to her daughters: “Is this intermission?”

“Yeah, I think so,” muttered Susan. Stephanie was shifting her position in the chair, slumping, lifting up her legs, and holding her knees back against her chest. It looked like intermission to me!

Susan said, “I think little Sis is telling me I should go down on her. Right, Steph?”

“Shut up and do my pussy!” Stephanie’s voice was distant. “Eat me! No talking.”

“Sure, I’m coming,” said Susan.

“No,” said Stephanie. “I’m coming,”

“Okay,” said Susan, her bare back to me, now, sitting with her ass on her heels, hands positioned on Stephanie’s raised legs. “Okay, but I’ve never driven one of these, you know. Except for mine. So…”

“I’m an automatic,” said Stephanie impatiently. “Just step on the gas and I go.”

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Since I’ve begun sharing some of my experiences with you, I’m receiving more and more letters from readers, both from the U.S. and other countries, asking for more details, background information, and, yes, even angling for a personal relationship (naughty, naughty!:)

Some of you have complimented me on my writing style. Thank you so much! That’s so nice of you. I really like to write and I did take some creative writing courses in college, so it’s gratifying to know that wasn’t all for nothing.

I do appreciate all your responses, so I thought I would try to answer some of your many questions. You’ve already had some very explicit glimpses into the physical, almost athletic, aspect of what it’s like for a girl to be gang-fucked, but there’s just as big of an emotional side too, and I’d like to share some of that with you so you don’t think of me simply as flesh. Any girl can be fucked, but not every girl fucks. Your emotion drives you; you get out what you put in, especially in a gang-bang. You can’t be passive and expect to enjoy yourself. But that’s true of just about everything in life, isn’t it?

“What makes a girl do that?” you are wondering. Some of your letters are really asking that question, although you are a bit shy about phrasing it that way. OK, fair enough:

In the first place, when I was in high school, I never fantasized about having sex with a group of guys, and I certainly never planned for that first time. When I woke up the morning of the day I met Janie and she invited me to the theater-in-the-round party, I didn’t have a clue. Oh, she was suggestive enough that I had a pretty good idea I was going to meet some attractive guys that night, and I was even prepared to have sex “on the first date” if I met someone I really liked – I even dressed for the occasion if you’ll remember – but I never expected what wound up happening. Janie’s suggesting the Fleets was an eye-opener, and I knew what she was hinting at by referring to “being prepared,” and I was curious about that, and even willing to try it in the ass, but I was thinking one guy alone.

Anyway, one thing led to another, I had a nice little buzz on from the alcohol, and I just felt so sexy and desirable with my pussy shaved and the teensy thong, and Janie’s five- inch heels, and here were all these really built guys, and then Janie actually starts fucking this guy on stage, and something in me just got released. I mean, it must have been in there all the time, but I had just never recognized it. And once it got loose, there was no putting the genie back in the bottle, so to speak. I never really thought about what we were all doing on the stage while we were doing it, it just all flowed so naturally. The flood of physical sensation I got being so utterly penetrated was so ecstatically intoxicating, I just remember feeling I didn’t want it to ever stop. Your whole body just ripples and tingles, and every so often you get these repeated crescendos of pure sensation that draw the muscles in the most private part of you from quivering suddenly into full contraction, and you scream and release into three or four huge shudders and spasms. And they don’t stop. And right away it starts to build again. And they just keep penetrating you. And you think, oh please don’t stop, please don’t ever stop. And it just goes on and on, for an hour, or two, or even three. And then they cum inside you over and over again, bodrum escort and they shoot all over your face, and cum is in your mouth and you taste it and swallow it, and that just makes you want even more. Ooh, G_d, I just love it so-o-o much. I get goose bumps every time I even start to think about it.

I guess in a way it could be something like the extreme high people experience when they use a really strong drug for the first time. It’s so indescribably pleasurable that all they can think about afterwards is the next time, the next time, the next time. By the way, I have personally never tried anything stronger than pot, and I promise I never will. Not cocaine, not LSD, not narcotics, nothing, with a capital “N.” For me, sex is enough of a high all by itself, and believe me, when I do it, it doesn’t need any drug enhancement.

Some of you wrote and asked if everything I described at the party really happened. Are you kidding me? You think someone could actually make all that up? Please. Give me a break. I can’t help it if you’re jealous because you weren’t there.

One of you asked about my writing style; whether I use an outline, or whether the story evolves as I write it? A lot of it is from memory, but I keep a diary, so I actually had described many of the details for my diary while they were still fresh in my mind, and I always have that to refer to, and that has helped me a lot in my writing. Keeping a diary is a useful habit. So no, there’s no outline unless you count the diary. The story flows pretty much the way I experienced it. The way I described the way we looked after the lights went back on, with all the cum dripping out of us and everything, and our faces and breasts all streaked and glistening, that’s an image you don’t easily forget.

Someone else commented that the story was so detailed that reading it felt like watching a movie. I consider that a great compliment, because I think that any good writing should give the reader vivid visual imagery. But there’s so much more to it than that. In fact, for great sex, all the senses have to be stimulated at once; I certainly want you to picture my spread legs, see me getting fucked and dripping cum, but you also want to be able to feel the caress of my hot pink vaginal sheath enveloping your own cock as you slide in and out of me, the tightness of my rim as you push your throbbing shaft through it until you’re all the way up my ass, hear the moans and all the wet squishy sounds, breathe in and savor the soft musk scent of a girl’s readiness, bury your nose and tongue deep in her warm slippery quick; lick and taste the silky liquid essence of her arousal.

The movie comment was actually quite perceptive, because, as I hope you will see by and by from reading about our California experiences, there actually are movies of us in action, and since I have a copy of each one, I can use them to really describe the detail when I write. I’ve watched myself in these films many times, and fingered myself many times watching them. I know each gang-fuck scene by heart, and I can remember which cumshots were particularly messy, or if one guy’s cum tasted especially good. But as far as I know, there is no movie of the theater-in-the-round party, nor did I ever see any video camera that night. Someone probably did take some stills, because I remember the flashes going off, but I’ve never seen any pictures, bodrum merkez escort if indeed someone has any stashed away somewhere.

I was sure someone would ask about sexually transmitted diseases, and whether I worry about that, but curiously, no one did. We all know to practice safe sex, but if you do that exclusively, there goes all the cum fun, which is the best part. I never go with strangers. The football group in the theater-in-the-round was a close-knit group of young guys who wouldn’t have wanted to give a disease to a friend, any more than they would have wanted to get one, so I felt safe with them in that regard, especially since Janie had been with their group before. But I have to admit, if you don’t practice 100% safe sex, you are not 100% safe. That’s undeniable. When we do movies, the participants are all regularly and thoroughly tested. They take that extremely seriously, especially after an unfortunate case of a girl contracting HIV caused the entire industry to stop shooting for several months. If you have a one night stand with someone you can’t vouch for, use a condom. That guy doesn’t get to cum in you.

