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Having a career that moved my wife, Pam, and I around the US several times, we have friends around the US that we keep in touch with and occasionally visit. On one trip in particular, I stopped by some friends of ours in Phoenix to see them at the end of a 10 day trip that had me in Phoenix for the weekend.

As friends tend to do, they invited me to spend the nights at their home for the weekend as they had plenty of space with a full bed suite that included a full bathroom, TV, sitting area. It was actually better than some of the hotel rooms that I typically end up staying in. Given that my meeting wasn’t until Monday, Our friends, Kat and Sam, asked me to stay there Friday through Monday so we could catch up, have plenty to drink and generally have a good time. Since they were insistent that I stay, the sell did not need to be that hard for me to agree.

As with many homes in Phoenix, they had a nice swimming pool with an outdoor living area that included a bar, grill, large screen TV, and eating area. All the comforts to really have no need to go out for entertainment. So, we planned to stay around the entertainment area all weekend.

Although it had been a few years since we lived in the area as well as seen my friends, time had been kind to us all. As empty nesters, we all shifted our focus from kids to activities that helped keep our minds and bodies fit. Kat and Sam were as I remembered them the day we moved away, both the vision of beauty and health that I remembered. I like to think that I am in the same category, but always chasing that fitness dream. However, Kat is a particularly fit woman of decent proportions having stayed toned doing pilates and tennis. While Sam stayed fit running and playing many rounds of golf. Kat is 5’6″ with a streamlined athletic build while Sam has a 6’0″ frame that is defined by good muscle tone and limited fat. A bit of an envy for most guys.

Being a warm evening, we stayed outside for Friday evening, eating a great meal and enjoying cocktails by the pool. In casual, pool side garb, we consumed a lot of alcohol and conversations started to contain sexual undertones with jokes that referenced our younger, wilder years, favored sex positions, or kinks. Nothing too revealing, just joking and light conversations. All done in good fun and jest, but definitely having their effect on my horniness as I could feel my cock working its way up to full rigidity. I think it also had their effects on Sam and Kat as Sam had a bulge in his shorts while Kat’s nipples stood protruding off her still firm, grapefruit sized breasts. Kat also wore a tight set of shorts that showed off her shapely ass which swayed in front of me each time she got more to drink. This act made me even hornier, wishing I could release my pent-up sexual tensions by fucking my wife, Pam, tonight and ravishing her in unfettered lust. Letting primal emotions take charge in our inebriated state, we could have wild, uninhibited sex that pushed into mild kink, attaining sexual bliss higher.

Since I was here without Pam, we would not be doing that. So, I figured canlı bahis I might as well just drink away the night and have some fun. Knowing the door was already ajar on sexual references, I let the alcohol open it further since we were all feeling the effects. So, I threw out the topic of exploring favorite fantasies – in general of course. My hope was this would turn to sexual fantasies given our recent exchanges. It was a feigned innocuous plan; a little devious, and juvenile, but hey, we’re all adults. If they wanted to keep it clean, they would. I did not ask for sexual fantasies – just fantasies. Besides, we are all good friends so it would all stay here.

Kat immediately jumped in with her fantasy of going to the Caribbean to enjoy sun drenched, secluded beaches, with warm, soft waves lapping at her feet… and Sam at her side. Then she giggles and says that all this is in the nude to enjoy the warm, moist Caribbean breeze. Then Kat’s eyes turn all soft, puts on a sultry, seductive face as she sidles over to Sam and says, “then Sam and I start fucking out in the open for all to see – oh yeah – it’s secluded!! But I can pretend to have martymachlia – it’s my fantasy! And it’s not one of those gentle loving fucks, but a full out animal lust fuck with both of us shouting and moaning at the top of our lungs about how good it feels, never wanting the feelings to stop.”

At first, both Sam and I look at each other with disbelief from what just came out of her mouth, but we were also filled with incredible sexual excitement. Then we both burst out and say – “what the hell is martymachlia??? Sounds like one of your Psych terms.” Kat demurely tells us, “This is the fantasy of having sex in an open area where others can watch you. For me, it is just an open expression of your whole and true infatuation for each other in my opinion. It’s a fantasy that I have held for many years as my love for Sam grew as did my desire to fuck him as often as I could get him hard. As my love grew, I guess I just wanted to demonstrate to others just how much we love each other and how our love was unbridled in the fullest sense. I mean, people should see how well we make love. Sam’s cock is just gorgeous – or en-gorgeous. I want others to see how hard, how big and full his cock is as it slides into my waiting, sopping wet cunt. And then for everyone to hear how good it feels for both of us. But I also want them to see how Sam’s desire to please his woman goes on even after he cums. Striving to keep my orgasm and sexual pleasures going, Sam pulls out to eat my pussy as his cum seeps out, draining down my crack. You know how much I love that Sam. It just keeps me going – like one super long orgasm that I don’t want to stop.”

Sam just looks shocked and embarrassed, but I could tell he also struggled to hold back from taking his wife right then and there. It was clear his cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts, even trying to peek over the top. My cock was also straining against my shorts, throbbing to be set free of the built-up sexual tension brought on by the astonishingly open admission bahis siteleri of Kat’s fantasy and sexual desires. I think my cock was even leaking some pre-cum in the hopes of eventually fully erupting its stockpile of cum.

Kat then stood up to walk between Sam and me. She turned her back to me to focus on Sam. As she draped her left arm around his neck, she tilted down to whisper in his ear which thrust her ass dangerously close to my face. She was horny as well as I could smell the sweet, musty aroma of her sex juices emanating from her crotch. At the same time I could see her right hand disappear out of my line of sight, but I could only guess she was rubbing his cock through his shorts (or even beneath them?) given Sam’s reaction. Although she tried to whisper, her drunkenness affected the attenuation so that I could hear her. She cooed into Sam’s ear something about wanting to fuck him silly right now and that they should go to bed to satisfy his straining cock and her pulsating pussy. As she was telling him this, her right hand was moving a little faster – perhaps a little too fast as I heard Sam moan, then gasp, then release a sigh contentment. My guess is that Kat made him cum in his shorts – overestimating her position of power in making him cum so easily. Sam was now in a predicament and needed to hide his creamy mess – so Sam abruptly excused himself and Kat saying they needed to go to bed, now, and I could find my way to my bed. “See you in the morning” is about all I could mumble as I was in complete awe of what I imagined I was witness to. Two close friends having a teasing sexual moment and perhaps even a public jerk off in front of me – not 4 feet away.

With Kat and Sam off for an undoubted fuck-fest, I meandered numbly to my room in a zombie state. My head was spinning – not so much from the alcohol, but from the mesmerizing fantasy that Kat just told us and the sexual activity that I believed had just happened in front of me. I kept replaying these scenes in my head. The vision of Sam and Kat on the beach doing those acts that Kat so vividly detailed was just so erotic and mischievous. These beach scenes intertwined with the very real sexual act of Kat jerking off Sam within a few feet from me. As I finally made it to bed, I turned down the lights and laid down on the bed. My cock had been hard for so long that it was hurting. I knew I had to release the tensions that had built up in my crotch.

