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[Blue Bull]

Susan and her love rival

(Fiction, Consensual Sex)
Author: buster352
Published: 07 January 2022

As the morning sun shone brightly on that winter’s day, Susan kissed Alex goodbye, climbed into her car and lit a cigarette. She needed the hit of nicotine to help her come down from last night. Never had she had such intense sex. Or even close. She lost count of the orgasms. She had a quick look in the rear view mirror as she pulled away from his drive. She was wearing no make up and her hair needed a better brush. She was uncomfortable looking like that but had left in a hurry as she had to go home and change for work. So different to when she arrived at Alex’s house the previous night. Then she was looking fantastic, feeling sexy and dressed the same way. Susan was a forty something blonde, slim with a medium bust. Her hair was slightly longer than shoulder length and she would often have it tied in a pony tail but last night it was in curls. She felt odd driving home in the morning dressed in a glittery gold dress and barefoot. Her black heels were on the back seat where she discarded them to drive.

Her brain was racing. What a night. It all started with a quiet dinner. Alex was a great cook. And an even better lover. How many orgasms was it? Well two on the sofa to start. Then a third on the bed. Another in the shower. A fifth on the bed and maybe a sixth? Then the last one after breakfast. And he came four times? The first when he fucked her on the sofa. That was nice. Then again when in bed. Then he covered her face when in the shower. The bed again. And then this morning, Oh, so five times. It was incredible. She hoped it wouldn’t be a one night stand. Her expectations weren’t high, she knew Alex had a string of girls before. Everyone at the club knew. He had a reputation. And he was not only wealthy but very handsome and athletic. He could have most single girls that he wanted and quite a few married ones too. Susan was divorced and ten years older than Alex so was a little surprised when he asked her to his house for dinner. She thought it might end up in sex but wasn’t completely sure. She never envisioned it being an all night thing. She smiled to herself. Fuck, what a night.

For the next few days she kept checking her phone. Hoping for a message from Alex. An emoji, a good morning or anything. But her screen was blank. It was too much to hope for that he would contact her again. Susan was continually horny now. All she could think of was his beautiful cock and how deep he drove it inside her. She need more. In an act of desperation she messaged him. To her surprise he messaged straight back.

‘Sorry babe. Lost your number. Glad you messaged me. Great being with you the other night. Wanna meet up?’ Susan smiled. She knew he hadn’t lost her number. She saw him put it into his phone. But overcome with lust, she ignored his lie. She replied.

‘Yeah sexy. Would love to. I’m on an evening shift tonight. Start at 6pm. Maybe tomorrow?’

He was insistent though. ‘How about I drop over for coffee before you go to work? Say 5pm?’

‘OK. Sounds good’ She agreed and messaged him her address. Susan was very excited. It was only a coffee date but could it lead to something more? Another night at his place hopefully. She was a horny bitch.

What a drag that day was. She was constantly checking her phone to see the time and quietly hoping he wasn’t going to cancel, or worse still, ghost her. She was ready by 4pm and sat waiting hoping for a message that he was on his way. She heard nothing. She really didn’t want to message him again. Around five past five, her heart was slowly sinking when there was a ring on the doorbell. Susan jumped up, checked herself in the mirror and ran to the door. She was like a silly teenager again. It was Alex. She beamed. He was Wearing smart trousers, a designer shirt and a leather jacket. He stood around 6’1” with dark hair which was currently slicked back. She welcomed him in and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. She showed him around her small house briefly, finishing with the lounge. They exchanged small talk and Alex took off his jacket.

“How about that coffee?” He inquired.

“Oh yeah. I’ve got the pot ready. I’ll put it on.” She skipped barefoot into the kitchen and stood up to the counter getting the coffees ready.

“How do you take it?” She called out. But there was no need to call, Alex was standing right behind her. “Oh, I didn’t see you there,” she said surprised. She went to turn around to face him but he was pressed up against her she couldn’t move very well. He pressed harder against her and she could feel his engorged cock against her bum.

“I’ll take it just how it is right now.” He whispered.

She gasped as he lifted up her short skirt. Susan worked as a supervisor in a bar/restaurant. She would normally wear a short skirt, a shirt bearing the company logo and flat shoes. Apart from not having put her shoes on yet, this was how she was dressed now. Her hair was in a pony tail. She pushed back against him and tried to turn around.

“Don’t you want me to fuck you?” He asked, and pushed her back against the counter still facing away from him.

“Oh yeah. More than anything. But here?”

“Right here. Right now.” And with that he grabbed her pony tail with one hand and dropped his pants with the other. She felt his cock, stiff as it gets, thrust between her legs. She was flushed with excitement. This was very unexpected. She felt his fingers pull her panties to one side and the next thing she knew, his cock was poking at her vagina. She was so fucking wet it slipped right in. Not quite all the way, he had to make a slight adjustment first, then their hips connected and she could feel his lovely piece deep inside her. She moaned. He had her pinned tight to the kitchen counter and both his hands reached up into her shirt and forced their way up under her bra. He squeezed her tits and the pounding started.

Slow and rhythmical at first. Pulling his cock out a few inches and then sliding it back in to its full length. All the time playing with her tits and nipples. It was driving her wild. She grabbed onto the handle of a kitchen cabinet and held on for dear life. Her legs began to shake and she could feel herself about to cum. It was never normally this quick for her. She normally needed her pussy eaten to get to this stage. But he made her so wet so quickly. She screamed out as a tremor hit her body and she slammed her hand down on the counter.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck me. Don’t stop.” She exclaimed. He had no intention of doing so. His thrusts got faster and if possible, harder. He was using her now and Susan loved it. He had his left arm across her chest and was holding her right breast. Squeezing and pulling on her nipple. His right arm had moved from under her shirt and was now around her throat. He had her in a tight wrestle hold as his cock was forcefully sliding in and out of her now swollen pussy.

“Do you want my cum inside? Want me to finish inside you?” He growled at her.

“Oh yeah. Fuck me. Finish in me. I want it now. Oh please. Please.” She begged breathlessly.

He squeezed her even tighter and she could feel his semen gushing against her cervix. He continued pumping until very last drop had been deposited. Then slowly pulled away. It was all Susan could do not to collapse in a heap. Alex pulled his trousers up and leant against the door as if nothing had happened. As cool as he tried to look, his face was red and he was a little sweaty. Susan composed herself and re-assembled her clothing. She starting fumbling with cups, rather lost for words.

“Don’t worry about the coffee,” Alex said. I didn’t really some here for that anyway. He pulled her towards him and gave her a deep kiss. “Keep your weekend free. I might have plans for you.” He told her and gave her another lingering kiss. She nodded. He made a quick grab for her ass then made his way to the door. She followed him and waved by which time he was almost in his car. As he drove off she checked her watch again. Just time to change her panties and re-apply some make-up before going off to work. Then she had a change of mind. She was going to keep her semen stained panties on that night. So she could feel his sticky cum against her pussy lips as she worked. She felt so dirty. She loved it.

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[Blue Bull]

The Family Cabin
(Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, First Time)
Author: NCfan
Published: 06 January 2022

I guess it shouldn't surprise me that it all happened. Looking back I don't really mind at all either. We all have needs of different types and when those needs all collide, well things happen.

It was over the Christmas break. Dad had suggested we all go to the cabin we used in Vermont for some family bonding, hunting and general outdoors activities. It was no surprise that my mother begged off. She would go to Indiana to visit her mother. The cabin was never her favorite place and frankily she and my father sort of "got along" those days. So it was going to be a bit of a guys weekend. Dad had always treated me as "one of the boys", even as I'd become less of a tom boy the past few years.

Dad is 57 and has a typical Dad bod. His hair is graying, his belly hangs over his belt a little and he's getting slower in his movements. He and mom had started the family later than some. My older brother Rick is 27, then there was me at 19, Jon a year younger and finally the youngest Jason. He was the one Dad really wanted out there, hunting and becoming a man. Poor Jason was sometimes overwhelmed by Rick, who was much like Dad and to some extent Jon who was much more mature physically. Rick, if his sister can be a judge, was a bit of a hunk. He was having too much fun to settle down but with his 6 foot, athletic build, dark hair and eyes he professed to have no trouble with women. Jon was also tall, more sandy haired and outgoing. Jason showed promise to end up looking more like Jon, though at the time at 5-5 he was still shorter than me. My name is Rebecca, I was 5-7, 130 lb with C cup breasts, dark hair and hazel eyes. I guess I was attractive enough as I'd had little trouble meeting guys.

And I was long past losing my virginity. That went in the bed of Ben Hazelton's F150, looking up at the stars in a state park. Then over the past couple of years I'd managed to improve my skills with a few other guys. Sex was fun and physically thrilling for me.

We got everything unpacked and soon settled into the usual group routine. Especially with our mother visiting elsewhere, this soon became a "guys" event, so the language was inappropriate and the teasing and verbal harassment plentiful. Dad declared that Jason was old enough, so he wasn't spared and we didn't have to keep it clean. There were bedrooms in a loft area. Dad got his own, Rick and Jon shared a room, and Jason as the youngest was put in with me. There was discussion of Jason being relegated to the sofa, but I said it would be ok,

"As long as he didn't try anything." Jason blushed. Jon suggested,

"He wouldn't know what to do with it anyway." This went on for a bit until Dad declared us settled in and ready to go on our first hunt. After a few hours Rick finally brought down our dinner. Dad had Jason help him with the carcass. Though looking pale through the whole event he managed to pull through. As we brought in wood for the fireplace the first snowflakes began to fall. There had been reports of a winter storm passing north of us, but we soon realized it had slid south and we'd be receiving a bit of snow ourselves.

After dinner Dad said that he was going to enjoy the snow from the hot tub. When he had the water good and steaming he asked if anyone would be joining.

"One thing. Your mother and I always used it nude. So if you're going to be scarred for life by your Dad's old body, beware. We all looked at each other. Other than maybe Rick we'd never been old enough to join them and probably wouldn't have been allowed if mother was here. Rick and Jon quickly said they'd be joining Dad. They looked at me. Sure I was "one of the guys" but they had to be wondering what I looked like under the sweater and jeans. I wavered,

"I'll think about it." They looked at Jason,

"Come on dude, it looks like it'll be cocks only." Jason seemed unsure. Dad settled it,

"Let's go. Be a man," he looked at me, "you can make your own decision."

The guys went out to the hot tub. Since I wasn't sure if I'd be joining I didn't check them out on the way. I looked out the window at the increasing storm. It was beautiful out there. The mix of the steam and the cold must be invigorating. I made up my mind. Wrapping myself in a towel I walked out on the deck. Rick and Jon cheered. Jon smiled,

"OK let it go, come on in." I waved a finger at him.

"Oh no, if I'm dropping this towel you're all standing to welcome me."

Rick laughed and stood right up. He had nothing to be embarrassed about, but to be honest, nothing to brag on either. He surely wasn't going to be thrown out of bed, but, I'd seen bigger. Jon glanced at his older brother, then confidently stood. No longer than Rick, his was noticably thicker. Interesting. They looked at Jason. Rick said,

"Up kid if you want to see the goods." Jason had his head down,

"Do I have to?" Jon, encouraged him,

"Hey we were all your age once. Learn not to worry." Jason stood up. He almost moved his hands to cover himself, then put them to his side. He had some hair growing, and a smallish thin cock hanging. I tried to quickly deflect attention,

"Dad, up."

"Oh for fuck's sake. I've seen you naked before."

"Fair's fair." He grumbled then stood. His belly hung and a bit of a pouch hid some of him, but it was thick like Jason and probably longer than it appeared. "OK then." I dropped the towel. My tits hung slightly with dark areola and nipples sitting at the end facing the guys. I kept a bit of trimmed hair between my legs which were average size. My butt was round and firm. So there I was. I glanced around trying not to stare. Rick raised his chin and nodded in approval, Jon smiled in appreciation. I was pretty sure, even though he'd deny it, that Dad's cock twitched. Poor Jason, lacking the control that comes with experience was sporting a hardon that was a nice improvement over his flaccid state. He covered his face,

"S-sorry." Jon slapped him on the back.

"No worries dude, you saw some tits and pussy and you got a boner. I could rub one out to that sight too."

I flipped the bird at Jon and stepped down into the warm water. The cold air and four cocks had my nipples rock hard. The snow was blowing now and the hot water felt so soothing. I hugged Jason around his neck,

"Don't worry, it's a compliment."

"They didn't get one."

"Just more experienced. And they've probably seen a few by now. Even Dad's moved."

"I did NOT!"

"Oh come on Daddy, you saw some young tits and your dick remembered what it's for."

"Well, yeah honestly, it's not like I've seen much recently." Jason was not listening intently. Rick asked,

"So, you and Mom don't get it on anymore?" Dad glanced at Jason, then remembered what he'd said,

"No, she seems to think we're too old or something." Jon asked,

"Not even a BJ?"

"So what's this, discuss Dad's sex life? And no, she stopped that ages ago." Jason's mouth was wide open. I glanced down and saw his hand squeezing his cock. He was getting information overload. Both the conversation and his continued glances over at my tits where they bounced on the water. "You'll all see someday. Getting old sucks." I looked over at him. I felt sorry for him. I loved him.

"I guess I'm the only one who can do anything about this." I floated over to him, giving Jason, and the others a prime view of my butt.

"Sit up on the ledge Dad."

"What are you doing. You can't..."

"Sit up. It's just us here. No one will say anything. Ever." There were nods all around. Rick looked a bit shocked but said,

"Go ahead Dad. Consider it a thanks for all you've done." He sat up on the step, bringing his soft cock into the cold air. It immediately shrunk almost hiding. I looked up.

"It's ok Daddy." I stuck out my tongue and made contact with the tip of his cock. The men in the family were all cut, so his head turtling from the cold soon began moving towards me. I sucked it into my mouth letting my tongue lick around it. I heard Jason asking Jon,

"What's she doing? I wanna see." Jon switched spots,

"I do too, but move over here, she's giving him a blowjob."

"A..wow..that's what.."

"Don't you watch porn?"

"Mom doesn't let me. It's locked down."

"Use my laptop."

"OK, thanks!"

I now had Dad responding a bit. I pressed my hand against him exposing more of his cock than was visible before. I now took his longer but still soft cock fully into my mouth. My tongue worked around him, my head bobbed as I felt it stiffening. He put his head back, letting the snow brush across his face. At times he'd let out short gasps. He was now mostly firm so I began working quickly up and down his shaft. I held his balls, warming them. I pulled off a moment,

"My ass is getting cold." I went back to sucking off Daddy, then felt two strong hands caressing my butt cheeks, then a smaller more tentative hand.

"That's it Jason, when you get permission, don't pass it up." They were soon doing a great job warming me as I worked Dad's cock fully into my mouth. He was just long enough to reach the back and sucked in a deep breath when he felt the muscles back there closing on him, my tongue moving over the bottom of his cock, my hands rolling his balls. I felt his sack contract and got ready.

"Becky, I'm going to.."

"MMM Hmm."

"But I'm.."

"Dad she said to go ahead."

"You're mother...OH!" He came. One spurt, then cum running from the tip of his cock. I swallowed, then sucked any remaining from him. I sat back then hugged him.

"Was that ok? Feel better?"

"You didn't have to. Maybe shouldn't have, but I haven't felt anything like that in decades." I turned to my brothers,

"Thanks guys, my ass feels much better." I looked at Jason, he grinned,

"Nice butt."

"Why thank you." Jon sat back a thick erection now obvious,

"Um, what about others with growing issues?" I slapped him playfully, then because I wasn't sure yet,

"We'll see." I noticed Rick and Jon raise their eyebrows at each other. Dad declared,

"Well I think that's enough of the hot tub for tonight." Jon fake whined,

"Sure Dad gets his hummer and NOW we're done."

"Out!"

I sat back a moment watching my Dad's tired cock, two very erect cocks and Jason's excited one leave the hot tub. I was debating with myself. I was horny, there were cocks available and I'd already crossed a line. What to do? I walked into the living room with my towel over my shoulder,

"I'm going up to put on PJs I wasn't planning to lie around naked all weekend with you guys ogling me."

Dad settled it, "Yes, let's all get decent. And after that, I'm having a drink." We all walked upstairs. I quickly realized the new reality of the arrangements. Oh well. I opened the door and waved Jason in. When I closed it I turned to face him. I noticed that his cock hadn't really gone down any. But then, there had been a naked woman around him for the last while.

"You know, now that it's hard, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I bet you end up as big as your brothers."

"Really? You think so?"

"Sure."

"But it's just sticking out."

"May I?"

"Um s-sure." I'd reached out. I wrapped my hand around his cock.

"See, it fills my hand. It's not real thick like Jon's. His is big in that way, but I bet you end up like Rick.

You'll make girls happy."

"Really?"

"Oh sure. I'm happy just holding it." I felt it twitch in my hand. I took his hand and place it on my breast. His mouth fell open, his hand closed over me, my hard nipple pressed against his palm. I squeezed his cock, then felt warm fluid splash against my thigh,

"OH. Oh, oh I'm sorry, it's just..."

"Just normal. You're with me naked, I'm holding you, you're holding me. You'll learn control." I hugged my brother feeling his slim body pressed to mine. My breasts flattened between us, his cock still twitching against my mound.

"That's the first time a girl, you know."

"Made you cum?"

"Uh huh." I hugged him again. Then we dressed and joined the rest. We played games, Dad drank scotch with Rick, Jon had a beer, I had wine. Dad let Jason have a small glass of beer. I clinked my glass with his to quietly toast his first, of sorts. The wind picked up and the snow blew harder. Before bed we checked the weather reports and learned that the storm had taken a decidedly southern course. By morning we'd be under at least three feet. Dad shrugged.

"At least we have provisions. But we're going to be here longer than the weekend. We went up to our rooms. When Jason had settled under his covers I sat on the side of my bed looking over at him. Then I stood and removed my PJs. I slid under the covers behind Jason and snuggled up against him. He turned his head.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm more comfortable here."

"Y-your naked."

"Yep. You can touch me if you want."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Dad said you're a man this weekend. You should know some of what they know." He turned and faced me. I took one of his hands and placed it around me on my back. "Go ahead, let your hand roam around. Feel how my body curves here and there, then down to my butt."

"I liked touching your butt before."

"It feels nice to be touched gently."

"You can touch me. If you want." I put my hand under his pajama top and caressed his thin back, then down to his skinny butt. As we lay against each other I could tell he was stimulated by the touching. He lay looking me in the eyes. Then he leaned forward and let his lips touch mine. Was this his first kiss? I let him try what he wanted. His lips pressed to mine, his hand squeezing my ass. I opened my mouth just a little, letting my tongue barely escape. When he felt my tongue, he let his move between his lips. They touched. He moaned. I moved back and led his hand to my tits. Jason eagerly began massaging and playing with them, feeling my nipple press against his palm. I let my hand caress his chest, still narrow, not hairy like Rick. Apparently feeling more confident his hand moved down to my stomach. I wondered if he'd have the nerve. I moved my mouth to the side of his head,

"Go ahead." His hand moved down, pausing when he reached the hair on my mound, then moving slowly, teasing me without meaning to, until his hand cupped me. I knew he could feel the slit where my inner lips peeked through. And the wetness forming from his attention. I bit at his earlobe, letting him explore. "It's ok. Let your fingers separate me. Feel how wet you've made me? That means a woman is excited."

"You are?"

"Very much."

"Me too."

"I can tell." His middle finger had pressed between my lips. It was moving up and down discovering new and interesting parts. When I sucked in my breath he stopped. "Don't stop, that my clitoris, my clit. It's sensitive, but loves attention." He let his fingers move around my clit, unsure of what he was doing but pushing me forward anyway. "Keep doing that." Now my mouth was against his neck, I whimpered and cried quietly. I was almost ashamed at what I was doing but it was too late to stop. I knew where this was going. Pleased to be giving me some kind of pleasure Jason rubbed and teased my bud. I was now crying as low as I could, "ooh, keep going, uhuhuh, mmmmm, oh fucking hell, Jaaaaason, you, ooooh" I came, then I had to let him know to stop. He would have gone all night rubbing me raw. He was eager to please. "Jason, you gave me, whew, um uh an orgasm."

"That's good right?" I smiled at him.

"It's perfect. There are lots of ways to do that. Good lovers do that."

"Thanks."

"Ha, thank YOU. Now, um. Do you want to?"

"Want to what?" For some reason now I felt shy. Did I want to offer to fuck him? Should I let him be satisfied touching me? But in fairness I needed to get him off.

"You can play with my body all you want. And I could help your excitement there."

"You can rub it again that would be nice." Before I chickened out or came to my senses I blurted out,

"You can fuck me." He nearly choked. "I mean, if you want me to be your first. I won't be offended if you want to wait. I'd do something else if you prefer."

"Really? You'd let me?"

"UM, yes. But don't wait too long to decide." He slid down his PJs. I felt a very hard cock pressing against my leg. "OK then. Kneel with your legs between mine. Put your hands up here. I'll get us lined up."

"Wow, do I need to uh, should we use anything?"

"Oh no worries there. Just do what comes natural. And go until you cum." He got in position. I reached down and found his cock. I rubbed it against me to wet it hoping he didn't cum right then. When I placed the head against my pussy opening, I told him, "Go ahead Jason, press forward and let your cock slide inside. Then move back and forth. Go ahead, you'll see." I felt his cock sliding into me. I squeezed my pussy to grip at him. He was big enough so I could feel him moving. When he was all the way in pressing against

me he smiled.

"I did it. I'm not a virgin."

"You did it. You feel nice. Now finish the job. Go fast or slow. Whatever feels good." He went fast. I guess it let him feel the most on his cock. He looked down at me with amazement as his ass rocked back and forth.

"Oh my god this is amazing. This is the best feeling." He continued his thrusting. I felt him tense. He let out at loud, "Ungh" and shot his load into me. He kept thrusting, then with his body pressed to mine, lay on me.

"That was the best. Can we do it again?"

"I may need a little rest Jason. And this isn't forever."

"OK, but."

"Girls like to be held after sex. To feel our warm bodies against each other. To talk about all kinds of things. Do you have questions?"

"Yes, no. All kinds of things. How did it feel? Was I any good?"

"You were good. Don't worry. You started off great by having me cum first. You do that then girls will like it. It's about sharing."

"You're very pretty. For a sister."

"Ha. But flattery is good too. You're a growing young man who is going to make lots of women happy."

"What other things to people do?"

"Lots of things. With the mouth, with the tits, with the ass. You think of it, people do it."

"Wow, what do you do?"

"Hmm. Maybe too personal, but you already saw me suck one and fuck one, so there's that. I like a guy who licks my pussy."

"Guys do that?"

"Some do. The good ones."

"Hmm. Um, guys stick it in the butt?"

"Yep, some do."

"You?"

"I have. It was ok. It takes a lot of prep."

"Can I suck on your breasts."

I pushed him down a bit and sighed as he went to work on my tits. They might be a little sore in the morning, but he was having a great time. When I felt his cock pressing against my leg, I had him lay on his back. I straddled him and helped him find the spot. This time I used my body to work on him. He stared in wonder as my tits rocked and shook above him. He pulled at my nipples as I bounced on him. After a bit and realizing that he may last a little longer I put my mouth to his and sucked his tongue into my mouth. We wrestled this way as I let my ass rest on his legs while my pussy worked his cock. His hands found my ass and caressed my cheeks as they rotated over him. When I felt his need rising I sat up and ground on him until he released his cum into me. Then I lay on him until he fell asleep. I guess what I'd done was wrong, but it felt so right.

In the morning he woke to find me laying alongside him. I felt him lift the sheets to convince himself it wasn't a dream. When he saw my eyes open he asked,

"Did we really?"

"Twice." I tapped his nose. "You were good. Remember that. Now get in the shower so you don't smell like cum and pussy."

I lay there alone thinking. I was fairly certain that if we were stuck in the cabin a few days I would also fuck Rick and Jon. I also enjoyed the effort, if not the skill, of Jason. He was so appreciative and excited. It was kind of cute. I gethered my things for the day and took over the bathroom when Jason was done. When I passed him he was still grinning ear to ear.

Breakfast was a matter of taking stock of our situation. We had contact with the outside world and it seemed a major blizzard had descended on us. It would be days until they could clear roads up our way. That also meant we'd be stuck indoors with short spurts of digging out from the front door. We could see snow banked up almost to the tops of the downstairs windows. As we sat around the table, eating eggs and bacon, Jon noted that Jason also had a large cup of coffee.

"When did you start drinking coffee? And black too?" Dad cut in,

"Leave him alone. Men drink coffee. He's growing up." Jon, who was always good for pushing things a bit replied,

"Men do lots of things. Until then they're still kids." Jason grinned, mostly to himself, let his eyes shift briefly to me and went back to his bacon. Jon caught this and looked at Rick who shrugged. "Look at me Jason." Jason looked up at Jon, trying to keep a blank expression. Then Jon looked at me as I tried chewing a piece of toast without smiling. "Did you?" I wasn't sure which of us he was directing the question towards. I watched Jason to see if he'd break. Instead he brought the coffee cup to his lips. "Oh you two, I'm going to find out." Dad was not exactly following each look and comment,

"OK enough of that. I think Jason is coming along just fine." Jon laughed,

"I'm thinking you may be right."

After lunch Dad and Rick took the first shift working on the snow. Dad mostly directing while Rick did the heavy work. Jon, Jason and I would pick up where he left off a bit later. Sitting around the living room with another cup of coffee Jon looked at me, then Jason.

"OK, who's going to break? Did you guys mess around in that room some?" Jason was doing his best to say nothing, but the look on his face said too much. I decided to let Jason off the hook.

"Yes Jon. Jason is a man. And he was very good." I smiled over at him. Jon punched Jason's arm lightly, then,

"First, holy shit, you two? Wow. Sis, first Dad, now Jason. So you did it? All the way?"

"Jon, I'll lay it out there so even you can understand...Yes, Jason fucked me. Twice. And I came. And it was fun. And if we're stuck here for days I'll probably do it again if he wants. Now Jason piped up. The info was out, and his words came in a torrent.

"Jon, it was so fucking great and Bec's body is amazing and it felt so good, I had no idea and she was so nice about everything I didn't know and she said I did good and hell yes I'd do it again. I want to do it all the time forever." Jon laughed,

"Hah, hold on there tiger. First congrats on joining the club. And it's not always so easy to find a partner. Look at me, I'm stranded out here in the woods." Then he looked over at me. I knew what thought crossed his mind.

"For now, let's say maybe." Jon sat back,

"Damn."

We took turns working at the snow. I now noticed Jon looking my way more than once. I guess I couldn't blame him. I had no idea when he'd last gotten laid and now I was waving potential pussy at him. And I had to admit, though Jason scratched an itch, the idea of Jon giving me that thick cock kept me warm out in the snow. We'd made some progress when Dad declared a break for the day. He was going up for a nap. The rest of us settled in the main room of the cabin. Inevitably we came around to updating Rick.

"Wow. I wish I had an older sis back in the day." Jon nodded and added,

"But you have a younger one and..." I cut him off,

"No promises Jon." Rick looked at me,

"Are you saying?"

"OK here it is. We're stuck here. It's a guys weekend that's extended. I've got the only pussy in the cabin. And I'm horny too. If we're going to be here a bit, yeah I'm thinking I may want to have some fun with all these strong handsome men." Rick was interested now.

"And you started with Jason?"

"I felt like bringing him up to speed." Now Jason made us laugh,

"And she's a hell of a fuck." I pointed at him,

"You just remember that, and be nice, if you want anymore." Jon was looking uncomfortable sitting on the sofa,

"So, um, when do you think you might...decide?" I smiled at him.

"Tell you what. Get those peckers out and let me...check them out. I have a need to handle some manly cock." Rick and Jon had theirs waving at me in no time. I looked over at Jason, "You too stud." He seemed shy for a moment then pulled out his own hard cock. It looked so small next to Jon's thick club and even Rick's average looking cock, but I knew well it could do the job. "Now sit together on the sofa and let me have some fun."

They all sat on the sofa, trying not to touch each other as they let their cocks reach out towards me. I rolled my eyes,

"Oh stop you babies. You're brothers. Give me half a break and scoot together so I can get to them. They reluctantly let their thighs touch allowing me access without crawling all over. I started down by Rick. I held his cock in my hand and looked it over. It seemed to match my older brother. Though no more than 6 inches it was strong looking, curving up slightly with prominent veins running along the sides nd underneath. The head flared, as wide as the thicked part of his shaft. It was a cock that meant business. I let my tongue run from his balls up to the head. I sucked the head into my mouth letting my tongue work around it. I held his heavy balls in my hand rolling them and feeling the promise of a large load. I let some saliva run down his shaft then followed with my lips taking him deeper into my mouth. I looked up to see Rick nod to Jon. Yes their sister could sure suck some cock. He then let his head lay back as I began working him, stroking him as I teased the head, then taking his length down further each time. I was sure I could get it all, but I built to that slowly. With my left hand I reached out and failed at wrapping my fingers around Jon's cock. Shit, he would be a challenge, but for now I was busy with Rick. At least most of my attention. Up and down on Rick, then my hand following on Jon, then taking Rick all the way down, my pussy twitching, needing, feeling Rick's pubes on my nose, throbbing, my pussy was throbbing I needed, oh fuck. I pulled off Rick,

"Jon, now. Pull down my pants and fuck me, NOW!" I closed my eyes, I took Rick again, I felt my pants being pulled down, I sucked at Rick's head, then Rick pulling up my shirt as my underwear was pulled away, ripped away. Deep again on Rick, into my throat then 'ooooh fuuuuck", my pussy being assaulted, stretched, split open. Jon pushing into me. Thick throbbing meat pushing in. I clamped down on Rick, humming, covering a cry, then off of Rick so I could, shout a muffled, "oooooooooh god, oh shit, deep, give it to me." Jason, porn deprived Jason, looked on in awe, watching his sister devour one cock while being impaled by another. Jon was no longer than Rick so he got deep, very deep, then held it there as I got accustomed to his thickness. Rick had pulled off my shirt, now my bra was gone. My tits were swaying, I heard Rick call Jason over,

"Come on kid, work over her tits, she's going to explode." He knew it and I knew it. Now with Jason pulling at my nipples and crushing my tits with his smaller hands, Jon's cock balls deep and wide and Rick's cock wavering in my face I was ready to go. I began bobbing quickly on Rick as Jon started withdrawing and thrusting into me. Jason eagerly played with my tits, then remembered ny clit. When his finger found it, just above Jon's thristing shaft, his first press sent me off into world's unknown. Rick was lucky I didn't bit his cock off. Muffled by my brother's shaft I let out an "eeeeeeeeeeeee" as I came on Jon. Jason whooped in glee and began rubbing around my clit, soon sending me on waves of pleasure. Rick could handle no more and held my head onto his cock as he released what felt like a huge load, gagging me as I tried swallowing it all. I got most of it, the excess dripping onto him. He sighed, relaxing as I grunted from Jon pounding me. Jason sat back and smiled when Rick said to him,

"I told you. Good move going for her pussy."

"Becky showed me where last night." I was barely aware of their conversation and Rick ruffling Jason's hair as I arched my back taking all of Jon over and over. When I thought I couldn't take any more I felt him tense. He pulled me to him by the hips. I felt his cock somehow stretch me more, then throb as he came, my cunt filling with another brother's cum. When at last he pulled out, my pussy finally relaxed. Jon rested his head on my back. I lay my head on Rick's leg alongside his soft cock. Jason stroked my hair. From above we heard a slow clapping sound, then Dad,

"Well if that wasn't a sight. I had forgotten how horny young people get." I looked up,

"Daddy, we were.."

"I know WHAT you were doing. And let me say. I don't exactly disapprove. As long as you're careful you don't end up pregnant. I know all too well how one day the spigot gets turned off and there are only memories. If I knew then what I'd know now, I'd fuck every chance I got. That goes for you too Jason." Jason looked up at his father with a bit of pride,

"I did too Dad. Last night. I'm a man now too." Dad laughed,

"I wondered about those sleeping arrangements. So while we're stuck here you all do whatever you want. Just don't EVER tell your mother. And you really shouldn't do this at home. If it got out that wouldn't be a good thing. Now, if you're all done grunting and cursing and screaming, I will finish my nap." And then he was gone. We all looked around satisfied. Well except for one.

"Jason, sit back up there on the sofa." When he did I took his quickly hardening cock into my mouth and sucked him until he rewarded me with a nice mouthful. I sucked him dry, licked up any extras and sat back. "Now we're done." The fact that I was naked, had cum splattered on me and leaking from me with my brothers around me was not bothering me at all. Jon looked at me,

"Wow sis. You were amazing." I took his compliment and the others realizing that they'd be more than happy to fuck me all week. I decided to retain control.

"Here's how it's going to be. Three nights, one each. Jason will switch rooms. You'll each have a chance. But you'll make love to me, treat me with respect, take care of my needs and do it nice." They all nodded. "Then if that's going well, and each of your fun depends on the others doing their best at night, then we can have a fuckfest sloppy gangbang down here. I like both. And you'll always respect me, right?" Rick, the most mature of the three answered for them.

"That's more than fair Rebecca. You get to say who does what. And yes we'll always respect you. You're our sister and we love you."

When we were done with hugs and promises we cleaned up. Then there was more snow to shovel. Dinner was a little on the quiet side, maybe slightly awkward. Well except for Jason who didn't know enough to be embarrassed or worried about implications, or really anything. He was a ball of energy, tapping his fork, keeping time with his feet. He'd been there, done that and couldn't wait to go for another ride. I thought it might be good if he waited a day or two. As with this afternoon I'd decided that Rick would be first. Of the three I was certain Rick would know how to make love to a woman and at the moment I had a need to feel like something more than a fuck buddy. I wasn't having regrets, but a girl has different needs at different times. After dinner Dad pulled me aside,

"Just what did you do with Jason? The kids about to burst with energy."

"Daddy, do you remember back to your first time?"

"Sure, Veronica Austin, back of my Chevy."

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

"O...K, maybe more detail than I needed. But remember how once you'd experienced it, you never wanted it to end?"

"Hmm, how things change. Did he behave well?"

"Yes. He did as told and performed as expected."

"Good."

"Oh Daddy. No worries, you've sired three lusty manly men."

"And you?"

"Lusty as they come. It's kind of nice to be out here as 'one of the guys' and not have to worry about being all lady like and such."

"Not like your mother at all."

