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Strip blackjack

I was 25 years old and physically I was in the best shape of my life. I was 5’ 10” tall, I had brown hair, green eyes and I weighed 175 lbs and none of it was fat. The only problem was that financially I was broke just like I had been all of my life. My name is Ray.
I had these two friends that I hung out with since high school Jim and Daniel. Jim was 5’ 9” tall and 165 lbs with blond hair and blue eyes and Daniel was 5’ 6” tall and 145 lbs with red hair and brown eyes. They were just as broke as I was and they were both in good shape physically.
We hung out a lot together on weekends because we could not afford to go out on dates very often.
The three of us stopped at a gas station on the way back from a friend’s party in a neighboring town and I paid for the gas and drinks. The girl that waited on me was very beautiful but she misunderstood me when I was talking to her and gave me a two-dollar lottery ticket to the big jackpot game. I didn’t want to tell her that it was my last two dollars so I took the lottery ticket and left after talking to her a little more. I knew from experience that there was no chance of ever getting a date if she knew that I had no money.
I was taking computer courses online in the evenings after work so I spent a lot of time on the computer. A few weeks after we had gone to the party I noticed a story online about the fact that the gas station that I had visited had sold the winning lottery ticket but no one had claimed it yet.
I checked my ticket and almost passed out when I found out that I was the winner of a huge jackpot!
I told my parents that I had won the lottery and they hugged me and told me congratulations! The next day I went and collected my winnings. The first thing that I did when I returned was I handed my parents a check for a million dollars! I then gave my older sister and my younger brother both checks for two hundred fifty thousand dollars.
I gave Jim and Daniel each a check for fifty thousand dollars and I drove back to the gas station and handed the girl that sold me the winning ticket a check for ten thousand dollars.
Now let’s fast-forward a year.
I was now a certified IT pro with a well paying job and I had a big house in the country on a large lot. My two friends had gone through training and they both had better jobs. We still spent most weekends together but now they were spent at parties at my house. Jim and Daniel each had their own bedrooms and their dates would generally spend the weekend.
On this particular Saturday we had a huge party to celebrate the one-year anniversary of my winning the lottery. We had friends and family over all day starting at 10am. We had the in-ground swimming pool, volleyball, horseshoes, video games, pool, and air hockey and of course lots of food and booze.
Jim and I brought our ladies that we had been dating for a few weeks and Daniel brought his latest bombshell. For some reason Daniel always seemed to get girlfriends that looked like they just walked out of a men’s magazine. Unfortunately his relationships never seemed to last long.
By 10pm everyone else had left the party and it was just my two friends and our three girlfriends.
My girlfriend Jill was 5’ 6” tall with long blond hair and green eyes and she had nice round C cup boobs and a nice round butt. She was very pretty with dark skin and she was a lot of fun.
Jim’s girlfriend Jenny was 5’ 7” tall with brown hair and blue eyes and her boobs were a nice pointed set of B’s with a nice tight butt. She was pretty with pale skin and she talked a lot.
Daniel’s girlfriend Josie was 5’ 8” tall with red hair and green eyes and her boobs were double D’s with a very slim waist and a round butt. She was very pretty, very outgoing and she liked to show off.
Everyone was a bit drunk and we decided to go in the house and relax a bit.
Jenny said, “Why don’t we chill out and play cards?”
Josie replied, “Cards are boring, can’t we play something more fun?”
Jill surprised us all when she said, “Why don’t we play strip blackjack?”
I said, “First let me explain the rules.”
You play in teams and it’s the ladies versus the men. You play blackjack by the usual rules but whoever has the highest hand gets to take one item of clothing off of each member of the opposite team. Once a team no longer has any clothes you get to tell them what to do and they have to do it for a full minute.
We all agreed to play and we all made sure that each of us had 4 items of clothing on. The girls all wore their bathing suits with shirts and shorts over them and the guys wore t-shirts with button down shirts over them and shorts over our bathing suits. Jill found the stopwatch and sat it on the table.
Round 1 was won by Josie and came up to each of us and gave us a French kiss and then took off our shorts.
I won round 2 and I gave each lady a French kiss and then I took off their shirts.
Jenny won round 3 and she gave each of us a French kiss and took off our shirts.
Daniel won round 4 and he French kissed each girl and took off their bathing suit tops. Each of them had gorgeous boobs and very hard nipples.
I was dealt blackjack on round 5 but I noticed the huge smile on Jill’s face when she took another card so I let her win. She winked at me and walked up to Daniel and French kissed him. She then slid down his body making sure to rub his arms and legs with her hard nipples and the she took off his bathing suit. When his bathing suit was off of his feet she slid back up Daniels body and licked his hard cock from balls to tip on the way up. He had an average sized cock.