With the lights low and pillows propped, I remove all my clothing to feel the air on my skin and release the constraints on my cock. I lay down on top of the sheets with my back against the headboard and pillows. Finally feeling my cock in my hand, I noticed that I was right, the tip was oozing pre-cum with my shorts even being a little damp. Taking my slick tip, I caressed my cock with the juices of desire, feeling the silky smoothness teasing more pre-cum out as I slid down my shaft. Although I had an urgency to hurry up to a cum explosion, I wanted to lengthen the time I could feel my cock in my hand just a short time longer since it felt so good. My bahis şirketleri balls ached to relax by releasing the pent up cum, but the feeling of my sliding hand felt so good that I did not want to stop just yet …as I start to slide into an elevated state of sexual bliss, I heard a shuffle against the wall just outside my door.

Not wanting to break my trance, I opened my eyes just a bit to see. I was facing the large area mirror on the opposite side of the bed. This bounced off the glass reflections by the door to give me a sight that I thought I would never see, but given this night, it should not have surprised me…there was Kat massaging her tits through her sleeping attire with one hand and another hand rubbing herself under the bottoms. She was intently watching me; eyes fixated on each stroke of my cock; her breathing labored, balancing silence with the apparent urge to scream. Not wanting to stop the voyeuristic events I was observing as much as part of, I narrowed my eyes to thin slits that still allowed me to watch her but also show the satisfaction of jerking off that I felt.

With my hand slowly stroking my cock, I was now conflicted with watching Kat masturbate outside my room, recounting how she jerked off her husband next to me, or thinking about Kat’s fantasy fuck. Unable to decide, my mind involuntarily chose Kat masturbating AND imagining her jerking me off!! Pulling a bit more fervently on my shaft, I feel my balls start to roil over, pushing small driblets of cum to the surface. I lighten my touch and slow down the stroke to hold off to bring me to the edge of erupting. I let out audible moans of pleasure. Kat must have liked that as she fell hard against the wall to support herself in moments of pleasure. The noise was loud enough to hear through the house. Thinking she may stop from the surprising sound, Kat just keeps going, never stopping her rubbing. Wanting greater access to her pleasure zone, she pushed her bottoms down to her knees.

Meanwhile I am back from the edge, more ardently stroking my ever-pulsing cock. Drawing up the remaining driblets of cum onto my hand, I use this as additional lubrication to coerce the full load yet to be released. I continue jerking. Kat started to moan loud enough to hear her soft whimpers. This was too much; I stroke harder and faster. The thoughts of seeing her masturbating and imaging her hand jerking me off was accelerating my desire to cum. Kat is breathing heavy; I start moaning as well as the feeling of impending ecstasy washes over me. My cock then unleashes multiple spurts of cum onto my belly and hand in volumes that I have not seen in years. The discharge of which creates a feeling of delight, pleasure, and relief. Kat grunts, indicating that she has also cum in the darkened hallway.

Recalling the verbal picture Kat gave me of Sam eating her pussy, I lick some of my own cum off my hand. This is the first time I taste my own cum and am surprised by not only its taste, but how turned on I am. Kat must have liked it too as I hear her squeak out an “oohh!” in the hall. As I clean up the excess cum with the washcloth, I hear soft rustling in the hallway. As I look into the mirror, I see my voyeur scooting away into the darkness. My cock grows to a semi-hard state as I recollect what just transpired. A night never to forget


A/N: heyy guys! this is the first time i actually write, so bare with me if im not good. thanks for giving me a chance. i promise i'll improve. some things you should know about this story: it's not actually a story, more like one-shots of steamy stuff in different chapters. completely human, all the time. some ooc. i hope you guys like it!

WARNING: lemonyy goodness ;)

DISCLAIMER: twilight [sadly] isnt mine; it belongs to [the wonderful] stephenie meyer. i also dont own the [kinky] outfit bella uses.

I took one last look in the mirror and straightened my corset before taking in a deep breath. This was gonna go exactly the way the girls and I planned it. Right now Rose and Alice were probably looking in the mirror, too, about ready to get out of the bathroom and face their men.

"Bella," I heard Edward call from our bedroom. 2 years of marriage and things are still interesting; exactly the way they were when we first got together. I really hoped this worked and he liked it. I thought he would but in the back of my head, I always feel a little self-conscious. Specially with what i was wearing! It was a leather corset that clung close to my torso. It had a push up, so my breasts were nearly out from the top. Unlike most corsets, this one tied up in the front. It had a lace string, which went all the way to the bottom of it, that left my cleavage showing. My underwear matched the corset and showed half my butt in the back and right where my cunt was, it had a whole to grant easy access. My hair was pulled up into a bun, leaving a few stray curls loose and in my face. I was also wearing leather boots that stopped a little before my knees. They were heels, so i had to be careful to not trip with them as I tried to be sexy but I was so taking this chance. There was also a matching whip to go with the outfit, but i didn't buy it.

"Yes?" I asked Edward, in what I hoped to be a seductive voice. We had done everything, excepts costumes and these types of outfits. His jaw almost hit the floor, or the bed in his case, when he saw me. Before I had dressed up, he had agreed that he would play with me, so he let me tie him up by the hands and legs to our bed. I knew that right now, he was probably regretting that because of the fact that he couldn't touch. I walked over to the bed slowly, moving my hips more than I ever had but not enough to make me look like an idiot, either. I climbed the bed and sat next to him. I managed to keep my legs closed so he wouldn't see the little surprise for him. I left him wearing an old t-shirt and some cotton shorts so that I could rip them off of him. I stroked his chest with my hand and stopped right at the waistband of his pants. I teased him putting a finger underneath it but quickly took it out. He groaned and I raised my eyebrow at him. "Complaining, are we?" He shook his head quickly, well aware of the rules I had established with him. No touching, no speaking, no complaining. Only moaning, gasping, hissing, and sighing. Breathing of course. The only word accepted to escape his lips was my name. He could only talk when I would allow him to, or ask him a direct question in which he couldn't nod at me. He knew exactly how I would punish him if he didn't follow the rules. "That's what I thought, honey." I got up and straddled his lap, still not showing him what he would later love so much about these panties. I lowered my head to his but didn't kiss him. Instead I licked my lips before putting my index finger in my mouth, wetting it, and sticking it in between my breasts. I threw my head back a little and gasped. I swear I heard Edward's teeth clench together so I looked back at him. He was staring at my finger, which was still settled between the cleavage of my breasts. We were so close that I could feel his breath on my face. I took my finger out of my top and brought my hand up to my mouth. I saw him studying my every move. This time, instead of my index finger, I got my middle finger and brought it slowly into my mouth. I stopped about halfway and winked at him before pushing it all the way in my mouth. I pretended this was Edward's cock in my mouth, although it was nothing like it. I bobbed my head into my own finger and remembered the last time I did this to Edward, which was 3 days ago to be exact. Just thinking about that made my other hand twitch towards my lower lips but I refused to touch myself yet. Edward moaned, probably remembering the same thing I was and when I opened my eyes I saw he had them closed. "Open your eyes," I told him, finally getting the finger out of my mouth, and he did just that. "I'm gonna do something you'll enjoy very much."

