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They came to this particular bar often. It was very nice, dark and quiet. The hotel clientele was upper class and the atmosphere elegant. They soon noticed that every Thursday, the same two gentlemen came in.

Both were tall and well-dressed in three-piece suits. One had a very sexy moustache, the other was clean-shaven. Both wore wedding rings. They would sit together on stools and watch the single women. Every night, they picked one, always an attractive one, to pursue. Sometimes they were very successful and left the bar with her, sometimes they just spent some time with her and left alone.

Jeff and Kara watched them each Thursday. It became their regular evening entertainment. They would sit quietly in their booth and make comments to each other and sexy little bets about the evening's outcome. One night, Jeff said he wished he could watch them with Kara. He found the whole idea incredibly sexy. They both felt the men had never noticed Kara, after all, she was always with Jeff, and they focused on available women. Jeff mentioned it occasionally, sometimes during lovemaking, and it seemed to really excite him. Finally, Kara agreed.

The next Thursday, Kara dressed so carefully. She had a new red sundress to wear. It had tiny straps over her tanned shoulders, the back open to the waist, held together by criss-cross ties. The skirt was full and short, stopping above her knees. Kara wore strappy red sandals on her bare legs. She entered the bar alone and sat down. Jeff came in a few minutes later, and took a seat at the other end. Right on schedule, the two men entered. They stood at the door, checking their options, then zeroed in on Kara. She was by far the most attractive woman there.

They sat on either side of her and offered to buy her a drink. She quickly agreed and smiled happily at them. They knew exactly the timing for everything. They talked a certain amount of time, they listened thoughtfully for a few minutes and then they made their move. Ben slipped his fingers onto her neck and played with her curls. Jack ran his fingers up and down her arm. This was the first step, to see if she would object, and she didn't. Then Ben handed something to Jack and his fingers brushed her nipples accidentally. Still no objection. Both men reached for her hands and started embracing them. Each man kissed her palm, sucked her fingers. Kara smiled at them.

They let their other hand rest on her thigh and slowly moved it up. As if choreographed, the men moved in unison. They allowed their hands to stop at her soft inner thighs and just circle slowly there. Kara let her legs fall open, to allow them easy access. Both men moved their hands up until they touched her smooth mound. Two fingers reached out and rubbed against her slit. Two fingers traveled up and down her slit, delving deeper each time, until two fingers rested on her clit. Kara turned to Ben and kissed him deeply, tasting his tongue and lips and sighing.

Then she turned to Jack and repeated the kiss. This was the signal, and Jeff got up and walked over to them. As he stood behind Kara, she said hello to his reflection. Then she introduced her new friends, who were still busily fingering her clit. She told Jeff she had been invited to go upstairs and asked if he cared to join them. When he looked questioningly at the men, they also invited him to join them. Jeff happily agreed.

They all rode upstairs in the lovely glass elevator, Kara smiling happily and the men not believing their luck. Once in the room, Jeff said he would be happy to just watch and offered to help Kara out of her dress. As the men undressed, Jeff lifted her dress and kissed her shapely ass and then untied the strings that would release her clothing. As her dress fell from her, the men were thrilled at her beautiful, shapely little body. She sat on the bed as the men knelt down to remove her shoes.

They began at her feet, kissing and licking her legs, feeling the soft smoothness of her limbs. Jeff helped her move to the center of the bed and started to sit in a chair beside her, but she stopped him and asked him to undress also. As he did, Ben and Jack continued there travels up her lovely legs. They gently moved her legs apart and both mouths converged on her baby smooth mound at the same time.

They were licking and sucking in unison, using their fingers to massage her thighs and hold her open. She reached for their hard cocks, wrapping her fingers around both of them. Both were very impressive. She was happily massaging them when she felt a cock at her mouth. She opened her eyes in time to see Jeff over her, his magnificent erection so close. She opened her mouth and started to suck on her lover, something she had done so often before. God, she had 3 hard cocks to play with, all these hands and fingers and mouths and cocks...they were all hers, all wanted her and anxious to please her. She started moaning and begging to be fucked.

Ben was lying on his back and she straddled him, lowering herself onto his thick cock, feeling the warm flesh filling her. At first she rode him sitting very straight and then she saw Jack's hungry cock and leaned forward to take it into her mouth. She felt Jeff, her darling Jeff, licking her ass and circling his hot tongue on the wrinkled skin. She stopped sucking Jack long enough to ask Jeff to fuck her ass...her virgin ass. This was something Jeff had always wanted, but had frightened her. Now she was not afraid, now she needed him there. She felt his fingers in her wet pussy, gathering lubrication and then felt his hot cock pressing against her rosebud.

All she could think of was cock. All she wanted was to be fucked in every way possible and by all her hot men. She felt Jeff pressing into her and filling her ass. His cock moved in time with Ben, both fucking her at the same time. She felt she would explode from the sensation of fullness. At the same time, Jack was pressing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She could feel the distended veins as they passed her lips repeatedly. Someone had their hand on her nipples, someone played with her clit, she didn't know who was doing what, just that she was in heaven and didn't want it to stop. She could feel her orgasm building, the sensations coming from so many areas. As she neared her climax, Jack began coming in her mouth. She felt the hot come spurting down her throat and she swallowed happily.

As she was taking the last drops, she felt her cunt begin to spasm. She clamped down on Ben's cock and took him with her as she came so very hard and fast. As her contractions slowed, she felt Ben swell and explode deep inside her pussy and then Jeff started to make those familiar noises meaning he was coming also. Soon all the hard cocks had softened and slipped from Kara. She slowly moved from Ben and stood up. Jeff helped her dress and then dressed himself. They told their new friends what a lovely evening they had and left the room, smiling.

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In those days, I didn't wear underwear. I had long hair down to the small of my back. I was in good shape, lean and muscular, a bike rider with thick legs and a laid-back demeanor. You probably know the type.

So a certain kind of woman often responded to me. A certain kind of man, too, although I'd never given that a thought.

For my part, here's what I liked in a woman: Natural, sensual. smart. Sexual intellectuals. Open and daring, although even if they weren't, I usually got them there pretty quick.

My next door neighbor was one of the "certain kinds of women." She'd flirt, flash me, leave the window open so I could hear--and sometimes see--her having sex. She was not subtle.

One night she knocked on my door. Drunk. In a nightie. Asked for a glass of wine. Sat on the floor in front of the fire, leaning back against the couch, where I was sitting. We talked, flirted. One of us said something funny. A little time went by and I noticed she was still chuckling quietly at it. But it wasn't chuckling. It was her breath. She was playing with herself.

I leaned over, nuzzled her neck, kissed her. Slid my hand down to help her. She pressed it beneath hers, rubbed an impossibly swollen clit against my fingers, and ground against me to a quick orgasm, grunting once deeply and stiffening against my arm.

After a moment, she composed herself. Stood up. I stood too, hands on her waist, my cock straining through my jeans to get at that smooth, silken pussy I'd just felt. We kissed, rocking together. She very intentionally rubbed her pussy first up and then down the length of my erection. "Feels nice," she said. "But I can't now. Got a date over."

And with that she downed the rest of her wine, gave me another kiss, and headed out the door. Three seconds later, another knock.

"Forgot. I'm supposed to be here for a condom. Do you have one?"

I did. Will I lose you at this point if I tell you that I use the larger size? Well, stay with me anyway. Her eyes lit up. "Good to know I can still call them," she said. "I think this'll do just right."

She left with the box.

Of course I immediately headed to "our" window. And sure enough, there on her living room couch, was a guy in boxer-briefs, drinking a glass of something, looking bored. She came back in, gave him a big kiss, wasted no time. Lay him back, stroked the front of his shorts, took him out and began to suck him. She looked over to see if I was watching--which, of course, I was. Winked and nodded at his cock. He was big. Then they headed to the back of the house for more, and the show was over.

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But my type, for dating, has always been more the librarian-by-day, rocker-chick-by-night type. And for awhile, right after that night, that's exactly who I was dating--a reference librarian with a wild side. I dug her tons.

My neighbor called to me on the way out one day as I was heading to my car. "Your girlfriend's cute."

I stopped. "I agree," I said. "But don't worry, you're cute too. That guy work out?"

"For now," she said. "Til you come around."

I laughed and headed to my car.

"Hey, when can I meet her?"

What do you say to this? Uh, probably never, since you, you know, flash me and stuff? "I'm going to get her right now. You going to be out here later?"

"I might," she said. "Come over for a drink when you get back. I won't embarrass you."

I hesitated, then agreed. Then kicked myself all the way to Joni's house.

And then honestly forgot. It was all-me-and-Joni, all-the-time, right up until the time I pulled back up to my house. Sitting in the car, I told Joni the whole thing-: crazy-ish neighbor, wants to meet her, supposed to go over for a drink.

"Cool, sounds fine," Joni said, shrugging. "This is cool, right?" She indicated her sun-dress, which, yes, was righteously cool.

So we rang Chris's bell, and to my relief, she was 1) fully dressed, and 2) great. Sat us down, poured drinks, was social and kind and funny.

We talked, drank, hung out. It was very civil, if a little intoxicated.

Suddenly: "Oh my god you have the blowjob book!" Joni was looking at Chris's bookshelf. Here's the thing: Joni's blowjobs were an opera. If there are a thousand nerve endings in a cock, she found every one. I still get hard thinking about them.

"I love that book!" She got up and grabbed it from the shelf, then sat back down next to me. Showed me where she'd gotten many of the things she did to me. Chris got up and sat on the other side of Joni, and together they chatted their way through the "Illustrated Guide to 201 Blowjobs." Joni began to talk about me as if I weren't there. "He loves this. He's thick right here so I use my fingers too." "Have you tried this?" "Mmm, I'd forgotten about this." I noticed that Joni's thighs began to speckle with subtle goosebumps.

Then they got to the section on "Sharing a Cock." "This looks like you," Joni said, showing be the book. And the thing is, she was right. The cock did look like mine. And suddenly I saw that same light in Chris's eyes that I'd seen when I gave her the condoms.

"God, you think you know your neighbors," she joked.

Joni's arm had been resting on my leg as she held the book. But now she slipped it down a bit, between my legs, pressed it back against me. I was getting hard.

Long silence.

Suddenly Joni leaned forward for her drink, using it as an opportunity to rub me even more directly. She downed her wine in a single swallow.

She looked right at Chris for a moment, opened her mouth once to speak, closed it again. Then: "Let's try this," she said, pointing to an illustration of two woman, each running their tongues up either side of a cock.

"You mean now?" Chris asked.

"When else?" Joni said. "You up for it?" she asked me. Guess.

"You up for it?" she asked Chris.

Chris didn't answer. She put her drink down, shuffled over on her knees, and planted herself between my legs, with her hands on my thighs.

"You're a lucky man, neighbor," she said. She began running her hands up the insides of my thighs and pressing her palms against my now-hard cock. Joni whispered in my ear: "You're about to get even luckier."

She kissed me, ran her hand down my chest and body and met Chris's at the front of my jeans. They squeezed me together. Chris put her mouth against the front of my jeans and blew hot air. Joni grabbed the back of Chris's head and pressed her mouth harder against me.

Joni pulled away, knelt down next to me, and unbuttoned my jeans. Aware of my non-underwear proclivities, she carefully tugged the zipper down. As soon as I was free, she held me up for Chris to suck, running her thumb and forefinger up and down the very base of me as Chris's mouth worked over the head and shaft.

Joni slipped between my legs, next to Chris, put her arm around Chris's shoulder, and the two of them perfectly recreated the illustration in the book, a flattened tongue running up each side of my cock. Joni was squirming, and I looked to down to see Chris's hand between Joni's legs, working her just as she had her own clit in my house a few weeks before.

I took Joni's hand, lifted her back to the couch, slowly laid her back, and removed her thin white panties. She nestled one foot in behind my back and rested the other on my hip, just inches from where Chris was giving Joni a run for her money in the blowjob department. I leaned over, kissed her belly, her hipbones, the insides of each of those beautiful goosebumped thighs. Closer and closer to her pussy, but never quite there. I could smell her responding.

I blew on her clit, flicked my tongue between her lips, blew again. I brought the full width of my tongue in one stroke up the front of her pussy--again stopping just before reaching her clit.

Finally I teased her hood with my tongue, quick light flicks back and forth, up and down. As she started rocking in response, I pulled off again. Kissed her pussy lips, nibbled her thighs. She grabbed my head and pushed my mouth against her.