Jill then moved on to Jim and gave him the same treatment, making sure to rub her nipples on him and licking his cock on the way up. His cock was a little longer than average.
I was the last one to be lucky and she definitely treated me well. When my shorts came down the other girls shouted because my cock is well above average in both length and girth. When Jill came back up she grabbed my balls and sucked my cock into her mouth and went up and down on it a few times before she very slowly let go of it and slid up my body.
Jim won round 6 and he French kissed every girl and on the way down to take off their shorts he kissed both nipples.
I won round 7 and I winked at Jill and walked up to Jenny and French kissed her. I then moved down and spent time at both of her nipples before proceeding to kneel down in front of her. Her bikini was already wet with her juices. I put my mouth on her bikini and breathed hot air right on her pussy and she shivered. I then pulled her bikini down and licked her pussy and she moaned.
I then stood up and moved over to Josie and did the same thing. Josie was very sensitive and when I licked her pussy she came.
When I moved to Jill spent a bit more time on her nipples because I know that they are very sensitive. When I pulled her bikini down I did a butterfly dance on her clit and she came hard.
Daniel won round 8 and he had each of the girls suck his cock for a minute. Jill was first and she started by licking his cock all over. She then sucked his cock into her mouth all the way down to the base. By the time Jim said her 1 minute was up she had almost made Daniel cum. He moved on to Jenny and she was not quite as talented as Jill so he was able to hold back from cumming with her. About 30 seconds into Josie sucking him Daniel could not hold back and he exploded in her mouth. Josie made sure she had gotten every drop and swallowed all of it. As she was swallowing the last bit she stared over at Jill with a smirk on her face as if to say “I won that round”
Jim won round 9 and he also had the girls each suck his cock for 1 minute. Josie was first, Jill was second and Jenny was last. He had to stop and compose himself after Jill and Josie but he was able to hold out without cumming.
Jill won round 10 and she won the right to our last bit of clothing, our t-shirts.
She walked over to Jim and French kissed him while rubbing her body all over him. She then made him sit down and rubbed her very wet pussy lips up and down his cock while very slowly removing his t-shirt. When his shirt was almost off and his arms were in his shirt above his head she rubbed her hard nipples across his chest while still rubbing her pussy up and down his cock. Finally she stopped teasing Jim and they both got up.
As soon as Jim got out of the chair Daniel shouted,
“I’m next” and he jumped into the chair.
Josie gave both Daniel and Jill a dirty look but neither one noticed.
Jill gave Daniel the same treatment as Jim. Josie watched looking a little pissed off and Jennie watched looking very horny and jealous.
It was my turn next and as I looked into Jill’s eyes I could see that she was close to cumming. As she sat on my cock and started to slide I grabbed both of her nipples and squeezed them. She shivered and moaned and moved her hands and her long blond hair out of the way so that I could get to her boobs better. She also started moving faster on my cock. After only about 30 seconds she screamed and came and collapsed in my arms. Once she recovered she kissed me again and then took off my t-shirt.
Jenny won round 11 and she wanted all 3 guys to fuck her. Jenny got up on her hands and knees and proclaimed “fuck me hard from behind”
Daniel was first and while he pumped his cock in and out of Jenny’s pussy Jim and I each played with a nipple. Jill said “time” and we switched off.
While Jim pumped his cock in and out of Jenny Daniel and I moved and each sucked on a nipple. Jim was really giving it to Jenny hard and when time was called she was very close to cumming.
I was last and as soon as my cock was buried completely in Jenny she started cumming. Jenny came the whole minute that I was fucking her and passed out when I pulled out as time was called. Brunette Jenny was done for the night.
The next round was won by Josie and with a wicked look on her face she said “I want all 3 of you at once! Ray; lie down so that I can stuff your cock in my pussy. Daniel; get behind me and lube your cock up and put it up my ass. Finally Jim; come here so that I can suck your cock!”
It took a little bit to get our rhythm going but once it was Josie started cumming nonstop!
Jill sat beside us watching with a glazed look on her face the whole time. She completely forgot about the stopwatch.
After a little bit more time Daniel hollered that he was cumming and he shot loads of cum into Josie’s ass and passed out on the floor. Daniel shooting cum in her ass sent Josie even higher and she started shaking and spit Jims cock out, screamed and then passed out. We laid her down on the floor by Daniel.
Jill said “it’s time for you two to cum in me and make me pass out too!”
I had Jill get on all fours and I stuffed my cock into her already drenched pussy while Jim put his cock in her mouth. We started rocking her back and forth between us so that on the backstroke my cock was buried in her pussy and on the forward stroke Jim’s cock was buried in her throat. She was very close to cumming and when I pushed my thumb into her ass she exploded.