Edward stopped breathing. He knew exactly what I was about to do. I got off of him, making sure my exposed cunt make contact with his exposed skin and stood up from the bed. I stood smack in the middle of his sight and licked my lips again. Then I caressed myself down my sides until I reached my underwear, which it was when I did the same thing back up. I stopped at the side of my breasts and moved my hands so they were in front of my breasts. I gave them a squeeze before bending my head down and licking my cleavage, which I could surprisingly reach with my tongue. Then I began undoing the laces on the corset, almost at a snail's pace. When I slid the final piece of string off the corset, it stayed sticking to me, like a second skin. This could work well. I grabbed both ends of ribbon and brought it between my legs. I made sure that the ribbon touched my cunt as I slid the piece forward and back, all the while with my legs closed. Edward moaned again. I stopped with that and threw the ribbon to the side. Then I grabbed my corset from the inside and disposed of it. Edward gasped at the sight of my breasts in the air. I looked down at them and bounced my chest up and down. I knew what that did to him. With my left hand, I began massaging my right breast and with my right hand my left. That way I made an X in front of me. I squeezed and pulled and pushed my nipples until they were red, then I took a shallow breath. I saw Edward do the same. It was needless to say that my core was flaming hot and wet.

"Fuck," Edward let out breathless. My head shot up.

"What's that, I hear?" I asked and Edward's breath hitched again. "Uh-uh. Now you're gonna get punished." I walked over to the bed again and kissed him hard, since I hadn't all night. I had only been pleasuring myself, which I was about to do some more. "Now you're gonna have to see what I do when you're home late from work," I whispered in his ear before licking it. My tongue was doing a lot of activities tonight. I managed to sit in between his legs, which were spread apart, and now that I looked I saw the bulge sticking up from his pants. My legs were still closed and before opening them I asked him, "Are you ready?" He shook his head and I smiled. "Perfect." I spread my legs out and put them over his own. As soon as he saw that my panties weren't really covering much he opened his mouth and he stayed staring at my cunt. I moved my hand down my stomach and over my leather panties. When they were right where I wanted them, Edward began panting. I smiled wider before I started rubbing myself with the palm of my hand. Even though this felt good, I wanted, no I needed more contact. So I inserting two fingers slowly into my hot cunt. I was right before; it was dripping. I pumped with those two fingers in and out of my body and rocked my hips right along with them. I was more than used to two fingers so it wasn't long before I inserted a third one. My head fell back and I arched my chest up. I was now laying down, with the bottom half of my body in the air since I was on my heels. "Edward," I moaned out his name as I slipped a fourth finger in me. How much I wanted his penis to be there instead but I wasn't even close to finishing this game. I pumped faster and harder and even though my fingers didn't reach very far in my, I could curl them up which was exactly what I did. I moaned Edward's name once more before stopping my pumping. I was about to cum. "Are you ready to watch me cum, baby?" I asked, not even waiting for a nod since my eyes were closed. I started pumping again with the same hand and began squeezing my clit with the other. It didn't take long after that, and as I came I screamed Edward's name. When I finished the little demonstration I was panting right along with Edward. I lifted my hand to my mouth and saw that Edward was following it with his gaze. I inserted all four fingers in my mouth and sucked on them, drinking my own juices.

I stood up when I had some how regained my energy and looked at Edward. His cock was making a tent with his shorts. I was standing on the bed and I walked over to him, wearing my underwear and boots. I was standing right above his head, which was between my legs, and he was looking up at me.

"Tongue fuck me, Edward," I told him. His eyes almost bulged out of his head. It wasn't that he'd never done that before, it was my use of words. "Tongue fuck me NOW!" He immediately got to work, without teasing since he wanted to at least pleasure me since he couldn't to himself. When his warm tongue slid into my hot insides I shivered from enjoyment. He did as I asked him, tongue fucking me until he got me to cum. Then he cleaned up with mess he made before I straddled his lap once more and kissed him nice and hard. I tasted my juices again in his mouth. I loved the way I tasted; which was why I was beginning to finger myself everyday, even if we had fucked. "Tell me what you want," I said after I pulled away. I was kissing down his chest and ripped his shirt off of him. "Tell me!"

"I wanna stick my hard cock in your wet and inviting pussy," he said and I began panting again, but he wasn't finished. "I wanna thrust into you so hard that when you scream my name as you cum, you'll make me bleed with your fingernails. You'll have me marked as yours and then I'll return the favor by doing the things you can't do to yourself. I'll lick and suck you nipples until they bleed. Then I'll lick and suck your clit until you cum in my mouth again. All the while I'll be massaging your bouncy boobs. I want you to stick my cock in your mouth and lick me and suck me just like I did to you. I want you to massage my balls and then I'll stick my cock in your pussy again. You'll writhe under me as I finger you ass while my cock fucks your cunt." I was still panting and I couldn't believe the words he was telling me. "But that'll just have to wait till tomorrow because I haven't gotten any release while you came twice and I need to stick my cock in you already." I didn't have to be told twice. I quickly lowered his shorts to find his huge, hard dick waiting. "Ride me, Bella," he growled. "Ride me, NOW."

That was something else I didn't need to be told twice. I slammed myself into his dick and began riding him. I was thankful for the hole in my underwear because neither of us really wanted for me to take them off. I jumped up and down while his cock was inside of me and he thrust into me as hard as he could being under. I had complete control since I was on top and he was tied.

"Harder, Bella," he said. "I need more of you over me." So I did just that. I bounced up and down, harder and faster. My walls started tightening around Edward's dick and I knew I was coming.

"Edward..." I warmed, but he already knew and he was coming too. It only took three more thrusts for both of us to cum but we kept thrusting and jumping, and me squeezing his legs with my own.

We came three more times, with the same routine before I collapsed on top of him but let him stay inside of me. After a few more minutes, I spoke.

"God, I need a dildo."

"You need to untie me," Edward said and I giggled. I had forgotten about that. I slid out of him and untied his arms, his legs after. I also finished undressing myself and took my boots off. I snuggled next to Edward when I was done. "What was that about a dildo?"

"I need one for when you're not here."

"Hmm," he mumbled as he kissed my neck. "Maybe we could do a home movie sometime."

"You mean 'maybe I could do a movie for you' sometime?" I asked and we both laughed.

"That's exactly what I meant."

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tagInterracial LoveA Black Safari for Sophie

A Black Safari for Sophiespiked with 151 proof rum, a very potent drink at that. As they drove off, both were beginning to feel a bit tipsy.

At first confused, Janet was now enjoying the high as it slowly crept into her. The tall black African sitting next to her began to fondle her. Janet, although alarmed, could not imagine why his black hands made her excited. She had never been close to a black man. His hand began rubbing near her breast and she could feel his warm breath on her neck. He then held her close and placed his lips on her neck.

"Please no, my daughter will see this....it's not right. Don't go any further. I'm not into being fondled by a black man. I'm married," she whimpered.

"No offense, miss Janet. It is a cultural thing that whites do not understand. We African men touch out of respect. We speak with our hands," Arisa explained.

"Well, you may speak with your hands but not inappropriately. Especially trying to kiss me. Yuck. I do not care for black lips on my neck," Janet shot back.

Adisa, although somewhat embarrassed and set back, knew that he must be patient and wait for the right time. The alcohol in the punch needed more time to have the right effect to the ridge overlooking the elephant herd. Sophie was somewhat wobbly from the two punch drinks?

Morgan nudged over and placed his lips on her mouth as his hand squeezed between her legs. The other African followed suit and began rubbing near her breast under her shirt. Sophie became alarmed and began squirming but was held in place. The taller African tightly held her left wrist while Morgan held her other wrist. All the time....softly beginning to touch her private parts.

Sophie's head was spinning from the punch. She tried to sit up but fell back down on the blanket. Both Africans were like lions in for the kill. They knew the opportunity was at hand to take this young white girl.