We had what any family would consider a normal evening. After Dad had gone to bed I suggested Jason bunk in Jon's room. The reactions were priceless. Jason looked most let down, Jon did all he could to not fist bump Rick. Rick rolled his neck and tried to act all nonchalant. I sent the two younger brothers up to their room and asked Rick to get me a glass of wine. There was a fire going as he settled back on the

sofa next to me.

"OK Rick. And yes we're on first name basis. I'm your girl for the night, let me have the Rick charm. And by the way, I'm real sore from shoveling today, I don't know if I'm up to..." My story was cut short by a kiss. Long, slow, drawn out just right.

"A little wine, some more tasty kisses and you might be ready one of Rick's famous massages. Nearly guaranteed to make you melt and um, maybe be more pliable."

"Hmm, now that sounds enticing. And to think, I was going to give it up to you tonight anyway."

"Nonsense. You deserve the full treatment." We sipped wine and stared at the fire. Rick was a gentleman and held me with an arm around my shoulder, my head resting against his. When I turned to offer him a kiss, he was ready. One led to many, then we locked together, tongues doing their thing. An observer would easily assume we were passionate lovers. Now Rick's hand was caressing my back. I reached back and unhooked my bra. At that moment I didn't want him to have any doubts. Rick being a number of years older than me, I don't remember him dating much when he was home. He was out and on his own when I really got into my teen years so ours was a relationship more of close friends or cousins. Now I believed I would be learning that Rick's gentle boasting with Jon was more truth than anything. I'd lost my shirt along the way, his kisses had moved down along my neck and now he was holding and kissing around my breasts. No eager teenager clamping right onto a nipple, he knew to search for spots that created excitement, that caused me to moan, that had me biting at his neck, nibbling on his ear. I was melting already and the massage hadn't even started yet.

With a tremor I pleaded, "Upstairs." He kissed me gently on the lips, then took my hand and led me. He had no need to stare at my bare breasts, jiggling and swaying, no need to follow my ass, held tight in my jeans, up the stairs. He had confidence, and experience. He knew he had me, knew that I wanted nothing more than to make love to him, so he could wait and let it build. Whatever his needs were, mine would exceeed them by the time we'd joined together.

He closed the door behind me then led me to the middle of the small room. He stood looking down at me, held my chin in his hands, kissed me again. Then his tongue made it's way tantalisingly slow, down my body. Kissing, tongue trailing, my neck, shoulders, tits, stomach. I didn't realize he was on his knees, loosening my belt, snapping open my jeans, all the while kissing my navel, then down, following a line that would have ended if he hadn't slipped down my pants, down to where my underwear would have been if they weren't pooled at my feet. Down across the small bit of hair, one leg now hooked over his shoulder, my hands holding his head for balance as his tongue, found its destination. I swayed, I trembled, he held me around my backside, letting his tongue work alone, lapping at me, pushing into me, causing me to whimper as he found my bud and sucked it into his mouth. He'd said nothing since we were downstairs but I felt I knew him better than ever. He lifted me in strong arms, I threw my other leg over his other shoulder as he clamped onto me, holding me to him as I came and came, my hips writhing, back arching, legs entwined behind him. My fingers had a firm grasp of his hair, my head was back, mouth open, too lost in the feelings to utter a sound, then with an "uuuuuuuuuunh", I was done, slumping over him. He carried me to the bed and lay me out on my stomach. His kissed along my back let me come down and relax.

"R-rick, that was the best one ever."

"Ssh, relax Rebecca. Relax. Every muscle." Then I felt his strong hands, fingers, start at my neck and works their way down my body. Deep pressure, sucking the stiffness and pain from my shoulders and back, butt and legs. Long slow movements. Deep hard massage leaving me calm, relaxed. So so relaxed.

I awoke with a start. Somewhere along the way he'd turned me over and worked on my shoulder and thighs, and my feet.

"Oh my god. I fell asleep. I'm so sorry Rick, I was supposed..."

"Sssh. You were supposed to get a massage and relax. It's only been a couple hours."

"A couple hours? And what did you do?"

"I hope you don't mind. After the massage I lay here looking at you. You're really very attractive. I'd never looked at you like this before." I actually fucking blushed. Then I thought, my brother looked at me naked for two hours?

"Thanks. I uh, don't.."

You don't hear that enough because you wear flannel shirts and jeans and cover up what is a nicely proportioned attractive body."

"Attractive?"

"I could say pretty, but that's something else. You're kind of cute too, but that's something else. It's been a pleasure taking all this in."

"Oh god, I'm again thinking about you staring at me for two hours."

"No staring. Admiring."

"Make love to me Rick."

"My pleasure."

I lost track of time. Rick made love to me. It was the kind where he held my hands in his. He kissed me lightly, and he kissed me deeply. He touched me gently, his fingers tracing lines down my face, along my chin, touching me in places I didn't know would bring me pleasures great and small. His cock moved within me, gliding along my insides, stimulating me, touching spots that caused me to gasp. My toes curled in orgasm when he pressed against me at just the right time, in just the right way. His chest met mine, our bodies were one as he moved slowly, relentlessly, bending his back to let his tongue find mine as his cock drove into me then oh so slowly dragged along inside me. When I had more than my share, he released, his cock throbbing and thickening, fully encased by me as his cum spurted and ran into me, then following as he with drew, slowly pooling at my entrance, collecting there as he lay beside me, holding me.

When I woke in the morning, Rick was showering in the adjoining bathroom. There was a hot cup of coffee waiting for me on the nightstand. I heard the water stop as I sat up in bed sipping from the mug. I almost pulled the sheet up, then realized how silly to be modest. It lay across my stomach as I breathed in the smell of the coffee, feeling as relaxed and fulfilled as any time before. Rick walked from the bathroom toweling his hair, his cock shrunken in the cool air.

"Morning sleepy head. Rest well?"

"Rick, that was unreal. With that routine, how have you not caught someone by now?"

"Well some get the massage. And some get the sex, and some get the rest. But no one has been special enough to me to get all of it together, until now." I smiled at his cheekiness and at the compliment. Then I may have cried just a little.

"No one has ever given me anything like that before."

"You're young. Don't settle for less. You deserve it."

"Thanks Rick. You're quite a man."

We had breakfast with the rest. Jon asked Rick how it was. Rick waved him off.

"It wouldn't be polite kid. Have some manners." Jon scowled and looked over at me. I noticed Rick had turned to Dad, so I mouthed to Jon,

"Fucking amazing."

We got to shoveling again. We were making progress. Rick suggested Dad take a break from shoveling, for his health. He had Jon and Jason take a shift with him. This was just after lunch. I sat with Dad while they were outside.

"Dad, can I ask you a personal question?"

"I suppose why not, I know more about all of you that I ever thought I needed to."

"How long has it been? Since you had sex?"

"Whoa, that is personal." He started to say more, then stopped. "If you must know, probably six or seven years."

"Why?"

"Your mother's decision. She got too old or something."

"At 50? Really? That's unfair."

"Well, I couldn't force her."

"Did you ever, you know?"

"Stray? No. Never. You get the life you get."

"Would you like to?" He stared at me. I wasn't sure if he was shocked, disappointed, angry.

"Are you offering?"

"No one else here is ever going to say anything."

"Why would you want to?"

"For you. However your want. For fun, or to remember, or just to get a good one off one more time." He sat and looked at me. I wasn't absolutely sure, but I stood and extended my hand. When he took it I led him upstairs to his room. When I stripped down he stood looking at me.

"I've seen you in bathing suits of course, but like this, I'm struck by how much your body reminds me of your mother as a young woman."

"Do you want to do it with that woman? Imagine I'm that woman?"

"No, no, no, no, I could never look you in the face and do it. If it's not too crude, could you face the other way?"

"Of course. Doggie style. I'll hop on the bed. Then whenever you're ready." I assumed the position. I felt him getting on the bed. Then his rough old hands touching me. Not caressing actually, more like he was afraid it would burn his fingers. Then as he became more comfortable, his hands cupped my breasts. He held them, perhaps remembering a past time. Then finally I felt a hand on my hip, then his cock pressing against me. He gasped when he felt his cock slide into me. I sighed in appreciation. He held my hips with both hands and slowly rocked back and forth. His cock seemed firm enough, his pace easy, pleasurable. He had a bit more stamina than I expected. I was thinking maybe he couldn't when suddenly he began pulling me harder against him, grunting as he thrust, then one more gasp as his cum escaped into me. When he'd finished he fell alongside me. His eyes were red.

"I'm sorry Rebecca. I shouldn't have." I turned to him,

"It's ok Daddy. It's ok. I wanted you. Just like I want my brothers. We'll never be closer." He stroked my cheek.

"Would it be alright if I rest now?"

"Sure Daddy. Thank you. For everything."

I cleaned up and walked downstairs. The guys had finished another shift and were sitting there watching me come downstairs. I saw three sets of eyes following me until I poured a glass of wine and sat in a chair. I looked at them, from Jason, to Rick, to Jon.

"Yes I did." Jason covered his mouth. Rick nodded. Jon just smiled at me. "Jon, you're tonight. Better bring your A game."

Once you've seen everything and fucked everyone there aren't many sexy games or tell all games to play. Dad was exhausted from our session, so we made dinner and sat around with drinks. We encouranged Jason to ask us anything he wanted about sex and maybe shocked him with stories of our own or things we'd heard or seen in porn. He asked what it was like to do it outside where people could see you and where you could see the sky and stars and all. We assured him that is was exciting and fun.

"Way better than in the back of Dad's car", Jon assured him. We laughed but admitted that Rick and I had both had experiences in cars. After awhile I could tell Jon was getting anxious. This time we left Rick and Jason downstairs and I led Jon to my room. I knew he wouldn't have the skills or patience of Rick, but Jon was pretty hot and his cock was sure going to give me a workout. When we were naked he looked at me and whistled.

"Becky, maybe we should have started messing around together a long time ago."

"I'm not sure that would have been a good idea. We might never have left the house. Now Jon, I want to you fuck me with that thing and don't stop until I beg you." With a grin he lifted me and plopped me down on the bed. I'd decided that Rick had given me enough lovemaking for two nights, I wanted Jon to take me with vigor. He got between my legs then lifted each one over a shoulder, bending me in half as he leaned forward and introduced his thick member to my waiting pussy. He drove that fucker into me, spreading me open then resting against me briefly. He smiled down then began pistoning his ass driving himself into me. I was bouncing on the bed with each thrust, coming up to meet him as he pushed down again. I hooked my hands around his neck and held on for the ride of my life. We bounced and bounced until he thrust deep and unloaded, cum pushing out around his cock as it plugged me up tight. Then before I knew what happened he was out of me and I felt his tongue lashing at my pussy, flicking my clit, thrusting up where his cock had been. His cum didn't bother him as he ate me to a shaking orgasm. When I'd let go of his head he kissed his way up my body and met me mouth to mouth.

"Wow, Jon, so much energy. Whew. Awesome. Really." He smiled.

"I'm not hardly done." Now I smiled,

"Challenge accepted." It was like running a marathon. His recovery period was almost nonexistant, his stores of cum endless. We fucked in ways we thought we were making up. We stretched and contorted and managed to find a way to get his cock stuffed up my cunt. After what seemed like hours we were catching our breath when he asked,

"You ever try anal?"

"Up the ass? Um, yeah I, well a guy and I tried once and it was awful and hurt so we stopped."

"Hmm, too bad."

"You really think you could get this", I held up his recovering cock, "up my ass?" I turned over showing him my ass. "Really?"

"How about this?" He rolled over and scooted down between my legs. He pulled my butt cheeks apart and I soon felt something completely new. Jon had his tongue working around my puckered opening, licking, teasing, prodding at my hole. My first reaction was, "Oooooooohhhh. I don't know, it's ooooooooo, ooooooo, wow." Next I felt two fingers in my pussy teasing around while his tongue pressed against me, then, oh fuck, inside. Just a tiny bit, just, oooh, ooh his tongue, it feels, uuuh. And his fingers, his fingers, searching, touching, probing, aahh, ah yes, that's the spot. Now he had me. My body tensed, relaxed, relaxed. His tongue was moving, inside. His fingers pressing, rubbing. I lifted my ass, I pressed back against Jon's tongue. I made small sounds and came on him. I shivered when he removed his tongue. I looked at him.

"Wow, that was really different. I can't believe you stuck your tongue..."

"I'd do anything to make you feel good."

We actually fucked twice more before we slept. I lost count of the orgasms, really I lost count of everything.

I woke up feeling more tired. We'd overslept. My muscles ached. I was regretting my poor decision in choosing the order of brothers. While truly worn out I also felt fully sexually satisfied for the first time in ages. Maybe ever. Jon had performed well beyond expectations. I looked at him sleeping blissfully and hoped he felt the same for me. I walked bow-legged, or at least I felt that way, to the bathroom. There's no telling how much spunk he'd put in me. Sure I'd cleaned up last night, but there was plenty more now dried on my legs.

Feeling more refreshed I jostled Jon awake.

"Wake up sex machine. Need to finish the snow." There had been another light dusting overnight but we expected to get to the car soon enough. Then whenever the plows got up our way we could escape. My exhaustion must have been evident as I trudged downstairs. Rick looked over at me and chuckled,

"Damn woman, you look woooorn out."

"Yes, yes I am. Your brother is relentless. But in fairness I more or less challenged him."

"It sounded like it from next door." Jason giggled at that. I looked over at him,

"What, you?" He kept laughing,

"Rick was describing what Jon was probably doing to you. Until we got tired and went to sleep. Then you guys woke me up in the middle of the night. I couldn't help but listen. You were LOUD. I um had to go let some out."

I tossled his hair as I went by. "Sorry kid but I need a day, and night, off."

"That's ok, Rick told me already. And we have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?"

"Yeah, get your coffee and follow me." I got a cup, which helped revive me, then followed Jason and Rick out the back. We'd been working the walkway and drive all week, now I saw a small path and the hot tub completely cleared. It was bubbling and steaming.

"Oh, you two. Oh how thoughtful. There's nothing I need more that a good hot soak." Jason was beaming. Rick nodded satisfied. Then said,

"It was Jason's idea. When I suggested that he might want to wait a day, he said we should let you relax in the hot tub." I went over and kissed my youngest brother on the head.

"You're learning right." When Jon came down Rick informed him that he would not be lounging around. Jon, Rick and Jason would finish the driveway, Dad would rest by the fire and I would soak in the hot tub. As the guys gathered their shovels I informed them that I was going out back.

"When you're done feel free to join me. You may gaze upon my nudity as I enjoy the heat." They whooped, then headed out front. I checked on Dad and let him know he was welcome to join me. He declined,

"I think I've had enough sharing this week. And seeing you in the all together might tempt me."

"That's ok Daddy, I told the guys today was my day of rest. I'll be out back neck deep in steaming water."

I stepped in, sat, then sank down letting the water engulf my body. It was hot, but my muscles absorbed the heat and relaxed. My well used pussy needed the rejuvenation. My often groped tits floated on the water. It may have been an hour when I heard the voices. Laughing, teasing. Three young men full of energy. Jon stuck his head out the door.

"Need anything Becky?"

"A glass of wine if it's past noon."

"Close enough." I soon had a glass in hand as Jon looked down at me. "You're fucking amazing."

"And amazing at fucking?"

"That too. I didn't properly thank you for last night. You really pushed my limits."

"I'm not sure you have limits." He laughed and went inside. A short while later three laughing naked men came running out to join me.I was surrounded by cocks again. Three different but pleasing ones. All attached to guys I loved very much. They sat on the far side of the hot tub, giving me my space. Jason soon had a hardon. At his age, looking at tits, of course he did. Rick and Jon sank into the water hiding whatever excitement they felt. I noted Jason's hand moving below the water. Poor kid. I sure wasn't up for participating myself but that's not to say there couldn't be some fun.

"Hey guys. One my day of rest and relaxation, I wouldn't mind a little entertainment." Rick smiled,

"Oh really, our most gracious and sexy sister. What can we do for you?"

For one, sit up on the step so I can observe those cocks of yours." Rick quickly popped up. As expected he was under control and hanging nicely. Jon followed. He too was flaccid. Maybe I did wear him out. Jason followed sporting a hard cock that stood straight out.

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for. It's a compliment. Now boys, if I were to stretch out up here would it be stimulating enough to get those three cocks good and hard?"

Jason, "Yeah."

Jon, "Hah, because you already are. And what Becky do we do with these hard cocks?"

"I want to look at them. Standing proud and tall because of me." Rick, laughed.

"I suppose, after all you've done for us, it's the least we can do." I rose from the water, letting the cold air raise bumps along my body. My nipples hardened as I stretch my legs out letting the guys see my tuft of hair and the puffy warm lips below.

"What do you think men?" Rick and Jon were looking me over, slowly stroking their cocks as they lengthened and stiffened. I looked back remembering the past nights and how they filled me. Now there were three hard cocks. I licked my lips. Sultry isn't really my thing, but a hand lifting a breast a tongue just barely flicking a nipple, a finger, resting dangerously close to my slit, had three men horny and stroking themselves. "That's it, show me your appreciation. No reason not to let it fly. Go ahead stroke those hard cocks. It was all too much for Jason. He let go an exclamation and sent spurts of cum flying towards me.

"See, Jason gets the idea. I'm honored he finds me so desirable. What about you two?" Now fists were moving faster. If their sexy sister wanted cum, they were going to provide it. Poor Jon had to be on empty after last night but his hand was a blur. Rick grunted and sent copious amounts into the hot tub. I pulled at my nipples, lifted my pussy out of the water, then moved a hand down to separate my lips to show Jon where he'd been. I may have moved a little closer, but when Jon came his spurt surprised me, shooting across and landing on my stomach. Jason looked on amazed. I sank into the water, letting is rinse me as I saw the three spent cocks settle back into the steam.

"Very nice. Quite the display. Now let me rest a little more."

I closed my eyes leaning back in the tub. I knew they could see me and that was ok. They joked about what they'd done and Rick said,

"At least she didn't make us jerk each other." Jon laughed, Jason said,

"Eww." I assured them,

"I'm not mean."

We had dinner with Dad, who was happy that they'd cleared the car.

"We may actually get out of here one day, though I'm not sure you all really want to leave."

"I assured him that I couldn't possibly keep up the current pace." Then he told Rick,

"And run that filter if you've been leaving any mess in the hot tub."

"Yes, Dad."

That night we did play some trivia games and I reminded everyone that I'd be sleeping alone that night. Dad suggested I take his room and he'd bunk with Jason.

"You get a good night's sleep. These guys should be able to make it a night."

"Thanks Daddy."

And rest I did. Stretched out under heavy blankets. It was likely our time at the cabin was coming to an end. I did wonder how it would be once we got home. Obviously they all knew me, in many ways, better than ever. Of course, I knew them better too. Could we behave? What about a night months from now when I was horny and without a date, knowing that Jon, or Jason was right down the hall. Jason, hmm, I did owe him still. Sure I'd taken his virginity a few days ago and introduced him to the joys of sex, but I had kind of promised them a night each. He was no doubt anticipating another chance. Sex with his older sister. I'd have to make it special.

I woke up fairly early feeling truly refreshed. Since I was the first one down, I got the coffee going and rounded up the last of the eggs and sausage. At about the same time Rick and Jon appeared at the top of the stairs. Jon, acting surprised,

"Look who's up early!" I stood with hands on hips,

"A woman's work is never done." Rick offered a compliment,

"And you have done that work admirably." I gave him my best sexy smirk,

"Well, sucking big cocks isn't easy. And having HIS jammed up my who ha is a double workout." Jon smiled,

"Why thank you milady." They came down and helped with breakfast. I follwed up on my last comment,

"I just hope I'm shrunk back to normal or poor Jason will get lost in there." Jon, at the toaster,

"So, you're going to give him another go."

"I did promise all three." Rick looked at me,

"You don't HAVE to do anything. We all appreciate you being there for us. We know it's not happening again. I'll talk to him if you've had enough. Part of growing up is realizing who has final say."

"Thanks, it makes me feel special, like I was sharing with you guys. I haven't felt used or unappreciated. But that's ok. It was fun watching him in his wide eyed wonder. And well, I like sex." The both kissed me on the cheek and got back to setting the table as we heard more rustling from upstairs. Jason came down and hit the food like he hadn't eaten all week. When Dad joined us and announced,

"I'm told the plow should be by here this afternoon", out of the corner of my eye I saw Jason slump just a bit. I kicked Rick's leg and gave him a slight head movement. He got the hint,

"Uh, Dad, it might be late. No sense pushing it. Let's plan to break out of here tomorrow. Get some sun on the roads and all."

Dad looked around the table, "I suppose I'm outnumbered. OK, I'll let your mother know we'll be home tomorrow. If the road's clear I'll go down to Jackson's and catch up with him. You can all....well do whatever you're planning." I looked at him,

"You don't have to leave. You can join us Daddy."

"No, no, I've done quite enough I shouldn't have this week. And remmeber, none of this at home." There was agreement around the table. After Dad left mid afternoon I announced,

"There's no more shovelling. We can hit the hot tub. We can sit around here. Or Jason and I can go have some private time now."

Jason just said, "Oh." Rick suggested,

"Up to you Bec." I held out my hand to Jason. He eagerly followed me up the stairs. At the top we took a right and went to the main bedroom. He looked at me questioningly.

"More room kiddo, and it's more comfortable. Dad will understand." When we got into the room I told him, "Time to learn a few things. First, undress me. With sure steady hands. I'll explain the bra." Jason grinned and went to work. With some small instructions he had me naked in no time. He stood back staring, still amazed, at his naked sister. "OK, now you." I stepped up to him. He was still shorter than me. I kissed his neck and put a hand under his shirt. I felt his chest and placed on of his hands on my right breast. As he kneaded my tit I had a hand behind his head holding him in place as I worked kisses along his face until our lips met. While kissing him I lifted his shirt and broke away just long enough to remove it. Now I sat him on the end of the bed and straddled him. I kissed down his neck, along his shoulders and to his chest. He exclaimed in surprise at his body's reaction to my tongue licking his nipple. I sucked at it and bit him lightly.

"Oh wow Becky, that's so, wow, I didn't know."

"Yes, now imagine how mine feel." I kept kissing down his narrow chest, sliding to my knees to cover his stomach, then down below his navel where sparse hair was beginning to form a line. I kept kissing downward and my hands were sliding his shorts and underwear down, now finding thicker wiry hairs and finally his shaft sticking straight up. I kissed around it and down below, taking one, then the other of his balls into my mouth, pulling at his scrotum with my lips, licking his balls and the line behind them. He was tensing and gasping as I showed him sensitive parts he didn't know he had. I looked up at him from where my tongue flicked back and forth at his cock. "How adventurous do you feel?"

"I-I'll do anything you want. Whatever. Ooooh"

"Tonight's for you Jason. I'll do anything you want."

"I don't know what. I'm just learning. You know way more than me."

"OK then. First I'm going to swallow your cock until you cum in my throat. Then you're going to fuck me like the stud you're becoming."

"Oh god. You're so beautiful. I can't believe...."

"You'll be with lots of pretty girls. I'm just showing you so you'll be confident and treat them right. But remember, not all girls do everything."

"You do?"

"With you, yes. So fuck me like a stud and then you'll be the first to fuck my ass."

"REALLY? You'd let me."

"Hell yeah stud. Now let me get to work."

With all this talk and with his cock sitting in the back of my mouth Jason was shooting cum straight down my throat in no time. I licked my lips then moved up and gave Jason a big kiss. He seemed unaffected by what I'd been doing. I scooted up on the bed.

"OK, now Jason, you will get up close and personal with my lady parts. Scoot down, separate me just so, and look around. Then use your tongue to taste me, all over. Then finally, see this part here where your hand had been. Do that with your tongue. And don't stop."

When he was in postition with his face very up close and personal I could hear him muttering, "Hmm, oh, wow...", as he inspected my parts. Finally when his tongue ran the length of me I moaned, which only increased his eagerness to please. My hips were moving involuntarily, lifting, rotating, tensing and relaxing as he went about his business.

"F-fingers are ok too. You can put them inside. Oh, oh kid, yeah like that." He may have done that all night, but after rocking through an orgasm and feeling like more could be on the way I pulled him up to me. We had a lot of time left. I don't know if it was him being a wise guy, not knowing better, or figuring all is fair, but he engaged me in a long deep kiss, letting me taste myself on him. When he came up for air, he looked at me,

"That's all so cool. Was it ok?"

"Jason, I love everything you do and you're not doing anything wrong and even if you did, you're learning and you'll make girls very happy. Now, I really need what you've got. Fuck me good loverboy." He got in position, got his cock where it needed to go and was rocking me in no time. As expected, his getting right back where his tongue had been quickly had me riding waves of pleasure. For Jason's part he was lost in the feeling of his cock being massaged by my soft insides. Apparently I'd recovered from Jon and was able to grip him tightly. His steady movements, at his age he didn't tire, kept me on the edge, occasionally rolling over. I closed my eyes and let it all wash over me, Jason thrusting, his cock going all the way in then retreating, his hands touching me, fondling my tits, his kisses, the warmth of his body above me. When he began increasing his pace I knew it was coming. I lifted my legs up and spread wide letting him push as far as he could, then leaning into me as his cum burst forth. I wrapped my legs behind him holding his body against mine. "Jason, you really do make me feel nice. When we get home, find yourself a cute girl and have fun."

"You're such a good teacher. And the feeling of your, um, pussy on my cock is the most amazing thing." I held him not wanting the moment to end. To introduce my brother to all this was something I wouldn't forget. But I had kind of promised him one more lesson. I hoped I was ready for it. I asked him to wait a moment and ran back to our room. When Jon and Rick saw me running naked from room to room they called to me from the living room.

"Hey there, woo hoo." I stopped, shook my tits and continued on my way, returning with lotion I thought would do the job. I found Jason waiting patiently his ever ready cock bobbing in the air. I handed him the lotion.

"When I'm ready, lots of lotion. Fingers first, then the main event. We lay together, Jason running his fingers up and down between my cheeks. I was doing the same to him. When he'd slicked up his fingers and began pressing them against me, I clenched tight shut. "Don't force it. Here let me show you." I applied lotion to my fingers and pressed on his anus.

"Oh shit. That's different."

"Can I continue?"

"Y-yeah I guess so." He felt me pushing, felt himself clenching and realized he'd need to go easy on me. When I finally had my middle finger just entering him, he began on me again. Soon we were joined each with a finger in the other's ass.

"Jason, this must be the most ridiculous looking thing ever. Ready?"

"If you are." I got on my knees, bending forward presenting my ass to him. I felt him caressing my cheeks, then take a moment to get his cock good and lubricated. Holding my cheeks he got behind me and let his cock run along my crack. I was getting nervous. All I could think of was the one time and..."

"You're shivering Bec. Are you cold?"

"N-no, go ahead." He again tried holding me in place as he aligned his cock.

"No, you're afraid aren't you?"

"No. Yes. A little." He scooted up alongside me. My youngest brother held me.

"Don't be afraid Becky. I won't do anything to hurt you or make you afraid. Let's forget that. Hold me and don't be afraid please."

I was already somewhat relieved. Jason's arms around me felt so good. I wiped away a tear.

"Thanks Jason. You're so kind and considerate. You're more a man than most guys my age." I looked into his caring eyes and kissed him on the nose. "That was very kind of you."

"I know this is all unusual, but you're still my big sis. And you've given me a lot this week. Years worth of experiences. We can stop now if you want."

"Stop? No. Maybe a little snuggle break here, but we have lots of time for good old fashioned fucking before we leave."

"You have a nice ass."

"Hah. Thanks. If you want to hold it, slip yourself into me from behind. Just make sure you aim for the right hole." I turned and pressed my butt against Jason, then bent my leg up and helped him find the right spot. Then he caressed and held my ass as he slowly rocked into me. After awhile he cupped my breast with his hand and held me tight as he flooded me again. We stayed that way, joined together, pressed tight enough to keep him inside.

"Can I lick your pussy again?"

"You do know there's god knows how much of your cum down there?"

"Oh. That's ok. I want you to cum again."

"You're sweet. Here let me put your hand on the spot like the first time. If you want to look at me up close, wait until I cleanup some."

"Whatever you want." I wish I could find a boyfriend who was so agreeable. Jason let his fingers rub our combined fluids over me, rubbing me, getting me off again until I begged him to stop. "When you cum it's as good as when I do. I mean I feel so good doing it, though when my toes curl when I cum is very cool too." We lay together satisfied. Then we took showers and joined our brothers. We were all actually wearing clothes. I looked at them, my eyes tearing up.

"I've never had one guy, never mind three, take care of me like you all did this week. This is one to remember."

They assured me that I had been so much more than they expected or hoped for. Dad came home, we had dinner and packed up everything for an early exit. Dad went up to bed first, then Jason. After Jon went up Rick and I sat with glasses of wine.

"So you don't feel used or anything? Be honest with me Becky."

"No, not even close. I mean, you're very mature, but even those two, so considerate."

"Good. I don't want anyone to have any hard feelings. It'll have to be our private memory." When I went upstairs I stood by my bed looking over at Jason. Then I took off my PJs and slid in under his covers. He turned to face me, sliding his leg between mine and resting his head on my chest using my tits for a pillow. I stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head.

"Night Becky."

"Night Jason."

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[Blue Bull]

Sapna Mami
(bathroom, cleavage, Lockdown Sex)
By: Priyeshk27

Hello guys! I am Priyesh and here to tell you about my sexy Sapna Mami. I am 21 years old and live in Kolkata. I am originally from Bihar. I live in Kolkata for my college. Due to this current lockdown, all the colleges were closed down. Due to which I had to come back to my village in March 2020.



In August, after several months in the village, I was very bored. So, I thought of having a visit at my Mama’s house. I planned to be at my Mama’s place for a week. I called my Mama to tell him about my plan.



As I told him about my plan, he seemed very happy. He said, “Your Mami will be very happy to meet you after such a long time.” Mami is one of the most beautiful women. Her name is Sapna. She has a fair complexion with a beautiful face cut.



But, more than her face, there is one more beautiful thing in her body, her curves. The last time when I met her, she had curves of 34-30-36. When she walks, her ass shakes heavily. Nobody can remove his attention from her big bubble butts.



Last time I even touched her ass several times, and it seemed like I accidentally touched. I was very excited to meet her. So, hoping that I will get her on my bed, I started my journey to Mami’s place.



It was several hours of journey by bus to reach my Mami’s place. Finally, I reached her place early in the morning on Sunday. Mama came to pick me up at the bus stand. As I reached, Mama opened the door with the key, and we entered the house.



“Mami isn’t at home?” I asked Mama.



“No, no, it’s not like that,” Mama replied, “She is still sleeping. That’s why I just locked the door and came to pick you up. Ha-ha!”



“Okay.”



They live in a 2BHK flat on the 4th floor. The house looked nice. There was a big photo frame of Mami and Mama, hung up in the hall. Mami looked very beautiful in the wedding dress. I just imagined how Mama and Mami had made their first night.



“This is your room,” Mama said as he kept my bag in the room, “It also has an attached bathroom.”



I quickly came out of my imagination and rushed to the room.



“You go and be fresh. Till then, I will wake your Mami up.”



“Let her sleep! It’s 6:30 in the morning only, and you people sleep till 8,” I said.



Mama didn’t say anything, just nodded and gone to his room. I quickly changed my dress and went to the bathroom. Actually, they have only one bathroom at their house, but it is attached to both the rooms.



Basically, it has two doors with two openings in the two bedrooms. So, whenever one enters the bathroom, both the doors need to be closed. From the bathroom, you can hear the conversation of both the rooms.



I was in my underwear and brushing my teeth. It was then when the electricity went off. I continued brushing because I was familiar with the bathroom. I, too, had my mobile and me for a flashlight.



As the electricity was gone, everything became silent (fans and coolers were running) as silent as to hear the pin dropping. It was the moment when I heard Mama and Mami talking. I stopped brushing to listen to their talk.



As I just came, it was obvious that they would be talking about me. I was eager to listen to what they talk about me.



Mama: Wake up, Sapna! Priyesh is already here, and you are still sleeping.



Mami: Wait, naa, it’s so early.



Mama: You didn’t even let me touch you last night because you have to wake up before Priyesh comes.



Mami: Every time, you just need sex. Am I anything more than a sex toy for you?



Mama: Last night, you don’t let me have your pussy, and now you are not waking up. It’s not correct.



Mami: That’s what I am saying. I am nothing more than a sex toy for you.



Mami said this in a sad tone. Mama understood the situation and said, “You are my life, Sapna. I just can’t live a moment without you.”



Mami didn’t say anything. Mama continued, “It seems like it’s just yesterday when we got married. Come here.”



Mami: That’s why I want the first night every night.



By then, I silently opened the bathroom door and started peeping at my Mami mama’s bedroom and that too in my underwear. The thick curtain in the room was letting a small amount of sunlight pass through.



In that little amount of sunlight, I was able to see Mami and Mama hugging each other on the bed. I was excited to see them in the situation and wishing for them to have their sex.



Mami: See, even now, where are your hands?



I observed the hands of Mama. They were resting on the big boobs of my Mami. It was then when I realized that Mami was not wearing any top. She was in her red bra only.



Mama: I can’t control myself. Every time I have sex with you more, I want to fuck you.



Listening to my Mama and Mami talking dirty, I was unable to control my hands. It automatically had gone above my underwear. I was caressing my semi-erect dick above my underwear.



Now, Mama took Mami over him. In the process, their blanket got removed. Mami’s back faced me. Her bra strap was the only little dress on her back. She had worn leggings in her lower portion. The view of the elastic band of leggings on her waist was making me crazy.



My semi-erect dick was fully erect by now, and my hands were in my underwear. Mami and Mama lip-locked. Mama was literally eating Mami’s lips. But more than their kiss, for me, the more attractive part was the shape of Mami’s ass crack over her leggings.



Her ass crack glistered in the little amount of sunlight that was entering through the window. Mami ass seemed bigger than the last time when I saw her. Maybe it was because I was seeing her ass for the first time over her leggings.



Mami’s massive boobs that were packed in a red bra were crushing against Mama’s chest. It was the moment when the electricity came back, and the light of the bathroom glowed. As the bathroom door was slightly opened, the light made a line in Mama’s bedroom.



Mami: It’s enough for morning time. Just go and bring vegetables. There is nothing to cook for breakfast and lunch.