I hope you like reading about my sex experiences, and I hope to be writing some more for you. Since that first California trip, and since I’ve been making movies, my life is lot more hectic and I don’t have the luxury of much spare time to just write. I am determined to complete my Ph.D., and between studies and the movie thing, I’m pretty much straight out right now. I know I could pursue a full-time career in adult films if I wanted to, but I prefer to keep it a sidelight in my life right now. I kind of get to have my cake and eat it too. The few movies I’ve done have given me enough of an income so that my campus life has become very comfortable. I have a great new apartment, lots of new sexy stuff to wear, and a shiny new white BMW to replace my old Toyota, but I’m still just Amy.

Incidentally, you may already have seen Janie and me in one or more of our movies, but I’ll confess that “Willow” and “Cassandra” are not the names we go by in the films. They gave us new names when the credits were added. Some girls even work under three or four different names. You’ll just have to try and guess who we are when you see us. Hopefully my explicit descriptions will help you in that regard. It shouldn’t be that tough. The shaved pussy won’t help you though; every girl has one of those.

Janie asked me if she could add a little to this, and that’s cool, so here she is:

———

Hi everyone, it’s Janie. I don’t have anywhere near Amy’s writing talent, so forgive me for that, but I just wanted to say hello to you all. She’s editing this for me a little. Just like you, I have read all of what Amy’s written. Isn’t she good? She describes stuff really accurately and with lots of juicy bits. I like to read about myself doing it, and it’s fun reliving some of the neat stuff we’ve done together. I know she told you about the first time we were taken out to dinner in California and I didn’t wear any panties; I like to do that sometimes just to amuse myself. A few times I’ve done it on dates and placed a guy’s hand there and you wouldn’t believe the reaction! You have to try this. Once I even almost got fucked in a restaurant doing that, but the booth was too cramped for us to straddle each other without bodrum otele gelen escort attracting too much attention, so I just went down on him under the table, and then he did it to me.

I liked the question about what makes a girl do that. In my case, I had sex for the first time when I was sixteen; I think it was about two weeks before I turned seventeen that I actually fucked the guy. He was a senior, I was a junior. We did oral sex for a couple of weeks before that, but once we started screwing I couldn’t get enough. I just wanted to do it all the time. After he graduated, I had a few other boyfriends, and I screwed around a lot and looked forward to it all the time. One Friday night senior year I fucked three different guys together. We were all friends already anyway, and they promised they wouldn’t tell anyone else, and they never did as far as I know.

In college I often had sex with two guys, and sometimes with three or more. The first time I got fucked in the ass was sophomore year. It was actually me that wanted to do it. The guy had never done it before, and I had to persuade him to do it to me. He was afraid to hurt me. It did hurt a little the first time, but it didn’t stop me from doing it again. I think we just didn’t use enough lube, and the guy was so inexperienced. Anyway, it’s never been a problem since; it feels good, and I enjoy the variety.

One time when I was with two guys one of them came in my mouth. That was a revelation for me. I loved that, and I told both guys right then that I loved it, so I asked the second guy to come on my face too. After that, I didn’t consider sex complete unless I wound up with some cum to taste at the end. Most guys told me I was the first girl who let them do that. I thought that was kind of sad, because it’s so much fun. After a while, I started getting playful with the cum, blowing bubbles, eating it out of a condom, things like that. I knew the guys loved me doing that, but it’s really no big deal. I just like it.

In case anyone is curious, I had been to two other parties at the theater-in-the-round before the one I asked Amy to. I fucked six or seven of the guys both of those times, but it was nothing like the free-for-all with Amy, where we must have had at least thirty. Oh, and when those other two girls, Shannon and Melissa, joined in, that was the absolute wildest! Incidentally, I enjoy Amy’s body almost as much as guys, and plus she’s got a great tongue. She knows exactly how to make me cum every time.

I don’t ever consider myself a “bad” girl; I just happen to like sex a lot, and I need a lot of it to keep me happy and satisfied. I don’t think that makes me abnormal at all. If you don’t happen to need much sex, that doesn’t make you abnormal either. And if you think I’m a slut, I’m willing to bet you’re not getting enough yourself.

I feel real good about Amy and me sharing these experiences. I feel like I helped her discover an important part of herself, and I’m happy about that. She’s really blossomed. Who could have guessed how sexually talented she was? If we hadn’t just bumped into each other that one day, both of our lives would be so different right now. I doubt I would have ever gotten into movies by myself, and I know Amy wouldn’t have.

I hope Amy writes a lot more for you about our movies, and what it’s like to make them. Especially the time that I got…no, I’m going to leave that out for now and save it for another time. Maybe Amy will tell you about it.

If you want to write me a note or ask me any questions, just send it to Amy; she’ll see that I get it. Maybe we can do another one of these little answer pieces sometime, so you can get to know me even better. Be happy. Luv, Janie.

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Vacation! What a glorious word. It was the summer of 1982, late August and I was going on one week vacation.

I was the last of the staff photographers taking vacation this year and I was going to realize a childhood dream. I was going to Canton, Ohio and the Pro Football Hall of Fame.

I grew up as the only girl in a football loving family, so besides the dolls and dresses and the tea parties, I was the scat back on the family seven man football squad.

We watched pro football at our home, growing up, and dad considered the college game amateurish, but raising seven kids in the 60’s was tough and no one ever got to go to a pro game or the Hall of Fame, until the four oldest children had left home. I was the fourth oldest child. The family went to the Hall of Fame the year I started at college, in 1970, so I never got to go.

I left on Friday morning, the weekend after the Induction weekend in Canton, because I knew I would be able to find a room at a discount, and the best rooms at any of the Motor Lodges on US Route 30. It was still very hot in August and I wanted to get a room at the pool, wherever I stayed.

The ride from southwestern Ohio was long, but the traffic in and around Canton at rush hour Friday was not too heavy and I found a nice lodge with lots of shade trees and a big pool with diving boards. There were plenty of rooms and I got the best one connected to the pool and outside patio area. There was no room service, but many restaurants within a mile would deliver.

I stripped down and decided to go and relax at pool until it got dark, before I decided what to eat. I had a one-piece white Speedo that helped trim my tummy and hugged my round ass sweetly. I could snug the gusset into my pussy, if I wanted to share my camel-toe, but my shaved mound revealed nothing, after my first dip in the pool. My breasts were only contained by the Lycra and my nipples thrust out to absorb the heat from the setting sun.

I must have dozed off, because a splash of the pool water that reached me, and the battle cry,”Cannonball!”, snapped me back to an awakened state. There were three guys, in there early twenties, splashing and cavorting in the water. They were splashing toward three women that were walking toward me.

Just like the guys, there was one small woman, one medium woman and one tall woman, all now right at my lounge seat. So I spoke up and asked them to join me. Smiling they had started to drag more chairs over to the circle, where I was sitting.

The tall girl was Penny, the small girl was Cici and the one who had the presence was Donna. She was two inches shorter than me, with blond hair and a tan complexion, a solid round set of tits, wide hips and the legs escort bodrum of a tennis player, arms and shoulders, too. The other girls were as pretty and as well-built, but Donna was the one that had the plans for fun and pleasure.

The four of us hit it off immediately, as we shared information about my where from and my Canton vacation plans, like I was the schoolmate that popped in for holiday. Soon the guys finished swimming and came over to meet the new chick, and find out what we had decided to order for supper delivery.