We let her catch her breath for a minute while we changed position. I lay down on the floor and Jill put my cock back into her pussy while facing me. She then told Jim to put his cock in her ass but do it slowly so that she could adjust.
Jill was so hot and relaxed that it didn’t take long before we were in perfect rhythm with Jim and I pretty much holding still and Jill pumping us both in and out of her. Within a short time Jill’s face was flushed and her breath was cumming in gasps.
She then screamed, “Guys you had better cum because I am about to cum and I know I am going to be gone after this one.”
I had her hold still and Jim and I alternated pumping in and out of her. Jim came first, shooting loads of cum into her ass. Jill then came screaming and banging her fists and her pussy clamping down on my cock sent me over the edge also.
Strip blackjack is my favorite game because everyone wins!

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Fantasy

A Lily in July

It was the last week of June, and something was about to happen that would change my life forever.

Fiction

Their Valentine Surprises

Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
—–
I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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Adventures with Hannah: Chapter 3, part 1

As spring transitioned to summer, my relationship with Hannah blossomed to perfection. She still lived with her roommate, she planned to move in with me later in the summer when her lease was up, but still we spent most days and nights together. The wild passion we experienced when we first became intimate did not wane and our exploits continued to defy my imagination. To my delight, Hannah’s professed love of my cum was genuine, and every morning that she awoke beside me she treated me to a deep cock sucking. She told me she didn’t like to start the day without swallowing a load and most days she got more than a single dose. After the crazy night in the movie theater, soaking Hannah’s popcorn in cum, she and I developed a little fetish. Every chance we got, and it was even more wild and hot if it was somehow in public, Hannah milked the cum from my cock and onto whatever she was eating.
Overall, things couldn’t have gotten any better. Or so I thought. Closing in on Memorial Day, Hannah informed me that her family had a tradition of taking a camping trip that included the whole extended family. This year, I was welcome to come along. Happily, I said I’d love to. Before long I started to wonder what the whole weekend would be like, whether Hannah and I would get much alone time, whether or not we’d sleep in the same tent, that sort of thing. To my disappointment, Hannah told me we might have to cool it down for the weekend since we’d be with her family the whole time and we’d have to share a medium sized tent with her cousin.
Of course this was a bit of a bummer but I knew I’d enjoy myself either way. As the weekend approached so did a heat wave and the weather promised to be perfect for camping, boating, beach lounging, and recreation. When I brought my truck around to Hannah’s place to pick her up, I was pleasantly surprised to see her dressed for the weather. Hannah, maybe not privately with me but definitely publicly, had always been pretty conservative. She wasn’t afraid to wear clothes that showed off some but she never looked to be openly flaunting her amazing body. Today she waited for me outside her building in mini jean shorts that looked uncomfortably tight and a bikini top that also looked to be a size too small. Her ample breasts were squeezed together and straining up out of her top, forming two full mounds of delectable skin ballooned above the light blue fabric. She sported a pair of sunglasses resting above her forehead, tangled in her silky hair, and a pair of stringy flip flops that I always figured must be really uncomfortable but girls seemed to swear by. She shot me an adorable grin as she hopped in the truck.
“You look like you’re ready to go,” I said, not hiding my admiration of her body. Hannah acted like she didn’t notice my obvious ogling.
“I’m so excited, I love this trip! Every year we just have a fantastic time, you’ll see.”
I nodded and put the truck into gear, disappointed that I had to take my eyes off of her and focus on the road. The ride was long but pleasant and Hannah was chattier than usual, clearly she was excited about the upcoming weekend. She told me stories about campfires and boating shenanigans, all the fun she’d had in the past and would have more of soon. Certainly she noticed my eyes falling on her incredible tits each time I gazed over at her. The closer we got to the campgrounds, out in the wilderness, the roads got bumpier and the motion made Hannah’s bursting cleavage come alive. I was thrilled by the show but also realized I was rock hard and if Hannah was going to do this to me all weekend without any hope for satisfaction, it was going to be a long weekend indeed.
As we neared the camp I began wondering about Hannah’s provocative attire. Her family was nice but seemed pretty conservative from what I could tell.
“I can only imagine what your mom will say when she sees you dressed in so little,” I remarked.
Hannah shrugged. “What, you don’t like it?” she asked sarcastically, knowing full well I loved it.
“Of course I do, you’re beautiful, I’m blown away, but I’m just not sure how your family will react, is all.”