I pulled her tighter to me by the hips, pressed her hood back with my lips, and sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue faster and faster. I moved my head back and forth, keeping her clit sucked into my mouth. I opened my mouth wide against her and ran the tip of my tongue slowly along the length of her clit. Then sucked her in hard again and flicked my tongue even faster. With each variation, Joni was more and more vocal, undulating like the ocean beneath my mouth.

Chris stopped sucking me and sat watching, mouth open in imitation of mine, slowly rubbing my cock against her face and tenderly stroking Joni's calf.

Joni came like a freight train, long pulses of convulsions and incredible velvetted sighs of release. I heard Chris whisper, barely audibly, "oh my god." She was really working my cock with her hand now, seemingly not even realizing it, as Joni's body moved in smaller and smaller waves until she went momentarily still.

Judging by her breath and subtle movements between my legs, Chris was clearly rubbing herself again. Joni looked over at her, then up at me. She sat up, kissed me deep, and again whispered in my ear. "For that," she said, "you get to to fuck her."

Chris laughed and shook her head back and forth, grazing her tongue against my cock with each pass. She looked up at me and mouthed "finally."

Chris got up and retrieved one of the condoms she'd borrowed that drunken night. The two of them rolled it onto me together. We moved to her overstuffed chair, and she sat back and opened herself for me. Joni knelt next to us and tickled my ass as she watched me move into Chris. I was right: her pussy was incredible.

Chris was vocal, and clearly liked it hard. I was glad to oblige. Joni and I had very connected, sensual sex, but we rarely did the kind of raw fucking that Chris was asking for. Joni just watched and took it in, occasionally making wide-eyed and approving eye-contact with me as she ran her hands over both our bodies.

I was supporting myself on the arms of the chair and pulling almost all the way out then driving straight back down. On consecutive thrusts, pushed out in bursts of breath, Chris said these three devestating words: "Give. Me. More."

I pushed her hands back over her hand and held them with one hand. I shoved three fingers into her mouth with the other. And then I fucked her for all I was worth, literally knocking the chair back with each downstroke. She ate it up. Joni leaned forward, moved my fingers from Chris's mouth, and, for the first time, kissed her. The two women both responded to this new level of contact between them, and Chris freed her hands and wrapped her arms tightly around Joni as they kissed, grabbing and scratching at her back and clearly losing control.

With a single primal grunt and maybe too-forceful thud of her arms against Joni's back, Chris came. She stayed stiff for seemingly minutes, then let out another grunt and went limp completely.

Joni extricated herself and began kissing me like I'd just returned from war. "That was amazing," she kept saying. "Holy shit that was amazing." Chris pulled Joni back down her and they shared a more tender kiss, a whispered laugh and a word or two. Then Chris said, "Ok, lie on your back on the floor." Joni complied.

Chris sat up, I pulled out of her, and she peeled the condom off me. She positioned my cock with the head just above Joni's mouth. Then she began what I can only describe as "milking"--using one hand then the other straight down the length of me, almost like she was willing the cum to release. It was amazing.

Joni began playing with my ass, and slipped her middle finger up between the crack. She pressed my cheeks aside with her other fingers and rested the tip of her middle finger right at my hole. Chris cupped my balls and began stroking me faster, aiming me right at Joni's mouth.

Sure enough, I began to explode. Chris popped the head of my cock between Joni's lips, then stroked the cum right out of me and into Joni's mouth. Joni tried to squeeze even more out by pressing against my asshole. When they'd milked me almost dry, Chris took me out of Joni's mouth and sucked the last little bit of cum out of the tip.

She kissed me. "I'm going to give you guys a minute," she said, and headed off to the back of the house.

We got ourselves cleaned up, took a little more wine, and waited for her. When fifteen minutes went by, Joni went looking for her. She came back a moment later, looking a little stunned.

"I think you should see this," she said, taking my hand and leading me back to the part of the house I'd never seen.

And there, in Chris's cande-light bedroom, on Chris's overstuffed bed, was Chris. Face planted in the comforter, ass in the air. Getting the second fucking-of-her-life of the night, this time from the guy I'd seen through the window that first night. The same guy we'd apparently all just put on a show for. He looked over at Joni and me and tapped Chris lightly on the shoulder. She looked up at us, opened her mouth as if to say something, then suddenyl grunted a single, intense grunt and stiffened, coming at that very moment. He leaned down and began talking into her ear, something we couldn't hear, so we backed away, quietly gathered her stuff, and headed next door.

That began period of increasingly intimate and more daring experiences among us, starting with more and more explicit and intentional window-shows, and progressing to something perhaps none of us could have anticipated. But that's for the next story.

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It's early afternoon, I and a female friend of mine have been discussing our financial difficulties as of late, in our new little restaurant. It's a new place on 57th, you can go and sit at the bar or order all kinds of good, and homemade food. The problem is, it seems that somehow we're $4,000 short, and there's no way that we can make up that kind of money. Now most people would say well hell what's $4,000 that's not very much money, but when you're first starting out, and you don't have any to spare, it's worth millions...

During our conversation, a young man walks in. I see him out of the corner of my eye, but continue my conversation with my friend. He's 6' or 6'1'', chocolate brown skin, clear complexion. He has a nice body in the three piece suit he's wearing. I point him out to my friend, damn, I wonder who he is. We agree that he's fine, and go back to our conversation. He sits down at the bar near us, his eyes slide over both of us, but for some reason he keeps looking at me. I ask Rachel if she noticed, but her back's been to him so she hasn't.

I walk over to the young man in the suit and ask him if I can get him anything. He smiles softly at me and asks for a cup of coffee and a double cheese burger, no onions, and an order of fries. I stand looking into his eyes for a minute feeling drawn into them. "I didn't realize when I first looked at your eyes, that they are much lighter then they originally appear, do they change color?"

"Often," he answers and his voice makes my pussy wet, and my body shudder.

"I better see about your food sir, I'll be back." He nods, and a slight shudder goes down my spine as I turn to walk away, I try hard to hide it.

I rush back to see about his food, and nearly crumble to the floor from holding my breath. "Oh damn I want him Rach, what should I do?"

"Duh...!"

I can only laugh. I should have known Rachel would tell me to go for it lol. I walk back out with his food and set it before him. "I heard your conversation with your friend earlier."

"Oh really?"

"Yes."

"I'm actually surprised, I didn't think you could hear from where you were sitting."

"I have very good hearing." I raise an eyebrow at him, figuring it was really just Rachel's big mouth. "Anyway, it just so happens, that I deal with loans, I'm a Loan Officer and I happen to have what you need, but I want something other then money in return. I want you and your friend, in my bed tonight."

I was struck dumb for a minute. I think my jaw was on my chest. He layed his card down with his payment for his bill, with the words if we were interested to come to his hotel room. On the back of his card was the name of the hotel, and his room number. Rachel stood behind me, she snatched up his card and read. "That's D Griffin!! I've heard of him, he's got a lot of money, and a very lucrative business!! Haven't you seen those commercials??!"

"Yeah, I didn't realize that that's who that was, what should we do?"

Rachel smiled, "Well, we do need the money..."

I smiled back at her, you're a sick one Rach, fine, when we close up, we'll go see what's up with Mr. D Griffin. When it was time to close up, Rachel was on me, and excited. Her excitement began to rub off on me and so by the time we were standing outside his room, we were both nearly jumping up and down. He opened the door, and let us in. He was dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. There was something of a chemistry between us instantly, almost as though he and I knew what the other was thinking. We were nearly instantly comfortable. He offered us to sit, and something to drink. "We don't drink Mr. Griffin, at all, but if you have any juice, or anything like that, we'll take it."

"That's not a bad thing ladies. I've got kool aid, gatoraid, or water."

"Koolaid it is Mr. Griffin." He handed us our cups, and sat down with us for a minute. There wasn't much small talk, and suddenly the conversation was back-to our money problems.

"The deal is, you two spend the night with me, I give you the money you need to keep your business going."

"Boy you don't waste any time do you?" He turned to me and looked me in the eye for a minute.

"No, I'm straightforward, blunt. It's done very well for me thus far. If I want something I go after it, and I want YOU." The way he said it struck me, almost as though he meant me alone, but then why would he ask for her too... I shrugged it off, as he asked if we had any questions.

"The only real question I have Mr. Griffin, is what is it you want us to do?"

He threw his head back and laughed. "You'll see."

"Is that so?"

"Oh yes," he growled low. I could see already that his jeans were tented. It made me wonder at the size of this man before me. He couldn't be very old, early to middle twenties maybe, tall and slender, he made me want him, and he really didn't do anything.

"I wonder how you feel about women who make the first move Mr. Griffin." A half smile was his only answer as I got to my knees, undid his belt, and then his jeans and pulled a long, he had to be 9'' at least, very thick, 4" around, cock from his pants and wrapped my lips around it. I chocked on it instantly, getting used to the size of him at first, and then again on purpose.

He pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Then his hand came down into my hair. Rachel sat for a minute watching, and then moved to her knees and began to suck his dick with me. Our mouths slid up and down the sides of his shaft, we looked into his eyes while we sucked together. His hands were in both of our heads, I could hear light grunts and swearing from him as I moved down to suck first his right ball and then the left into my mouth while she sucked him down her throat. I kissed the bottom of his shaft, and then licked his thighs, moving back so that I could strip myself and Rachel, and help to pull his pants to his ankles.

When I was naked, I stood between his thighs, and slid my asshole down his cock. Rachel knelt before us and licked and sucked my pussy and his balls while he fucked deep into my ass. Leaning forward I could feel her breasts, her nipples grew instantly hard, and my angle gave him the perfect view of my ass, while he slammed into it. She stood, and slid a nipple into my mouth, her fingers went to my pussy and mine into hers, I could hear her moaning when I gently bit down on her nipple. I wanted her so badly. I moved from off his lap, and pushed her to the floor so that I could lick and suck at her pussy better, I needed to taste her on my lips, she moaned and pleaded with me to stop when she got closer, and if I stopped or slowed she would beg for me to keep going.

I could hear the rustle of clothing as he removed and discarded what remained of his clothing. His hands, which were two or three sizes bigger then mine, went to my hips, his cock slammed deep into my ass again. I licked and sucked Rachel's pussy while I used the thrusting motions from behind me to help me get deeper into that pussy. I could hear her moans as he growled low in my ear. "That's right Bitch, eat that pussy, and take this dick."

I fucked back on his cock, began to take every inch of him into me. I felt anger and frustration welling in the pit of my stomach, I didn't know why, but I could feel them, and it caused me to take him on like a fucking freight train. I could hear grunts and groans coming from him as I rammed myself back onto him. I knew I was tight, I knew in some ways that it hurt him what I was doing, and I didn't care. All the anger and frustration in my stomach began to come out, and I began to take it out on him and Rachel.

I licked and sucked and ate her pussy with abandon, not caring nor thinking about the times that she came and then begged me to stop sucking so that she could stop cumming. She came again and again, her pussy was beginning to get painfully used and I still didn't care. I took her and I took him I took all they had to give and didn't spare anything. I no longer felt the smacks to my ass that his hands delivered, I no longer heard the screams coming from my friend, as she begged to be allowed to get up. I no longer cared. I wanted them, and I was going to have them, and there wasn't anything they could do to stop me.

I pulled off him and pushed him towards her, "FUCK HER, NOW you filthy son of a bitch. I want to watch. I don't even fucking know you yet, and already I can see that you're a disgusting fucked up bastard. Take my slut whore of a friend, and take her now, don't you dare stop, I don't care if you do need to nut. I don't care if your fucking balls explode and I don't care if she passes out. You fuck her now you worthless piece of shit. You know you want her, a sick and depraved twisted fuck like you, you wanted her the moment you saw her, and I don't give a shit what you say the reasons were, you wouldn't have asked for us to spend the night if you hadn't."

"Good guys don't fuck dirty sluts like us. Nice guys don't give people the option to get loans for some pussy. You wanted her, now fuck her!" He slammed into her deep, I could hear growls coming from him. The anger poured from me in a scream and I slammed my fingers into his ass. He slowed down, and that pissed me off. "Go on you sick fuck, don't stop, you're not going to stop until you've taken both of us, you're going to fuck us into the ground you fucked up pussy slut. You wanted us, and you're not going to stop now." He speed up, thrusting deeper and deeper, she screamed and began to cum again around him. Her pussy couldn't take much more of the fucking I was forcing it through.

His growls turned to howls, as she squeezed his cock with her pussy cumming down his shaft. She lay on the floor half awake and he turned on me. Smacking my thigh so hard it raised a welt. He slammed his cock deep into my pussy and took me. I threw my head back and laughed. "Is that the best you got?"