The tall guy was Hank, he was an FBI agent and engaged to Cici. Mark was the shorter of the three and he and Penny were a mismatched item, since she was an inch taller than him in flats, and Paul was Donna’s man. Paul was an artist, sculptor and a photographer. All three girls were executive secretaries at the Timken Plant, and always scheduled vacation the week after the Hall of Fame ceremonies.

Mark was in construction, with his family, and the Lodge was a property that they owned, so the gang would come here in the evening to swim and eat on the patio, so he went inside and ordered a mess of Chinese food from a place two blocks away. I welcomed their invitation to share a meal, but Mark would not accept any money for my share. We spent the evening eating, drinking wine and telling very funny stories. The wine made them funnier, I think.

I was going to be at the Hall of Fame when it opened, so I begged off to bed early. Donna said I should meet them in the afternoon, at a local golf course and Paul gave me directions from the Hall to the Golf Club. I said I didn’t play, but Paul said neither did Penny or Cici. Donna and the guys would be on the links, while Penny and Cici would swim or play cards, while waiting for me. Then we’d meet everyone for the last holes. I agreed and everyone squealed their delight, the girls, anyway.

The Hall of Fame was everything I had expected. I spent hours roaming the halls and following the history of the game that I knew so well. I stayed into the late afternoon and got to the golf course expecting them to be gone. Penny and Cici were sitting, sipping ice tea until I arrived and walked the few hundred yards back down to the 18th tee where the foursome was just finishing the 17th hole.

Donna shouted her hello and screamed that we were going clubbing tonight and it was Mark and Paul’s treat so far. Donna was a tremendous athlete and was a champion golfer. The guys seldom won, but never stopped trying to win one from Donna.

Mark was all done in 9 holes, Paul lasted 13 holes, this time, and Hank always pushed her to the final hole. He had beat her once, and as payment she was forced to give him a good turgutreis escort blow job. Cici didn’t care, in fact she was a little moist that her Hank had beaten the Amazon woman, and claimed a blow job from her.

It was the last blow job Donna would lose. If she won, the bets were always clubbing, dinner or a special show or concert. She beat Hank with a 15 foot putt from the fringe for a par to halve the hole and win the match, whatever that meant. The plans were made and Paul and Donna would meet me at the Lodge at 7 to pick me up to go to the club.

The club was modern for 1982 and the dancing was open and free. I danced with Paul, Hank, Mark and a half-dozen other men, while we were there, before Donna pulled me out on to the floor to dance with her. She moved so well that I was wondering if she was trying to seduce me, so I asked her directly.

“I am so glad you noticed,” she said,”The guys are easy, but I’ve been wanting to ask you if you are game for a threesome?”

“Donna, Fishy and ..?” I started, waiting for her to add the last name, when she blurted out,”Paul,” and he appeared behind me rubbing up against my ass as we danced.

“You called?” Paul said above the music as he bumped and thrust on one side, while Donna bumped and thrust on the other. I had become a Canton Sandwich, as we three danced and thrust each other to the writhing rhythm of the rock and roll.

We grabbed our things and said good-bye to the rest of the group, as we took off out the door and Paul jumped in the car and we sped back to the Lodge. I necked with Donna the entire way back, petting her and feeling her up like a hot teenager. She did the same to me and we had to straighten our clothes for the 20 foot walk from the parking to the door of the room.

Once we were in the room, Donna and I were on the bed, in a passionate embrace, while Paul slowly removed his clothes, watching us make love the entire time. Once naked, Paul sat next to us and began to remove whatever he could as we thrashed about passionately. As he removed Donna’s clothes I was stricken by her total beauty and her majestic tits that stood proudly from her chest and her full dark bush that covered her pussy entirely.

She mounted me and began to hump her bush against my shaved mound, driving me wild with sensations, as Paul worked over my head and neck with his practiced hands. Donna sucked my tits as she humped me and the friction against us both brought us off quicker than Paul had ever seen her get off. I wailed my pleasure as the orgasms racked my pelvis, and I humped Donna’s pussy harder as I came.

Donna had lifted herself up to drive her cunt into mine, exposing my türkbükü escort nipples to Paul’s pinching and twisting fingers. the second orgasm hit Donna and me together and we hugged hard as the waves washed over us one after the other. I hadn’t paid attention to Paul’s cock yet, but it was getting my attention now.

Paul’s cock shaft was the size of a beer can, only the head of his cock was added on and bigger still. When I felt his cock against my cheek, I opened my mouth wide and was barely able to fit the fat head into my stretched jaw. I pushed and the head popped in and my tongue went wild licking and sucking the ridge and the slit where the sweet treats are delivered. Donna had climbed off of me and was massaging my mouth and throat.

“Paul wants you to deep throat him, Fishy, and I am going to help you get it all in,” she said, “So open wide and relax your throat, while Ieat your pussy.”

Paul was at my head facing my feet and feeding his cock in my mouth and into the back of my throat, with a slow deliberate pumping that allowed me to breathe easily and swallow on his thrust. The rippling of my throat muscles usually brought the men off fast, but Paul had a fat cock and staying power. The two of them worked me in that position to two orgasms on Donna’s mouth. Once, it felt as if Paul was fucking Donna’s mouth down my throat, out my cunt into her sucking mouth.

Paul then swapped places with Donna, and filled me wider than anyone had ever before. Donna stroked and comforted me as she lined that fat beast up with my hole, and told Paul to push in gently. The fat head was stretching me to the limit, when it popped through the tight ring into my cavernous cunt.

All the guys had said I was cavernous, but Paul had me filled up completely, with just the head so far. He sensed my comfort and began to slide the thing in me an inch at a time. I tried to throw my legs up, back and open, but Donna held my legs down so Paul was on me missionary style and spreading me wider with each thrust. Then his cock flipped my switch and I began to buck and hump on his cock, trying to suck more in, although we were pushed pubic bone to cunt.

I screamed my orgasm and Donna filled my mouth with her juicy, flowing pussy for me to lap and suck as I was being crowned Paul’s fuck queen for the night. He continued his relentless plundering of my booty as I came and came, held tightly in Donna’s loving arms. Finally, I felt the monster in me growing a size larger and I came a gusher right along with Paul and Donna, who had her own fist up her cunt fucking herself.

That is how we all fell into blissful sleep. I stayed the rest of the week at Donna’s home, since they could come to the pool anyway, and Donna had a spare bedroom for guests. I met so many wonderful people that week and for the next few years, until Paul and Donna moved to California, we were sharing all the seasons. That same year I went to my first Browns’ game at the Stadium.

That Thanksgiving weekend is another story.

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The doorbell rang, Rebecca was just finished getting “ready,” so she yelled out that she would get it and so Eric could continue cooking. Rebecca finished pulling her hair up into a ponytail before she opened the door.

Jade showed up to the house with a few bottles of chilled wine, Rebecca greeted her with a smile and a hug.

“It’s one of my favorites,” Jade said. “It doesn’t taste like alcohol or fermented grapes, so it’s more like white grape juice. It’s still pretty strong, but you can’t taste it.”

Eric had been busy all day, getting ready for the evening’s meal for the three of them. He had already mixed a homemade Cesar salad, marinated chicken breasts, and prepped some vegies. The veggies were already grilled, and the chicken was almost finished. While Jade and Rebecca watched Eric grill from the kitchen, they talked.