Hannah gave a small nod of agreement and reached into her bag. She retrieved a worn jean vest, no sleeves and really not much fabric to speak of, and slipped it on. Open in the front, her enormous tits still protruded as proudly as ever, but I wasn’t going to ask her to cover up any more.
Soon we reached the campgrounds. After winding through some dirt roads we finally found the section that her family had reserved. Because this trip included so much of Hannah’s extended family they were able to reserve a separate section of the campgrounds to themselves. We pulled in and began to unload the truck, not sure of where exactly we’d be pitching our tent. Hannah’s parents, whom I’d met a handful of times already, joined us and informed us that our campsite was in the back, down a short dirt path and sheltered in the woods. Each individual campsite was isolated slightly from the rest, sporting enough space for at most two large tents and a fire pit. There was a communal center area that each campsite connected to, complete with a large fire pit, picnic tables, water spigots, and a small building tucked into the trees with two bathrooms and two showers.
Not everyone was there yet, but I went around and met many members of Hannah’s extended family. Everyone was warm and welcoming, and they all seemed excited about the weekend ahead, making it very easy to become comfortable around them. Hannah hadn’t told me anything about the cousin who would be bunking with us, and I wish she would have warned me so I could’ve prepared myself.
There were many cousins among the relatives as we made our rounds and introductions. I imagined some little kid, probably cute and fun but of course a total buzz kill when it came to Hannah and I having any fun, being our tent mate.
“Ooo, Uncle Ted and Aunt Lilly are here!” Hannah informed the family as a red car pulled around the dusty corner. “That means Abby’s here!” Hannah said up at me, squeezing my arm with excitement. I inferred Abby was the cousin who would share our tent, and I was right.
Hannah could have warned me. Abby was a bombshell. When the sedan stopped and the back door opened the first thing I saw exit was a long and slender female leg, bare up until mid-thigh and firm, slide out and plant a sandal in the dirt. Abby emerged from the vehicle, Hannah ran to meet her, but I was frozen in place. Abby stood radiant in the sunlight, wearing a light summer dress with a swirling pattern of yellow and orange. The dress hung from Abby by two straps that met behind her neck and attached to the dress just above her breasts, leaving the top half of her back bare. The dress was loose and stopped at mid-thigh and it was clear Abby was lean and athletic. As she moved away from the car to meet the oncoming Hannah the piercing, low angle morning sun shone from behind Abby and the silhouette of a sexy, slender frame was revealed beneath the dress.
The sight of Hannah’s ass, practically oozing out of too-tight shorts, bouncing ahead of me was enough to drool over. But my gaze was fixed on Abby and it was nearly impossible to look away. Shaking off my daze, I slowly followed Hannah and approached this beautiful creature. Abby’s hair was some shade between natural red and natural blonde and was kept in a loose ponytail. Abby was markedly taller than Hannah but still shorter than I, probably in the 5’6” to 5’8” range. When the two met they embraced warmly, kissed each other’s cheeks, and both looked positively beautiful. By the time I approached the two were giggling and smiling, clearly rekindling a strong friendship. This close I also noticed Abby appeared younger than Hannah and I. We were only 20, not old by any stretch, but Abby looked much younger and I found out a little later that this angel was only a ripe 16. I couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor schmucks who must have followed her around her high school, knowing they’d never have a chance with such a beauty. I, of course, had my beauty, and Hannah was stunning, but it was difficult not to admire Abby.
“Abby, meet Shane,” Hannah said, motioning to me.
“Hi,” Abby said, a warm smile gracing her picture perfect face, and extended a slender arm for a handshake. “I’ve heard so much about you,” she said, grinning at this, and Hannah gave her a little shove. This made me suspicious, I wasn’t aware Hannah kept in touch with her extended family much, but there were smiles all around so I ignored the awkwardness.
“Funny,” I replied, “Hannah hasn’t told me much about you. Let me help you with your things.”
With that the three of us became enveloped in conversation as we toted our collective luggage toward our campsite. This is when I found out Abby was sixteen, just coming to the end of her sophomore year, and a dedicated athlete. Track season was in full swing and Abby was a relatively accomplished runner. My mind wandered to thoughts of Abby in skimpy, skin tight running gear, gliding gracefully. Her body was tight and looked firm, though the loose hanging dress obscured me from getting a clear and revealing view of either her tits or ass.
There was plenty of work to be done before any fun could be had; setting up a tent, unpacking supplies, preparing the fire pit and wood, etc. I snuck many peaks at Abby throughout, trying to remain inconspicuous, and if Hannah noticed she didn’t show it. I was informed that another Aunt and Uncle would be pitching a tent in the same campsite as us and the knowledge that I would not be alone with these two beauties at night produced mixed emotions.
