I fucked my Stepson (Part 2)

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Teasing Josie

An older story while I wrestle with the ending of my current one



It was about two days after I posted Josie’s story for her on SSP that the front door bell rang. It was 8.30pm on Thursday and because my husband Peter was working out of town (again) I was thinking of going to bed early. I checked out the caller and to my surprise it was Josie.

“Hi Bev” she announced as I opened the door. “Busy?”

“No, no, I was just kicking back, listening to some music” I lied.

She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug. “I just wanted to thank you for posting my story.” I leaned over (Josie is only 4’ 11” tall) to reciprocate the hug.

“Hmm it was perfect, thank you thank you” and shocked me a little by lightly kissing me on my lips. “Brought you some wine” she said brandishing a bottle of chardonnay.

“Want a drink?”

“Thought you would never ask” she smiled.

We went through to the kitchen; a little conscious that I was only wearing one of Peter’s long sleeved shirts and a pair of panties. Kind of indicated the lack of a hectic lifestyle I was living!

As I routed through the drawer for the corkscrew I saw Josie slowly looking around the kitchen. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I umm, read your other posts and err...” Josie went bright red with embarrassment,

“Yes this is the scene of...” The cork popped, cutting off my sentence and I poured out two glasses, passing one to Josie. As I lifted myself up onto one of the barstools I felt the shirt ride up a little up my legs.

As Josie sat down, I noticed her eyes linger on my thighs before taking a sip of wine. “Peter out?” She asked.

“Yes he will be back tomorrow evening; I am taking tomorrow off work to give myself a nice long weekend.”

“Oh, it’s girl’s night in then!” As I watched her taking another sip of wine, she seemed nervous. I decided that Josie was the one with the plan for the evening and would play along. I smiled to myself, this could be interesting.

“You want a refill” I asked gesturing at Josie’s nearly empty glass. Definitely nervous I thought, she is plucking up courage for something. Was she going to tell me another story?

“Umm, yes, sure.”

I slipped off the barstool to get the bottle from the refrigerator, deliberately letting the shirt ride up my legs, briefly flashing my blue boy-short panties. Again I saw her eyes drop down. A thought crossed my mind; did she read all my other stories? I looked across at her as she fiddled with one of my votive candles, and gently shook my head. Josie has never shown a sexual interest in women before, that left only one thing, was she looking to experiment?

As I poured the wine, I undid two buttons of my shirt, exposing a lot more cleavage. This is going to be fun.

“Here you go Josie.” As I placed the wineglass down, I made sure my arm brushed her fingers. She thanked me and saw again that she was watching my legs as I climbed up on the barstool. This time I just slid one leg onto the stool, the shirt riding up so the left cheek of my panties remained in view.

“How was Texas Bev?” Earlier that week I had been on sales calls in the Dallas area.

“Hot and sticky,” I mimicked being hot by pulling on the front of my shirt “I was just glad of the a/c in the car.” Her eyes drifted to my chest to check out the most exposed breast.

I looked at what Josie was wearing. Front button sleeveless white dress made from thin cotton, and through that I could make out a pink thong and, yes she was wearing a push up bra, the kind often referred to as a “fuck me” bra. Not the usual Josie attire for sure!

“Do you want to sit on the couch?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“Okay, I’ll just refresh my wine.” As I did so, I popped two lower buttons on my shirt. A tingle went through my legs and I involuntarily squeezed my thighs together. Ohh there was a rush of pleasure that made me gasp. I was being turned on by this tease!

Josie had kicked off her sandals and had her feet up on the sofa. I put my wine down, lifted up her feet and slid across to the right so they rested in my lap.

“Nice nail decorations” I commented and began to massage her feet.

“Oh that feels so good; just keep doing that for about 12 hours.” She repled.

I bent my left leg so that my heel was on the sofa cushion. My shirt opened up exposing my panties. OK Josie I thought, you make the next move.

As I massaged her left foot, she started to run the toes of her right foot up and down my inner thigh, gradually getting closer to my panties. I subtly opened up my legs, giving her more access which she took. She briefly touched my pubic mound and I encouraged her with a soft moan. Next time she gently rubbed the inner side of her foot across the front of my panties, eliciting a gasp from me. That movement across my labia was causing a wonderful sensation.

I rewarded Josie’s efforts by starting to massage her calf and then up towards her soft thigh. Without warning Josie suddenly got up and I was concerned I had wrongly read her moves. Instead she sat in my lap facing me, her knees either side of my hips.

Looking at me with her lovely brown eyes, she leaned forward and gently kissed me on the lips, retracted and then kissed me again. Her tongue slipped between my lips and into my mouth gently searching.

I started to slowly unbutton her dress, letting my fingers circle each newly exposed flesh before unbuttoning the next. After the last button was undone, she slipped the dress off her shoulders onto the floor.

As I felt her fingers undoing my shirt, I quickly moved to her bra. It was front fastening and I removed it to display those wonderful 34B breasts. Her nipples were already hard as I circled my fingers around them. She sat up and pushed her breasts into my face.

“Please suck on them, gently bite my nipples, it drives me crazy, ohhhhh, yesss, ohhh.”

I squeezed her breasts together, moving from one nipple to the other and then slipped my hand down across the front of her thong. She suddenly stood up on the couch and thrust her hips into my face. “Lick my pussy, lick it hard.”

I grabbed her thong and snapped the thin waist pieces, pulling it roughly off her hips exposing her lovely black pussy hair. I wasted no time and pulled her lips apart with my fingers. Her clitoris was erect and already protruding from the hood. I licked up one side and down the other before taking her pearl between my lips and gently sucking.

“Oh geez, geez” she shouted “I’m cumming so hard.”

I could feel her pussy juices mingling with my salvia running down my chin as she orgasmed, wave after wave. Her breath came in short gasps.

Finally Josie came down off her high. “Oh that was so good. It’s your turn now Bev.”

Josie slid off the couch, pulled off my panties and lifted my legs over her shoulders. I could feel her tongue tease its way up my thighs as she kissed and sucked. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. Josie inserted first one finger then two fingers into my moist vagina and began massaging my g-spot. I started to cum as her fingers moved in and out, in and out. She found my clitoris with her tongue, driving me into a deep orgasm.

I pinched my nipples hard, arched my back and let out a guttural moan, fucking her face and her hand before slumping back into the sofa.

“Intense Josie, that was intense.” I gasped.

She lifted up her head and kissed me full on the mouth. I could taste both my pussy juices and hers.

We finally broke the kiss and lay on the couch resting, our naked bodies entwined. I let my fingers gently stroke her back.

“You want to stay the night?” I asked.

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I fucked my stepson

I awoke to the sound of my husband’s cell phone ringing. I opened a bleary eye and glanced over at the clock as he answered it. 4 AM and a Sunday to boot. After a few words, he closed his phone and started to get out of bed. Mark is on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week as a negotiator for a large industrial holding company.

“Sorry hun, they want me to catch the 6.25 morning flight to Chicago, the deal has collapsed. I feared this was going to happen. They have booked my flight and are sending a car around.”

I lay back on the bed and groaned. I could not complain though, he earned a lot of money. I had given up my job six years ago to stay at home and look after Robert and Craig, his now 18-year old identical twin sons. Mark is 42, ten years my senior and had gained custody of them from his first marriage.

He opened the shower door and started the water running. I loved looking at his naked body, although a nice, long Sunday morning of sex was certainly out of the question now. That was a shame, because I was getting horny. Slipping on my short silk robe, I went into the kitchen to start the coffee brewing. He was a light eater, and I knew he would get breakfast on the plane anyway, courtesy of his first class ticket. I decided that I would make myself a bacon omelet while Mark was getting ready.

By the time he appeared in the kitchen I had eaten and was rinsing out the dishes in the sink. He swigged his coffee down, came up behind me and put his coffee cup in to the soapy water.

His hands slipped under my arms to fondle my perky C cup breasts. I closed my eyes and murmured appreciatively which encouraged him to pull my robe open. His strong fingers tweaked my nipples before his right hand ran down between my legs. I thought for a minute we might have time for a quick one, but we heard the company car pull up in the driveway.

“Sorry Lindsay, I got to go.” Mark kissed me on the lips and left the house, travel and laptop bags slung over his shoulders.

I turned back to the dishes and suddenly noticed Robert standing in the doorway from the study. Casually closing my robe, I wondered how long he had been standing there. He sauntered over as if nothing had happened and sat at the breakfast bar.

“Morning hun, didn’t know you were up.” I greeted him.

“Hey Mom, well I heard Dad getting up, and then the smell of bacon cooking.”

“Do you want some? I can quickly rustle up eggs and bacon.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind. Have you heard from Craig?”

“He should be back tonight. The Parkinsons are going to take him to see a movie and then drop him off later.”

As I broke the eggs, Robert poured himself some coffee. He was wearing black pajama bottoms and a light blue T-shirt. His short dark hair was tousled from his sleep and I unconsciously touched mine. Like his Dad and brother, they all have startlingly grey eyes. I was the odd one out with long white blond hair and blue eyes, courtesy of my Scandinavian genes. “My blond warrior princess” Mark often called me.