They decided to play some games instead of watching movies, which would have been the norm.

The first game they played while they ate. It was a trivia video game Eric had found which ended up being pretty fun. It was a 2 player game, so they decided to be “boys versus girls,” which was unfair for Eric, but he didn’t mind, he knew that he was going to lose in almost all categories except “movies.”

“This wine is good,” Rebecca remarked, finishing off her first glass.

“It’s one of my favorites,” Jade said. “It’s a German Riesling.”

“Oh, then it is one of Rebecca’s, too,” Eric said, laughing.

“Oh, God,” Rebecca said.

“What…?” Jade asked.

Eric told Jade the story of Rebecca while they were in Germany. Jade didn’t know that they were there and wanted to know all about Germany. Eric and Rebecca took turns telling her about it while Jade and Rebecca finished beating Eric at the trivia game. Rebecca and Jade continued to talk while Eric cleaned up from supper.

When Eric joined them, they were discussing what game to play next. Eric suggested a card game that was easy to learn. Rebecca suggest Scrabble, one of her favorites. While they were thinking about what to play next, Eric put on some music.

“Do you know what I have never played, but have always wanted to?” Jade asked.

“Hhmmm?” Rebecca asked.

“Well, don’t laugh, because it’s a little childish, or immature sounding,” Jade said.

“Okay,” Rebecca and Eric said at the same time.

“I would like to play ‘truth or dare’,” Jade said.

Eric smiled. But when Jade frowned, thinking he was smiling at her suggestion, he explained that as wild as his high school days were, he hadn’t played it either, but Rebecca had. He then started explaining what he knew about her experience. Rebecca interrupted and explained it better.

“Well, since you are the expert, how are we going to do this?” Eric asked Rebecca.

“I guess we ask questions and make dares,” Rebecca said, half sarcastically.

“Do we go around in a circle and ask each other, or spin a bottle or something?” Eric asked

“No, that’s ‘spin the bottle,” Jade said, laughing. “I think that we should split up into teams, ‘boys against girls’ again.”

Rebecca and Eric agreed. Jade and Rebecca sat on one couch and Eric the other.

“What do we do if someone doesn’t want to answer a question?” Eric asked.

“We make them do a dare,” Rebecca said.

“Well, what if they don’t want to do the dare?” Jade asked.

“Hhmm, I don’t know,” Rebecca said.

“What if we make them drink a glass of wine?” Eric suggested. Rebecca and Jade agreed.

“Who goes first?” Jade asked.

“I think that you should,” Rebecca said. “It was your idea to play.”

“Oh, I have a question,” Jade said.

“Okay, go ahead,” Rebecca said. Jade asked Eric “truth or dare,” and he chose “truth.”

“Where is the craziest place you have had sex?” Jade asked.

“Hhmm,” Eric thought. “Once, after a date, the person that I was with asked to drive to her old high school. I think it was a weekend, but I can’t remember. I don’t remember if anyone was in the parking lot, but I think it was almost empty. Anyhow, we park next to an out building in the parking lot out front and she climbed into the back seat and told me to come back with her. We had sex in the back of the vehicle- with her on top- in broad daylight, in her old high school parking lot.”

“Nice,” Jade said.

“That sounds familiar,” Rebecca said, smiling.

“Well, it was your idea to go your old school,” Eric said, pointing at Rebecca. Jade laughed at the two of them.

“Okay, truth or dare?” Eric asked.

“Truth,” Rebecca and Jade said at the same time.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Eric asked. He knew Rebecca’s answer, but wanted to know Jade’s. They both looked at each other.

“Dare,” Jade said.

“Hhmm, okay,” Eric said. “I dare you to take turns giving me a back rub. I worked pretty hard yesterday and really need one.”

“Okay, how long?” Jade asked. When she asked. Eric noticed that the music changed songs.

“How about for one song worth,” Eric said.

“Do you mind if we take turns giving each other a back rub?” Jade asked. “I had a hard shift yesterday, too.”

“I don’t mind,” Eric said.

Rebecca messaged Eric’s back while Jade messaged hers. When the song was over, they turned bodrum escort bayan around and Eric was messaging Rebecca’s back and she was messaging Jade’s. Then the third song came one and Jade messaged Eric’s back and Rebecca messaged Jade’s. That way, Eric had his back messaged the most, for all three songs. No one said much, except if Eric was pressing too hard, or to focus more on different areas. It was good for them all.

“Truth or dare?” Jade asked.

“Truth,” Eric said.

“Let me have this one,” Rebecca said.

“Uh-oh,” Eric said.

“How often do you masturbate and what do you do to help you ‘get into the mood’?” Rebecca asked.

“Hhmm,” Eric said. Rebecca and Jade thought that he might take a dare.

“Okay,” Eric said. “I like to masturbate about every other day, on average. I usually do it to help put myself to sleep.”

“Like a night cap?” Jade asked, laughing a little.

“More like a night wank,” Rebecca said, joining in the laughing. “What gets you in the mood for taking care of yourself?”

“I always fantasize about you,” Eric said. “You know that.”

“Always?” Rebecca asked.

“Yes, and I also like to read Literotica,” Eric said.

“Do you watch things as well?” Rebecca asked.

“Sometimes, on very rare occasions, when I want to get off quick.” Eric said, truthfully.

“Watch what?” Jade asked.

“Aren’t I only supposed to only have to answer one question, not fifty,” Eric said.

“I think you might want to answer her question,” Rebecca said.

“I always go to the same ones when I watch things.” Eric said. “Either lesbian or threesome. I also have a personal requirement that one of the women in the video has to have dark hair so I can think of her as being Rebecca.”

“But, you have always fantasized about Rebecca? Jade asked. “Whether it was reading about a woman or watching her, you always thought of at least one of them as being her?”

“Yes,” Eric said.

“Just not always by herself, though.” Jade said.

“Well, not always…” Eric said. “But she has always been in my fantasies. Always”

“Hhmm, okay,” Jade said. “I’m done. Do you want to ask anything else Rebecca?”

“Nope, I’m done for now,” Rebecca said. “Besides, it’s stuff that I already knew. I just like seeing him squirm.”

“Thanks for letting me off the hook,” Eric said. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Rebecca and Jade said together.

“Have you ever masturbated to the thought of another woman, and if so, what were the circumstances leading up to it?” Eric asked.

Rebecca and Jade looked at one another. For a second Eric thought that they were going to choose the first dare of the evening.

“I’ve got this one first,” Jade said. “I went out on a friend date with someone, one day. There was nothing overtly sexual about it, we were just hanging out, having lunch and shopping. We didn’t do anything, either. It was just how the day went, being close, talking, showing off close to each other. We didn’t share the same dressing room, but I wouldn’t have minded. There were subtle little things that slowly tuned me on. For instance, when I showed her something on my phone, she leaned into me and I could feel her breast against my arm. And when she handed me her phone to show me something, our hands touched and we seemed to linger our touch a couple of seconds longer than normal. Also, when we were trying of clothes, seeing her turn around and model them for me was another thing as well. When we were in the dressing room, just knowing that we were getting undressed at the same time, both of us in only our bras and panties, was also a turn on. We hugged before we left, and it was more like we were pressing our bodies against each other instead of a friendly hug. Nothing was said, and neither of us let our hands wonder or anything like that. But, when I got home, I was in the shower- feeling warm, relaxed, and was thinking of her- and it got me very horny. I masturbated against the shower wall while thinking of her.”