He growled low, "no slut, that's NOT all," he pulled from my pussy and slammed deep into my ass, tearing it with the width of himself. Deep, and hard he slammed my ass purposely with no direction. I could feel myself bleeding and getting closer to cumming. "That's it pussy whore, fuck me like an animal." I screamed as I came down his shaft.

When it was over, I lay next to Rachel, and he lay next to us, as we passed out there on the floor, I could hear him mumbling about how much he'd enjoyed the verbal abuse I'd put him through, we didn't wake until morning. When we did wake up, we were quite eager to shower, rinse and repeat.

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Neil dialed Lisa’s number carefully. His stomach was in a pleasant knot of butterflies.
He looked out of his window at the sea. It was a stunning afternoon, and a gentle sea-breeze rippled the sea behind the surf. He thought about his introduction line, and then Lisa answered.
Lisa had a slightly English accent, something from the Home Counties, but Neil couldn’t place it.
“Hi, ah, Lisa- I’m Neil. I got your number from Micci, and she said I should invite you out. Are you doing anything tonight? I’d really like to meet you”
Lisa answered with a slight pause “No- um- nice to hear your voice. Micci’s been talking about you all day- she said you’d phone!” A little musical giggle from Lisa, and Neil could hear the noise of an office in the background.

“Why don’t you come down to Paul’s Place after work- I finish at five, and we can make a plan for tonight. My housemate Claire and I’ll be there. Hope you don’t mind.”
“No problem- maybe she’d like to join us?”
Yeah- that’d be nice! I can’t really talk now, but see you at five?”
“I’m looking forward to that!”
Neil put the phone down. Lisa sounded really nice, and Neil wondered if he didn’t perhaps know her from the locals at Paul’s.
As the afternoon wore on the day grew cooler. Neil showered and dressed. His boxers felt tight on his package, and he noticed how plump and ripe his balls looked. The marbled veins on his soft cock seemed to stand out more prominently, too, as if his tool was leaner and fitter. On his tall lean frame, however, the dormant equipment didn’t look very impressive contained in their cotton underclothes. Neil packed very discretely- Micci wouldn’t have noticed what he was packing- would Lisa see it, he wondered.

He slipped a pair of indigo 501’s and a surfer-dan button-down shirt on, and brushed his dark wavy hair away from his eyes as he started for the door. He wondered if he should take a condom, just in case. “Better not- don’t want to look as if I wanna get laid!” he thought to himself, but he took another dose of Micci’s homeopathic medicine and another couple of the tablets.
Neil strolled along the promenade in front of his apartment and admired the sights of the early autumn. The usual gang of heavies and their surfer-chick girls were waiting at the top of the stairs down to the beach, and Neil stopped to chat for a moment. They were self-styled surfer dropouts who held down jobs as lifeguards or worked at surf-shops in the business centre of the small town so they could surf as often as possible, and Neil had grown up with and simultaneously beyond them. And right now, he was on an assignment. He quickly excused himself from the knot of long-haired locals and wandered along the now-shadowed terrace towards Paul and Linda’s little surfer-pub.

As he approached, he wondered what he would be letting himself in for. What was Lisa like? How old was she? What was she looking for?
Neil gave himself a mental cuff to the ear and reminded himself that Micci had set him up for a no-strings-attached introduction. What was the worst that could happen?
With a tingle of anticipation in his abdomen, Neil walked through the tables on the street-side verandah and into Paul’s pub. For once, he and Linda were behind the bar together, and the place looked like a party was about to break out…
“The usual, mate?” asked Paul. Neil nodded, and Linda blew him a mock-lecherous kiss across the scrum of people she was serving, as Paul set down an already-dewy Heineken.
Neil lounged against the bar-counter, and looked around. At a corner table he spotted two young women wearing the uniform of Micci’s thriving travel-agency. The corporate attire was pretty uninteresting- navy pencil-skirts and printed poly-whatzisname blouses, but the two women looked quite relaxed. They seemed to be conferring, and then one of them beckoned to him.
“I wonder who Lisa is?” he found himself thinking.

“Hi! I’m Claire- this is Lisa- Micci described you perfectly-” Lisa was tall and slim, with her dark hair pinned away from her face, and a pair of frameless glasses accentuated her pale blue eyes. She looked like a librarian or a computer geek. Her pale skin was un-tanned, and in the dim afternoon light nothing particularly stirred Neil’s curiosity.
“Shit!” Neil swore silently. “A bookworm! But she’s got nice eyes.”
Claire looked quite sweet in a cuddly sort of way. She was a slip of a woman, and had an upturned button-nose and an unmistakeably cuddly yet curvaceous figure inside her uniform. Her dark auburn cow-licked hair was cut into an artfully untidy bed-head style. She grinned and Lisa blushed as Neil greeted them both by name.
“Micci told- Hell- look at me! What are you two drinking?” Neil tripped over his own manners. Lisa and Claire laughed and both requested alco-pops.

When Neil returned from the busy bar, the two girls had made space for him at the table, and Neil tried to break the ice with them by making small talk. It wasn’t working, so they sat in an uncomfortable silence watching the pretty people wooing and preening at Paul’s counter.
In the midst of one of the silences, Claire’s mobile rang and she stepped away from the table to answer it.
“Sorry about inviting her along- I didn’t know what Micci’d set me up for.” Lisa offered, staring at Claire. “And I wanted her to meet you- Micci told Claire about you too.”
She looked away, embarrassed. A faint embarrassed redness lit up Lisa’s long, fine neck.
Neil wondered what exactly Micci had told her office colleagues about last night.

“What’s Claire doing tonight?” Neil asked.
“Nothing- staying at home, I think- why?”
“Would you like to go out for some dinner and maybe see a movie or something?” Neil suggested. “I’ll pick you up at eight, okay? Would you like to go to Gino’s?”
“I’ve never tried Gino’s- Claire likes going there though. I’d love to go with you.” Lisa smiled, and Neil thought he could sense a certain unusual enthusiasm in her voice.
Claire came back to their table. “Listen- what you guys doing?” she asked.
Lisa told her of the plan to get dinner at the trendy Italian restaurant, followed by a movie, but Claire declined. “I’m just going to stay home and see a DVD. I’ll see you guys later. Cheers, Neil- I hope we see you again soon. Don’t get her home too early!”
With a very cheeky grin, Claire wandered over to a group of girls of similar age. Neil watched them huddle round Claire, and turned to Lisa as he felt the pressure of her eyes on him.

She was looking at him with an expression he couldn’t describe, and he felt his scrotum tighten as his cock stirred. It was almost as if Lisa was undressing him with her eyes.
“Whe- where shall I pick you up?” he asked.
Lisa told him, and he took her hand and kissed it in the continental way. Lisa blushed.
At eight o’clock, Neil walked up to the apartment Lisa had named. As he turned onto her floor, Lisa stepped out and closed the door. She stopped as she saw Neil, and he stared with a wide grin of approval.

Lisa had shed the corporate uniform and was wearing a light summer frock and flat strappy sandals. Her dark hair was combed out and framed her delicately made-up face, which was beautifully chiseled: high, fine cheekbones and an almost-cleft chin and cat-like green eyes. Neil felt a rush of blood in his cock as he admired her figure, hugged by the light cotton. The low sweetheart neckline of her dress drew his eyes to her small bra-less breasts which were milky-white and flawless. She had been transformed from a gawky nerd into a coy, swan-like escort for him, and he was speechless. He was conscious of the growing pressure of his swelling cock in his close-fitting jeans and he wondered if Lisa could notice.
The two sat opposite each other in Gino’s, and Neil admired Lisa throughout the meal. He flirted with her, trying at the same time to find out more about her, but she wouldn’t tell him anything about herself or her history. She seemed to thrive on the flirting, but Neil was feeling like it was in vain- as though Lisa was too innocent for it to create a response in her.
As they sat waiting for the main course, Lisa’s small foot stole across under the table and she rubbed it up his calf. Neil’s cock reacted as if it was electric and his eyes widened. Lisa was staring at him across the table with the same half-smile she had when he caught her undressing him with her eyes, watching his reaction. He stared at her, and her smile widened, showing her slightly uneven teeth. Her foot lifted a little higher, and she stared at him like a cat, her eyes twinkling behind her glasses.

Neil tried to make his erection go away, but it wouldn’t. Lisa was innocently provoking his big hardening cock to full wakefulness, and he could do nothing about it. Soon his cock started to snake its way down his leg. Neil shifted in his seat and adjusted his erection so it lay pressing against his hip-bone. Lisa’s teasing went no further, but Neil was so aroused that he considered going to the gents’ to empty his brimming balls. A flower-seller brought respite to the cock-teasing, and Neil bought Lisa a bunch of yellow roses. She leant across and gave Neil a hug, and he caught a glimpse of Lisa’s small firm breasts. His hard cock twitched and ejected a slow dollop of fluid.

As they finished their espressos silently, their eyes locked on each other, and Neil’s thoughts fastened on Lisa, she spoke softly: “Why don’t we go home and watch DVD’s with Claire?”
“Great- but won’t she mind?”
“Naah- she’s probably just watching some sloppy romance- I dunno why she does!”
Neil settled the bill, and they left. Neil’s cock was teased to full erectness as Lisa walked out in front of him and he caught a hint of her perfume.
“That was a wonderful dinner, Neil,” she said as he opened the car-door. “Thank you. I’ve never had anyone buy me flowers and dinner before. You’re really sweet. Do you still want to come over?”
Neil nodded. ”Sure- I’m having fun. I’m glad Micci told me to invite you out. You’re really pretty, you know, and I’d like to see you again…” He smiled. Lisa stepped back from the open door, and Neil took a step closer. Lisa threw her arms round his neck and hugged him close, planting a quick kiss on his cheek.

Neil wanted to copulate with Lisa right there and then. His balls were clinched close to his body as if they were cold, and his cock was rock-hard, stuck away below the waistband of his jeans under his loose shirt. “The medication must be doing that,” Neil thought to himself. It was as if his cock wouldn’t stop getting harder and harder, and he was sure Lisa had felt the thick organ in his pants press against her tummy when she hugged him close in the cool night air.

Lisa led him up the stairs into the large old flat she and Claire shared. She was carrying the roses like a winner’s bouquet, and Neil held the door open for her.
Claire was lying on the couch, a huge bowl of popcorn on her lap, and the room was in semi-darkness. Lisa and Neil went through to the small kitchen and she arranged the flowers in a vase, and extracted a bottle of wine from the fridge. Neil took three glasses and the opened bottle through to the lounge, and Claire sat up. They joined her on the couch.
Claire had shed her work-uniform, too, and she was wearing a soft grey jersey, several sizes too big for her over a pair of faded jeans. The picture was very comforting. Both girls seemed very wholesome and nice and innocent. They settled down as Claire started the DVD from the beginning.

“It’s about a bunch of artists in Paris in about 1900- lots of absinthe and free expression,” Claire explained as the titles rolled. “And the heroine- that’s her there- is in love with a painter. She’s married to him- there- that guy with the moustache- but she models for these artists she knows when he’s away…”
Neil poured some wine for the three of them. The movie was very arty, and Neil was getting bored. Finally his erection had subsided, and his wet cock had ended up tucked down the leg of his boxers. The dialogue in the movie was mainly prosaic, romantic stuff about how the heroine should leave her husband and join the artists, and Neil felt like falling asleep. Lisa suddenly leaned over against him on the big comfortable sofa and cuddled up to him, and his cock stirred again, quickly hardening.

Neil slipped his right arm round Lisa’s shoulders, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He could smell her freshly-washed hair, and his heart started beating fast.
Claire was on his other side, and she started to lean back against Neil’s other shoulder. He tried to raise his glass for a sip of wine, and Claire sat up, startled.
“Why don’t you lie down, Clez?” Lisa asked.
“D’you mind, Neil?”
Neil gulped, and his big heavy balls stirred as they unloaded another squirt of pre-cum. “No- make yourself comfortable- here’s a cushion,” he said with a hint of a tremor in his voice, putting a cushion in his lap to cover his big stiff cock.
A thought struck Neil: “What if these two both want to have it off with me?”
Lisa’s tall slim body fitted nicely against Neil, and his strong hand caressed her waist and lean tummy. One strap of her sundress had ridden off her shoulder, and Neil carefully replaced it. Lisa turned and glared at him. Wordlessly she slipped it off again, and curled up against him.
Claire cuddled closer, and Neil put a hand on her firm round hip. In acknowledgement, she purred and slipped her hands up under the pillow.

