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Sharon met me at the door and I was soon wrapped in her arms and her lips sought mine in a very enthusiastic kiss. It was the greeting I had hoped for. Jim joined us in the living room and his welcoming hug and kiss were no less enthusiastic. After the preliminaries were concluded, Sharon sent Jim to fetch my bags from the car. She asked me if I was ready for a drink and after the long drive that sounded like a great idea. She suggested I "get comfortable" while she got me a glass of wine. It was if she had read my mind. I did feel a bit out of place in my street clothes while Jim and Sharon were nude, and besides, as I have mentioned before, I had grown to appreciate the freedom of the nudist lifestyle. It was something I had embraced completely as part of my new lifestyle. I may not be able to enjoy the total freedom in my little apartment as compared to what Sharon and Jim did at the camp, but I had grown to be more comfortable in my skin. Sharon said that I was what nudists called a "House Nudist," at least when I was at home.

I passed Jim as he carried my bags to what I had come to think of as "my" room, their guest room, even though I had spent very little time there during the previous weekend. He mentioned that Sharon had dinner almost ready and that he was going to go soak in their hot tub for a while and asked me to join him. I told him that Sharon had a glass of wine poured for me and that I would go check in with her first. When I entered the kitchen I found my glass waiting for me and Sharon busy in the kitchen. I asked her if I could help and said that she had everything under control and she suggested I join Jim.

I said that I thought I would. I found Jim already immersed in the tub on the back deck and I quickly joined him. The water was soothing after being cramped in the car. We soaked quietly for a few minutes as I unwound and let the day's stress seep from my pores. I did have some business I wanted to discuss with Jim though.

When he asked me how my week had gone, I told him about the offered transfer and promotion at work. He was genuinely thrilled for me and offered his congratulations.

"There is one aspect of this that I would like your advice on," I said.

"Ohhh, what's that?" he asked.

I went on to explain my housing situation and the opportunity to relocate that the new job allowed. "Do you think I might be able to find someplace to live here?" I asked. "I don't need much; maybe even just a trailer if that's all that is available. Do you know of any of the members that might have something to rent, or perhaps the camp itself?"

"Hhhhmmm, I have an idea for something that might work for you that may be available. Let me do some checking and I'll let you know later. Would that be OK?" he replied.

"Sure, there is no huge rush. I haven't even officially accepted the new job and I'm sure I won't need to move for a couple of weeks. I have an open ended lease on my apartment, so I just need to give them 30 days notice," I said. "I'm at the point where I'm just starting to consider my options. I wouldn't even need to live inside the camp itself. I could always just find something nearby so that I could visit."

"If I can line up what I am thinking about, I think it will be perfect for you," he said.

"I guess I also need to talk to someone about getting approved for a membership to the camp as well. Do you think you could put a good word in with the management for me?" I said, smiling my sexiest smile at him.

"I think I could do that, I have a little influence with the owners here," he replied, returning my smile in that charming way that was so characteristic of Jim.

We then got into some idle chat about the other things that were going on. He was pretty well informed about everything, via Sharon, of what was going on in my life, at least in broad terms. The wine and the water were really relaxing me and I had always found Jim to be easy to talk to. I didn't quite share the intimacy with him that I did with Sharon, but it was pretty close.

When the conversation moved on to Heather, it was clear that Jim was intrigued. I think he was just a bit amazed at how easily I had come to terms with my bisexuality. I just wish I shared his confidence. Sure, there was desire there, but I still felt a bit awkward around other women. Jim told me that if things worked out, that I should feel free to invite her to visit the camp, and that he and Sharon would like to meet her. I bet they would! As much as I cared for Jim, he was after all very male, and quite the horn dog. Like I had room to talk, right? He went on to say that he could arrange for one of the rental cabins if we wanted some privacy for a "lovers getaway." I admit I had had some fantasies about sharing Heather with Jim and Sharon, but at the same time I didn't know whether that was something she might be into to. I didn't even know if she was really interested in me, although the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that she was. The signs were all there, but I hadn't really developed a good sense of how much a woman was interested in me at that point in my sexual career. So, I told Jim that I would just have to wait and see and that I had a lot of water to cross before I would know whether his proposal was even a possibility.



About that time, Sharon called us to dinner. Jim and I dried each other off and we joined Sharon in the dining room. She had laid out a wonderful dinner and I realized I was very hungry. The take out salad I had had for lunch had not stayed with me. We had an enjoyable dinner and shared some great table banter as we ate. I felt more comfortable with them then I did with friends that I had known for years. They are just so open; it would be hard not to feel comfortable with them. Of course our sexual intimacy allowed for a certain level of openness that allowed me the freedom to share things with them about other facets of my life that I could not share with "straight" friends.

During dinner Jim told Sharon that I had some good news and he prompted me to tell Sharon about the promotion. She was as happy for me as Jim had been. Jim had then gone on to explain my housing quandary to Sharon and I thought I saw them share a look afterwards that said "we'll talk later." There was something going on there but at the time I didn't have a clue as to what it might be.

After dinner, the three of us all pitched in to clean up the mess. We worked efficiently and in a few minutes had the dishwasher loaded and the kitchen cleaned up. We all agreed to another communal soak in the tub to allow our dinner to digest. Sharon grabbed a bottle of wine and asked me to get our glasses. We retreated to the deck and were soon soaking once again. I was sandwiched between Sharon and Jim and I recall thinking how happy I was when I was with them. The good company, full belly, wine, conversation, and warmth seemed to make the daily pressures and issues of my life dissolve in the warm, swirling water. It was the ultimate therapy and just what I needed.

I felt Sharon's lips deliver a quick peck to my cheek. It was an affectionate kiss, not really sexual, but it ignited the fires within me. I returned the gesture and before I knew it, Sharon and I were making out hotly. Her lips danced across my shoulders, lips, eyelids, neck and ears. I loved it. Her hand found my breasts and she cupped and caressed them as we continued to kiss. Her tongue invaded my mouth and my smoldering fire turned into an inferno. During a quick break in the action I saw Jim sitting back, a broad smile on his face, content to watch his wife making out with me as he sipped his wine.

After several minutes of this, Sharon announced that she was starting to prune up and asked if I was ready to retire to the bedroom. I was pretty sure she did not have sleep in mind, at least not immediately. I quickly agreed. I think my needs were as obvious as hers.

We were soon out of the tub and after a communal 3-way drying session, we were on our way back to their bedroom and the comfort of their bed. All of my dreams and fantasies of the past week came to the surface and I was more then ready for whatever was to come. Even after the drying effects of the water in the hot tub I felt the wet sensation of my moist pussy as we walked. My pussy was needy and felt swollen and my hard nipples pointed the way.

When we got to the bedroom, with Jim trailing behind Sharon and me, I took the lead and laid her across the bed. I lay on top of her and our mouths were soon joined once again in a passionate kiss. My thigh slipped between her legs and the moisture I felt accumulate there told me that I was not the only one that was turned on. My breasts pressed into her softer, more generous mounds as our kisses became more and more heated. I could feel her pussy grinding into my thigh.

As much as I was enjoying the kisses and body contact, I wanted more. In addition to my own hunger, I felt a need to please her and to show my appreciation for her friendship and support. Maybe more then anything, I felt an overriding need to express my desire for her as a lover.

I slid down her body and began to kiss, lick, and suck her breasts. I alternated between them but ignored her nipples, at least for a while. My efforts were rewarded by a soft moan from Sharon. I sort of lost myself in her breasts for a while. When I moved to her nipples, her soft moans turned in more expressive groans of desire. I licked and sucked her nipples and I enjoyed the feeling of their hardness against my lips and tongue. From the sounds that she was making, she did too.

When my mouth slid down to her navel to delve into its depths, she scooted across the bed so that her head was hanging over the side. As I looked up towards her face, I saw her beckon Jim over to join us. He had been sitting in a chair, patiently watching, and stroking his semi-hard cock.

As I moved downwards once again, I saw Sharon reach out and pull Jim towards her. I watched, enthralled, as she took his cock in her mouth. Her abilities in pleasing a man with her mouth had always left me a bit envious and this time was no different. I made a silent note to myself to get her to devote some time to giving me some private tutelage on her techniques.

My eyes were drawn to her face as I softly kissed around her pussy and thighs, teasing her before diving in for the main entrée. She had her hands on Jim's thighs, drawing him deeper into her mouth, using her mouth to fuck his cock. I watched, mesmerized, while I began to suckle on her plump labia. She moaned around his cock which was now buried deep in her throat. "How could she do that?" I asked myself. "Practice, practice, practice," I answered myself.

While teasing Sharon, I was also teasing myself. I felt a strong urge to dive into the chasm of her pussy, to bury my tongue in her tunnel, and burrow into her center. The juices that I was sucking from her nether lips forced me to seek out their source. I finally gave in to that urge and I soon had my tongue deep in her cunt, like a salmon instinctively swimming up stream to its birthplace. She groaned even louder as I did so and she had to release Jim's cock from the warm embrace of her mouth for a moment. Her hips began to hump against my face, encouraging me to dive deeper. I happily obliged and my face was soon buried as deep between her legs as I could manage. This was a happy place for me, I realized. A place I would seek out time and time again.

"Jim, go to Kim, she needs you now. Fuck her real good," Sharon said.

"My pleasure," he replied. I heard them talking, although muted by the presence of Sharon's thighs against my ears. My pussy was in fact needy, but at the same time I was totally lost in the act of eating Sharon. Their words were heard, but their meaning did not register with my conscious brain.

Jim moved around the bed, behind me and when he took my hips in his hands I rose up obediently on my knees to give him better access. No preliminaries were needed, I was wet and my hungry pussy was ready for his cock. It had been ready for days. Sharon took my head between her hands and gently encouraged me to move to her clit.

"Lick it," she succinctly instructed.

I started off just licking around her clit, moving closer and closer to its exposed head peeking out from under its hood. As I was doing this, I felt the broad head of Jim's cock sliding between my labia, bumping my own hard clit, gathering moisture for his imminent plunge into my pussy. Lubrication was not going to be a problem. I was dripping. Just as I took Sharon's nub between my lips to suckle, Jim slowly plunged into my depths. My resulting groan vibrated around Sharon's clit and her cry joined my own in a harmony of pleasure. I couldn't help but temporarily stop my efforts towards pleasing Sharon as my body absorbed the sensation of Jim's hefty cock spreading and stretching me. I always had loved the feeling of a lover's cock first filling me and Jim's girth certainly fulfilled everything I wanted, and more. There was a small bit of pain as he stretched my tightness, but it was not entirely unpleasant and I relished the sensation of being filled.

I opened my eyes and they met Sharon's. She smiled at me and we shared an unspoken understanding. It was if she was sharing my sensations through my eyes. We were linked in an almost psychic way. I felt a certain closeness with her in that moment that was certainly unparalleled. She was giving me her husband to enjoy and at the same time sharing him with me through the act of fucking. It was almost like he was fucking her while I served as the link between them. In those brief seconds I think I came to understand Sharon in a new way.

Our carnal needs quickly rose to the surface once again and Sharon encouraged me to attend to them. My mouth went back to work on her clit when Jim was fully buried deep in me. I realized that he was waiting for a sign from me that I was comfortable before proceeding and I began to rock my hips back and forth, reassuring him of my readiness. Jim responded like the talented, experienced lover that he is and began to slowly slide his cock in and out of my clasping vagina. His slow shallow strokes slowly built in depth and speed as I grew accustomed to his cock filling me. He left me wanting more. His movements were just one small step behind my own desires. I began to set the tempo with the movements of my hips, driving myself back onto his cock, and he reacted wonderfully. His actions were like that of an experienced jockey, riding me to the finish line.

I could feel the increased tension in Sharon's body and knew that she was getting close. The timber and volume of her moans and groans were an obvious indication. In addition, I could feel the growing tension in her body and she was thrusting her hips upwards. Her clit retreated back into its hood and I responded my sucking and licking it harder. She seemed to particularly like it when I nibbled on her. Her cries reached a crescendo and her thighs clamped around my head as she reached her peak. I moved my mouth to the opening of her pussy and struggled to drink the gush of juices that flowed from her. I savored the taste of my lover as she expended herself upon my tongue and lips. I had to push her knees apart to get a quick gasp of air before I re-attached myself to her pussy. My tongue darted frantically as I sought out the last available drop of her juices and her trembling thighs locked themselves around my ears.

Sharon's orgasm seemed to only further encourage Jim and he was now pounding into my pussy. I happily absorbed his thrusts, pushing back into them and feeling his hips slapping against my ass. His thrusting cock produced a sloshing sound as it charged into my now very wet pussy. I concentrated on gripping him with my PC muscles, pleased with the progress my kegel exercises had produced. His groans told me that he was more then pleased with my "vaginal fitness" as well.

My head was pillowed against the softness of Sharon's thigh. Having pleased her, I was able to fully concentrate on Jim's, and my own, carnal desires. I felt her slip out from under me and I was left crouching there, my ass held high and my arms crossed in front of me on the bed. I fell into a sort of floating, nirvana like trance in which all I could concentrate on was the sensations surrounding me: the taste of Sharon on my lips and tongue, the sound of Jim's cock pumping in and out of me accompanied by his hips meeting my ass, the smell of my own aroused pussy, his loose balls slapping against my clit, and above all, the feeling of his cocking invading the depths of my pussy.



I heard someone talking and realized it was me. I was being unusually vocal as I encouraged Jim. "Yesss… fuck me… ahhh gawd yes… sooo good… sooo fuckin good… harder, deeper."

I was on the edge of orgasm but somehow managed to stay right on the edge, enjoying its embrace and almost unwilling to give it up. Sharon had decided to resolve that issue as I felt her hand slide under my pelvis. Apparently she had grabbed a small vibrating bullet that she quickly placed against my clit. A few seconds of the sensation of the vibrations of the bullet were all it took to give me the necessary shove and I exploded.

Ahhhhh FUCKKKKK! Cummmming…" I exclaimed loudly.