Rebecca just smiled while listening to her.

Eric was focused on Jade, seemingly trying to picture the story in his head. Rebecca was looking at Jade, too, only slightly quizzically. Jade just stared straight ahead, not looking at either.

“That sounds familiar,” Rebecca said. Getting the attention of both Eric and Jade.

“I also went out with a friend of mine. We had a great time, talking and laughing. When we had lunch, she shared some of her food with me, which I found to be a little flirtatious. And, no, we didn’t have sex.” This she directed at Eric.

“But, there was some playful touching. Nothing overt, but hands touching hands and occasional body contact. It was nice. We did some shopping, and we also hugged before leaving. It was a pleasant, lingering hug. I could feel how warm she was and how good she smelt. When I got home, I used the shower head to take care of myself while I thought of her.”

“Wow. That’s hot,” Eric said.

“Yeah, you are right, that does sound familiar.” Jade said. “Your turn: truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Eric said.

“Hhmm, let’s see,” Rebecca said, looking at Jade. “I know. I dare you to run around the house. In just your underwear.”

“No problem,” yalıkavak escort Eric said, stripping down to his boxer briefs. He headed out the door, his hard on pointing the way out the door, while the Rebecca and Jade laughed. They laughed when they heard car driving up to turn around in the drive next door. They laughed even harder when they saw it was a police vehicle.

Eric came back in the house a little winded and he no longer sported his hard on. He did, however, sit down without putting back on his clothes.

“Think that was funny?” Eric asked.

“Yes,” both Rebecca and Jade said, laughing. They didn’t tell him it was a police vehicle that turned around.

“I think it was funny, too,” Eric said, laughing as well. “Okay, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Rebecca said.

“Dare,” Jade said at the same time. “It’s only fair, he did.”

“I don’t feel like running outside in my underwear, it’s chilly,” Rebecca said.

“Well, what’s it going to be?” Eric asked. “I promise that I won’t make you run outside in your underwear. I won’t even make you go outside at all.”

“Hhhmm. Okay, dare,” Rebecca said, conceding to Jade.

“Well, since I am in my underwear, it is only fair you should be as well. I dare you to take off each other’s clothes, down to your underwear,” Eric said.

Rebecca and Jade looked at each other for a little bit, not moving, before looking at Eric. He didn’t think that they would. In fact he was sure they would choose to drink a glass of wine instead.

“I’m pretty buzzed,” Rebecca said. “I don’t want another drink.”

She reached out and grabbed ahold of Jade’s shirt and lifted it over her head, leaving Jade’s black cotton bra untouched. She then unbuttoned Jade’s pants and pulled down the zipper, revealing matching black cotton panties. Jade wriggled her hips as Rebecca slid her pants down, then lifted each leg to step out of her pants. Eric looked at Rebecca and saw her looking up and down Jade’s near naked body. Rebecca lifted her arms and Jade slid her hands under her shirt, and then slid her hands up, focusing more feeling her way up Rebecca’s smooth skin than she did on sliding off her shirt. Jade unbuttoned and unzipped Rebecca’s pants and felt her way down her legs the same way, concentrating on her hands feeling bare legs instead of just tugging off pants. Rebecca’s matching white cotton bra and panties contrasting Jade’s. Both of them looked stunning, with their dark hair their near nakedness.

“Like what you see?” Rebecca asked, looking down at Eric’s hard on which suddenly returned. Jade just smiled.

“Of course,” Eric said. “Do you even have to ask?”

“No, I didn’t.” Rebecca said. “But I do have to ask – truth or dare?”

“I am starting to like dares,” Eric said. “So, dare.”

“What do we want him to do now?” Jade asked. The music switched from a commercial to a song with a dance beat. Rebecca came up with an idea.

“I dare you to dance to this song,” Rebecca said. “Now.”

Eric tried not to disappoint the two women. He bumped and ground into the air, put his hands behind his head and gyrated his hips. His cock bounced in his underwear, still semi hard as he put on a show, slowly becoming hard the longer he danced. When the song was over, Rebecca didn’t know whether to laugh or be impressed. If she laughed, it would bruise his ego, so she went over to him and hugged him and told him that he did a nice job. The effect was immediate, she felt him stiffen against her.

“That was pretty good,” Jade said, smiling. Her eyes flitted down when Rebecca stepped away from hugging Eric.

“Thanks,” Eric said, holding her. “Now, truth or dare?”

Rebecca and Jade looked at each other.

“Well, since it seems like everyone is liking ‘dares’ so much…” Rebecca said. “Truth.”

“What?” Jade asked. “I thought that you said…”

“I was just kidding,” Rebecca said. “Dare.”

“Hhmm, what to do, what to do?” Eric asked. “I didn’t think you would choose dare.”

Rebecca and Jade just looked at him, waiting. Just then, a slow song started playing.

“Oh, good,” Eric said. “I dare you two to slow dance together.”

“Oh, god,” Rebecca said, but still stood up. Jade followed.

Eric only expected an “at a distance” slow dance, but was in for a surprise. Rebecca wrapped her arms around Jade’s neck. Jade wrapped her arms around Rebecca’s waist and back, stood cheek-to-cheek with Rebecca, pressing their bodies together. As they danced, they moved their hips in slow rhythm to the music, each mirroring the other. They slowly encircled one another, feeling each other’s smooth skin — legs rubbing against legs, hands gliding across soft flesh, breasts pressing against breasts — all while connected in the slow rhythm of the music. As the song ended, and the next, more rhythmic song started, they stopped moving. Rebecca sighed, and they held onto one other for a couple more moments before stepping back from each other. Sitting back down on the couch, they both looked at Eric. Rebecca let out a little laugh at how hard he was.

“That was…” Eric said, searching. “Wow.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Rebecca said.

“Of course he liked it,” Jade said, smiling.

“Okay konacık escort Eric,” Rebecca said. “Truth or dare?”

“Uh, dare, of course,” Eric said.

Rebecca and Jade looked at each other again.

“I would like you watch you two kiss and make out,” Jade said. “Is that alright?”

“Of course it is,” Rebecca said. “Eric, I dare you to make out with me. For one song’s worth.”

Rebecca went over to the couch Eric was sitting on, straddled his lap, and looked down into his face. He was turned on, and she was also getting turned on by this game. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back. While they kissed, Rebecca let her hands roam to the places she liked to touch on him, his muscular back and arms, the feel of the short hair on the back of his head, his legs and ass. Eric moved his hands up and down her sides, barely touching the sides of her breasts, up and down her back with one hand, as he held onto her ass with the other. Rebecca could feel his cock pressing against the outside of her and she wanted to pull it out and shove into in her pussy, but restrained herself. Instead, she rubbed against it with her crotch, their sex only separated by the thin material of their underwear. She kept kissing him, tongue against tongue, kiss after kiss, while she humped against the hardness encased in his underwear. Eric thrust up against Rebecca’s crotch, trying to press hard into her panties. Rebecca sucked on Eric’s neck and humped against his body. She noticed movement behind her and looked back at Jade. Jade’s hand was rubbing against the outside of her black panties, while she watched them. Rebecca humped up and down on Eric’s bulge to the up and down movement of Jade’s hand. When Jade rubbed herself fast, Rebecca humped fast, when Jade went slow and hard, Rebecca slowed down and pressed herself hard and slow against Eric’s cock. It was feeling good- really good, and Rebecca was very turned on when all of the sudden Eric stopped her.