The movie wore on slowly, and Neil’s erection wouldn’t subside. Then he felt Claire’s fingers stretching under the cushion, reaching for where she suspected his cock lay. She turned her face up to look at him, and Neil stared down at her.
Claire’s fingers found their target, and she pressed her fingertips onto his rubber-hard shaft. Ane expression of amazement crossed her face, making her dark blue eyes widen and her nostrils flare. Neil’s heart raced, and involuntarily his cock spasmed. She smiled at him, her expression wordlessly asking if he was enjoying the experience. In reply, Neil reached down and placed his hand under her heavy breast. She purred and squeezed again. Neil could feel his cock pump a big wet surge of pre-cum out under the pillow.

Lisa tucked herself down on Neil’s thigh. With one slim hand she gently moved his hand up to the underside of her small tight breast, daring his fingers to explore further.
Slowly, Neil’s caressing and stroking of Lisa’s body moved upwards, and soon his hand found itself on a small firm breast. He could feel her puffy nipple through the thin cotton of her frock, and he caressed it lightly, enjoying the stiffening of her small nipple into a hard point. His other hand was seized by Claire, and she wordlessly slipped it up under her baggy pull-over, moaning softly as she guided Neil’s left hand to cup her firm, high-set breast in its lacy bra.
Lisa’s hand moved across to his groin, and he felt it reaching for his tight sac. Wordlessly, Lisa teased his sperm-factory through the hard denim of his jeans, and the tone of the movie changed suddenly.

The heroine of the movie was now sobbing, naked, on the shoulder of her lover about her husband’s love-making, and describing her acts with him. The French painter was comforting her, and describing in graphic detail how different their love-making was. Neil and the two women watched with rapt attention, and Lisa massaged his full balls as Claire rubbed him slowly with her fingers, exploring the size of his cock...

Neil stopped stroking the breasts which had been presented to him and straightened up.
“Where’s your toilet?” he asked. Languidly, the two girls sat up, and Lisa directed him to it. Claire got up and refilled their wine-glasses, and Lisa paused the movie as Neil went to relieve his bursting bladder.
He unbuttoned his flies and wrestled his monstrous cock out of his pants. Its end was wet with pre-cum, and his pink balls were brimming with sperm and starting to ache. As he waited for the relief, his softening erection poised over the toilet bowl, Lisa called through the door: “Come on- we’re going to start without you. Hurry up!”
He finished, and tucked his semi-soft cock back behind his flies. That way it could grow without being bent and tortured at uncomfortable angles.

As Neil walked back, the two girls looked at him guiltily. He sat down, and was about to lean back when Claire reached up under her jersey and slipped her lacey white bra off and out through her sleeve. Her high, hard breasts’ contours were shown off pleasantly by the soft material, and she smiled at Neil.
“Sorry- we were getting more comfortable while you were away. The movie’s getting interesting!”
“More wine?” Lisa had removed her glasses, and her slanted green eyes were glinting wickedly. Her dress’s straps were off both shoulders, and her small, pointed breasts were holding the bodice up. Lisa’s slim shoulders and prominent collarbones highlighted her fine neck, and she had tied her hair back loosely from her face.

What were they planning to do with him, Neil wondered.

“Thanks. You’re both very kind to have me here.” Neil took the offered glass and sat down between them. The two women knelt on the couch and turned on him. Wordlessly, Lisa leaned across him, and approached his mouth as if to kiss him. As Neil leaned to kiss her, she pulled back and laughed, her eyes smiling and her mouth just out of reach. Claire leaned over and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. Lisa put an arm round his chest and kissed Neil’s neck and ear. For a moment her kisses distracted him, and then he felt Claire slipping her small fingers into the waistband of his jeans to unbutton his flies. The touch of her hand below his belly-button made him gasp, and Claire looked at him in mock astonishment. He put his hand on hers.
“Why are you doing this to me? Micci just asked me to take Lisa out to dinner- I didn’t expect this!”
“The movie’s made me so hot, and Lisa said I could share you. Micci told us about you this morning at work- that you’d ask Lisa out to dinner, then she told us that you’re a- um- ah- big guy,” She giggled, and Lisa blushed, kissing Neil’s neck. “And Lisa said I could share you! She’s the best!”
“Umm- yeah- well, we went to St Catherine’s Convent all the way through school, so we’re not really, um, experienced, but Micci said you could teach us about- you know- how to do it…” Lisa’s voice trailed off, embarrassed.
Lisa continued “We’ve never really had real boyfriends before- either of us- and it was so romantic of you to buy me roses tonight- it just felt so good. And bringing you home with me was so nice… This movie makes us so horny, we decided to rent it and bring you round to watch it with us, ‘cos we want you to…” Her voice trailed off.
Neil was gobsmacked. Here he was being propositioned by two young women who barely knew him, and they wanted him to teach them?

His stomach knotted with excitement, and his throbbing cock pumped another wet load into his boxers.
“Let’s carry on with the movie and see what happens,“ he said, a broad grin breaking out across his tanned face.
“Let me help you.” and he gently moved Claire’s hands from his groin. He slowly unbuttoned his flies and his big heavy cock flopped back against his flat stomach inside his thin cotton boxers. Claire and Lisa both stared, a look of horror on both their faces.
“Huhh- it’s HUGE!” Lisa drew her breath in a slow gasp as she saw the outline of Neil’s thick meat.
“You’ve got a monstrous cock!” said Claire touching the shaft of it gingerly with her fingertips.

“Now I’ve shown you mine- show me yours now!” Neil laughed, breaking the tension in the air, but not the tension in the three of their bodies. His boxers were soaked, and a wet spot was clearly visible where the head had touched the material. Suddenly, snake-like, he struck, kissing Claire with a quick peck on her beautifully curved lips.

“You started, so you’re next!” Neil laughed, lifting the soft material of her jersey up over her head.
Neil’s previous judgement of Claire’s body was very wrong, and he saw it now. She was compactly framed, and her firm high breasts were deceptively large on her little body. Freed of their bra, her breasts stuck out proudly, and her large nipples were clearly enjoying their freedom.
“Now you, Miss,” Neil turned to Lisa: ”May I?”

She nodded, silent, panting with excitement, and she leaned forward as Neil unzipped and lifted her sundress over her head. Her fair skin glowed in the dim light, and Neil could see that it was as flawless as buttermilk. Lisa’s small pointed breasts had no sign of sag to them, and he stroked his hand gently down her neck, over her collarbone, and slowly, gently across her breasts. At the touch of his fingers, her pink puffy nipples hardened into little points, and her breasts became perfect round little apples under his hand. She was wearing very feminine pink gingham-print panties, and her skinny frame looked fragile beside him. She knelt demurely in the sofa, as lithe as a ballerina, and he feasted her eyes on her body. She had a dainty tattoo of a fairy just below the crook of her hip-bone.

Neil felt his cock twitch again, and he looked at the bump of his big organ. It was too heavy to stand upright, but, monstrously erect, it leaned against his smooth stomach. He lifted his brimming balls from between his legs and felt their fullness in his hand. They tingled as he touched them.

Claire stood up, and Neil stared at her. She was about five-one tall, and her body was luxuriously curved. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and dropped them, stepping out of them daintily. Her smooth body was luxuriously soft, and Neil imagined the feel of her skin under his hands. Her ribcage framed a smooth little tummy with just enough puppy-fat to make a little half-moon below her jewel-bedecked belly-button, and her strong thighs framed the triangle of a see-through white lace thong. Neil could see the dark fur covering her womanhood had been pruned into a narrow stripe, and he stroked Claire’s round hips with his hands.

“Now you-“ Lisa said, shakily.
“Okay”
Neil stood up and slipped his jeans to the floor. His penis flopped forward against his cotton-print boxers, and he edged them off over it. The girls stared at the monstrous erection which presented itself, freed from Neil’s clothes. It was cantilevered away from his body, and the half-retracted foreskin showed a wet glans. Neil’s cock had very prominent, thick veins, and these stood out like cords. His plump balls were tightly suspended, and they were very pink and fecund. Spontaneously, the thick member spasmed again, and the main vein underneath released another dribble of pre-cum. Neil wiped it off the head and licked it off his fingertips.
Lisa snuggled down against Neil’s shoulder and kissed him. Her tongue fought inside his mouth, and she kissed him harder

“You’re so hot- you turn me on ba-a-ad. I just want to fuck you, Neil. I’m so wet!” she said.
Neil cocked his head a little. Lisa had turned into a wanton just at the sight of his cock.
“How old are you, by the way?” he asked, in a mock-serious tone.
“We’re nineteen. And we both want you to fuck us.” Claire whispered, kneeling on the couch and licking the side of his neck. Firmly, she licked the soft skin behind his jaw, and the feeling made Neil almost cum on the spot.
“Well, I think we should get on and watch the movie, okay?” Neil suggested, still in his mock-serious voice.

“Okay” Lisa said.
“Good idea” Claire added. The two women made an elaborate show of sitting beside him, and they removed their panties.

The movie had become a little more heated, and Neil tried to focus his attention on the French painter frolicking in a tiny bed with a magnificently naked nobleman’s wife who had an American accent and silicone breasts. The two girls were clearly enjoying it too, but they were paying him a lot of attention too.

Lisa seized his shaft in her hand. With her fingertips she was milking his main vein, coaxing the juices from his glands. Her thin fingers couldn’t reach right round his cock, but her thumb rubbed the crown of his swollen glans which spasmed as she worked.
Claire, on his opposite side, had cupped his fat balls in her hand and she was pressing her fingertips into the hard swollen shaft where it ran between his legs, so the whole of his huge organ was being stimulated. Her other hand had disappeared into her g-string, and he could feel the gentle movements of her body as she rubbed and coaxed the secret places of her body to ready itself for him.

Presently, Lisa let his cock go and freed her pussy from her panties. She too started to play with herself, and made a pretence of watching the movie, but she could bear the temptation no longer, and Lisa lowered her head to place he mouth over Neil’s wet cock. She pulled his foreskin gently back and she sucked his cock-head into her mouth like a whole plum, while her tongue played round the folds of his cock-head, and Neil felt her swallow some of his copious pre-cum. The tension built up in his balls, as if they were overflowing, and Neil wanted desperately to cum, to explode with the sexual electricity in the room.
He seized his hard rubbery shaft below Lisa’s teasing mouth and stroked his cock slowly up and down.

“Shit! How big is your cock?” Claire marveled at the size of his organ, and watched as Neil’s large hand slowly worked his swollen dick into a climax.
“Uuh- I’m a bit over nine inches long, I think.” Neil offered. Claire’s eyes widened.
“Do you mind if I cum? I’m so close- I really want to now- you’ve been teasing me all evening. Can I cum in your mouth, baby?” Neil asked Lisa.
“Mmmh- sure. Quickly!” She replied.
“And me? I want some too!” Claire said indignantly, panting with the proximity of her climax. She had abandoned his shaft and balls and was holding her swollen lips apart while she vigorously coaxed her pussy with three fingers.

“Don’t worry- you’ll get lots, too. Watch!” Neil gently lifted Lisa’s mouth to his and kissed her gently as he wanked his foreskin furiously. Lisa replaced her soft lips to his knob, and Neil stroked the base of his huge cock rapidly. Claire, as if telepathic, resumed massaging his balls, and presently Neil gasped and grunted.

Claire felt the first spasm of Neil’s orgasm flood her mouth with the released pre-cum like a flood, then the thick streams of salty-sweet sticky white cum filled her mouth. She choked, and pulled her head away, gulping as Neil pumped thick ropes of his seed from his super-charged cock. Lisa tried to catch the bulk of it in her hands, but gave up and licked the sticky mess off Neil’s cock and hand and Claire’s fingers. Claire pulled her hand away and sucked her finger clean, even as more goo dribbled down Neil’s cock.

“Mine!” she called, and dived down to his shaft and greedily slurped the mess from his ball-hairs and root.
“Mmm... I want more!”
“Me too!” The girls chorused as they watched Neil milking the last of the load from his twitching, pulsing penis and licked their hands clean.

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Like a hot wind on a hot summer day, Helen went blasting into the loft where Bill, Roy, Pete and Nick sat wearing as little as possible to beat the heat.

She too isn't wearing much, a partial see thru blouse tied up under her large breasts and a pair of cut short jeans. She stood in their midst.

As they watched her, she began a little dance as she unhooked the top of her shorts, slide down the zipper and slowly pushed her shorts down with a frolicsome smile.