Sophie knew that she was in a precarious situation. She was high on something but knew that this was no longer a normal travel trip. Being next to two big black men was scary yet titillating also. Damn, girl, what am I thinking? These men want to rut with me....I'm not equipped to handle this. I've had very little sex in my life and now I'm next to two black stallions. Lord, help me.

Morgan continued to massage her legs and his hand crept up until it reached under her panties. Sophie lay there wondering just what was going to happen.

His finger soon edged it's way into her vagina. Sophie protested but backed off from fear and a strange excitement inside her. She knew that she was being violated yet the excitement was overwhelming.

Black hands on her body. Alone with two very black Africans on a blanket. Her attention to the elephant herd below became subdued as her body tingled from the invasive yet soft sexual touches of masculinity.

Sophie resigned herself to being captive. She now knew there was nothing she could do to change the inevitable. She had been segregated from blacks while in South Africa and never in her wildest dreams thought she would be exposed to or God forbid....absorbed in black flesh.

This would now change. She not only felt excitement but in a eerie sense was anticipating the black lust awaiting to prey on her body. Sexually, she was helpless.

The two black Africans gently began removing her pants and shirt from her small white body. Her eyes danced around watching these two black men as they unbuttoned her pants and shirt. Her body, laying flat on the blanket, made no attempt to disrupt her being undressed.

As they undressed Sophie, they were removing their clothes also. She felt her pants slide from her ankles. She watched as black hands removed her shirt and slid it over her head.

She could feel the warm breath from their nostrils flow around her bare breasts. The dark eyes of captors undressing her even more as they gazed upon her pale white body.

Her body quivered as as Morgan leaned over and placed his large black lips on her mouth.

"I cannot believe this. I'm being kissed by a black African and enjoying it," Sophie sheepishly thought as she stared into his dark gleaming eyes.

As Morgan held her head and kissed her, his tall black friend began removing her panties. Sophie's loins were becoming sweaty from the heat burning inside of her. She felt the nails of his fingers rake slowly down her legs. Then finally the panties brushed against her feet.

Her legs slightly parted as the tall African threw her panties to the side and then kissed her breasts.

Now there were two very black naked African male bodies caressing a small white girl body. The contrast was overwhelming. Muscular black skin pressing against young white female skin. Her almost innocent body held tightly between two black men as their long hard black cocks rubbed against her loins.

The tall black African lowered his head between her legs and began licking her loins. His tongue found her opening and plunged it into her.

Sophie jerked with surprise...she had never had a man do that to her, let alone a black African stud. His hands were griping her bottom as his tongue penetrated deep.

Morgan was holding her wrists over her head as he was kissing her and exploring her mouth with his tongue. She felt captured. Never in her life had she felt an excitement such as this. Her initial fright was subdued and she felt an orgasm erupt in her body.

The sky and clouds were now a blur. She was in orgasmic joy with two big black men having their way with her.

Morgan then motioned to his friend that he wanted her first. He rolled Sophie over on her back and mounted her. She looked up at this charcoal black body mounting her and knew that she was now their slave.

Pulling her legs apart, he guided his black manhood to her vagina and pressed the head so slightly in.

Sophie regained her senses and yelped.

"Please don't, please! You have no protection on.....I'm only eighteen and do not want to be bred by a black man. Please put on a rubber, please."

"I do not have a rubber with me, miss Sophie. Besides, you will enjoy the bare black meat inside of you even more." Morgan replied.

"Then stop, don't push that unprotected black dick into me. "Oh, my gosh,it hurts....you are too big. Please don't do this. Oh no, I can't believe that I'm allowing myself to be violated by a black African. Oh God nooooooo."

Sophie, although protesting, was overwhelmed with the utmost feeling of his black cock entering her. Her fears of being bred begin to lapse as her loins were on fire from being blacked.

Morgan pushed another couple of inches into her as she squirmed on the blanket. Sophie's eyes were wide open as she starred at the sky. The African's bare chest was pressing her down as her small head peaked over his large shoulders.

Her bodily fluids began lubricating his manhood and more of his large black cock pressed into her. Her head was bobbling up and down as he thrust more black meat into her.

Anotherlaced her legs around his thighs while he was standing.

Holding her back with one arm, he guided his black cock head into her vagina.

Again, Sophie yelped. She looked up at him as he slightly released her and she began to be impaled on his throbbing black cock. Her legs had lost their grip on his thigh and began to dangle in the air. She felt the shaft of his cock oozing into her and penetrating so deeply. She could only ponder just how hard this black African would fuck her.

A sudden burst of an elephant howl below.

Perhaps even the elephant was shocked at the sight of this 6'8" black man impaling a small white flower with her legs dangling in the air. Her frail arms dangling at her sides while the black warrior gripped her back. Savagely shaking her pale white body while thrusting his charcoal black manhood deep into her loins.

Meanwhile, her mother was standing near the falls waiting for Sophie and the other two Africans to join them. It would not be soon. Sophie would be occupied for awhile with two large black cocks ravaging her.

Her mother,Janet, also had a surprise awaiting her. Little did she know that the two black Africans that escorted her to the falls would soon be taking her clothes off and exposing her to black lust.

It was a two day, one night safari. Mother and daughter would spend the night not only gazing at the stars of the African sky but also at the thrusting black bodies on top of them. Both of their bellies would be filled with African spunk.

Before the trip ended, it would certainly become a family affair. Sophie and her mother, Janet, would experience things beyond their wildest dreams. As a result, their lives would change dramatically.

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Good story

This is a good story. I liked the way you developed the plot and the characters plus keeping the sex scenes short and sweet. These two white women are most certainly getting black bred as all white women/girlsmore..


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This is the story of my first time with another man. It was the summer after the end of our last exams at school, before we set off for university. We had nearly three months off altogether and I and two of my friends, Justin and Ben, decided to go backpacking round south east asia – Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia and Thailand.

I guess it was a fairly standard trip of that kind – lots of drinking, little bit of drug taking, lots of crappy guesthouses, some loafing around on beaches, lots of hanging around waiting for buses, trains and planes, and lots of failing to pick up girls. Ben was the most successful, as always, getting laid with an american girl he met in Vietnam. He wasn’t classically good looking, a bit lanky if anything, but he had charisma: he had been the first of my friends to loose his virginity (a full three years ahead of me), and always the most successful with girls. Back then, he was the only guy I knew who’d had one night stands – the rest of struggled to convince girls to sleep with us after dating for months on end. There was just something about him that made him attractive to the opposite sex. And, well, some of his own sex too.

I had been a bit of late bloomer, had a couple of girlfriends and only finally lost my virginity with one of them at 17. I suppose my heart wasn’t really in it as I knew all along that I’d rather be sleeping with another guy, but, the opportunity had just never come along. It would not have been easy to be open about it at school, though I guess some of my friends, including Justin and Ben, probably guessed, but never said anything or acted weird about it at all.