“What’s the matter? Too much?” Rebecca asked.

“Nope, I let you go too long already,” Eric said.

“What do you mean?” Rebecca asked.

“I let two songs go by,” Eric said with a smile. “Or, should I say you let two songs go by, since it was your dare…”

“Whateva’,” Rebecca said, smiling.

“Do you want to keep playing this game?” Eric asked.

“Of course,” Rebecca said. “It’s fun.”

“Okay, I do too. I just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t the only one,” Eric said.

Jade agreed as well. Eric asked “truth or dare,” which, of course, “dare” was the chosen answer.

“I dare you two to make out for two songs,” Eric said.

“Really, Eric?” Rebecca asked.

“Well…” Eric said, hesitantly.

“I’m not even sure that she…” Rebecca started, but was interrupted by Jade.

“I don’t mind,” Jade said. “Besides, it’s only fair. I watched you two make out.”

“Really?” Rebecca asked gently, looking at Jade.

“Yeah, I think it might be fun,” Jade said. “And, you two looked so hot together that I want do something also…”

“If you are okay with it, then I’m okay with it,” Rebecca said.

Rebecca walked back to the couch that Jade was sitting on, and sat beside her. They just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, smiling. Eric wondered if they were actually going to go through with it, or if they were going to back out and choose to drink a glass of wine instead. When the current song ended, and the next on began, Rebecca leaned her head towards Jade, and Jade towards her, they touched their lips together. It was a soft, light kiss at first — just two lips touching. But as they continued to lay light, little kisses on each other’s lips, one after another, their passions took over. Rebecca opened her lips when she felt Jade’s tongue press between them. Rebecca pressed her tongue back against Jade’s. They let their tongues come together and started exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Connecting together in soft lips and tongues felt surprisingly natural, yet forbidden and sexy. They both put a hand to each’s face and hair, moaning softly before pressing their tongues deeper. They slowly let their hands roam across each other’s flesh with soft touching and gentle caressing while continuing to letting their tongues explore one another’s mouths. The more they kissed, the more turned on they became- they became hungry for each other and their kissing grew in intensity and breathing grew more ragged. Their light and gentle touching soon turned into grabbing and holding, and they pressed their bodies as close to each other as they could while sitting next to each other- but it still wasn’t enough. Rebecca used her body weight to press Jade onto the couch, and Jade fell willingly. While they continued to kiss, Jade moved one of her legs from under Rebecca, spreading herself, and Rebecca lay fully on top of her. Jade then wrapped her legs around Rebecca’s back, holding onto her with them. Rebecca slowly ground her crotch down into Jade’s as they kissed and Jade humped up against her. Rebecca pulled a hand up and grabbed ahold of Jade’s breast as she ground her pussy against Jade’s pussy, separated only by the soft cotton of their panties. Jade grabbed ahold of Rebecca’s ass and held onto her, trying to grind even harder against her. They went slow and hard, slowly building up rhythm and tempo. It still wasn’t enough, they both wanted more, and they were both thrusting faster and harder against each other, but they were soon interrupted by Eric’s voice.

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My divorce was bitter. Fifteen years of marriage ended with a thud. One year later it still hurt and I was still alone. I didn’t even know where to look for love.

My best friend Rachel helped me through it all. She had moved to Los Angeles a year earlier and we were still best friends and in touch almost daily.

“Come to L.A., Diane,” she implored. “Make a new start. You can stay with me until you find a place. The weather is great and there are men galore.”

So I moved.

Rachel was right; the weather was great and there were lots of men. But I just wasn’t interested. Maybe I was still mourning over my failed marriage. It started out so happy and ended in so much sadness. Never again, I vowed.

Rachel sympathized with me. But Rachel was a free spirit. She couldn’t relate to my feelings because she had no need of attachment. Rachel was a butterfly.

“You have to get out there. Get a makeover. Style your hair differently. Liven up yourself, Diane. You have a nice figure. A tight tummy, curvy hips, pretty face, nice boobs. Flaunt them.” I blushed.

“A year is too long to go without a man,” Rachel continued. “You’re still young. You have needs. They need to be met. Hell, become an adult film actress. You’ll have tons of men.”

“Ha! Picture me as an adult film actress,” I replied. “Who would want to see that?”

“Lots of people would. Men and women alike.”

“I doubt it. I’m too old for that.”

“No you’re not. There’s a big demand for viewing good looking, mature women having sex. Some of the bigger stars are women in their thirties, forties even.”

“How would you know? Do you watch pornography?”

“Better yet. I know a director of adult movies. She works out at my health club. Adult movies are a big industry here in Los Angeles. Let’s meet her for happy hour.”

“Not interested,” I replied. “I have no desire to meet a pornographer.”

Rachel persisted and out of sheer loneliness I agreed to go to happy hour with Rachel and her friend.

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Rachel’s director friend Kathy was very nice. If I hadn’t been told that she directed adult movies I would never have guessed. Kathy was down to earth, modest, and personable. Always searching for new talent, she explained some aspects of the business to me.

“We don’t recruit,” Kathy explained while we waited at the carving board. “We budget no money for recruitment. We run a classy studio; nine out of ten applicants are rejected.”

We returned to the privacy of our table and Kathy continued in a hushed tone. “We don’t cater to the kinkier set. No BDSM and no bodily fluids. We don’t like tattoos, but in today’s world we have to tolerate some. Yes, we have girl/girl scenes because our audience demands them. Those scenes are mostly lesbian massages and moms participating with their daughter and their daughter’s boyfriend. Not her real daughter, of course.”

“Interesting,” I replied. “How long have you been in the business?”

“Six years. I’ve directed dozens of films.”

“Have you performed in any?” Rachel asked.

“Not on film,” Kathy replied with a laugh. “I audition the guys off camera,” she added with a wink.

Kathy returned her attention to me. “Come visit the studio. I’ll show you around.”

I hesitated. Rachel didn’t.

“Sure she’ll come.” She turned to me. “Here’s your chance to meet a young hunk.”

Maybe it was the three glasses of wine. Maybe it was being put on the spot. But I agreed to visit the studio early Monday afternoon.

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Kathy was hospitable and cordial. We sat in her office and made small talk as we sipped coffee. There were shelves of trophies and the walls were adorned with plaques. She noticed me staring at them.

“Our company has been awarded several honors and I personally won Director of the Year last year.”

“Congratulations. It’s nice to receive recognition.”

“Thank you. It is.” She rose. “Let’s walk around.”

We strode down a wide hallway. There was lighting equipment everywhere. Various technicians were milling about holding cameras and light meters. Some good looking young men and women passed us en route to one of the studios.

“Some of our actors and actresses,” Kathy informed me. She stopped at one of the doors and listened.