She turned slowly so that everyone could get a good view of her untanned pale outline of the thong she wears when sunbathing.

Naked she wiggled her ass and jiggled her tits, a few seductive moves of her hips and the temperature of the room rose still a few degrees.

She glides from one in whose face she had been wiggling her ass and to another who got a real close up of her pus as she did a half squat in front of him.

Soon she was down on her knees with the men swarmed around her with their pants down and their half hard wads sticking out of their undies. One wad made it to her mouth.

She sucked on it for a short while then went on to another, a hand slides between her slightly parted thighs That she quickly open to give easy access to her cunt.

She became aware of the first cock she had been sucking playing with her ear, to her surprise it excited her to feel the smooth moist head sliding over and in her ear,

In her excitement, she sucked harder on the wad in her mouth, pressed her pus down hard on the hand between her thighs fondling her moist pus.

She soon turned, took the wad that had been taunting her ears in her mouth, to give it a rewarding suck while the one she had been sucking teases her neck.

She took the entire head in her mouth. She began to move her head back and forth, her hand pump at the large shaft and the hand at her cunt stimulate her clit.

Cheered on by the others, Helen went at the wad fucking her mouth full force, big strong hands held her head in place as he rammed her mouth.

Deep into her mouth, as deep as he could go, he rammed in and out, at the same time a long finger slid up her wet cunt and began to fuck her.

Again a switch was made as another moved in to enjoy her hot mouth on his cock, this one was huge she really had to open her mouth just to get the head in, but took it she did and began to beat it with her tongue as two fingers were fucking her cunt and hands were fondling her tits.

Slowly her mouth was being fuck by the immense wad that crept deep into her mouth, mere seconds later she felt it harden, it began to throb and she felt it spat out its hot thick fluid into her mouth, it came out in small squirts that she was able to swallow. So swallowed she did.

From the floor to the sofa. Someone moved in to get sucked by her, the one that had been playing with her cunt continued, still another moved in behind her.

As she sucked on the slender rod and fondled his big balls through his pants, she felt the weight of a hard cock settle in the crevice of her ass, it slides back and forth for a few thrilling strokes before it slides down so that its next inward stroke sends the large head tantalizingly into her slippery cunt.

A muffled whine escaped her full mouth as the stiff rod glide ever so dreamily into her body. She felt as if she was in a dream.

With hands roaming over her body, a stiff cock fucking her mouth, another fucking her cunt and her hand pumping another, she was in paradise.

Rapidly the stiff hard pricks slide in and out of her wet hot mouth and equally wet hot pus, she delighted herself with the wondrous sensations that fills her body. Whining the best she could with her mouth full of the prick, she vocalized how fantastic she was feeling in the heat of her passion.

Hearing her moan so sweetly only excite the men more and entice Nick to give her more. Deep into her he pushed as he gyrates. She cried out.

The still gyrating he slowly pulls out until the head was at the mouth of her cunt. Then it rammed up into her as hard, as fast and as deep he could.

As fast as he could with short quick stabs, he fucks her. She lost control, she couldn't hold back anymore, like a whirl wind her orgasm had her head spinning.

Feeling her hot juices Nick too, lost it. He cried out as he began to flood her hole with his juice and that heightens her orgasm.

Slowly he eased his flaccid cock out of her, instantly Bill was in his place, she moaned when she felt his huge shaft slide into her cum fill pussy,

But it was only to make it wet and slippery, for he reared back and let it slip out, she felt it at the mouth of her ass, felt it push in, felt it stretch her.

It slides in easily enough but not without the dull pain as her ass stretch to take it, stretch as only he could stretch her.

Steadily his huge shaft slides into her tight aching hole, and she dug her fingers into the sofa, clenching her teeth tight. Slowly she felt him pulled out of her.

He laid back on the sofa, she squat over him, he held his cock erect and she lowed herself down on it, in bliss she sighs as it eased into her cunt.

The others swarmed around, she took a prick in her hand and one in her mouth as Bill was thrusting in and out of her, another as feeling her off.

In a short while she made a switch between the cock she had been sucking and the one she had been pumping, Bill continued to thrust up and down under her.

Helen was in heaven as the four men gave her all of their attention in their own special way, she was basking in delight in the attention they gave her.

Drawing pleasure from the stiff hard rod in her hand. Being blissful over the hunk of meat in her mouth. Being ecstatic by the piston in her shaft.

She was lifted still to a higher level of ecstasy when they turned her around and a stiff rod eased delightfully into her ass, no pain just sheer pleasures.

Indescribable was the enjoyment of having to stiff rock hard cocks moving in her body at the same time, sliding deep up her tubes.

Then they switched rhythm, one slid in as the other slide out, they moved against each other, is it any wonder she was in a storm of sensations.

A storm that lift her to the very heights of her pleasures. A storm that had her squirming madly between them as she came and they flood her with their juice. Weak, well satisfied, full of cum that leaked from her ass and cunt she slithers down to the floor with her head back on the sofa as Nick stood in front of her pumping his rod.

Eagerly she waits for his hot precious nectar to flow into her open mouth. When he did cum his flow was slow, it shot in her mouth and she drank it down, he filled her mouth for a second time and that too, she swallowed.

Now she was truly full and satisfied, she licked at what little had missed her mouth...

She dressed and like a cool summer breeze a very contented Helen glides out of the loft.

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Camille is my petite wife, 34B-22-34, dark hair, very good looking. She has always been very stylish and popular. Her solid French stock is apparent, and her exquisite taste in clothes, jewelry, and lingerie has always been a source of great pleasure to me. I love her with all my heart.

"Tim, we're late for the ward meeting. Remember, we need to drop off Brad and Jeremy with Nana for the weekend."

"It seems strange to be away from the boys on Halloween. Are you sure this is the right thing to do?"

"Certain. My mind is made up. Now help me into my dress."

At the ward meeting, we found our clique. We had joined together to fight an increase in our property taxes, found out we had a great deal in common, and soon the wives became so close that they were signed in to pick up each other's children from school. We trusted them. I liked the guys, but we were all so very different. But here in Alexandria, in the suburbs of Washington D.C., different was beautiful. Nobody wanted to be labeled a conformist. Everybody wanted to rebel a little.

Hannah came to me, her large figure still sultry, as her 42DD-36-40 frame was never far from hot thoughts. She wore low cut, sheer blouses, with bras to accent and reveal her deep cleavage. She wrapped herself around me, practically smothering my face with her huge hooters.

"I'm so glad you are here. I brought your order. We'll get it from the car on the way out."

Hannah ran an erotic toy company from her home, for women only, and her persuasive nature had doubled and redoubled the number and variety of sex toys in our home. I often had erotic fantasies of the wives trying all the
toys out on each other before they bought them, and the memory gave me a harden right in the middle of everything. Luckily, Hannah had moved on to Camille, giving her the same hug, and I could have sworn I saw my wife wrap her hands around Hannah's big ass. Before I could check, a beautiful woman stepped in front of me, elegant, obviously rich.
"Hello, Tim. SO glad to see you here tonight. Can we count
on you two for Friday?"

"Absolutely, Rachel. You look stunning tonight, by the way."

"Oh, I'm so very glad you noticed. A woman like me just feeds on the attention you know. All I have to live for. Not like you and Camille, with Brad and Jeremy."

"Matthew loves you. You mean everything to him."
"Matthew loves his money, his power, and the fact that no one can say no to him. If he doesn't get me pregnant soon, I'm sure he'll just move on to another beauty."

"How can you say that? He talks about you all the time!"

"Just like he talks about his yacht! I'm a trophy wife. Oh, gotta go."
"Kirsten bounced up, her short blond hair in a page boy cut waving like pom poms.

"Hi. Johnathan got a gig. You coming
Friday?"

"Why is everyone so concerned about Friday? I thought this was the big bash, tonight the councilors report on the tax increase."

"Taxes go up. Taxes go down. I had to pay for a sub for Jon-Jon, so he could have the weekend free. Gotta boogie. Later."

Nora came up to me, her long, straight blond hair flying like a flag behind her as she moved with great style. At least three to four inches taller than Kirsten, they both had roughly the same body, 36C-26-36.

"Just back from Aspen, dear. They already have such delicious powder out there. Why don't you and Camille join Michael and I sometime?"

"I 'm sure Camille would Love that! I love that you're the first woman NOT to ask me about Friday."

"Oh, dear, you ARE cumming, aren't you?"

"Yes, of course. I just don't understand..."

"Shhh, darling. Some mysteries must remain mysteries to the uninitiated That's what they always told me in my sorority. Now do be a dear, and help me find my husband."

"Michael's over there, bending the ear of our councilman."

"Thanks. See you. Friday."

Heather pinched my butt. "Hey!" I exclaimed.

""Hay is for horses. You know a pinch from an Irish lass means good luck!" Heather was no Irish milkmaid. Her body was much closer to Camille's, petite, small breasted, firm, but with thick swimmers thighs Her tight, firm frame and pixie cute face had fueled many fantasies in bed with my wife. Her impish and brazen assaults on my body did nothing to discourage my interest.

"Come now, kiss me good and rub my hair for luck!"

Planting herself on me, she kissed me passionately, until her tall strapping husband, Wil strode up.

"And what do we have here? Having a go at wife, are ye? And in public, then!"

Before I could answer, Heather said "Tim was just trying to get lucky, I mean he was kissing me for good luck."

"If that be, then you better be movin' on then".

As she left, Wil bent down to me and said "Pinch her on the ass next time me boy, or tweak her nipples a good one. It'll serve the witch right!"

Kevin joined us and pretty soon his easygoing nature took over the conversation. Wil left to go harangue another target of his flirt of a wife, and Kevin started to confide in me.

"I don't know what is going on, but something is definitely UP. Every single one of my wife's friends has asked me about the dance party, the costume ball on Friday night. What do you know?"

"Hell, Kevin, you know more than me! I didn't know it was costumes, and didn't know there would be dancing. About the only thing I do know is that everybody insists we go, and we had to clear the entire weekend. I hear signals from Camille that Rachel is involved. Maybe we are being taken for a cruise on their yacht. I hear six couples could fit in it and have room to spare."

"I don't know about that. What I do know is that Hannah has been sewing like crazy for the past two weeks, with black and red cloth, and all the wives have been over for fittings. SO put that in your pipe and smoke it!"

Like Hannah, Kevin was either slightly overweight, or slightly under tall, but he was the most loyal, friendly, easygoing person you could ask for. His own balding crown was "due to the intense libidinous fire within" he often told us, which never failed to produce chortling and laughing beyond measure, as he took bows. He never minded being court jester, never took offense, and He and Hannah doted on each other with obvious, evident love. Their affection for everyone else was well known, and rumors of her erotic toy parties wide spread.

Friday came, and Camille picked up the boys at school and took them to her mother's. We came home and started getting dressed for the party, which was at seven. Camille put on her best Victoria's Secret lingerie, trying several different colors and styles, until she decided that basic black was it, after all. I thought she was doing it just to drive me wild, which it did. Then she put on her costume. It had an almost knee length skirt, slit all the way to the waist, a top with long sleeves that zipped up the back. In front, she adjusted it several times. The padded shoulders yielded to a plunging neckline, which only ended down around her navel. A loop went right across her breasts, pulling them together. I saw why she chose the quarter cup bra: other than the small band of fabric between her breasts, it looked like she was wearing no bra at all. The intense sensation of staring at my wife's cleavage was broken by her chiding me.

"Oh, Tim! You should be dressed by now! Don't make us late!" she quickly suited me up in my Knight's costume, and we were off.

The party was in the gym that had been grafted onto Rachel and Matthew's house. She gave ballet lessons here, but it looked very different tonight. There were roses everywhere, and only three tables. One long one against the wall had a set of obviously catered drinks and snacks. Another, near the door, had set out seating arrangements printed with little name cards, and Halloween decorations, which like the roses, were everywhere. The last table at the back, had a big black cloth draped over it, and a sign warned "Don'T Touch!"

There was already music playing, fashionable, pop, and dancible. "Let's dance" Camille offered. She swayed her hips to the music, and I watched every move.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder "Cutting in!"

Heather grabbed my ass firmly in both hands as the music changed to a slow tune. Pressing her small breasts into me, I noticed she was wearing the same outfit as Camille, and looked damn good in it, too. I noticed Wil playing a little grab ass with my wife, as the dance floor filled with all six couples. As each song came on, they would switch partners.