Anyway, it was towards the end of our trip. After nearly two long months together we were all a bit fed up each other’s company and getting a bit tetchy. Thailand was our last destination, and tired of traveling, we decided just to head down to one of the Kohs and hang out on the beach for the last couple of weeks, waiting for our flight home. Justin’s flight was a few days earlier than mine and Ben’s as he had to get back for some family do. Ben was going on to Hong Kong, where he was staying with some cousins who lived over there. He wouldn’t get back home until just before term started, and as he was going to university on the other side of the country from me, I wouldn’t be seeing him again for months. This left a little pang in my heart, though obviously I couldn’t tell him that. I’d always been attracted to him, but dismissed it as he was just about the most heterosexual guy I knew, so there seemed little point even fantasizing. But now, at the end of our trip, I faced three days alone with him, sharing a small, sweaty, hut by the beach (air conditioning was extra, and by now we’d spent most of our money), too tired and broke to do much, just hanging around bored. Ben took to just laying around in his baggy linen shorts and an old straw hat, reading his book. I took to pretending to read while just kind of watching him – his tanned, sandy torso, the wisps of hair on his chest now gently sun bleached, the nicely defined abs leading down to … ahem, yes as I was saying, no point even fantasizing.

The last night before we were to leave we had a good meal and a few beers with the last of our Baht, and took a few more beers back to the hut with us to drink as we lay on our beds waiting to fall asleep. casino oyna There was a funny atmosphere – we were both kind of elated, relieved I think to be leaving the next day, all the tetchiness of the last couple of weeks vanished as we lay on our beds in our boxer shorts, staring up at the ceiling fan failing to relieve the heat, chatting and laughing about all sorts of things in a way we hadn’t done for ages. The discussion turned to sex, as it often did, as Ben liked to boast a bit about his conquests, often going into some detail. He was telling me now about what he’d got up to with the American girl back in Vietnam (pretty vanilla stuff), and then we started to discuss what we liked and didn’t like doing in bed. Naturally he was far more experienced than me, and he knew it, and as he described to me what he liked girls doing to him it was as if he was deliberately teasing me, deliberately trying to turn me on – maybe he knew I fancied the pants of him and was playing some cruel game. Whatever, it was working, and as Ben was describing to me how it felt to have your toes sucked (call me naive, but I’d never done this, or even thought of doing it) – I felt the familiar rush of blood to my dick.

Suddenly I became very much aware of his presence, his all but naked body, close to me – the twin beds were crammed into the small room, less than a foot apart – if I wanted to I could reach out and touch him. This thought didn’t help the situation and I couldn’t stop the rapidly growing bulge in my boxers.

I glanced over to see if Ben had noticed. He was staring right at me – right at it – and grinning. I flushed with embarrassment and sat up hurriedly to hide my now rapidly disappearing boner from Ben’s view.

“Err shit man, I haven’t got laid in months” I stammered out, by way of explanation, “Anyway I gotta go for a pee” I said as I stood up, just wanting to get out the room and away from my embarrassment.

Ben stood up too, and stood right in front of me, blocking my path.

“Let’s do it.” He said

“Why don’t you suck my toes, and I’ll suck yours, then you’ll know what it feels like. I mean it doesn’t make us gay or anything.”

Well that was an unexpected turn of events. He seemed serious, but could he really be? What did he think would happen if we did…

I just looked at him. He took a little step closer to me, standing now right in front of me, almost touching. I felt an urge just to plant my lips on his, but that was too much, certain to freak him out. Like a rabbit in the headlights I froze stiff for a second, not knowing what to do.

“Err, ok. Sure.” I said eventually.

He grinned again and sprang back onto his bed, lay down and proffered his foot towards me.

“Go on then.”

My heart was thumping, I gingerly knelt by the end of his bed, his foot in front of my face. This was it, time to call his bluff. I inched my face forward, opened my mouth and gently lapped my tongue around his first two toes. He didn’t pull away, or laugh, or call me gay: he let out a long groan, and dropped his head back. Christ, it must be good, I thought. I took his whole big toe into my mouth and sucked gently, whirling my tongue around it. More groans from above. I moved along his toes in succession, taking them in, sucking, nibbling and licking.

After canlı casino a couple of minutes of this he said “Ah man that’s good” and I glanced up to see his cock straining at his boxers. Mine was too, of course, but he couldn’t see that from his position.

We made eye contact, his barely hidden bulging dick between us. I had no idea what was going to happen next.

“Tell you what else is good,” he said, this time looking a bit terrified himself, “having your balls sucked.”

Now I’d had girls give me blowjobs a few times, but just like the toe thing, it had never really occurred to me to get them to do that.

I feigned disinterest for a second or two before saying “Go on then”, and nodded towards his boxers. He smiled nervously, hesitated briefly, then, raising his bum off the bed, pushed his boxers down, and kicked them off. As he lay back down, I saw his cock for the first time, rock hard, straining now against its own skin. It was maybe seven inches long (bigger than mine), with a big purple head, a gentle backward lean, and to me at that moment, the most enticing thing I’d ever seen. But of course, despite the reality of what was going on, I didn’t want to let that on to him. There seemed to be some bizarre charade that what we were up to wasn’t gay, and I didn’t want to be the one to break the spell.

He sat up and moved forward towards me, presenting his crotch to my face at the edge of the bed. The smell was intoxicating. I didn’t hesitate this time, immediately leaning forward and working my tongue up the crevice between his scrotum and thigh and then up and around his left ball.

He moaned like an animal, arching back. “Shit man… urghrrrr…”

I slowly lapped my tongue over his balls, then took one of them in my mouth and sucked. As I did his body shivered, and his big beautiful cock throbbed, bouncing up and down and gently slapping my face. I licked around the edge of his ballsack, going down to his perineum, he groaning all the while. As I reached the perineum, he thrusted himself forward and began rocking himself up and down on my tongue. He grabbed his dick and began pumping it urgently, his fist brushing past my face as I worked the sensitive skin with my mouth and tongue.

He seemed to come to his senses, pausing- “er, man, do you mind if I jerk off while you do that?” he asked, awkwardly. This was clearly something he enjoyed a lot.

I stopped what I was doing briefly to say “Sure. Let me know when your’e gonna cum.” I had plans for that moment.

As I took both his balls in my mouth and sucked, he said “man it’s not gonna take me long, I haven’t had a wank in weeks.”

I picked up the pace with my lapping and sucking, and began to nibble and bite the loose skin, stretching it out. All the while he was moaning and pumping away at his dick. I worked back down to his perineum, and again he started thrusting himself into my face, rubbing himself against my mouth and tongue. His thrusting became more urgent, and the strokes longer, and I lapped my tongue along the whole seam of his skin almost from his asshole up to the base of his shaft, allowing my tongue just to wrap around the bottom of his dick a little, and back again. As he let out another gutteral moan I know he was close.

“Urghhh man I ‘m gonna cum.”

I moved my head up and took kaçak casino his big purple head in my mouth. It was dripping and foamy with precum. The taste, the softness, the firmness of it, the whole thing was better than I’d ever imagined. My own dick was rock hard and dripping precum too. I glanced up at Ben – he looked shocked to see me with his bell end in my mouth, but he was already over the edge. He kept pumping his dick and I felt him cum powerfully in my mouth. I swallowed and sucked as he kept on cumming, until it began drooling out of my mouth. Finally finished, he collapsed back and I swallowed what I could and let the rest drip back down onto his dick.

He looked at me. “Man…” was all he could say and lay his head back down.

“I just figured that was just the neatest thing to do. Didn’t want you spunking all over my hair.” I said.

“Hey yeah, good idea.” He smiled in agreement. Clearly it would have been a bit too gay to cum in his friends mouth without a practical reason.

I sat there for a minute or two, as we both caught our breath. Then I stood up, freeing my own raging boner from my boxers as I did so. Standing before him, rock hard dick bobbing before me, I said “so, do you wanna…?”