Placing the plate in front of Robert, he immediately started to devour the food. I thought “Teenage boys! Always hungry, always…” My mind went back to earlier this morning; just how long had he been standing there? Robert, now filled up with some calories and a little wired on the caffeine, started to chat. I half listened as he talked about school and his computer gaming friends.

“So, you don’t have a girl friend yet?” I smiled. He blushed. “I’ll take that as a no then.” He started to say something and stopped. I made eye contact and he looked away.

“What? What were you going to say?” I leaned forward across the countertop as if to interrogate him. His eyes glanced at me and then down to the opening of my robe. Until this morning I had never thought that he might be sexually interested in my body, I guess I had just been naive. A little tingle fluttered in my tummy as my mind continued its turmoil. “No, that was just a normal male reaction to cleavage. Well, there is one way to see.” I thought.

I poured myself a coffee and sat on the bar stool in a manner to expose a tantalizing amount of leg. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him staring. It excited me a little, so I crossed my legs and allowed the robe to slide up even further. It was now so high he was nearly able to see my pussy. Without him seeing me do so, I slackened the tie on my robe so that as I reached over on the countertop to pick up a magazine, the front of the robe pulled open.

As I pretended to thumb through the pages, I glanced down and saw that the pale underside of my right breast was visible. From Robert’s body language, he was certainly excited. I could not believe I was doing this, but I could not stop myself.

I found myself still hungry and fancied some cereal. I saw his eyes shift again as I slipped off the stool. Glancing down I saw he had a large erection. This time it was my turn to look away in embarrassment. As I reached into the cupboard for a bowl, I broached the question that had been bugging me.

“How much did you see this morning?” I half expected a denial.

“See what?” I heard him put his plate in the dishwasher behind me. There was a pretend innocent tone in his voice.

“You know.”

I jumped as I felt his hands on my hips. At first, I thought he was just trying to get something out of the cupboard and was stopping me from stepping on his toes.

“Dad knew I was watching.”

I froze with that comment, my mind spinning. He took my silence as permission and his hands slid up to cup my breasts through the thin silk material of my robe.

“I saw him fondle you, and then his hands open your robe, like this.”

I know I should have stopped him right then, but my mind kept imagining Mark standing behind me. I groaned as his hands covered my breasts through the thin material and gently squeezed. His thumb and forefinger sought out my nipples and tweaked them erect. My robe started to slip off as Robert kissed my bare neck and ran the tip of his tongue across my shoulders.

His erection pressed up against my ass and I realized he was now standing between my legs. I could not think straight, things were moving too fast.

“You shouldn’t do this Robert.” I pleaded, but the weight of his body kept me pinned against the countertop. His hands moved off my breasts and then after a few seconds rested on my hips to lift up the bottom of my robe. I realized he had untied his pajama bottoms because I could feel his hot, hard cock between my legs.

“Robert!” I cried out, but he parted my legs and tried to push into my vagina. Only the tip of his huge cock managed to penetrate me. He only managed three short thrusts before crying out in pleasure and he pumped his seed into my tight pussy, spurt after spurt.

There was a brief pause before he withdrew. I managed to stand up and turned to face him, my first instinct was to yell at him, but seeing the look of shame on his face, I lowered my voice.

“Robert, was that your first time with a woman?”

“Errr, yes. I am so sorry; I just could not control myself. I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry Mom.” Tears welled up in his eyes.

I moved forward and hugged him for a long time.

“Don’t worry Robert; I shouldn’t have led you on. Dad should not have teased you either.”

“I am a terrible lover, I came too quickly and girls will laugh at me.”

I kissed him. “Every boy cums a little quickly the first time, it’s just the excitement.” I comforted. “The next few times you will be able to control yourself, do not worry.” He did not seem to believe me and was starting to fret.

“Look I’m going to have a shower, you take one as well. When you have umm, recovered, we will do it again, okay? Just let me know when you want to try a second time, you need to build your confidence up.”

“You mean it Mom?”

“Yes, but we are not going to make a habit of this though.”

I went into the bedroom, leaving the door open, and tossed my robe into the laundry bin. Cum was trickling down my legs in a quantity I have never seen before. I turned on the shower until it was warm, stepped in and washed my body and hair thoroughly. I ran the events back through my mind. Mark knew his son was watching, but now I could not say anything. I will cross that bridge later I thought.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself off and tied back my damp hair. I was just about to put on some underwear, when Robert walked in with a towel around his waist and closed the door.

“I think I’m ready again.”

“Already?” I raised one eyebrow and then the other as he dropped his towel revealing a full erection. No wonder he had difficulty getting it inside of me. He was big, very big. Not having had children also had kept my vagina tight.

He walked forward, took my head in his hands and gave me a long passionate kiss. I returned it, putting my arms around his neck. My nipples hardened on contact with his chest and his large cock was sandwiched between our bodies. We collapsed onto the bed, me underneath, my feet still touching the floor. He pushed my breasts together, licking and sucking on my cherry red nipples until they were nearly half an inch in length.

I moaned in pleasure and stretched out my arms on the bed as he kissed my tummy, going lower each time. When he reached my blond haired apex, he paused, as if unsure what to do next.

“Pull my pussy lips apart and lick.” I counseled. A lightning bolt of pleasure surged through my body as he touched my clit.

“Ahhh yes, take my clit in your mouth and suck it, oh God that is so good. Run your tongue from my ass to my clit. Yes, keep it up, oh oh oh oh ahhhggg.” I started to climax, my body thrashing as his mouth worked my secret parts.

“I need you in me, but take it easy or you will tear me apart.”

He switched position and the tip of his penis touched the entrance of my sopping wet pussy.

“Easy….” I begged as he pushed inside of me. “Go easy.” The first 3 inches of me are my most erogenous and I could feel myself begin to cum as he entered me. My body seemed to be splitting apart with the size of his cock. “Please don’t cum yet.” I thought.

Inch by inch he gently pushed inside of me. I was so tight he was having a little trouble. “Okay ease out, almost all the way and ease back in again. Oh fuck I’m cumming. Just keep that up, oh yes, oh yes, ohhh yes.”

I hit a tremendous peak, driven by a little pain and the intense pleasure of his hard cock thrusting inside of me. I was being so stretched I was almost passing out.

“I’m cumming.” Robert cried.

“Fill my cunt up, ahh yes.” I begged as his seed shot deep inside of me. Wave after wave of that beautiful warm fluid surging into me made my orgasm pulse throughout my body.

He collapsed on top of me. After our breathing changed from ragged to just panting, I gasped. “I told you it would be better. Was it good?”

“Oh, so good, you were right. I just wished I could get myself fully inside of you.”

I slumped back against the bed. “How much more was there to go?”

He glanced down at his cock that was firmly embedded in my pussy. “Another 3 inches.”

“Oh God, that is going to take some time to stretch me that much.”

He pulled out of me and lay next to me. “Does that mean we are going to do this again?”

I just lay on the bed, relishing the sensation. “Well whenever you feel ready, but that will really be the last time.” He gathered up his towel and left the bedroom.

The early morning and the heavy sexual activity weighed on my eyes. I rolled over on to my side and fell soundly asleep. It must have been three hours later when I woke up. I got up; my legs still a little shaky; got dressed in a pair of pink string bikini panties and pulled on of one of Mark’s shirts.

I walked into the kitchen to find Robert making a cheese and salad sandwich. He made no comment about our earlier encounters. He had dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

“Hey Mom, do you want a sandwich?”

I rubbed my face. “Please hun. Water also.”

“Have mine, I’ll make another.” Robert placed it in front of me. I could not believe the change in him. He had gone from a shy, quiet boy into a confident male.

It was my turn to eat ravenously and we ate silently, matching mouthful for mouthful. I finished and pushed my plate away and took a long drink of water.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Coming up for twelve.”

“Uhh, I need to set the cable box for the tennis.”

I walked over to the back of the sofa looking for the remote control. I bent over the chair, picked it up and programmed the cable box, still leaning over the back. Just as I finished, Robert came up behind me and massaged my butt cheeks. I felt my juices starting to flow immediately, knowing he was going to try to sink his full length into me.

“Robert!”

“I want to bury my cock fully into you.”

“Oh nooo.” I begged, but his youthfulness took over. He pulled my panties aside and rubbed between my legs as I hung over the sofa, helpless to his advances.

“See, you are wet.”

“No hun, that is your cum from last time.”

“One last fuck, I promise.”

He grasped the waistband of my panties, ripped them off, spread my ass cheeks and again that large cock entered me. Bent over the sofa, I knew he could go very deep. “Go really carefully.”

I took a deep breath as he started to push all the way into me. I could feel the tip of his cock touching my cervix. “Steady.” I warned.

I felt his hips touch my buttocks. “Oh, I’m totally in, ohh that feels soooo good.”

He started to pound into me, his hips slapping against my ass. His long thrusts, pushed into me, deeper than I have ever felt.