Mama: Please, baby. Let me have you.



Mami: No, not in the morning. I will sleep for ten more minutes, you go and bring vegetables. Otherwise, you will not be allowed to touch me at night too.



Mama loose heartedly went to bring vegetables. I was happy to get the morning show. I completed brushing my teeth and took a shower.



After the shower, I was wiping my body all nude. My dick was fully erect seeing the morning action of Mami. I was wiping my face, and all of a sudden, Mami entered the bathroom.



OMG! I forgot to close the door after watching Mami’s action. We both were completely shocked. She was in her red bra and leggings yet. I was all nude with my erect dick. My reflex action was to use the towel to cover my dick. Hers was to get out of the bathroom quickly.



But I was all sure that she had a good view of my dick. Even I had a good view of her body. Her cleavage was big. That big that her mangalsutra vanished in her cleavage.



Contd...

[Blue Bull]

After the mess that had been created in the bathroom, though, accidentally, I was blank. I didn’t know how to face Mami. This kind of incident was the first in my 22 years of life. But from inside, I was happy too that this incident happened.



After all, I got a chance to have a clear view of Mami in her red bra and black leggings.



I was on the bed, replaying the incident in my mind. Mami has quite big boobs. Therefore, she has big cleavage as well, which is easily visible. But in bra, it was different and better. Her deep cleavage was extra deep in red bra. Above all, her cute belly button and her leggings’ elastic on her waist were not getting out of my mind.



I was getting crazy and decided that I will try my best to get mami on my bed in this visit. All this was going in my mind when I heard a knock. I opened the door to find mami at the door. She had just taken a bath and was in dark green palazzo and white top.



The more exciting thing was the on her top ‘EXPLORE’ was written. These small things excite me more.



“Why are you still in your room?” said mami. “Come on. Your mama is waiting for you at the breakfast table.”



“Breakfast is ready? When did you prepare it?” I said, “I was waiting to help you in the kitchen.”



“Your mama had brought samosa and jalebi from the market when he got out to bring vegetables.” Mami said with a smile on her face, “And if you want to help me, you can do that next time.”



“Now come on, be quick. Otherwise, your mama will become angry,” Mami continued.



“How can someone be angry with a beautiful wife like you,” I said, trying to flirt while walking towards the dining area.



Mami didn’t say anything. Instead, she just turned back and smiled at me.



Then we all three were finished our breakfast. I came back to my room, and mami-mama got into theirs. Mama had to get ready and leave for the office. 10 minutes later, mama left for the office, and mami was in her room.



A few moments later, I went to the bathroom and ensured that both the bathroom doors are closed. I found mami’s red bra and panty there. I took the bra, in which I had seen her in the morning. I sniffed it. It smelled like mami.



I then took her panty and sniffed the part of the panty that lies above Mami’s pussy. The smell was great. I imagined myself sniffing mami’s pussy. Then I turned the panty around to find the juices of mami’s love hole and a white mark on her pussy. I licked the panty and imagined myself licking mami’s pussy.



Imagining all these, I masturbated.



After I finished, I got to open the door of the bathroom attached to mami’s bedroom. I hope you remember that bathroom has two doors, one opening in mami’s bedroom and another in the room in which I was there.



I opened the door quietly and peeped to see what mami is doing? She was lying on the bed, with her back toward the bathroom and using a phone. Her palazzo had taken the shape of her big ass, and her panty outline was visible. I thought something and went into her room quietly.



When I was almost near her, I said “MAMI!” at the top of my voice.



She was shocked enough that her phone fell from her hand. She then sat on the bed and said, “You had made me scared!” and hit on my arms with her hands lightly.



“I was trying to make you scared,” I said with a smile on my face. I then sat on the bed facing toward mami.



“How are you, mami?” I continued.



“I am good. Tell me about yourself? How is everyone at the village?”



“Everyone is fine, but I am not that good.”



“Why what happened?”



“Nothing just bored at the village, and this covid is destroying my future plans,” I explained.



“Yes, Covid made things really bad.”



“Mama has a government job. You have not been that much affected as I am because there is a question mark on my career itself,” I said



“Yes, you are right. Being in government service comes with some security. But we, too, are financially affected. DA had been cut down, and several allowances are also not paid or have been reduced. Your mama and I were planning to shift to a bigger house, but we had to postpone it because of covid.”



Mami continued and continued. I am not writing all the talk that we have to keep the story short. After about 10 to 15 minutes of conversation, our conversation took a turning point. I mentioned the morning incident and sorry for not locking the door.



“It happens,” she said in a low voice.



“By the way, you were looking beautiful,” I said.



“What do you mean?” she said, raising her voice a little.



“I mean, you were looking beautiful even just after waking up, and being without top added to your beauty,” I said sheepishly.



“So, you are happy to see me in bra?”



“Of course, who will not be happy to see a beautiful woman like you in bra?”



“You are getting naughty after getting into college,” mami said.



I just smiled.



“Do you have a girlfriend?” mami questioned.



“No, I stay away from girls,” I said, blushing.



“I know how much you stay away from girls.” She said with a smile, “You just came today. You’ve seen me in bra and shown your cock to me, and you say I stay away from girls, hahaha.”



“Mami, that was just an accident.” I said, “but a beautiful one, for obvious reasons.”



Things were getting spicy with mami.



“Can I ask you a question?” I asked.



“Yes, ask.”



“Why were you without a top in the morning?”



She didn’t expect this question from my side, but she chose to answer.



“Things are not like how you are thinking. I don’t feel comfortable in the top while sleeping. That’s why I sleep only in a bra, and on several occasions on I remove my leggings too.”



“So you sleep in bra and panty only.”



“Yes, sometimes, but mainly in bra and leggings.” Mami said, “Okay, this is too much. We should not talk these things.”



“Only one last question, Mami?”



“Okay last.”



“In the daytime also, you might feel uncomfortable in the top when sleeping or while cooking?” I asked.



“Frankly speaking, you are right. Yes, I feel uncomfortable in the top. But there is no option now,” Mami said.



I was able to understand the discomfort that mami was facing. Actually, in Patna, high humidity is a big problem making the sweat sticky very uncomfortable. I, too, personally love to be in banyan rather than in a t-shirt.



“You have an option, mami,” I said.



“Are you suggesting I remove my top and be in bra in front of you?”



“Umm…yes, I am suggesting you that only,” I said, praying that she accepts my suggestion.



“No, this is wrong.”



I knew that she would be convinced to remove her top in front of me when I will tell her few times with her talk and expression.



“Yes, mami, this not morally right, but I had already seen you in bra in the morning.” I tried to convince her, “And more importantly, you will also be comfortable in this hot, humid climate.”



She stayed silently sitting on the bed.



“Come on, mami, this is fine. In cities like Kolkata, even moms don’t think twice to be in bra and panty in front of their children.”



“I know you want me to be in bra in front of you,” Mami said



I just smiled.



“Okay, what happens here will stay here.” She said, looking into my eyes.



I simply nodded. She stood up and brought her hands on her waist to hold her top. She pulled her top up slowly. Her belly button was now visible. My eyes stuck there. As mami moved her top further upward, her white bra was visible.



Her bra was like coming from the top of her neck. She has a big cleavage. Then her bra had a small flower-like design, then a gap in her bra than the elastic part was there.



She had removed her top by now and looking at me with a big smile on her face. My eyes were running between her face, boobs, especially the cleavage and her belly button. I was very happy that I had convinced her to be in bra in front of me.



Since I was continuously ogling at her, she said, “you are looking me in a wrong way. I should wear my top back.”



“No, not at all! Don’t put your top back,” I said hurriedly.



She just smiled at my hurriedness.



“It’s because of your beauty that I can’t take off my eyes from you,” I said to cover up my lust on her.



She was now folding her top with a blush on her face. She kept the top on the bed and said, “I think I should start to cook lunch now. What would you like to have in lunch?”



“I will have anything you will feed me,” I said with a smile.



We went to cook. She was doing the dishes, and I was chopping potatoes. After I finished chopping still, she was doing the dishes. I went near the sink to wash chopped potatoes.



The sink is at the corner of the kitchen stand. I moved closer to mami that my arms were touching hers. She stayed at her place.



While washing, I accidentally spilled some water on her. I quickly closed the tap, and with the help of a cloth, I started wiping the water off her body as her hands had soap all over. She didn’t utter a single word. My confidence increased.



“Mami, you come to the center. I will stand behind you and wash the potatoes. This way, the water will not spill on you.” I spoke.



“No, I know what you are trying to do.”



“Mami, please! I will be quick.” I said.



Then I moved behind her and placed my hands in such a way that they touched her belly. After that, I started washing the potatoes again. I kept my pace slow to remain closer to mami’s body for a longer period.



Her fragrance was making me crazy. Above that, I could have a closer look at her boobs in bra, that too from behind. It made her cleavage further deep. I wanted to hold those big melons in my hands but controlled myself.



Slowly my cock started raising. Within moments it started touching her wide ass. She moved further to avoid the feel of my dick on her ass. But I moved further to fell my dick on her ass coved in the palazzo. Now she had no choice but to feel my dick.



“Be quick,” She said.



“What? I mean, in what sense?”



“Wash potatoes quickly,” she cleared.



I then finished washing potatoes, feeling my dick on her ass to view her deep cleavage. I put the potatoes aside but didn’t move from my place.



“Move, Priyesh!” mami said.



“Please, mami, let me stand like this till you finish your dishes.”



“No, you are getting out of your limits,” mami said.



“Mami, please, I will not do anything naughty.”



Now she just pushed her ass back and said, “What about this! Your little brother is getting naughty.”



“I can’t do anything about that. It’s because of you and your beauty.”



Mami finished soaping the vessels and now started to wash them. First, I folded my hands around her belly and put my head on her belly. Then slowly, I started exploring her navel. After a few minutes of navel exploration, I put my lips on her neck and started kissing and licking her neck.



Her breath was getting faster, and her dishwashing speed was getting slow, indicating that she is getting horny as well. I even bit her ears. She moaned slightly.



“Aah, enough Priyesh, let us stop!”



I ignored her and kissed or rather licked her right cheeks till it got wet completely. I then kept my hand on her hand and made her stop washing the dishes. I then pulled her hands and folded them around her belly with my hands above her hand.



I then slid my hands above her bra, pressing her left boob than to her lips. I entered one finger of mine into her mouth. She started sucking it like a baby sucking the tits of his mother.



All these actions had made me very horny. So horny that my dick started pulsating. Now even mami started enjoying the actions of my dick on her ass. She even started moving her wide ass over my pants.



I then turned mami around and put my hands over her ass. I started to lick her cleavage. I was shaking her big fleshy hips and licking and sucking her boobs over her bra. I then moved further up to her neck and started kissing. She was turned on as hell so am I.



She started breathing heavily with slight moans in between. Then I moved further up to her lips and started kissing her slowly. All this while my hands were exploring her ass. I bit her lower lip, then her upper lip. She had closed her eyes.



I then tried entering my tongue into her mouth, and she allowed. She even entered her tongue in my mouth. Our kiss was wet. She put her hands on my head, and I put took her head only to start kissing rough. While kissing only, we started to move towards her bedroom.



When we entered her room, we broke our kiss almost after 15-20 minutes. I then opened the hook of her bra and slid my hands inside her palazzo and panties. I was exploring her naked ass for the first time. Meanwhile, she was busy exploring my cock over my shorts.



Since her bra hook was already open, our actions led the bra to slide down further to expose her brown areolas. Seeing her areolas, I removed my hands out of her palazzo. I pulled her bra to expose her boobs completely in front of me for the first time.



Her boobs were very big, and her brown tits were completely erect. I then pushed her on the bed. I climbed onto her, started sucking and eating one boob at a time, and mauled the other.



She was moaning heavily all this while saying, “Continue, Priyesh, your mama had never made me this horny. Aah yeah, continue sucking my tits, baby, oh yeah.”



After a few minutes, I moved down from her to open my t-shirt and shorts. Now I was only in my underwear. Then I moved close to her to remove her palazzo. Her brown panties were now exposed. I then put my hands on her pussy area above her panties which were already wet due to all the actions.



I felt she is hairy inside. I sniffed it. I loved the strong aroma. I licked her pussy above her panties. Mami was going crazy. She held the bedsheets tightly and was moaning loudly. She then started pushing my head to dig deeper into her pussy. I knew she was about to cum. That’s why I stopped licking her.



“Remove panty and lick, you idiot,” mami shouted.



“Wait, mami, I will make this your best fucking session of your life. Just let me do my things.”



I moved to kiss her again, ensuring my erect dick in underwear to lie just above her wet pussy in panties. While kissing, she moved her hands above my dick and pulled it out. She held my dick and started it rubbing over her wet pussy.



Then, to my bad luck, the wall clock played the tune indicating that time to be 1 pm. Mami had a view of the clock and pushed me. I didn’t understand anything.



“What happened?” I questioned.



“It’s time for your mama to come home for lunch,” she said, lifting her fallen palazzo and bra from the floor.



“Go get ready. He will be here anytime,” mami continued, “fuck, lunch is not even ready.”



I understood the seriousness of the situation and wore my t-shirt and shorts. By the time mami was also ready, in her dress. We just moved to the kitchen to cook.



This is it for this part. Had I got a chance to fuck mami that day? Had mama found out about our sexual relationship? All about it in the next part. I hope you have enjoyed my hot seduction of my mami.



The next part will be uploaded only after getting positive feedback, especially from married women and girls. You can also ping me just to have some talk (only for girls and married woman)



Contd....

[Blue Bull]

We got into the kitchen and were in a dilemma about what to cook. Mama would be home at any point in time, and we haven’t started cooking yet. Finally, we decided to cook khichadi.

Mama came home by 1:15 PM, and lunch was almost ready. I was helping mami to clean the kitchen and arranging the dining table. All three of us had our lunch together. Mama wasn’t happy that mami cooked khichadi in lunch as I was home after so many days.

I then told Mama that I was the one who suggested cooking khichadi as it got late. To which Mama asked, “Why what happened? Why were you late?”

“Priyesh was telling me about his college and all, and we didn’t realize how the time passed,” Mami said quickly.

Mama left for the office again at 2:00 PM. As soon as mami closed the door, I held her in my big and strong arms. (I am 6ft in height, by the way). I carried her to my room. She pushed me on the bed and climbed on me.

She was sitting on my rock-hard dick and moving her ass in a very erotic manner. Now I was dying to penetrate her. I held her firm boobs in my hands and started mauling them. “You are too hot, mami! Mama is very lucky to have you, but currently, I am lucky,” I said with a big smile on my face.

She just smiled. Her smile was very erotic. I then just pulled her face onto mine and started kissing her on her soft lips. She was cooperating as well. She even pushed her tongue into my mouth and made me suck her tongue. Meanwhile, my hands were exploring her ass. Slowly I removed her palazzo.

Now she had pushed my t-shirt up and was sucking my nipples. It was a lifetime experience. I then removed my t-shirt. As I was removing my t-shirt, she slid my shorts and underwear down. I then felt her cold fingers on my hard cock. She then took my cock into her mouth and started sucking it. She was a pro at it.

“Looks like you have practiced a lot with Mama. Ah, keep sucking it,” I said, rubbing my hands over her back. I was feeling her bra strap. I felt like I am in heaven. I was enjoying every second. She was moving her tongue in a very erotic manner. Her hand was exploring my balls now and then.

“This is not because of your mama only,” Mami replied and started sucking my cock again.

I was not able to believe what I listened to. There were butterflies in my stomach. I then held her hair and started pushing her face onto my dick. I was able to feel her throat with my dick. Then I stood onto the bed and made her sit onto her knees and suck my dick.

I started mouth fucking her pushing my dick deep into her mouth. After a few minutes of mouth fuck, I ejaculated on her face. Some of the cum drops fell onto her t-shirt as well. She was looking like a whore in her t-shirt and panty with cum all over her face.

She then went into the bathroom to clean her face. When she returned, she was completely naked. Her boobs were bouncing with every step she moved. I was sitting on the bed. When she came close, I held her hands and pulled her. I made her lay on the bed with her face down. I directly slapped her ass cheeks hard.

She let out a loud moan. I then continued slapping her a few more times. She let out a loud moan with every spank. Her butts were red as tomatoes. I then started biting her ass cheeks, making her moan even louder. Slowly I started licking her ass, then moved to her ass hole and then to her cunt.

Her pussy was wet. It tasted a bit salty, but it was nice. I then turned her around to eat her pussy in a good manner. Now I was licking her pussy while my hands were pinching her nipples hard. She was holding the bedsheet tight with both her hands and trying not to moan loud. But she wasn’t able to do that.

She was moaning very loud. I then put my hands on her mouth so that none of the neighbors would be able to listen to her moans. After a few minutes of licking, she started pushing my head deep. I understood she was about to cum. I continued licking her clitoris.

All of a sudden, she let out a loud moan and came all over my face. I drank a bit but not all of it. She looked satisfied. I was also satisfied, but the most important task was remaining, i.e., to penetrate her. I moved to kiss her. I pushed my tongue in her mouth and making her suck it.

She must have been tasting her cunt and her orgasm from my mouth. After 10 minutes of kissing and sucking, we were ready for further action. I placed my dick over her cunt and started rubbing it. Sometimes I would enter a little bit and again pull it back to rub her pussy again.

She was pleading with me to enter. She was horny as hell. When I didn’t listen to her, she held my ass and started pulling to make my dick enter her. I then eased myself and entered inside her. I was feeling the heat of her pussy. I started stroking her. She continued moaning.

“Fuck Priyesh, fuck me fast.”

I increased my speed which made her moan even louder. The sight of her boobs moving up and down with every stroke of my shaft made me even hornier. I continued fucking her for more than 10 minutes. I was about to cum, and she said she too is about to cum and said to continue fucking.

We both came at the same moment. Her pussy was oozing out with our mixed cums. I then lay onto her and started kissing her cheeks.

“Have you enjoyed, Mami?”

“Yes, but don’t call me mami after all this fucking, at least when we are alone.”

I said, “Okay, Sapna.”

She then moved away and went to the bathroom. When she was going into the bathroom, her ass was facing me, and the sight was amazing. She didn’t close the door of the bathroom as well.

I was smiling inside myself as I was able to fuck mami on the same day when I got to her home. I was also happy that I am going to get her every day till I stay. I hope you enjoyed reading the story. There is more to come, by the way.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

After the last session I had with mami, I was happy with what all happened. Even mami was happy as I had given importance to her satisfaction as well along with mine.

Mami said that she doesn’t enjoy much with mama because he didn’t give much attention to her satisfaction. Many times mama starts directly with penetration and ends when he ejaculates, leaving her unsatisfied.

“This is ridiculous,” I said, “How can someone be so selfish that he doesn’t care about his beautiful wife?”

Mami didn’t say anything. We both were sitting on the couch in the hall, and some old song was playing on the TV.

“Do you people have ever recorded your sessions?” I said.

“Nope, but why you asked?” Mami replied with a little smile. We both had taken a bath together, where nothing much happened, just kissing and all. Now she was wearing the same top as earlier with ‘EXPLORE’ written on her boobs areas. I was in shorts and a t-shirt.

“Actually, I wanted to see how you and mama make out,” I said with my hands rubbing over her thighs.

“Oh, is it! Why?”

“Because this will help me know what are the things that you lack in your sexual life. So that I can try to fulfill those things till I am here,” I said.

“Oh, so sweet of you,” Mami replied with a kinky smile over her face. Her smile was so sexy that I was unable to control it at all. I put my lips onto her. She wasn’t expecting this. My hands were now rubbing her pussy area over her palazzo. After 2 minutes we broke our kiss.

Mami started rubbing my hard dick over my shorts and said, “Someone is not satisfied yet.” She then took my dick out of my shorts and started giving me the blowjob. I was mauling her boobs was trying to find her tits but weren’t unable to do so. I just pulled her t-shirt up along with her bra.

Her boobs were awesome. I was pinching her tits. She was enjoying the pain and sucking my dick with great dedication. You have to agree that it is better to have fun with a married woman because of their tremendous experience.

We both were enjoying ourselves, and all of a sudden, the doorbell rang.

“What the fuck? Who is here at this time?” I said, getting frustrated.

Mami stopped sucking my dick and gestured me to go to my room. She then pushed the beautiful pair of boobs inside the bra and pulled the top down. I was still standing there. She pushed me slightly to get into my room. I moved to my room with my pants down.

She went to the door and confirmed that I have gone inside the room before opening the door. I was frustrated and was very angry that I wasn’t ejaculated yet. All this was because of the person who just showed up out of nowhere.

“Hey, Sapna!” An excited female voice fell in my ears.

“Oh Rani!” mami replied in an excited tone as well, “Come inside, how was your vacation?”

“What vacation? It was just a village tour where I have been many times,” Rani said, coming inside the house.

I was thinking about whether to go in front of Rani or not. I pulled my shorts up and sat on the bed listening to the conversation.

“What is this smell?” Rani questioned. She came near the couch where mami was sucking my dick just a few minutes ago.

“Oh, nothing much!” mami said hurriedly.

“Don’t hide, Sapna! I know you,” Rani said in a kinky tone, unaware that I was listening to their conversation.

I understood that Rani recognized the smell of dick. She looks way much more familiar with dicks, as all dicks don’t have the same smell. Another thing that bothered me that why Rani attached ‘I know you’ in her last sentence.

Is mami fucking with other people as well? Am I not the first person other than mama to fuck mami? All these thoughts were running in my mind. I concluded that I have to meet Rani to know more about the matter. I went outside in the hall, and mami introduced me to Rani.

“Oh! He is the secret of the smell!” Rani said, looking toward mami.

Mami just smiled. Now Rani knew that I and mami are fucking each other. I sat in between Mami and Sapna on the couch. But to act innocent, addressing Rani, I said, “What smell you are talking about, aunty?”

“Hey! Do I look like ‘aunty’ to you?” Rani said.

“No, not at all.” I cleared, “But you are a friend of mami, so I thought to call you aunty!”

“Whenever you have this kind of thought, just remember what you call Sapna when you are alone, dear,” Rani said, putting her hand over my thighs.

“Okay, then you tell me what do I call you? Is Mommy fine?” I said. Mami just giggled, listening to my reply.

“Oh! You are getting naughty. You can call me Mommy when we are alone but for the time being, just call me Rani.”

All three of us knew that what was going on. I understood that Rani is a big player in this game as she knew everything that was going on that too when nobody told her the whole story. But I had to know whether Mami is a big player or not?

Now mami said, “I am going to prepare tea. You, people, know each other.” Saying this, Mami went toward the kitchen.

One thing I forgot to tell you is the age of mami. She is in her early 30s. Thirty-one, to be exact. Rani was more or less of the same age, but she had much bigger boobs than mami. She had a figure of 36D-30-38.

“So, Priyesh tell me what you call your mami when you are alone?”

I wasn’t expecting this kind of direct question. “Many times mami and sometimes Sapna,” I spoke.

She was smiling at my hesitation. “Oh! Come on, Priyesh, open up. Don’t be shy. Now tell me what you people were doing when I came?”

“Nothing much.”

“Oh! Tell me, Priyesh.”

I remained silent. She just put her hands over my cock and said, “Let me guess! Sapna was sucking your dick.”

Oh god! She had guessed it correct again. Now she was trying to hold my dick in her hands over the shorts.

“Have you finished?”

I just shook my head in NO. Seeing this, she pulled my shorts down and started the blowjob. She was much better than mami at it.

Okay, Guys! This is it for this part of hot sex with my mami, more in the next part.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

Rani was very good at blowjobs. Her tongue was moving very sexily on my dick which was fully erect by now. She was sometimes sucking my dick, my balls. Her actions with my dick were amazing.

As we both were sitting on the couch, she had to bend to suck my cock. This made her t-shirt lift a little bit, exposing skin around her waist. Even the starting part of her ass crack was visible a little bit. The best part of a women’s body that I love the most is their ass, and Rani had a big ass.

But this time, something was more exciting for me than her ass. It was her head. It had a long stretch of sindoor in the middle. I was getting very horny to see Rani sucking my cock with a long stretch of sindoor and with mangalsutra tied around her neck.

I then put my fingers on her sindoor and acted like I am putting sindoor on her. She just giggled a little bit. I then held her by her hair. She had long hair. I started pushing her head towards my cock deeper and deeper. When I released her, she coughed a little bit and started sucking it again.

Her actions on my cock with her tongue and her long Stretch of sindoor made me cum only in 5 mins. It was the best blowjob I ever had. I came in her mouth. It was a lot. She drank almost all of it, but a little bit came outside of her mouth. She just picked it with her finger and took the finger in her mouth.

“Tasty,” said Rani.

I then stood to adjust my pants. At the same time, Sapna mami entered the room with 3 cups of tea and some biscuits. She saw me pulling my pants up. Rani’s lipstick was faded a little bit with her face wet and sticky with my cum. Her hair was also undone as I held her hair for the blowjob.

Rani just stood, tried adjusting her hair and winked at mami, and said, “I need to wash my face.”

Saying this, she went to the bathroom. Rani moved into the house like she knows every corner of the house.

I then again sat on the couch and pulled mami by her hand. She fell on my lap. I started kissing her. After the kiss ended, she asked me, “How have you convinced Rani for a blowjob?”

“I didn’t convince her. She already came convinced.”

“Oh, tell me how it happened!”

“Okay, she just asked me that was I finished with the blowjob that you gave before she came. I just shook my head in NO. She then directly started the blowjob.”

I explained to mami, “She is great at blowjob. Her actions with her tongue on my dick are great. Why don’t you learn from her?”

“I am already learning. Now I have one more dick to practice on.”

“What do you mean by one more cock? Do you people suck some other person’s dick as well?” I questioned with a desire to know more.

“Yes, of course! Rani and I swap our husbands occasionally. Many times she comes here, and I go to her home for the night. Sometimes she teaches me how to suck dick and made me practice on her husband.”

Things were coming out. Mami and mama are not as straight and clean as I thought. Their life is full of actions.

By the time Rani came and saw mami sitting on my lap. She said, “Looks like there is a lot of love between mami and bhanja.”

“Yes, of course!” I said, winking at Rani, “just like between you neighbors.”

Rani came and moved her hands over my hair and sat beside me on the couch. We started having our tea and biscuits. All this while Sapna mami was sitting on my lap.

I was the first to finish my tea. I kept the cup back on the table. I then put one hand around Rani’s neck and another on Sapna’s neck. It was the moment when the doorbell rang again.

It was frustrating for me. Whenever I try to do some action, someone rings the bell.

“It must be you, mama,” Mami said, removing my hand from her shoulder and getting away from her lap, “It’s 7 pm already.”

Mami then moved to open the door, and Rani moved a little away from me and continued sipping the tea. Mama came in and was a little shocked to see Rani.

“How are you, Bhabhi?” Mama said, seeing Rani, “When you people came back?”

“Today in the afternoon only,” Rani said, “We people missed you at the village.”

“Priyesh, this is Rani, our neighbor,” mama said to me.

“I know. I already had tea with her,” I said to mama.

Mama nodded and said to Rani, “Bhabhi, where is Pankaj?” Pankaj was Rani’s husband.

“He was tired with the travel, so having rest.”

Like this, the chat continued. After some time, Rani went to her home. We had our dinner. Nothing much happened that day. I slept early because of the travel and action that I got on the first day of arrival.

The next day when I woke up, I was thinking about how to get Rani on my bed. As usual, mama went to the office. Pankaj had a field job. He, too, went to his office. He generally doesn’t have lunch breaks. Therefore Rani packs him the lunch.

Later I and mami had a kinky bath together. We had some kissing and caressing under the shower. We came out of the bathroom after some time. Mami was just a bra and panty. I was only in my shorts without underwear. My dick was semi-erect all the time.

We were just about to start preparing for lunch, and Mami’s phone rang. It was Rani. She said that she is preparing lunch for all three of us to have lunch together.

“It was Rani. She is preparing lunch for us.” Mami said to me.

“Oh, nice!” I said with a kinky smile.

“Let’s go and help her,” Mami said and moved towards the bedroom to bring her t-shirt and leggings.

“Bring my t-shirt as well,” I said as she moved.

She came taking her clothes and my t-shirt. She threw my t-shirt to me and put her phone on the kitchen rack. I wore my t-shirt. By then, she, too, had worn her t-shirt.

She then turned around and pulled her panties down. She then threw her panties at me. Her ass cheeks looked nice. I was attracted to it. I spanked it once before she wore leggings. I was sniffing her panties when she snatched them from me and went to keep them in the bedroom.

Just after she left, her phone rang with a notification which was kept on the kitchen rack. It was Rani’s WhatsApp message asking when we are coming.

I just replied to that message, “Just coming!”

“Waiting to have threesome fun with a new dick,” was Rani’s reply.

Rani’s reply blew my mind. I was going to have two big assed women on the same bed.

And it goes on.......

[Blue Bull]

The Deer Woman
(Outlaw faces justice from an Indian goddess.)
By:  mrflex37

Orson Calloway studied the Indian woman as she bathed in the stream. Refilling his canteen was his original intent, but when he saw her, he hid his horse and scrambled up a nearby tree as quickly and quietly as he could. She looked to be cooling off from the heat, but it could have been a trap. He knew all too well that it was odd to see an Indian, especially a woman, alone. Outside of the woman, the nearby shrubbery and trees showed no signs of life. Patience had become second nature for Calloway since he arrived in this territory. Having the skills to catch prey were useless without the will to wait.

He eyed his surroundings, making sure no one was around. Listening had also become more important to his survival. Besides a slight breeze blowing against the greenery, no horses or footsteps were audible. Calloway turned his attention back to the woman. She was beautiful. More than likely in her mid-twenties. Slim, but shapely. Her black hair came down to the middle of her back. She ran her hands across her bronze skin, cleaning herself and cooling off from the scorching sun. She occasionally faced Calloway's direction, oblivious to the voyeur in the tree, revealing pear-shaped, perky breasts and a thick patch of pubic hair around her womanhood.

Unaware, Calloway licked his lips and rubbed his groin. It had been four weeks since his last release and the curves of her body and the color of her skin were too much to resist. He had to have her warm body against his, whether she was willing or not. Easing down the tree, he made his way back to his horse, devising his new plan along the way. His usual charm probably wouldn't work, but he could start with that. Then, if necessary, he'd grab her. The lasso, taken from a cowboy he had spent the night with, would make capturing her easier. A good throw while she's off guard would do it. Another idea popped into his head. He pulled a couple of rags from his bags and tied them together, a makeshift gag to keep her quiet.

Unbuttoning his shirt, he made his way back down to the stream, approaching cautiously. Again, her back was to him, her buttocks nice and round. Closer and closer, he crept, almost at a tiptoe. The grass was noiseless under his feet. When he was close enough, Calloway hid the lasso behind his back and cleared his throat.

"Well, hey there little lady," his voice was husky and deep, but mellow. The woman turned in a flash, her brows furrowed, and her mouth was twisted with horror. She instinctively turned to get away, attempting to swim away in the shallow stream. Calloway pulled the lasso from behind his back and spun it over his head like a tornado. There was no place for her to go. He threw the loop over her head with precision aim and pulled the rope tight. It bound around her upper arms, pinning them to her sides. She thrashed and kicked as he pulled her to land. Calloway grinned as he reeled in his catch. Triumph and anger filled the air. A look of satisfaction covered Calloway's face as he drug her closer. He stood over his prey, and she kicked again, her foot met his groin. A loud groan escaped his lips as he doubled over in pain.

Pushing herself up to her feet, the woman tried to run away again. Calloway regained his composure and caught up to her, shoving her to the ground with his shoulder. With a loud thud, she landed flat on her stomach. A seething pain radiated through his lower body as he knelt down and tied knots around her hands and feet. Surprisingly, she never made a sound. Hatred emanated from her as he gagged her with the rags.

"Just in case," he looked her in the eye as he stood straight up, catching his breath. He paced around, listening for any possible interlopers. The only noise around them was the breeze. His groin was still on fire, but he couldn't worry about it right then. Hanging around too long could be trouble too. Calloway hoisted the woman up onto his shoulders and carried her to his horse. It was time to move away from the area, and fast. He put her across his lap and rode off.

Struggling to survive in the West could age and change anyone. It had changed Orson Calloway. After a failed bank robbery, he had to flee Missouri. His two partners, the bank's owner, and three deputies ended up dead, but he was able to get away. With a bounty on his head, he stole a horse and fled to the western territories. Eventually, an area of the Wyoming territory became his home. He stuck to the wilderness, and over time, his dark side emerged. Going into town was too risky, but he needed some release. Luckily, an opportunity finally came, and it started with a man. A traveling salesman was washing himself and his clothes in the stream, just like the Indian woman in his lap. As he came across the salesman, something stirred inside of him.

Clean shaven, the salesman looked to be in his late twenties. He was slender, with a cute, boyish face, wet blonde hair clinging to it. A trail of light brown hair ran from the center of his chest to the base of his limp dick. With his pink nipples and supple ass, he looked more like a woman than a man. Calloway hadn't been with a woman in a long time and something about the naked man felt right. With his steel-grey eyes and chiseled physique, he simply stripped down and joined the man. The salesman was startled at first but welcomed the company. Later that night, as the two laid naked together, staring up at the night sky, Calloway reached over and began running his hand up and down the salesman's body, giving an earnest speech about how men have needs and travelers should help each other out. It wasn't long before Orson was jamming his cock inside the bent over traveler, bucking wildly until they both came. They slept together that night, and Calloway buried the traveler at an abandoned farm two miles away the next morning. He couldn't risk letting the salesman mention the man out in the woods to a marshal.

Over the last nine months he had been in the territory, he had been with multiple men and women, traveling between Kansas and Oregon. He only had to charm them, an act to easy for him. No one could resist the tall, tanned skin man, riding up on his dark brown horse, caressing the black mane of his steed. Muscles rippling through his shirt. A friendly smile framed by light stubble. Brown hair spilling from under his Stetson hat. His voice was low and gravelly, but it came out smooth and calming. They fell for him every time, but the Indian woman was the first he had to take by force. She was mumbling something under her breath, made in audible by the gag in her mouth.

She wiggled around in his lap as they rode down a trail parallel to the stream for a few miles, no travelers in sight. Dusk was setting in, and the air was getting cool. The trail was breaking away from the stream by a thick stretch of trees. Calloway knew the area well. This stretch of trees went on for three miles, with a mile between the trail and the stream. Calloway grinned as he steered his horse into the trees. The thick bushes would provide great cover and conceal his fire. Surrounding a large oak tree was enough space for him, his horse, and the woman. He thought of a name for her.