My pussy clamped down hard on Jim's cock as tremors shook my body and I felt his thrusts change to what I had come to recognize as those indicating his own release.

"Yes, fill me… Cum in me… Give it to me," I moaned.

As my pussy rhythmically pulsed around his cock I could feel his discharge as his warm jets of sperm filled me. It was a feeling I was rapidly learning to love. The bestial, reptilian part of my brain needed the feel of his seed flooding my pussy. His characteristic, almost feral, and very masculine, groans and grunts of orgasm filled the room and mixed with my own softer mewling moans as I started to fall into a post-orgasm languor. Perhaps at another time his orgasm may have pushed me to another orgasm, but the explosive nature of my first drained what energy I had and made a second orgasm impossible.

My hips collapsed down to the bed and Jim went with me and draped his body against my own and I enjoyed the feeling of him against my back. His warmth, weight and intrinsic maleness were reassuring as I floated in the clouds of the orgasm induced sensations. My body was still trembling as the sensations ricocheted through it.

I guess I sort of dozed off for a moment under the warm blanket of Jim's body. I was roused when I felt him move off of me. His limp cock slid out of me with an audible "squish" and I could feel our combined juices begin to flow out of my uncorked pussy. Sharon's softer hands rolled me over and, as had become our custom, her mouth and tongue began to "clean me."

I languished in the feeling of her tongue and lips on my still sensitive pussy. The stretched feeling that Jim's cock had evoked lingered. I concentrated on how I felt and decided I really enjoyed this "freshly fucked" feeling. It was good, but not quite as good, as the hot sex and intense orgasm I had just enjoyed. It was just all part of the total experience of sex. I resolved to enjoy this feeling on a more regular basis in the future. This was something I needed, and the hunger in me would never be satisfied if it was just something I experienced occasionally.

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Lynn and I had been married only six months when the hunting trip came up. Ted, Peter, and Henry were adamant. "Just because you got married, Dan, is no reason to give up everything you love. Hunting, fishing, camping, you'll need these things to make it through the years ahead."

"I'm OK with it. In fact, I'd love to go. It's Lynn."

"Oh, no! You won't get away with blaming me, Dan. In fact, I love the outdoors. I'd love to go along."

Ted was always such a prankster. He said "The only way a woman is going on our hunting trip is if she does all the cooking, cleaning, tending the campfire, and agrees to abide by all the special rules of the hunting team."

Before I could say a word, Lynn said "OK, you got it. I'd love to take care of you guys."

Ted plunged in while I stood there in shock. "You agree to all the special rules in advance?"

Lynn said "I'm a woman of my word. You can count on me."

The next month slid by in a flurry of activity. The weekend came for the trip, and we loaded all our gear into Peter' s trailer, practically a home on wheels. Peter drove, and I sat up front. Ted and Henry teased Lynn unmercifully for the first hour of the trip, then settled down into a banal banter, punctuated every few minutes by their laughter. We filled up with gas, took a potty break, ripped a few cold ones out of the cooler, and all deeply inhaled the fresh air here,so far from the city. We drove deep into the mountains, for over an hour on unpaved roads. It was time for lunch. We set up camp, as Lynn made us sandwiches.

"It's time for the scouting survey." Peter said.

We all suited up. Lynn even put on her hiking boots, until she was told by everybody that we expected her to take care of camp, keep the fire hot, and have dinner ready when we got back later. She was obviously hurt, so in an effort to cheer her up, Ted launched into his speech.

"Remember Lynn. You must obey the special rules. Special rule number 1 is that the cook must always be in camp. Special rule #2 is that the cook must always be naked in camp. Special rule #3 is that the cook must always have hot food ready for each meal. Special rule number four is that the cook must, completely satisfy each and every member of the hunting party each night before the cook goes to sleep. Special rule number five is that the cook can tell no one else the details of the trip or the rules, then..."

"Enough, Ted, enough! Let's get going!" Peter cut him off.

We trudged up mountainsides and down mountainsides. All I could think of was the hot meal and beautiful wife waiting for me back at camp. Lynn has wavy, dark, curly hair that is shoulder length. Her dark, heavy eyebrows accent her wide eyes. She has a lush figure, with pendulous breasts that are the envy of all her women friends. She is tall compared to most women, only a few inches shorter than the rest of us men.

Peter was the obvious outdoorsman, with his European good looks. Ted was a natural radical and clown, with his fire red hair. He looked more like a student, wiry and thin, but I'd seen him carry a heavier pack than mine all day without even slowing down. Henry was dark haired and stocky, built thick like a smithy from the days of the old west. My toned and athletic body, wavy dark hair, and relaxed style matched Lynn exactly. So when I got back to camp, I took the time to put away everybody's backpacks and rifles, as they had just dumped them, piling into the trailer, drawn by the delicious smell of warm food. "Dan, you better get in here!" Peter shouted.

I got in the trailer, and my jaw dropped. Lynn was there, pulling hot rolls from the oven, with her oven mitts on, and other than her earrings, that was it. Her large breasts hung down, as she carefully pulled out the rolls. Pushing me down in the seat, she shoved Ted in next to me. There were hot steaks, fresh mixed vegetables, apple juice, the rolls. She had obviously put a lot of work into this meal.

"Sit. Sit! Anyone for milk?" Lynn said, as her breasts hung down over the table. She poured a glass for each of us, then ate standing at the counter. Each of the men eyed her hungrily. We ate quietly, reverting to the cavemen huddled around a fire. The only thing we had in common at that moment was our love of the food and this beautiful woman.

Ted pulled out a bottle of whiskey, and we each took several shots. I tried to help Lynn with the dishes, but she just brushed me off with "I asked for this. I can handle it!"

Ted was making noises about dessert. "I'm very hungry."

Lynn replied "I have just the thing. I have a hot pie ready for all of you to eat. Just another moment, It'll be ready."

Lynn moved back to the double bed that filled the other end of the trailer, laying down, spreading herself wide open for us. She opened herself up with her fingers, making little noises of pleasure. She came from touching herself.

"Ted, your slice of pie is ready. Are you ready to eat it?"

"You bet!" He was out of the table and between her legs before I knew what was said.

Lynn gave him several minutes, then said "Good job! Now Peter, time for you to eat your pie!" Peter was very good. Lynn really moaned with him, arching her back. She gave him a few minutes longer, whether it was extending her pleasure or losing track of time.

"Henry, your slice of pie is hot and ready. C'mon & eat!"

Henry was every bit as good as Peter. Lynn even shouted once, during an intense climax where her hands balled into fists and she smashed them on the bed. She waved me over.

"Dan, honey, your pie with the special sauce is ready!" Lynn loved their attentions. Her pussy was swollen with her pleasure, dripping with her excitement. I knew at that point we were beyond hope of ending it here. Ted's joke was going to become our reality. I bent my head to lick her, as her hands played with my hair.

I licked Lynn's slit from top to bottom, rejoicing in the feel of her. I slipped my fingers inside her. I did all the things that I knew turned her on, playing her body with the wisdom of experience. She came, over and over, slamming her fists into the bed as she shouted. It was a great boost to my ego, right there in front of my friends.

Pulling me up to kiss her, Lynn said "I promised. Please understand. I can't go back on my word. I love you." I didn't have time to tell her everything as she simply called out "Dan, you and Henry take down the table and make it a bed. Ted, come over here and tell me what you want to be completely satisfied."

We took down the bed, as Lynn pulled down Ted's pants, sucking him noisily, slurping him down her throat. She stripped him down, then pulled him into the bed with her.

"Dan, pull open the bunk bed above us and climb in. All the rest of you gents get naked. I don't have time to waste

with undressing you. You guys have to be up at the crack of dawn. I must be up earlier. SO shake a tail feather!"

Ted climbed between my wife's legs, and just before he did,

I saw that I had nothing to worry about. His dick was neither long nor thick, but he speared Lynn with style, and she obviously enjoyed it. Peter came over, already hard, but she blew him anyway as Ted climbed off the bed. He was very thick, and her noisy blow job put steel right into my dick. It looked like he was going to come, but Lynn pulled her mouth off him, and they whispered for a few moments. Then Lynn got down on all fours, her big jugs swaying underneath her with every thrust, as Peter entered her from the rear. she was really enjoying him. "Oh-Oh-Oh!" she cried. Peter grunted, and Lynn made that cooing noise she made after I came in her. Peter crawled off over to sleep by Ted. Henry came to my wife, and at first, she didn't know what to do.

Henry was really hung, and Lynn could barely fit the tip of his giant dick in her mouth. Slowly, she took more in her mouth each stroke as she sucked him. She was getting even hotter imagining how he would feel inside her. Henry laid down, and Lynn held his cock in one hand, while she guided it in with the other. Her body rippled with pleasure as he entered her. Lynn bounced on him, her mouth open as her breathing deepened, her breasts bouncing until his meaty hands grabbed them firmly, squeezing them like the cantaloupe melons they resembled. Whatever he did, he did it gently, and Lynn really responded. She moaned the entire time he was inside her, deep in her throat, more like a soft growl. Her hips were backing wildly, and she

bounced up and down his rigid shaft with longer strokes. Her eyes were glazed over in lust. Her soft rear bounced on him, and her fingers were a blur as she touched herself. They both came, bodies coming up off the bed, as Henry fired his last salvo of sperm into my wife. She tried to blow him hard again, licking off all the cum smeared all over his massive cock, but he just didn't have it in him.

As he got out, I climbed down. Before I was comfortable next to my wife, he was snoring. Lynn was still vibrating as she kissed me, quickly and intensely, Then she took her hungry mouth from mine and spun around, devouring my cock. Her wet snatch came down on my face, with a river of cum pouring out of it. I just closed my eyes, as I sought her secret places out with my tongue. I couldn't miss the taste of other men's cum, which was all through her wet bush, leaking out from inside her, running in streams down her thighs. Every time my tongue brushed Lynn's clit, she shuddered. Her mouth was frantic on my dick, her head stroking her mouth back and forth in a blur. I could feel the muscles inside her slick channel grip my fingers, grateful to have something inside her again.

Lynn went wild, her body was at a peak of lust, and her animal needs were not going to be denied. After the spasms of climax wracked her body, she got up, lowered her slick slit on my rock hard cock, greeting me with strong contractions of her cunt walls. She moaned as she licked the pools and blobs of cum off my face, bouncing her buns on me, pressing her breasts into me and rubbing my chest with them as she kissed me. I thrust back into her just as eagerly, proud of my young wife, grateful she shared herself with me, glad that our most intense sexual experience yet was bringing us together. I pumped my cum inside her, mixing it with what already was inside her, as

Lynn cooed into my mouth. She kissed me deeply one last time, then flipped around again, back to devouring my cock with her mouth. I closed my eyes again as the hot sperm poured out on my face, licking into Lynn, grateful that she was responding so intensely to me. She wasn't cumming as often as she had with Henry, but they were very intense. In a few minutes, when I was rock hard again, Lynn switched bad to riding me, grinding her clit into me, bouncing her buns, tonguing me fiercely the whole time. I thrust into her, having her cunt walls grasp me in each of her climaxes, until they finally pulled loose my spurting jism. We kissed as Lynn panted, breathing heavily, open mouthed, as her body finally settled down for the night.

Lynn shook me awake at dawn, and the smell of coffee, breakfast rolls, eggs & bacon. She took off her apron, as she pushed us around, getting Ted & Peter up so she could set up the table, kissing Henry awake. Come to think of it, she kissed us all awake, shaking us and giving us our orders. Within ten to fifteen minutes, she had us all awake, dressed, and eating. Even after we ate, we looked at her hungrily. "Go, my hunters. Be swift, and good hunting." We were standing outside the trailer in the cold before we realized we didn't have our coats. She opened up the door, threw out the coats, and spread her legs, standing at the door. She put her hand between her legs, saying "I'll keep the camp warm for you."

Peter took us to the ridge we had scouted yesterday. We moved like we had been doing this all of our lives. The perfect hunting team found our buck, took him down, and carried him back to camp before lunch. Henry and I took the job of dressing the deer, gutting it and preparing it for the trip home.

Lynn was in the trailer, sandwiched between Peter and Ted on the bed. Peter was behind her, doggy style, driving her mouth forward onto Ted, whose head was thrown back in sheer glee. Lynn was using one of her hands on him, stroking him as she sucked him. Lynn's lush tits bobbed and wobbled, bounced from both sides, her nipples erect. Peter was fingering her, as he thrust firmly into her. I had the feeling this was going to go on for a while, so Henry & I grabbed a couple of cold beers, sat down at the breakfast nook, and watched. Ted remembered how much he liked her knockers, so he started feeling her up. Lynn gave herself over to the pleasure, which only triggered Peter and Ted. Lynn clearly liked the taste of Ted's cum, and she milked him for every drop, licking him as she cupped his balls, stroking his last drops onto her outstretched tongue. Peter stroked into her until he went soft, then they kissed as Ted climbed out to grab a beer. Henry whispered to me a plan, which was sheer genius.

Henry propped up some pillows, laying Lynn on them in an upright but reclining position. He knelt on the bed, feeding her his huge dick, as I knelt between her legs, liberally licking her clit, with long strokes. When Henry was baseball bat hard, I laid down on the bed, pulling Lynn on top of me. Her seam gushed fluid on my face, Ted & Peter's cum.

Lynn's mouth closed around my half hard cock, as Henry stuffed his nightstick into her sweet snatch. His heavy balls bounced on the top of my head, so Henry quickly stopped taking hard strokes, switching to long, slow strokes. It drove Lynn crazy. She came, over and over again, intensely, beyond what I thought she could endure. She loved every moment of it, and it lasted for over an hour. I came twice in her mouth, which only increased the frequency of her climaxes for a few moments. I could hear Henry puffing up above, and when he finally started pounding his balls into my head I got the message that he was going to cum very soon. I pulled out of Lynn's hot mouth, sliding out the side as Lynn collapsed, tits buried in the bed, ass in the air, as Henry pounded into her deeply, bashing her buns with his hips, holding her hips as she moaned. They came together, and Henry crawled outside to goto sleep under a_ tree. I knelt behind Lynn, filling her with my hard cock, her cunt full of scalding hot sperm, still quivering from another man being inside her, fucking her. Peter came up and fed her his hard cock, which she turned her head to the side to suck. She was still tits down, ass up, eyes closed, completely lost in the pleasure beyond any she had ever known. Peter and I took turns with her, each cumming twice, which took quite a while. It was mid afternoon by the time we quit. Lynn kicked us out while she took a quick sponge bath, and started in cooking dinner.