That afternoon (Saturday, we’d be staying until Monday evening) the assembled family members suggested a pick up game of soccer. While the littlest kids ran and played off to the side, just about everyone between the ages of 12 and 50 took part in the match. A few older relatives reclined in lawn chairs and watched, sipping drinks and soaking up sun. A battle of men versus women broke out, as often do in these kind of friendly competitions, and I was surprised to see Abby guarding me closely. Most everyone had changed into something comfortable; Hannah still had on the amazing shorts but had replaced the luscious bikini top with a moderately snug t-shirt, while Abby strutted across the field in tightly fitting running shorts and t-shirt that clung tight to her slender form. This gave me my first decent view of Abby’s body and I wasn’t disappointed. Abby had a mouthwatering ass; a tight, round, and firm shape formed well by miles of running, and a pair of perky tits. Abby’s chest was not nearly as large as Hannah’s set but her softball sized mounds were, like everything else on her, incredibly tight and without an ounce of sag. Her young breasts stood proudly on her chest and I had to turn away and fake a warm up jog just to get my growing erection to subside.
The level of play was not very impressive but fun was had by all. I’ll neglect to mention which side won, but truthfully it was hard for me to focus on the game with Abby in my shadow all afternoon. Each time I got the ball she challenged me and our bodies brushed together. I noticed many entanglements of arms and grabs on my shoulders, chest, and back that were not necessarily part of the game. Hannah came my way a few times, and we openly flirted like any young couple would at play, but most of the game she left Abby to guard me, and her flirtations were starting to make me uncomfortable. Not that I didn’t enjoy it some, too, but I was worried other relatives or Hannah would not be approving of the obvious flirting.
My level of confusion and mixture of emotions heightened after the game when we all returned to the campsite. A large RV pulling a fine looking boat sat in the center of the campground, and everyone hugged and welcomed the couple who emerged from within. These two, it turned out, were the other relatives who were supposed to pitch a tent at our campsite. Since they brought their new RV, obviously, they would no longer be joining us.
The evening proceeded nicely with a communal dinner, games and story telling, and I was really enjoying Hannah’s family. It became evident very quickly that Abby and Hannah were going to be inseparable, again, eliciting conflicting emotions. Since I would also be at Hannah’s side most of the weekend, that meant a lot of time spent sneaking peaks at wonderful Abby. Worse, or better in some ways, the flirting continued even after the soccer match. As evening progressed into night many of the campers settled to their own individual campsites, enjoying more intimate company with their campsite co-habitants. Hannah suggested we also make our own fire, but of course, it would just be the three of us at this site. I built the fire as the girls prepared s’mores, and Hannah emerged from our tent with three malt drinks.
“Where’d you get those?” I asked as she handed them around.
“I snuck them in, you didn’t even notice my tote was so heavy?” I had noticed, Hannah had brought a rubbermaid tote full of random supplies, but I wasn’t aware she also stashed a twelve pack of beverages.
The conversation around the fire, not to my surprise, quickly settled on relationships and sex. Hannah didn’t divulge too much personal information other than to say she and I were very happy and “we have a good time together.”
“What about you?” Hannah asked Abby, making Abby blush and look away.
“Oh you know,” Abby mumbled, staring down into her drink.
“C’mon, spill,” Hannah prodded.
“Well, there is this guy,” Abby started reluctantly.
“And?”
“Well, I don’t know, I’m totally worried about it,” Abby confessed.
“What do you mean?” I asked, piping up for almost the first time.
“Uh, well I just met him but we totally hit it off, he’s in college though…”
“Oooo,” Hannah smiled.
“Yeah, well, that just worries me is all. I mean, I really like him but I’m afraid I won’t be good enough for him.” Abby looked ashamed. I struggled to imagine a man who was too good for Abby, but it wasn’t that surprising to hear a sixteen year old struggling with self confidence.
“How do you mean?” Hannah asked.
“It’s just, I’m not experienced, you know, I don’t really know what I’m doing, and he’s in college so I’m sure he’ll know if I’m bad, and I’m just afraid he won’t want me if I can’t… perform like somebody else.” Abby averted her eyes, looking deeply ashamed.
“Oh, Abby, c’mon, don’t be like that. You’re beautiful. You have nothing to worry about. You’ll learn that stuff as you go. You know, it can be fun learning it with someone who you really like.” Hannah smiled at me as she spoke.
“I guess, I’m just worried I’ll disappoint him, ya know?” Abby was sullen and I had to hold myself back from moving in to comfort her. The discussion pushed at this point a little further, with Abby still acting sad and forlorn. Eventually, Hannah stood up.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” she proclaimed and disappeared behind us, out of the firelight. I was silent, not sure how I would continue this line of discussion with Abby and not sure what I could change the subject to.