I started to scream in pleasure, my poor pussy brutalized and pounded as he wantonly used me.

“Yeah, you like this Mom? Like my big cock inside of you?”

“Oh please, please.” I begged.

“You are going to be my love slave?”

“Yes, please fuck me harder.”

He took up the challenge and slammed into me, time after time. I started to cum for a second or third time, I had lost count as the raw sexuality took over my instincts. “Yes, yes, ahhhhhhh.”

My verbal cries pushed Robert over the edge and for the third time that morning, he emptied his cum into me. “Oh you are such a tight fuck, such a whore. Arrrgggggg.”

He pulled out leaving me spent, laying over the back of the couch, my cum covered pussy leaking his juices.

“I’m going out, but I’ll be back my little cum bucket.” He zipped up his shorts. “Craig is going to enjoy taking you also. You say anything and I’ll tell Dad.” He left the room and I heard the door close.

I stood up, my legs shaking. “What have I started?” I whispered to no one.

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Sara's Story

I had been friends with Jane for about a year, and as usual between friends the subject matter often turned to sex. How many times, what was it like, when are you next going to get laid One theme she always brought up was the size of her husband Brad. At first I thought she was just teasing me, but she seemed consistent, and I started to wonder.

We decided that we would go down to Cabo San Lucas in Mexico for a few days vacation. Split the cost of a two bedroom condo and have some fun in the sun!

The first four nights were spent hitting the bars and night clubs, but then after spending most of the day around the pool sipping drinks we decided to stay in for the last evening. We opened a bottle of tequila and Jane got out a pack of cards.

We often play a card game where each player gets four cards dealt face down, you are allowed to briefly look at two of them and then the objective is to replace the high cards and try to get the points down. When someone thinks they have the lowest hand, they call and the points are tallied. If you call early and someone beats you, you get a 10 point penalty. We often played this game at home and I usually won. Guess I have a good memory.

We were all a little bit buzzed from the afternoon and even a quick shower hadn’t sobered us up much. We were casually dressed in shorts and T shirts/tops.

I saw Brad make eye contact with Jane and as he shuffled the cards. He casually said “We’ll play 20 hands total. You going to win again Sara” “Probably!” was my retort. “Just depends by how many points” I laughed.

“Want to up the ante”

“What do you mean, play for money”

“No, not for money, clothes. The loser of the round takes off one item of clothing.”

I glanced at my husband Chas who replied “well the guys are only wearing three items, the girls have four.” That seemed to me that he was agreeing to the game.

Jane poured a round of shots. “Well we have more to expose.”

“What does the winner get” I asked.

“He or she gets to remove the item of clothing from the loser” said Brad.

“Okay I’m in.” Chas replied. I decided to go with the flow and shrugged my shoulders.

With the cards dealt the game began. I started out with a really bad hand but managed to get out the high scoring cards. After about four hands Brad called. After the points were tallied, Jane was the loser and Chas the winner.

“What do you want taking off Jane” Chas asked.

“Top.” Jane has a lovely figure, 34B bra size and slim hips. Chas stood behind Jane and pulled off her top revealing a yellow lacy bra. “Nice” I said.

The cards were dealt again. This time Chas lost to Jane. “Ahh payback time, shorts or shirt “Shirt or course.” Jane removed his shirt and commented on his firm abs trailing her fingers across them. “All that sex keeps them in condition.” Jane laughed.

More cards. Brad lost his top, followed by another loss by Jane to Chas. As she stood up she said “Brad, stopping feeding me bad cards, hun, I haven’t got much more to take off.” Chas unbuttoned her shorts and slipped his hands inside the waistband as he slowly slipped them off. “Matching panties, very nice” he commented and I noticed his hands were trembling slightly with excitement.

The following round I won, Brad lost. As I slipped off his shorts I noticed that Jane’s comments about her husband looked like they were true. A large bulge was present in his boxers. “We need to get Sara to lose.” He said.

I think he jinxed me because he won the next round and I lost. I am a little sensitive about by boobs, they are nice and pert, but I only wear an “A” cup. As he reached for my shirt I said “bottoms.” Slowly he slid them off and whistled in appreciation at my blue/white string bikini briefs.

The game progressed. Chas lost to me and I took off his shorts. “Briefs” Commented Jane at Chas’s choice of underwear. “I like them better then boxers” he replied.

Jane lost again to her husband Brad. “Bra or panties hun” He asked. The look she gave him said it all. He unclasped the bra and tossed it over his shoulder. As her lovely breasts bounced free, he cupped them with both hands. “Hello again twins.” After a quick squeeze he sat down. I noticed that his cock was growing larger.

This time I got the bad hand and Jane got up to claim her prize. “Top or bottom hun” “Top this time.” Jane pulled off my T shirt, her hands sliding over my front fastening coral colored bra as she did so. I crossed my arms to push up my breasts.

I was starting to feel the effects of the tequila and I lost again, this time to Brad. “Top.” He came behind me I could feel his hard erection pressing against my back. “Let’s get these little beauties free.” He let his hands linger on my bare flesh as he unfastened my bra.

“Oh we are all down to one article.” Jane announced pouring another round.

This time Chas lost to Jane. “Come to mamma.” Jane beckoned to Chas. As she pulled off his briefs she gave his hardening cock a kiss.

Jane lost to Chas. “Come to Daddy”. She dutifully walked over and placed her hands on his shoulders, putting her 34B breasts into his face as he pulled off her panties. Chas commented on her shaved pussy. “Wouldn’t have it any other way hun.” She said. As she walked past Brad she slid her crotch up and down his arm. I thought I saw her leave a tell tale wet streak.

Chas and Jane both continued to lose hands and we were down to the last round. I was getting a little nervous. Jane didn’t even bother to look at her cards and called, Brad was left holding 40 points and by some fluke Jane won. She pulled off his shorts and released what I would call a monster cock. 9” long but the thickness was over 2”. “Wow” said Chas & I.

I went to the refrigerator and got a beer, still a little shocked. “Look at Sara’s face” said Jane. “Ever had something that size inside of you hun” “I’ve never even seen anything that big before.” I replied.

“That would never fit in you Sara.” Challenged Chas. The way he looked at me reminded me that he had recently said he would like to watch another man fuck me. At the time I just laughed it off as a male fantasy.

“Oh it would hun; you just would need to be very wet.” Said Jane. “Want to try”

I looked at Chas, but he was fascinated by the way Jane’s tits were swaying.

“Sara’s still got her panties on, no fair.” Brad said approaching me from behind. Before I could say anything he slipped his hand down the front and felt between my legs. “Oh she is getting wet.” He picked me up, sat me down on the couch and pulled off my panties ignoring my protests.

Jane came over and sat beside me. She reached over and took one of my now rock hard nipples in her mouth. Chas sat the other side and did the same. I had never had both my breasts sucked at the same time and I closed my eyes relishing the sensation. I could feel my stomach tightening as a warm glow spread across my chest. “Oh that feels so good” I murmured.

I could feel Brad’s hot breath on my pussy and put both of my legs over his shoulders to urge him on. He eagerly started flicking his tongue over my clitoris and inserted one, then two and then three fingers inside me. I started a slow orgasm, my juices flooding Brad’s face.

“Think she is ready” I thought I heard Jane whisper. Before I could say anything I felt movement between my legs and then the tip of that enormous cock probe the entrance of my pussy lips. He pulled my legs apart as wide as he could and started gently moving in and out, going deeper with each cycle of his hips. I could feel my vagina stretching beyond what I thought was possible. With just three inches of that huge rod inside of me I started to cum again. He went deeper, first four, then six, then all nine inches. He grunted as our bodies finally touched.

That hot hard cock was so deep in my body I felt like I was going to split in half. As he started to fuck me huge ripples of pleasure radiated out from my very center, pushing me to a level of orgasm I had never felt before. I was almost on the verge of paralysis when I started to scream out with every thrust, louder and louder. I sensed I was on the verge of blacking out when he started pounding even harder, the tip of his cock swelling as he approached his climax. “You are so tight, so tight; I can’t hold back, ohhhhh I’m cumming.”

My eyes opened, my vision now blurred and I rose up putting my arms around his neck, pounding my hips in unison with him, meeting his every forward movement. “Fuck me harder, harder.” I pleaded. We both peaked at the same time and I stiffened, raking my nails down his back as that fantastic explosion sent my nerves into overload all over my body.

As I slowly came down from that intense high I let go of his body and slumped back in the sofa completely drained. Brad’s thrusting gradually diminished and he eased his now softening cock out.

“Wow girl, it looked like you needed that.” Said Jane stunned by the ferocity of my lovemaking.

“That was so intense, so intense, sooo deep; I have never been fucked like that before…ever.”

It was then that I realized that Chas was still sitting beside me, staring in amazement. The look in his eyes said it all, he knew that his wife would never be as satisfied with his lovemaking again. The tiger had been let out of the cage and I was going to become a slut wife.