Dinner, the final meal of the day, was fabulous. Chicken L'orange, corn on the cob, green beans, hot bread sticks, great food. Lynn was very open, touching and kissing everyone, enjoying all the attention given to her big breasts, like foreplay with four guys at once. The best thing about the meal was dessert, which was Lynn, of course. She took care us exactly the same way she did the first night. I was exhausted, but Lynn came so hard she feel asleep, snoring with my cock still in her mouth.

The next day was a warm one, and there was no more hunting to do, so Henry suggested a picnic. We took a blanket out into the woods, near the limits of our campsite. Lynn's nipples were stiff from the cool breeze, which led to two different mouths helping to warm them up. Peter started kissing her, and I climbed between her legs. Lynn was already wet, even though she had taken her sponge bath early.

All the attention, the natural setting, Lynn loved it and she was really responding. We took turns laying under Lynn, two of us sucking on her breasts as one of us filled her hot snatch, the other her hot mouth. We all had to be very tender, since Lynn had been taking us all on for two days now. Since we had all been gentle from the beginning, she wasn't hurting, just tender. That only served to draw things out, so that we screwed her all afternoon. As always, Lynn responded the best to Myself and Henry.

That night, dinner was late. Lynn still outdid herself. BBQ beef ribs, tater tots, mixed veggies, shots of Tequila, and biscuits. Lynn got really loose, and pulled Ted and Peter over to the bed. She rummaged in her train case for a minute, then pulled out a jar of Vaseline. My attention immediately doubled, as my cock went from hard to diamond splitting hard. Lynn greased up Ted, bending over the bed, as he slipped his cock in her ass. Deciding that she liked it, she laid him down on the bed, slid herself down him, both of them face up, until he was inside her ass again. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled Peter between them. Henry walked over, and Lynn turned her head to the side to suck him. She had mastered her sword swallowing skills, and could get him seriously into her throat, but the position just wasn't right for it. Ted didn't last very long, and Lynn had everyone get up.

She greased up my fully erect prick, laid me down on the bed, held me as she guided me into her asshole. Henry came next, splitting her open with his beaver cleaver. Peter filled her mouth, as Ted snored loudly over on the bed made from the dining table. It was blood boiling hot inside her tight ass. I came quickly, but her spasms kept me hard, just as Henry's huge cock rubbed us both. I could feel Lynn in almost continual orgasm, her back arched, and I just had to play with her tits. My fingertips flicking her nipples simple drove her over the edge. From that point onward, Lynn could only growl, slurp, and moan, until we all erupted inside her in a nearly simultaneous climax. She gulped down Peter's sperm, spasmed around Henry's & my cock's, wriggling and writhing like a tasty fish harpooned by three large spears. I went off to clean myself off, and came back to find Henry already asleep in the top bunk, Peter asleep next to Ted, and Lynn, lewdly spread, arms wide open, snoring at the top of her lungs. I crawled in next to her, nuzzling her breasts, and was asleep before I heard her third heartbeat.

The next morning, we broke camp. It was time to drive back. It was strange to see Lynn in clothes again. Everyone acted very sweetly toward her, but kept their distance, no more grab ass or feeling her up. We talked, we sang, we rejoiced our good luck, we checked our tag with the ranger, we filled up with gas, and we drove home.

During the holidays, Ted & Stephanie, Peter & Laura, Joy and Henry joined us for a party. Ted came up with an idea: in the spring, a fishing trip to his family's cabin, just like the hunting trip in the fall. Lynn immediately volunteered, far too eagerly, saying "I'll go. I already know what to do. I'd love it." with a gleam in her eye.

Joy said "Not so fast, honey. I'm next. Then Laura, then Stephanie."

Lynn was livid, saying "Hey, Joy, that makes it another whole damn year before I get to go!".

Joy replied "Well Lynn, you've already gone. For whatever reason I can't guess, you want to do it again, so it can't be all that bad."

Lynn begged "Wild horses couldn't drag me away. Why don't we both go?"

Joy was instantly curious, "Uh-Uh. You did it alone, I'll do it alone. What's the big secret?"

Ted jumped in, saying "Joy, you have to agree in advance, just like Lynn did, to obey all the special rules. If you fail, then we will just have to make Lynn our sole camp cook from now on."
Joy brightened, saying "You're on! I'll do better than Lynn any day!" All the wives pestered Lynn for details, but she was quiet.

Joy went with us, told by Henry of all the details. He had been teasing her while they made love, just as Lynn had been tormenting me. Joy's tits were even bigger than Lynn's, with huge aureoles. Her long blond hair was fun to wrap around her stiff nipples. She had a thick nest of blond fur, with two very thick, very wet, and very eager pussy lips. From the drive up to the cabin she begged us to fuck her. "After Henry told me, I needed several playtimes in bed to get my head around it. Then I couldn't get the images of taking on four men all at once out of my head! I'm just amazed how well Lynn handled it!" Joy said hotly.

"If the truth be told, she did it in the beginning just because she had given her word. When Peter told Ted 'Enough!' she thought he was barking at her! When I didn't object, she just told herself that was the price she had to pay for agreeing when she didn't know what she was agreeing

to, with a promise, her word. Her pride turned into lust, when she found out how hot it really was." I said to Joy in explanation.

"The same with me" 'Joy said, "I'm just cream cheese between my legs right now. My panties are mush! I'm so hot I can hardly breathe! I want you all to fuck me, screw me, bugger me, eat me, make me suck you, in any combination you want, all week long!"

We took her up on her offer, giving her the same treatment we had Lynn, then taking her down to the boat, keeping her under a blanket, and having her fuck and suck all day long. We drank cool beers, fucking a hot woman all day and night. She was wet, looser than Lynn, and could take us all week long without getting sore.

Laura and Stephanie refused to go by themselves, So they both went that fall and the next spring. We had never seen two women share themselves with four men, and each other before. They were eager to share themselves with Joy and Lynn, and the rumors of hot threesomes started to swirl after we got back.

Lynn is taking us camping this week. The memories of my hot wife on that first trip keep me stiff when I need to be. Joy is keeping Laura and Stephanie company during their week long slumber party. They are all our campfire girls now, tending the flames of our desires. But for me, the first, the hottest, and the best, is Lynn.

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Nowadays anyone with $300 can go down to a good electronics store or even Wal-Mart and pick up a camcorder with rudimentary editing capabilities and a menu of special effects, but when I was in school, video recorders were still almost the stuff of science fiction, extremely expensive, and the movie camera still reigned.

I was sitting at a small café table in the Satellite, the underground adjunct of the student union building at UH, the part that later got flooded out in 1976. Across from me were a couple of cinematography majors named Jon and Mario. Both of them were shaggy-haired, like most hip guys were then. Mario was dark, lean and hungry-looking, with shadowed green eyes, sharp cheekbones, and perpetual stubble on his face, predating the Don Johnson look you were later to see everywhere. Jon looked very much the surfer dude, mahogany-skinned and gold-highlighted, with sea blue eyes.

"Let me get this straight," I said. "Your project is a short film, and you want to depict me...eating an ice cream cone. Am I understanding you correctly?"

"Exactly, Sidonie," Jon said. "That's all. Why, you had something else in mind?"

"It's just that—well, I get what you want to symbolize with the ice cream, but...I mean, me? I don't look the part." I was too lanky and not really pretty, which was why I was pretty sure they weren't trying to sucker me into doing an actual porn film; I was more the handsome and distinguished type, a thing girls are told they're going to be when they are not conventionally cute. In my heart of hearts, I felt I was better than cute: I had a good mane of chestnut hair, nice hands and feet, and was in excellent physical condition. I'd always been a jock in high school. And—there was that one other thing...

"It's that smile of yours, Sid," Mario said. "That built-in wicked smile. The idea for this film was born the first time I ever saw you smile."

"Oh..." I said. "That."

"That" consisted of a smile that had never looked quite innocent, even when I was a little girl. I heard my first comment about it when I was six, while we were visiting kin in my dad's hometown. My aunt Cora said to my mother, "Emma, when that girl of yours learns what she can do with her smile, you're going to have to lock her up!"

My mother tried to discourage me from smiling too often. When I was a little girl, she used to say my smile was too special to give to just anybody; later, she told me to be careful who I smiled at and how, as men might think I was more grown-up than I was, and want things I wasn't ready for. Photographers who came around to take school pictures would sometimes do a double-take and tell me I didn't have to smile after all...

"Apart from temporary stardom, what's in this for me?"

"We'll have to see," Jon said. "See, we have to consider the rental on the camera, and—"

"All right, all right," I said. "We'll work this out. But I must have something. I'm always broke—you know how things are."

"Yeah, life is tough," Jon said.

We began to work out the arrangements. It was obvious to me that vanilla would be best, and Mario and Jon agreed with me completely. I specified Bluebell Homemade Vanilla and a sugar or a waffle cone. Might as well do these things right with the best materials. Then I got thinking of the problems that might arise for a girl who found herself alone with two guys and a camera, or even without a camera...

"One other thing," I said, narrowing my eyes menacingly at them. "Nothing—absolutely nothing—is to happen that is not my idea, or that does not have my approval. Is that clear?"

I saw the aw-sheeit look that passed between them before they agreed. I wasn't worried. I outweighed at least one of them, in a muscular and athletic way. In my last year of high school I had punched out a guy who had said something to piss me off, and he'd gone to the hospital with a broken jaw. Dad said I'd gotten in an extremely lucky punch and I deserved the cracked metacarpals I got out of it, but the incident had given me a reputation as a fighter that no one chose to mess with. We'd been right in front of the window of the Principal's office when it happened and they figured I just didn't care. And I hadn't. This had gone down in the nearby village of Glendene, but half the grads of Spencer High who went on to college ended up at UH, and word gets around. If they got any funny ideas that I wasn't willing to go along with I would make sure that there was plenty of damage all around.

"Yeah, that's clear," they said.

"Not only that," I said, "I want to see the final print before you release it."

We decided on Mario's apartment as the best venue. It was the only venue, since Jon and I still lived in our respective parental homes. We met there in the early afternoon. Jon was wearing snug button-fly jeans and a silk-look shirt. Jon was wearing a tank and surfer jams. I was wearing a miniskirt and a tube top. The air conditioning was up pretty high, because we didn't want the lights melting the ice cream; I hoped we wouldn't get too cold. Somehow, I don't think anyone would.

In the kitchen, Jon got out the ice cream and a waffle cone and proceeded to build the ice cream cone. He had spent the last several summers of his life working at Baskin-Robbins and he knew how to build a good, cohesive, professional-looking one. This he proceeded to do, dipping the scoop in water each time and dragging it through the ice cream to form perfectly round scoops, piling the first one hard onto the cone and sticking the other two firmly on top of it. It stood pretty high.

"There you go, Sidonie," he said, handing it to me. "Enjoy it!"

I started to lick at the ice cream, but Mario said, "Hold it! Don't get started until I get the camera rolling."

We went into the living room, where Mario had set up the camera. "Go ahead, sit down and get comfortable," he said. Both he and Jon had kicked off their shoes, and so did I. I sat down on the couch. "Now, give the ice cream one lick, from the edge of the cone to the top...then look at the camera—and smile." I did so. "That's perfect!" Mario said. "Now you can get started."

Eating an ice cream cone, especially a triple-dip, is an art. You want to eat it fast enough so that the ice cream doesn't all melt before you are done with it; at the same time, if you exert too much pressure on any side of the side of the tower of scoops, you run the risk of knocking one of them, or worse yet, all three, off the cone. All the while you are pressing on the structure from the top so as to work it down into the cone. Then you have to go down to the base of the pile, where it overlaps the edge of the cone, and catch it with your tongue so that it doesn't drip too much. All this while, you are turning the cone around and around—again, so that it stays symmetrical and none of the ice cream falls off.

While I worked on the ice cream, Mario and Jon took turns working the camera. They got in very close, shooting from every angle.

"That's it," Mario said. "Don't be afraid to open your mouth wide. Great! Let's have lots of tongue here." I dragged it slowly and tantalizingly up the sides of the tower of ice cream. Ice cream got onto my lips and ran down in tiny rivulets towards my chin, and I licked those up too.

Presently I had this cylindrical structure, which I had worked down to about six or seven inches long, when I noticed that both my cinematographers seemed to be having some trouble breathing. They were, in fact, flushed of face, with bright, dilated eyes. Every now and then I'd see one of them lick his lips and swallow. I looked at them again. Yes, I thought as much. A serious erection strained at the fabric of Mario's jeans. Jon's surfer jams served no better to hide his condition; it's not every day you see a Hawaiian-print tent. I smiled at the camera, and at them.

I'd told them that nothing would happen that wasn't my idea to leave myself an out if I wanted it. That didn't mean that I had to take it. If I had been absolutely determined that nothing would happen, I'd have said so. I'd had sex with more than one guy at a time, the first year I was in college, and while the event itself had been fun, my relationship with the men had fallen for other reasons, and I hadn't planned to do that again. But it's every woman's prerogative to change her mind...

I swept the very tip of my tongue around the top of the tower of ice cream, starting pretty close to the top on one side, and slanting it down so that it was maybe an inch and a half away from the top on the other. Returning to the starting point, I did the same thing going the opposite direction. I repeated this until I had a deep, slanting groove encircling the top of the ice cream. I licked down the sides of the cylinder, so as to give more definition to the structure at the top.