I took a long swig of my drink and I was startled to see Abby before me, kneeling in the dirt between myself and the fire.
“What’s…?” I stumbled.
“Shane, I might not be any good or anything, but can I suck your cock?” Abby asked, sending alarm bells ringing in my head.
“I…”
“Hannah has told me all about it, she really loves it, she says sucking cock is the best feeling, and she says yours is perfect.” I was speechless, though happy to hear Hannah had such kind words for me. My erection was growing and Abby leaned towards it, keeping her lovely eyes pinned on mine. “I need to learn,” she proclaimed.
“I… I don’t think I’m comfortable with this,” I resisted.
“I’m comfortable with it,” I heard a voice chime behind me. I twisted my head to see Hannah standing a few feet away, hands on her hips and a huge smile on her face. “You heard her, Shane, she needs to learn.”
“But,” I began to respond before I was interrupted by Abby’s soft hands sliding up my legs.
“It’s okay, Shane, seriously.” Hannah said.
Abby’s hands reached my bulging package and she mumbled an exclamation as her fingers felt a man’s strength for the first time. Hannah moved closer and retook her seat next to me as Abby unzipped my shorts. After a moment of adjusting material, my cock sprung free and point directly at Abby.
Abby giggled and looked at Hannah. “No shit, H, it’s just as big as you said.” Abby slowly wrapped her hand around my shaft, eliciting a sigh from me and a stifled moan of arousal from Hannah. Very slowly, Abby moved her hand like a piston up and down my shaft, savoring my size and preparing me for her mouth. Abby then opened her mouth wide, looking like a rookie, and moved down on my cock. Her warm mouth surrounded my head and I gasped, totally in shock at what was happening. Abby started to move her tongue around and suck, taking me in only a fraction of my length. She had never sucked cock before, occasionally her teeth would brush me and she hadn’t perfected the art of breathing with a cock in her mouth, but Abby was eagerly learning.
As she began sucking, moving her head up and down, still miles from taking me all in, Hannah began offering encouragement and advice. As she did I noticed she had slid her hand between her legs and was actively pursuing an orgasm of her own.
“Use your tongue,” Hannah urged. “Ahhh… Take it out, yeah, lick his shaft all the way down.” Abby followed her instructions, giggling some but never taking her focus off of my stiff cock.
“Deeper, yeah, relax and take him in,” Hannah said. Abby was no where near taking me deep, but her mouth was loving and warm, and the arousal of this wild situation was boiling in my balls. I glanced over at Hannah and gave her a knowing stare.
“Oh, baby, make him cum Abby. Keep sucking, don’t stop, you’ll feel him flex and tense. His cock will swell and his balls tighten. Just suck, don’t stop, suck him in.” Abby’s eyes widened and looked disapproving. She had clearly never had a load in her mouth and she seemed reluctant.
“Guys love it, Abby, number one. Swallow his cum. That’s what he wants. Give him what he wants, baby.”
All this talk was killing me, and I began to moan and writhe as my orgasm approached. Abby closed her eyes and kept sucking, tightly squeezing my shaft in her lips. I arched my back and moaned, the wave of cum had been churning in me since I had drooled over Hannah’s tits this morning, and Abby had no idea of the storm she was in for. I grunted and fired. Abby’s eyes shot wide open as a rocket blast splattered the back of her throat. I knew this part of my load was wet and slick, coating her throat opening. I grabbed Abby’s head to hold her steady. Hannah squealed as she rubbed out a chair-rocking orgasm of her own.
Much like the first time, when I release my biggest loads into Hannah’s mouth they overflow and spill. Hannah sucks and swallows better than I ever imagined, but she still struggles to handle the overwhelming force and quantity of my cum. Abby, feeling a man erupt in her mouth for the first time, had no chance. Her mouth was coated quickly and cum spewed out all sides. She held onto me, forcing meager little swallows in a futile attempt to keep up, but my cum poured out. A sizable pool began to gather on my shorts and soak down onto my balls. I moaned and flexed as the final stream gushed up and out of me. Hannah watched us with ravenous eyes and she swooped in quickly when Abby released. Abby rocked back and looked spent, cum dribbling from her lips. She wiped some away with her t-shirt, but to my pleasant surprise, never spit any of my load out. Most of it was still swimming on me, but she swallowed all the cum that she had managed to hold in her young mouth.
Hannah was on her knees now, making loud slurping sounds as she attempted to gather the fleeing pools of cum.
Abby giggled at Hannah’s horny display. “You little slut,” she joked, smiling wide and looking proud of herself.