"You seem like a Natalie," he grinned, smacking her on the butt.

After making a fire and tying Natalie to the oak tree, Calloway planned the rest of his night. Once the sun was completely down, he'd have his fun. He looked over at Natalie. The easiest way to tie her up was to put her in a sitting position. The light of the fire lit up her features. Even with the intense stare she gave him, her brown eyes flickering, she was beautiful. A heart-shaped face peaked out under still damp hair. Small but perky breasts, adorned with dark brown nipples, moved slowly as she breathed. Full lips framed the gag in her mouth. She was still murmuring something. The grunts and mumbles were beginning to annoy Calloway, so he decided to see if she had something worth saying. Moving the gag away from her mouth, he warned her before she parted her lips.

"If you got something to say it better be in English," he said, "and scream if you want no one's around to hear it."

In broken English, she said, "She, she... Will...Get You."

"She who?" Calloway sneered.

Natalie craned to look up at him, "she,... the woman."

"What woman," a smirk came across his face, "what's a woman gonna do to me?"

"She gets evil men like you," anger burned in her eyes.

"Ain't nobody coming for you little lady," Calloway laughed, putting the gag back in its place. He stood up and continued his thoughts. Before he did anything with Natalie, he wanted to clean himself up. It had become a ritual when he was able to. Tonight, it was necessary, if not mandatory. Not only was this the first time he'd taken someone by force. It was his first Indian. Though she'd end up buried like the others, this was still special. He wanted to be clean, to really enjoy it. He didn't want to smell himself, the days of aimlessly riding around. He wanted tonight to last for hours.

Thanks to months of riding in the empty wilderness, Calloway knew no one would be around to spot him or Natalie. He made the short walk under a canopy of oak trees and made his way down to the stream. The full moon illuminated the night. A gust of wind blew against the trees and made the grass flutter in its wake. The air felt cool, but pleasant. Orson stripped. His skin tingled in the breeze as he dbangd his shirt, hat, and pants on a bush, his boots in front of them. He waded into the stream, splashing water on his hairy chest and arms as he pushed farther in. When he was a little more than waist deep, he began using bigger handfuls of water to wash the trail dust away. He submerged himself, popped back up, and ran his fingers through his brown locks of hair. As he washed, he thought about the Indian woman back at his camp. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman.

His mind drifted to Annabelle Davis, the last woman he was with. Calloway had been watching the Davis farm for two days to see if there was anything worth taking. He'd seen her and a man he assumed was Mr. Davis, working around the farm. Watching from a hill, Calloway knew he could take Mr. Davis. The man was about his height, but lanky, moving awkwardly from the barn to the house or to the pig pens. Annabelle, on the other hand, was shorter than her husband, but looked like she could beat him in a fistfight too. On the third day, Mr. Davis loaded up the wagon. The two had been arguing all morning and Davis rode out that afternoon. Calloway took this as his opportunity to ride down to the farm. He rode up to her with a tired, disheveled look on his face, and her eyes brightened as he got closer, a wide grin on her face.

She treated him like a king that day. Annabelle made him two meals and let him bath on her back porch. Later, she revealed that her husband had gone into town, supposedly for supplies, and wouldn't be back for a few days. She also revealed her displeasure knowing that while he was in town, he visited whore houses. Calloway ranted on about finding Davis and killing him for his actions, about leaving such a beautiful woman at home so he could play in the filth of society, and she fell for him. For the rest of the night and the next day, if they weren't asleep, his cock was inside of her.

Orson stroked his cock as he thought about Annabelle. Days of working in the sun had tanned her skin. She admitted that when Mr. Davis was away, she roamed about in the nude. Curly, auburn hair rested around her shoulders. Thick eyebrows and long eyelashes accentuated her blue eyes. She was a bit chubby, but by no means fat. During the time they spent together, his hands or his mouth were attached to her big full breasts. Eyes closed, Calloway pumped his cock, remembering how he ran his fingers through her thin pubic hair as he pounded her insides. Her smaller, sweaty frame felt tantalizing against his body. He almost felt bad about getting rid of her and her husband when Mr. Davis returned.

Suddenly, there was a noise, like a hand brushing against a tree branch. It was subtle, but enough to snap Calloway out of his reminiscence. His eyes popped open. It was still night, but it seemed brighter. There was nothing in front of him. Panic-stricken, he spun around.

Calloway was greeted to the sight of anther Indian woman, standing a mere rock toss away. Calloway's eyes widened. Where the girl back at his camp was beautiful, she paled in comparison to the woman before him. She stood tall, fists planted on her hips, greedily smiling down at him. Lighter skinned than Natalie, she radiated the night. She was the reason it was brighter. Though a thin, red skirt, held together by a knot at her hip, flowed from her waist to just below her knees, she wore no shirt. She was bare-chested in the night, her large breasts prominent. A gold necklace hung around her neck; a strange pendant rested on her breasts. Long gold links connected the necklace to bracelets on her wrists. Her eyes were a fiery gold color, an eye color Calloway had never seen before. Black hair fell past her shoulders, and some rested on her immaculate breasts. Light brown nipples poking through. Most peculiar was her headdress. Instead of feathers, antlers protruded from her headband, one large branch just above each ear. She matched what Calloway imagined an Indian goddess might look like, an awe-inspiring figure.

Calloway froze. He had no idea where she came from, but he couldn't take his eyes of the beautiful woman in front of him. The night was silent as they held each other's gaze. He wanted to charge at her, rip off her skirt, and plow her till she screamed, but he couldn't move. A strong wind blew against his back and blew through the woman's hair. It pressed the skirt against her body. Calloway noticed something strange. An odd imprint formed against the skirt. The shape was long and extended from her waist. Calloway knew it had to be a knife, albeit an odd way to carry one.

The goddess finally beckoned to him. Her hips swayed as she backed away from the water. Calloway hadn't thought about it, but he could feel his legs moving, walking out of the stream. Feet on dry land and cock at full attention, Calloway stood before the goddess. She towered over him. She reached out and ran her fingers down his chest. She didn't utter a word, but somehow Calloway could hear her voice.

"You've been a very bad man," he heard. Confusion set over him. Her mouth never moved, but he could clearly hear a woman's commanding voice in his head. Furthermore, there was no way for her know what he had done. His tracks were too well covered. There were no witnesses to his escapades or crimes. Deep down, however, he knew she was somehow communicating with him, and aware of his misdeeds. The voice came to him again, "You must be in their shoes."

Another breeze blew, this time stronger. Strong enough to blow the woman's skirt off. It wasn't a knife. To Calloway's surprise, the antler-headed goddess had a cock. It was impossible.

"How could a woman have a man's penis?" he thought to himself. More intriguing was the fact that it was bigger than his own. Where his had an upward curve with foreskin and a pinkish head, hers jutted straight out, a thumb-length longer than his own, in an even tan color.

Unaware at first, he dropped to his knees. He had never had a cock in his mouth. He'd never had his own sucked. Felicio was too taboo, left to the French, but he wanted this one in his mouth. Greedily, he opened his mouth wide and licked the head of her cock before devouring as much of it as he could. It was a different sensation, but it felt right. The taste was kind of sweet. He placed his hands on her thighs and bobbed his head up and down, slurping up and down. Drool slipped from his lips and dribbled down his chin, wetting the balls that were bouncing against his chin. Pleasing his sexual partners had never mattered to Calloway, but he looked up at the goddess for reassurance. He was met with those piercing gold eyes and an intrigued smile. Soft hands gripped the sides of his head. She pushed herself deeper into his mouth and held him there. A burning feeling built in his chest as he strained to breath. However, he quickly figured out how to breathe through his nose.

His senses were on fire. The goddess smelled like wildflowers. The breeze danced across his skin. The beautiful woman before him was taking his breath away, in more ways than one. He could hear the sound of the cock sloshing around in his mouth and the taste was simply wonderful. He had decided that the taste was similar to berries, though he couldn't determine what kind. The twitching cock between his own legs was dying to be touched. He reached down and began to stroke his cock but, after a few quick pumps, the goddess yacked hers from his mouth. He had no time to react.

In the blink of an eye, she pushed him onto his back and his legs flew in the air. She caught his legs before he completely rolled over and held him up until only his shoulders and head were on the ground. A mixture of shock, terror, and excitement filled Calloway. The goddess smacked her cock against his hole. Another first for Calloway. He had never been penetrated. Male partners had begged him in the past, but he had never allowed it. But, in this one instance he wanted nothing more than to be impaled by this strange, yet alluring goddess. Her antlers towered over him, and she pressed her cock into him. He yelped as it slipped inside his ass. It happened so easily. Where it took a good deal of effort with men, and the women who would let him do it, her balls were already pressed against his crack.

She began to ram her cock into him, plunging in and out at a rapid pace. The sensation was unfathomable. His screams echoed about in the night. His sounds of joy could have been mistaken for pain were it not for the stupid grin plastered across his face. The antlers on her headdress swayed over him, hypnotizing him. Everything around him began to change. The goddess had more of a fiery look in her eyes. Her smile was more devilish and sultry now. The sky above changed too. Instead of the black night it had been, the sky was blood red and the trees over him were black. The tree limbs swayed over him like arms worshipping the powerful goddess as she slammed her cock into his ass. Calloway panted, making a small shriek every time she pushed in. Gripping his cock, he began pumping it as hard as he could.

Love had always been a foreign concept to Calloway. He had never let anyone in his life long enough to love him, and the idea of loving someone else sounded like horse shit in his mind. He had no use for love. It couldn't be spent or traded. It was useless to him. However, on his back, held up by his legs by this mystique goddess, something changed inside him. Now, he wanted nothing more in life than to be at this woman's beck and call, to please her, to be her footstool if she decreed it. In his heart, a life without her seemed like a prison sentence. The goddess interrupted his thoughts as he pumped away.

"You love me, don't you?" the voice was low, primal. He nodded vigorously. Calloway was enthralled by the goddess, ready to do anything she asked. "Show me how much you love me. Show me." Calloway understood immediately. He pumped his cock as hard as he could. One hand jerked his cock, while he used the other arm as leverage. The goddess lifted him higher, leaving only his head against the ground. His hands were cramping, but he could feel heat rising. He wailed as he came. It erupted across his chest. A shot even hit his chin. His cries filled the night. He smiled up at the goddess, looking for her approval. Her voice filled his mind again.

"Do you really love me?" the voice asked. He nodded dumbly, unable to udder any words. She slowed her pace. She gave him a hard thrust every few seconds. "Do you want to see me again?" He nodded. He wanted to speak, to tell her that he wanted to spend every waking moment impaled by her cock, but no words would leave his mouth. "Then you know what you must do," the voice said.

Calloway was puzzled momentarily, but his eyes widened with understanding, and he nodded again. "Good" and with that, she gave him one final thrust. She howled as her balls pressed against his butt cheeks. Calloway felt a liquid explosion in his ass, like a dam breaking. A strong wind blew. It sounded like thunder. The skies red color was now mixed with a yellowed shade that swirled over him. The goddess slipped her cock from his ass, and Calloway could feel her cum leaking out. She let go of his legs and the rest of his body tumbled to the ground. Exhaustion set over him. He tried to get up, but his body wouldn't move. His eyelids felt heavy. His last glimpse of the night was of the antler-headed goddess disappearing into the bushes.

Calloway awoke to daylight. The sun beaming down on him. He looked around and found no one in sight. He jumped up and looked around again, frantically. His clothes were still dbangd over a nearby bush. Recalling the goddess' last words, he darted towards them and jammed his feet into his boots and flopped his hat onto his head. In full sprint, he made his way back to his campsite. The Indian woman was still tied to the tree. She looked horrified. Calloway realized she must have heard last night's activities, but that was least important to him. He grabbed his knife from his horse and grabbed the reigns. He quickly cut the rope off his captive and threw the reigns at her and darted off. The woman didn't know what to make of her naked captor as he disappeared through the trees.

The outlaw ran with all his might, his limp cock smacking against his legs. Ten miles stood between him and town, and he ran the entire way. Eventually, he made it. People were shocked as he ran the street. Calloway looked like a wild man. Sunburn had made his skin a blotchy pinkish, red color. Calloway found the marshal's office and burst inside. The marshal a grey-haired, average sized man in his late 40's sat up from his chair as Calloway came threw the door.

"What the hell's the matter with you, boy?" he exclaimed, "stormin' in here like that."

Calloway gave him a straight-faced look, his hands firmly on the desk, "I need to turn myself in. It's the only way I'll see her again!"

"Her? Her who?"

"Don't you fucking worry about her!" Calloway yelled, jealousy in his voice. "I'm turning myself in for a bank robbery in Missouri and some murders around here over the last eight or nine months. Some at the Davis's place, some abandoned farm, some in Devil's Pass....."

The marshal sat in wide eyed shock as he listened to the naked man. When Calloway had finished his confession, the marshal sat back in his chair thinking through Calloway's statement. The door swung open behind him and his deputy, a half white, half Indian man in his 30's stepped in. Calloway turned to the door, disappointment on his face.

"What the hell's going on in here!?" the deputy exclaimed.

"Oh, hey there Jimmy, looks like we got ourselves a prisoner," the marshal said. "Tell the deputy what you just told me," he sneered at Calloway.

"What?!?!?" Calloway exclaimed. "I.."

The marshal cut him off, "just tell him what you just told me." Calloway told his story again. The deputy looked horrified.

"What in holy hell," he began. He turned to the marshal.

"That's not the interesting part," the marshal said. The deputy looked confused. Giggles began erupting from the marshal, "he says it's the only way he'll see her again," added emphasis to the word, her. Suddenly, understanding registered in the deputy's eyes. Simultaneously, the deputy and the marshal began laughing. Calloway was confused and angry. The longer these two laughed and stalled, the longer he'd have to wait to see his goddess again.

"What the hell's so goddam funny?" Calloway bellowed.

The two figures of the law slowly, gathered themselves. The deputy was the first to look him in the eye. He stepped closer and glared at the prisoner, but the marshal spoke up first.

"Believe it or not, you ain't the first man to run in here stark naked, confessin' to crimes," he stared at his desk, still laughing as he spoke. A look of heartbreak came across Calloway's face.

The deputy smiled at Calloway, "You do know she's not coming back for you, right?

== ==

[Blue Bull]

A Tempestuous Night at Havelock
(A rising lady executive surrenders to her boss.)
By: Ratika

When I had joined as a junior officer in a renowned MNC at the age of 26, I had no idea a lady can go up in her career in a world till then surrounded by males. In fact, when I was first posted in HR function, I was the second lady officer in the entire HR team of the company and after a year when I was transferred with a promotion to Business Development group of the company, I was the lone lady officer in the group.

Today at the age of 41, almost after 15 years of joining my job, I am in the upper echelon of HR & BD functions, when even the top brass of the company consults me before taking any decision.

My parents had arranged my wedding within six months of my joining the service. My husband, Sushant, was then 30 and he was then a Deputy Finance Manager of a public sector undertaking.

At that age, I was just an average looking girl and my presence never created any special sensation in males. Rather I was frail and my skinny appearance made me look darker than I actually was.

As I was from a conservative middle class family, I had no experience of sex before marriage. However, as nuptial life started with Sushant, I learnt to enjoy the pleasures of sex. In fact, after our marriage, my husband taught me like a good friend, what sexual delights were and how it could help to achieve new heights of intimacy between two partners.

With Sushant sex became a work of art for us with such virility and passion that if we did not mate for two consecutive days, on the third day I would complain seductively about his lack of love for me and Sushant knew what I was after and he would make love to me and made me to withdraw my complain about lack of love before we hugged each other in orgasm.

Despite stresses of career, happy married life began to leave its mark on my body; I started gaining weight, my complexion looked brighter. I joined a gym to maintain my health and on our second anniversary I was no longer the skinny dark woman. My muscles were toned and well shaped, my facial appearance was remarkably bright. But what delighted Sushant was my thin waist but my 34C boobs and 36" buttocks.

At the age of 28, I gave birth to our son and also got a promotion in my job in the same year. Sushant teased me for the "double promotion" but he was more careful than me that in the stress of workplace, baby and domestic works, I should not lose the shape and figure that I had developed after marriage. So he arranged a babysitter for our son, one domestic hand and in addition, he convinced my mom and my mother-in-law to stay with us alternately for six months in a year till our son starts going to college.

Sushant once told me during love making that he appreciated my physical beauty that grew much after marriage and wanted me to maintain the same. He was too concerned about physical fitness. So despite a busy schedule, we both regularly visited gym and swimming club to maintain our shapes and figures. I had also started observing that earlier while I was skinny, people who didn't notice me, started doing the same and in the glances of many of them I noticed appreciation, admiration and even desires. As a lady, I enjoyed it very much since previously as an average skinny woman I never experienced this.

In December 2009, our Company organized a workshop on HR and B&D for the younger executives of the company across the country in which out of 336 odd participants, I was adjudged to be the best both in HR and B&D. Sushant was so happy and jubilant at the news that he booked a dinner and night stay in a very cosy resort for four of us.

After the dinner was over, my mother-in-law and our son retired to their bedroom. I and Sushant went to the private swimming pool of the resort to burn the calories we took in the dinner. We swam for about an hour and at around 10.30 when we returned to our room, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes and went to bed for a vigorous love making.

The resort where we stayed offered complimentary breakfast. In the following morning while we were in the buffet breakfast, someone called me by name. I was surprised to see one of the faculties of our workshop there. He was Mr. Sareen, one of the Corporate General Managers of our company. He told us that five faculties were lodged at that resort previous night. Of them, four had already checked out and he was too check out soon.

I introduced Mr. Sareen to Sushant, his mother. Mr. Sareen appreciated me and then wanted to know, "Who threw the treat? You or Sushant? I guess I know the occasion."

I smiled. The resort was mainly meant for honeymoon couples and those like Mr. Sareen, who stay as Corporate guests. It was obvious why we should have been there. But my mother-in-law was smarter, she said, "Actually I threw the party in honour of my daughter-in-law. In my young days I wanted to study like her but my parents married me off at the age of 20."

Mr. Sareen highly appreciated my mother-in-law for her attitude and told me, "You're lucky to have such a mother-in-law."

I also always admitted it and so I did to Mr. Sareen. However, Mr. Sareen's sparkling glances and the smile on his lips clearly indicated that whatever my mother-in-law might say, he knew that we were in the resort for love making. But I pretended not to bother whatever he might think. After all, I was in the resort with my husband and other family members.

In December 2011 a business conclave of selected high profile HR and BD professionals was hoisted by our Company at Port Blair and I was given the task of organising and supervising the entire Conclave. It was a three days' program. But I had to arrive at Port Blair two days in advance to oversee that everything was organized nicely and there were no lapses.

At home my mother-in-law was not feeling well due to cold. So it was not proper to leave our son to her care. So I called my mother to stay with my son and mother-in-law. Sushant decided to take a week's leave to help two aged ladies at home during my absence.

The conclave was up to expectations of the authority. I felt that all the pains I took to make it successful was worth it. There were about 35 participants from all over the country and everyone highly appreciated the way everything was organised and the way I managed transportation for the participants whenever they wanted to visit some tourist spots during the recess hours.

On the concluding day, as the Conclave was about to end, I was waiting outside at my make shift Liaison Office when an attendant came and informed me that I was urgently called inside. For a moment I was tensed if anything had gone wrong. The conclave was too high level for a junior like me to be called inside except to censure for some lapses.

Once I entered inside the auditorium, I was asked to be on the stage. Once there, one of the CGMs of our company came to podium and smiling at me, he addressed the audience introducing me by name and my profile. Then what he was telling was unbelievable to my ears. He was announcing, "...has organised it all by herself, leaving her family in the distant mainland. The participants take note of her dedication and outstanding performance in seamlessly organising the Conclave and recommend to the authority for out of turn promotion."

The auditorium was filled with applauses. I was trying to control my tears of delight and gratefulness. Mr. Sareen, who was also present in the Conclave, came to podium and declared on behalf of the management that the authority would certainly consider the recommendation and wished me all the best for future and requested me to say something. I was so overwhelmed that I just thanked all and assured to give my best always to the company.

Most of the participants were scheduled to leave by mid day. Mr. Sareen was supposed to leave a day after for Kolkata and I was to take flight to Chennai the same day. Mr. Sareen came to my office and smilingly said, "Had you been at home, for today's good news, your mother-in-law would have given you and Sushant another treat at some resort."

Mr. Sareen's words were very suggestive reminding me where he saw us. I pretended not to understand what he tried to mean and simply said, "Yeah, she would have even danced at the news".

Once the guests left the venue, I rang Sushant and informed him how I was recommended for the out of turn promotion for managing the Conclave all by myself. Sushant was extremely happy and with a naughty whispering voice said, "Get ready for another treat in the same resort."

I shamelessly replied, "For you, I am always ready. But I'm afraid, after a week's starvation the tiger and the tigress might devour each other so badly that we may not face our moms next day."

Sushant laughed and said, "We'll make it a program for 2 or 3 days so that the tigress and tiger can take some rest."

"Ok, as you wish." I replied and hung up.

I then rang my mom and mother-in-law to inform them of my promotion. Both were extremely happy and promised special treats on my return. That afternoon, Mr. Sareen rang from his hotel and suggested that since we were both free the following day, he was thinking of a trip to Havelock island about 70 km from Port Blair. He said that we should start early morning next day by Macruz and return to Port Blair by evening. I told Mr. Sareen that I would let him know.

I decided to talk to Sushant. Somewhere my intuition warned me about Mr. Sareen. When I talked to Sushant, he told me not to miss the opportunity of visiting the exotic beaches of Havelock. Sushant had been to Havelock with his friends before our marriage. When I told him my reservation about Mr. Sareen, Sushant laughed and said, "There will be about 300 plus passengers in the Macruz and you will be travelling by hired car once in Havelock since you would return by evening. He is not going to eat you. I don't force you, but wish you enjoy to travel to Havelock by Macruz, which is covered with glass and you can watch the beauty of the sea from inside. It is like a submarine."

After talking for about twenty minutes, Sushant convinced me to visit Havelock. I informed Mr. Sareen that I would like to travel to Havelock. Next morning we started and reached Havelock by 10 AM. Traveling in Macruz was really wonderful giving you the impression of being onboard a flght in water. Mr. Sareen had arranged a hired car for us at Havelock that would take us to Kalapathar, Radhanagar and Neil's Cove beaches and drop us at the jetty around 2.30 PM. Our return tickets were already booked.

At around 1 PM when we were at Radhanagar beach, the sky became dark and cloudy in preparation of rainfall, heavy winds began to blow making it impossible even to hold a disposable cup of tea and the waves were rising high. People in the beach were alerted to be inside, Macruz services were closed and tourists who intended to return were stranded. A depression in Bay of Bengal had cut Havelock from the rest of the world.

Realising that returning to Port Blair was impossible till the storm subsided, we asked our hired cab to find a hotel for us. Unfortunately, most of the tourists, who usually visit Havelock to spend a night or two, had already booked hotel rooms and many tourists who were supposed to check out, could not do so. We did not find rooms in any hotel.

Finally, in a remote coastline locality our driver located cottage type accommodation. But only one cottage was available. The room was bigger and well furnished with two separate beds in the same room. Finding no other alternative, we booked the only cottage that was available though I was very upset to have to spend the night in the same room with Mr. Sareen. But there was no option. The wind outside had taken devastating form. It was already raining torrentially.

Since we were supposed to return in the evening, I did not bring any spare clothes, not even my make up accessories. Luckily, my tooth brush, tooth paste, comb and a small mirror were in my handbag. But I felt very uncomfortable because my habit was to change my dress at bed time and put on cleanly washed clothes particularly the undergarments. There were no such shops to buy clothes. Still at my request the cab driver took me to a street side shop. Nothing was there of my choice. Still as an emergency measure I bought a pair of bra and panty and a pair of salwar suit at exorbitantly high price for the night. In view of the tourists stranded, the prices were doubled, knowing the compulsion.

Mr. Sareen was expressionless but his silence indicated that he too was stressed. Indeed it was very embarrassing for both of us to have got stranded. At least, if we had got two separate hotel rooms it would have been more normal. Except being known to each other as colleagues we two were strangers to each other and it was very awkward for both of us to share a room for night stay. I talked to the owner for another room but he regretted telling that all other cottages were occupied.

Once inside the cottage, I found it very clean and artistically furnished. The toilet was clean. Mr. Sareen regretted that he did not imagine that the trip would turn out to be so problematic for us. I nodded with a sullen smile.

In the meantime, the news spread about the severe depression in Bay of Bengal, cyclonic storm sweeping over Andamans, tourists being stranded at Havelock etc. Both me and Sushant were trying to reach each other frantically over phone. But mobile networks were down. At around 8 in the evening, I got connected to Sushant over phone. But the lines were disturbing. All that I could communicate was that we were safe and stranded at Havelock. Sushant wanted to know if we have got hotel rooms. I replied in affirmative to have managed accommodation but suppressed the fact that I was sharing the same cottage room with Mr. Sareen. I was ashamed to tell this to Sushant and felt that it would sound blatantly offensive.

Mr. Sareen, who was in the room, listened as I had telephonic conversation with Sushant. After the call ended, Mr. Sareen said, "You did it better not to tell him that we're sharing the same room. In our society, just that sharing same room would send wrong meanings and it is particularly offensive to tell a husband."

I didn't reply but appreciated that at least Mr. Sareen understood my dilemma. I tried to catch up the weather report in TV and so put on a local news channel. It was predicted that the weather was likely to be clear after next 48 hours. I was shocked to imagine that for two more nights I would have to stay in the cottage on sharing basis. In the meantime, the inhabitants of Havelock were being advised by the authority to keep sufficient mineral water and food items in stock since the island would remain cut off from the rest of the world for two more days. Both me and Mr. Sareen were sullen to know that we were stranded at least for two more days.

At around 9.30, the waiter called us for dinner. Perhaps I looked too gloomy at the embarrassing stranded life, thinking about my son and family members at home. Before going to the dining room for dinner, Mr. Sareen said to me, "You look too worried at this situation. I hope at least this one will cheer up your spirit a bit."

And he handed over to me an envelope. I took it, opened the same and found it my out of turn promotion letter neatly typed and signed on Company's pad and appreciating my contribution to the work. I smiled at Mr. Sareen and thanked him heartily.

We went to have our dinner. Despite the foul weather very sumptuous dinner was served. It was a big campus with six cottages. But strangely, in the dining hall only we two were taking the meals. When I asked the waiter about other guests, he replied that some of them had already taken their dinner and others preferred room service. After the dinner was over, Mr. Sareen stayed back at the dining hall and said to me, "I have the habit of mild walking after dinner. Since it is raining outside I will walk for sometime in the hall. You go to room and make yourself comfortable."

I liked his decision because I felt odd to appear before him in another set of dress, which I had bought for changing the dress I was wearing day long at bedtime. So I went to the cottage, locked the door from inside and went to toilet to change. I thoroughly washed myself, switched to the new undergarments and dress and put the dress I was wearing so long in my hand bag. I felt refreshed for the first time. I came back from the toilet, unlocked the cottage door for Mr. Sareen to enter and went to bed. After about fifteen minutes, I heard him asking from outside, "May I come in?"

"Yes Sir," I responded and felt assured at his sense of courtesy to ask before entering.

Mr. Sareen came in and brought out a pair of trousers from his briefcase and went to toilet ti change. Suddenly, it struck my mind why for half day's trip did he bring trousers. Was his stay at Havelock pre-planned? But then I recalled that the depression and the resultant cyclonic storm was not a plan of Mr. Sareen. I scolded myself for my carelessness not to have kept certain basic things in my handbag whereas even though a male, Mr. Sareen had carried an extra pair of dress in his briefcase.

As I was wondering all these, I felt a bit nervous to see Mr. Sareen coming out of toilet wearing a navy blue trousers and vests. He was in his mid- fifties and had a great muscular body as I could watch through indrect glances. My mind raced suddenly without any reason as to what would happen if a stout and strong man like him force me. To relieve my nervousness I decided to talk to Sushant.

Fortunately, the call got connected at first attempt. I enquired about our son, whether they all had dinner, health of my mom and mother-in-law, and then informed him that my dinner was over and was going to sleep. Naturally, Sushant thought I was alone in the room and started talking naughty as to how he was missing my nude body beside him, how he would compensate me once I was back to home, what I should do to please him. I was blushing and feeling that some words might be heard by Mr. Sareen, I was continuously reducing the volume of my handset and on my part I was replying only in "Yes" or "No". Sushant enquired why I was giving brief replies and asked jokingly, "Is your old boss still standing before you watching my young beautiful wife?"

I stammered to tell the lie, "No, no. Actually I'm very exhausted and feeling sleepy after day's journey."

Sushant and I wished each other good night. Sushant kissed at the other end to which I had to respond with a suppressed kiss and disconnected. I tried to watch Mr. Sareen from the side of my eyes if he was listening to our conversation. He seemed to be engrossed in his laptop. I wished him good night and tried to sleep though I was feeling uncomfortable to sleep in the same room.

Mr. Sareen also wished me good night but then said cunningly, "Why good? We can together make it best if you come to my bed or I go to your bed."

I was shocked and sternly said, "Sir, I don't like this kind of jokes."

"I'm serious baby," Mr. Sareen said, "Not joking at all. More you please me, more promotions I will shower on you. You should take care of your career."

Angrily I retorted, "I'm not that kind of woman. I can build my career by my performance..."

He did not allow me to finish and said, "Yeah, it is your performance on bed that I want to see tonight. You have a nice figure. I noticed it the first day I met you. Your husband also said something over phone about his wishes to fuck you, isn't it? Actually you have a glamorous sexy figure"

I bursted out in anger, "He can wish because he is my husband. Don't think that I am a whore and you can lure me with promotons. You can take away the letter you gave me."

With cold eyes of a viper Mr. Sareen looked at me and said, "But I want you to be my whore tonight and I am not in habit of tolerating refusal from my sub-ordinates."

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

He advanced towards my bed and was groping my cheeks. To avoid his touch I got diwn from my bed. Verbally I kept arguing with him, "Sir, you're my superior. I admire you, respect you. I'm someone's wife, mother of a son. You must also have your family. Why are you trying to spoil everything?"

"Being married doesn't mean you are chained," Mr. Sareen said, "Take it as a game. I know you are a state level badminton player. Take sex that way. You're just playing with a new partner. It doesn't have anything to do with marital loyalty."

"Please try to understand, Sir," I modestly said, "I'm not that modern. I come from a conservative family. I can't do anything that would mean betraying our spouses."

"Don't bother about my spouse," Mr. Sareen said, "I'm a widower. My wife died 7 years back. My only son is settled in USA. During these seven years I had been to bed with many women and girls, but I found none as attractive as you."

I angrily replied, "And in these seven years you must have said the same words to all the females you wanted to take to bed. Please forgive me, I am not that tyoe of woman."

Mr. Sareen looked at him for sometime and said, "Do you think you got so rapid lifts because of your works? There were many others but I always preferred you and you can boost your career further by agreeing to my proposal."

"So you thought," I replied with disgust, "By showering favours you will tempt me. Please take away your favours and let me live my life in my own way. I don't need any boost in my career."

"But I want you on bed beside me," Mr. Sareen replied, "Are you coming to my bed or should I come to yours?"

"Sir, stop talking on this subject," I tried to sound gentle while trying to control my anger, "I don't like to discuss any more."

"You're refusing your superior," Mr. Sareen said in a stern voice, "You may lose your job for offending me. Why are you pretending to be a puritan? I know you're hot. Remember the day I met you with your family in the resort? Although your mother-in-law said to have hoisted the party, I could see on your face the glow of sexual gratification that you had with Sushant the previous night. That very day I decided to have you on bed with me."

"I never thought you have such dirty mentality," I said with real hatred, "You keep finding other women as you wish, but keep me out of your mind."

"That's the problem," Mr. Sareen said with a kind of evil determination in his voice, "I've already visualised your fatless nude body under me asking for more. There is nothing wrong in giving it a try. If you don't like we can terminate at anytime."

"Will you stop or should I go out?" I sternly asked as I took steps towards the door.

Mr. Sareen caught me by the arm, pulling me towards him and said, "Where are you going out? It's raining outside."

I forcibly freed my arm and went out of the cottage and ran towards the dining room. It was locked from outside and ni waiter was there. I saw Mr. Sareen coming out of the cottage. Though it was raining heavily and strong winds were blowing, I ran towards sn adjacent cottage to ask for help. Surprisingly, the cottage was locked. I was alarmed because we were told that all cottages were occupied. Still I ran to another cottage, it was vacant too and locked from outside.

Mr. Sareen was standing in the verandah of the cottage we were lodged. I had already got drenched in rain water. Mr. Sareen loudly said to me, "No one is here in the campus. They were all tipped off so that only you and me remain here to enjoy our game."

Realising that he had very planfully contrived everything, I reached the campus gate to go out of campus. I didn't care the torrential rain or my getting wet. But wanted to locate some human being nearby to help me. Bad luck as it was, even the campus gate was locked from outside.

Mr. Sareen said to me loudly, "You can't run away, all escape routes are locked. Instead of getting wet come inside."

I pretended not to hear. But then Mr. Sareen called me again, "Come and take your phone. Or should I call your husband at this odd hour to tell him that we got one room only and are staying together?"

I realized what a great mistake I haf done by not carrying the handset in hurry and Mr. Sareen was taking the chance of not telling the truth to Sushant about our stay. I stood frozen where I was my tears flowing down mingling with rain water. Mr. Sareen called again, "Come immediately or else I am going to call."

I started walking back to the cottage. I was completely drenched, my body got sharply outlined against my wet clothes. I entered inside the cottage. Mr. Sareen looked at me lustfully, his glances exploring my body so clearly outlined from below the wet outfits and said, "You have a great sexy figure. I would have liked to see you in this appearance for some more time. But you might fall ill, you're already shivering. so leave your clothes, wipe yourself and come to bed. I will warm you up."

I knew I was badly trapped. No one nearby so save me. My boss was taking chance of my lies to my husband. I walked towards the toilet. But Mr. Sareen commanded, "Not in toilet. Take out your dress here amd right now and wipe yourself dry."