I wasn't quite satisfied with having a cylinder, so I flattened my tongue and drew it up from the base to the tip on two sides of it, until I had achieved a shape that was vaguely three-sided. Drawing my tongue into the narrowest, hardest point I could manage, I dug a little slit-like hole in the very top.

Grinning, I displayed the object I had created to the camera.

"Far out," breathed Jon.

"Wow," said Mario. "Jesus, Sid! That's some fine looking sculpture. I swear it's got everything but the veins."

I had a spot of ice cream on the end of my nose, and more ice cream was dripping from my lips. Stopping the camera, Jon leaned down and delicately licked the tip of my nose. Then his warm tongue swiped the ice cream dribbles from my mouth. I put out my own tongue and slid it against his. My pussy had bloomed into a heated flower at the sight of how excited the guys were getting. At the touch of Jon's tongue against mine, it went into aching, throbbing overdrive, and all I wanted was to feed into its hunger. With a little growl I put my hand on the back of Jon's neck, pulled his mouth against mine and sucked his tongue right in, grooving enthusiastically on its muscular litheness.

"Art first, Sid," Mario said. "You haven't finished your ice cream." Jon released my mouth and stood up. Mario was standing almost as close as Jon was, and I had a good look at his crotch. His cock was filling up the front of his jeans so that some of the buttonholes on his fly were actually pulling open. Raking my gaze from this interesting sight to his face, I gave him a hot, insolent grin. He inhaled sharply and adjusted his cock in his jeans. "Do you work with any other medium?"

"No, I've only worked with ice cream," I said. "As for the subject—well, you work with what you know."

"I want you to know my subject!" Mario said breathlessly.

"Mine too!" Jon said.

"Just hold onto it," I said. "I've got an ice cream cone to finish."

"Christ..." Mario clenched his fists at his sides and closed his eyes. Jon restarted the camera and he and Mario backed away. The camera continued to run.

It was time for me to destroy what I had created.

I shook my hair back away from my face and gathered it in back with one hand. Then I opened my mouth over the tip of the ice cream phallus and swirled my tongue around it. Closing my lips over the ice cream shaft, I went down on it, allowing the cold tip to hit me in the throat. Because I had been steadily consuming ice cream for several minutes, I did not get an ice cream headache. I raised my head, and the shaft emerged, smooth and glistening, from between my lips. I licked them clean of the creamy vanilla substance, and smiled. Then I went down on the ice cream again, again, and again, the phallus losing both size and definition with every stroke.

When I had worked the ice cream down to the level of the cone, I extended my tongue and twisted and swirled it deep into what remained. I looked up at the camera again, ice cream on my lips and chin, and grinned. There was a small bowl on the end table next to the sofa, and I put the partly-empty cone in it.

Jon reached for the camera and moving his hand over it like a blind man, found the stop button. Mario leaned down, licked the ice cream off my face, and kissed me hungrily, his stubble rasping against my chin. I was just about ready to grab him by his shirt front or the waistband of his jeans and pull him down on top of me, when I had a better idea.

"I take it you've shot all the footage you're going to?"

Jon nodded.

"Good. You can move the camera out of the way, now." He did. "Unplug it," I said. He did. "Both ends," I said. "Shooting's over."

Jon moved the camera to a corner of the living room, and Mario moved the lights. They came back to stand in front of me, looking as expectant as dogs who know you're hiding a treat behind your back.

"Now what happens?" asked Jon.

"First man to get his cock out," I said, "gets the ice cream treatment."

I thought sure that Jon was going to win—all you have to do with surfer jams is haul them down in front. However, he had pulled his drawstring so tight, and his dick was so adamantly hard, that he could not get the waistband down past it. Worse, he had the drawstring tied in a double knot. While he picked frantically at the knot, Mario flicked the buttons of his fly open. Underneath his jeans, he wore nothing. Five and a half or six inches of cock sprang out as abruptly as a switchblade, framed by the rumpled tails of his shirt.

"Shit," Jon said.

Mario moved close to where I was sitting on the couch; I scooted forward. I could smell the interesting scent of his body, the ball-sweat concentrated in his dark, thick crotch hair, sweaty denim and Quiana and the soap he'd used when he'd last showered. I closed one hand around the base of his cock, and he tugged his jeans down further so that I could cup his balls in the other. Running his fingers through my hair, he pushed it back from my face and held it there. He spread his legs a little so that it was easier for me to get a grip on him, and so he could keep his balance better. I took his cock in my mouth. It was delicious, unusually hot and salty after the sweetness and coldness of the ice cream. I tasted the pre-cum that had gathered at the slit, and flicked my tongue against his frenulum. Mario's hands in my hair tightened.

Jon had finally managed to get the double knot out of his drawstring, and better late than never, had hauled his unit out. He was a little stockier than Mario, and so was his penis. He stood close enough so that I could see him, holding it in his hand, trying to keep it contained.

"Christ—her mouth is still cold from the ice cream! But damn—it still feels good!" Mario said. I kept my grip on his cock and balls and moved my head back and forth so that his hard, veined shaft pushed in and out of my mouth.

"You shouldn't have that problem much longer," Jon said. I looked from the tanned hand he had clamped around the end of his cock, up to his face, turned half away in an effort not to pay too much attention to what I was doing to Mario.

"I don't have that problem now," Mario said thickly. "She's warming up quick. Fuck, but this feels good! I heard somewhere that she gave the best head in Texas, and I can believe it!" He clamped his hands onto either side of my head and thrust at my mouth, panting and emitting little groans of delight. I raised an eyebrow—it was not like I was in a position to express myself otherwise. Best head in Texas? Damn!

I clamped my lips around Mario's hard, hot cock, and when he pushed the head against my throat muscles, I hummed and purred. Out the corner of my eye, I could see Jon standing close enough to reach out and touch, holding onto his twitching cock. The end of it was brilliant with clear, shiny precum. I let go of Mario's balls and switched the hand I had encircling the base of his cock. The hand I'd had on Mario's cock was slick with precum and saliva. I reached out to Jon, and he took his hand off his dick; I replaced it with my own slippery hand and started jacking it. I thought about releasing Mario and switching to Jon, but Mario suddenly arrived at the stage where he would be in no mood to permit that.

"No way," he rasped. "You can do him later, but not until I've come down your throat! Oh, God, Sid. Just let me keep on fucking that wicked mouth of yours—oh—ah—oh fucking Jesus I'm gonna—ah fuck, look out, it's—AAAAAAAGH!"

His cock twitched and expanded, and the hot, salty effluent rushed up out of his core and gouted into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but I couldn't even begin to keep up with it; I let it dribble out from around his spasming cock and down my chin. He backed it out before he was truly done spurting, gripping it with his fist, bleeding out the last of his climax. Warm drops of jism flew onto my face, my shoulders, and my hair; and almost before he was clear of me, Jon moved in and took his place. He had let his pants fall down and kicked them to one side, and was wearing nothing but his tank. His thick cock and husky balls emerged from a nest of hair lighter than Mario's. I observed that his complex male scent was varied by notes of suntan lotion and salt water. I swallowed, licked my lips, took a good breath, and surrounded his warm, stout unit with my mouth. He emitted a barely human groan of pleasure at the feel of my tongue lashing his cockhead and flicking at its pee-hole.

"Grab hold of my ass, Sidonie," he said. I reached up and grabbed his muscular buttocks. He put his hands on my shoulders. He let me get in a few strokes of my own before the drive to release himself totally took him over and he began to thrust. His longer wait, and the effect of watching me work on Mario and drink his cum, had left him hardly any time for speech. Hardly any time at all. "Not—not long, Sidonie," he grunted. "Put your claws in my ass, I need some hurting, I don't want to do this right away—oh, shit, that didn't work, this is too damn soon—oh, fuck—oh, baby, this is this is ITaaaaahhhh! Oh, oh, oh, God! OH!" His hands tightened like vises onto my shoulders and he stood rigid, hips thrust forward, gasping and groaning as he jetted into my mouth. My nose was buried in his spicy hair. I tried to swallow it all, and got most of it. He stayed there until he had finished and began to soften a little in my throat.

He took it out and we all three flopped temporarily winded on the sofa, Mario on one side of me and Jon on the other. I had swallowed what both men had given me but I could still taste it. I licked the excess from my lips.

"Lord, what a mess you've made," I said. "I don't suppose either one of you gentlemen would like to help me clean up?" Jon stripped off his tank and handed it to me. I mopped my face and hair. Stretching luxuriously between the two cinematographers, I looked at the one to my right. Jon lay sprawled naked next to me. His tanned torso was overlaid by a thin layer of fine, straight hair, the kind that was almost invisible in some lights but would glitter like gold mesh in sunlight. "Mm, nice," I said, approvingly. I turned and looked at Mario. He had not bothered to button himself back up, but lay there partially out of his jeans. I reached over and started unbuttoning his shirt, and found him to be covered with a darker, thicker overlay of body hair. A small gold cross nestled in the fur that covered his chest. While I watched, he got out of the rest of his clothes.

"Looks like we've done things a bit backwards," I said. "I mean, usually, one takes one's clothes off first..."

"I notice you're still dressed, Sid. What's stopping you?" Mario said.

I sat up and dragged my tube top up over my head. "Pass me the rest of that ice cream cone," I said, settling back on the couch. Mario handed it to me with a slightly puzzled air.

"What are you up to?" he asked.

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Jax and Gaylen, Gayle to her family and close friends, sat discussing a bet they had just made. "I doubt your charms will convince her.." Gayle was saying, "she doesn't seem to like me all that much." Jax smiled patiently at his lovely wife and thought about what she was saying for a moment. "Bet's still on." he finally told her and laughed at the look she gave him.

Gayle shrugged her naked shoulders and lay back against her pillows. Both were in their mid-thirties and a very attractive couple. Gayle was small and blonde, sexy in attitude as well as appearance. She studied her fingernails for a moment then said, "Whatever....your going to lose, that woman is as cold as ice and I doubt she will ever agree to doing a threesome with us."

They had made a bet which involved a woman who worked in the same company with Jax. Gina Walters was her name, Gayle considered her to be one of the frostiest females she'd ever been introduced to. Jax and Gayle were open when it came to sexual adventures. Both were willing to explore any and all sexual possibilities. This helped keep their marriage exciting and interesting without the worry of one of them wandering off with someone else and leaving the other behind.

Gayle thought Gina was very, very sexy, despite her coldness, who knew, maybe that cold attitude of hers was a cover. Gayle licked her lips as she pictured Gina in her mind. Long legs, nice breasts, probably a 38C size melons, slender waist and a ass to die for...Her auburn hair was cut short, allowing her beautiful facial features to be seen clearly, as well as showing her lovely neck, which Gayle wanted to bite and nibble on. She skin was flawless with a light tan. Gayle wondered if she had an even tan all over and felt her pussy grow damp.

"You know Jax, I hope you win the bet, I would really love to fuck that woman, at least once." she told her husband while her hand wandered under the blanket to touch her, now wet, pussy.

Beneith the blanket, Gayle gently stroked her pussy, her fingers parting the soft lips to find the little nub hidden there to rub it absently. "So what's your plan? Are you going to just walk up and say 'Excuse me, my wife and I would love to fuck you one evening." she asked her husband, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She didn't bother waiting for his answer, just continued her one-sided dialog while playing with herself under the blanket. "Or how about, 'Darling, my bi-sexual wife and I would like to invite you over for dinner...of course you will be dinner!" she laughed at her joke, then added, "You could approach her with, 'Gina, we're having a small party and would love for you to cum...it's an informal affair, wear nothing.'" Now Gayle was really getting silly and laughed at her own wit.

"Seriously now, what ARE you going to say to that woman that's not going to send her running in terror?" she questioned. Jax just smiled at his pretty wife, letting her wonder what his plan was.

Gayle's story of events...

"I teased Jax about his asking Gina to join us in a threesome, actually, I never expected him to follow through with it since she was so stand-off-ish...but he did do it in the end." Gayle said, then continued explaining the events that took place.

Thinking back on things, Gayle smiled like the cat that caught the canary. "I wasn't with him when he approached the 'Ice Maiden,' Gina...but I wish I could have seen her expression when he did, no doubt it was a classic!"

"Needless to say, Jax was one up on winning the bet. Gina didn't agree to a threesome, but she didn't decline either. She told him straight out, 'I'll consider the offer and get back with you on it,' like it was a business discussion!." When Jax relayed this response to Gayle, she was astonished that he had even gotten that far! "Jax could have knocked me over with a feather!" Gayle said, her amazement obvious in the tone of her voice and the widening of her big green eyes. "She said what?" was the first words out of Gayle's mouth at the news.

Jax repeated what Gina had told him, enjoying the surprise on Gayle's face. They were in the living room of their house, Gayle was sitting on the floor, her back against a chair, legs pulled up to her chest. Jax sat on the couch facing her. He was enjoying her reaction to the news of what Gina had told him that afternoon. Gayle shook her head, then grinned widly at her handsome husband. "I still think she'll turn it down, she just doesn't seem all that outgoing to me. Besides, like I said before, I don't think she likes me much."

Gayle had met Gina at a Christmas party given by the company Jax worked for..She knew most of his co-workers and liked most of them well enough. At this party, her attention and been focused on a woman she'd never seen before. Jax introduced Gayle to Gina Walters, the mystery female she had been studying. Gina was beautiful. She wore a red, holiday dress that clung to her curves like it was painted on. Her lips glistened with the same shade of red as her dress and looked very kissable to Gayle. The very thought of kissing her made Gayle's pussy react with dampness.

"A few weeks after Jax had asked Gina about doing a threesome with us, I happened to run into her at the office. I had gone to have lunch with my husband and bumped into her outside his office. No one else was anywhere around at the time." Gayle said, returning to the events in order of their happening.

Gayle was standing outside of Jax's office, just about to open the door when she felt a hand on her arm. She turned and found Gina standing very close to her. "Hello Gayle, how are you?" Gina asked in her low, husky voice. Gayle felt a thill of desire course through her body, her voice was a little shaky when she answered, "I'm fine'n dandy thanks, and yourself?" Gina squeezed Gayle's arm a little, looking deep into her green eyes. Without bothering to answer Gayle's question, she said instead, "Your husband spoke to me recently about us..getting together. I think your very desireable Gayle... tell him I said 'yes.'" She smiled seductivly at Gayle, then turned and vanished down the hallway.