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Set up for a threesome - part 2

I woke up early the next morning to the feeling of a hand cupping my right breast. As I was lying on my side facing the edge of the bed I wasn’t sure if it was Tim’s or Helen’s. I reached behind me and found Tim’s soft cock. I slid my fingers around it and gently started stroking him. He responded with a soft moan and shifted slightly allowing the weight of my breast to nestle in the palm of his hand.

It took less than a minute before he was rock hard and pressing against my back, but he was still fast asleep. I sighed, slipped out of the bed, walked into the kitchen and started the coffee brewing. Taking advantage of the quiet condo, I went into the bathroom and started to shower.

I was just rubbing the shampoo into my hair when I saw the bathroom door open and Helen come in.

“Morning Bev, mind if I pee” Without waiting for a reply she went over to the toilet.

“Only if you wash my back.”

I heard the flush go and the shower door open. Helen came in to the cubicle and squirted some bodywash into the palm of her hand.

“Ummm.” I groaned as the hands caressed by shoulders. “That was some night. I haven’t had sex like that for a long while.”

“Well hun, you haven’t been hanging around me for a while.” She kissed my neck and moved her soaping activities to my front, slipping her hands under my breasts and running them upwards over my hardening nipples.

“Can we stay in bed all morning please” I murmured tipping back my head so that it rested on her shoulder. “I’ll be very good, I promise.” I slid my hands behind me and rubbed the cheeks of her ass.

“How good”

“I’ll do anything you say or want.”

“Deal. Let me finish off in here and you go fix the breakfast.”

The bathroom was by now very steamy, so I grabbed a towel and went into the kitchen to dry off. Tim was already in there pouring coffee and as expected he was naked with a hard on. As an extra bonus he had already made breakfast.

“Hi Bev, sleep well” Tim asked.

“Like a babe. You” I kissed him, reached down and gently stroked his cock. “I couldn’t resist fondling you earlier this morning.”

“Oh that was you was it There will be payback you know.”

“Sooner the better lover, I’m so horny.” I sat on the barstool.

“In that case, here’s your coffee, I’m going to get a shower.” As he left, it occurred to me that I could still hear the water running as Helen continued her shower. I hoped she wasn’t going to make him cum; I wanted his hard cock in me first. I squeezed my thighs together at the thought, sending a pleasure tingle through my body. I don’t think I had ever been this turned on.

I parted my thighs and moved my right hand between my legs. I could feel how wet I was and inserted my two middle fingers into my pussy. I pulled them out and slid them upwards either side of my clit. Back and forwards I moved, initializing a small orgasm.

“Hey, no starting without us, remember our agreement.” Helen called out as she entered the kitchen. I guiltily pulled away my hand.

Helen ate some fruit and took the rest into the bedroom. I followed her with my coffee and stretched out on the bed with my arms above my head, the cool air blowing deliciously over my naked body.

Helen put down her plate of fruit, and turned to face me.

“As you are like that, stay still.” She commanded, reached down behind the head board and pulled out two silk scarves, already secured to the bed posts. She quickly tied them around my wrists, stretching my arms across the width of the bed.

“Ohhhh, you look so helpless now, Bev.” Helen whispered and lightly kissed me on my lips. As I moved my head forward to kiss her harder, she moved away. “Not so fast, honey.” She moved closer again and licked my lips. Again I tried to kiss her back, but she avoided me and kissed my neck.

I squirmed as she licked and nibbled my ear lobe, getting a small gasp out of me. Helen knew the exact location of all my erogenous zones.

Tim came into the room and judging by his expression, Helen had already told him what she had planned. He walked over to Helen’s plate of fruit, his cock bobbing, selected a strawberry and bit into it.

Sitting on the bed he drew circles with the strawberry over my breasts and around my nipples. Helen slowly licked the juices off one breast and Tim off the other, neither one actually touching my nipples. The anticipation was driving me crazy; I wanted just one of them to take a nipple in the mouth and lifted my chest to encourage them.

Instead they kissed each other deeply, their tongues entwining, gently biting on each other’s lips. As they rolled over Tim kissed her neck and worked down to her nipples, sucking hard on each one, making them into dark points of flesh as he squeezed them together.

“I love Helen’s titties, don’t you Bev” Tim said looking me in the eye as he continued to caress them. Helen’s eyes were tightly closed as she reveled in the pleasure.

I groaned and looked away. I could feel a dull ache of desire developing deep inside of me.

He worked down her stomach until he reached her mons. Using his thumbs he spread her pussy lips apart exposing the pink bead of her clit. His mouth greedily sucked on it, and Helen breathed in deeply with a low moan. He tongue moved lower and into her vagina.

“I love the taste of your juices, God you’re wet. You like her taste Bev”

With that he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I did indeed love her taste and as I tried to lick Tim’s face, he pulled away and continued to deeply lick Helen. He pushed two fingers inside of her and quickly moved them in and out.

After five minutes of this intense stimulation Helen cried out “Ohhhhh, yes, yes, ohhh, ohhh, I can’t help it, I’m cummmming!”

Her back arched and she pushed her head back into the pillow. Tim kept stimulating her over the next 15 minutes bringing her quite a lot of pleasure. I could do nothing but watch, the scarves restraining me.

Tim finally adjusted himself between her legs and lifted her hips up before thrusting his hard cock inside her. I rubbed my legs together trying to ease the ache of lust. Tim pounded hard against her; I knew that she would soon orgasm again when she started to breathe in small gasps.

Helen screamed out “Come on, yes, fuck me Tim, hammer my cunt, that’s it, ohhh I’m cumming again, geeeezzzz.” I watched as her pleasure peaked and finally waned even as Tim kept thrusting.

Finally she pleaded with him. “Pull out Tim, I’m too sensitive, God can’t stand it, ah ah, give me time to recover, please!” I knew from past experience with Helen and vibrators, she can only tolerate so much before needing a break.

“Don’t cum, give it to me. Put that big cock in me.” I pleaded.

Helen gasped her thanks as Tim withdrew and she collapsed sideways on the bed facing me with a big, satisfied smirk on her face.

Tim straddled my chest and put his stiff, wet cock between my breasts and squeezed them together and began to slowly thrust. “I love fucking a big pair of titties.”

Helen moved closer to me and put one leg between mine, her knee all the way up between my legs, gentling rubbing herself against my hip. I tried to grind against her knee, but every time I did she would move away from me. I was getting so horny I thought I was going to die.

Tim was so erect his cock kept springing out from between my breasts, so Helen grasped it and started masturbating him. I could see his pre-cum leaking out and feel my juices trickling between my legs with anticipation.

“Hey you guys, come on, don’t you dare. Fuck my tight cunt Tim, come on. Don’t waste it, I need to cum.”

Tim’s only response was to shift further up my body, the tip of his cock touching my chin. Helen increased the speed and length of her stroking.

“Payback for yesterday’s teasing Bev, you don’t know how pent up I was on the beach. I had to lay face down most of the afternoon. I am going to enjoy giving you a facial.”

With that he grabbed my head and groaned. Load after load of hot, sticky, white cum shot out over my face, my eyes, my mouth and neck.

“Oh that was sooo good, sooo good.” He whispered and rolled onto the bed between Helen and me.

I was starting to get a little testy, but decided to hold any comments and just lie there.

After about ten minutes Helen took Tim in her mouth and started to slowly suck him. I also felt the nails on her left hand graze the inside of my thigh, drawing little circles and getting infinitesimally higher with each revolution.

Helen knew that drove me absolutely crazy and I just hoped she wasn’t still on the tease kick. That would be more than I could possibly stand.

Tim leaned over and licked off some of his cum off my face and kissed me on the mouth. No tease this time and I could taste the saltiness on his tongue. His left hand slid up over my stomach and started to circle my left breast, the nipple springing up hard in anticipation. I kissed Tim harder and greedier as he rolled the nipple between his fingers.

Helen’s fingers reached the entrance of my vagina and circled its moist entrance. I was getting even wetter knowing that this time I was going to get relief. I gasped as she inserted two fingers inside of me, hunting out my G spot. She knew what I liked and how to give it to me and I broke off Tim’s kiss to cry out in pleasure.

“Yes Helen, oh yes, you know, huh huh huh, oh that’s it, oh I feel like I’m going to pee, yes, that’s it, oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” As I came down from a tremendous peak, Tim shifted his mouth’s attention to my nipples and Helen to my clit.

The two tongues working in unison drove me back into a state of orgasm, and every time I thought it was ending, they changed rhythm, causing wave after wave of pleasure to crash over me.

I weakly strained against my bindings when Tim broke away, but then he replaced Helen between my legs. He had evidently fully recovered and I felt the bulbous head of his big cock probe my vagina. Two thrusts and he was fully in, crushing up against my pelvis, but instead of thrusting continuously, he fucked me with six long strokes and then six short ones, then six long strokes. The cold ache of longing had been replaced by an increasingly tighter ball of intense pleasure.

Tim started to speed up, his testicles swinging against my ass.

The feeling of Helen sensually kissing me on my ear, my lips and my breasts started a surge of electricity in my upper body and when she slipped a hand down my tummy, the two pleasure areas joined together. I came so hard it felt like everything was in slow motion and my eyesight blurred.