He brought a towel from the toilet and gave it to me. As I hesitated, he took my phone and reminded me that he would call Sushant. I took out my kameez first and my flesh mounds covered under bra were exposed to his view. He was restless and roughly slipped bra straps from my shoulders exposing my boobs. Mr. Sareen roughly squeezed my boobs and said, "Warm sexy boobs. I like them. Your tits are more beautiful and sexy than what I assumed."

I felt to be defiled and humiliated as he kept groping and ordered in a grave voice, "Take off your salwar."

I unknotted the salwar and held it by hand to prevent it from falling off my body. Mr. Sareen slapped hard on my buttocks, I screamed in pain. He forcibly pulled down the salwar exposing my lower part then clad only in panty. He said, "You're going to be my slut tonight? Why are you hiding?"

He unhooked my bra and took it out of my body. Upper part of my body was totally exposed to him. He moved his hand in my naked stomach and said, "Very smooth. No fat. You have very well maintained your figure. Nobody will believe that you're the mother of a child."

His touch created repulsion in me as if a crawling insect is moving over my body. I shivered in repulsion. He slapped hard on my boobs and said, "Get used to my caress or you'll get more spanks."

In the meantime, he had slowly slipped his hand inside my panty and his fingers were trying to reach my love spot. I was dying in shame and almost spontaneously resisted. He got angry and roughly pulled down my panty up to my knee exposing my quim covered with trimmed but thickly grown hairs. My body was still wet in some parts as while outside I was completely drenched by rain. My hairs were wet with water still dripping.

Mr. Sareen took the towel from me and started wiping me dry. As he wiped, his hands rested more than usual on my private parts, particularly between my legs and ass cheeks. My nipples were already erect and were protruding in a most vulgar way. Mr. Sareen then handed over the towel to me and said, "Wipe and dry your hairs first."

I took the towel and began to run it through my hairs. I had not waxed my underarms for about a fortnight. There were growth of hairs there. Mr. Sareen looked at my armpits and said, "I enjoy hairy growth there."

Tears were still in my eyes and hatred and anger were building inside me. He looked at me and said, "I don't like to force a woman. She should come to me of her own despite being angry. I'm going to bed and you will come to my bed like a good subordinate."

Mr. Sareen got on his bed and said, "I'll count ten and you must join me by that. Else I am going to call your husband. One...two...three...four..."

I knew I am badly trapped. I sat on the edge of his bed. He seemed happy that I had moved before he counted up to ten and said, "Come on, sit on my lap facing me and kiss me as you kiss your hubby."

Despite all shame and disgust, I, a mother of a son, wife of a loving husband, went nude near him, spread my two legs on his two sides and sat on his lap facing him and asked very gently, "Why are you doing this to me? My married life will be shattered."

"Why are you so worried?" Mr. Sareen said, "Nobody will ever know what passed between us except we two. Learn to enjoy secret sexual liaisons and it will add spices to your sex life."

He hugged me tightly, my boobs pressing hard against his hairy chest. His face advanced towards mine; I looked at his eyes, there were only lust in his eyes. I shut my eyes in fear and shame and was frozen. I felt his fingers nibbling on my naked ass and heard him growl like an angry animal, "Kiss me on my lips, I say."

I dared to say even in that position, "You can enjoy my body like a corpse, you can't win my mind."

"Ok, let me see if I can make you a participating bitch," he said.

His lips descended on mine and his tongue started moving on my lips making them wet with his saliva. Soon my lower lip was in the tight grip of his lips and he was sucking hard. I rigidly stood his passionate kisses. His hands started kneading passionately my tender boobs and pinching my nipples hard in between. He lifted my arms and kissed my armpits. He kissed my earlobes. His hand reached my pussy and started playing with my labia lips. Despite all disgust I felt that I was discharging my juice for the first time.

Suddenly, I cried in pain as Mr. Sareen inserted a finger deep inside my pussy. My breaths had grown heavy with his finger stroking rhythmically in my love tunnel. I was trying hard to hide the growing excitement in me. I clenched my teeth to prevent me from expressing my involuntary reactions. But when Mr. Sareen inserted another finger inside my pussy and pressed my clit between the tips of his two fingers, my body was shaken by an uncontrollable spasm as I discharged fresh juice. Unknowingly, my body arched and I entwined my body tightly with that of Mr. Sareen.

Mr. Sareen abruptly pushed away my body and said, "Whether you admit or not, you have become my slut. I have seen your nude beauty, explored every inch of your youthful and voluptuous body and your body has responded by getting entwined with mine. You can now go to your bed, you needn't be afraid and can sleep."

I was more than frustrated at his sudden change. I had grown hot by then and my body (most probably, my mind too) had started enjoying his naughty manipulations and then he was suddenly allowing me to go after he had seen me in all my nakedness! I had kept my eyes shut since he asked me to kiss. Now I opened my eyes, looked at him angrily like a wounded tigress. He seemed not to notice my anger or frustration.

I jumped on him abusing him, "You blackmailed me, you made me appear nude before you, played with my body, made me cheat my husband and now you're asking me to go to my bed and sleep?"

I ensnared his neck with my hands around, and breaking all my conservative demeanour planted a lip to lip kiss pushing my tongue inside his mouth. Mr. Sareen responded with equal warmth. I started taking away his trousers. Under it he was wearing a hipster brief that covered his front part with only a string in his ass creek connecting the front part with two rings. I was too hot by then to slowly remove his brief. I slipped the front part to get his tool and as it jumped out of its bondage, I was full of awe and wonder at the monstrous phallus. Its length and girth reminded me the cock of a rhino. Even at his late fifties, it was hard and rising towards the sky. Spontaneously I uttered, "Oh my god, it is a beast."

"And you're going to be its slave, you bitch," Mr. Sareen said, hissing like a snake, "I let you go. But you sexy bitch, you freed this cruel beast from its bondage. Now you will know as it ravishes the chaste canal you reserved like a puritan wife so long for your husband."

Mr. Sareen pulled my head to place his cock near my face. I was mesmerized at the enormous size and said in a blurred voice, "It's too big, I can't take it. It will tear me apart."

Mr. Sareen roughly caught my pony tailed hairs and said, "Don't make a fuss. You're now its slut and your duty is ti serve your boss. Just compare it with your husband's and you will feel extra sensation in your cunt. But to avoid getting hurt you must please this beast with your lips and tongue."

As Mr. Sareen pushed my head further down towards his erect phallus, I kissed its tip without any protest and the used my tongue to lick it. But Mr. Sareen wanted more. He pressed my cheeks, made me open my mouth and pushed it deeper inside my mouth to the point of choking me and said, "You slut, suck it nice and you will have another out of turn promotion next year. By the way, does Sushant fuck your mouth?"

I gestured in negative. He again asked, "Have you taken his tool in your mouth and given oral caress?"

I nodded affirmative. He laughed, "Oho, You're already a slut, I will make you a better slut by fucking your mouth. Next time as you take your hubby's tool in your mouth, you will get wet between your legs remembering me.'

Although me and Sushant had resorted many times to oral caress, he never discharged in my mouth. I felt it filthy to take sticky cum in my mouth. When Mr. Sareen spoke about fucking my mouth I was filled with a sense of abhorrence.

Before he could start fucking my mouth, I humbly said to him that since I was fulfilling his sexual wishes, he should spare me the humiliation of getting my mouth fucked.

I had just spoken out my mind that Mr. Sareen slapped me hard on my cheeks and angrily retorted, "I don't stand my sluts to guide me. You won't be my complete slut till you taste my cum, till it smears your lips and face."

Mr. Sareen hit me so hard that there were tears and I was sobbing. Still I complained, "You made me surrender to your lust. If you don't agree at any point, you can tell it. Why do you hit like a brute?"

Mr. Sareen pulled me towards him, kissed me on the lips and said, "Was it too hard? Sorry, but I like to speak dirty with my sluts and enjoy spanking them. I also make them speak dirty. So once you're on bed with me learn to enjoy those."

I realised that I was in the grip of a dirty and violent beast and instead of saying anything just lowered my gaze. Mr. Sareen lifted my face with his finger on my chin and said, "You've got nice sexy body. Has anyone other than Sushant ever fucked you?"

I gestured in the negative. He said again, "How do you feel sitting nude before your boss on this rainy night while your husband is sleeping at home? Is it not exciting? Secret extra-marital sex happens to be more thrilling than married sex."

Minutes before I was sexually excited and had responded more favourably to his sexual caress. But his hard slaps had disrupted the rhythm and I was angry again. So I replied a bit roughly, "People like you may enjoy extra-marital sex but I am ashamed and feeling debased. I also feel like cheating my partner."

"That's very good," Mr. Sareen replied with all crookedness in his voice, "I like unwilling and shy bitches surrendering to me. Now, since you are already experienced in oral sex with your hubby, recoil your body like a bitch and take my dick in your mouth and suck it as if you're sucking Sushant."

There was no alternative but to obey. As I started sucking him coiling myself like a bitch near his lap, his two hands got engaged in two parts of my body. His right hand was squeezing my boobs while his left hand was roughly groping my ass with his fingers repeatedly getting inserted alternately in my pussy and asshole. I felt that my body had started responding again and my cunt was getting flooded with my own juice. Mr. Sareen didn't miss it. He teased me, "Sushant taught you perfect sucking art of a slut."

I didn't protest even at his humiliating words because my mind was in the grip of horny passions. After sometime, I was made to lay on my belly with my face lifted upwards with support on my elbows. Mr. Sareen got down from bed to stand on the floor so that his hard phallus was just near my face from the opposite direction. Mr. Sareen said, "I'm going to fuck your mouth. Are you ready, my sexy bitch?"

Without answering, I opened my mouth. Mr. Sareen was delighted at my response and teased, "I just wish Sushant had seen his sexy wife in this act."

He pushed his enormous rod of meat inside my mouth, held me by the hairs and started fucking my mouth quite roughly. It went on for about 15-20 minutes after which my tongue felt his meat becoming stiff, his hands gripping me tight and then his load flooding my mouth. The volume of his load was too much so that some dripped through my lips. Mr. Sareen commanded, "Swallow and lick the left over. With my cum on your lips, you look like a perfect slut."

Mr. Sareen made me to lick and wipe his rod clean. Once that act was over I was taken in tight embrace by Mr. Sareen. He placed my nude body on his naked lap and said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of now. You've become my slut. So let's now enjoy with wildest passion."

Mr. Sareen's hands were moving all over my nude body caressing my privates and sensitive areas. My nipples were already erect after what I had been through. As Mr. Sareen started to suck and bite mildly, I could feel growing wilderness in me. For the first time sound of an unintelligible interjection caused by extreme unbearable pleasure escaped from my mouth.

Mr. Sareen didn't miss the sound. He looked into my eyes and said, "Baby, you're blooming slowly like a flower. I like it. I will now treat you like a tender flower, your husband has perhaps never treated you like this."

Mr. Sareen started with soft kissing my lips, moving his tongue tenderly on them, then he worked softly on my boobs and nipples. He raised my arms, kept sniffing my armpits and complimented, "I like that sexy smell mingled with your sweat and perfume."

Slowly he started kissing me from my toes to forehead, sparing extra time on my round buttocks, on my navel. His tongue tinkled the navel hole sending terrible sensations to my brain that wanted to be one with him. But I had no idea of his caress thst was to follow. For about fifteen to twenty minutes his face was submerged in my pussy, his sharp nose inside my labia lips and his tongue was occasionally licking my labia lips, inner thighs with feather like softness. He murmured, "Baby, the damp sexy smell here makes me want you more."

I knew that what I was feeling or doing was not right. But growing passion had got upper hand in me; my conservative self was in a state of numbness enjoying the carnal delights provided by Mr. Sareen. At one point of time Mr. Sareen merged his nose in my ass crack as he continued to sniff me. But then the most unexpected and unimaginable thing happened. A wet and tender feeling invaded my asshole. I screamed, "Why are you putting your tongue in a dirty place? My mouth is ready to take it."

"Baby, no part of your body is dirty for me," Mr. Sareen replied, "Just let me know if you are enjoying it."

"Oh, yes, it's fantastic sensation that is ripping me," it was all that I could say.

My mind was exploring why Sushant had not treated me like Mr. Sareen was doing just as an excuse to surrender to the latter. In the meantime Mr. Sareen's face moved licking my armpits, my cheeks, my thighs and finally came to my pussy.

I was literally moaning and gasping then as his tongue went deep inside my pussy licking the walls and teasing my clit. As he continued to play with my pussy, it became unbearable and I pushed his head away. As he looked at me, I pulled his face towards mine, got liplocked in a kiss and whispered to his ear, "You have turned me horny. Don't tease me anymore. Make me your slut. Do whatever you like."

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

That was my total surrender to my boss. He looked deep into my eyes and asked, "Are you sure? Are you mentally ready?"

"Yes boss," I said keeping my eyes shut, "My body, mind and soul all want to be your bitch."

Mr. Sareen pulled me on his top. His hard and enormous dick was dangling against my stomach. I took it in my hand, spread my legs wider and guided it to my love spot. From below me, Mr. Sareen pushed it a bit do that one-third of it was inside my pussy. It was too big. I felt the pain but I was not satisfied by taking a part of it inside. From the top I circled my buttocks, twisted my body to slide it in. But could accommodate only two-third of the monster. Shamelessly I whispered to him, "I want this demon completely inside."

From below, Mr. Sareen gave a hard thrust making me scream in sudden pain, his hands kept my buttocks pressed from the top and his 9" dick was totally inside me. I could feel the fat meat stretching the walls of my vagina and it was pricking hitherto unexplored areas deep inside. Both of us began slow tentative movements while our lips were still locked in kiss.

Slowly our movements took up speed. His hands were roughly scratching my tender fleshes at the back just as I was scratching him in deep passion. Our bodies were entwined like two snakes and his angry python like tool was ploughing me hard. I moaned like a horny slut. I forgot my family, my son, my husband. All that I remembered was to enjoy with him without any inhibition. Sometimes when I slowed down, he would ask me to fuck harder. On my part, I wanted him to go harder and faster.

After twenty minutes of play we changed to missionary position and he started battering the muscles of my vagina with brutal force. But I enjoyed and moaned and we continued for nearly 30 minutes in this position after which I begged to him to come. And as he started ejaculating we hugged each other in intense orgasm.

I was always horny on bed and had very compatible sex life with Sushant. But that night at Havelock with Mr. Sareen was unparalleled. Once we reached simultaneous orgasm, I slept nude cuddling with Mr. Sareen for the rest of the night.

In the morning, Sushant rang to know about how I passed the night. I was still in Mr. Sareen's embrace and he was caressing my boobs. At his instruction, I took the call of Sushant and assured him that I was alright and he should not worry about me. As usual, Sushant was telling me how he missed my sexy body beside him the previous night and described his plan to compensate after my return. Mr. Sareen had advised me to put on the microphone so that he could listen to our private talks. As Sushant was speaking about sex for the major part of conversation, I had to respond with equally seductive and sexy words. I had to maintain calm because all along, Mr. Sareen was doing naughty things to me. He even made me to stroke his dick while talking to Sushant. Once during the half an hour long conversation with Sushant, I moaned as Mr. Sareen fingered my pussy but I told Sushant that his words were turning me hot and made that an excuse to end the call.

Once the call ended, I saw Mr. Sareen hard again with his monstrous phallus ready for action. I was already horny recalling the previous night, conversation with Sushant and the caress of Mr. Sareen during the phone call. So when Mr. Sareen gestured, I simply nodded and without being refreshed after night's sleep we got engaged in another mind blowing fucking session.

We had to stay at Havelock for two more nights for the communication to restart with Port Blair after the storm subsided. During that period I had random mating sessions with Mr. Sareen and both of us enjoyed without any reservation.

On the fourth day, we left Port Blair for our respective destinations. However, my occasional sexual liaisons with Mr. Sareen continued whenever we met on some official program. On his part, Mr. Sareen rewarded me with promotions at every opportunity. After Mr. Sareen retired from the company, I had even spent a week at his home in Shimla on the plea of an official work there, though in reality we were enjoying hot physical intimacy.

This episode of my life has remained a secret between me and Mr. Sareen only.

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[Blue Bull]

'Dicking’ My Hot Teenage Saali
By: sutapar1

From childhood, she had been a control freak, i.e., she wanted to be the one who decided anything. For example, she decided when to get her ears pierced and where. I’m sure she decided at what age she’d lose her virginity too.

So it was a big deal when her boyfriend dumped her. She was in denial, opting for break-up sex and whatnot. This went on for a few weeks till she started to realize that it was over between herself and her lover. I witnessed my hot ‘Saali’ (sister-in-law) cry for the first time.

I admit that her oval face and big hazel eyes looked pretty even while shedding tears. Secretly, I wished she had taken me as her boyfriend. I would never break up with her, knowing fully well that our relationship wouldn’t last anyway.

After she sobered up, the obvious question was, what should be done? One of her friends suggested revenge, and it appealed to her. She decided on a complete makeover before the revenge itself.

The first stop was a barbershop. Winking at me, Nupur asked for the old barber.

Nupur: I know the old man wanted me for like ages.

Me: Then why take a risk? Let’s go.

Nupur: Relax, jiju, he’s harmless, plus he can’t get it up.

On hearing the last comment, I felt better. Still, something was fishy. The old man greeted us with a sparkle in his eye and caped Nupur. I was sitting in the adjacent chair and shooting, as she requested. He looked lean and in his late 50s. He seemed to be enjoying it by how he went about his job.

The younger guy finished his last customer and went home for lunch. There were only the three of us inside, Nupur, me, and the retiree. Nupur wore a miniskirt that day. The cape covered her mid-thigh, so it looked like she was nude.

Nupur spoke in a low voice with the old man. Following her instructions, he worked up a lather using shaving foam and a soft brush. He stropped his straight razor a few times before sanitizing it. Then, remembering something, he tied her thick hair into a ponytail.

The more I looked at Nupur, the hornier I got. She had really grown (in a good way) during the lockdown. Her stats remained the same, but her boobs were now 34c. Her hair was cut in a v shape falling between the shoulder blades in the back and covering her tits in the front.

The old barber applied foam to Nupur’s cheeks and nape. I got a hard dick at the prospect of seeing a nape-shave. He shaved Nupurs cheeks and nape with short strokes of the razor. By this time, I had a tent in my pants.

Nupur put a hand out of the cape and playfully squeezed my cock with the pants saying, “Jiju, you have to wait till the end.” She said something in the old man’s ear, and he started looking at me. “He’s ok,” she said, pulling the cape to her elbows.

I’d almost jizzed looking at her smooth thighs when the old barber gave a shock. He pulled down his pants and drawers. His flaccid cock was semi-erect and clean-shaven, though a bit dark. Then he lifted Nupur’s miniskirt and pulled off her lace panty.

Now she was naked under the waist. I was surprised that the old barber didn’t have a boner looking at Nupur’s fanny. He applied foam and started shaving around her crotch. I couldn’t remain detached and rubbed myself over the trouser.

The old barber checked the smoothness of the crotch while his cock flopped uselessly. She finally decided to help out and took his limp member in her mouth. After a few minutes of sucking, she was able to make the old man’s prick hard enough to penetrate her tight cunt.

He paused to trim her hair half an inch above Nupur’s tits. I grew painfully hard looking at her tiny pink areola and erect nipples. She had phases of the Moon tattooed along her spine. About half an inch wide and 4 inches tall. No wonder I had missed it – I hadn’t touched her body in almost one and half years.

With her blunt cut complete, Nupur helped the old man enter her hole. She lifted her legs over his shoulders while he kept his short dick inside her and put his face to her cleavage.

He couldn’t keep up for long and came within a few strokes. His weak dick leaked cum as soon as he touched Nupur’s pert boobs. Though she had done the impossible, Nupur was yet to fulfill her revenge. I used a spray bottle and soap to wash the oldie’s saliva off her chest.

Then I started screwing Nupur in the doggy style. The only sounds audible for the next 10 minutes were her gasps and my hand slapping her round ass. The old barber wasn’t done and shaved her eyebrows completely before drawing them again in a sexy high arch.

I held her chin from behind and kissed her mouth passionately with my tongue in her bee-stung lips. As soon as she started exploring my mouth with her sweet tongue, I cum inside her in spurts. The hot cum triggered her orgasm in no time.

Nupur climaxed uncontrollably, pulling my shirt collar and kissing me vehemently. As I pulled up my pants to get dressed, I heard the unmistakable whirring of a tattoo gun.

The old guy was shading the new moon tattoo to make it solid black. She got off and adjusted her clothes while I combed my hair. I finished the sex video and sent it to Nupur (I knew better than to send it directly to her ex). On our way back.

Me: Why didn’t you use a condom with the oldie?

Nupur: Offo, jiju, it’s been years since he had sex, plus he got family planning done 20 years ago.



The hardest thing is to watch her boobs blossom into ripe oranges. My desperate masturbation ends in a painfully hard ejaculation. I have experienced blinding lust in the middle of the night and got up looking for a release from my helpless erection.

With my mind full of sexual urges, I was going to watch a porn movie to pacify myself. Then possibly fuck my sweet wife in the early morning. I’d already jerked off to a bursting orgasm to reduce my lingering erection since I’d seen Nupur’s pretty ass.

Since the pandemic started, I was staying at my in-laws’ farmhouse in Gurgaon. The estate is quite big and peaceful, leading to an excess of only one thing, that is sex. Not to get confused, my wife is quite sexy and more than able to satisfy me. But this incident has nothing to do with her.

It’s all about my forbidden desire for my young sister-in-law. Nupur is my wife’s youngest sister, who is in her degree in the second year. She turned 19 this year. I was smitten by her sultry beauty during my marriage and watched with amazement as she grew into a hot temptress.

Her medium-sized cones had grown to full round boobs that looked like ripe fruits. It didn’t help that her waist remained narrow. At the same time, her butt took a bubble shape, highlighting her curved back and making her figure irresistible.

Even with all her assets, I would’ve never had indecent thoughts. But she was getting really provocative at home. At first, it was the usual jiju-sali jokes and childish tricks. But since she lost her virginity, her flirting has turned into pure seduction.

I felt excited and, at the same time, cuckolded when Nupur started calling her boyfriend home. Soon the changes in her dressing and looks proved that she was getting a lot of physical intimacy. She started wearing kajal in her big light brown eyes and shaved her eyebrows to perfection.

She had her thick wavy hair cut into a neck length bob haircut that she tucked to one side, showing off her slender neck. Nupur is about five and a half feet tall with long legs that she waxed regularly. Recently she started exposing them in her small skirts.

The carefree intensity, with which she was making out on the second-floor corridor with her boyfriend, proved that her seal had been broken recently. He had his fingers in her skirt. She was smothering his face into her breast, making him suck her young tits.

As I left the scene, a glimpse of her pantyless ass cheeks is what gave me a monster erection. I took a fruit bowl and approached the tv that was playing some series. I noticed Nupur and her boyfriend on the carpet below. She was awake, and he was snoring. Before I could decide to stay or leave, Nupur saw me.

Nupur: Shh, come to this side.

Me: ok, you want fruit?

I offered her the bowl and sat down on the carpet beside her. She took a banana and peeled it. Whatever series she was watching had a lot of sexual content, turning me even hornier.

I saw her exposed legs stretching out in front. She smiled and opened a blanket to cover her legs. I was surprised as she spread the blanket across my legs also.

Me: Can you search for sci-fi?

Nupur: Jiju relax, it’s only a sex scene.

Saying, she started putting the banana in her mouth without eating it. I knew she was playing with me, but somehow I was unable to say anything. Our age difference is close to 13 years, which is the main problem.

If she was older, maybe I would have felt less guilty to lust for her. Still, I could see from her point of view. I’m six feet tall with a lean physique, clean shaved face, and short spiky hair that any girl would love to play with.

Nupur: Jiju, don’t be so awkward.

Me: Sweetie, I’m just nervous.

Then, taking me by surprise, she put my left hand around her shoulder and tangled her legs with mine inside the blanket.

Nupur: Take a deep breath, it’s ok to touch.

Me: Careful dear, your boyfriend may wake up.

Nupur: Don’t worry, he won’t wake up.

Me: How are you so sure?

Nupur: Because he dicked me!

Me: What kind of language is that?

Nupur: Jiju, relax

So we relaxed for a bit without talking. Nupur cuddled close to me inside the blanket. I could feel her silky hair on my bare shoulder, turning me on. The smell of her hair and the warmth of her body were driving me crazy.

Nupur: Jiju, can I see yours?

Me: Mine what?

She put her hand on my cock and looked up into my eyes. I couldn’t avoid her stare. For the first time, I saw her sharply outlined, pouting lips were painted with permanent pink lip color. She kept staring without blinking. I bent down and brushed my lips on her pretty baby pout.

She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out, giving me an unexpected lick on my upper lip. I dipped again, trying to catch her tongue with mine. We kissed madly like first time lovers. When I left her face, it was red like a tomato.

She wiggled inside the blanket, releasing my thick cock out of my shorts and sucking it like a pro. I put my hand on her head, running my fingers in her short silky hair. When she came out, I could read sex in her eyes.

Me: I’ll be right back.

Nupur: Don’t go, I have condoms in my room.

So I carried her light body in my arms, all the way to her room. We stripped, and she took out a condom. I sat on her bed with her naked body in my lap, cradled like a baby. She rolled the condom with her pretty fingers on my raging dick.

I smoothed her hair to one side, exposing her neck, then kissed it madly. She squealed with pressure as I bit her neck and chest. When I released her, she was looking down at her shaved pussy, fingering her cunt lips with one hand. She was circling my cock with her finger and thumb, making sure the condom was stretched to the bottom of my dick.

I rolled on to my back with her on top, and she immediately mounted me, taking my shaft all the way into her tight cunt. I tried to kiss her pretty red nails as she started humping me with the energy of a teenager. For almost 10 minutes, my dear saali Nupur fucked me nonstop. I enjoyed every second like a hungry dog.

It took only a slight fingering of her pussy lips, with my hand behind her ass to make her orgasm uncontrollably. For a minute, she buried her face in the pillow next to my head and muffled her own moans. Then rolled over. As if reading my mind, she removed the condom from my dick before reinserting.

Me: Baby, are you sure?

Nupur: Ssh, I’m on pills.

With the green signal, I buried my cock in her cunt and my face in her neck with her silky hair rubbing on my cheek. After just 2 minutes of deep strokes, my semen burst out of the balls like hot lava erupting from a volcano. It was so painfully nice that I kept pumping as my semen ejected in spasms.

She joined her inner thighs, wrapping her pussy lips tightly around my cock, milking me to the very last drop. She slept for some time with her head on my chest and her soft hair as a pillow.

After an hour or so, my alarm went off. It was early morning. But she wouldn’t let me go back to my wife, not before another round of ‘dicking’.

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[Blue Bull]

:Landlord vs Tenant:
(Yoga Session)
By: sweetdreamssss

I guess Madiha might have given a very vague description about me in her recollections, but do remember that she has had more experience than me. It may not seem that way, but it's true.

I was a foodie from childhood and chubby as far back as I can remember. I was not obese by any margin. I just had a few extra pounds on me, which people would call thicc nowadays. I didn't mind that during my college days as I was busy with class and friends, but an incident a few years later in college shook my self-confidence and I resolved to slim down.

But what were my options? I didn't want to run around the campus and make a fool of myself. The gym was something I wanted to try, but this was the early 2000's when there were no unisex AC gyms. The only decent places were for large enforcers and serious bodybuilders. It was a sausage party, not a place for average women. I didn't want to try any competitive sport, but then I had the idea of trying yoga. It was supposed to relax the body and mind, both of which I needed.

Despite being the birthplace of yoga, India did not have those swanky yoga centres other countries had until recently. Also, my college was in a small town so I wasn't sure if there was even one in the area. I asked the watchman of our hostel if he knew anything. He was our Yellowpages of the entire area and would give us information for a small price.

The next day, the watchman handed me a slip of paper with a number on it. I called and a male voice answered. When I enquired about the classes, he asked me to come over in the evening so that we could talk further. His voice sounded confident and assured, so I went to the address after my classes had finished.

The Yoga centre was only around 15 minutes from my hostel. It was in the topmost room which was part of the terrace of a house. I knocked on the door and went in. I was greeted by a man in his late '30s to early '40s. He looked decent and very healthy which I thought was good for a yoga teacher. He introduced himself as the Guruji, or Teacher, and then asked about my problem. I told him that I wanted to lose weight.

He said that I'd come to the right place and then started giving me a history lesson of yoga and how Indians can tap the potential it gives. I phased out after two minutes. After a 15 minute lecture, I learned that he worked for a government office and he did yoga training for 'passion' or 'dedication' etc. He was worse than some of my college lecturers.

Guruji finally told me to be in the class at 5 am every morning for a one hour class. He asked me to bring the first month fees along with a coconut, a banana, and betel leaves to present as 'Guru Dakshina' or Offerings to the Teacher.

The next day, I was awake very early. It was cold at 4:30 am. I took a bath and brushed my teeth. I dressed in a full sleeve salwar suit to help keep me warm, but I also wasn't a fan of showing a lot of skin as I was brought up in a very orthodox family.

I arrived at the centre and hesitantly went into a big carpeted room. Five men were sitting inside, eyes closed meditating. The Guruji was sitting in the front and as I cleared my throat, he opened his eyes and gave me a smile. All the other men did not open theirs.

'Probably in deep concentration.' I thought.

The Guruji asked everyone to open their eyes and he told them that I would also be a part of their team now. All of them surveyed me like I was a zoo animal.

I gave him the Guru Dakshina and then prostrated before his feet. I could hear sighs from the men behind. They were all in their 50s and 60s, most probably retired and had now decided to concentrate on their health when life was sunsetting on them.

I stood and sat in the last row as I wanted to be away from their gaze. I didn't have much luck with boys due to my weight but it had never bothered me. I just felt a little bit uneasy with these men staring at me. I wasn't afraid of them, just wary as I was the only hen in the cock house.

Guruji asked us to close our eyes for meditation but my inner sense could feel that the men were glancing at me now and then. I just decided to concentrate on what was being taught. The class was pretty boring as it was only theory. Guruji then made us do a few asanas. I had to keep adjusting my kameez as the slits kept parting and my naked waist was showing.

After the class, Guruji called me over and told me to wear more appropriate clothing so I could do asanas better. I didn't know what was 'appropriate'. Should I wear shorts? Skirt? Track pants? I was also in two minds about asking if I could have a separate class but I didn't know how to explain that I didn't like the stares from the old men.

Later that morning, I was in the Electric Motor practical class and thinking about whether I should continue with my yoga class. I could hear the two boys at the next desk whispering something and giggling. I looked around for the reason for their childish behaviour and realised they were staring at my classmate, Riddhi. She was adjusting the electric motor's belt and pressure to take the readings for the experiment. Her dupatta failed to cover her chest at such angles and they could partially see her breasts.

Riddhi was blessed with 34D breasts which were in contrast with her thin waist. That combination made her a very well known celebrity around the college. I could faintly see an inch of cleavage every time she bent down. I was shocked as I observed these guys. They stared at her non-stop for a full 45 minutes till the class was over.

I wanted to immediately caution Riddhi who seemed totally unaware of her exposed cleavage, but I knew how the professor barked whenever we talked or even moved from our places. I thought that these guys were so cheap. How could you stare at some piece of flesh non-stop for so long? Ridiculous. Yet true. I couldn't imagine what kind of pleasure they got from that.

That evening, during dinner, I reluctantly told Riddhi about this as I felt guilty for not warning her during class.

"Oh," she replied nonchalantly. I was shocked. How could someone be so cool after what those pervs did?

"What else are you expecting me to do?" she asked. "Catch them by the collar and ask why they looked? Ever since I had this growth spurt, I've been ogled by everyone. My sports teacher asked me to wear a better fitting dress even though it was the mandated uniform they gave everyone. At first, I used to feel so cheap and vulnerable. It was like they were banging me in their minds."

She sniffed and shrugged. "But then I realised, I can't stop enjoying life just because of these oglers. What's the maximum that can happen? They might ogle me and then jerk off? I'm not wearing a miniskirt or bikini to display my wares? If you still can't stop ogling me in a salwar then the problem lies in you, not me."

I could see her slowly erupting with anger but trying to control herself. I could also see other girls nodding in agreement. That night, I was unable to sleep, Riddhi was right. I had made a big decision to reduce my weight. I couldn't back out just because a few old pervs were staring at me. So what if I exposed the slightest bit of skin in my yoga class in front of those old men? Their wives would also be so old. What if I could have some fun teasing these old souls? I smiled and went to sleep with a plan.

The next morning when I woke up, I decided to ease back on my power dressing skills. I wore a salwar, but this one had a very interesting cut towards the sides. Though it did not initially reveal any skin, it would be interesting if he asked me to lift my hands as the side of my stomach would be revealed. I reached the venue and found everyone already present. They all eyed me, then quickly looked away. Disappointment for them again, but I was smiling inside. The Guruji asked us to do some stretching exercises first. He directed us to stretch our hands forward and then lift them up.

That was exactly what I was waiting for. I lifted my hands to the maximum extent possible. I knew that some skin around the side of my stomach was revealed as cold air hit my bare skin. I slowly looked out of the corner of my eyes and saw one old man had noticed the lift of my salwar top and some fair skin was visible to him. I was sure Guruji had also noticed because he made us stay in the stretched position for a considerably long time. I was feeling happy inside. After the session, I went to Guruji and asked him about some doubts I had with different Asanas. The rest of the class crowded next to me. They just wanted to be close to me.

I went to college completely elated with my new outlook on life. The classes went on blissfully and I could hardly concentrate. All I could think of was what to wear tomorrow. I didn't want to degrade myself too soon. I wanted the old guys to literally pray to God that they could have a slight glimpse of my body.

After much deliberation, I wore a t-shirt with buttons and track pants. Ideally, this should have covered me better than my salwar kameez with slits except I tied the pants so low that they were sitting below my navel. I stood in the mirror and looked critically at myself. My body was covered but when I lifted my hands, there was a peek of skin below. Just the way I wanted it.

I went to the class with butterflies in my stomach. I noticed that they had arrived well ahead of me and they sat with three in the back and two in front with enough gap in between for me to sit. This way, everyone had a clear view of me without any obstacles.

'Well played.' I thought to myself and sat in their planned spot.