Gayle burst into Jax's office in her excitement, startling the secretary. "After Jax calmed me down, we went to lunch and talked about Gina. I was so horny the rest of the day. I could barely wait for Jax to come home that night. When he finally got home, (giggle) I fucked his brains out!" Gayle exclaimed. "He couldn't believe how wild I was in bed...not that we don't always have great sex, we do, I was just so worked up over Gina's words to me that day."

Gayle looked thoughtful for a moment then continued with her story. "When he arrived home, I met him at the door wearing a very sexy, little number, garters and spiked heels. Jax loves it when I dress sexy for him. I kissed him deeply, then led him to our bedroom, where I had candles and incense burning. Music was playing low, the whole atmosphere screamed, "LET'S FUCK!" which of course we did." she laughed.

"I told Jax how much I looked forward to the threesome and ask when it would happen. He told me he didn't know since Gina hadn't gotten back to him on it yet. I was going nuts with lust over the whole idea of fucking the Ice Maiden...of course just thinking about her kept my snatch wet!" Gayle laughed.

"Anyway, after we got into the bedroom, I started undressing Jax slowly, trying to be as seductive as possible with it. When he was naked, I had him get comfortable on the bed so I could dance for him. Jax finds it very arousing when I do that for him and I love doing it." she continued her story, sounding more excited as she went on.

"The music filled my mind as I closed my eyes and swayed with it, running my hands up and down my body. I moved my hands slowly over my breasts then down my belly and finally to my pussy. I lingered there, rubbing it and thrusting my pelvic in time to the heavy drum beat in the background." Gayle said, describing everything perfectly.

Her eyes were half-closed as she remembered the dance, "I started grinding my hips against an invisable lover that danced with me. Running my hands up and down my body, squeezing my tits together and holding them as if to offer for him to fuck. Under my eyelashes, I could see Jax watching me and jerking his cock with one hand. He was very hard by then."

With her eyes closed, Gayle could see herself as she performed the lusty dance and could almost hear the ghostly remains of the sensual music that played. She knew her pussy was getting very wet from the memory.

After a few minutes she continued her story again, "I moved closer to the bed where Jax lay, when I got to the edge of it, I slipped the teddy off, letting it pool at my feet like a puddle of silken water. Now I was wearing only the garters, nylons and heels. I stood there, swaying seductivly just within reach." Gayle told this with her eyes closed, still picturing the whole thing as it happened. Her breathing had excelerated as had her pulse. Her body reacted to the re-telling as if it were happening there and then. Without a doubt, Gayle's pussy had become very damp with desire while she spoke.

"I let Jax draw me down to him on the bed. We started to kiss. Deep passionate kisses that I felt all the way to my toes!" she said in a breathless voice. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm.. Pax is a great kisser. I felt his hands roaming over my body, touching me in all the right ways, as only he can..my hand went to his cock, which was soooooo hard with his excitement. I gently pushed him away.." she murmured softly.

"..so I could move down the bed and pleasure him with my mouth." she added with a grin, then continued, "I started at the tip of his cock and licked to the base. Long, slow licks. I heard Jax moan when I sucked on his balls then moved back up his shaft. When I reached the top again, I took his cock between my lips and sucked it into my mouth. He groaned louder when it touched the back of my throat." Gayle smiled, thinking of Jax's pleasure.

"I love to deepthroat him, it really gives him so much pleasure, I can't help but love doing it!" Gayle spoke, smiling again. "Jax was really close to having an orgasm and I wanted him to cum in my mouth for the first one that night." she stated, then said, "and he came like a freight train down the track!" "I sucked until he finished cumming, then licked him clean."

With a faraway look in her eyes, Gayle told more of the story. "After Jax had come, he pulled me up to him and gave me a deep kiss. Then he started kissing my throat. Jax knows that kissing my throat is real turn-on to me, so he starts there and works his way south. (giggle) I was wiggling and squirming beneith him, begging him to fuck me." she said as she wiggled in her seat, remembering her desire.

"I refused to allow him to lick my pussy that night, I needed a cock and I needed it bad. I was so ready that it was making me crazy!" she said softly, still squirming around a little.

"When he finally penetrated my pussy, I went nuts! I kept begging him to fuck me harder, give me more, and he did." she grinned happily. "We fucked for what seemed like half the night. The next day he got the word from Gina, that she was agreeable to the invitation and ready whenever we wanted!"

After getting herself a drink, Gayle sat back in her chair and began telling the rest of the story. "A few days later, Jax told me it was on for the weekend. Well, actually it was on for Saturday night. I was thrilled and very excited about it and so was Jax, of course."

Gayle sipped her drink, thinking of the events as they had unfolded. Finally she spoke, "I was burning up with a sexual fever the rest of the week. On Saturday I couldn't sit still for very long. I was a live wire all afternoon, cleaning the house and putting special attention on the spare bedroon in case Gina wanted to spend the entire night and wanted some privacy at some point or whatever."

"When Jax arrived home at around five I was pretty together. I'd had a glass of wine and a long soak in the tub to relax me. He was very pleased with the long, hostess dress I had decided to wear. It sort of wraps around me, leaving my shoulders bare and is very sexy. I had fixed a few small sandwiches and mixed a container of drinks. The house looked inviting with the lights down low, a fire burning and good music playing just loud enough to enjoy."

Gayle had several tapes sitting by the VCR in their bedroom which also had a jacuzzi in one corner. She had lain out big, soft towels and thought it might be the best way to get things happening and be more comfortable for Gina if they went into the tub. The video tapes were porn, very erotic and tastefully chosen. All were about threesomes.

"The doorbell rang at seven thirty and I went to answer it. When I opened it I couldn't believe my eyes. Gina stood there like a vision. She was dressed all in white silk with off-black stockings. She looked hot as she smiled at me and I remarked on how wonderful she looked. To my amazement she replied, 'Good enough to eat sugar?' and walked past me into the livingroom." Gayle said, an amazed look on her face.

"Gina greeted Jax with a warm kiss and when she took off her jacket, I could clearly see her nipples through the sheer material of her white blouse. I felt so turned on by this I could barely speak so I quickly fixed us all a drink." Gayle said, speakng of the arrival of their guest. "After we chatted for a few minutes, Gina asked me to show her the house. Of course I jumped up to do so. We talked about my interior decorating as we went from room to room. When we got to our bedroom, Gina remarked on the jacuzzi, asking if we could use it. She said she loved them and hadn't been in one for quite some time." Gayle murmured, her voice low as she thought back on how it had gone.

"Of course I said 'would you like a suit?' and she answered, 'its not necessary' and started unbuttoning her blouse! I quickly untied the belt of my dress and let it drop, I wasn't wearing anything underneith it. Gina's eyes looked at me in approval as she unzipped her skirt and tossed it over a chair." Gayle caught her breath as she gazed at the other woman's perfect body, now wearing only a white, lacy garter and nylons with her white, four inch heels. She bent at the waist to unhook her stockings, letting her breasts swing forward.

Gina had large breasts, they were topped off with large dark nipples. Her waist was small and tapered down to narrow hips, a beautiful ass that demanded attention. Her pussy was shaved except for a very thin strip of pubic hair just above the puffy lips. Gayle pulled her eyes away and stepped down into the bubbling tub of water.

"She knew exactly what she was doing to me," Gayle said softly, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. "I was so excited as she started to remove her stockings, I couldn't talk right then. Jax came into the bedroom and walked straight up behind Gina. He was looking at me with a little smile on his face and a lot of lust in his pants! I could tell by the huge bulge in them." (giggle)

"I watched as Jax slipped his arms around Gina from behind and started kissing the back of her neck. She moaned loud enough for me to hear her quite clearly, then I saw her grind her ass back against his erection. They pulled away from each other and she removed her shoes, stockings and garter. When she was completely naked, she came over to the side of the jacuzzi, bent down and kissed my mouth. I felt her tongue touch my lips so I parted them to allow a deeper kiss." Gayle spoke very quietly, her mind reliving the kiss.

"After the kiss, and it was sooooooo erotic! she stepped into the tub with me and immediately moved up close and started fondling my breasts. She stroked them, cupped them in her hands, then leaned forward to suck on my nipples. It was heavenly! I reached out to touch her satin skin, moving my hand slowly downwards, to her pussy, just under the water." Gayle said, her voice wistful sounding now.

Closing her eyes so she could 'see' the action again, Gayle continued her story, "I wanted to taste her pussy but touching was good enough for the moment. Gina sat down on one of the seats and pulled me to her. She was very aggressive, more demanding then I had figured she'd be!" Gayle laughed at this..

"I thought the Ice Maiden would take awhile to 'defrost,' boy...was I ever wrong! SHE was obviously planning to fuck me before I could fuck her or something like that..(giggle) which was perfectly fine with me. Jax had gotten drinks for us and when he brought them back, he joined us in the jacuzzi. Gina stopped sucking on my tits and took her drink after welcoming Jax in the tub with a french kiss. I moved around so I could touch his cock, which, by the way, was very stiff."

"Drinks were finished or forgotten quickly. We chatted, stroked each other, sucked, licked, talked a little, kissed, and groped until Jax got out of the tub and put a video on. He got comfortable on the bed and moved his eyes from us to the action on the televison screen, playing with his dick the whole time." she said, then stopped to sip her cold drink before going go.

"Gina climbed out of the tub next, taking my hand and pulling me out too. We moved to the bed where Jax was, she took a towel and started drying me off. I've never had anyone do it the way Gina dried my body. Wow! It was so thrilling I thought my legs would give out! She patted and licked the water drops off of me, stopping between my legs to suck my clit." Gayle's eyes were closed and one hand moved between her legs, seeking what Gina had licked so well.

"Mmmmmmmm...damn she can sure lick pussy..."she breathed. "I almost came the minute her lips pressed into my snatch, I was so excited by then, but she stopped before I did, and pushed me down onto the bed. Climbing in between Jax and I, Gina took his cock in her hand and started jerking him off. She pushed me down between her legs, and I went willingly."

Gayle's hand had found it's way up her skirt and was busy rubbing her little nub. Pussy juice coated her fingers as she became more and more excited by the story she told. Her legs parted to allow her hand better access. Gayle's eyes were closed as she spoke, "I moved between her thighs and used my fingers to part her pussy lips, then my tongue went to work on that beautiful cunt!"

Now she was squirming in her seat again, her fingers pushing into her wetness. "Ooooooh yeah, she was incredible. I couldn't get enough, she tasted so delicious in my mouth. I glanced up at her face but couldn't see it, she and Jax were pretty busy kissing. Then he got on his knees so she could suck his cock." Gayle sighed deeply, the returned to her tale, "It was incredible watching Gina suck Jax's cock. Maybe just because it was another woman, but I don't think so. It was because it was GINA, the Ice Maiden, she was thawing out fast, or so it seemed. She would lick from the base of his dick to the tip, then swallow the WHOLE thing like it was a popcicle, her favorite flavor too. (giggle). I mean...she engulfed his meat with her red lips around it and sucked it down fast!"

"I was eating her pussy like it was to be my last meal on Earth. I felt her shudder with an orgasm and my face was instantly covered in wetness. Gina is delicious! While I ate her and she sucked Jax, he had managed to get me turned so he could finger my pussy, which was dripping by then." Gayle said with a big grin.

"After she came on my face, she really went to town on his cock! I could hear her sucking him off, which turned me on big time." Gayle said. "He was groaning after a little while and I saw him go stiff for a second and I knew he was going to shoot his load in her mouth. She knew it too and doubled her efforts!"

Gayle smiled again then went on with the telling, "She started swallowing as he shot his cum into her hot mouth. She swallowed a lot of it but some started leaking from her mouth and ran down her chin. I saw it drip on her tits so I moved up and licked it off."
"Finlly finished cumming, Jax pulled her to him and kissed her hard then pulled me up and kissed my mouth hard too. We were locked together, our tongues probing each other's mouth. I felt something against my pussy lips and realized it was Gina's tongue." Gayle told in a whispery voice that was full of desire.

"It was so warm and gentle at first. Her fingers found my entrance and started to wiggle their way inside my wet cunt, while her tongue danced around my clit, making me moan into Jax's mouth. My hand was holding his cock and I started jerking it as we kissed. I could feel it start to get hard again."

Gayle's eyes were closed as she told how things heated up to a blaze between the threesome. "I couldn't help but moan as Gina finger fucked me and Jax sucked my tongue into his hot mouth. My hips started to jerk and Gina grabbed my ass in one hand and pulled me tightly to her face. She stuck her tongue in along with her fingers, driving me over the edge..." she said, then sighed again. A long, drawn out sigh this time.

She continued describing the scene, "My heart was pounding as Jax pulled away and gently lay me back against the pillows. He moved behind Gina, who still had her face buried in my snatch, and I watched as he started licking her cunt from behind. She wiggled her ass back and fourth against his face and I felt her moaning in my pussy. It was like a little vibrator when she did. I was ready to cum again and did when she lifted my ass up and stuck a finger in it!"

Gayle took a deep breath of air before returning to her story. She opened her eyes and smiled, then said, "I thought I'd never stop orgasming! I was so hot I'm surprised I didn't burst into flames!" she laughed. "Jax had slid into Gina's pussy doggystyle and was pounding away. I could hear his grunts of pleasure with each thrust and could tell Gina was loving it. I managed to roll out from under her so I could move down and suck her clit while my husband fucked her good and hard!"

"I could hear Gina saying 'Yeah, thats it..fuck my pussy...fuck me hard! Yes..thats good..harder..ooooooh oh oh..suck my clit baby, yes suck and fuck me! Oh yeah..yeah ..uh huh..ooooh...fuck...I'm cummmmmmming! I knew Jax was cumming too! Deep inside her cunt while I still sucked her clit. I tasted his cum mixed with hers. God, it was great!" she finished.