He said nothing, staring at my dick, and lay there without moving.

“I mean,” I said, “we kind of agreed.” It was Ben who now looked like the rabbit the headlights.

After a moment he said “Um, yeah sure, of course.” But he still didn’t move a muscle.

“Hey I know what,” I said, and clambered onto his bed, straddling him beneath me. His flesh felt red hot where it touched the inside of my legs. He lay there still, not saying anything or moving, but glanced up at me, now with a small smile on his face. I shuffled up until I was over his face, my dick bouncing over his nose and forehead, my balls over his mouth. I felt his lips against them, followed by a tentative tongue. It was an amazing sensation – I could see why he liked it so much. I began slowly jerking myself off as he continued to explore my balls with his tongue. It wasn’t going to take me long to come either. He was pretty much immobile beneath me and I found I could direct his licking and sucking as I moved my body around over his face. I began rocking back and forth on his face, his firm tongue licking me all the while. As I arched my hips forward such that he was now eagerly lapping at my perineum a thought occurred to me – there was one thing I did know about, that I’d never asked a girl to do, and doubted Ben had either. I continued inched myself forward until Ben’s tongue was at my asshole. He didn’t stop but changed his motion from lapping to probing, and I could feel his firm tongue work its way into me, exploring my hole. Jesus the feeling was intense. I felt my orgasm coming almost instantly.

“Ah, shit, man” i said as the first thick rope of come looped out of my dick, hitting the wall behind Ben’s head and landing across his pillow, his hair and forehead. Great though his tongue felt in my ass, I quickly pulled away, sending my second spurt over Ben’s face and kind of up his nose until I managed to shove the tip of my dick between his open, eager lips and to shoot the last couple of jets into his mouth.

Exhausted, I got off Ben’s face, staggered back and fell down onto my own bed. We lay there in silence again for a little while. I could here Ben gulping down my spunk and breathing heavily.

“Well ok, that was a bit gay” he said after a minute or two.

“Yeah” I said, laughing, “maybe just a bit.”

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I couldn't pass this one up. A point made in the article on prostitution in Fort Lauderdale ("Importing Miami's Vice," Dan Lovely, June 25) is a joke. To wish one's problem on someone else is not community activism, it's called not-in-my-back-yardism. Pushing the problem somewhere else solves nothing.

My wife and I have lived in downtown Hollywood for almost ten years, near U.S. Highway 1, in an area where prostitution is rampant. Prostitution has been going on since the invention of the dick. Whenever I walk down the street, I always notice men trolling for sex. They are as much a part of this problem as the working women are. We should take some hints from Holland or Germany in dealing with this. Prostitution is a social issue and a health issue, but it is not a criminal issue. Wishing it away is not a solution. All that does is pass it on to someone else, and that's not nice.

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This new TV concept is sophomoric, silly, and beneath professional standards ("Birth of a Station," Robert Andrew Powell, June 25). To be different doesn't mean to be awful. There's a reason other stations program professional performers. Professionals with experience can handle the pauses and the bad stories and turn them into something different. The amateurish juveniles posing as talk-show hosts are so blinded by vanity they think their lame on-air antics (talking on top of each other, nervous pacing, dumb comments, slang, gang signs) are entertaining.

WAMI (Channel 69) lacks style and excitement. The stationary cameras around the city make me feel as if I'm watching a boring surveillance tape. The sets, when there are any, are bland and forgettable.

WAMI must undergo a complete turnover to recapture my attention. If Barry Diller is worth so much money, why can't he do better than boorish local programming and reruns?

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Your Story Was So Disgusting That I Read Every Bit of It
After reading Sean Rowe's June 11 article, "Swingers Redux," I was thoroughly disgusted. Why is it necessary to write such a big article about people who are depraved and have to indulge in obscene sex? Something is wrong with their lives if they find it necessary to indulge in such sex. If the sex life these men have with their wives isn't sufficient for them, let them go to a doctor for advice on how to improve it. Or go to a prostitute occasionally for some extra excitement. Prostitutes are usually very clean about themselves. (I am not and have never been one of them in my 90 years of living.)

Couples who swing with other couples have no respect for each other. How could they look at each other after the act is done? They are really morons if they have nothing better to think about. I might add that I am not a prude, as I indulged in sex once or twice when I was single. My married sex life was not too great, but since my husband was great at everything else, I decided to contain my feelings and enjoy other pleasures.

During my widowhood I met a man (now a widower) who told me that although he loved his wife very much, he went to a prostitute once in a while to keep his marriage intact, and they were very happy. This practice of swinging is insane and certainly should not be written about in such detail. It was quite disgusting and I don't feel like reading your paper any more, but I did read it again the following week, to see if any of your readers had complaints. I did find a few letters that expressed support and disgust, and one even went as far as to call those people "one step above a sex offender." That's what they are.

If you knew of such people, you should have kept it in your closet and not have given them kudos for such practices. The world is bad enough without giving people (young people especially) new ideas about depraved sex.

Betty Elkin

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And I realized something else. Maybe I didn't really understand what was happening, or the reasons for it, but I did know one thing - it was tremendously arousing. My cock was rock hard, throbbing in my pants. Meanwhile, I watched in amazement.

"Now use your other hand, too," Lisa said.

Mom complied.

"Sally, look at the guys. What do you suppose they're thinking now as they watch you play with my breasts? Are they thinking about what a slut you are?"

Mom didn't answer. She glanced toward us, then back toward Lisa. Her face was still flushed as she continued to massage Lisa's breasts.

"You like it, don't you, slut?" Lisa said, a little edge in her voice, "You like being told what to do, don't you, slut?"

There was no answer.

"Don't you?" Lisa asked, louder this time.

I watched as mom slowly raised her head. She looked into Lisa's eyes and after a moment's pause, nodded her head.

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Again, mom nodded her head slowly.

"And you like to show off your body, don't you? You like to show off your body and think about how men are getting a hard-on looking at you. Isn't that right too, Sally?"

Mom turned her head away from Lisa. For a moment, I thought she was going to burst into tears. Then she turned her head back, and again, nodded slowly.

I noticed that Lisa had glanced at me as she'd asked the last couple of questions. Perhaps she was trying to gauge my reaction, to judge how far she could go before I'd object. I tried not to give her any facial clues. From now on, I'd decided, it was up to mom to choose when to put a stop to it all.

I glanced again at Roy. His mouth was open, as if he, too, couldn't believe what was going on in front of us.

"Sally," Lisa continued, "undo the button on my shorts."

Mom's hands reached down and undid it.

"Now, slut, take off my pants."

Mom didn't move.

"I said, take off my pants!" Lisa yelled.

Mom reached out and slowly pulled the shorts over hips and down her legs. Lisa wasn't wearing panties and she faced us, her plump ass and bald pussy fully exposed.

"Sally, put your hand on my pussy," Lisa commanded.

A small moan came out of mom's mouth. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached her hand out and cupped it over Lisa's cunt.

"Now, slut, I want you to make me wet. Play with my pussy."

We watched as mom's fingers played with Lisa, spreading her pussy lips, stroking her fingers up and down her slit.

"That feels so good, slut," Lisa said, "now put two fingers in my pussy. Push them in deep."

Mom did as she was told.

"Take your fingers out now, slut, and put them in your mouth. Let the boys see you suck my pussy juices off your fingers."