The first half an hour was only meditation where we needed to fold our hands and keep saying 'OM' loudly. I guess they were having no fun. Then Guruji asked us to lie on our backs, bend the knees and lift the back to form a right angle triangle.

My t-shirt predictably fell and my navel was on display. I could feel the others marvel at it despite my closed eyes. I pretended that I didn't notice and was concentrating on the inhaling and exhaling techniques. I could feel that my stomach was going up and down due to my breathing.

I smiled to myself. I bet none of the others had their eyes closed. Guruji asked us to lift our hands up and it only revealed more of my tummy to them. My tummy wasn't flat but it wasn't that flabby either.

Guruji asked us to stand up and stretch our hands then bend down. I bet they had a bit more of me to glimpse. The class finished and I rushed back to the hostel. My heart was beating very fast and I felt a tingling sensation in my thighs. Despite taking a bath before the classes, I immediately rushed to the bathroom and undressed. I could feel that my panties were wet with discharge. I couldn't believe that I had gotten so excited by a few grandpas watching my body.

The next few weeks were total bliss. I would choose my dress erratically. One day, it would be a t-shirt and ¾ track pants to reveal a bit of my legs. The next day I would tie my pants so high so that they couldn't see any skin at all. I would purposefully open two buttons of my t-shirt and then suddenly pretend to notice them and close them. One day I purposefully reached class at 4:50 and occupied the last row wearing a kameez with a slit and a low waist salwar just to tease them. The next day when I arrived at 4:50, they were already there as if they had slept overnight. They were waiting for me. That made me feel really good. It was fun teasing these guys as I never had boys trying to impress me so far.

The oldies were not pushovers either. They must have somehow convinced Guruji to assist with their lewd thoughts as he would call me as a volunteer to do some asana especially on the days I wore the more sexy clothes. He would also call others but the probability of me ending up as a volunteer was higher than all of them combined.

One day I arrived and they were all bunched together in a heated discussion with Guruji. The moment they saw me they immediately stopped and slunk back to their respective places. I knew something was up but I didn't think much of it. I just did my regular class and went home.

That night, there was a heavy thunderstorm and my clothes which I had washed and hung to dry were still wet. I didn't have anything for yoga other than tight jeans which were very painful for stretching, although I was sure the old guys would enjoy looking at my ass. I rummaged through my things and only found a medium sized skirt that might be ok but it wouldn't be good if I had to lift my legs up. Guruji would definitely make us do that move if I wore it. I remembered their secret discussion and my mind told me that the rain gods were stopping you from going, so take a break today.

Another part of me wanted to know what their plan was and how they would execute it. Against my better judgment, I wore the skirt with a five button shirt. Underneath was a black bra and panty set. It looked respectable but I felt like that I was getting dressed for the lion's den.

I reached the class and the moment they saw me, I could hear a few murmurs. I guess they knew that a skirt would expose a lot during asanas and they were surprised I wore it. We all sat and did the meditation as usual.

After the meditation, Guruji asked for a volunteer. I knew I would be selected due to my skirt but he selected another gentleman.

"I cannot Sir, as I'm getting pain due to the stretching exercise you made me do yesterday," he replied.

"That's because you are not maintaining your body well," answered Guruji. " How about you Neha? Do you have any body pain due to stretching?"

I knew I would be called for asanas if I said no, so I lied. "Yes, Guruji. I've had some neck and back pain since yesterday."

"Oh really?" asked Guruji. "I didn't know this. I guess it's because you are not relaxing your muscles after stretching. Don't worry, today I will show you some basic massaging techniques to help you after a long day of exercise. They work wonders."

He waved his hand at the class. "You can do it to your partners or teach them to do it. Pay good attention." he added. "Anyone want to volunteer?"

There was pin drop silence and every second felt so slow as if the entire clock was stopped.

"How about Neha beti?'' said someone from the second row. "We all have our wives to help us, but bechari, she has no one."

"Yeah right," said another. "It's natural for old people like us to get back pain. But if a young girl gets it, it's better to be treated by an expert."

I was in a state of shock. My throat had dried. I could feel six pairs of eyes staring at me. Cunning bastards, so this was their real plan and I swallowed the bait, hook, line, and sinker. I didn't know what to say. It would look bad if I backed out.

I still had that choice and my mind was contemplating how to say no without hurting anyone. But Guruji had changed his tactics. He looked at me and asked if I could trust him. My entire face went red. How could I say no at this juncture after all these weeks? I just nodded my head and stood up.

I looked into the eyes of Guruji but I couldn't sense any malice in them. That gave me a bit of confidence. He instructed one of the oldies to put additional mats down so I would feel more comfortable.

He made me lay on the combined mats while the rest circled around me. Guruji asked me to lift one of my hands and started massaging my palm. He said something about 'some chakras' that reside in the palms and they should massage them. I bet the onlookers too were not concerned about the theory and more focused on the practicals. He then kept massaging my wrists, elbows, and forearms. He did the same for the other hand. He repeated the steps for both sides three more times.

After five minutes of rubbing my hands and up my arms to my bare shoulders, Guruji shifted his focus onto my jaws and neck. He was simultaneously explaining the importance of thyroid glands on the neck and stroking below my chin to the end of my neck. He gently pressed some glands near my neck. He then started making long strokes from below my chin to my collarbone. He said using long strokes was more effective than short ones.

As the length of his strokes increased, his hands started hitting the top button of my shirt. I wasn't sure if it was deliberate, or he was too busy explaining to notice. I just kept my eyes shut tight.

The group was asking various questions about chest pain and pain in ribs etc. My heart was beating so loudly I was afraid that Guruji might actually hear it. Guruji then asked if he could loosen my shirt at the top a little bit. I wanted to ask him how exactly he wanted to go about doing it but I resisted. I just nodded. Getting a green signal, Guruji did the unthinkable. He simply brought his hand down onto my shirt and undid the first two buttons. My heart skipped a beat. I was shell shocked. I opened my eyes to say something.

But Guruji gave me a smile and slowly shifted my shirt to either side. The top half of my body was in clear view to everyone. He started massaging the top part of my chest. My cleavage was in full view of the men. He slowly started pressing my chest and gave a circular massage with his fingers constantly running over the top of my breasts. I was actually feeling good. He then told me that he would teach everyone how to work on the legs. He did not button my shirt and left me in that exposed position.

He then started massaging my legs. At first, he started stroking from my knee downward but soon he slowly pushed my skirt up with each stroke. He told the group that thigh muscles are the most susceptible to muscle pull and he would teach them how to cure it. Without my permission, he slowly raised my skirt upward. I was getting worried now. He was not stopping. He raised my skirt till my entire thigh was on display to all. With a loud clasp, he caught my inner thigh and started caressing it. He was running his hand over my thighs without any pattern. He was quite aroused by now, I guess.

My body was loving the sensation of Guruji's hand running all over me. He then stopped and told the disciples about navel massage and how it was the most amazing thing. Everyone was quite eager to see my navel now. I was now lying with the top two buttons open and my skirt nearly lifted all the way to my panties. Guruji then told me that my shirt material was a little thick and he should adjust it a little bit for a better massage. I nodded. Guruji immediately released the bottom two buttons of my shirt and spread it apart to bring my stomach in full view of the hungry old men around me.

Only one lonely warrior button on my shirt now held on with all its might, trying to protect my 'honour' in front of them. Guruji very slowly touched my navel with his bare hands, tickling me. Goosebumps appeared all over my stomach. Guruji very carefully touched every inch of my bare stomach in front of the men. He started caressing my belly button after some time. He then asked if I could loosen my skirt but without waiting for a reply, he unhooked my skirt and slowly pulled down the zipper on the side.

Guruji started playing with my stomach. He gave me long strokes over my stomach which pushed my skirt down further. After a couple of strokes, my skirt had fallen so far that my panty was becoming visible to everyone. Guruji told me to lift my hips. I slowly lifted them and he pulled the entire skirt hem to below my hips, bringing my panty in full view. I sat up. Guruji told me to relax and that he would keep the skirt near me. Saying this, he started pulling my skirt fully down and slipped it out from under my legs.

My panty was fully wet and everyone could see glimpses of my naked pussy inside. He then asked me to roll over and lie down. When I turned over my ass was for free view for everyone. Guruji told me that now he would show everyone how to give a clean back massage. Since the lonely button was holding my shirt together, Guruji had to insert his hand inside the back of my shirt to give me a massage. The group then complained that they were not able to see what was happening. Guruji sighed and asked me to undo the button in the front.

I had reached a stage where my mind was on autopilot, just doing everything as instructed. I slowly inserted my hand and released the button. With all my buttons open, Guruji very strategically pulled my shirt off my body. I was in my bra and panty in front of all the men.

Guruji started rubbing his hand on my back but tutted his disapproval. He told me that the bra strap was now a hindrance to the desired long strokes, and he unclipped it. Now my entire bare back was being displayed to everyone. He started feeling my back with his hands. I was now enjoying his work, and the thought I was nearly completely naked in front of the oldies didn't enter my head. His hand now pushed right down past the small of my back so he could feel my butt. He slowly adjusted my panty by pulling it down a bit till my butt crack was seen.

He then started kneading my fat butt. There was pin drop silence again as everyone watched Guruji work over my butt with his hands. After a few strokes, Guruji pulled my panty down further so my butt was fully exposed to everyone. Guruji quietly asked me to turn over. I held on to my bra and turned around. Since the bra was unhooked it clung loosely over my breasts. Some part of my panty was still covering my vagina. I closed my eyes in shame, but I still didn't say anything. I guess some part of me wanted his attention. Guruji slowly pulled down my panty and took it out off my leg. He then picked up my bra and placed it somewhere. He knew he didn't have to give me any stupid explanation for this as he could tell I was in a trance.

I was stark naked in the room now. Six eyes bore into my naked body. No one said anything. I held my eyes closed, unable to face anyone. After what felt like an eternity I felt Guruji's hand press my breasts, then slide slowly down my front. I heard a small moan from the watchers. Guruji had split my legs and opened my vagina to show everyone. He slowly inserted a finger and used his other hand to play freely with my breasts, pressing them mercilessly. I closed my eyes tightly as his finger went deeper into my love hole. He stopped and removed his finger from my vagina and put it in my mouth. I licked it slowly. My vagina discharged more fluid at the taste.

Guruji then inserted two fingers inside my pussy and rocked me hard. The feeling was above all. With his fingers finding the deepest corners of my vagina, my body started shaking with pleasure. I reached a climax when Guruji inserted three fingers and felt everywhere inside my vagina. I burst out into an orgasm. It was such a heavenly experience, I passed out. I closed my eyes and drifted off to blackness.

When I woke up, I was in the same place on the mats. I had slept for a good 20 minutes, and I did not know what had happened during that time. I sat up and looked around, still confused as to what had happened to me. Guruji gave me an ashamed look like a toddler caught with his hand in a cookie jar. I frowned back. I immediately realised that I was still completely naked and covered my breasts and crotch with my hands. I noticed for some reason that the oldies weren't in the room. Guruji went out to give me 'privacy'. I quickly dressed and stormed out. The oldies were standing in a corner and looked at me furtively but my stare made them look down and slink away.

I ran as fast as I could until I reached the hostel. I would never go back to that class again.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Indian Landlord vs The Tenant Girls...

To find an apartment for rent for two single ladies is now officially categorized as herculean task. I had lost count of a number of houses that I and my friend, Neha had visited over the past 6 days.

The mobile numbers of brokers filled up my contact list every time we explained the house owner that it is not a family, but only two 22 year old unmarried ladies, who are going to move in. He would slowly call the broker to one side of the room and start whispering.

We immediately knew that even this house is gone for a toss. Spinsters are considered as evil witches who cast spells on men and bring them home and do nasty godforsaken things with them. That's the rumour that these species called house owners heard as their bedtime stories when they were kids.

We tried to politely explain to him that we have got a job here and we work for a well-known MNC as software developers. We further explained that will pay rent on time and cause no havoc in whatever little time we get to spend at home after the company sucks out our life each day. But it fell on deaf ears.

We were given 7 days of free accommodation in the company sponsored hotel and we were running out of time. Staying in PG for women seemed to be our only hope. We did not like it one bit. Madiha"! Neha called out loud. She was furiously searching for houses for rent in Sulekha.

She wanted me to check out this place which was around 6 kms from our office; it had 2 BHK, one open terrace and also 2 bathrooms. The rent quoted was also reasonable. I immediately dialled the number just to get the broker on the other end.

He told us that the place was already nearly booked by someone else but on hearing a female voice, he told us to meet him at a set location and check out the house never-the-less. Me and Neha got dressed and took an auto to the location.

The broker was scary looking man who stood over 6 feet tall and weighed close to 110 kilos. He was riding an old Yamaha bike and his bottom engulfed the entire seat. We slowly walked behind him as he took us through a lane.

We walked and walked until we reached a dead-end. Neha and I exchanged glances.

"The last house, Madam", said the ogre. An independent house with 2 floors with withering paint stared at us

"2 BHK ma'am, no pollution, no traffic sound, the owner very good.

The ogre continued in his broken English. He rang the calling bell, and a fat plump lady wearing a saree which displayed her 3 tires around her belly opened the door. Princess Fiona and broker ogre, where is the donkey?

The fat lady had a serious conversation with the broker ogre in their colloquial language. I felt the ground below me shake as her voice boomed over the word rent. Neha was cool. She had already started walking around here and there as if she knew this house was ours for the taking.

"No Boyfriends here," the fat lady's voice pierced in my head.

I was so scared that I nodded by default. The fact that she said boyfriends instead of just boyfriend gave me a feeling that she thought I was a slut, or will become one soon.

Tell your friend also. I again nodded. She went inside and came back with a key and gave it to the broker ogre come, upstairs room. Full ventilation marble flooring Neha looked excited. She liked isolated houses. I like flats with lots of people around me.

I felt secure then and the front room was not that big one bedroom was bigger than the other.

"The kitchen opened to a terrace where there was so much place clothes hanging you and the owner's family," said the ogre share.

Oh! I understood that he wanted to tell me that this terrace will also be used by the owner's family to dry clothes. Neha was flying around the house like a butterfly. She seemed to like this place.

The problem began the broker ogre, house booked by another man pay extra 1000 Rs and house yours. Yes, said Neha immediately. I looked at her. She had a pleading look on her face and I did not want to say NO. 10 months advance and if you leave within a year, 2 months' rent will be deducted and one month rent is my fees.

This the broker spoke in perfect English. I agreed as this is the process followed by every single house owner in this city. "You can shift after you pay advance. Today also ok ", the ogre grinned. Stupid ogre!

"Who stays downstairs?"

I asked him good family. Wife you saw before, husband gone to work, one kid gone to college. Fiona looked scary, wondering how Shrek will be. I smiled. We wanted to move in tomorrow, we paid the advance, paid the broker.

We did not have much luggage. We had to buy everything from scratch. We moved in. Fiona smiled for the first time as I handed over the cheque to her. She must have really felt like a princess then. We never met her husband till date.

It seems like he did not have veto powers in that house to decide the tenants. All was done by Fiona. Neha liked the terrace the best. She was a hardcore Yoga enthusiast and always woke up by 6 to do her acrobatics. She had a well maintained body and a flat stomach.

Though not flat I had little flesh where is mattered and was too lazy to do Yoga or exercise of any sort. The husband or the official house owner it seems was out of station for some days. The kid was nice, he was around 10 and resembled baby shrek.

One morning while we were going to work, we climbed down the stairs to the gate, I saw a man topless scratching the hair on his chest looking at the motor. He seemed to be shocked to see us first. He then smiled at us. There was an evil grin to it.

Neha smiled back.

"New tenants" he asked.

"Yes" Neha replied.

"Do you like the house?"

"Like it very much" replied Neha.

"Come sometime for coffee in our house when you are free", said the topless man, still rubbing his chest. He had a dhoti.

He had a sacred thread around his body to show his ***** origin. His pot belly prevented him from seeing his toes when he looked down. Shrek family did exist here. We smiled and we ran off to work.

There was a sound of laughter in my head as I tried to clear my mind. Was it just a dream or did I really hear it. I looked at the time it was 6:30 am. I got up and checked the other bedroom for Neha. She was not there.

She must be doing Yoga. I heard another roar of laughter. When did she start laughter therapy sessions like those mad people who believed that laughing with their hands raised without any reason on the roadside can prevent heart attacks?

And they can eat masala chicken soon after they get home as laughter therapy shields them against cholesterol and triglyceride levels in their body.

I looked out of the window and I saw Neha was talking to the house owner. He was topless as usual.

He had a small steel tumbler in his hands. He did not look like he did Suryanamaskar 101 times a day. He had come to see Neha. I could not hear what they were talking about but from what it looked, Shrek was talking about his pot belly and his hands were rubbing his belly.

I did not like his intentions one bit. Neha was in a t shirt and her track pants. I opened the door and told Neha to make tea. The house owner did not like it. He smiled at me. His eyes conveyed the fact that he will first get her and then it will be my turn soon. He was around 45 years old.

Neha reluctantly went inside. She was not of suspicious nature by birth. She liked to talk to everyone, unlike me who suspected everyone. The house owner wanted to say something to me but he thought against it and smiled and climbed down the stairs.

I did not want to scare Neha by telling her about my doubts to her. Neha told me that he does his morning prayers in the terrace and he was very funny. I nodded and refrained from asking anymore to end that conversation. While walking down the stairs, Princess Fiona turned up.

She said she was leaving to her hometown for 2 weeks as it was summer vacation for her son. I was not happy to hear that. Uncle will be here. Our duplicate keys will be with him. I was sad on hearing this. 2 weeks of freedom for Shrek. Wondering what plans he had in his head. I was sure it involved us for sure.

Next day morning, I woke up and upon not finding Neha, I peeped out of the window and I saw topless Uncle Shrek and Neha on the terrace. It seems he had made tea for her as the cup she was holding was of alien origin. The topic for today was also pot belly as he still had his other hand ran over his belly.

I did not barge in this time. I wanted to see to extend he will go. Since it was the last house of the lane no one could see them on the terrace. I watched him as he outlined the shape of his belly with his hand. Innocent Neha was listening to all his fake problems intently and staring at his belly. God, this girl is so dumb.

I wanted to slap her and of course him. I was about to go there when Neha stretched her hand and touched his pot belly. He would have asked her to feel it. She was actually reluctant but he said something and she laughed. Her other hand was also on his belly.

She was pressing it. I had no clue what uncle Shrek was telling her. But it seemed to work for him. A young girl had her hands around his stomach. Ah! She must be telling him about different yoga styles that he could do to reduce belly fat. The old fart couldn't care less, all that he should do is hog less.

Before he could do anything more, I made a sound of door opening which caught him off guard. I walked in. Neha was laughing and telling me to look at his pot belly. I did not smile. He wants to do yoga to reduce the fat. I stared at him. He felt uncomfortable and asked me if I needed tea.

I said No. He took the glass from Neha and immediately rushed off. After he left, Neha imitated Uncle's looks by keeping a pillow inside her t-shirt. I told her if she was not careful, she won't need a pillow to imitate him. She did not even understand the point.

This was becoming a routine now. The next day I woke up to see topless Shrek in underwear this time, the one which has some more length. He was a Brinjal with hands and legs but with a cunning head. Neha was lying on the floor and demonstrating some asana. He was eyeing Neha from head to toe.

I opened the window slightly to hear what they were talking about. She got up and told Uncle Shrek to do the same. His master plan required him to do some hard work. He had calculated this effort as he lay flat. I could see them clearly. He had purposely tied the naada loosely.

His butt-crack was visible. I felt that his underwear will slide down completely. After trying in vain to lift any of his body parts, he gave up. Neha was laughing. She was always in a jolly mood. He got up after Neha helped him to stand.

He complained of pains everywhere. He pointed to a place on his back. Neha immediately pressed that part to see if there was pain. He let out a ooucch. What a Jerk! Oscar winning performance and he was also rubbing his belly and Neha was then massaging his belly because he felt intense pain there.

He sat on a stool nearby. Neha was standing near him. He asked her if he went home and repeated this exercise which parts of his body would reduce fat. Neha said that this was majorly to reduce belly. He face was on the same height as Neha's belly now. She was wearing a shirt.

I want to get a belly like yours" said the fart face. I knew what he was getting at. Neha was not getting it at all. She blushed actually. I think it must be flat and smooth" uncle continued. Neha blushed uncontrollably. He again ran his hand around his belly and then looked at Neha's belly.

It can't be this big said Uncle Shrek. Neha laughed. No ways it can be that big. Saying this she slowly lifted her t shirt revealing her perfectly flat navel out in the open for Uncle to see. His eyes lit like 100 Watt bulb on seeing the bare skin of a 22 year old girl.

Her belly button was hidden as her track pants covered it. She lifted it a bit and let Uncle get a good look at her belly. He immediately told her that she has a very beautiful stomach that he has ever seen which made Neha beam with pride. Look at my belly button continued Uncle Shrek. It has gone under my belly now.

Neha looked down at her stomach. She saw that her belly button was invisible. Can I also see your belly button"? asked Uncle innocently.

"Yes", replied Neha. But Neha had held up her t shirt with both hands. "Can I?" asked Uncle.

Ok nodded Neha. He slowly brought his hands towards. This was the luckiest day of that Bastard's life. He held her pants and slowly pulled it down bringing into view the most beautiful belly button that he will ever get to see in his lifetime.

He pulled her pants dangerously down just above her panties. He now stared at her navel. He was at a loss of words. He kept staring at her navel. Stupid dumbass Neha was beaming with pride.

"This is the most beautiful navel I have ever seen,'' were the words that Uncle could manage to say.

That devil, he was taking advantage of her and I was not doing anything to stop him. I had to do something before he bangs her there. I pushed a steel vessel and it made a loud noise. Neha immediately pulled down her t shirt and ran towards the sound.

Uncle shrek would have been disappointed. He immediately ran down. He would go and shag his dick out. I knew immediately that he was not going to stop till he pins Neha and also me. I was scared to leave Neha alone even for a minute when he was there that day.

The next morning, I woke up early around 5 am. I saw Neha had not woken up as it was Saturday. I looked out of the window and saw Uncle lingering around here and there. I saw Uncle fiddling with his cell. He was calling Neha. I heard the ring as Neha picked up.

She half-heartedly woke up and went to the terrace. She did not even brush. She was wearing a knee length skirt and a loose shirt. She was in no mood for any yoga. Still Uncle did not give up hope. He told her to just stand there and instruct him.

The wind was blowing in full strength and poor Neha had a hard time holding on to her skirt from getting lifted. The shirt that she was wearing was uncontrollable. It was not tucked to her skirt and it was flying around clearly showing bit of her navel here and there much to Uncle's delight.

Neha was again focusing on the yoga asanas, whereas Uncle deliberately did things wrong so as to make Neha correct him by touching him. Neha made him lie flat on the mat on his belly. It was a difficult thing for him. She wanted him to lift his head up and also simultaneously lift one leg up.

The doti was not letting him lift his leg. Neha was getting annoyed with it. Uncle can you remove that dhoti and keep it in the side, it might help you better" suggested Neha. This was exactly what he wanted to hear in a flash he removed his dhoti. Neha was shocked, so was I.

He was wearing very small underwear barely covering his ass. Large parts of his ass were on display to Neha. It was too late and would hurt him if she asked him to put it back on, so Neha did not say anything. That was a green light for him.

He was next to naked on the terrace. Neha tried to ignore the ass staring at her face and made him lift his leg. He was an LPG cylinder to lift. Uncle tilted and lay on his back now. This was a surprise as Neha could make out a huge bulge in front of his underwear tracing his animal inside.

"Can you demonstrate it to me once please?"

Neha was shocked to see Uncle like this. She had never thought the session would turn out to be like this. She asked him to shift. He stood up. Neha then lay on the mat on her front. He knew which position to stand to get a good view.

Neha then told uncle that he should raise his neck and count till 5 and then slowly lift his left leg up and count till 5. She then slowly lifted her left leg. Her skirt was dancing in the wind and as soon as she lifted her leg. It rose up. Neha immediately tried to pull it down.

Uncle told her not to worry about the wind. Uncle was standing right behind her so that he could get a clear view of her panty when she lifted her leg.

"Can I help u lift your leg" asked the uncle. Neha refused.

"No problem, I can do it" saying this uncle held her left leg and pulled it up.

Her skirt was up all the way revealing her yellow panty. I could see the bulge of his underwear expanding from where I was standing. He slowly helped her leg back and then he held her right leg and lifted it. The skirt was of a thin material and it raised up all the way displaying Neha's ass to him clearly.

Neha then turned around. She knew that damage was done, he had seen her panties. She looked at his underwear; it resembled the creature that we had seen in the movie tremors. Neha was mesmerized and she somehow couldn't take her eyes off his underwear.

He knew where she was looking at. I was spellbound. "Now I wanted to see to what extend Neha could control herself your stomach," said Uncle Shrek, he was now staring at her stomach. Neha came back to her senses. "What?" she asked.

"After doing so many workouts, does it become hard or is it still soft." Neha again blushed, she did not want to comment on herself. "Its ok-ok, "she replied.

"What does that mean?" cunning Shrek asked her.

"Well! Not hard at all!"

"Oh common! it must be like a rock now," teased Uncle Shrek.

"No No, it's not." Neha was lying on the mat now on her back. Uncle was sitting in his world class near naked underwear. Oh common, I should at least get to know what it feels after I do so many asanas. Neha was laughing at this.

"One time please" begged Uncle beggar .

"ok"! replied Neha. Uncle was on cloud number 999.

"Breathe normally now. Let me feel it."

Neha closed her eyes and started breathing slowly. Uncle touched her stomach over her shirt. "It's very hard" uncle said.

"That's because you are feeling my shirt. Lift it and then you will know."

Uncle was getting what he wanted. He carefully lifted her shirt. But to his dismay, he could only see the skirt as it was tied high up. He pressed his hands on her stomach on top of her skirt and said hard it is.

Neha was expecting this. She was not going to give up . Wait she replied. She quickly released the hook of her skirt. There was a zip near it and she pulled it now and then dragged her skirt down. The skirt was very loose now the wind now lifted the other end of the skirt all the way up revealing her panty to Uncle.

"Ok let me solve this "saying this pulled down her skirt entirely from her legs. Neha was stunned. Uncle then placed the skirt near his dhoti that she had earlier removed tit for tat. Neha was lying in her panty now. I could feel my pulse quicken as Uncle then undid the buttons of her shirt.

Neha was not even trying to stop him. She was enjoying it. He knew he had her in his control now. He slowly undid all the buttons of her shirt and spread it apart. She had the most beautiful pair of breasts covered by a maroon bra.

He then slowly lifted her and removed her shirt completely out of her body. I was watching all this in disbelief. He slowly caressed his hand on her soft navel. She had her eyes closed. He was slowly running his hands around her belly button.

It must have been giving her goosebumps. He then slowly started running his hand towards her breasts. His other hand was now caressing her inner thighs. She was totally under that fat man's spell. Neha was twisting and turning her body as each touch of his tickled her.

He whispered something in her ears and Neha blushed. He then slowly bend his head and kissed her navel. Neha jumped out of pleasure. I could see that he wanted to strip her naked on the terrace. His hands were slowly on top of her panties and trying to pull it down.

Suddenly the alarm clock in her bed rang as it was usual 6 o clock for her to wake up. Neha jumped up. She immediately put her clothes back on. There was noticeable disgust on the old man's face. She ran to switch off the alarm before it woke me up.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

I ran to my bedroom before she came in. Uncle Shrek went down the stairs. He might as well shoot his ton load of cum in the bathroom and not inside Neha. I acted as if I was sleeping when Neha came to check on me. I could sense she had gone to the bathroom.

I suddenly realized that I was dripping wet in my panties. All the time I was watching them, I was feeling what Neha would have felt. I touched my panties and it was like Cherrapunji. I woke up, cleaned myself and went to Neha. She was in a trance.

It was like she was fighting in her head whether to tell me or not. There was a pause and she said Good morning. So she decided to hide it from me. I mean how can she tell this to me. She made out with an old ugly fat pot bellied man who nearly stripped her naked.

She made coffee and breakfast for me as an act of penance for hiding such a thing from me. I did not want to probe into it also. I did not want to stop her from doing this again with him. I liked the feeling of just watching. It made me happy as of now at least.

I waited for Saturday to end fast. I wanted it to be morning again. I kept the cell vibrator on so that I can wake up at 5am. I was too excited to even sleep. It was 1 am when my adrenaline stopped pumping. Wondering if Neha could sleep at all!

At 5am my phone woke me up but I did not wake up until I was sure Neha would have gone out. I heard a sound soon after as it must be Neha checking on me. Oscar award for me this time for Best Actress in a Mute movie. I heard the door close and I knew Neha was out on the terrace.

I slowly woke up and went near my usual hiding place. I could see Neha was there first. He was playing with her. She was in her night pants and top. I could feel some movement as our Hero came up through the stairs. He was topless as usual and he wore his dhoti.

He came near Neha and he had his mat in his hand. He spread it on the floor. He then went close to her. My heart beat was around 150 bpm let alone Neha's. He slowly pulled her close to him and his bare belly pressing on to hers. He made her sit on the mat.

Then he placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her backwards. She was now on her back lying on the mat. He placed his hands on her eyes. She closed hers. He then started lifting her top over her head. She co-operated and it came out in a second.

He then pulled down her night pants and it was out of her body in no time. She was breathing heavily. He went down and kissed her navel. It was a long wet kiss as his tongue found every inch of her navel. She was wriggling in his arms.

Her hands were running over his hair. He then pulled her panty down. She helped him bring it out of her legs. Her beautiful pussy lips were wet. Uncle Shrek moved his lips further down and licked her pussy lips. She jerked out in pleasure. He then spread her legs and put his head between her legs.

He then started vigorously licking her pussy. His tongue was deep down her pussy and she was moaning uncontrollably. Her whole body shook with each lick of his. Just when she was to get her first orgasm, he stopped. She was in a state of limbo.

He then removed his dhoti from where I could see I saw his huge ass as he removed it. He was not wearing his world class underwear this time. Neha could see his penis. I think he wanted her to suck it. Neha was totally under his spell. She lifted her head and took his organ in her hand.

It was huge. She started licking on the sides as it was not possible for her to swallow it. The old man was not satisfied. He wanted it inside her throat. He pushed it towards her mouth. She slowly inserted the tip of his dick head into her mouth.

It was big slowly she started sucking it. Uncle Shrek seemed to be enjoying it. I was watching the whole thing and I could feel the same wetness in me.

I could see that Neha had finally managed to swallow half of his dick in her mouth. He then slowly unhooked her bra and threw it away. His tongue was now licking only the tip of her nipple. Neha was dying in pleasure. He then shifted to the other nipple.

Then he inserted one of her breasts in his mouth and started sucking it. Neha loved it. He continued for 5 minutes till every inch of her breast was covered with his saliva. He then moved and I got to see his enormous tool. He was going to insert it inside her now.

He spread her legs wide. He then gently inserted his tool in her. A moan escaped Neha as she felt flesh inside her. She hugged him tightly with her breasts pressing on his face. Within seconds he was inside her and rocking her.

Neha lost all her control as she was taken to the world of unexplainable pleasure. He started pumping faster drilling deep inside her. I increased my fingering in rhythm to his jacking. Neha jerked confirming the first wave of orgasm hitting her.

Uncle did not stop he rocked her harder as Neha's grip on Uncle loosened as she hit the second orgasm .I was on the verge of orgasm and clutched the handle of the window hard as I felt orgasm hitting me. It made me weak. Tears rolled out of Neha's eyes as she slumped on the floor.

Uncle took out his dick and sprayed his seamen on her navel. Uncle then lay still next to Neha for some time. Even I needed some time to get back my energy. After sometime, Uncle stroked Neha's hair and kissed her all over her face.

He then slowly sucked her lips. Neha responded by kissing back. It was around 6 am now. The entire place was becoming brighter now. I saw Neha's naked body and Uncle Shrek's dick in full daylight. She somehow managed to get up as she knew I could wake up anytime now.

She got dressed uncle Shrek left. I ran to my bedroom. Neha came to check on me. Finding me asleep she went and slept again. We both slept till 10 am. We both were tired. I suddenly had the greatest respect towards Uncle Shrek for his mastermind.

Later that morning, Uncle Shrek visited us. He had made some sweet and he wanted us to taste it. Neha tried her best to act as if nothing had happened. I acted as if I saw nothing. The sweet was terrible. I realized it was his excuse to come upstairs.

Neha asked him to sit inside. He was eyeing me now. He had his luck with Neha but now it's my turn. He was topless as usual. I tried to be polite to him and answered all his questions about my work and personal life. I told him that I had a sister and she might be visiting me for holi for 2 days.

He was eyeing me from top to bottom all the while till he left. We had a function to attend in the evening as one of our colleagues was getting married. We decided to wear saree. Neha somehow tied her saree and now it's my turn.

There was only one safety pin in the house and Neha had used it for her saree. I was now in my petticoat and blouse. I told her to get one for me from the nearby store. She went away. I admired myself in the full length mirror.

I was 5 feet 6 inches tall and had a great figure. I looked at my breasts and they were perfect. My stomach was in shape and I admired my cute belly button. I heard the knock on the door. Come in, I said. I have not locked the door.

There was no sound of Neha for some time and I turned back to check for her. To my horror I found Uncle Shrek standing behind staring at my body. It was not Neha. I tried to cover myself with my hands. Oh don't worry, said Uncle Shrek.

"I just came to get the plate which I gave sweets in the morning."

I pointed him to the kitchen. He was enjoying my navel. He did not move for some time. I have never shown myself to another man like this. Just then Neha came in. She was laughing at my situation.

Uncle Shrek explained that he came to get the plate and scared me instead. Neha then went inside to get the plate and gave it to him. I still did not remove my hands from across my body. Neha told me that there was no safety pin.

Hearing this Uncle Shrek said that he has one in his bedroom and if I am willing to search and find it I can take it. Neha told me that I should go ahead and search as she will start with her makeup. I couldn't go to the wedding without the safety pin holding my saree.

It would be cumbersome. I slowly followed him to his house to his bedroom in my blouse and petticoat and saree in my hand. He asked me to come inside and he closed the door. I was suddenly scared. He said he did not want anyone to come inside uninvited.

I slowly followed him inside the bedroom and there was a huge double coat bed in the centre and there was a draw under the bed which opens sideways. He told me that his wife generally puts it in there. I was standing in front of him with my stomach fully exposed.