After a moment Gayle said with happy smile on her face, "I enjoyed the threesome a great deal and we've made plans to do it again! That first night lasted the whole night through. It seemed like the three of us were meant to be together sexually and couldn't get enough of each other. I had at least 15 orgasms before it was over. Gina not only melted but melted into us!" she laughed. Suddenly Gayle added.."By the way, everybody won the bet!"

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As my lips pulled back from Becky's cum-coated face it suddenly struck me: I had never really kissed another woman before. I think the last time my lips had kissed another woman on the mouth was at a sleep-over party as a young girl. How else is a young lady to learn how to kiss properly? We certainly can't learn by kissing young boys can we?

Those early kisses meant nothing really. This kiss on the other hand meant so much more. My feelings about this are hard to express. It surely wasn't love I felt. Becky was a fabulous young woman but I really didn't know her all that well.

But was it lust? Yes certainly; but it wasn't lust that gave the kiss so much meaning. It had something to do with the cum. The powerful smell of cum on Becky's face and the unbelievable impact of its taste exploding on my tongue was playing weird tricks on my mind.

Carl and I had married a couple of years earlier. We had started dating seriously several years before that. During that time our sex together had evolved into a rare bond between us. It took lots of time and some guts to discover a kinky side to each other that we didn't really know we had.

Let me give you an example. Several months before the ice storm, Carl returned from a two week long business trip overseas. We normally have phone sex when he is away for this long, but this proved impractical on this trip due to the difference in time zones. We were both horny as hell as a result.

His plane from London landed at about 2 PM. He was home by 4 and I was there to meet him. He attacked me like an animal. After some passionate kissing, we ripped off our clothes and I readied myself for some serious fucking. Carl needed nothing to get ready; his cock was as hard as I had ever seen it. It was almost purple in color and literally dripping with pre-cum. And it was taking dead aim at me. Oh goody.

Just as I thought I would finally get his cock, Carl muttered something about "missing me so fuckin' much"; then his head dove down to my pussy. Forget gentle tongue licking: I was being thoroughly eaten out. Although I wasn't really expecting this and my pussy was begging to be fucked, Carl was not to be denied. At that moment he needed to eat my pussy even more than he needed to fuck it.

It took maybe a minute for me to cum the first time. It was one of those quick powerful orgasms that make my hips snap and jerk. I think I may have screamed.

The rush of my juices only made Carl want to feed on me more. He lifted up my hips and forced a couple of pillows under my butt then dove back in.

There was nothing gentle about this. I didn't need gentle sex and he wasn't offering any. At one point, I remember the bridge of his nose pressed firmly into my clit, with the rest of his nose and his mouth digging deeply into my cunt. I swear I think he would have put his whole head into my pussy if it were possible.

When a man wants you this bad, there is only one possible response. I gave in. Then I came again and again and again.

At some point I must have passed out from all the cumming. When I came to Carl was cuddling me gently and stroking my hair. I was purring like a little kitten. After a few minutes, I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. The twinkle in his eyes and the little grin on his face was priceless.

Then I took a closer look. His face was covered in me. I said something brilliant like "Oh my." I leaned down and rubbed my nose on his. It felt so slippery that we had a little mock sword fight with our noses. Then I raised my mouth to swallow as much of his nose as I could; I slowly and gently sucked my pussy juice from it.

Tasting my own juice on a man's face may seem nasty to you. To me this is one of life's most intimate moments. I took his head in my hands, stared deeply into his eyes, and then lowered my mouth to his. At first his mouth tasted more like my pussy than his mouth, but the longer we kissed the more my flavor faded and his returned.

After our kiss, my eyes drifted down to his cock. It was stiff as iron and pointed right at me with its red helmet dripping with pre-cum. I think I said something like "hot damn"; I wish I could have thought something more flattering. His cock needed me in the worst way.

My hand had found its way to his leg right above the knee. I ran it slowly upwards towards his angry dick. His stomach muscles clinched and he moaned out loud.

"Em if you touch it I think I'm gonna cum. I can't help... I don't think I can stop it. Please be careful."

"Geez Carl you should have jerked off or something. I've never you seen you this bad before." I joked.

My fingertips had made it up to his balls. His body stiffened even more. He wasn't joking about cumming. I could sense that it wouldn't take much to set him off. My first thought was to climb on top and mount him. He'd be out of his misery in a second flat. Plus my pussy needed his cock in the worst way. Then I had a second thought.

I rolled over on my back and pulled Carl over on top of me. I reached down, grabbed his butt, and pulled him up to my chest.

"Carl I want you to show me exactly how much you have been missing me. How much cum have you been saving up for me baby?"

This was a perfect opportunity to see how much cum he could shoot. A while back Carl had shown me a porno movie; the stud in the movie came like a firehouse. How close could Carl come to matching that dude? Plus, I knew that Carl would cum so quickly right now that he would have to give me a proper fucking later tonight anyway.

Carl was in no condition to argue. He just needed release.

I wrapped my right hand around the base of his steel pipe of a cock. As I drew my hand up to the swollen cock head his lube juice coated the tight ring formed by my thumb and index finger. I used this to lube his entire cock. I re-gripped his cock near the head and gave it a squeeze. His cock helmet swelled to an incredible size and turned a deep shade of reddish-purple. The mouth of his cock puckered open and a large drop of clear cum boiled out.

Carl's tilted his head back and closed his eyes. I could tell he was really trying to fight off his orgasm. It was a loosing battle. I reduced the pressure of my grip on his big dick then I tightened it again. I waited a few seconds then I did this again. More pre-cum bubbled out. I could resist no longer. I raised my head and gently gathered the precious juice on the tip of my tongue. The pungent flavor soon filled my entire mouth. I swooned: finally my man was back where he belonged.

"Hey Carl. Look at me Carl. I want you to keep your fuckin' eyes open and watch this." Carl couldn't tell whether I was joking or serious, but he did exactly as I asked.

I started to slowly pump my hand up and down the entire length of his prick. My grip pressure was very firm; I felt no pity. This bastard had left me alone for two weeks and he was going to pay dearly. Today was pay day.

"Cum now Carl. Cum now damn it." I commanded. All he could do was groan and give me a low hissing "Oooh" sound.

Then his cock blasted off. The first thick rope of cum flew past my wide open eyes and landed near the top of my head. I increased the speed of my pumping to synch up with his explosions. The second rope was even thicker than the first; it also overshot my face to land in my hair.

Then his cock started firing off like a machine gun with rapid-fire little squirts of cum that plastered my nose from top to bottom. I momentarily lost a bit of courage so I turned his cock just slightly to the side. Just then a massive glob of glorious white cum fell out of his cock and landed with a thud on my left cheek.

With his cum starting to ooze out in a more manageable flow I turned it back toward my mouth and opened wide. My reward was a generous dollop of white hot Carl-cum right in my mouth. A second dollop landed half in my mouth and half on my lower lip.

Later that night Carl and I returned to regular form with some grand fucking, sucking, etc. Over breakfast the next morning I made a special point telling Carl just how much I enjoyed my facial. I also told him he had passed his porn-star audition.

So back to Becky and me in the hallway at the Embassy Suites. As I looked at Becky once more, it suddenly dawned on me. With twin trails of cum on her forehead, a cum-covered nose, and cum all over her cheek and chin, she would never look more like me than this. We had matching facials. I suppose it would have been funny if I wasn't so fucking horny. The taste of her lover's cum in my mouth had ignited a fire in me. I needed to cum bad.

"Becky we better get out of this hallway. Half of McLean can see us now." I told her as I took her hand and lead her back down towards our room.

We got to the door to her room first. I didn't really have a plan at this point. As we slowed by her door I swallowed again sending tiny bits of leftover sperm into my throat. The man who had made this delicious brew was behind door number 1. I would have gladly followed Becky inside. But Becky had made eye contact with Carl further down the hall. Her gentle tug on my arm was clear: she wanted to come to our room.

I made a gesture to Becky that asked the question "but what about him" meaning her lover. She only said "Not now; maybe later." I wouldn't find out until later why she didn't want me to see her lover. That's another story.

As we approached Carl he turned and walked back into our room and held the door open for us. Becky smiled sheepishly at Carl as she walked past him. What do you say to a guy when your face is plastered with another's guy juice?

"Hi Becky. Remember me? I'm Carl."

After an awkward moment or two, Becky gathered herself.

"Sure Carl. I could never forget you or Emily. I always thought that you and Emily were awesome."

She said this in such a way that I felt she really meant it. I decided to press the issue.

"Becky, you want to fuck Carl don't you?" I asked.

"Uh, Emily, sure. I'd really love to fuck Carl. But could I ask you something first?"

"Sure Becky. What is it?"

"Well, Emily, I'm not quite sure how to put this. But could you and Carl... Could you and Carl please fuck each other, while I uh ... watch."

Becky explained later how she had had a school girl crush on Carl. She was in high school when Carl and I started dating. Becky had often fantasized about our lovemaking. Strangely she claims she was not jealous of me. She didn't want to take Carl from me. What she wanted was to experience how it felt to be me as I made love to a man she felt she could never have.

The three of us were soon on the bed. Becky and I sat side by side on the edge of the bed as Carl stood beside us removing his shirt. I reached for his belt buckle. Becky looked on as I pulled his pants to the floor.

"Becky, Carl and I have learned to share something we think is very special. Can I tell you?" I asked and she nodded yes.

"We have learned to talk to each other. To tell each other things. Everything really. We try to tell each other our inner thoughts. It helps make the sex that much better. We fuck each others minds as well as our bodies. If you are going to be with us you need to do that too. Do you think you can do that?" I explained.

Becky blushed and took a little gulp of air. "I think so. That sounds really neat. Do you really tell him everything?"

Before I could answer I reached for the waistband of Carl's boxers. The tent made by his cock was unmistakable. So was the large wet spot on his shorts. I glanced up at Carl who was looking down at me and the beautiful young woman sitting next to me.

I pulled his boxer's straight down; the elastic waistband bent his cock down. Eventually the cock sprung free and bounced upwards. Carl has a nice thick cock with a perfectly flared helmet. It may not be the longest dick in the world but it gets bone hard. I love it.

"Tell me what you think of Carl's cock Becky."

"Oh my Emily. It is so fuckin' beautiful. It's even better than I imagined. Can I touch it?" Becky asked as she reached over and took his cock in her small, delicate hand. It made me ache in the pit of my stomach as I saw our pretty young friend hold Carl's cock for the first time.

"It's really, really, really thick. And it's so hard. Does he always get this hard?"

I could only smile and say, "Well it might be a little harder than usual."

Becky then leaned over and quickly but gently took the entire head of his cock into her mouth. I watched as she closed her eyes to concentrate on the taste of him. Carl swooned and gasped. All of this was taking place right in front of my face. I had a ring side view. Seeing her full lips strain to encircle his cock and watching the sucking movement in her cheeks was incredible. I never knew how beautiful a woman could look with a cock in her mouth.

Becky then pulled back. As the cock head slowly emerged from her mouth, her lips stayed firmly in touch with it following every sexy curve. Carl's cock mouth reappeared, but Becky's tongue stayed with it licking slowly but deeply into the open slit. She loved cock as much as I do.

"Sorry Emily. I couldn't help myself." Becky said to me. Just as I was about to respond, our little sex angel continued. "Carl you need to fuck Emily now. And I need to see it all."

It took me only a moment to shed my clothes. Soon I was lying on my back with Becky at my side. Carl was sitting back between my legs. His cock was standing erect pointing more or less at the ceiling. Carl gripped my legs from behind my knees and pushed my legs up to my shoulders and spread them wide. My pussy lips were pouting outwards and glistening with wetness. No more foreplay was needed. I needed cock.

"Allow me." Becky said as she reached again for Carl's cock. She pointed it downwards towards my pussy. With her other hand she reached for my pussy. The touch of her fingers hit me like a lightening bolt. Damn it felt good. Gentle. Soft as silk. She spread my pussy lips as Carl moved his hips toward me. His cock head entered me smoothly. Then the thick shaft of Carl's cock pushed my pussy open. Becky pulled her hands back but gave my clit a little brush as she did so. My back arched upwards towards the source of all this pleasure.

Carl fucked me good. I mean he really fucked me long and hard. It was so intense I lost track of Becky. I do remember my orgasm however. It was one of my best ever. Carl's cock was never any harder. He pounded me straight through my entire orgasm. My whole body was shaking. Just as the orgasm started to build to its final climax, Becky put her mouth over mine and kissed me as hard as I have ever been kissed. It was a good thing she did because I'm sure I would have screamed my head off if she hadn't. This hotel room was not the time or place to scream at the top of my lungs.

As my orgasm faded Carl's started to build. Becky moved her mouth from mine to his. He drove his cock deeply into me and then his body froze as stiff as a board and began to shake uncontrollably. I could feel my pussy being flooded with his hot cum. Then Carl collapsed beside me. Becky was on one side and he was on the other. Both were gently kissing me and each other. I felt so fucking peaceful at that moment.

A few moments passed and I found myself kissing Carl as we savored our good fortune. It was then that I felt Becky's soft hands on my hips turning me towards her. As I turned I soon realized that she had flipped herself around on the bed. Before I knew it she had pulled me on top of her with my pussy over her head and her's right in front of my face.

I then felt one of the most incredible feelings of my entire life. Her perfectly soft girl lips pressed into my pussy. Her tongue stroked briefly at my clit which instantly returned to full hardness. Then her tongue dug deeply into my cunt. Her mouth started to suck. I couldn't believe what was happening. I could feel Carl's cum being drawn out of my body towards her mouth. My first reaction was to try to move away. Surely Becky didn't want to suck Carl's cum from me like this. But she would not be denied.

As the cum moved in me towards her mouth I could sense something else. There was a growing bond between this woman and me. I could feel in my gut exactly what she needed. She needed to cum too. She needed my mouth on her pussy just like hers was on mine. Although I have never ever had the least desire to have sex with a woman before I knew I needed to do this.