I don’t know what I said or what I cried out, I was vaguely aware of Tim’s seed shooting deep inside of me, the heat of it building on my internal fire. Gradually the feeling faded and I slumped down hard against the mattress almost unconscious

“You okay Bev” I heard Helen whisper. She had got a cold wet facecloth and wiped away Tim’s cum off my face. I opened my eyes and nodded.

“Good. That was incredible; I have always wanted to do that tease scene. The added bonus was that it was with you. Love you Bev.”

“Love you too Helen.” I whispered and kissed her before closing my eyes again.

“Hey hunk. Lie down here, I want you hard again.” Helen called out to Tim and pulled him back down on to the bed.

Since that weekend, Helen and I now see each other on a regular basis. As for Tim, we never did hear from him again, but with a friend like Helen….

Comments welcome, email me at clintonbeverly@yahoo.com

I watched as my husband fucked my friend

It was about 10pm on a Friday night and my husband Peter & I were watching TV. I was not really paying attention, but mulling over a recent conversation I had with my friend Josie.

Two weeks ago she had come around to my house and after a glass of wine we got onto the subject of my husband Peter.

“He knows you have sex with other guys though Bev”

“Yes of course, but he has not shown any interest in any other women. He doesn’t mind having a threesome with me and another guy though.”

“Like Greg”

“Yes like Greg. If Peter did have sex with someone else I would prefer that he did it openly. I mean, he barely shows any interest in even you Josie.”

“Perhaps he is just a little on the shy side”

“That could be true.”

The phone rang pulling me out of my deep thought. As I picked it up I saw Josie’s number listed on the caller ID.

“Hey Josie, I was just thinking about you. What’s up”

“I really, really need your help. I parked at the Eastgate mall and when I came out, someone had slashed one of my tires. I am worried they are hanging around watching me, I have this feeling.

“You in the car with the doors locked”

“Yes of course.”

“We will be right over. Sit tight.” I hung up and looked over at Peter.

“Someone has slashed one of Josie’s car tires at the mall; she’s worried the person is still hanging around. Can you come with me to go and get her please”

“Sure, we’ll take the truck.”

As we approached the mall, Josie guided us by phone to her parking spot. Peter did a quick loop around to see if anyone was hiding between the cars before leaving the big Ford idling behind Josie’s car.

Josie gratefully slid in to the truck and sat in the middle of the bench seat. I got out and stood on the step to keep an eye open.

Peter inspected the tire and popped open the trunk to retrieve the spare.

“This’ll only take a couple of minutes.”

Peter quickly changed the tire and started the car up.

“I don’t really want to drive home; can I stay with you tonight”

“Sure hun. Peter, can you drive her car over to our house I’ll drive the truck and will check to see if anyone is following us.”

We made an uneventful trip home and parked Josie’s car in our garage. Peter’s truck normally stayed outside anyway.

Once we were in the house Josie relaxed for the first time. I passed her a drink which she downed quickly. I filled it back up again.

“Thank you guys.” She exclaimed and hugged both of us. I smiled, Josie’s little 4’ 11” frame always looked so tiny against Peter’s body. I changed the subject and asked her what she had bought.

“I have the final interview tomorrow at noon for that catering job. There are just two of us left in the running so I wanted to impress them with a nice black business jacket and skirt.”

She opened the store bags and pulled out her purchases.

“I’ll go and try them on again, see what you think.”

She went into the guest bedroom down the hall and appeared a few minutes later.

“Wow you look good.” I commented. “Would you give her the contract Peter”

Peter got up from his chair to get a beer from the refrigerator.

“She has my vote. You do look good Josie.”

“I’ll get you some hangers for them.” I went into our bedroom and came back into the kitchen-family room.

Josie slipped off the jacket and passed it to me. Without pausing, she unzipped the black skirt and slid it off her body. I put that on a hanger also.

I noticed that Peter had paused in the kitchen watching as she unbuttoned her black blouse and handed that to me.

Unabashed by her state of undress, Josie walked over and picked up her drink.

“That looks even better.” Peter said.

I raised an eyebrow at his comment. Josie did look very sexy wearing stockings, a pair of lacy boy short panties and a matching black lacy push up bra.

“Thank you Peter, that’s sweet of you.” She kissed him on the lips and went back down the hall to put on her jeans and top. Peter’s eyes were firmly fixed on her cute little ass as she walked off.

“Do I detect a little interest in her body” I quipped.

“She is very attractive, but sometimes she is a little too overbearing.”

Josie came back in fully dressed and we had a couple more drinks before we decided to turn in.

“Oh Josie, Peter has just grouted the guest bathroom tiles, use our en-suite shower in the morning.” I warned her.

The next morning I woke up fairly late, pulled on my workout clothes and got on the treadmill. After a half hour run I had a shower. Wrapping a towel around me I went out into the kitchen and started the coffee brewing.

As the machine gurgled and spluttered I heard our shower running, so I poured myself and Peter a cup each and walked back into the bedroom.

“I’m so horny Bev, working away from home last two weeks…” Peter declared as he slid into bed alongside me. I could see he was partially aroused and I felt myself getting wet. I was looking forward to getting a good hard fucking.

Before we could say or do anything else, we heard Josie’s knock on the partly open bedroom door.

“Hi guys, can I use the shower please, or should I come back later”

“Come in, feel free. We are just having a cup of coffee in bed.” I said.

As Josie showered I slipped my hand under the sheets and wrapped my fingers around Peter’s cock. As I gently stroked his full length, I could feel the wetness of his precum leak out on my arm. I couldn’t remember him being this stiff and urged Josie to finish showering. I knew I would start to orgasm before he even got half way inside of me.

A few minutes later Josie came out of the bathroom with a towel fastened around her, sat on the bed alongside Peter, put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you for last night Peter; you don’t know how frightened I was. I owe you big time.”

As she went to get up, her right hand slipped down his chest until her wrist bumped into his erection. She lifted the sheet and whistled softly.

“Oh my…”

Josie shifted position and without hesitation circled her lips around the purple tip of his cock. Peter groaned as he enjoyed the wet warmth of her mouth encompassing him.

“Not now Josie.” I muttered, the ache between my thighs intensifying. I watched her head bob up and down as she tried to fully take the length of my husband’s cock. I noticed Peter’s hand slide up the inside of her thigh under her towel.

Josie gave a little squeal, indicating that his fingers had reached their destination. Peter’s hand started to move back and forwards. I decided that I needed to join in on the fun, but before I could react Josie got up, removed her towel and straddled his hips. With a quick wiggle of her little bottom she had Peter’s cock at the entrance of her pussy.

“God it has been weeks since I got seriously fucked.” Josie announced and with that pushed down greedily burying Peter’s manhood inside of her. “You’re so hard, ohh God I’m going to cum already... Aaahhhhhh.” Her head snapped back, eyes tightly closed as she relished her climax.

She slowed her bucking to a stop before Peter had chance to cum.

“Oh, there’s nothing like a quick orgasm to start things off. Your choice of position now, use me as you want.”

Peter could not restrain himself and rolled her onto her back. He looked into Josie’s eyes and lifted her knees up so they touched her chest, exposing her pink shaved pussy lips. Her 24B breasts were flattened by the pressure of her knees.

I watched as his hard manhood re-entered her, pushing at her soft flesh. Each time he pulled back to enter her more deeply I could see her juices glistening on his shaft.

Josie squealed in delight as she started to quickly orgasm again.

“Come on big boy, fuck me hard, use me, make me cum.” She begged.

I tried to get in on the action but their fast moving bodies were too entwined. My fingers slipped between my legs to stimulate my pussy, but I could only watch as my husband roughly pounded into my best friend. I knew he wouldn’t last long at this intensity and to my dismay I saw his body tense as Josie screamed as she hit her peak.

Peter’s body slowed as he savored the last throes of his orgasm and Josie’s eyes opened. Her hand reached out and grasped mine tightly.

“I’m sorry Bev, sorry, I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Peter rolled off Josie’s tiny body, his once hard cock softening. I knew he wouldn’t recover for a couple of hours after such an intense orgasm.

They lay there for about five minutes catching their breath before Josie sat up.

“Oh shoot - the interview.” She quickly got up and ran off to the guest bedroom to get dressed.

I reached over to my husband and held his now soft penis.

“I need satisfaction as well you know.”

Peter kissed me. “You are going to hate me Bev, but I need to pick up the building supplies for next week before twelve. I’ll be back and ready to make love again this afternoon.”

I rolled over onto my back and groaned at my stupidity for enticing Josie.

“Bye.” Josie yelled. “I’ll drop by and tell you how it went.”

Peter started to get dressed. “Greg said he will drop by later, he wants to borrow the pipe bender. It’s in the garage.”

Peter kissed me on the lips and after the door closed I heard his truck start up, reverse out of the driveway and roar up the street.

I cursed at my misfortune, and losing the desire, got out of bed and pulled on my favorite yellow sundress over my naked body.

To distract myself I worked in the yard, pulling weeds and tending to the potted plants on the patio. Just before noon I heard the doorbell ring and the front door open.