Hannah peered up at me from my lap. “I’m your slut,” she whispered, smiling before going back to the job of cleaning me up. Even after Hannah gathered all she could my shorts were still soaked and I was very thankful I had packed a few pairs, because these would not be wearable again this weekend.
I expected there might be some awkwardness after what just happened, but Hannah was able to keep us relaxed and open. After she was satisfied with cleaning me up, she got us another round of drinks, pulled our chairs as close together as possible, and started chatting with Abby about what just happened. Abby couldn’t believe she had actually gone through with it even though, to my surprise, she and Hannah had been discussing it over the phone for some time before the trip. I was still in shock, but the casual conversation and mingling of all of our legs and hands together as we sat close was making the situation very comfortable.
Hannah and Abby both giggled a lot, and Abby eventually admitted that she thought she liked it, but it was a lot to process. I was loving how comfortable we were being with each other: Hannah’s and Abby’s legs were mingling and Hannah was gently caressing Abby just above the knee as we talked, Abby and I held hands loosely and our eyes met repeatedly. The fire died down soon, since none of us wanted to get up to stoke it, and as it smoldered Hannah leaned to me and kissed my cheek.
“C’mon,” she whispered, “we’ve got a lot more to teach her.”
My heart jumped. I had hoped that this night’s fun wouldn’t be the only escapades of the weekend, but I didn’t want to push my luck, since I considered myself to have been pretty lucky already.
Hannah stood up and suggested we call it a night. Abby and I nodded and unlocked our hands. As Abby rose she was met by Hannah, standing close, and their lips sealed together. Abby looked a little surprised but her face quickly relaxed and I watched her lips part and accept Hannah’s probing tongue. The two most beautiful women I’d ever been this close to now kissed deeply, Hannah pushing her tongue where my cock had recently been and exploring her cousin’s mouth. Abby’s arms wrapped around Hannah’s shoulders and she began to twist her fingers through Hannah’s smooth hair. I rose to meet them, hypnotized by the contortions of lips and tongues, and soon I stood in close, reaching one arm behind each beauty and pulling them in.
Hannah broke the kiss but pressed tightly into Abby, sliding her sweet lips down Abby’s flawless cheek and planted passionate kisses on Abby’s neck and collarbone. Abby threw her head back and sighed, giving me a chance to lean in and lock her in a deep kiss. Our tongues played and danced, and three pairs of hands began a complex mix of feeling and caressing. Given my position I easily had access to each girl’s beautiful ass and I fondled them with lust. Hannah’s was soft, full, not fat but voluptuous, and I craved being inside it once again. Hannah’s was tight, round, and firm, and I couldn’t help but wonder how beautiful her young and untouched asshole must have been.
Our tangled pile of love and lust moved into the tent and it became clear that it was going to be Hannah and I giving Abby’s pristine body some attention. Abby laid prone on a pile of sleeping bags and sighed deeply as our four hands explored her. Abby’s shirt was removed quickly and I was surprised to see she hadn’t worn a bra. Her tits, beautiful and round, were so firm and perky that a bra was really not needed anyway. I watched for a moment as Hannah took her cousin’s nipple into her mouth, eliciting moans from Abby and myself. Seeing Hannah explore another woman was driving me crazy and I ravenously joined in the fun. I devoured Abby’s free tit, swirling circles around her nipple and sucking forcefully. Abby was beside herself, shifting and moaning and pulling at her own hair.
Hannah read my mind, or I hers, because our hands met simultaneously on a wet little mound between Abby’s legs. Abby squealed a little and sighed. She was aroused beyond belief, soaking through her shorts and onto our fingers. Hannah halted her sucking to move down and started removing Abby’s shorts. This young, athletic, goddess was now naked and lying before me. I moved up and kissed her deeply, caressing her stomach and chest as I did, before whispering to her how beautiful she was, how much we wanted her (I could only speak for myself, but Hannah seemed to want her plenty as well), and how good we would make her feel.
“Shane,” Hannah called, “you might want to see this.” I did want to see it, and after giving Abby a parting kiss I slid down and joined Hannah at Abby’s waist. Abby cautiously spread her legs a little giving us just enough room to lay together between them.
The sight was something to marvel at. Abby had a smooth shaved pussy, as opposed to Hannah’s being surrounded by short dark hairs, and it was so wet it looked like Abby had just stepped out of the shower. Her pussy lips were puffy and immediately I was dying to sink into them. I thought Abby’s pussy was clenched shut when I first saw it, but as I found out, even relaxed Abby’s virgin pussy was unbelievably tight.