My mouth lowered to Becky's pussy. It was incredibly sexy. Open like a delicate flower, framed by a perfectly trimmed hint of pussy hair, and openly waiting for my lips. I could feel Carl's hand on the back of my head pushing me down to her pussy. I didn't really need the encouragement.

Her taste was unforgettable. It was a taste I had known before. This was the taste I had found on Carl's face on that afternoon he had made me cum so hard. It was my taste; instead of finding it on Carl's scratchy cheeks I found it on the hottest and smoothest pit of flesh I have ever touched.

My tongue moved up and down her pussy lips and then dove deeply into her pussy itself. Becky's tight pussy grasped my long tongue and pulled firmly. My mind was reeling from all the sensations. The pussy I was kissing was so familiar. I felt in some strange way that this was my pussy. When would I ever have the change to explore my own pussy like this again?

At about this point I could feel that Carl's load was completing its journey from my inner depths. I could tell that Becky was struggling with the massive quantity. I could only imagine how nasty it tasted. She had a lot of fucking cum to eat.

I found a way to help her. My tongue pulled back from Becky's pussy and pressed firmly onto her clit. Somehow I knew exactly how to lick that clit. I knew exactly how to make her cum the hardest. Becky arched her back and pulled her mouth from my pussy. I could hear her cries of "Oooh GOD" muffed by the mess of Carl's cum still coating her mouth. I lapped long and hard on her clit through her orgasm then moved my mouth back down to her pussy. It was flooded with glorious girl juice that I drank without hesitation.

Becky raised her tongue back to my clit and returned the favor. I came again. This was a quieter orgasm than my first with Carl but no less satisfying. After I came I could sense Becky had completed her meal. She collapsed to the bed. I took a moment to catch my breath then I turned around to hug her and kiss her deeply. I used my tongue to clean her messy face as best I could.

Soon I felt Carl's breath on my face. He kissed me first. Then he lowered his mouth and I watched as he kissed sweet Becky long and deep.

Gosh how I love this man.

The End

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Village Slave. Stories of female domination

Well this was supposed to be summer, and all it seemed to do was rain. We had been trying to get a long weekend away for the last couple of months.

Finally, the forecast was looking good for the forthcoming weekend, so arrangements were made.

My husband and I decided to go down south for three days of fun and sex. We made our way down on the Thursday evening and booked into a small hotel in a fishing village on the coast.

Friday was spent walking on the beach and sunbathing. I decided to do some nude sunbathing in this cove, so I stripped off and lay on my towel. About an hour had passed by, Chas had gone for a scramble over the rocks, when I noticed two young lads of about 19 watching me from behind a large rocky outcrop. I decided to give them a show. I started to rub my tits and pinch my nipples making them stand up large, then moving one hand down to my pussy, first rubbing along the lips then inserting two fingers into my moist shaven cunt and frigging myself to a climax moaning out loudly all the while.

The two lads now had their cocks out and were wanking them, so I called out to them to come over and let me do that, they were soon there. I took hold of the hard cocks, one in each hand and began rubbing them up and down. One of the lads put his hand on my tits and began to squeeze them, and pinch my nipples, this gave the other lad a signal to try his luck, so he slid his hand down to my cunt and started fingering me. I said wouldn't they rather put their hard cocks in my hot cunt, and this was immediately down, a hard cock was soon pounding away inside me, I was shouting for him to fuck me harder, I was still wanking the other one, he was urging his mate on, telling him to hurry up as he wanted to fuck the tart. He soon came shooting one wad deep inside me, and another over my belly. He was replaced by his mate who shagged away like a demon, while I licked the other clean. He came soon and after sucking him of any last remnants of come they got dressed and said goodbye and disappeared. Just then Chas came back and said he had watched the whole show from behind the rocks, and with that, turned me over and gave me a good ass fucking which I like.

That evening we had a meal at a restaurant on our way back to the hotel. The meal was good, and my husband had been fingering my naked cunt (I had no underwear on, Chas likes me like that) under the table, I had to bite my lip to stiffen my moans a couple of times when I cum, so by the end of the evening I was dying for it.

It was getting late when we made our way back to the hotel, and on our way just as we were approaching a small village up on the moors still quite a few miles from base, the car began to make a strange noise, shudder, then cut out, not starting again on trying. Chas had a look around, there seemed to be only a pub, small rundown garage, shop, and about a dozen or so houses all in darkness accept the pub, as it was about 11.30pm at night.

Chas went into the pub, and came out about ten minuets later with a fit looking man of about in his thirties. They came over to the car, and Chas lifted the bonnet. The man looked the engine over and fiddled with a few bits, Chas turned the engine over, a few words were spoken by the mechanic to Chas to which he started ageing with him, the man walked off. I got out of the car and asked what the problem was, Chas said the chap told him it would need a bit of work, and he couldn't or wouldn't do it until Monday. He had told him we had to be home by Monday but to no avail. There was also nowhere to stay in this god-forsaken village.

We went into the pub to try once more. It was a dingy place with lots of smoke and about 10-11 men excluding the mechanic ranging in age from about 19 to 50s years of age. They were all looking me up and down, and I guess making lewd comments about me as I was dressed in a short, tight black dress, black stockings, suspenders, and high stiletto shoes on. Chas asked him again to no avail, then looking straight at me, laughed and said " I'll tell you what, I'm a betting man, we'll toss a coin, Tails you win and I'll fix your car free of charge tomorrow, Heads I win, mister you can stay in the room above the garage, and the women stays with me for the weekend. This causes some shouting and cheering from the rest of the men. My husband said no way, so the mechanic shrugged his shoulders and said fair enough.

At this point I step in and say, if we agree to this and he wins fair enough, but with some conditions, if he wins we still want the car fixed free of charge Sunday afternoon, he thinks about this for a moment then laughs and agrees. Chas says he not sure about this, but I tell him I don't want to sleep in the car for a couple of days, and anyway win or loose we get the car fixed for free. Chas says yes, but if we loose you know you will probably get a good shagging for a couple of days. I say yes, but you know I love a good shagging. I then say toss the coin. It is tossed and falls on the floor where it rolls, spins a few times, and then lands facing heads up. The mechanic smiles, throws some keys to Chas and says see you Sunday afternoon. I tell him everything is fine, a bets a bet, so he leaves and makes his way to the garage, the mechanic shouting after him, that there is a party at the pub Saturday night if he wants to come.

As soon has he as left, the man looks me over then tells me I am his slave to do what ever he wants, when he wants for the next couple of days, then tells me to take off my dress. All the men are grinning as I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor, now standing in just my stockings, suspenders, and shoes. Tits, ass, and shaven cunt on show to all. The mechanic tells me he likes a slut who is always ready for fucking, not wearing any underwear. He throws my dress to the barman and tells him to put it under the bar as I will not be needing it for the next couple of days, as I am going to stay like this from now, and to go wherever he goes, that he is going to parade me around the village showing everybody what a fucking slut I am.

I begin to object and with that I receive a sharp hard slap across my ass causing some pain, and I am told to shut up, I say yes to which there is another painful slap across my ass, and he says yes what, yes master I say. All the men are laughing as my face as well as the cheeks of my ass grow red. Good he says, now go and lie across that table over there and spread your legs. I walk through the men my tits jiggling and my ass swaying, getting pinched and touched up on the way, then lay down on my back across the table, and opening my legs showing the insides of my moist, smooth cunt to all. He walks across to me and starts to rub my cunt then inserts a finger then two until he has four fingers in me. With his other hand he mauls my tits, taking great pleasure in making me cry out as he pinches and pulls my nipples. He's telling me what a big cunt I have got, that I must have had a lot of cock making good use of it. Through my moans I say yes master that is what I like to be used for.

After I have climaxed from his frigging, he knells down between my legs and goes to work on me with his tongue, licking up and down my cuntlips then pushing his tongue deep into my hole. I can hear all the other men laughing and cheering him on, one of them says look at the slag grinding her cunt into his face to make her cum. I cum hard this time, pouring my love juices onto his face, he stands back up and tells me I am now going to get my first fuck of many this weekend, and rams his large hard cock roughly into me, pulling back out then shoving it back in hard, reaming me out. Your going to be well used slut from now, when I'm finished my friends are going to have some fun with this body, OK slave he says, I answer yes master.

For the next 4 hours or so, I am fucked continuously everywhere, cocks are shoved in my cunt, ass, and mouth, several times all three at once. Loads of cum are pumped into and onto my body, and swallowed. I am shagged over tables, the bar, taken outside on bonnets of cars, and in the back of a dirty old pickup truck. By the end of the night I am covered in a mixture of cum, beer and dirt, and have love bites, scratches and other marks from being punished all over my body. And my cunt and ass ache.

The next morning (Saturday) I shower, having slept on the floor for what was left of the night, then take the mechanic his breakfast, which after he has finished I have to give him a blow job then fuck him. After he has dressed he takes me to work with him, I am still only allowed to wear my stockings and shoes, he tells me he has some calls to make and I am to accompany him. Over the day I am paraded around the village, everything on show to all. Some of the men take advantage of this and are allowed to shag me, or I give them blow jobs, the women just laugh and call me names like slut, whore and slag, and tell me that all a cumslut like me is any use for is for the men folk to fuck, to have use of my body whenever and wherever they want. All I am allowed to say to this is, "yes, I am a slut, and that all I am good for is fucking".

That afternoon The women say I should be placed in the stocks which they still have on the village green, so I am taken along and my head and hands are fastened in, and I am bent over at the waist, a sign is hung around my neck saying "this women is a slut and should be used as one". I am like this for several hours and during this time men take advantage of my nakedness and fuck my waiting ass or cunt, sometimes in front of a cheering audience. My hanging tits are molested, being squeezed and pulled, and my nipples pinched hard. The women whip my ass, punishing me for being such a whore, leaving red marks across my ass and thighs. During this my husband comes over and says "do you still recon you should have tossed that coin" I just say "I bet your loving seeing me humiliated like this, you bastard" he just laughs and says "I bet you are loving it really you slut" I say " perhaps I am". He walks away then, leaving me to everybody's use. Everybody in the village taunts me, calling me obscene names and molesting my naked body. Playing with my tits, fingering and probing my open cunt, and thrashing my exposed flesh.

When I am finally released, I am allowed to shower and told to only put back on my high heel shoes and a studded dog collar he gives me. When done he attaches a lead to it and Takes me over to the party at the pub, leading me by the lead and naked. Once in there he announces to the crowd that his slave is for the entertainment of them for the evening, for whatever use they want. I am soon lead away by a group of young men to their table, where I am fondled then repeatedly fucked in all holes by them.

After them, another man put on a show who's cock must of been at least 13 inches long and as thick as my arm, apparently none of the other women would let him near them because he was so big, but they were all urging him on as he slammed his massive tool into my sloppy, cum filled cunt, stretching it to the limit, boring it out, making me gasp and cry out as he rammed it in to the hilt, his balls slapping against my ass, and roughly mauling and slapping my tits with his rough calloused hands. For the rest of the evening, cocks are pummelled into my orifices. I put on shows having all three holes fucked at the same time as well as wanking others. Cocks are wanked between my tits, women slap my flesh and spit on me, callind me a whoreing slut, I am given objects to wank myself off with, and I am also made to lick and probe with my tongue the womens musty cunts and all the men assholes.

After every man had either fucked one or all of my holes, my master took me outside followed by the crowd and tells me he wants a piss and to lay down on the ground in the dirt. I lay down and he takes his cock out and begins to piss over me, showering my naked squirming body with the warm golden liquid, it mixing with the cum, beer and dirt on my body. Several of the other men decide to do he same and stand all around me, their piss flows over my tits, running down my belly and between my open leg, mixing with the cum running out of my abused cunt and asshole. One man grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back telling me to open my mouth while a couple of them piss over my face and hair and in my mouth.

When they have finished, I am dragged to a nearby tree were ropes are tied around each wrist and thrown over one of the branches and pulled until I am fully stretched with my feet just on the ground and my arms above my head. My ankles are then spread apart and each tied to metal pegs that are hammered into the ground until I am tied spread-eagled to the tree.

I am left like that with the cum and piss now drying on me. I had noticed Chas there during the evening, but he had not interfered with the proceedings, in fact he had joined in with them, enjoying watching his wife gangbanged and used in this way, and I must admit to being turned on doing these things in front of him.

The rest of the night I am left hanging there with men and women coming to use me when they want, some fuck my cunt or ass some more, others just come out to empty their bladders over me. The women have fun making me cum by frigging me with bottles, dildoes, vibrators, or whatever they decide to shove up my pussy or ass. They also enjoy whipping my ass, and even my tits and cunt with belts, taking delight in hearing my cries echoing through out the night, and watching my tortured body writhe as the leather makes contact with my naked flesh.

Early Sunday morning I am finally cut down, my naked body now a mess of dried cum, piss, mud, and beer, and covered with bites, scratches, and belt marks as I am helped back to have a shower and a rest. The car is fixed, the mechanic saying I have earned that. He asks if I have enjoyed being the village slave for the weekend, and having my body used and fucked so many times, being treated as nothing more than a whore and slut by everyone including the women. I tell him that every now and then I get off being like this, that I like being used just for sex, and that it's a turn on when there is a crowd watching. I add that the women are probably only jealous of the fun I'm having, and haven't the nerve to do it themselves.

As we drive off he says "well you really are one hell of a slut aren't you, come back sometime, we'll make sure you have some more fun. I laugh and say that maybe the next time the car needs servicing you can do it for free after you have all serviced me. "That's a deal," he shouts back.

We make our way back to the hotel then home. On the way home Chas says he recons I am getting worse, I tell him that I enjoy our sexual experiences, but this one was about the limit, as I will need another break to get over this one, and that my ass and cunt will be aching for about a week.:-)

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VIP Titty-Bar Treatment. Female muscle domination

I lived in St. Louis in the late 80s and early 90s. Across the Mississippi River in Illinois is where all the strip joints and hot tub places are, and most of the girls who worked over there were students or had "regular" jobs and were just picking up extra dough. So they were virtually all young and very good-looking—hardly a skank in the bunch. Most of the customers, like me, were businessmen from St. Louis, where you could have a naked hottie in your lap in less than a 10-minute drive from downtown.