I went back into the house to see Greg had let himself in.

"Hey Bev, good to see you.”

“You don’t know how much.” I muttered, the feeling of sexual need welling up again inside of me.

I gave him a deep kiss on the lips and pressed my body up against his. I knew he could feel my breasts crushed up against his chest. His hands slid down the back of my dress and that he could feel I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Woah, you’re friendly today.” Greg exclaimed.

“No, just horny.” I murmured.

“Peter said I could borrow the pipe bender..” He seemed a little flustered.

“Is your pipe stiff and hard’ I nibbled on his ear.

“It will be soon if you keep that up.”

“Good.” I shifted my hand down to his groin and began massaging his cock.

The doorbell rang again. I broke off from my fondling.

“Geez, does it rain or pour”

“Hi Bev! I got the contract, I brought some champagne, let’s celebrate.” Josie’s voice echoed from the front doorway.

Josie bounced in to the kitchen as Greg and I separated.

“Hi Josie, how are you Nice outfit.” Greg commented.

“Hi Greg. Oh it may look nice, but I prefer to get into some casual clothing.” She dropped a bag of clothes on the floor.

Greg took the champagne from her and opened it with a pop. I got some flutes from the cupboard and put them on the counter. After the glasses were filled we toasted her success. I was genuinely pleased for her; she had worked hard for that job.

Josie downed the glass in one. “I must get out of these clothes, they are a little itchy.”

With that she started to unbutton her blouse exposing her black push up bra. Greg’s eyes drifted to the glimpse of cleavage.

“Let me help you.” Greg offered and unfastened the clasp on her skirt and undid the zip. Her skirt and blouse fell to the floor. For the second time in 24 hours that little minx stood in my kitchen in just her black lingerie. I could sense the chance of sex slipping through my fingers again.

Seizing the moment I walked forward and unfastened her bra, letting my hands slide from her back to cup those beautiful perky 34B cup breasts. I caressed her nipples between my thumb and index finger and tweaked them into little mountains of hard flesh.

“Ummm that feels good Bev.” Josie gasped. She reached behind her and I felt her hand slide up under my dress until she touched my pussy.

“Oh you vixen, you are not wearing any panties.” She turned around, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, her tongue seeking out mine in a passionate embrace.

My right hand ran across her tummy until my fingers reached the waistband of her panties. With barely a hesitation I continued downward, seeking out the warm soft flesh between her legs.

Josie’s hands were not idle either as she slipped my sundress off my shoulders and down my stomach. My tits popped free from the restraint and she eagerly sucked on my nipples as I groaned in encouragement. I could feel my stomach muscles contract. With a whisper the dress fell to the floor leaving me naked.

Greg moved behind Josie, easing her panties down her thighs until they joined my dress on the floor. As I continued to kiss Josie passionately the warmth of her skin touched mine. I ached for a physical release.

“I want you Bev.” Josie whispered in my ear and wrapped her legs around my hips. I cupped her ass with my hands and half carried her to the bedroom and we collapsed onto the bed giggling.

Josie wriggled around under me until her face was between my legs. I felt her hot breath and then the soft wet flicker of her tongue at the entrance of my vagina. As the first electric burst of pleasure shot up my chest I leant forward to seek out her inner flesh, pulling apart her pussy lips to expose that little pink bud of pleasure.

As I gently sucked it between my lips, I could feel her do the same to me. I lost myself in a wave of pleasure and thrust my tongue deep into her vagina, lapping up her sweet taste. I knew exactly what really turned her on and slipped two of my fingers into her now sopping pussy.

I was expecting her to do the same, but instead I felt Greg’s cock probing my pussy lips. Josie’s tongue flicked from his tip to my clit and started the first fires of my orgasm. By the time he was only halfway in my climax hit, wave after wave, each one intensifying as he pushed deeper inside of me.

I could no longer stimulate Josie as I gasped for air, my back arched as the electric charge froze my muscles.

“Oh yes, yes, finish me off, pleeeazzzze, fuck me hard.” I begged.

Greg started thrusting hard into me, his hips slamming into my ass.

I begged for a climax but the pleasure kept climbing in intensity.

“I’m going to cum soooo hard, please cum I can’t stand it anymore, arggghhhhh.”

Greg groaned and I felt his boiling hot cum squirt inside of me as I screamed in silence. His thrusts slowly subsided and I came back to my senses, my muscles shaking and drained from the exertion.

I rolled off Josie and laughed.

“My turn to be sorry Josie.”

I collapsed on my back, relishing the feeling of warm cum as it trickled down from between my legs.

“Not to worry, you are talking about the “bunny” remember, he keeps cumming and cumming…” I laughed at Josie’s comment; we both knew that Greg had a remarkable power of recuperation.

Josie rotated her body on the bed and spread her legs wide open. I watched as she slid her hands slowly down her tummy until she reached her mons. Her fingers pulled apart her sex lips in a crude invitation.

“Push it in me now. I want to feel you get rock hard again inside of me.” Greg was still fairly rigid and the two of them locked together. I went back to the kitchen, put on my dress and poured myself a glass of water before going out to sit on the patio.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew was Greg and Josie giving me a kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye. I watched them from the door as he loaded the pipe bender in to his truck.

“Catch you later. Thanks.”

About an hour later Peter came home and he presented me with a small bunch of flowers.

“That’s sweet of you honey.” I put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the mouth. His hands slid around my waist and down onto my butt where he gently caressed my cheeks.

“You are not wearing any panties”

“Not wearing a bra either.”

“How can I be sure”

I slipped the sundress of my body and stood there naked in front of him.

“Where and how do you want it” He asked, his gaze firmly riveted on my trimmed pubic hair.

Without answering I sat on the sofa like a slut, arms outstretched, with my legs apart.

Peter knelt on the floor between my thighs and took my C cup breasts in his hands, roughly squeezing them, making my nipples harden into little rose colored bumps. I arched my back and slid down the chair, locking my legs around his waist.

“I’m wet enough already.” I whispered, not really wanting him to eat me out and taste Greg’s semen.

He stood up, took off his clothes and stroked himself until he was fully erect.

“I promised you I would be ready to go again this afternoon.”

“Ummm, just don’t cum too quickly.” I warned him as he guided his cock between my thighs. He rubbed the tip up and down the length of my slit, his precum mixing with my wetness.

“Oh that feels good, push it hard against my clit.” I breathed grinding my hips against him. Peter leant forward and sucked deeply on my left nipple before lightly biting on it.

“I can’t wait anymore. Fuck me.”

He pushed about two inches of his cock into me and pulled it almost back out again.

“Don’t tease.” I warned and tried to slide off the couch to get more of him inside of me.

“I’m in charge; I’ll do what I want, when I want.”

This control game always drove me crazy, going in deeper each time and then slowly sliding in and out. I saw him smile; he knew exactly what it was doing to me. I started an orgasm that built in intensity with every one of his light teases.

“I can’t hold off much longer.” I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my breasts hard against his chest and gently bit him on the neck.

“Fuck me harder, pleeeaasse. Pound that hard cock into me, fuck me, fuck meeeeee.”

Finally he gave into my wishes and his rhythm changed to where he would almost pull out, and then bury himself all the way inside of me. Time after time his groin slammed into my clit.

“That’s it, that’s it, oh God, I can’t hold back any longer, it’s too intense - aaaaaaahhhhhh.”

His pace picked up even further. He tossed my body around like a rag doll as I shouted out in pleasure, before groaning loudly and I felt the tickle of his hot sperm shoot into me. His movements slowed before he slumped on top of me.

“That was intense.” I sighed. “Grab some rest, but don’t bother to get dressed. The day isn’t over yet lover.”

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Set up for a threesome

It was a Thursday when I got a call out of the blue from a long time friend of mine, Helen. We went to school together but now only kept in touch sporadically. Helen never married, but had climbed the corporate ladder and so money was never an issue. Unfortunately that was not the case with me and I could rarely afford to participate in the things that she wanted to do.

This call was different. “Hi Bev, what are you doing”

“I was actually thinking about taking some time off, been working way too much.”

“Do you fancy flying to Hawaii tomorrow”

“Nice idea, but the ticket and hotel would be outrageous.”

“No problem, I am already out here on a conference event and I have borrowed a condo for a few days. I also have a ton of air-miles so I can get you a free ticket. There’s a flight I can get you on that leaves tomorrow, you will get in early evening. We will have a blast.”

So 24 hours later I arrived in Hawaii and caught a taxi to the condo complex. Helen had lucked out, the properties were single story and opened up right onto the beach.

I rang the doorbell and was greeted by an enthusiastic Helen.

The condo was pretty new, an interesting design being almost completely open plan with no walls separating the bedroom, kitchen and family room. Over on the patio I could see a guy, reasonably good looking.

“Oh I forgot to mention, that is Tim. He’s a friend of mine. Tim was at the conference and knew the condo owner also. Small world isn’t it”

“Are you err..”

“Oh no, we are just good friends, hope you don’t mind, he’s sleeping in one of the beds and we are sharing the other. They are both King size, so lots of room.”