His eye was feasting on my navel. He stood in front of me as I bend to open the draw. I tried my best not to panic. I tried to search for the pin in a stack of clothes. To my horror the draw opened and it was filled with his wife's bra and panties.

I pushed them here and there. He told me to take it out and keep it on the bed. I did as I was told. He then came behind me and stood and I was sure he was checking out my ass. Towards the end of the draw I found a small safety pin.

He was suddenly standing very close to me. I managed to move so that I could not touch him.

"Do you know how to wear a saree?" I asked Mr Shrek.

I told him that I was still learning.

"do you want me to help you?" He asked very politely and I shook my head..

"I help my wife to wear it when she goes out." I was confused. I did not know how to escape from there.

"Don't be shy, he said. I will help you. "I froze. He picked the saree from the bed. I again told him that it was ok and I need to leave. He stood right in front of the door blocking me.

Relax he said turnaround he commanded. I did so involuntarily. He stood behind me and smelled my hair. I did not have the courage to even breathe. He unfolded the saree. Catching one edge in his hand he came in front of me.

My eyes slowly looked towards in his male hardness. I felt his breath so close to me. I closed my eyes." You tie this petticoat so high", he exclaimed." You are a young girl you must be fashionable. "

Saying this he undid my petticoat's thread and I screamed "ssshhh" said uncle Shrek. "Shut up!"

"I will teach you to be trendy."

He slowly lowered by petticoat. If he let go of the petticoat, I would be standing in front of him in my panty. I prayed to God to prevent such a thing from happening. He did not seem to stop lowering.

He bent down, his face facing my hips. His lips were so close to my navel. He then again started lowering my petticoat. He stopped lowering when my panty line came into view.

"You are such an old college," he replied. I did not know what he was talking about. "You are wearing your undergarment so high."

What!, he now wanted to lower my panties also saying this he inserted his hand around my hip and slowly pulled down my panties.

"Let me do this properly,'' he said. Saying so he let go of the petticoat and it fell down on the floor around my leg. I was in my panties.

His fingers were trying to get a grip of the panty so that he could pull it down further. I was going to faint. He let me standing there and came around me. Let me adjust your back side he said. He inserted a finger from behind inside my panty and pulled it a bit more down.

My ass crack would have been seen by him. My voice cracked as I told him that's enough. But he was in no mood to stop. He came in front of me and he was able to see faint hair growth above my panties. I stood paralyzed. He again went behind me and smacked my ass.

He was playing with me and this panty is too tight for you, he said that it was leaving an elastic mark around your hips. He was right. I looked to see that there was deep mark running all around my hips. You should not wear this. This will hurt your delicate skin.

He ran his fingers over the mark as he made a circle around me. Hmmm. I managed to say. So you are not wearing this. Before I could think he pulled it down and the panty slid past my leg falling due to gravity all the way down to where my petticoat lay.

He stood admiring my ass and he slowly pressed it. I let out a moan. His middle finger found its way to my vagina and slowly rubbed it. I shuddered as his finger touched the pussy lip. He slowly bends down and lifted my petticoat and tied it loosely around my belly.

"Go up and get yourself another panty." He pushed me lightly and I snapped back to my senses. He picked my panty lying on the floor and smelled it in front of me. I hurriedly ran upstairs and tried to find myself another panty.

Neha looked at me and asked me about the safety pin.

"What safety pin? I asked. She gave me a weird look. I told her to bring me the saree as I kept it there along with the safety pin. I took another panty, quickly wore it.

There was a male sound at the door and realized that Uncle Shrek has come up again with my saree in his hands. He and Neha came to my bedroom. My petticoat was loosely tied around my waist. Let's teach this poor girl how to wear saree.

Neha was excited as she now had help. Uncle Shrek came to me. He held the saree and inserted it deep within the petticoat and he made curls and wrapped it around me. I was looking sexy by the time he finished. He really knew how to do it.

I was not able to concentrate in the wedding. I was sure I had made a mistake of accepting his advances. Now I am in deep trouble. He knew that he had us both in his grip and he will surely try to use us at his will. It was late at night when we reached home.

Uncle shrek was waiting for us. He followed us to our room upstairs. Neha just fell on the sofa and I sat on the chair. Uncle shrek offered to make tea for us. I did not protest. I was thinking what plans he had for us tonight. He totally ignored me and was only talking to Neha.

He slowly stood behind her and started massaging her shoulder. He was slowly putting her to sleep. He took Neha to her bedroom and closed the door. He then went to the kitchen where he had prepared tea for me. I went to the kitchen to check on him.

He gave me a glass of tea and I sipped it. He asked me to come to the terrace as it was nice there. I followed him. The mat that he and Neha had sex with in the morning still lay there. I betrayed no emotion. He suddenly came near me. He pushed my pallu aside.

He removed my tuck and undbangd my saree. I was in my petticoat. He pulled the knot of the petticoat and it lay on the ground. The hooks of my blouse came apart with the same speed. There was a sense of urgency in me suddenly.

I pressed my lips onto his and started sucking his. I pulled his dhoti and he was stark naked. I pressed in organ. He released me from my panties and bra. I was hungry, hungry for sex. I took his organ in my mouth sucked it dry. His hands were exploring my boobs.

I hugged on to him like a bubblegum on a hair. I pushed him on the mat and climbed on top of him. He was smiling. I brought my vagina near his mouth and he immediately started sucking it. I turned around and started sucking his dick 3 minutes of hard sucking brought him to his knees.

He shot series of cum inside my mouth. I drank it. He stays still and I brought his finger near my pussy. He quickly started fingering me. He picked up momentum soon and I begged him to increase the speed within minutes I got my first electric current sweep through my body.

I fell on him and he then spread my legs and pushed his ready penis inside me. It was huge now. He pushed in deeper and I gripped him. He thrust with such high force that at the end of it, liquids started flowing out of vagina.

My hips hurt as my vagina walls contracted. I asked him to stop. I lay still next to him. He was playing with my boobs. He slept next to me till 2 am. He woke me up and I went to my bed and put on some clothes and slept.

That's how the most unlikeliest predator wore down its prey and won the battle of wits. I had to hand it out that we were caught completely with our pants down(literally) and honored his perseverance with more sex. That's totally another story I'll discuss later.

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[Blue Bull]

The Seduction of My Wife

(He sets up his wife for a friend.)

By: The_Dolphin

Jessie, my 28 year old wife, enters our bedroom from the en suite, wearing only a skimpy pair of panties. She has just finished her shower. Her full, firm breasts jiggle and sway as she dries her long, black hair with a towel. She sits down in front of the dressing table and starts to brush her hair. I look at her image in the mirror. I have never been able to resist the sight of those perfect tits! Like a moth drawn to a flame, I sneak up behind her. I lean over, kissing her lightly in the nape of the neck while cupping her breasts in my hands.

"Down, Boy!" she says as she pushes me away. "No time for hanky panky! You'd better get dressed. Jason will be here any minute."

Jason is a good friend of ours. He is a medical doctor by profession. His wife, Melanie, is visiting her mother for the weekend. Jason had to stay because he is on standby. We invited him over for supper.

"Well, he'll just have to wait!" I reply. "I can never allow such a great opportunity to pass me by!" With that I give her nipple a gentle tweak. As always, it responds immediately.

"No chance, Loverboy! Feel free to try me again later. But for now we'd better get dressed." she says firmly. She starts to put on her bra.

"Is that really necessary?" I ask, pointing at the bra.

"You want me to prance around in front of Jason without a bra..?" she asks with a quizzical look on her face.

"Hey, it's only Jason! He's a doctor, remember? I'm sure he has seen more boobs than any man I know, the lucky dog! He probably won't even notice. And if he does, I certainly don't mind him seeing what he can't have." I reply. "It's not like I'm asking you to seduce him or anything..."

"Are you saying that it's OK for me to flirt with him?" she enquires.

"Sure! Flirt all you want! As long as it doesn't go beyond that. I would like to see his reaction. Come on! Be a tiger! Tease him a little!" I encourage her.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this!" she says and drops the bra on the dressing table. She puts on her blouse and looks at herself in the mirror. "No ways! This blouse is totally see-through! I don't think this is such a good idea."

"It's only because you know you're not wearing a bra. It's all in the mind!" I reply, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her huge dark nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric.

"Well, OK then, but remember I'm only doing this because you insist." she replies. She puts on her short, sexy black mini skirt.

Then the doorbell rings. "Shit! That must be Jason. Please go and invite him in while I finish up here." she orders.

I undo the top button of her blouse, kiss her on the cheek and then go downstairs wondering whether she'll have the nerve to come down without the bra. I open the front door, invite Jason in and pour drinks. We sit down in the lounge and start chatting away.

Then Jessie comes down the stairs, pretty as a picture. Her firm breasts bouncing with every step she takes. One has to be blind not to notice the fact that she is not wearing a bra. Those huge dark nipples are clearly visible! She left the top button of her blouse undone. Her long legs look divine as they protrude from under the short skirt.

I look at Jason. He looks like he has just swallowed a whole potato! He obviously likes what he sees!

"Hi, Jason. Feeling lonely with Melanie so far away?" She leans over the coffee table to pick up her drink, giving Jason a good eyeful of cleavage in the process. He just stares at those two firm orbs straining against the buttons of her blouse. She sits down beside me on the couch. We start chatting and I get up every now and again to get more drinks, while Jessie serves some snacks. I notice that every time she offers Jason something to eat, she leans forward somewhat more than is necessary. Jason is loving the attention and now stares unabashed at her chest.

Jessie curls up next to me on the couch, while Jason and I talk golf. She doesn't take part in the conversation, but I do notice that she crosses her legs very seductively every now and again. Jason, who is sitting directly across the room from us, has a hard time looking me in the eye while he talks to me.

The Jessie announced that dinner is ready and we sit down to enjoy the meal. After dinner, we move back to the lounge and have a few more drinks while we chat.

I am very curious to see how far Jess will go with her little game and decide to create an opportunity. I excuse myself, claiming that I'm tired and have to get up early in the morning. I ask Jessie to keep Jason company for the rest of the night. She gives me a slightly puzzled look, but does not object. I say my goodnights and head up the stairs to the bedroom. There I undress and put on a pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt – my regular sleeping gear. I switch of all the lights on the second floor and lie down on the bed for a while.

Eventually, curiosity gets the better of me and I sneak to the top of the staircase. There, from behind the potted palm tree I have a perfect view of the activities in the lounge.

Jason returns from the bar with two drinks. He offers one to Jess and sits down on the couch next to her. She kicks off her shoes and pulls her legs up onto the couch. They chat and chuckle and I can see that both are getting very affected by the liquor. Jason would lean over and whisper something in her ear. She, in turn, would giggle and slap him on the thigh.

Eventually Jason has his arm around her on the back of the couch, slightly stroking the back of her shoulder. He leans over and whispers something in her ear again. I cannot hear what he says, but she replies with "Ooh, you naughty boy!" and crosses her arms over her boobs. It can only have something to do with the fact that she's not wearing a bra. He pulls the side of her blouse away to expose her bare shoulder. He gets a triumphant smirk on his face when he sees no bra strap. Is the man blind?! I can see her nipples through her blouse from where I am standing!

Self-conscious, Jessie pulls her blouse back over her shoulder. He leaves his arm around her, his hand dangling dangerously close to her breast. Then he strokes her neck ever so lightly as he chats her up. His sneaks another peek down her cleavage and notices her gold pendant hanging in the valley of those perfect breasts. He plays with the pendant and lets his fingers 'accidentally' brush the tops of her breasts. She either does not notice or doesn't mind. They chat some more and his fingers moves from the pendant to the top button of her blouse. He fiddles with it. She suddenly realizes that he is trying to undo the button. She slaps him playfully on the hand with a "Naughty boy!" and tries to remove his hand. He won't let go and they start wrestling playfully. He whispers something in her ear.

"OK, if you insist. But only ONE!" I hear her say, while waving her index finger under his nose. She then leans back on the couch and allow him to undo the top button of her blouse. He immediately proceeds with the next button. She grabs his hand. "I said only ONE!" she says sternly. She tries to remove his hand, but he won't let go. In the ensuing struggle a few more buttons become undone and by the time she manages to get his hand away, her blouse is unbuttoned to just above her navel!

"Please fetch me another drink. After all this I really need one!" she says. He gets up to get two more drinks and she covers her breast with the blouse, not bothering to do up the buttons. She gets up and heads up the staircase. I make a quick bee-line for the bed. She walks up to the bed and satisfied that I'm fast asleep, she walks into the bathroom. Soon I hear the sound of a strong stream of piss hitting the water of the loo. Then she flushes and heads back to the lounge. I rush back to my position behind the palm.

She sits down next to him and he hands her her drink. He puts his arm around her and his hand casually slips into her blouse and he cups her bare breast. She is taken by surprise and puts her drink down. She then tries to pry his hand from her breast, but he won't let go. She gets up in an effort to get away, but he pulls her towards him. She loses her balance and falls on top of him, straddling him. She remains in that position, holding together her blouse in an effort to cover up her boobs. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist. What on earth...? Can it be..? She's not wearing any panties! I can clearly see her naked bottom!

He puts his arms around her and places his hands on her naked behind. He whispers something in her ear again. She stiffens and says: "Of course I am!"

"You're not wearing any!" he replied.

"I am!" she says.

"Well, prove it then!" he dares her.

I'm a bit puzzled at what it is all about, but then she gets up and lifts her skirt. She makes a quick twirl in front of him. She's wearing a thong!

"Well, whaddaya know!!! Let's have another peek at that!" he shrieked.

"Dream on, mate!" she says and pulls away from him. He puts his hands under her skirt and tries to pull down her thong. She hangs on for dear life, but with both hands holding his, she can do nothing about her breasts popping out from under her unbuttoned blouse. Jason looks up and sees the two perfect orbs dangling in front of his face. He can't believe his luck! Without further ado his mouth closes around her right nipple. I can hear the sharp intake of her breath. For a few moments she lets him have her way with her boob. He undoes the rest of her buttons and still she does not object. He pushes the blouse back over her shoulders and she lets it slip to the floor.

God! Is she really going to let him screw her?! I can't believe what I'm seeing! The strangest thing is the fact that I'm actually getting turned on by all this! I've developed a massive hard-on while watching another guy suck my wife's tits! I free my hard cock from the constraints of the boxer shorts and start to stroke it slowly, while watching the proceedings below.

He slides his hand under her skirt again and cups her plump pussy through the thin, almost non-existent fabric of the thong. This seems to knock some sense into her. With a firm "NO!" she pushes him away and bends down to pick up her blouse.

But touching her pussy has obviously awakened the animal in him! He grabs her around the waist and in the ensuing struggle, she stumbles and falls on the carpet. He falls on top her, lying with his legs between hers. He pins her arms above her head with his hands and lowers his mouth over her left tit.

"Please... Don't...!" she pleads.

But her pleas fall on deaf ears. He sucks on her nipples, not letting go of her arms.

This is beginning to get out of hand! I am going to beat the shit out of this son-of-a-bitch if he forces her to do anything against her will!

Then he lifts his head. Pinning her arms down with one hand, he uses his other hand to undo his pants. He pushes his pants and his underpants down and lies down on top of her. His hips start a rocking motion as he humps her pussy through the thong. He continues to dry fuck her, while sucking her tits.

"Stop it! Please! I'm going to scream!", she threatens.

"Be my guest!", he challenges her. "You're bluffing and you know it!"

Then his hand disappears between her legs. He is trying to pull the thong away from her pussy, while she squirms underneath him. It seems as if he succeeded in his objective, because he now takes hold of his hard cock and is trying to guide it into her pussy.

Ok! Enough! Now I'm going to kick some ass! As I prepare to intervene, she grabs hold of his cock in and effort to keep him from penetrating her.

"Please don't put it in me! I'll give you a hand job. Let's not do anything that we'll both regret tomorrow!" she pleads. At that she starts to stroke his dick.

This seems to calm him down. He gets up and sits down on the couch, his massive dick towering into the air. He pulls her to her feet and puts his hands on her waist. He unzips her skirt and lets it drop to the floor. She does not object and steps out of it. Then he puts his fingers under the waist band of her thong in an effort to take it off.

"Please... I would like to keep it on." she says. He leaves it at that and takes off his shirt. He pulls her down next to him. She kneels on the couch next to him and her fingers fold around his massive shaft. She strokes him for a while while he lies back, grinning like a Cheshire cat! She fondles his huge balls with her other hand. I can see that she'll be OK. She's in control.

Then he pulls her head down in an effort to persuade her to give him a blowjob. She pulls her head away. Her tits are hanging like two giant water drops in front of him. He reaches out and gently tugs on her nipples while she wanks him. I know that that must turn her on. It drives her nuts when I do that to her!

I feel that tingling in the front of my shorts again. My hard-on has returned! I start to stroke it again.

He reaches around her to try and get to her pussy. She moves her butt slightly sideways to give him better access. He strokes her pussy through her thong while she feverishly pumps his dick. He slips his finger under her thong and I can see it disappear into her sopping wet hole. He finger fucks her and I can see by her open mouth and rocking hips that she's loving it!

Then he pushes her off him. He gets up and pulls her to her feet. He places his fingers inside the waist band of her thong and pushes it down over her hips. This time she does not object. She steps out of it and he pulls her down next to him on the carpet. He rolls her onto her back and get on top of her in the 69 position – his head over her naked crotch and his huge pole dangling over her face. He parts her legs and starts to eat her pussy. She raises her knees and I know she is enjoying it. Her eyes are closed and her head rolls from side to side as he sticks his tongue all the way up her cunt. His dick pokes her in the face and she opens her eyes. She sees this massive cock hovering over her face and instinctively closes her mouth around its head. He gasps and then proceeds to fuck her mouth with long, slow strokes while returning his attentions to her pussy.

Her hands fold around his naked buttocks and her hips begin to buck, I realize that she's about to come. Then she explodes into a mighty orgasm, her body shuddering uncontrollably. He rolls off her and give her time to recover, holding her in his arms.

Then he gets on top of her, his legs between hers. He leans forward and starts to push.

"No! Wait! Don't put it in me! I'll rather blow you!", she pleads.

But Jason has other ideas. He is humping at her wet pussy, trying to penetrate her, while she is squirming like mad in an effort to prevent him from doing so.

"Please stop! We can't do this! What about Greg..? I could never do this to him..."

But Jason is on a mission! He raises her knees and pushes forward. The head of his dick finds her slick slit and lodges against the opening of her vagina. He lunges forward with his hips and his massive shaft glides all the way into the soft wet folds of her cunt. He lies on top of her with his cock buried to the hilt in her cunt. She stops struggling. All her resistance disappears like mist before the sun. She raises her knees and folds her legs around his waist, putting her arms around his back. Her lips search for his and she kisses him passionately.

Then he starts to fuck her. I can see his huge dick disappear all the way into her sopping wet cunt, only to reappear almost immediately, wet and glistening in the soft light of the lounge! Her hips begin to rock in time with his, her nails biting into the flesh of his back. He fucks her passionately, while her hips eagerly meet his every thrust. Then he rolls off her. She gives him a puzzled, almost disappointed look.

He rolls her over and makes her stand on hands and knees. He positions himself behind her and effortlessly slides his huge dick into her slick love channel. She throws her head back, her mouth open. She is totally engulfed in the pleasure of the moment. He leans forward and his one hand disappears between her legs, stroking her clit, while the other fondles her swaying tits. He fucks her hard from behind, his balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. I can see that she is on the verge of another orgasm. She begins to buck again and with a load groan she collapses on the carpet, her body shuddering in the throes of her second orgasm!

She lies in a heap on the floor while he gets up and flops himself down on the couch. She looks at him, not saying a word.

Then she gets up and walks towards him. She straddles him and lowers herself onto his lap as she guides his hard cock into her sopping wet cunt. She lets him slide all the way into her cunt until she can feel his balls pressing against her ass. Then she starts to ride him! It is an absolutely awesome site to see that huge cock pistoning in and out of my beautiful wife's cunt. She is in control and is loving every moment of it!

Then it becomes too much for him. He grabs her by the hips and rams his dick all the way up her cunt. His hips begin to jerk rhythmically as he shoots stream after stream of hot, pearly white cum up her cunt, totally emptying his balls inside her.

At this stage I am also beyond the point of no return. I'm going to come! I pump my cock furiously and shoot load after load of hot cum into the potted palm.

I look down at them. She leans forward and lies with her head on his shoulder, his softening dick still buried in her pussy. Then she lifts her ass and lets his soft, wet dick slip out of her. She gets up and they both get dressed in silence. She walks him to the door and kisses him on the cheek. He leaves without a word.

I rush back to bed as she heads for the stairs. She enters the bathroom and takes a shower. Then she gets into bed. She snuggles up behind my back and holds me very tight. She thinks I'm asleep, but I know that neither of us is going to sleep for quite a while! I can't help wondering how we would react the next time we find ourselves in Jason's company...

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[Blue Bull]

My Wife's Fantasy Lover

(Husband fulfills his wife's fantasy.)

By: Tony88888

Chapter 1

My wife Kari and I have always had a good sex life and a good fantasy life. This story may begin easy, but like my wife, it gets nastier the further it goes.

She is the attractive, but normal and unassuming everyday woman in the office, at least on the outside. But underneath, she's a sexy woman that has always wanted to be let out of her cage of 'conservative upbringing'. She just has trouble letting herself go.

I am a Creative Director for an ad agency and Kari works in a studio across town. We both need our lives to be creative in all aspects, and especially enjoy creativity in the bedroom.

Our trust has allowed us to openly share our wildest fantasies with each other, some of which involved people outside our marriage, but we made a decision early on, not to cross that boundary.

We chose to develop a wild and vivid fantasy life instead, being free to have fun within our marriage. We came up with what we call 'The Fantasy Night Rules'. This included imagining fantasy lovers in bed and having 'special fantasy nights'. This we could do without crossing the boundary of the actual reality of having other sexual partners.

Kari is the one that put the limit on our fantasies. "Fantasies are fantasies and reality is reality, and to keep a healthy marriage we should keep the two separate."

Our fantasy rules are, or maybe I should say were: She has to do what ever I tell her to, within the limitations of the rules. She can do what ever she wants within the limitations of the rules and I can not stop her. No actual oral sex or making love with another person. (kissing and feeling is allowed when ever she wants it) She must leave with me.

She loves it when I make her do sexy things and dress sexy on those special nights, especially when we are out of town and no one knows us. We found that, that excites us the most.

I shared with her how'I'd like to see another man make love to her and how much it would turn me on if she really enjoyed it'.

She told me how, 'she would like to be tied up and forced to have sex with several men at once and how she would want them to treat her like a slut'.

She said. "Oh, I think deep down inside most red blooded girls has had that fantasy at one time or another! Being controlled and made to do it, that relieves us of 'the guilt so we can enjoy it'." She smiled innocently.

She and I loved hearing each other's fantasies. A couple of times we acted as though we were going to make the others fantasy actually come true.

Once she called me after work and left me a message on my answering service that she was out having drinks an old boyfriend of hers, and might be home late. She had told me about him. 'A great lover, though not much more'.

She giggled on the phone and told me she didn't think I'd mind and promised to give me all the lusty details, which she did the next morning. Telling me a very detailed but fabricated story.

For days she made live with the reality, that she had actually had sex with him, before confessing that she had only told me the tale to turn me on.

"I think you would have actually let me do it!" She said, a bit shocked that I didn't get mad about it.

I once had an out of town client that was getting married, and I really had to attend. I told Kari, as though it was deadly true, that 'the boys' had hired a girl to serve drinks to them at the hotel room, before they all went 'out on the town'. Something had happened and the girl couldn't make it, and they could not find anyone to replace her. Kari once worked in a restaurant serving and I knew she could do it.

None of them had ever met her, and so I told her that I could bring her along to serve the guys at the party, but we couldn't let anyone know that she was my wife. I could just tell them that a friend recommended her from one of the bars in town, and that she needed the work.

"You might not want to do it." I said. "You'd have to dress pretty sexy. You know the guys would be getting drunk and will probably be talking nasty to you."

She sat there looking down at her drink as I told her.

"The more I think about it." I said. "They'd all probably be groping, trying to feel your ass and breast, but that is all part of a bachelor party. It could be fun." I said. "But then I don't know. I would just hope they wouldn't get carried away. You know the way bachelor parties can get.

"What if… they…you know…what if they wanted more?" She asked showing some interest. "How would I handle that?"

"That would have to be up to you!" I told her. "There is no way I could, all of the sudden say, 'Hey! That's my wife'. I could never tell them that! They'd kill me. So, you would have to handle it alone, your way I guess." I said.

Three drinks and she was nervous as a cat, but ready to pack her bags.

She tried to hide her disappointment when she found out the next day that she was only going as my wife and that my story was only a fantasy tease. But what I found out was that she was willing to take a chance on it, not knowing the guys or what could have happened.

At the wedding, I did see her get excited when she saw the good looking guys that had gone to the party.

I teased her for days making her suck my cock and telling her how I wold have like to see all of them have their way with her. I made her confess to me what she would have like for them to do to her. We talked about the possibilities and were both turned on for days!

She always confided in me, telling me what a slut she really wanted to be when she was single and dated.

"All the other girls were out in the backseats of cars and I was at the movies never letting guys touch me. I was too scared." She said

Sometimes when we would make love, she would close her eyes and imagine that she was fucking, not me but someone else. We call it our 'Fantasy Lover Night'. Sorry for the names but it was fun for us.

She would close her eyes and tell me who she wanted to fuck her. Then as I made love to her she would be imagining that it was him, not me sliding his cock into her. Sometimes it was a co-worker, a friend or simply some nice looking guy she had seen.

I'd promote it, telling her that I wanted her fuck him. It was a very simple fantasy, but yielded some very sexy nights.

I'd make her tell me how much she wanted to fuck one of her fantasy lovers and tell me who he was. I would talk trashy to her, telling her what a slut she was for wanting other cocks. She would get wild as she fucked the cock of her fantasy lover in her mind.

While I was sliding my cock in and out of her, she and I were both imagining that my cock was his. Often she seemed to talk nastier to them than to me.

Over a period of time I realized that one fantasy lover turned her on more and she brought his name up more than any other, my friend Hunter.

2

Hunter and I had been the best of friends for years. I had gone into art and he had gone into pharmacy.

We had played ball together, roomed together and had more than a few wild times. Two crazy, single guys, always looking for a couple of sexy women.

Even before she had told me that she fantasized about him, I knew that Hunter turned Kari on. It was easy to tell by the 'just lingering' touches on his arm or the way she would giggle and flip her hair when he was around.

And her pussy got immediately and especially wet, those times it was Hunter that she told me she was imagining that was fucking her.

I didn't mind. It actually turned me on. I told her that I liked it that he turned her on.

"Geeez, he's my best friend. I trust you two." I said, wanting her to feel the freedom to flirt with him when I was around.

Once I blindfolded her and tied her to the bed, she loved it. I toyed with her, teasing her, talking to her about Hunter, knowing that would bring …a warm responds. I told her that I had shared with him all about how sexy and nasty she was in bed and about what an erotic pussy she had. "Sexy pussies are his downfall, especially if they are shaved." I told her.

Then I told her that I had a surprise for her. I told her that tonight I had invited Hunter over and I was going to let him fuck her while she lay there tied to the bed.

I went out of the room and came back in not speaking, but teased her unmercifully and fucked her as if I was a silent Hunter.

She talked nastier to him than ever before. This was the most turned on that I had seen her. There was no doubt that there was a special fire in her for him.

Time went on and we played other sexy games, but I always remembered how damned turned on she had gotten that night with Hunter in her mind, fucking her.

Hunter was a nice looking, broad shouldered kinda of guy and great fun, though he is not quiet as outward as I am. He's the type that would never want to offend anyone or harm a relationship, so when he warms up to Kari it's always when he thinks I'm not in the room.

His wife, unlike mine, became very conservative after they were married, which was not what he wanted at all. He was a true blue husband though and stood by the choices he had made.

Hunter has always joked to Kari that 'if she ever got tired of me that he would be there waiting'.

We got drunk one boys night out and he confessed that he would love to see her nude and especially that pussy that I'd told him about. What he would give to have a woman that erotic in bed and attractive to boot.

"Been too, too long since I've felt the stirrings from a real woman." He stammered. "I feel doomed to a live of none stimulating sex. Hell! My wife doesn't' even like having oral sex anymore, let alone getting kinky with me." He, and his bottle of 1800, confided with me.

After our conversation I decided I'd 'fan the fire'. I began to tell him more about how nasty she was in bed, how she loved to play sexy games. I would tell him how beautiful her breast and nipples were, not to mention her luscious pussy, all the things that I knew stimulated him so badly. I wanted him turned on to Kari.

Then when I'd talk with Kari, I'd always find some subtle ways to let her know that she turned him on. Sometimes she would almost act as though she didn't hear me, but I knew her, and could tell that it always sparked her interest.

I'd already told her things about him, like the fact that he had a huge cock. One of Kari's blue ribbon arousal buttons.

Then I'd enjoy watching them subtly react with each other when the four of us would get together, or he when he would drop by to go golfing. There would be a sexual tension in the air around them.

CHAPTER 3

Then the day came that changed everything.

Hunter phoned wanting to know if he could crash with me for a couple of days, at least until he could find a new place to live. They had decided to mutually 'call it quits'.

I knew that it would be fine with Kari. I felt bad for Hunter but at the same time I had an excitement tingling in my groin about him staying in the same house with us, so I told him to pack up and come on over.

"Ohhh, I think it could be fun." Kari said with a twinkle. "Be nice having two men around the house." She winked and smiled as she went off to the kitchen as though nothing else needed to be said.

The first few nights were not much out of the normal, other than there was a third person watching TV with us at night. We ate out some, and we settled into 'living as three' around the house.

As he became more comfortable, it became apparent that he began to lightly flirt with Kari a bit more, especially if I was not in the same room

Thursday night in bed, I told Kari I'd seen how he was flirting with her and she came to his defense, saying "Oh you know how Hunter is. And besides he's not had any affection from a woman in a long time." She said. "I'm just trying to make him feel at home."

"I know," I said. "I think its fun, sort of exciting, like one of our fantasy games. I like him flirting with you. You can show him what it's like to have a sexy woman in the house. And I want you to enjoy him being here too."

"Won't make you jealous?" She asked. "I mean right in front of you? He is your best friend."

"You know me. It'll probably make me jealous, but it'll turn me on more." I said.

"Hmmm, cool!" She said. "I just didn't know if this made you uncomfortable, him living right here in the house and all. You know?" She said to be sure where I stood.

I assured her that I'd love it.

"It can sort of be like we are a menage in tuio, without the sex." I said. "Our Fantasy Night Game with a new slant."

"Oooooooouuu!" She said excited. "I think my pussy just got wet. I like that. So, you want me to play like we are a threesome just no sex? Is that right?" She asked, tickled at the hopeful return of our mental playtime.

"That's right." I said. "From now on 'Fantasy Rules Apply' for as long as he stays with us, and you have to do what ever I say."

"Ohhhh gaaa! You know how this turns me on." She said. "And I can do what ever I want?"

"Yep?" I said. "What ever you want?"

"Sure?" She said squirming a little.

"K!" I said. The first thing I want you to do is, to gently turn him on. Not by coming on to him, but I want you to just be sexy around the house for him.

"Oouuuu! God I love the way you think!" She said giving me a peck on the cheek and guiding my hand to her wet pussy. "Damn you are a sexy man!"

Friday morning she walked out of the shower wet and looking gorgeous.

The water was running down her flat stomach to her trimmed blonde pubic hair, and her breasts stood out to begging for attention.

I looked down and saw that something looked a little different.

"You trimmed your pussy!" I said.

She'd always kept her pubic hair neatly cut back, but now there was something different.

She walked over to me, and reached down putting her fingers over the patch of hair above her lips. Then she put one foot on the side of the bed and pulled up on the area above the her pussy, stretching the lips and pulling them up where I could see them more. She had shaved, just between her legs around the lower part of her lip area.

Seeing her lips even just a little made her pussy look so much more inviting. I wished she had shaved all around her lips and all her hair for that matter, but I was thankful for what she did. I wanted to go down on her right there and then.

I knew why she had done it. I had told her how Hunter turned to butter at shaved pussy lips. He'd always wanted his wife to shave hers, but she kept a big black bush instead.

"Oh, I just thought it would make me feel sexier." She smiled. You know?" Her attitude sending a twinge through me.

"What do want me to fix the two of you for breakfast honey?" She asked.

"Something sexy." I said.

She smiled. "You got it!"

The last few days she had been dressing as a wife would normally, if they had guest in the house. After my shower I walked into the kitchen. She had on a sexy house robe wrapped at the waist, leaving the top bloused loosely enough that, on occasion, it would open, revealing much of her breast without quiet showing a nipple.

When Hunter came in, he was obviously nervous, noticing it right away. It was one of those scenarios where you could not help trying to look, but trying to keep from getting caught.

I thought the crowning moment came when she leaned over to pour cream into his cereal. One breast was hanging in full view against the fabric trying to escape. He and I both sat in our silent thoughts.

"Hunter, I have a proposal." She said. "Why don't you just stay here as long as you want, so there is no rush to go out and find an apartment." She looked over at me.

"Fine with me." I said, liking the idea.

"You have enough stress on you with the divorce and all. This way you can just relax and find the place you want without rushing into it." She said.

In short order it was settled and we all went off to work with a new attitude.

CHAPTER 4

Saturday morning we got up and had a light breakfast out by the pool, in the fresh morning air. Kari again walking around, her breast jiggling underneath her robe as Hunter and I both praying for it to fall open.

Then Hunter and I hit the gym and Kari went to the spa for a morning facial and pedicure.

After lunch we made it back home. I donned my suit, grabbed some books and headed for the pool. Hunter was already there. When Kari got home she poked her head out, said 'Hi' and went straight into the bedroom and changed.

When she appeared though the sliding glass door I was in shock.

I couldn't believe she had walked out in that suit. She had never been out in public in it, accept for some island natives, and me when we were on vacation.

But she did look great standing there with a Pina Colata in each hand and the tiny suit pulled high up on her hips. The tiny triangle top of thin fabric was clinging to her breasts and showing their shape as though it was wet paper.

Kari walked over and peaked down at us from behind her shades. "Bet you guys are thirsty." She said.