Hannah beamed, “Abby, baby, it’s so beautiful.” I agreed and locked Hannah in a kiss. As we kissed we began to lower our heads, millimeters from Abby’s gorgeous flesh now, and Abby inhaled a huge breath in anticipation. Our kissing lips met Abby’s wet pussy, and the set melted together into one tangle of tongues, lips, pussy, and juices. Abby exhaled and screamed, rushing her hands to her face to catch the noise escaping her, and after tensing for a moment, Abby relaxed.
Her pussy was soft and delicate, more supple than I thought was possible, and an absolute delight. Hannah and I struggled to fit both of our mouths on her, twisting and contorting, neither one of us wanting to miss out on a second of flavor and sensation. Hannah seemed to enjoy pushing her tongue into Abby’s tight hole, discovering flavors she’d never tasted, while I sent waves of pleasure over Abby as I gently licked and sucked her clit. Hannah pushed the envelope, gently and slowly inserting her first finger and pushing it up inside Abby’s vagina.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God,” Abby mumbled to herself faster and faster, moving her hands up to cover her eyes as if she didn’t want to see what was happening. I knew Hannah had never eaten out or fingered anyone before, but I was confident she knew enough about female pleasure to know just the right finger twists, pokes, and thrusts to rock Abby’s world. Abby seemed overwhelmed with pleasure, and my cock was straining with desire, so I slowly began to slide over to Hannah, hoping I could get a chance to fuck her sweet pussy from behind while she pleasured her cousin.
“Hey,” Hannah stopped me, “not tonight.”
“What?”
“Tonight’s about giving Abby all she can handle,” she whispered.
“But I’m dying down here,” I protested, thrusting my rock hard cock against her to make my point.
“Tonight’s not about you and me, ok, you’ll get plenty later, don’t worry.” I knew I would, but I was dying for some action right now. The knowledge that I wouldn’t get any release only made my cock strain harder for the rest of the night.
Hannah’s finger continued to work, joined by her tongue, and I moved to repeat my exercises on Abby’s tits. Abby was past the point of words, signaling to us that she was about to cum by flailing her arms and panting loudly. I slowed my licking some, trying to watch both Abby and Hannah as the moment arrived. Abby clasped her hands over mouth tightly and screamed, her body became stiff and her legs squeezed Hannah’s head. Hannah was undeterred. Her finger still worked magic and she pushed her face down and latched onto Abby’s pussy, making a large circle around her clit and flesh and sucking. Hannah moaned into Abby’s pussy, clearly enjoying making her cum, and Abby shook and rocked, overcome and completely out of control. As the last shivers of orgasm washed over her, ending in spastic twitches and shakes of her beautiful pussy lips, Abby relaxed again. Hannah slowly slid her finger out and released her suction cup attachment on Abby’s clit. Hannah finished with a few moments of gentle licks up and down along the outside of Abby’s pussy, savoring the flavor of her cousin’s first cum, and offered me the shimmering finger to lick clean.
The three of us settled gently into the sleeping bags. Abby praised us repeatedly and drifted off to sleep, her head resting on my chest. I was wide awake, horny beyond belief, and Hannah seemed unable to rest right away either. Hannah laid on my other side, propped up on her elbow, and stroked Abby’s hair and beautiful face. Hannah clearly was a struck by her cousin as I was. When it was clear Abby was deep asleep, Hannah began whispering.
“Having fun?” she asked, surely knowing what my answer would be.
“Oh my God, yeah, wow.”
“Do you want to fuck her?” Hannah asked, looking up at me. I was hesitant to answer, of course sexually I was dying to be inside Abby, but I was worried about the ramifications of actually having sex with another woman, much less Hannah’s cousin. What we had done so far had been great, but somehow it seemed like it could be considered just wild exploration, whereas having sex might be moving things too far. Hannah noticed my hesitation.
“Because she wants you to, we’ve talked a lot about it, and she wants you to be her first. And I want you to.”
“You do?”
Hannah nodded. “Yes. Shane, I’m not worried about it affecting us. As long as we’re all consenting I think it will only strengthen our relationship. And I’ll be a part of it to, it’s not like you’ll just go off into the woods and fuck her without me. And I think it’d be so hot, don’t you?”
“Well of course,” I admitted, “I just wasn’t sure if everyone was okay with taking things to that level. Abby really wants me to be her first?”
“Us, really, she wants us to be first.”
I nodded. I didn’t know when, but very soon I would be deflowering this gorgeous angel next to me. It was much harder to sleep after that.

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Fantasy

My past cums willingly to the now.

I hadn’t thought about my brother wanting to get the property next to ours for quite some time and I do have a confession to make about that!! One that I supressed way way down at the bottom of everything.