Tim came in off the patio area and introduced himself.

After a light meal and a couple of glasses of wine I was feeling tired, so I excused myself, went into the bathroom, changed into a T shirt and panties and fell sound asleep in the bed. Later I was vaguely aware of Helen getting in bed with me and Tim climbing into the other bed.

I was just stirring the next morning when Tim got out of bed. I was a little shocked that he was completely naked, but I didn’t see him go to bed last night. He walked over to the bathroom and I heard the shower run.

About 15 minutes later he came back into the bedroom drying his hair with a towel, still not wearing anything. He saw me looking at him and announced he was going to make a pot of coffee and walked towards the kitchen area.

I am a big coffee addict, so I gave him enough time to a pot made, slipped out of bed and wearing my T shirt followed him into the kitchen.

“How do you like your coffee” He asked.

“Oh straight black thanks.”

I was wondering if his nudity was deliberate to try and embarrass me. He evidently didn’t know my character, so I decided to work him up a little.

I slid on to the bar stool and let my T shirt ride up to expose my bright pink panties. I saw his eyes glance down, good he was interested!

We chatted for a while until he said he ought to take Helen a cup of coffee. I followed him into the bedroom to get my wash bag and then went to get a shower.

When I came out, I wrapped the towel around me and went back into the bedroom. Tim was sitting on the edge of his bed, partially covered with a sheet, talking to Helen as she sipped her coffee.

“All done Bev”

“Yes the bathroom’s yours if you want it.”

Helen left to go to the bathroom and I noticed she was wearing just a black lace thong. She often travels to Europe and is used to topless beaches. Tim watched her leave, his eyes riveted on her suntanned breasts.

Once she had left I decided to do some payback and removed my towel to dry my hair. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tim staring at me. I do have a nice body, I have to admit. Firm 36C breasts, flat tummy, nice hips and my pussy hair was currently trimmed to a thin blondish rectangle.

I lifted my suitcase onto the bed and bent over to get out my make up bag, a pair of shorts and my bikini. I knew he was getting a perfect view between my thighs of my pussy lips.

“So what is the plan today Tim, the beach”

Tim looked away as I faced him. “Yeah – probably, I was waiting to see what Helen had planned. It’s going to be nice and warm.”

I knew he had to be getting aroused by now.

I heard the shower start in the bathroom. “I’m going to get another coffee while Helen is finishing, come and join me.” I stood up, reached over, grabbed his hand and pulled up off of bed

I walked over to the kitchen still holding his hand. I was dying to see how much of an effect my flirting was having on him, but didn’t want to make it obvious.

As I poured the coffee I glanced over where he was leaning against the breakfast bar and smiled to myself. He was trying to hide it, but he was as stiff as a pole, sporting a nice 6 to 7 inches. I couldn’t resist another flirt.

I walked over to where he was standing and opened the refrigerator door. “Is there any breakfast” I stepped back and bent over appearing to check the drawers. I felt my ass touch his cock.

“Oh, yogurt, okay if I have one”

“Sure, sure” he mumbled as I pulled off the top and licked it seductively. I found a teaspoon and quickly ate the yogurt.

“This is good, come on, have the last mouthful.” I moved up against him and fed him a spoonful, my breasts brushing his arm. “See”

I heard Helen’s shower finish and I didn’t want her to what I was doing to poor Tim. I dropped the empty yogurt container in the trash and went back into the bedroom and slipped on my bikini and a pair of shorts. Tim pulled on his swim shorts and had a little difficultly fastening them.

Helen appeared from the bathroom and said “I guess it’s the beach then

That day on the beach, I flirted heavily with Tim, asking him to put sunscreen lotion on me, sat provocatively with my legs apart and generally teased him. In the afternoon, we bought wine, Chinese take-out and went back to the condo to eat on the patio.

Not bothering to get changed we devoured the food and opened the wine. I announced that I was going to grab a quick shower to get rid of the sea salt and sand. As it was still warm inside I dressed in my black bikini with tie straps. While Tim and Helen took turns in showering I brought the wine over to the sofa and sat in the middle.

Helen came out, first filled up her wine and sat down. “I think your flirting has wound Tim up, he looks a little tight.” She announced.

“Well, he started it wandering around naked this morning, I just took it to another level. It was turning me on also.”

“I have a confession to make, Tim owns this condo. He was involved in a relationship which turned out ugly for him. He hasn’t had the self confidence to make love to a woman for around 6 months. I thought that you would be the ideal person to change that. I hope you don’t mind”

I leaned over and kissed her gently but deeply on the lips. “No, that’s fine.” I whispered. “6 months”

Before we could say anymore Tim came over and sat at the other end of the sofa. As we finished the second bottle of wine, I told him to make himself useful and give my feet a massage. I lifted my legs into his lap placed my head in Helen’s lap.

I had to say, Tim was a good masseur and I pretended to purr as he stroked my feet. “Just do that for another hour” I laughed.

He started to run his hands over my calves and commented on my muscle tone. Helen started to rub my neck. I gave them both plenty of encouragement by groaning.

Tim pulled me down the sofa towards him, so that my knees were now in his lap, I could feel he was getting hard. Helen shifted round and started working on my upper arms.

I could feel Tim’s hands going higher up my inner thighs and I shifted my legs apart giving him more access. He needed no other hint and soon his fingers were touching the thin bikini material between my legs. Helen’s hands had slipped inside my bikini top and were lightly caressing my nipples. I could feel them hardening. I moaned louder.

Tim tore off my bikini bottoms and I could feel the cool air on my hot, wet pussy. He spread my pussy lips and his fingers circled my vagina entrance, and once wet, teased my clit before lightly entering me. First one finger, then two, slowly moving in and out.

“Faster, faster, spread your fingers apart inside of me, yes, yes.” I was so horny I was desperate for relief.

Helen stood up, removed her swimsuit and knelt over my face. “Eat me Bev, I want to feel your tongue deep inside of me.”

I licked repeatedly from her clit to her asshole and she quickly started to orgasm, grinding her hips against my face so that my mouth was pressed hard against her inner flesh.

“That’s it…. that’s good…oh yes.” She gasped. Her juices were flooding my face.

I heard Tim remove his shorts and then felt the flicker of his tongue. It didn’t take me long before I started to buck against his mouth. He grasped my hips and pinned me down while he which drove me to a quick intense peak.

Helen shifted round and lay on top of me, our breasts touching, kissing my mouth.

“Let me taste my juices.” She whispered hungrily, licking at my face. I kissed her back deeply while cupping her breasts in my hands.

Tim stood between both our thighs and sunk his cock deep inside of Helen.

“Wow, you are on fire woman, so wet, so tight”

She lifted herself up cried out “Jeez that feels so good, come on fuck me harder.” I squeezed her breasts together, sucking and biting on her nipples as Tim pounded into her.

Oh, I’m cumming so hard, yes, yes, ohhhhhhhhhh, that’s so good, so good, ohhhhhhh.”

As her climax passed, Tim withdrew and I felt his hard cock penetrate me, his hands cupping my ass.

“Your turn cock teaser, I’ve wanted to fuck you so hard all day.”

In three strokes he was fully inside of me and his pelvic bone ground against my inflamed clit with every thrust causing me to gasp.

“You like that huh”

Helen sat up, grabbed my nipples, and twisted them at the same time as pulling them towards her. The pain mingled with a deepening orgasm that started in my lower belly and fully overcame me.

“Yyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeessss, oh yes, oh yes” I screamed out as I arched my back. As soon as I subsided, Tim pulled out making me gasp. He flipped Helen over so she was lying face up on top of me and quickly entered her again.

“Come on, come on, fuck me Tim, fuck my cunt, that’s it, that’s it.”

I reached down with one hand and started flicking her clit with my finger, while my other hand grabbed a nipple. She lifted her hips and slipped one of her hands down between my legs her fingers roughly rubbing my clit.

All three of us came together, our voices mingling into one cry.

Tim pulled out of Helen and pushed back into me, and I felt his last squirts of hot cum as he slowed his movements.

We lay there for a few minutes enjoying the afterglow. Tim’s cum leaked out of Helen and I could feel it trickle down between my thighs.

He pulled out of me, licked between Helen’s legs, and then kissed her on the mouth. Helen rolled over and kissed me too, I could taste the saltiness of Tim’s cum on her tongue.

“Let’s take this into the bedroom.” Helen stated. We followed her and Tim went to climb into his bed.

“No lover, you’re sleeping in this bed, get in the middle. We haven’t finished with you yet.” I whispered.

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The Layover

It was the probably the worse time to try to fly - Friday night, Chicago and bad weather. We gazed up at the monitors, along with crowds of other passengers as one by one, the remaining flights turned red with the gut churning word “cancelled” against the status.

“I got a bad feeling about this one Mandy.” I murmured.

“Miss Sara the negative. We will be okay.”

I stared out of the window at the silent runway as flurries of snow drifted along the deserted tarmac. “We had better get ready for the scramble for hotel rooms.”