This was a suit she had only worn that once when we were in the islands with no one around. 'Much too bold for most American beaches and banned on some. The reason was apparent when she turned around to lay her towel across the lounge chair.

The back of it was nothing more than a tiny strap that tucked neatly into the crack of her ass, hiding there and completely exposing her rear, as though she were completely nude from the back. The front of the bottom was slim, only covering the essentials. This was not like her at all to let Hunter see her like this, not like this.

It turned me on that she was being this open and making sure to be that sexy around him. But she was doing exactly as I'd told her. I had never seen him quiet this uncomfortable. He was looking at her all he could, but was silent and not wanting us to notice that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

After we'd been there talking and sunning for a few minutes, Kari asked if I would put some oil on her back. Hunter tossed me the suntan oil and I moved over to her chair where she rolled over onto her stomach and untied her top; her fine bare buns waiting for attention.

I squirted the oil up and down her calves and began rubbing it in, then I looked over at Hunter watching me.

"Hunter, I'm sorry! Your are our guest. I should have let you do the honors." I said.

"Oh, that's OK!" He said.

I looked down at her almost bare ass and thought of him rubbing oil into it.

"Naaaaa!" I said. "Come on. I'll take the high road. You can take the low road. "That OK with you Hon?" I asked Kari.

She turned her head toward us and smiled.

"Hmmm, sounds fine with me… but does that mean I'll have to oil you two down when you need it?" She asked.

I thought for a sec. "Yep!" I said. "Whether we need it or not."

"Hmmm. OK." She said nonchalantly laying her head down as though she was going to take nap.

With that, Hunter was out of his chair and on his way over.

I oiled her back down and handed him the bottle. He oiled her calves and we began to rub her good, messaging as we went. I worked my way up her the small of her back, as he worked around her feet and calves, moving up to the back of her thighs.

As he got to the top of her thighs I noticed he lingered. Moving his hand around them, messaging the oil in. I saw her legs slowly spread and her ass slightly arching up, giving him more access between her legs. As his hand moved inside I could see him trying to inch closer and closer to her pussy without being noticed.

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

Soon the side of his hand was grazing her pussy as he rubbed. I knew what this was doing to Kari, so I turned where he couldn't see me. I let my hands run down her sides and under her loosened suit. I cupped each breast in my hands and messaged them.

When I looked back again he was on her buns, pouring more oil on her and rubbing it in, making her ass Jiggle as he went. He looked as though he was needing bread.

I messaged her breasts, as his hands were sneaking feels or her ass. Then I took each of her nipples between my oily fingers and lightly rubbed and pulled them, being sure they got the attention they wanted.

When it was obvious that we finished what had been requested, she grabbed her top and rolled over. Then we started the same process over on the front.

She made sure her breast were covered and I did her stomach and arms while he did the front of her legs up to her bottoms.

When he got to her suit, she grabbed the sides of her bottoms and tugged them up, exposing a thin white strip of skin on each side of the suit.

"Hunter would you be sure to get right inside my tan lines? I don't want to get burned there like I did last time." She said, as though she were asking him to hand her a towel.

The front of her suit was now only inches across, and just covering her, her pubic hair which was now, trying to peak out the sides. By her pulling the fabric up like that, the suit bottom now looked like a thin pouch of bulging, pussy lips. His mouth had to be watering.

His oiled fingers rubbed along her tan lines, just fractions of an inch from her pussy. It was easy to see he was making sure she didn't have any unprotected white area.

I knew what it had to be doing to Hunter. But she played it strictly innocent, not letting on at all that she was doing anything provocative or to turn us on.

When we were finished I asked. "Is that good Honey?"

Never opening her eyes, she quietly muttered. "Ohhh yea, I'm doing very fine." As though she had deeply enjoyed of our hands all over her.

I looked up and Hunter had suddenly taken a quick dive into the pool. As he jumped in, I saw why. He had a raging hard on that he would never have been able to hide, if he had walked back to his chair.

A while later she oiled me down. Hunter had gone into the house to make more frozen drinks. She got on her knees in front of me and rubbed oil all over my thighs and then her hand went up under the loose leg of my suit. She found what she was looking for and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

She looked toward the house to be sure Hunter was gone and pulled my cock out though the bottom of the leg and wrapped her warm mouth around me, licking and sucking.

"You like me teasing Hunter, don't you?" She asked.

I stood there dizzy from it as I watched the door, afraid that at any moment he was going to pop back through and catch us. She licked it and stroked it a few times and took it back into her mouth. Then moaning she looked up at me with a fun smile.

"Now we have to put him up. Don't want to get caught. Do we?" She said looking back toward the door. "If we got caught I might have to do the same for Hunter."

Then she stuffed my hard back into my suit and wrapped her arms around my legs putting the oil on the back of my legs, pressing her face to the crotch of my suit and giving my cock a quick good bye peck.

Then she stood up and did my chest leaning forward and lightly kissing one of my nipples and brushing her cheeks against the other.

Just then Hunter came back through the door, drinks in hand.

"Your turn Hunter." She said, smiling at me and turning to him. "Front and center."

She stood squirting oil into her hands and wiping it across his chest to start.

"God!! I had no idea you were so…so…in such good shape!" She said quickly, realizing that she had just embarrassed herself. She picked up her drink.

"What a yummy drink!" she recklessly stumbled trying to recover, saying it before she had actually taken a sip.

After composing herself, her hands again began caressing all over his chest and shoulders, spreading the oil over him, but it looked more like she was feeling him off, than protecting him from the sun.

Then she kneeled in front of him and worked her way up, inconspicuously letting her hands graze underneath the front of his boxer suit as she oiled his upper thighs. I knew she was hoping she might cop a feel of his equipment as she did. Then she ran her arms and hands around him to get the back of his legs, teasing herself by accidentally brushing her forearm against his cock.

From my chair it looked like she was about to go down on him. We were all silent, as each was experiencing something erotic about the scenario. She loved it. She was really getting into innocently teasing herself and us.

After napping in the shade, Kari asked us 'if we wanted to go out and party a little tonight'. "Let's go dancing!" She said.

She loved to dance and I know Hunter used to dance a lot too.

Hunter said it sounded like fun, but he didn't have a date and would feel like a third wheel.

"Don't be silly!" I said looking over at Kari. "Kari can be both our dates tonight"

"No, I'll be Hunter's date tonight." She said. "He hasn't had a date in a long time and you have me all the time. You can be the third wheel tonight." She said to me with a giggle.

The way she said it stirred a sensation through my cock.

"Great!" I accepted "Hunter, you officially have a date tonight with my wife."

Kari said. "Great, I'll get ready." And went into the house, her fine rear swaying good bye to us as she went in.

I lingered back with Hunter watching. He looked over at me with a mischievous look. "How do you ever let that woman out of your site."

Then he said. "Got a surprise for you TonyO!"

He brought out, from behind his back, a large joint.

Kari and I hadn't smoked grass in years. We never really got into it and especially anything harder. Usually if we did it, it was for the purpose of enhancing a wild sexy night. We did love it during sex though, especially when we wanted it wild and kinky.

We loved that 'other world, dreamy, mental place you go. I particularly loved it when I would smoke and then lick her pussy for what seemed hours. I would seem like nothing else existed, but her sweet pussy and me.

"This is some of the best weed I've ever had." He said. "Got two ounces from a friend of mine a while back. Thought if my wife and I would try it, that our sex lives might brighten up."

He shrugged his shoulders. "She'd never even try it, and hammered me for buying it, so I've been saving it ever since."

"Wanta do a few toaks?" He asked.

'Noooo! Sorry." I said. "I'd love to, but I never did like smoking and being in public. Too paranoid a feeling for me! We used to smoke, but it was always at home alone for sex, not out in a crowd."

"But, I tell you what!" I said. "We can have some when we get back in tonight. That would be fun!"

He handed me a couple of joints. "For your special sex nights!" He said.

CHAPTER 5

I went into the bedroom to dress. I came up behind her and glided my hands under her suit and cupped her breasts, lifting her top over her head. As I took her nipple into my mouth the smell of sun tan lotion and the feel of her slippery skin was magnificent.

I pulled back to look at her. Her puffy nipples looked so sexy. I took one in my mouth again letting the softness of it roll under my tongue. I laid her down on the bed and pulled her bottoms off, spreading her legs. I kissed her on her patch of hair as my fingers parted her lips. Her pussy was so wet.

"Did your pussy enjoy teasing Hunter this afternoon." I asked innocently. "You really like having him around, don't you." I teased.

"Hmmm, what do you think?" She said.

"Well…I'd say, he seems to be very…ahh… stimulating?" I said.

I lowered my face to her, and as she parted her lips for my tounge, I began licking her juices and feeling the electricity go through me. She lay back, enjoying, as I played with her clitoris.

"I can tell you like teasing him and I want you to keep doing it." I said.

"Hmmm! Then what shall I wear tonight?" She asked, her eyes twinkling down at me. "Something seductive and revealing?"

I opened my eyes and looked back up at her. "Yes." I said with a smile. My cock stirring against the bed as I lay there licking her. "K!" She said. "Midnight trashy or summer slut?"

"Summer slut!" I said feeling the air of excitement at her attitude.

She reached down separating her lips for me again. "MMmmmmm! You doooo lick my pussssy…sooooo…ggooo…ood, bu…ut we havvve to get up no…ow."

"Gaaa that feels good." She said gently pushing my head away.

"We have to get up and get ready Tony."

I could tell Kari was excited, by the way she pranced off to her shower, picking her drink up as she went.

"Oh Hon!" She called me into the bath. She looked delicious standing there nude, peaking from behind the shower curtain, with her fresh sun and tan lines.

"'Do Fantasy Rules' apply tonight." She asked.

"Tonight?" "Why?" I asked.

"Well, you know. We've never had a real 'Fantasy Rule Night' when we were around anyone we knew, and you know. Hunter is with us and all." She said.

I thought for a second. This was getting to be fun. "All 'Fantasy Rules' apply! You can do what ever you want, but you have to be a sexy date for him and you have to turn him on.

"Reeealllly?" She asked.

"Isn't Hunter one of the men that you fantasize about making love to?" I asked.

"Well, you should enjoy the night even more." I said.

"I do not want him to think you're coming on to him though. I just want him to feel like he has a sexy date. Do you think you can do that?" I asked. "Or, are you not as erotic a woman as I thought you were."

"Ohhhhh, Ok. Ohhhh I, I think... I can dothat! I just had to have you to tell me that that's what I had to do it." She said with a flair of excitement. "It's been a long time since we've had a 'play night'. I think this could be even more exciting."

"Now, I've got to get ready for my date, so you run along and take your shower like a good boy." She said with a wet kiss, a smile and then gently pushing me toward the door.

I was sitting on the living room sofa having a drink and waiting for the two of them to finish getting ready.

Kari came out of our bedroom and over to me. She looked great.

She was barefoot in a flowing, medium length gauge skirt and a gauge top.

I pulled her over to me and slid my hand up under her skirt and up the back of her legs feeling the curves. My hands moved up behind her thighs to her panties. I kissed her stomach lightly and looked up at her as I tugged them down with both hands. She looked at me questioning as I continued pulling them down past her knees and let them drop to her ankles.

"You don't need these tonight. Won't it make you feel sexier without them?" I asked.

She smiled. "Hmmm! Sure will."

"Why don't you loose the bra too." I suggested.

She stepped out of her panties and reached under her top, skillfully slipping her bra out and tossing it back onto the bedroom. I could faintly see those large pink nipples pressing against the fabric "Better?" I asked.

"Much better." She smiled turning and twirling across the rug letting the wind catch her skirt as it flew up almost revealing her bare ass and pussy. "I feel freeeeee!" She said in fun with a giggle.

Just then, Hunter walked in just missing her twirl.

"Did I miss anything?" He asked

"Naaa." I said. "Just a little of Kari's new dance routine." I said.

Again I caught Hunter trying to look closer without being obvious.

Her breast moving under the fabric as she walked over to him to give him a hug. Her light nipples and her light pubic hair could just be faintly made out underneath, subtly revealing that they were bare underneath. She gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"I'm ready for our first date. Do you need a drink before we go?" She asked him.

"You're going to let this woman be my date tonight?" He asked. "Yea! I think I need a drink." He said teasing and shaking his head in disbelief at how nice she looked.

She was radiant and had never acted this excited about our 'special evenings' and god I loved it. I had always been turned on by the idea of her being erotic and sensuous in front of other men, but her being this way in front of my friend was really turning me on much more.

We chatted finished our drinks and headed for the door.

"Let's go in the Miata, and let the top down." I suggested.

"But that's only a two-seater." Kari said.

"Awe it'll be more fun in the convertible and…heck, you can sit in Hunters' lap."

She turned and looked me in the eye as she suddenly realized the benefits of going in the two-seater.

"OK?" She said open-eyed. "Yea, Let's go in the Miata."

After dinner we talked for a while and by the time we got to the club on the other side of town, it was already filling up

We started out with some Tequila shooters, 1800 of course. In no time we were all buzzed and dirty dancing to the Latin tunes. She said the each time I danced with her I had to ask Hunter. "He is my date tonight, isn't he?"

They did look so sexy, her arms around his neck and their hips rubbing and gyrating together as if they were in a bed not on a dance floor.

A few times the three of us danced. I let my hand glide over her ass. The sexy gauge fabric felt so sexy under my hand as it moved over the shape of her ass. I would be rubbing up against her from the front as she sandwiched her from the back, both of us grinding ourselves to her.

A couple of times after she'd been dancing with him, and I could, I subtly let my hand feel up the back of her legs to her pussy. Her juices told me everything I wanted to know.

No too long before we left, I was sitting a song out and reached into my pocket. I felt the two joints that Hunter had given me. I looked at her out on the dance floor enjoying herself. She was already so turned on. What would this do for her.

Then I thought, 'I wanted them to have some before we left, so they would be feeling the effects as she sat in Hunters lap on the drive home.

We stayed on another thirty minutes or so then decided to head to the house.

As we walked out to the valet, her breast swayed under her blouse and the club lights shown right through her gauge skirt exposing the silhouette of her legs.

Kari climbed in and nuzzled into Hunters lap, silently giggling as she did. I knew it wouldn't take his cock long before it would be getting hard and I wanted her to feel it under her.

After we were on the main road, I pulled the joint out.

"Wanta light up?" I asked.

Kari was excited that we had it and Hunter was 'all for it' too.

I told them to go ahead and I'd wait until we got home since I was driving.

We cruised along as they took turns toaking on it. In no time I could tell they were stoned.

We had about a 30-min. drive back out of town, so I took it easy. After about 5 minutes their silence became apparent, indicating that they were both enjoying the ride.

I looked over at one point as we passed under a light, it shining into the car, I could see that his hand was under her blouse feeling her soft breast.

Her breasts are luscious, and I knew how they were feeling to him. He must have been in heaven.

He had no idea that I knew what he was doing.

Kari, one time suddenly, looked over at me and caught me looking at them. It was as though I was frozen, caught spying on their private moment. Then she smiled and simply looked back toward the highway in a daze as she sat there and he continued feeling her up.

My system was turned on to the core. I could feel my cock tingling, wanting out. I loved it. No one said anything the entire rest of the drive.

CHAPTER 6

Once we got home, Hunter went into his bathroom and we went into our bedroom. I threw my shirt off and laid her on the bed, lifting her skirt up over her stomach exposing her sexy pussy.

She spread her legs for me. Her pussy was soaking wet. I put my face against her lips, planting soft kisses on her. I could see the juices running out of the bottom of her pussy. The feel and the site were so erotic.

I had to hold back from devouring her right there.

"How did you like your ride home?" I asked.

"Ohhhhh, it was nice!" She said.

"Are you glad we went in the two seater?" I asked

"Ohhh yesss."

"Could you feel his cock?" I asked prodding her on.

"Yesss. I could feel it all right. If he'd pulled my skirt up I think he would have slid right into me." She said.

I told her how it looked like she was making love to him the way they were dancing on some of the songs.

"Well, you told me that I had to turn him on, didn't you." She asked.

I told her how, as the three of us were dancing that I was imagining that both of us were fucking her.

"Ohhh, meee tooo." She said. "It was like our fantasy nights, only better. I was imagining it as he rubbed his cock against me dancing."

"Could you feel it?" I asked.

"Oh yea, I couldn't help but feel both of you. You both kept bumping and rubbing up against me. It was like both your cocks were teasing me at the same time." She said. I felt like I could cum right there on the dance floor and I didn't care." She said. I put my thumbs on either side and pulled them apart so I could see the juices that Hunter had stirred in my wife. She was so slick inside. It was so erotic; all of it. Especially seeing how turned on he had made her.

I lowered my face to her, brushing my lips across her soft lips. The sweet smell of woman. I kissed her lips and then dipped my tongue inside to taste her.

I love that first slick touch of turned on pussy against my tongue.

She moaned and I licked deeper tasting as much of her as I could. She was wonderful and giving me all the juices that I wanted. The soft and fleshy feel of her pussy against my cheeks and tongue was wonderful.

Letting my tongue start at the bottom of her slit, and I guided it to the top, scooping as much of her as I could, then I buried my face into her licking and lapping her clit.

"Honey… Honey?" She moaned down to me. "Baby…I don't think…I don't think my pu…ssy has ever felt...like this! Gaaaa! What kind of grass is this anyway? I feel like my pussy is telling me what to do!"

I began rhythmically licking her to bring up higher. I wanted her to cum right there before we went back into the kitchen with Hunter but…

"Tony! What are you guys up to? Not in that bed yet, I hope?" I heard Hunter say somewhere off in the foggy distance.

Kari slowly regained herself out of dreamland and raised up.

"Hunters calling us!" She said.

She put her hands on my head and pulled me up to give me a deep kiss. "Come on darling. I don't want to either, but we have to go back… for at least a few minutes." She looked me in the eye. "But we are going to finish this soon."

I got up and went into the kitchen to join him, skillfully wiping the pussy juice of my cheeks. Kari went into the bath to freshen up.

After she'd freshened up she joined us, this time, in a black sheer robe. The result was that her nice full nipples were very visible as they moved underneath the haze of fabric.

Hunter handed me the new joint that he had just fired up.

"Ouuuu goodie!" She said taking it from me when I finished. We both knew that sex tonight was now going up another level. She was always very susceptible to the effects of grass, and loved falling into that disoriented and vulnerable feeling she fell into when she smoked it.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

They had already had some but I felt this almost immediately. It was strong. Everything seemed different. I soon noticed that it had been a while since anyone had said anything. We all took a couple more hits, talked for a while and eat some munchies.

"You're right!" I heard myself say somewhere off in the distance. "This is strong shit!"

He just smiled. "You have no idea. Just wait!"

In no time we were all in another zone. I couldn't believe it.

"I told you it was trip weed, didn't I?" I heard Hunter say somewhere.

It was. I was in another dimension and so horny I could hardly stand it. I looked over at Kari. She looked great and so damned sexy.

Not long after, that paranoia of good grass began to set in. I began to feel that Hunter was orchestrating all this so that he could fuck my wife. It made me feel nervous and enormously turned on at the same time.

I noticed how sexy Kari was looking at him and I felt that she wanted to sneak into his bedroom after I was asleep.

Suddenly I felt like the pawn, but it was all so erotic that I didn't care. Besides I knew it was just the effects of the grass and made a choice to just go with the flow, what ever that was.

Kari was so nasty looking, her hair still tousled from dancing. Her breast looked fabulous as they moved slightly under the robe as she walked. Once as we were leaning over the bar in the kitchen, one of her breast slipped out of her robe.

She simple cupped it and put it back in as though nothing had happened but it drove me crazy, especially feeling that it might have been done accidentally for Hunter to see.

I looked up at Hunter. He was stoned and couldn't take his eyes off of them. My cock was raging and I felt that if I didn't put my cock in her soon that I'd be taken away by the white shirts.

My sense of time and space had long left me, but at some point Kari looked over at me and knew it was time for the bedroom.

Under the influence, she walked over and flung her arms around Hunter and kissed him quickly on the lips. "Night Sweetheart. I enjoyed out date tonight." She giggled.

"My pleasure." He said, a little caught off guard. "Anytime you can't find a date, please call me. That is if it's OK with your husband."

"Oh, I'll make sure it is." She giggled again and eased into the bedroom pulling the door to behind her.

I stayed behind for a second to just tell Hunter good night and how much I enjoyed having him there. He almost looked like he wanted to apologize for the night, but I didn't give him the opportunity and headed for my rendezvous with Kari.

When I stood up and went into the bedroom, the room seemed strange, almost like someone else's home. I wandered in feeling like I was in a dream. I couldn't wait to get in there and make love to her like this. It was so erotic. I couldn't wait to feel those wonderful beasts and, I couldn't wait to feel her nipples in my mouth.

When I walked in, it felt like a medieval parlor. The only lights were from the numerous candles she had lit. She loves candlelight. She was standing there her robe now completely open, as I'd imagined. Her breasts were magnificent especially in this erotic light. Underneath, she had on nothing.

In her hand she held out her blindfold to me.

"I want to play tonight!" She said. "When you fuck me tonight I want to imagine its Hunter fucking me." She said.

I felt a sexual dagger go into me, my cock stirring in my pants and my heart pounding. What a feeling! After a night like this and now she wants to imagine she's being fucked by him.

I took the blindfold and told her to turn around.

I had just watched her all night long wrapping her legs around his and rubbing her pussy against him as they danced. I'd watch him feeling her breast in the car and her flashing him in the kitchen, making eyes at him.

"I want to imagine his cock in me." She said. "You don't mind do you Sweetheart? It's not to late to continue our fantasy night, is it?"

It had always been exciting when we played this fantasy game, but in this mental state, she would be able to imagine it much more, it would be more like being there for her.

I fitted the blindfold, as always, snuggly so that she could see absolutely nothing.

I whispered in her ear. "I want to take you somewhere you've never been".

She turned back around to me, looking so erotic in the black leather blindfold, her sexy lips with fresh lipstick and the candlelight falling all over her accenting her shape.

"I think I'm already there." She said nervously. "Grass has never made me feel this way before."

Tony… I feel sooo nasty. This whole day I've thought of nothing but being a nasty wife and teasing the two of you. My pussy has been wet all day.

This sexy day and now with this grass, I feel like another person. I feel like I'm being someone else in a dream. And my pussy…I can actually feel how puffy my lips are."

I reached down cupping one breast in my hand and put the nipple in my mouth. It felt like satin. My skin was sensitive to every touch. And I knew hers was too.

"I want to fuck your brains out tonight." I said. "I want you to tell me how you want to fuck other men for me." I said enjoying her state. "Ohh I will!" She said.

"You liked me watching you dance with him didn't you?" I asked. "You liked him rubbing his cock against you and feeling you in the car! Didn't you?" I pressed.

"I did! I loved it. Knowing you were watching me made it all that much better." She admitted.

"Meeee tooooo!" I said. "I loved it."

"I felt so nasty, my pussy wanted him. It wanted both of you, and it still does."

"I know this sounds stupid, but my pussy feels like she is pulsing and wanting all the cock she can get. I'm more turned on now that when we were dancing"

I love for her to talk to me like this.

My hand went down below her tummy and in between her legs. My finger felt the slinkiness that had already found its way to her outer lips. My fingers encouraged her as they toyed and teased her.

"You do, don't you?" I said. "You want other men to fuck you and make you be bad for them? God, that is sooo hot. I can't believe I'm married to such a sexy woman!"

My finger continued to tease her clit as I told her what I was going to do tonight. "I'm going to tie you up, and then I'm going to let Hunter actually come in and fuck you." I said as though I was serious.

I could see her slightly shiver as the threat hit her. Of course, I'd teased her like this before, but tonight it was different, very different. And she knew it. Tonight she knew that he was only a few feet away, undressing in the next room, and she got more turned on than ever.

"I know you've been dying for him to make love to you and tonight I'm going to make sure he does."

"Are you really?" She shuttered wanting to believe that fantasy.

"Fantasy Rules still apply tonight!" I told her. "You have to do everything and anything I tell you too. And I want you nasty! Do you understand?" I said seriously, as I continued teasing her clit.

"Oh yes! I understand!" She said slightly quivering.

I helped her onto the bed and told her to lay back on the pile of pillows and that I wanted to watch her play with her pussy.

I want you to be that other woman tonight, the bad girl inside you that wants to come out. The nasty one." I said.

"I will!" She promised. "I already feel like that's who I am."

I told her I wanted to play with her self and to imagine that Hunter was in the room watching her. " Then I want you to let him lick your pussy and fuck you all he wants tonight." I told her, wanting her to let her imagination go free. "And I want you to enjoy it."

With that she moaned and obeying, sank back spreading her legs and floated off into her imagination. Then she gave me a full view, separating her beautiful slick lips, as her delicate fingers began rotating over her clit.

Suddenly, something hit me! 'I could do it!' I could do it and she would never know.

In my distorted reality I realized that I wanted Hunter to see my sexy wife like this, nude and blindfolded, lying back on the bed with her pussy exposed for him to see.

It didn't cross my mind what might happen after that. In my aroused state, I was only thinking that she wouldn't know that he was really there, and I wanted him to see her like this, nasty and erotic.

She'd been teasing him all day and I knew this would really turn him on. Now was the time. It might be the only chance I'd ever have.

CHAPTER 7

As she played with her self, I quietly found my way out the door and into Hunters room. He wasn't there, and then I saw him. He had just stepped out of the shower and was standing there, nude, toweling off right in front of me, his big cock swaying back and forth as he did.

Suddenly I found myself staring at it for a few seconds forgetting what I wanted to say.

I'd teased Kari, telling her how nice it was, and that he was more endowed than me, but I didn't remember him having that nice a cock and not quiet that size. Nice, but not quiet that nice.

It arched over as though in a half hard state. The had a distinct full ridge around the big puffy head as it bobbed there.

"What's up Bud?" He asked as he toweled his hair dry..

"Aaaah, I want to show you something." I said.

He stopped for a moment, looking at me. "What?" He asked.

"Something you'll like. But you have to come now, and you have to be absolutely quiet."

I was trying to keep from shaking, I was so nervous about what I found myself doing.

He looked at me with that mischievous smile and gleam in his eye, wondering what I was up to, but was ready to follow.

He wrapped his towel around his flat stomach as he followed me out of the bath.

Just before we left his room I turned to him. "Absolutely quiet or we'll both be looking for a new place to live! Got me?"

"Got cha!" He said, fumbling to keep his towel synched around his waist.

"She thinks it is all just a fantasy game. She will not know you are really there." I said. "So this has to stay just be between you and me." I said as I began to realize the repercussions, if she were to find out. It would be serious.

"No problem here." He assured me.

We found our way back in and she was still lying back against pillows, her legs spread, her mouth slightly parted as her fingers franticly rubbed her clit. It seemed like I had been gone for hours, but knew it had only been a couple of minutes and she didn't miss me at all.

I told her that I was back now, slightly startling her out of her dream.

"But I want you to keep playing with your self for a while. I want to watch." I said and she continued.

"Did you like dancing with Hunter tonight?" I asked her.

"Ohhhh you know I did." She said.

Did you like feeling our cocks when we rubbed them against you on the dance floor?"

"Mmmmmmmm! Yesssss! I liked it!" She said, her fingers began moving faster.

"Was his cock hard when you were sitting in his lap tonight?" "Ooohhhhh yesssss!"

I looked over at Hunter. His eyes were glued to her pussy and his towel had become a tent.

"Did you imagine what I told you to while I was gone?" I asked. "Did you imagine that Hunter was here in the room watching you play with yourself?"

"Yessss. I imagined he was sitting over in the chair watching me."

"Would it turn you on if Hunter were in her watching do this? Do you really want him to know what a little slut you want to be?" I asked.

"Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhh yes. I wish he knew what a slut I am inside."

"You'd like Hunter to help make you a slut wouldn't you? You'd like to feel his cock against you again, wouldn't you?"

"Ohhh yes, I bet he could make me into a slut. I bet he could make me do nasty things. I'd like him to fuck me, right in front of you, so we can show you how much we want each other."

She was pinching one of her nipples with one hand and the other was bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm, and my cock was raging.

"I have a surprise for you tonight Honey!" I said coolly. Hunter is standing here next to me in nothing but a towel, and he is watching you."

She flinched drawing her knees quickly together. I didn't say anything.

Then she realized, falsely, that I would not have really brought him into our fantasy, and she let her legs lay open again. Again falling back into our fantasy and showing him her pussy again.

"That's better!" I said. "He is a pussy man and I wanted him to see how beautiful your pussy is and how you trimmed it a little bit for him."

I looked over at Hunter putting a finger to my lips to be silent.

"I'm going to pull the chair over to the foot of the bed so he can relax and have a better view, and I want you to give him a good show. I want you to show him what a little trashy woman you want to be for us."

I pulled a chair to the foot of the bed and had Hunter sit in it. Then I held each of her ankles dragging her toward me to the edge of the bed, genitally putting her feet on each arm of the chair. Then I went around and fluffed her pillows to make her more comfortable.

He now sat between her feet, now just inches from his arms and her pussy just a couple of feet from his face, on the edge of the bed. He sat in dumbfounded silence at what was happening.

I put his hands on each of her calves, so he could touch her. I stood behind him to talk, so she would think it was me touching her as I talked, and told her that I wanted her to show him her pussy.

She held a lip between her fingers on each side, and pulled them apart letting him see the slinkiness inside. His hands began to caress her legs, first her calves then inside her legs, lightly pushing them outward, helping her to spread them more. Then as she began toying with her pussy again, he caressed the insides of her thighs.

"Would you like me to let him to lick it for you?" I teased her.

"Mmmmm." She purred.

"Would you like me to let him to slide his cock into you and fuck you?" I questioned. "You like fantasizing about Hunter, don't you?"

"Mmmmm yessss! I've fantasized about him fucking me." She said.

"Would you want us to both fuck you and make you do bad things, make you be a decadent little girl for us?" I asked.

"Yesssss!!! I want you to make me do what ever you want me to do, make me prove to you that I will be the kind of 'bad girl' you want me to be."

"Well, we're going to do that." I said. "Hunter is really sitting here watching you be bad." I said. "And if you turn us on enough I may let him lick your pussy tonight."

This time she just relaxed more into the pillows, moaning as she circled her clit faster with her slick fingers.

"God, my pussy feels so sexy." She said feeling the grass. "Ohhhhh gaaaa!" Her fingers moved faster and faster.

As she did, I quietly moved over to her bathroom and pulled out her large, very life like dildo and brought it in.

I held my eager cock in my hand and took a large drop of precum off of he head and spread it over the head of the dildo. I looked down at Hunter as he watched me. Then I watched as he brought a hand full of cock from under his towel.

It stood there in his hand like a large piece of meat, full and puffy. His cock also had a huge accumulation of precum dripping down the tip of it. His finger grazed over the tip collecting a substantial collection of clear liquid and smeared it with mine on the dildo to lubricate it for her.

I took it the dildo, putting it to her pussy, and rubbed it around just inside her lips getting it slick for her.

"I want you to lay there and think about this being Hunters cock." I said as I worked it into her.

"And I want you to it and show Hunter how you love big cocks."

"MMmmmmm, Ohhhhh yesss!" She said as she took it from me and began working it around the outside of her pussy getting it ready. Then she slowly began working it into her pussy, her skin puffing out on the sides of her pussy as it began to slip in. Soon it began easily sliding it in and out as Hunter watched, spellbound.

He leaned forward, running his hands right up to her pussy as she fucked herself. Her breathing got heavier and heavier as his hands messaged her and she began pumping the large cock into her.

"You like big cocks! Don't you?" I said.

"Yessss! You know I do!"

I stood back and looked at the scene. It was so sexy.

There she was, lying on the bed, her legs spread vulgarly wide, fucking herself as Hunter leaned forward, messaging all around the outside of her distended pussy, as it swallowed the big cock time after time.

I felt like I was watching a movie, some surreal erotic movie.

His hands were adding to her pleasure. Then without notice he took the dildo from her and slowly began fucking her with it. She lay there arching her pussy up to it, fucking it, as he teased her pussy, pulling it out and running it all around her clit, then plunging it back into her and fucking her with it again. He was making the cock her lover, teasing and tormenting her with it, and she was responding, trying to get more of it as he teased her.

"You like the way Hunter fucks you don't you Kari?" I said from behind him again.

"Ohhhhh god yesss! He's driving me crazy with that thing." She said still thinking the fantasy lover was me.

Then I told her again that I wanted to let him lick her pussy. "I can tell that he wants to badly." I said.

"Ohh god yesss! Lick my sweet pussy. Lick it for me baby." She said.

My hands on his shoulders, I pressed forward, signaling him that he had my permission, then I hesitated.

"First… I think we should… be sure you don't change your mind about being our slut tonight." I said. "I'm not sure the blindfold will be enough."

I held Hunter and pulled him back in his chair. I quickly found our sheepskin leather restraints. We had bought them at a sex shop when we were out of town on a trip. They were very comfortable and she was going 'nowhere'. I tied her legs wide open and her wrist above her head to the headboard.

When I turned back around, I found Hunter had gone into the bath and returned with a razor and shaving cream.

He looked at me questioning.

"Kari, Hunter has a surprise for you. He wants to shave all of that hair off of your pussy." I said.

She squirmed a little but before she could say anything he'd begun applying the shaving cream all over her pussy lips, up on her sexy mound and up toward the base of her stomach. She looked like she was covered in whipped cream.

I told her that we were going to shave her whether she wanted it or not.

She moaned and squirmed, arching her hips and pussy up to us. It looked like her pussy was both eager and wanting to escape. It looked like it was talking to us, begging us to control it.

Fully inescapable from our attention now, he brought out the razor and delicately began to shave her. First all the hair on the mound and then downward toward her lips.

She didn't move a muscle. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to make a slip. She just moaned as we did what we wanted to with her body.

Then he very gently pulled and maneuvered her lips, so not to hurt her, and shaved everything from her rear to her stomach. We wiped her clean, revealing the most feminine thing I'd ever seen.

Her pussy was completely bald. She had no hair anywhere around her pussy. Her lips looked huge in comparison to the way they had ever looked before and smooth as a baby's butt. Her tan lines just added to the fairness of her new exposed skin. It looked much more defenseless.

I had no idea that her pussy looked that…god…there were no word to describe it to myself. I had always looooved licking a sexy pussy and wanted her to shave it but this was beyond my expectations.

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