“They’re filming in here. Let’s pop in,” she said, twisting the doorknob. “Quietly,” she whispered, holding her finger to her lips. We stood inside the door.

It was one of the massage scenes. A young man had come for a massage and the masseuse was a woman at least ten years his senior. She was pretty and well endowed. The man had only a towel covering his midsection. The woman massaged his scalp, his arms, thighs, and legs before removing the towel. Surprisingly, he wasn’t that hard. The woman soon addressed that by handling his penis, then taking him in her mouth. She mounted him and the director intervened.

“No, sit on his face!” he shouted.

The woman seductively slid up and hovered over his face, teasing him. The bodrum escort guy lifted his head several times to kiss her vagina, but she kept just out of reach. Finally, she lowered herself, allowing him to lick her. She had an orgasm, faked or not I do not know, and then slid back. She took his shaft in her hand and settled on him. She rode cowgirl for some minutes, then reverse cowgirl, her feet on his thighs, her hands behind her leaning on his pecs. At the last moment he pulled out of her and finished on her mound. She stood and they kissed while she petted his wilting penis.

“Cut!” the director shouted. Everyone relaxed. “Lunch break.”

Someone threw a towel to the woman and she wiped the semen off herself. She approached us as she was leaving, still totally naked.

“Hi Kathy.”

“Hi Cuddles. Good show.”

“Thanks.”

“Cuddles, meet my friend Diane,” Kathy said.

“Hi Diane.” She was friendly and her smile was genuine. “Thinking of joining us?”

“I wasn’t, but your performance is making me reconsider. You made it look good.”

“Haha. That’s the secret in this business. You have to make it look good. It’s different than what you do at home,” she said with a laugh. “This is a show,” she reminded me as she slipped into her panties.

“You’re quite a show woman,” I replied, looking her up and down.

“Thanks,” she replied with a wink and a smile. “Nice meeting you, Diane. Bye, Kathy,” she said as she left.

We returned to Kathy’s office.

“Think you could do that?”

“Having sex with young guys? I could force myself if I had to.”

“Could you have sex with young girls?”

I didn’t respond.

“Have you ever been with a girl?”

“Not since my college days. But that was long ago.”

“Listen Diane. You’re a friend of a friend. Rachel thinks highly of you and you come with her strong recommendation. Come back tomorrow. I’ll introduce you to one of our newer applicants. He’s brand new and untried. Still wet behind the ears. I want you to take him for a test drive, so to speak. Bring soap and a towel so you can shower here. We insist on our performers being squeaky clean before they enter the studio; no dirty feet here. Audition this boy. Can you do that for me?”

“I’ll try my best,” I replied. Of course, this was to be my audition as well.

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I shaved myself smooth before I set out for the studio. Smooth would give me a younger look, I figured. I didn’t apply my makeup too heavily in keeping with the company’s desire for classy productions. I wore a revealing dress and underneath I sported a push-up bra. My cleavage was conspicuous. I wore red pumps with two inch heels. I had taken Rachel’s suggestion and gotten a new hairstyle and a manicure and pedicure the previous week. For a woman in her late thirties I looked sexy.

Kathy and I entered the studio. In it was a king size bed. There were no cameras or equipment.

The guy was already there, waiting. He looked barely eighteen years of age. He stood about six feet tall and was handsome and thin. I wondered if he even needed to shave his boyish face yet. We eyed each other; he seemed too shy for this.

“Tom, this is Diane,” Kathy said as an introduction. “Diane, meet Tom.” We exchanged hellos.

“Now Tom, I want you to treat Diane carefully, with respect,” Kathy ordered. “Make believe Diane is the woman you’ve waited for all your life and this is your chance to be with her.”

“Sure,” Tom said and approached me.

Tom took me in his arms and starting kissing me. He was a pretty good kisser and had a nice touch. I kissed him back. Tom seemed too intimidated to go further, so I removed his shirt. I fondled his biceps and pecs. He wasn’t all that muscular, but he was toned and taut. He found some courage and unbuttoned my dress. It fell at my feet. I sensually stepped out of it and stood there in my bra, panties, and heels.

Tom kissed me again. I rubbed his crotch and found him at attention. I removed his pants and he sprung out like a coiled spring.

I stood up and looked in his eyes. “Remove my bra,” I ordered this inexperienced youngster.

“Yes, Ms. Diane.”

He reached around me to unclip my bra but was unsuccessful. His face reddened.

“It’s alright. Some of these clips are tough to work with,” I reassured him.

I about faced to ease his effort. He unclipped me and my boobs fell out. I turned back to him.

Tom’s eyes lit up as he stared. I took his hands in mine and placed them on by boobs. We locked eyes.

“Do you like them?” I asked, acting doe eyed and insecure.

“Oh, yes, Ms. Diane. They’re really nice,” he intoned as he lifted and squeezed them.

I sat on the bed and pulled him toward me by his ass. I inspected Tom’s manhood close up. He was fairly well endowed and his eighteen year old balls were plump. I toyed with them and then took him in my mouth, going as deep as I could. Tom’s eyes widened and his face contorted. He seemed near.

“Don’t come yet, Tom,” Kathy barked. gümbet escort

I pulled him out of my mouth and held his quivering rod.

“Let’s take five minutes,” Kathy suggested. We did and Tom regained control.

“Let’s resume,” Kathy directed.

Still in panties and heels, I sat back on the bed and put my feet in the air.

“These panties are bothering me Tom,” I said in my sexy voice. “Be a good boy and remove them for me.”

“Yes, Ms. Diane,” he enthused.

I lifted my butt as he pulled them off, revealing my smooth, wet vagina. Tom was wide-eyed. Wasting no time, he fell to his knees and raced downtown. His technique needed some work; he went straight to licking instead of kissing. Kathy intervened right away.

“Slow down. That’s too fast.” Tom looked chastened.

“Start again. Stand up, Tom. Diane, you remain on the bed,” Kathy directed.

“Slowly approach Ms. Diane and kneel before her.” Tom ambled over to me and knelt.

“Don’t dive for Ms. Diane’s pussy,” ordered Kathy. “Kiss up her right leg, slowly.” Tom obeyed.

When he approached my vagina Kathy said “Now kiss across Ms. Diane’s mound. Don’t you dare touch her pussy.” Again Tom obeyed.

“Now work down her left leg. Slowly. Ms. Diane is the finest woman in the world, right?”

“She is,” Tom replied between kisses. At my ankle he reversed course and worked his way back up. He arrived at my inner thigh.

“Now gently pull Ms. Diane open.” Tom complied.

“Put your nose between her lips and take a deep breath. Savor her scent. Act!” Tom inhaled and wore a look of total contentment.

“Good,” Kathy directed. “Now kiss Ms. Diane’s pussy. No licking, only kiss her.”

Tom planted the gentlest of kisses between my labia. After a minute or two Kathy had further directions.

“Now gently rest your tongue on Ms. Diane’s opening, hold it for a second, and then slowly drag your tongue up her slit.” Tom did exactly as Kathy directed.

“Very slowly drag your tongue up and down. Plant some kisses in between licks. Adore Ms. Diane’s pussy.” Tom followed direction well and handled me like an expert.

This being my audition too, I wanted to do a little directing myself.

“Stick your tongue out, Tom. As far as you can,” I ordered. He complied.