Mom's face turned even redder. She glanced momentarily at Roy and I sitting just five or six feet away, then slowly brought her hand up and put the two fingers in her mouth, her cheeks puffing in and out in a sucking motion.

Lisa stepped behind mom. She reached her arms around and put her hands on mom's breasts.

"Should we let the boys see your breasts now, Sally?"

There was a look of anguish on mom's face.

"Should we show them your breasts now?" she repeated, "Answer me!"

"Yes," mom whispered.

Lisa yanked the tank top up and off, allowing mom's full, round breasts to swing free. I could hear Roy moan softly. Lisa cupped her hands over mom's bare breasts, then began tugging and pulling at her nipples.

"You like that, don't you?" Lisa asked, "You like to have your nipples played with."

Lisa took mom's nipples between her fingers, and slowly pulled upward, higher and higher, until, distended and stretched out of shape, mom's breasts pointed toward the ceiling. Suddenly, Lisa released her hold, and mom's breasts flew down causing her to gasp loudly.

Again standing behind her, Lisa reached under mom's short skirt and slid her panties down her hips and off her legs. Mom stood there in her high heels, wearing only the skirt and thigh-high stockings. Lisa put her hands on mom's shoulders and turned her around until her back was to Roy and I.

"Bend over," Lisa told her, "give the boys a little show."

Mom hesitated, then slowly leaned forward. As she did, her short skirt rode up her legs, exposing the smooth white skin of her thighs above her stockings.

"Stay like that," Lisa told her.

Roy and I watched as Lisa slowly lifted the back of mom's skirt, exposing her ass, smooth and round and full and inviting. At the juncture of her thighs, the mounds of her pussy swelled out. Again, Roy let out a moan.

Lisa began caressing mom's ass, then with one hand on either side, she spread mom's asscheeks apart until her little asshole, brownish-pink and puckered, was visible.

"Now," Lisa said, "I think they want to see your cunny."

Lisa lowered the back of mom's skirt and turned her to face us.

"Roy," Lisa said, looking at her husband, "do you think Sally would like the little toys we bought on the way down here?"

Roy was still staring at mom, his mouth open. He looked momentarily confused by the question, then nodded.

Lisa knelt down at her cosmetology kit, her heavy ass pointed in our direction. She dug through the kit. I saw her opening a small jar, then more digging. After a moment, she stood up. I could see something in her hand. At first, it looked like a baby's pacifier, then I realized what it was.

When my wife and I were still together, we'd played with them once or twice. It was some kind of butt plug. I hadn't seen one in years. Lisa stood behind mom.

"Stand still," Lisa said, "Don't move."

I couldn't see exactly what was happening, but Lisa put her hand under the back of mom's skirt. Suddenly mom's body jolted forward.

"Oh, my God!" she screamed, "Oh, my God!"

Her face and chest turned bright red. Her entire body seemed to quiver slightly, causing her breasts to jiggle up and down. Mom stood there for a moment, then, seemingly unable to stand up any longer, pulled a chair from underneath the table and quickly sat down.

"Oh, my God!" she repeated. She covered her face with her hands. "Oh, my God!"

"How does it feel, Sally?" Lisa asked.

Mom looked up at her.

"I... I don't know. I've never..." a shiver interrupted her words, "I've never...had anything there... like this."

"You'll get used to it, honey," Lisa said, "and besides, I've already used it a couple of times, so the battery must be getting low."

And then I understood the cause of mom's violent reaction. It wasn't simply a butt plug, it was also a vibrator. I would have bet money that mom had never experienced a vibrator in her ass before, and the shock alone would have been enough to cause her reaction.

"Stand up," Lisa said.

Mom slowly stood.

"Show them your cunny,"

Mom didn't move.

"I said, show them your cunny. They want to see your pussy now. Raise your skirt and show it to them."

Mom looked at Lisa, a begging, anguished look on her face. Then mom stared down at the floor, avoiding our eyes. She reached down and slowly raised the front of her skirt until it reached her waist. Her legs were slightly spread, and I could see her light blonde hair, and the lips of her pussy and the valley in between.

Whether from the excitement of showing off her pussy, or from the effects of the vibrator deep in her ass, a deep shiver again went through mom's body as she faced us.

"I think Roy is getting excited watching you, Sally. I think we need to see just how excited he is."

"Tom," Lisa said, looking at me, "help us check out how excited he is. Undo Roy's belt for us."

I stared back at her like she was crazy.

"Just undo his goddamn belt!" Lisa shouted, loud enough to startle me.

My first thought was to tell her to go to hell, I had no interest whatsoever in opening another man's belt, but I didn't say anything. Maybe Lisa had some sort of spell on me too, I thought. Or maybe, as with mom, she'd tapped into some inner part of me I wasn't aware of. I could see the huge bulge in the front of Roy's pants. I remembered how mom had gasped the night before when she'd seen his huge cock. For an instant, I had a vivid image of Roy and my mother together, him between her legs, his huge cock pounding into her.

I felt like it was someone else, not me, who knelt in front of Roy, like I was watching a stranger in some sort of movie or a dream. The bulge in his pants clearly outlined his erection and extended the entire way up to his belt, as if his cock was trying to push its way out the top of his pants. I pulled the leather strap out of the clasp, then, with a tug, undid his belt completely.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Lisa and mom take a step closer.

Suddenly, I felt Lisa behind me. Kneeling down, she wrapped her arms around my waist and quickly undid my belt, then thrust her hands down my front, wrapping them tight around my cock. She put her mouth against my ear, so close I could feel her breath.

"You're just like your wife, aren't you?" she whispered, so softly that I could barely hear her, "You're just like Sally. You'll do anything I say, won't you?"

I angrily jerked my head away from hers, and simultaneously cried out in pain as I felt Lisa's sharp fingernails bite into the head of my cock.

I knew I was stronger than her. I knew I could throw my arms back and in one motion fling her away from me. But I didn't.

"You'll do whatever I say, won't you?" she whispered again.

Her fingers began to gently massage the head of my cock.

I looked up at mom, staring down at me. I felt Lisa's hands slowly gliding up and down the length of my erect cock. A small, uncontrollable whimper came out of my mouth. A second passed, then two seconds, then I felt my head giving a little, slow nod up and down.

"Yes," I whispered, "Yes."

"Good," Lisa said softly, "now his zipper."

I reached up and undid the little metal clasp at the top of his pants, then began pulling his zipper slowly down. As I did, the front of his pants spread open, and there, poking out from the top of his briefs, was at least three inches of his hard cock, its huge bulbous head pressed against his belly.

"Pull off his pants," Lisa whispered.

I hooked my fingers inside the top of his pants and briefs and slid them down. Roy raised himself off the couch, allowing me to slide them over his hips to his thighs. He kicked his pants off his legs. His cock, suddenly released from its bondage, sprung off his stomach and pointed toward the ceiling. It was at least eight or nine inches long, I thought, and must be two inches in diameter. Thick blue veins bulged out of its surface.

"Good," Lisa whispered, her hand still massaging my cock, "You want to touch it, don't you? You want to feel in your hand how heavy and big it is, don't you?"

Her hands continued to rub up and down against my cock.

I shook my head no, then felt her fingernails again biting deep into the head of my cock. I slowly reached up and put my thumb and forefinger on either side of Roy's massive member, barely touching it. A little shiver went through my body. Here I am, I thought to myself, twenty-seven years old, and this is the first time I'd ever touched another man.