Kirsten pressed her full set of knockers against me, and I enjoyed her hands roaming all over me. Rachel came for me next, during an especially slow song, hugging me deeply, laying her head on my shoulder. It was a very tender moment for everyone on the dance floor. The beat changed, and suddenly Nora was in my arms, flashing the red satin lining of her cape, vibrant and active. The next song was slower, and Hannah wrapped her soft body around me as she held me tightly. We danced like that, we ate, we chatted, socialized, drank a little, except for Wil, who drank a lot. Time flowed by. At ten, Rachel called us all to listen to her. "I'm so glad you all came here tonight. We are having this party to celebrate a very special event. Gentle witches, reveal your first secret." Camille bowed in front of me, as did all the wives in front of their own husbands. Then she rose, and her costume was gone, except for the cape! My wife was standing there in nothing more than her lingerie, concealed by the cape. The music started again, and we danced.

"You like?" Camille asked, her face smiling widely. "Of course I like you like this. Do you want everyone to see?"

"Oh, yes. And more." she teased.

The song ended before I could follow up on that question, and Rachel's smoldering beauty was in my hands. She wore passionate purple lingerie, pressing her tight body into me after I'd gotten a good eyeful, wrapping herself around me as we danced slowly.

"What's going on? Why are you dressed like this?"

"It's Halloween. Trick-or-Treat. DO you 1ike my treats?" Rachel kissed me, and the room faded. Her kiss was so intense, there was nothing else in the room for me right then, just her near nakedness pressed against me. She moved my hands down to the twin spheres of her ass, and I reacted with a hunger for her I never knew I had.

Then the song changed, and Heather was pinching my ass again, so I tweaked her nipples hard. She crushed me in a deep hug, kissing me like she was burning up inside and only I could put her fire out. Nora had to peel her off of me when the song ended. Her slow luxurious kiss was in direct contrast to her active nature, but her soft body soothed me, and I heated up and cooled down all at the same time. Her basic black lingerie was soaked, and I could smell the excitement rising in waves from the women.

Kirsten came to me, bouncing and wriggling, rubbing herself all over me, kissing me with burning liquor on her lips. Hannah glided in when the music changed, then her hot tongue took my breath away. I'd found three women who could really kiss, and my guess was that Nora and Kirsten had other talents that made up for their kissing. I knew Camille could kiss, and my first thought of her in a half an hour was framed by the look of ecstasy she had, obviously enjoying kissing Michael.

The music changed, and Camille came back to me. My wife was very turned on. Her hot kiss drove me back, as she started rubbing my cock. Superman, Batman, Tin man, Captain America, The Flash, we were all getting very personal messages from our wives.

The song ended, and Rachel said "I'm so glad to welcome you all to the Temple of Hymen, the sacred ground, the Palace of Venus herself. All of our good witches have made a pact, to protect you, and to enrich you. Gentle Witches, reveal your second secret."

Camille undid the clasp on her cape, the clasp on her bra, and simply untied her panties and kicked them away. Each of the other women had done the same, and it was an assault on the senses. Rachel came to me as the music started, undressing me, throwing the costume under the table piece by piece. She kissed me as before, except that her insistent nipples were drilling into my chest, and my fully hard penis was crushed between us. Heather came to me, stroking my hard cock with her hand, guiding my hands back to her nipples. I tweaked them again, and she was digging her nails into my ass like she was clawing to get inside me. Kirsten came and pried Heather off of me, kissing me softly while she rubbed her big breasts into my hairy chest. Nora came to take her place, and her kissing was now more insistent, as she stroked my cock and guided my hand into her wet snatch. Hannah hugged us both, rubbing her soft body into both of us, gently patting Nora on the ass to let her know it was time to move on. Hannah moved my hand between her legs, and at first I thought she'd peed on me, but she was simply dripping with excitement. Somebody had given her a pretty good fingering. Somebody who might be fingering Camille, right now.

Rachel took the mike and spoke again. "Gentle Lovers, Gentle Witches. We are al1 enchanted tonight. We have come so far, without any bad tempers or guilt. I'm going to leave it at that, and ask each Gentle Witch to reveal her third secret."

There was nothing left for Camille to take off but her stockings, and so I wasn't surprised when she pulled my hand between her legs, pressed her body to me, and said "Tim, I'm so turned on. You know you're not the one who made me wet like this. Other men have already seen me, touched me. You've done the same to their wives. The six of us have made a pact. One weekend per month, you will get one of us as your wife for the weekend. In return, of course, I must be the wife for another man. You may do whatever you want together, and I hope you will. You can force us to drop out now, and we will never be allowed to return. If you say yes, tonight, now, one of these other beautiful women will take you home. Only Rachel knows who is paired up with whom. I'm so hot, and I beg you to say yes."

"Honey, is there something wrong? Am I not a good enough lover for you?"

"This is not about performance! You are a wonderful lover, although since the boys, we haven't made love enough for_me."

"I never knew. What is it then?"

"It's about security, safety. We don't want to lose our husbands to an affair. This way, you get to have your pussy cake and eat_it too. Every single one of these women is prepared to become your lover, if not tonight, then over the next few months. I know you are turned on, and you know I am turned on. I want you to play with these women I can trust."

Wil and Heather were arguing heatedly. For everyone else, it seemed the matter had been decided, even though they were terribly nervous about it, some with excitement, some with fear. Camille kissed me softly.

"Are you OK with this?"

"Yes."

Rachel took Nora, guiding her to Wil. She rubbed her breasts on his back until he turned around, then really laid a passionate kiss on him as she started stroking his half erect prick. Rachel took Heather over to Kevin, and he looked just like a boy who found his favorite gift under the tree on Christmas. He was clearly not her first choice, but they made their way out to where the robes were waiting.

Rachel came and pulled Camille off me, and she said "Remember, whatever happens, I love you".

Then Rachel took her to Michael, and they hugged in a warm embrace, then left holding hands. What style. Rachel kissed her husband Matt, and placed his hand in Kirsten's. She shyly kissed him for a few moments, then hotter and hotter. Rachel guided Hannah to Jonathan, and she wrapped herself around him like a big momma bear. When they had first met, Jonathan had praised Hannah for "I do believe, the largest, most beautiful pair of tit's I've ever seen." Hannah was stuffing them into his face, giving him a REAL close look.

As they left, I realized it was just Rachel and I. She glided across the floor, pirouetted and fell into my arms. I pulled her up to kiss her, and the room disappeared again. I don't know how long we were there, kissing, but it was a long enough time for my back to begin spasming from the position. None of us were less than thirty something, and my body was complaining about the abuse.

"Take me upstairs."

Rachel said softly. I picked her up, her arms around my neck, and I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. She pulled me to her. It was so different making love to Rachel, after more than ten years of never being with a woman other than Camille. She sucked on my prick like it was a soda straw. It took her a long time to climax, even my usually expert ministrations didn't reach her. She was turned on, I was turned on, and I realized the advantages of knowing someone as well as I did Camille. I also burned in lust with the new and different ways that Rachel would touch me, the delicate yet athletic way she made love. Rachel spun us through position after position. We kissed and the world went away. Her figure was very much like Camille, but she was tighter inside, and her ass was rounder, since she never had kids. As the night wore on, I found that she came more easily. So did I. We slipped into a long, slow, tender session of licking and sucking on each other. We each rang our bells several more times before we were too tired to continue. We kissed for a long while, then cuddled up and went to sleep. I awoke to the smell of coffee, and she brought me a tray in bed, dressed in only one of Matt's shirts. We chatted as we ate out breakfast rolls.

"How did this get started?" I asked her point blank.

"Well, let's see. About a month ago, Hannah was having one of her sex toy parties, and we all came. Several times in fact. (laughs) We had gotten into a pattern of stripping down and trying her sample toys, driving ourselves into delirium, and then having coffee and chatting, still nude. Hannah brought up the point that one out of three husbands would have an affair this year. Heather didn't understand that at all, so we got out a dice cube. It was decided that a one or a six meant an affair. We had to roll four rounds before we didn't have an affair." Rachel paused to let that sink in fully.

"The girls started getting frightened, desperate at losing their husbands. Camille really loves you, and couldn't bear even trying to raise your children without you. We all came to the conclusion that we had to do whatever was necessary to keep our husbands in the fold. Then someone came up with the bright idea of a pre-emptive strike, having each of the wives try to seduce each other's husbands. We glumly concluded that would work, but would only guarantee the destruction of our marriages. Hannah pointed out that she would be willing to make love to any one of our husbands, and then no one would have to get divorced. She was going to sacrifice herself for all of us. (laughs)"

"Heather didn't like that one bit. She thought it should be fair, equal, open to a11, so to speak. (laughs) So I drove the concept home, explained how we would all have to be the wives to each of the husbands, one at a time. Each of the wives had fantasies about one or the other of the husbands, so it was easy to convince them. Then Hannah and I worked out how to break the news to you guys, in a hot way, so that you would be more likely to say yes than to say no. It worked."
Rachel and I tenderly made love that day, several times. I watched her limber up and dance. We talked, we kissed, we went on walks through their garden. We made love inside, we made love outside in the fall leaves. I hoped deeply in my heart that Camille was having as good a time as I was. Then came time for bed, and we made love until we fell asleep.

Sunday morning, I awoke to coffee, rolls, and talk again. We made love, we talked. We kissed for hours, and we talked. I learned so much about Rachel, her smart, deep mind, her classical tastes, her background, her life, her hopes, her dreams, her fears. Her greatest fear was loosing Matt. That was why she had been so driven to form the witches circle. Not only did it solve their problem, but it struck at the heart of hers. Matt could never leave her now. Where would he find a woman who would share other women with him like this? I saw her at once as more fragile and stronger than I had ever suspected. At the end of the day, she had her driver take me home, dressed in one of Matt's suits. Camille was walking on cloud nine. She had clearly had some marvelous sexual experiences, but adamantly refused to talk about it. She was still so turned on that we never made it to the bedroom, screwing fiercely in the hallway upstairs as we heard Nana drive up with the kids. That ended all discussion about the matter, and other than the greatly increased libido and desire for each other that lasted for two weeks, we didn't speak about it again. She was my wife. I was her husband. We loved each other, and that was that.

The week before Thanksgiving, Nana took the boys again, and Camille drove me to Johnathan and Kirsten's. Kirsten wanted to go dancing, and we did, hooping from club to club. She was wild, she was hot, and she didn't wear any panties. We went to Georgetown, hitting all the best clubs. We got thrown out because she was sucking me off in the back of one of the bars. We took a cab back to her place, and started in on a wild festival of oral sex. Kirsten could really put a hurt on you, she knew her way around a cock. We came so many times I lost count. She could always blow me hard again, until I passed out from exertion. In the morning, I got up and fixed her breakfast. We talked briefly, then she had a whole list of things to do, places to go, things to see. I'd done D.C. years ago, but we took the Metro and saw Air & Space, The National Art Gallery, the Old Post Office, and finally the National Zoo. Then we went home, ate a pizza, watched XXX films and screwed until dawn. I got up, made breakfast again, even though it was noon, and we spent the afternoon sucking and licking each other into ecstasy. Camille dropped Jonathan off as she picked me up, and we had a very quiet ride home with smiles a mile wide. We didn't even get up to the rug in the hallway upstairs, but slammed our bodies together in the roughest sex I can remember right on the hardwood floor of our den. No explanations, no excuses. We went back to being more tender, but the heat didn't fade.

Two weeks before Christmas, Camille dropped me off at Nora's. She kissed Michael hotly, then left. Michael was picked up by Hannah, who kissed me hotly, then Nora and I were alone. Her brownstone was really remarkable, a great example of what can be done to restore an older home. We bundled up, and took walks in the snow in the park, talking and learning about each other. She cooked me a fabulous meal, with wine and soft warm bread. For dessert we had fudge sundaes.

We snuggled on their couch, listening to soft jazz and talking through our lives. The kissing started gently, then built through layer after layer of intensity. We stripped down without even thinking, and the cold leather of the couch was a real shock to my bare skin. I took her upstairs to her bedroom, a soft four poster bed, and we made very slow and tender love, while we opened up our hearts to each other. I knew more about her experiences with Michael, Wil, and Kevin, than I did about Camille's. Wil had been very rude at first. Nora had put her foot down, and that was what Wil needed. He eventually left with both of them on good terms, but it was not her favorite situation, clearly. Kevin was a fabulous lover, attentive, gentle, and very well skilled. He was also well equipped, I was informed. She had practically made Hannah peel her off of him the way Heather had to be peeled off of me. I found out that her oral skills were no match for Kirsten, but she was a great ski bunny, the kind you like to ride slow, making tender love to, while it snows outside. We went on walks, we had snowball fights, we made angels and a snowman, and a very well stacked snow woman. Nora's large breasts were very sensitive, so I teased them the entire time we made love, just like I did her clit, and the strength of her climaxes told me that I was a very good lover indeed.