We had only 15 minutes to wait until our flight joined the red list. I had already got the number to call from another passenger and booked ourselves a hotel room fairly close to the airport. We got our new boarding passes for a flight tomorrow afternoon and headed out for the hotel shuttle pick up point. The airport traffic was starting to thin out, although the roads were still passable.

Mandy requested a room with a king size bed at the reception, and we dragged our luggage up to the room.

“See if we had checked the luggage, we’d have nothing now.”

“I know you’re the road warrior Sara.” Mandy replied as she lay on the bed.

“I also saw signs to a pool downstairs. I fancy going for a swim, get rid of some of the stress. Want to join me?”

“No, but I did see some coffee in the reception though. I really fancy a beer, but I didn’t see a bar. I’ll have a wander round, maybe there is something close.”

Mandy lay on her side and watched me change. She loved my small-breasted slim body. As I hung up my jeans and dug in my suitcase for my swimsuit, I could sense her interest. I looked over my shoulder.

“I can hear your imagination running wild Mandy.”

“I love those black lacy boy-short panties; they fit so nicely on you.”

I stood up, unfastened my bra, and tossed it on the bed before wriggling out of my panties. Mandy’s lovely brown, gold-flecked eyes devoured me.

“Later girl, the pool closes in 20 minutes. Go find alcohol. Fetch!”

I pulled on my swimsuit, covered it with a white button up shirt, slid on a denim skirt and went downstairs for a swim. The pool was just the right temperature and completely deserted. I swam length after length, feeling my stress level drop at every turn. I carried on for about 10 minutes after the pool officially closed before I got out and dried myself off.

I removed my swimsuit, and put my shirt and skirt back on before going back to the room. Upon entering, I noticed the dividing door to the next room was open. Mandy bounced excitedly through the doorway, her shoulder length dark red hair shifting from side to side.

“Mission accomplished.” She announced, putting her arms around my neck and giving me a light kiss on the lips. Her hands slipped down my back to squeeze my ass cheeks.

“When I left the room on the quest for alcohol, I bumped into one of the guys who are staying next to us. He braved the storm, went down to the mini mart and bought some drinks. Come and meet them, they are cute.”

“Let me fix my hair and put some panties on.”

“Uumm, how could have I missed that?” I dodged her exploratory grope and nipped into the bathroom. I opted to put my blond hair into a ponytail rather than attempt to style it. I chose a translucent pink pair of string bikini panties, pulled them on and went to see Mandy’s new friends.

“This is Stewart, Stu, and this is Tony. Meet Sara.” She announced and passed me a polystyrene cup of red wine. “They got stranded at the airport as well.” Stu and Tony were about 25 years old. Both had short, dark hair and nicely muscled. At least they were only about 8 years older than we were.

Stu sat on the left side of the bed with his ankles crossed. “I think we got the last room, they only had a king size bed left in case you were wondering.” He said and I laughed. “Pull up a pillow, sit yourself down, we’re going to watch a movie.”

I sat between them.

“How’s the wine?” Tony asked.

I pretended to be a wine connoisseur. “Interesting bouquet, just a hint of fruit to mask the plastic cup, needs to be swallowed quickly to avoid a lingering taste. This year’s harvest I would guess.”

I put one hand on his thigh and reached past him to look at the bottle label. “No year mentioned, they are probably just being modest.” I was aware of his gaze down the front of my shirt. Perhaps I should have worn a bra. I had not planned on any partying, just a couple of drinks and then sleep.

My thought patterns were disrupted when Mandy came back with the ice bucket filled. Without hesitation, she uncrossed Stu’s ankles, pulled apart his legs and sat between them, her back resting against his chest. That maneuver was classic Mandy, plenty of body contact and giving her partner really nowhere else to put his hands apart from on her waist. Now every time she looked back at him, her head would be at a provocative angle and their lips would only be a couple of inches apart. I rolled my eyes.

We turned off most of the lights, so the only illumination came from the open bathroom door. We watched the movie and made a sizable impact in the wine and tequila. I was on the verge of dozing off just vaguely aware of Stu’s hands gently caressing Mandy’s breasts under her shirt. It must have encouraged Tony because he rolled on to his side and placed his hand on my left knee, fingers lightly touching my skin.

The sensation was pleasant and my eyes closed as he traced circles up my inner thigh. The bed shifted as Mandy and Stu got up and went into our room. I slowly drew my left foot slightly towards me and let my leg rest against his body as if I was asleep. Tony now had more access to the soft skin of my thigh and he sensually worked his hand upwards. I kept my eyes closed wondering if he thought I was asleep and how far he was willing to go.

His fingers reached the edge of my panties and he explored the soft material between my legs, pausing at the dampness before running a finger upwards. I involuntarily murmured. His hand withdrew and I felt a button pop on my shirt, then another until my shirt was unfastened. He pulled it open and I was acutely aware of the thick cotton material dragging across my erect nipples. Tony’s lips fastened around my left nipple, while his hand cupped my right. I squirmed at the double attention as he sucked and twisted.

His hand slid lower, unfastened the buttons of my denim skirt and slowly removed it. He moved down the bed, slipped his hands inside my panties, pulled them over my hips and down off my legs. I pretended to turn in my sleep making it easier to get them off. He paused, thinking he had woken me.

Tony put his head between my legs and licked the length of my slit. I twitched as the roughness of his tongue made contact with my clit. I was now so wet I knew I had soaked his face. We could hear Mandy in the throes of an orgasm from the next room and I guess Tony was worried about running out of time. He got off the bed and I heard the jingle of a belt buckle and the rustle of clothes.

He gently pulled me round so that my hips were at the edge of the bed, lifted up my legs and spread them apart. I was aware of his urgency now as the cries of passion from Mandy and Stu had died away. He aligned his cock with the entrance of my pussy and entered me. I could not help moaning as the tip of his hard cock caressed the most sensitive part of my vagina. Tony was beyond caring if I woke up and started to thrust back and forwards, going in deeper each time.

I stopped the deceit, opened my eyes and said, “Fuck me”. He was a little startled but obeyed me, slamming into me with deep, long movements. My clit was so sensitive now and I felt my orgasm peaking, making me cry out in pleasure. He sensed me ebbing, turned me over on to my tummy and started screwing me doggy style. Grabbing my wrists, he rode me hard, the slap of his hips against my butt matching the grunts of our pleasure.

“God you’re a hot tight fuck.” He hissed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mandy come into the room, still naked. She leant on the bed and looked into my lust glazed eyes. She loves watching me cum, says it is like looking into my bared soul. Her fingers sought out one of my inflamed nipples and pulled on it, at the same time kissing me firmly on the mouth. Her other hand was furiously rubbing her clit in tight circles.

My climax built and I cried out as my body shuddered. It drove Tony over the edge and he groaned as his cock spurted stream after stream of hot fluid deep inside of me. “Yes, yes, yes.” He shouted.

He collapsed on top of me, our sweaty bodies stuck together briefly before breaking apart. Tony went off to the bathroom.

“Ummm, that was so good.” I murmured. I turned over on to my back and saw Stu stroking his large erection.

“Big isn’t he?” Mandy whispered.

“Uh huh.” It was all I could utter. Stu walked forward and stood at the edge of the bed.

“He wants you Sara; he wants to put that big cock in you.”

“He’s too big.” I begged and tried to sit up.

Mandy pulled me back on to the bed. “He wants to take you now.” She said firmly, grabbed my wrists and pinned me down.

“Fuck this slut Stu, fuck Sara’s tight little cunt with that big rod.”

Stu paused and then moved between my legs. I could feel the bulbous head between my sex lips.

“No, no you’re too big; I’m not ready, no.”

“Ignore her Stu; she’s just a slut, fuck her, fuck her.”

Stu followed Mandy’s orders and roughly entered me. I cried out in pleasure, my orgasm instantly rekindled. Mandy let go of my arms and I pulled myself up against Stu’s chest, wrapping my arms around his neck as I rode his erection. We fell back onto the bed, with me on top, my hips grinding hard onto his cock.

The ferocity of our sex drove us both to a quick climax and we remained locked together catching our breath.

“You are such a witch sometimes Mandy, you had him thinking he was raping me.” I gasped.

Mandy laughed in a low voice. “Yes, but I know how to make you cum.”

She saw my eyes look behind her and my nod. This time I pulled Mandy’s arms away and she fell forward, her ass in the air. Tony moved quickly in behind her and grabbed her hips.

“Ohhhhh, that’s not fair, ahhhhhh.” She cried as Tony plunged his cock into her. Mandy does like a hard fuck and Tony was excited from watching Stu and I. His hard strokes drove Mandy crazy. I could feel Stu start to harden so I rocked slowly back and forwards squeezing his cock with my pussy. Finally, I took him in my mouth and sucked him until he came; greedily swallowing his copious amounts of salty cum.

Mandy had two orgasms before Tony pulled out and he too shot his load into Mandy’s open mouth.

I have to say that night was very enjoyable. When we finally got our plane the next day, Mandy whispered in my ear “now I know why they call it a ‘layover.’”

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