I moved my thumb and finger over different parts of his cock, feeling the ridges and contours made by its thick veins. Then I took it in my fist. It felt hot against my hand, and so thick my fingers couldn't make it the entire way around. My fist moved slowly up the length of his cock, until it reached the head, which felt soft and smooth under my fingers.

I began to slowly move my fist up and down, in the natural motion that every man knows, but this time, I realized, for the first time in my life it wasn't my own cock I was jerking. Roy's legs were spread apart and his balls swayed with each stroke. I reached out and took his hairy sack in my other hand, massaging it, squeezing it softly to gauge the size and shape of his testicles.

I felt Lisa's hand leave my cock, and she moved until she was kneeling beside me. As I continued to stroke Roy, Lisa put her hand around his cock below mine. At the same time, I felt her other hand at the back of my head. She was pushing me forward, pushing my head closer and closer to Roy. Then in one motion, she tugged Roy's cock down until it was pointing directly at me, and simultaneously pushed my head forward until my mouth made contact with the fat head of Roy's cock.

Surprised by the sudden action, my head automatically tried to jolt back, but Lisa held it firmly in place with her hand. My mouth was closed, my teeth clenched tight together. She pushed the head of his cock tight against me, then began rubbing it roughly back and forth against my closed lips.

By simply turning my head, I thought to myself, I could escape her grasp. But I hadn't done that, and for an instant, I was confused, unsure of what was happening. Lisa continued to push my head forward. As she pushed his cock back and forth against my mouth, I gradually felt my teeth begin to unclench. My mouth opened slightly and Lisa guided the massive object between my lips, forcing my jaws to open wide. And then the huge head of his cock was fully in my mouth.

I ran my tongue over its surface, feeling its smooth, rubbery texture. Lisa had her hand on the top of my head now and began to gently push me back and forth with small little strokes, each stroke causing Roy's hard cock to slide back and forth in my wet mouth. With each forward stroke, I could feel the head of his cock making contact with the very back of my mouth, and I knew even then, only a small part of his huge cock was in my mouth.

As Lisa continued to guide my head back and forth, the saliva built up in my mouth until I felt it dribble out of the tight space between my lips and Roy's cock, making each stroke create a loud, wet slurping sound.

"Sally, come closer," Lisa said.

Mom knelt down beside Lisa.

"Put your hand around Roy's cock," Lisa said.

I could see mom's hand, only inches from my face, slowly grasp his cock, her fingers barely making it half way around its circumference.

"So what do you think, Sally," Lisa asked, "seeing your husband suck off my husband? Seeing your husband's mouth filled with Roy's fat prick. How does that make you feel?"

Mom's only answer was a small whimper. I could see her hand, lubricated with my saliva, slowly begin to stroke up and down. Roy let out a moan.

"Tell me, Sally," Lisa continued, "should I stop them now, or do you want to see Roy cum in your husband's mouth? Do you want to see his thick white cum spurting out of his cock into your husband's mouth? Or would you rather save his cum for yourself? I'm giving him to you tonight, Sally. I'm giving Roy to you. Should I let him continue fucking your husband's mouth, or do you want Roy's balls full and ready to burst with cum when he fucks you?"

I could hear mom's breathing coming a little faster. Again, a small whimper came out of her mouth.

"Tell me!" Lisa commanded.

In the tiniest of whispers, mom said, "Stop them."

"Why?" Lisa asked, "Why should I stop them?"

There was a pause. Then mom answered, again in a low whisper, "I... I want him... for myself. I want...your husband for myself tonight."

"Are you ready now, Sally? Are you ready for my husband to fuck you?"

Again, there was a pause, then out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mother slowly nod her head up and down.

Lisa put her hand against my forehead and pushed my head back, causing Roy's cock to slip out of my mouth with a plopping sound. A long, thin string of my saliva dangled from its tip.

I looked at my mother kneeling on the floor, her heavy breasts quivering occasionally as the vibrator caused another shiver to run through her body. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest moved up and down with each heavy breath she took.

Lisa took mom's hand and led her to foot of the bed.

"Tom, Roy, come here," she said.

I was a bizarre scene, I thought to myself, the four of us standing at the foot of the bed. Lisa, still wearing her tight tank top, but naked below the waist. Mom, standing there, her breasts bare, wearing only black stockings and a short skirt that barely covered her thighs, her body shaking as the vibrator in her ass sent spasms through her body. Roy, still wearing his sports shirt, his massive, hard cock sticking straight out at the bottom of the shirt. And me, still fully clothed, my cock as hard as a rock.

Lisa was the leader, the tour guide, the controller. As the four of us stood there, she began to give directions, her voice soft and low, looking back and forth between us.

"Sally," she said, "get on the bed."

Mom crawled on the bed. Lisa had her lay on her back. She doubled up a pillow and put it under mom's head.

"Raise up your hips," Lisa said. She slid the other pillow under mom's ass, raising her pelvis off the bed.

"Do you know what happens now, Sally?"

Mom looked up at her.

"Spread your legs, Sally," Lisa commanded.

Mom slowly spread her legs, causing her skirt to ride high up on her thighs. Her breath was coming shorter and deeper.

"I'm going to raise your skirt now, Sally. So that we can all see your pussy. Do you want us to look at your pussy, Sally?"

A sound, half moan and half whimper, came out of mom's mouth.

"Do you want us to look at your pussy?" Lisa repeated.

Another visible shiver went through mom's body.

"Yes," she whispered.

Lisa reached down and raised mom's skirt to her waist. Her pussy lips were red and swollen, glistening wet with her juices. Lower, I could see the end of the vibrator protruding from her ass.

Lisa motioned toward Roy, and he got on the bed, kneeling between mom's legs, his cock protruding out in front of him obscenely.

"He's going to fuck you now," Lisa said, "Roy's going to put his big cock in your cunt and fuck you. Is that what you want, Sally?"

Mom's eyes had a vacant, glazed look to them. She turned her head toward Lisa.

"Yes," she answered softly."

"Take off your shirt, Roy," she said, "Tom, you should be naked, too."

As I began undressing, Lisa pulled her tank top off, allowing her big floppy tits to spring out. Roy unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off.

Lisa put her hand around Roy's erection and guided it downward until its fat head brushed lightly against mom's open pussy lips, its thick head seeming all out of proportion compared to mom's petite pussy.

Holding Roy's cock tightly in her hand, Lisa slid the tip of it up and down mom's slit, pausing at the top to make little circles with it around her clitoris.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my God!" mom moaned softly.

I could hear mom's breathing coming faster, her breasts waving from side to side as she gulped for air. Her face and chest flushed red and I realized she was cumming, before Roy even entered her, an orgasm triggered, I suspected, from the combined effects of the friction against her cuntlips and the vibrator, still buried in her ass.

From the back of her throat, a long, low moan began. Suddenly, her entire body began to tremble.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" she screamed out.

Her pelvis made little up and down bucking motions against the head of Roy's cock.

She let out another long, low moan, and then it was over. Mom put her arm over her forehead. Her breathing was still labored and fast. There was a long pause as she regained her composure.

She removed her arm from her forehead and looked at Roy and Lisa.

"I want it now," she whispered, "I want him in me now."

Still holding Roy's cock, Lisa used her other hand to spread mom's pussy lips, then guided the head of Roy's cock to the opening. Lisa used her hand to slowly push his cock against mom's cunt. Acting like a wedge, its fat head slowly parted mom's pussy lips, forcing itself into her hole.

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