Camille was naked in my chair, playing with herself when I got home. We locked into an oral embrace that ended only when we had to rush upstairs when Nana came home. Her time with Matt left her on a high burn that didn't fade for days. Every time we had a spare moment, we were on top of each other. Even the boys noticed "Mom and Dad are in love again!"

Rachel had planned for a grand New Years party, but half of us couldn't come, so they ended up canceling it. Matt had been raving to her about Camille, and she wistfully told me that one of the reasons she had set up the New Years bash was so she could make love with me again. "We'll have our chance." I told her. "I hope so. I truly hope so." she said. Midway through the first month of the new year, Heather got her wish. Camille dropped me off, and her plain home had the evidence of Wil's drinking. None of that mattered to her, and her body glued to me the moment I came in the door and didn't let loose except when she really, truly had to. She nearly crushed my head with her muscular thighs when she came as I ate her, and her mouth was always on me. Even when I tried to watch some TV Saturday night, she was there, sucking on me, like a little baby with her pacifier. I couldn't imagine how Wil could treat this woman the way he obviously did, but I was only her lover, and he was her husband. Camille pried us apart, still hot and wet from her session with Kevin. His cum was still inside her when we got home, and we could barely crawl into the den, screwing all the way. Camille played with herself all the time that week, and an orgasm was never more than a few minutes of concentrated touching away. Camille and I made soft tender love every night, until very late, as she moaned into her pillow. She still wouldn't tell me a word.

Valentine's Day weekend, Camille dropped me off at Hannah's. Hannah welcomed me at the door in just the same firehouse red lingerie she had worn the night of the first party. Her panties were drenched, and her pungent odor was strong, but not unpleasant. I got to know that odor and her taste very well. She was a great lover, and she took care of all my needs. She had fruit for us to rub on each other and lick off. She was skilled orally, and she even used her auto suck toy on me, just as we used a great variety of vibrators, _dildos, oils, and body paint's on her. She was incredibly playful, and I found her both an erotic ally and someone I could confide in. By turns I found her to be a hot lover, a playful child, a den mother, a stern taskmaster ( when eating her out), then the softest teddy bear I'd ever had. We made love, we fell asleep. We woke, we ate, we played, we talked endlessly, before, during, and after. I learned secrets about my wife, and every other one of the women.

Camille was practically cold when I got home. Wil did not play well with others, I guessed. Camille spent a lot of time on the phone that week, and I felt something was going on, but I didn't get let in on it.

The middle of March, a new twist unfolded. Rachel had set up this weekend to be by agreement. No one really wanted Wil, but Nora and Michael finally agreed to trade. Camille's second choice was Matt, but she and Kirsten were both asking for him, and Kirsten won. That left Hannah and Kevin. Hannah suggested that we just stay together as a foursome. Camille was wary, but when I enthusiastically said yes, she caved in and agreed. We drove to their house, and they met us in comfortable robes. We had a cookout, started out with back rubs, then front rubs, then slid into gentle rounds of oral sex, men on the women, switching back and forth, then women on the men, switching back and forth. I got to see my wife take another man's large cock into her mouth, and then into her tight pussy, for the very first time. We went on like that for hours, and finally Kevin and I petered out. Hannah started in using her toys on Camille, and Camille grabbed a vibrator and started in on Hannah. It rapidly escalated into a very hot sixty nine, and Kevin and I finally rejoined them, taking the place of the vibrators as they licked each other to the limits of sanity and beyond.

We still keep to that original schedule. I know I will make love to Rachel each April and October, as long as I want to. Wil is in A. A., and he is finally getting his life straight and treating people right. Camille is still incandescently hot every time she comes back to me, but we have more foursomes, and the circle has been a great boost to all of our sex lives. I have a greater variety of women in real life than most men have in their fantasies. Even better, I've gotten to know those women, as real people, and I treasure them. Our relationships have given me people to talk to about anything, people who love me deeply, people I care about deeply. So I beg of you, if the witches spell comes to your neighborhood, surrender to the enchantment, go where it leads you!

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I sat there a moment trying to figure out what I should do. I saw the young lady in the ticket booth out front; I figured I could ask her, maybe they had moved or something.

I got out of the car, walked across the street and approached the ticket booth. The woman smiled at me as I spoke.

"Excuse me, do you know where the Pleasure Zone is? The address I have says it is here, but this looks like a theater."

The young lady smiled, "Oh it is. It's inside to the left. The theater is to the right. You need to pay two dollars to go in then when you make a purchase they deduct the two dollars from the item. If you do not make a purchase you can take the two tokes into the video booth and use them there."

I was loosing my nerve as I stood talking to her. "I ah, never have been in a place like this. Is it safe? I mean I just want run in pick up something and get back home. Maybe I should do this another time."

The woman must have sensed my dilemma she whispered conspirely, "You know if you are going to just run in and get something. This time of day is best; I don't think anyone is in the store at the moment except the sales staff. Peggy can assist you and she is very nice. Tell you what, if you go in and don't buy anything just bring me the two tokens and I'll give you your two dollars back."

I pulled my little money pouch out of my pocket and gave her the two dollars. She handed me the two tokens and as I started to leave she reminded me, "Remember go to the left when you go through the doors."

I was really getting nervous as I walked to the doors. I went inside and saw the counter with three women there. Two were on stools and another was leaning against the glass counter. I saw the signs the `Pleasure Zone' was clearly marked and I went straight in.

Like I said, I had heard of sex shops but I never was inside of one. A lovely woman walked up to me and asked "May I help you dear?"

Boy, talk about being tongue-tied. I looked at her and responded mousely, "Oh I'm just looking around thank you." I guess I expected her to walk off and leave me, but she didn't.

"Great, let me point out the different sections so you can see what we have to offer. Lets start with the sex toys first." I followed her as she began pointing out the different things. Talking to me about everything as if she were speaking of dinnerware or place settings.

"Here are the dildos. As you can see we have every shape and size. Plastic, rubber, vibrating, non-vibrating, Dog dicks, Black ones, pink ones, fat ones long ones, and let's not forget double headed ones." I stopped to look at the selection. I saw the one I wanted. It was black, fat, and it was long. I pointed and asked, "How much is that one?"

The woman walked behind the counter opened the sliding door and pulled it out, handing it to me saying, "Seventeen ninety-five plus tax. That is our hottest seller and it really feels like the real thing. I know I have two of those along side my bed."

I took it in my hand and held it; I asked, "Two?"

She laughed leaning into me and whispered softly, "One for me and one for my girlfriend." I have no idea why what she said shocked me but it did.

Turning red, "Oh, I didn't think of that."

She said, "If you'd like one with a vibrator in it this is a good one." She then pulled out another one similar in length and width but just a little stiffer. She picked up a small white plastic box and pushed a button. The thing began to vibrate in my hands. She giggled, "This one is cordless, that is the new thing now. No more wires to deal with."

When it turned on I was not ready for it and I sort of jumped. I did not let go of it, but you could tell I was surprised. She laughed, "Opps, sorry I should have warned you." I held it and I knew I was becoming excited. I could not help but wonder just how this thing would feel inside of me. I guess the woman could read minds she said, "I wish you could try it out like a test drive, but it is against the law. You could take it home and try it, then if you felt it did not do what you want it to you can always bring it back. Just make sure you keep your receipt. Try it in the privacy of your own home for up to 14 days."

I asked, "How much is this one?"

She answered, "Twenty-four ninety-five plus tax. Of course we take off the two dollars you paid to come in and with these toys, every buyer gets four tokens to use in the video booths. So I would be giving you eight total when you buy both of these."

"Oh I don't want to go in there. Can't you just deduct the amount off the price?"

The woman chuckled, "Sorry, I can't, besides if you do go in to the privacy of the video booth you can see if you made the right purchase. After all if you don't like one of them I can refund you your money right away so you don't have to make two trips."

I knew that I if I got home and did not like one of these two things I sure as hell would not be driving back to get my money back. No way on earth that would happen. I did like what she said about the privacy thing to see if I did like the one that vibrated. I already knew I loved the one I picked out. It had to be a twin to Shirley's.

I said, "I'll buy these two." I realized at that moment I had to pee. I don't' know why but I had too. I asked, "Is there a ladies room here? I need to use it."

"Sure" she pointed, "see the door there? Just lock it and I'll have your purchase ready at the register when you come out."

I went into the rest room and sat down. I was almost shaking thinking of what had just transpired. Now to be honest not with you, but with myself; I don't know if I was shaking because I was nervous or excited. (Maybe a little of both)

I knew one thing for sure I wanted to feel that thing inside of me. I wanted to feel the thing vibrating while inside. Maybe I would use the tokens and go inside one of the private viewing booths. I didn't see anyone other than the woman. As long as no one knew but her, I think I could try it.

I cleaned myself, pulled up my shorts, and tucked in my blouse and went back out to the cash register. It was still just the two of us. I pulled out my coin purse paid her and she handed me the change with the eight tokens. She handed me the dark gray bag and said pointing to a hanging curtain. "The private booths are over there past the curtains. Take you're time and think of it as a fitting room. If you want to watch one of our exciting movies drop in a token and it will start."

I could feel my heart beating as I walked to the curtain; it was a dark maroon thick and heavy. I walk past it and I saw two men walking in the dark hallway. The first door I tried to open was locked with a red light above it lit. I went to the next door and the light was green, I tried the door and it was not locked. I opened it and saw the tiny room was empty. I went inside, shut the door and found the lock, locking it I leaned back against it.

My heart was pounding, it seemed as if I could not catch my breath as I stood there. I could hear sex going on, and it was loud. I could smell the aroma of sex in the air. I mean that, I know the smell of men's sperm and the air was full of it.

I felt excitement over every fiber of my body. The big TV screen in front of me was blinking "Insert Token" over and over. I could see from the little light in the tiny booth a ledge in front of the screen. I placed my bag on it, when I did I saw a small bowel that was full of condoms sitting on the ledge against the right corner. I held the eight tokens in my hand.

With my shaking fingers I began inserting the tokens into the slot, I saw a folding chair standing to my right side. I took it and with the room being so tiny I had to get against the wall as I unfolded it, stepped in front then sat down trying to catch my breath. The sounds of sex seemed to flood the air and my ears. My TV screen came on as the first token dropped in.

I saw an "on screen button" with two arrows up and down. I touched it and the screen changed. Now you know I am not a prude right? I already told you how porn effects me, but this, this was like nothing I had ever seen.

Everything just added to my excitement. I had almost all four of my senses being bombarded. My mind was being invaded. I say almost because, three of them were working overtime. The only sense not working was my sense of touch. My ears picked up on the sounds of hot sex; my nose could smell the aroma of sex, with the screen lit up and seeing the man screwing the woman, (I should say girl, because she looked so young.) Funny how I thought of that, because I knew it would be very quickly that my sense of touch would soon be in play. I sat there flipping through the sex scenes on the TV. I came across one with a guy going into a bathroom stall.

Now I can't tell you what made me stop there. I guess I had to see what was sexual about that. I mean why show a man going to the bathroom? I watched as he dropped his pants and I saw he was not wearing any under-shorts. He was rather well endowed. He sat down opened his legs and began touching himself.

He was hard in no time. I sat there excited as I watched. I had never seen a man or boy do that. Oh I know they do it all the time. But I just had never seen it. I know it excites men to watch a woman masturbate, and now I understand why. I stood up undid my shorts and let them drop to my ankles; I took my feet out of them and put them on the little shelf with my bag.

I opened my legs and began masturbating myself as I watched him. He was nice and hard when the camera showed a hole in a wall with an eye looking through. Then the camera pulled back showing the hole was on the sidewall of the stall that he was in.

The next thing I saw was a big, long cock begin to come through the hole into the stall with the guy stroking his cock. I saw him lean over to the side and my head seemed to swirl as I saw him open his mouth and I could hardly wait to see him put the cock in his mouth.

In the past I had a couple of my few boyfriends that told me how much they like watching two girls get it on. I never understood that until that very moment. There was something very curious and very exciting watching a man suck another man's cock as he masturbated in the bathroom stall.

I had my legs open and I had the crotch of my panties moved aside so I had free access to my bottom area. I was sitting on the edge of the folding chair as I watched and played with myself.