East St. Louis, Sauget, Centerville, and other nearby little Illinois towns had high unemployment from all the manufacturing and chemical plants that had closed down, and crime was rampant. The first time I drove over there I got all turned around and actually saw a guy walking down the street with an AK-47. Don't know if he was a good guy protecting himself or a bad guy up to no good, but I chose not to ask him for directions and find out.

Anyway, the point is, the cops over there had better things to do than bust the strip joints, and the communities direly needed the tax base they provided, so things got very wild inside them—especially if you were a regular customer and the girls got to know you.

My favorite time to go there, PT's and Diamond Cabaret--which were only half a mile apart and under the same management--was in the late afternoon by myself on weekdays. The lunch crowd had cleared out by then and the after-work crowd had not yet come in. The evening shift girls were just coming in and the day shift ones were about to get off, so it was usually slow with very few customers.

The first time I went to PT's, as soon as I walked in the door, I went in the men's room stall to take a dump—a case of I-cannot-wait-another-moment. I did my business, flushed, and the toilet ran over and flooded the floor. I went to wipe, but, in my haste, had not noticed that there was no toilet tissue. It was then that I saw that the roll, along with my fecal boli, was in the commode—that's what caused it to run over. Some vandal had plugged it up. Not a problem. I'd just go into the adjacent stall and get some TP from it.

But the stall door would not open. I turned the lock as hard as I could, and the handle just twisted off in my hand, leaving the bolt in the locked position and the door secure as the hinges of hell. I pushed and shook and rattled the door, but couldn't get the damn thing open to save my life. Great. Here I am alone locked in a strange bathroom with no tissue and a dirty ass.

With the floor flooded with piss and shit, I wasn't about to go under the stall wall, so I slipped my shorts off, hung them on the hook, and used the toilet as a step to go over the top. My shoes being wet against the slippery porcelain, when I made a strong push-off, I slipped, and my entire right foot immersed in the water—smashing a soft turd into the suede of my brand new New Balance running shoes and soaking my sock in piss-water.

Clawing the wall as I fell, I knocked the heavy ring of keys from the shallow pocket of my running shorts. Guess where they landed? Yep, right into the commode. In fact, they disappeared down the drain, from which my foot had just conveniently dislodged the roll of tissue. I reached into the filthy drain and retrieved the keys, now encrusted with the excrement of perhaps a thousand men. My keyless remote never did work after that.

I have an especially high frustration tolerance, but at that point, I was boiling mad, exacerbated by the fact that I could hear the loud music and the DJ's stale jokes from the club. So, with adrenaline pumping, I cleared the wall like Teddy Roosevelt attacking San Juan Hill. In so doing, the entire metal wall separating my stall from the next ripped out of its moorings in the solid tile wall, making a crashing noise that sounded like all hell breaking loose and inflicting bloody gashes on my forehead, an elbow, both hands, and a knee.

It was then that the bouncer appeared. Think about it from his point of view: The restroom floor is flooded with water, urine, and feces; he has just heard a loud noise which was obviously the stall wall, now slightly bent over a commode, being torn down; and the sole person in there was a sweaty, bloody bottomless geezer with a crappy butt. What would you think?

The bouncer, who resembled Hulk Hogan, screamed, "What the fuck are you doin', asshole!!!"

Fortunately, I immediately sized up the situation correctly, and took a quiet, non-confrontational, rationale approach. It's really amazing how you can sometimes deflate a person's aggression by giving them no fight. For the aggressor, it's like socking his fist into a vat full of jelly—it just doesn't do anything. Speaking in a barely audible monotone with minimal facial inflection and body movement, I simply explained in chronological order exactly what happened, then wiped my ass with paper towels, slipped on my shorts, washed my hands and keys and shoes, and asked him if they had a first aid kit.

It worked, and he left and returned with the kit and the manager, who apologized over and over, saying someone had been intentionally stopping up the toilets, and they mistakenly thought I might be he. I told him that I had just moved to the area, what I did for a living, that I frequented "gentlemen's clubs" often, and was looking for a regular place. On the way out, we shook hands, he apologized again, and he gave me a thick stack of free passes, saying if I ever needed anything to ask him personally and consider it done.

So I never had to pay a cover charge for any of the strip joints under that company's management, and in, fact, I had so many passes that there were still a few left when I moved away from the area. I generally stopped in PT's, Diamond Cabaret, or both a couple times a week. The girls and managers and DJs got to know me, and I them, quite well. With only a handful of customers in the late afternoons, the girls were downright bored, and they'd enjoy my entertaining them with jokes and stories and chitchat.

Although I didn't hesitate to drop twenties for lap dances, a few of the girls got to like me so much they wouldn't even charge me, or do multiple dances for a single twenty. As long as I bought beers, the managers didn't pay us any mind, for they knew I referred a lot of well-heeled businessmen there who spent big bucks in the evenings.

I could tell you scores of stories, but the general routine was the same. I'd come in wearing a tee-shirt, running shoes, and shorts (I changed out of my suit at the company gym and just kept on those clothes after working out), tipped the dancers lots of ones while they stripped on stage, and go to my usual table in the most secluded spot with a couple brews.

Then one or two of the gals would come back and give me lap dances. Sometimes, when it was especially slow, several girls would come back and give me multiple multi-girl dances as we talked and laughed and carried on. Knowing me, they were sincerely friendly and totally relaxed, and I was treated like a VIP.

Cherokee was the first dancer I got to know pretty well. A tall, long-legged, medium-boobed gal in her late 20s with long, wavy blonde hair, she was married to a cop and had twin boys. She was a really, really nice person without a fake bone in her body like some dancers.

I'd been going there several months, and she was one of the girls I always made sure to get a lap dance from. I was wearing my usual thin nylon running shorts, which is like wearing nothing at all. (Not a coincidence that I wore them there!) Cherokee had extraordinarily smooth skin and danced with slow, sensuous moves, and she was sitting in my lap facing me rubbing her magnificent, big-nippled tits all over my face while sliding her barely-covered pussy up and down against the underside of my steel-hard cock.

Her bald pussy lips were bulging through the thin triangle of her thong and literally hugging my dick. Knowing I was on the brink of cumming, I tried to wriggle away, but she adjusted her position right with me, and I blew with a real intense orgasm. She knew exactly what she was doing and closed her thighs together to milk every drop of cum out of me. That felt better than 3/4 of the girls I've actually fucked.

"I've wanted to do that since the first time I gave you a dance. You're such a nice, funny guy. Stay put and I'll go get you some Kleenex from the girls' room."

She returned with the tissues, along with two more Buds on the house, and watched intently as I cleaned myself up.

"I love to make a man cum, but I've never felt comfortable doing it here at the club until now. And you've got such a pretty cock, too, so meaty and veiny," she said, stroking it softly with the long, slender fingers of one hand while tickling my balls with the nails of her other.

We sat there and talked for a while, while I finished the beers. Then it was her turn to dance again, so she tied her top back on and left for the stage while I stayed put.

She picked up the wad of Kleenex as she left, brought it up to her nose, and said, "Mmmmm, I just love that smell."

The routine was the same for all the dancers in the East St. Louis area: First dance is with top and bottom on, second dance the top comes off, and the third and final dance the bottoms come down. As long as the thong stays above the knees, the law over there considers them not to be bottomless, even though their pussy and ass is entirely exposed. Go figure, but I was not protesting!

Once in a while two girls would dance on the same stage at the same time, and this was just such an occasion. The beautiful Roxanne joined Cherokee, and they were doing a girl-girl act that had me half hard again, you know, fondling each other and licking each others' tits and playing spanky-spanky.

Roxanne was another one of my favorites there. She was a spry little 5-foot, 95-pound pixie with a dark complexion, brown, shoulder-length hair and pert D-cup boobs tipped with dark, pointy nipples with hardly any areola surrounding them. She had told me she'd had a silicone breast enhancement when she was only 17, which would have been in the mid-1980s. Curiously, though she had the best boob job I've ever seen--utterly undetectable--she said she wished she hadn't done it.

By the third dance, their bottoms were down to their knees, and they were in a 69 twiddling each other's twats, Cherokee's lippy pussy pointed right at me. It looked like they were going down on one another, and I badly wanted to leave my distant table for a close-up to see if they really were or just feigning, but my light blue shorts were printed dark with cum, and I was too embarrassed to walk all the way across the club. Frustrating!

The waitress brought me two more beers as I hid my hips beneath the table.

Shortly, Cherokee and Roxanne finished their respective lap dances with other customers and sauntered together over to my table.

"How'd you like a double lap dance, sailor?" they asked.

I reached for my wallet, but Cherokee said, "Put that away. This one's on us," as Roxanne positioned a couple chairs to block the view of the only other person in there who could see us, the DJ.

They slathered themselves all over me, Roxanne pulling up my tee-shirt to rub her lovely boobs against my chest while Cherokee first kissed her then got down on her knees out of my line of sight to nibble my cock through my cum-encrusted shorts. I liked this place! A lot!

After a myriad of positions , Cherokee eventually mounted me facing away, then, grabbing my spread knees with her hands and placing her shins on top of my shoulders, she hoisted herself up and back and smashed her barely-covered crotch right into my mouth!

With my nose right in her butt hole, I gazed down between her thighs to watch Roxanne, who was now kneeling on the floor between my legs, pull my shorts to the side and squeeze her big breasts around my raging hard cock, gently titty-fucking me so fine.

As if that were not already positively GREAT, she reached up and slid Cherokee's thong over to reveal her totally bare, sweet-smelling, freshly-shaved pussy. I mumbled something about it being only fair that I give her pleasure before flicking her clit with with my tongue and licking all the way up through her rapidly moistening big labia to make fast circles on her squinch hole. Repeat as directed, so sayeth the good doctor!

Unbelievable!!! Here I am in a titty bar with two of the hottest women to ever walk the planet eating one's pussy and getting titty-fucked by the other! And for free, no less!!!

This went on for several more songs. I felt Cherokee start to quiver, so I reached around, grasped her dangling C cups hard, and tweaked her rubbery pencil eraser nipples. She rared back into my face, literally plunging my nose INTO her bottom hole while I lick-sucked her swollen clit for all I was worth.

"I'm cumming; I'm cumming; I'm cumming," she repeated, pussy juice streaming down my chin and her whole body vibrating as she French-kissed Roxanne while she never missed a stroke with my dick in her cleavage.

Cherokee was breathing hard and her chest was heaving as I hung onto her lovely breasts. She rocked slightly forward off my mouth, and I felt the pressure of Roxanne's tits lessen around my cock. I looked down and could see that Roxanne had three fingers in her own pussy, plunging in and out extra-fast while her thumb did clit duty.

Even so, she took her free arm and wrapped it around her tits from beneath, squeezing her orbs around my shaft and maintaining the up-and-down titty-fuck action. Amazing!

Before long, I heard her say, "I'm about to cum, yous guys," and she released her arm from her boobs and put both hands to use on her itty-bitty pussy. Wow, what a sight to behold! All in the same field of view was Cherokee's ass, glistening asshole and gaping pussy, and just beyond, her dangling nipply boobs, my purple-domed missile, Roxanne's pert footballs, and--the piece de resistance--Roxanne's furiously wrong-side-outing her little pixie pussy with six fingers, three from each hand, knuckle's against knuckles.

Roxanne screamed out something unintelligible just as the song ended, and the DJ looked over our way. While he could not directly see anything, only a dunce could wonder what was going on, and I felt a twinge of paranoia.

He started another song, the Pink Floyd number that starts with, "Breathe, breathe in the air," looked away, and cracked a stale joke. Just then, Cherokee sucked my entire cock into her warm, wet mouth in one smooth motion. Talk about feel good!!!

She performed the BJ with expert precision, and Roxanne assisted by licking and nibbling my balls. Since I had cum not long before and had had a few beers, I knew I could just relax and let the girls have at me.

They took turns sucking me and simul-sucking me as I variously ate out Cherokee's pussy and ass some more, spanked her perfect, tight buns, played with her dangling boobs, and, with my long arms, even reached Roxanne's enhanced ones. As I said before, she had the best set of fake boobs I've ever had the pleasure of playing with.

I felt my cum slowly rising, but knew it would be a few minutes yet. What to do that I had not already in this position in which I was basically anchored down?

Aha! It came to me. While Cherokee was sucking my dick and Roxanne nibbling my balls, I used one foot to force the shoe on the other foot off and peel the sock off. Then I wiggled my big toe into Roxanne's pussy. It was really wet, and felt great. I could tell by her quickening breathing on my scrotum that she liked it, too.

I wriggled and wriggled it inside her pussy. Man, what an extremely tight pussy she had! Her whole crotch was sopping wet, and, in my wriggling efforts, my "ring toe" found her butt hole, and I actually managed to insert it while keeping the big toe inside her pussy.

"That's SO kinky," she said, "And SO good," just before sticking a wet finger in my asshole. Turnabout, as they say, is fair play.

Well, that's all it took, and I blew inside Cherokee's mouth in an explosion that might put Mount Pinatubo to shame.

With my cock all the way in her mouth and her throat muscles contracting around it as she swallowed over and over, coupled with Roxanne's index finger buried in my ass as she sucked my balls and tickled them with the nails of her other hand while I stuck my tongue deep into Cherokee's ass and vibrated my palms against her erect nipples, I could say it was the best orgasm of my life.

But I always say that.

Well, we kissed goodbye and, of course, there was nothing to clean up this time. I downed the last of my not-so-cold Bud and left the club just in time to avoid rush hour traffic.

When I got home I so enjoyed smelling Cherokee's pussy and ass on my hands and Roxanne's on my foot while mentally re-enacting the scene that I was hesitant to take a shower.

But I did, knowing there would probably be more occasions at those two strip joints to reapply such odors.

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