“Now push it into me.”

“Now in and out,” I directed. Tom gave me a youthful tongue fucking.

“Good boy,” I complimented. I pulled up my hood and revealed my swollen clitoris to him.

“Kiss my clit very gently.”

“Yes, Ms. Diane.” Tom planted loving kisses.

“Now lick me very carefully,” I further instructed. He did and brought me to orgasm. I settled in a minute and sat up.

“Come here, young man,” I said, taking his face in my hand and kissing him. I then took him by his penis and lying back, I pulled him on top of me.

“Enter Ms. Diane slowly, Tom. Remember, with respect,” Kathy directed.

Tom obeyed and pushed his manhood into me millimeter by millimeter. It felt good to accommodate a man again.

“Slowly, Tom. Very respectful,” Kathy reminded.

Tom obeyed all Kathy said. In a few minutes Kathy instructed a change of position.

“Now doggy style.”

I got on my hands and knees and Tom, ever respectful, entered me again. I’ve always enjoyed that position and I had my second orgasm.

Finally, we switched to me on top and I mimicked what I had seen Cuddles do the previous day. While in the reverse cowgirl position Tom gave me the signal. I rose up and just as he vacated me he fired off. I hadn’t seen an ejaculation of that strength and duration in years. His semen squirted from my mound to my boobs; his white stripes adorned my tummy. I dismounted and we kissed. Kathy produced a towel and I cleaned off. Tom was spent.

——————————-

After washing up I met Kathy in her office. “So what do you think?” she asked.

“I enjoyed it. Tom is a good kid. I could work with him. How did I do?”

“You did great.”

“Thanks.”

“I like that he addresses you as ‘Ms. Diane’,” Karen explained. “I also like the way you took control and told him how to please you. We’re trying to grow our female audience. They’ll like seeing a strong woman instructing a boy and his deference toward you.” I nodded.

“My idea is to pair you with young guys,” Kathy continued. “They’d be your boy toys. Our female audience as well as our male audience would find that sexy.”

“They would,” I agreed.

“Can you stay a while longer? We have another brand new applicant for you to test drive. She’s also eighteen years old.”

“Sure,” I replied.

Kathy hit an intercom button. “Max, send Ashley in.”

Moments later there was a knock on the door.

“Come in, Ashley.”

In walked a stunningly beautiful young woman. Ashley stood about 5’5″. She wore a tank top and shorts. Her pin-straight red hair fell to the top of her ass. Her piercing blue eyes drew attention to a gorgeous face. I lowered my gaze and took in her bitez escort alluring body. Two perky C-cups stood out above a flat tummy. Her hips gently curved and formed into nice legs. Sandals adorned her delicate feet. She was as cute as a button.

“Ashley, I’d like you to meet Diane,” Kathy said. “Diane, meet Ashley. Ashley is one of our newer aspiring actresses.”

“Hello Ashley,” I said in my most seductive voice.

“Hello Diane,” Ashley responded. “Pleased to meet you.”

Her eyes were gentle and sincere. It struck me that she was too innocent for this business. She was drop dead sexy but seemed too naive to know it. I surmised she’d cut and run as soon as the cameras rolled.

“I’d like for you and Diane to work together today, Ashley. Can you be ready in half an hour?”

“Yes,” Ashley simply said.

“Good. We’ll meet in studio B.” Ashley left.

“Are you sure she’s eighteen years old?” I asked. “She looks too young. I don’t want to get arrested for sex with a minor.”

“Neither do we. We do a background check on all prospective hirees. Then we double check. We don’t want ex-convicts, fugitives from the law, or underage performers. We require original birth certificates and a photo ID. If there’s any question, we won’t hire.”

“Then you’ll be pleased to know I have no criminal record.”

Kathy smiled. “I know. We’ve already checked on you.”

——————————-

I cleaned myself thoroughly and Kathy and I walked to Studio B. Ashley was already there.

“Ashley, first Diane will undress you. Then you’ll undress Diane and make love to her. I’m looking for tenderness here. I want you to treat Diane like the lover you’ve always longed for. I want slow, sensuous lovemaking,” Kathy explained.

“Diane, you’re the alpha female,” she concluded.

I still didn’t believe Ashley could go through with this. She looked too young and innocent. I hoped she would, though. I felt an attraction to this young beauty and the thought of undressing her induced butterflies in my stomach. I approached her.

I started kissing Ashley and found she was a passionate kisser. She was lovely to hold. I hugged her and she pressed her boobs into me.

“Let’s get you more comfortable, Ashley,” I purred. I removed her tank top and unclipped her bra, bringing her young tits to daylight. They stood out proudly. Puffy nipples capped their perfect shape. I held them and admired their youthful firmness. Squeezing them together yielded an attractive cleavage. I pinched her puffies a few times and then moved on.

“Turn around.” I held her boobs from behind, enjoying their weight and size. Still standing behind her, I unbuttoned her pants and slid them to her feet. I helped her step out of them and removed her sandals as I did.

“Lay down on the bed, Ashley,” I instructed. She did and I slowly pulled her panties off. Her shaved pussy was a work of art and a national treasure. I rubbed her labia; she was smooth as a baby and her lovely petals were dewy with want. I was tempted to dive in, but Kathy’s instructions had been for Ashley to undress me at this point.

Ashley stood and we embraced. Holding her naked body, we kissed like lovers. She undid my dress and reaching around me, had no difficulty with by bra clip. She didn’t fuss with my tits, only lifted and squeezed once. I sat on the bed and leaned back. Ashley went straight for my panties and locking those beautiful blue eyes with mine, slowly pulled them off.

Ashley then removed my pumps and began kissing my tummy. Taking her time, she kissed my mound a few times, then worked around to my thighs. She spent some time at my inner thighs, teasing me until I thought I’d explode. I was all wet and Ashley would lick up the sides of my vagina, savoring my taste. After an eternity, she locked those baby blues on me again and pushed her tongue into my opening. She then traveled up my slit slowly and seductively. She wore a totally satisfied look.

“Very nice,” Kathy said.

Ashley then pulled me open. She rested her cheek on my vagina and emitted some contented purrs. She French kissed my open vagina, then switched to her other cheek, emitting more satisfied sighs. I teased her gorgeous red hair as she worshiped my womanhood. Moving at her own pace, she pulled back my hood and uncovered my clitoris. Her face lit up.

“She’s beautiful,” she purred, those blue eyes speaking with her.

Ashley rubbed her lips across my swollen nub, barely touching me. She then planted delicate kisses on my clit. Lightly pinching the skin on either side, she picked my clit up off my pelvic bone. Suspended in mid air, she flicked it with her stiffened tongue. This technique was new to me and somewhere out of this world. My body tightened and my hands clenched the sheets.

My orgasm came suddenly and was overpowering. I let out a yelp as the wave washed over me. It continued for some time before abating. But Ashley gave me no respite. Still holding me airborne, she inflicted orgasm after orgasm. After I don’t know how many, she let me down.

While my panting subsided, Ashley pulled me open and planted kiss after loving kiss between my lips, carefully avoiding my hypersensitive clitoris. I finally regained composure and sat up and held her face in my hands. We kissed and I tasted myself on her tongue.

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