I just sat there staring at what the boy was doing to the other guy as he sat there on the stool stroking his cock sucking the stranger's dick. I guess knowing that the man was not known to the other made it even more exciting.

Now I have always enjoyed giving head. I loved giving it to my boyfriends, and my husband now that I was married. But watching it like this made it more exciting. I began to picture myself in the bathroom doing what he was doing to a complete stranger.

I was so wet between my legs, I had a flashing thought to get out one of my new toys and try it. Just as I thought that I noticed something out of my peripheral vision to my left. When I turned my head to see what had caught my vision my heart really began to pump. I saw a flaccid penis sticking through a hole in the sidewall next to me.

I kept touching myself and rubbing my clit as I stared at the cock sticking through the hole. I had a thought and turned to my right. I saw another hole and with the light coming from my TV screen I could see an eye looking into my tiny little booth.

I froze. I mean watching was one thing, but I was being watched by a complete stranger doing the most private thing. I began to hear a voice saying, "suck it, suck it."

I guess hearing the voice snapped me out of my frozen state. I realized that the voice was coming from the man on my left that had stuck his cock through the hole in the wall.

I was in shock. Just moments ago I was hotter than I had ever been in my life. Realizing that I was being watched sort of shook me to my core. The man was louder than the sounds coming from my TV as well as the sounds coming from the other rooms or booths.

I leaned over to my left just a little, opening my mouth I took the flaccid cock into my mouth. I kept my hands between my legs as I began to work on the strangers cock. It seemed to come alive quickly as I closed my eyes and relished what I was doing.

The cock got hard very fast and I wanted to do more than just suck it. Now the hole in the wall was about the size of a large head of lettuce. I reached for the bottom of it and found the man's sack; I began to fondle it, as I like to do when I suck my lovers off.

I pulled back and then began to kiss it all over. From the head down the side right to his balls. I let it rest against the side of my face as I made love to his sack. Moving back I kept kissing his stiff shaft moving up to the head until I could get it back into my mouth.

I was moaning with pleasure as I made love to this cock sticking out from the hole. I felt something touch my right leg as I leaned over and it startled me. I pulled back and looked just in time to see an arm disappear from the big hole on my right. Moments later a nice hard cock stuck through it. I reached for it with my right hand as I bent back over to the man I was sucking.

I heard the man I was sucking say over the sounds around me coming from our TVs "I'm coming. Take it you fucking bitch. Swallow it all."

I felt his cock begin to throb as he squirted his seed into my mouth. Now I have always swallowed my boyfriends when I sucked them off and when I did I would almost always climax myself. This was the same; I began to climax as he emptied his sack into my mouth.

Now I don't know how other women do it. But I like to collect the man's sperm in my mouth and when he is all finished and I am just about through climaxing myself I slowly let it slide down my throat. I have always done this, and it is like a natural reflex to me. I kept stroking the cock to my right; will behind me as I sucked the man coming in my mouth.

I felt him pull back and I quickly turned around to suck on the cock I had been holding and playing with. I swallowed as I opened my moth to take him in. I closed my eyes and road my own climax as I began working him. I heard the door open and shut behind me then moments later I heard it again.

I don't know how to admit this, or say it, but this was so nasty. I mean this was the nastiest thing I had ever done in my whole life. It excited me beyond description. This cock I was sucking was big, it was thick and I needed to fuck. I mean I needed it worse than I ever had in my life. And there were a few times it that came close to this; but nothing like the cravings I had sucking the strangers cock.

I stood up knocking over the folding chair with a loud bang. I pulled back from the man's dick, turned around and grabbing hold of it again, I guided it into myself as I backed against the hole in the wall.

Once my ass-cheeks were against the wall I put my hands on the wall in front of me and pushed back holding myself tight against it so the man fucking me could get his cock inside as deep as possible.

I had my eyes closed all the time I was like this and for some reason I opened them. When I did I had a stiff cock inches away from my face sticking through the hole in front of me. I opened my mouth, leaned a tiny bit down taking it past my lips.

The man was not extremely big, and long ago I had learned the art (as John called it) of giving "deep throat". I leaned down and into the groin of the man now fucking my face. The man behind me ejaculated inside of me and pulled back. I just kept my hands against the wall in front of me and stayed in that position as I let the man in front of me fuck in and out my open mouth.

I felt the vibration of the wall behind me as the door of that booth opened and closed and opened again. I felt fingers at my hole and a finger search and find my asshole. The fingers pulled back and were quickly replaced by a man's cock.

Who ever he was, he wasn't well endowed. He was rather small. I barely felt him. But it was enough to satisfy. The man fucking my face came and I collected his sperm getting every drop.

Now while the man fucking me was not all that big, there was pleasure from all of it. It was more of a mental thing. I was swept away from the thing itself going on rather than the size of his dick.

Looking down I saw from the reflection of the light coming from the TV screen in the booth in front of me the door open and the man walk out. I even felt the breeze of the door open and close. I wondered if another man would come in and replace the man that just left. It was then that I saw on the floor in front on me what looked like dollar bills.

I took one hand from the wall that I was holding myself bent over. And reaching down I picked up the two bills. I could hardly make them out, one looked like a fifty and the other looked like a twenty. I felt another breeze and I knew that the door of the booth in front of me had opened and someone had walked in. The man behind me came and pulled out so there I stood with my ass-cheeks pressed against the wall behind me as I watched a stranger walk up to the hole in front of me, unzip his pants and he pulled his half flaccid dick out moving closer to the hole and my waiting mouth.

Again I felt the door open and close behind me, then once more. I felt a hand on my ass-cheek and a finger slide into my dripping crack. I had all kinds of liquid between my legs. My own juice as well as the two men that just finished having sex with me, oops that was three.

I could see some sort of flashing going on in my booth and it hit me that my TV screen was flashing to insert more tokens. I closed my eyes and focused on the man behind me putting his cock in me as well as the man fucking my face. The man behind me came first and soon after that the man fucking my face came.

They moved off but as the man in front of me left he dropped three bills on the floor in front of me I watched as they flipped as they fell to the floor.

After the man left that had been fucking me left I felt him push something in my booth down between my legs. The man fucking my face had been gone only a few minutes before the door opened again and another man replaced him.

My lower back was getting tired in that position and I don't know I guess the excitement was beginning to wear off. I realized that no one was coming in the booth behind me so I moved away from the wall and sat back down.

All the time I moved I never took my mouth off the man I was sucking. The flashing was beginning to bother me and my mouth was getting a little sore. I should say my jaw. The man came that I was sucking and he pulled back.

I picked up the chair and set it back up. I sat down on the cold metal seat as I began to beat myself up for doing what I did. I sat there and looked down, I saw the bills and picked them up. It was too dark to see what they were; I just folded them and stuck them in my blouse pocket. I had to pee and I felt messy between my legs, I mean real messy.

I heard the doors open and close again however I had lost interest in doing anything more. I saw my shorts on the shelf and it was then that I remembered that I had dropped my panties when I backed against the wall. I looked down and they were on the floor at my feet.

I picked them up and thought about putting them on when I realized I had been stepping on them. I saw the little trash can in the corner under the TV so I tossed them in it. I picked up my shorts and put them on. I saw two cocks sticking through both holes in the walls to my right and left as I grabbed my bag, opened the door and stepped out. I saw I think four men standing in the hallway. And it looked like they were waiting to be next.
I walked back into the store part and the lady I had spoke with and helped me was talking to a man. She asked me to come over and I did.

"Hi there again," gesturing to the man standing with her, "This is Jack, he owns the place and if you have a moment he would like to speak with you."

I looked at her and then him. I asked, "Why, what's it about?" The woman chuckled and Jack said, "Oh it's nothing really I just think you are a natural and I would like only a few moments of your time. Trust me it will be worth a lot to you."

I had a funny feeling in my tummy when he said, "trust me" I have found that when men say that they want something. I could not help but wonder what he wanted to talk with me about.

I shrugged, "Sure why not, what's on your mind?"

Jack said, "Lets go to my office." He turned and began walking away; I just followed him out into the lobby and into his office.

"Please sit," he said, "before we start I need to ask you, just how old are you dear?"

I answered curtly, "I'm twenty six."

He looked skeptical, "You look much younger, would you mind showing me some ID with your age honey?"

I relaxed, now I knew what was wrong. He wanted to make sure I was over eighteen. I pulled out my Military dependents ID card and handed it to him.

"Oh so you are married to an officer Mrs. Franklin." Handing the card back he apologized, "I'm sorry Mrs. Franklin, you just look so young. I was getting ready to fire my ticket girl for letting you in. You look like you are maybe sixteen maybe seventeen.

"Look that is only part of the reason I asked you in here. The other part is I am always looking for new girls to work here. From what I saw and experienced, you are a natural. You seem to really love sex. I was one of the men from the booth."

I must have turned dark red when he said that. I felt my face get hot and flush. He continued as he went on, "What my girls do here is keep the boys happy and moving. They go into a booth like you did, have lots of fun and go home with lots of money.

They suck guys off like you did; they screw guys like you did. Everyone has fun and everyone goes home happy; the men to their wives and my girls to their families and husbands.

I sat there listening to him as he spoke. I was stunned and yet curious as to what was going to come out of his mouth next.

I argued, "Look I don't know, I'm not a whore. I just went sort of crazy in there. I didn't come down here to do anything like that. I bought the rubber things and when I saw the video booths I just wanted to see what they were. I never knew they were like that. I mean when the man put his thing through the hole I don't know what came over me, I am not like that."

I could feel tears in my eyes as I spoke. Jack got up and walked over to me handing me a tissue. He said "Now don't you worry, what happens here, stays here darlin. No one is going to know. Look you look like a smart girl and from what I saw you really got into it; did you count the money you picked up from the floor yet dear?"

I said, "No, I don't even know why I picked it up. I put it in my pocket. Here you take it, I don't want it."

I reached into my blouse pocket and pulled out a small wad of bills. I handed it to Jack and he began to count it.

"Twenty, five, five, ten, twenty, fifty, three, ten. Looks like you have One hundred twenty three dollars here. I don't want it. But you can see why my girls would get pissed don't you? Now if you decided to come work here, you will be able to keep this and no one would be unhappy. Can you think of anyplace you can work and make that kind of money in what forty maybe the fort five minutes that you were here?"

I sat there sniffling and I looked up at Jack, I said "What? Are you asking me to work here? I'm not a prostitute; I'm a housewife. I don't know what happen to me, and I am not like that."

Jack sat down and said, "I am not asking you to be a prostitute. I am offering you a safe place to do what you obviously love doing and to take home lots of money for doing it. All my girls are married, all make great money and no one does anything they do not want to do. The husbands know their wives work here and everything is on the up and up. I would not even consider letting you work here unless I spoke with your husband first."

I said, "We'll that will be very hard, John, is overseas and won't get back for at least another six more months. Maybe even another twelve. They are asking him to stay for eighteen months over in Korea."

Jack sat there and did not say anything. Finely after a long silence he said, "Okay, now I think I understand what happened today. He has been gone for what five, six months now?"

I said "Yes, just over six months."

Jack said "Ahhh okay now I understand, you came down here to get a dildo and being horny you got caught up in the sex. Okay, lets do this. You think about my proposal of working here. Take the dildos home and every time you use one of them, remember the fun you had down here in the video booths. Remember how much money you made in such a short period of time having the time of your life.

Remember no one will ever know unless you open your mouth and tell them. Here is my private and home phone numbers. If you call me we can talk again. If you want to come down here and purchase anything feel free too. If you even want to go in the video booths again and play around that is okay. Just leave the money on the floor for my girls. If you pick any of it up, I will ban you from here. I am always looking for a new face and you are lovely."

I said, "I won't be coming back down here again, and I doubt if I will call you. Thank you for talking to me and the job offer. I'm an officers wife and I just can't."

Jack said, "Officer? Hell, I have four Officers' wives working here right now. You're a woman aren't you? You have physical and financial needs while you're hubby is gone. My place here can meet both of your needs. It sure pays and feels better than laying in bed fucking yourself fantasying about sex, don't you think? Look, forget all this, before you go I want to get your name again and your phone number."

I looked at him and said, "My name is Linda, and I do not feel comfortable giving you my home phone."

I stood up and so did Jack, he folded up the money in his hand that he had counted and stuck the bills back into my blouse pocket. He said, "That is fine Linda; here take this and I'm here all the time. Call here first if you call; now go, go home and have fun with your new dildos."

I turned and walked out. I did not look back, and I walked down the lobby and out the front doors to my car parked across the street. Getting in I put my bag on the front seat and drove back to the base.

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