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Invited

By: litany



Sleep will be a long time coming tonight. Shaking hands cause me to fumble as I unlock the patio doors beside my bed. I peer into the darkness of my fenced backyard and I wonder if you might be out there already, watching my house to make sure you remain the only danger I face tonight. 

You gave me a bedtime hour, but you didn't say what I had to wear. I'm a smart girl so I've got on a pair of pajama pants with a drawstring waist which I have tied in knots that would require patience and time to undo. I just hope I don't have to pee anytime soon or I'll regret this strategy. 

For a top, I wear only a tight tee shirt. I'd considered wearing a bra but I want there to be nothing you could use to bind me. There are only two things in the bedside table and, if I can hold you off for twenty minutes, I win and you won't use them on me. That is our game.

I put away the self-defense books I've been reading all week and I climb into bed. Hyper-alert, I revisit the years we've spent together at a distance and I know this way is actually the easier for me to finally meet you face to face. We know we want each other and neither of us wishes to deal with the usual awkwardness of a first meeting. We chose this way instead. 

I wake when the bed shifts under your weight and my lips part to scream just as your hand covers my mouth. My wide eyes expected to see the handsome face from the webcam, but instead I see only your unmistakable eyes behind a black balaclava. This is enough to stun me and we breathe loudly for what seems like a long time, staring at each other in wonder. 

And then my teeth sink into your hand, and you're cussing as I try to kick you between the legs. We agreed this would be a real fight and I don't want what is waiting for me in the nightstand if I lose. 

I sit up, pushing at you, but you're so much bigger than I am. I swing at you and, even though I do it like the book said and I hear you grunt in pain, I wince because I hurt my hand. 

You make me scream when you've had enough and I realize you were just playing with me up until then. My scalp stings as you use my hair like a leash, forcing me to the mattress so you can pin my bucking body with yours. Fuck. I'm so turned on. 

I can see the timer you stealthily set on my dresser when you crept in. Ten minutes. I'm halfway there, but you're reaching between us to untie my pajama pants so you can pull them down. I can hear your frustration as you struggle with the drawstring knots and I start to giggle smugly. Gotcha. 

You put an end to my mirth when you take your belt off and whip my legs with it twice. I squeal and try to crawl up the headboard, inciting you further, but instead of strapping me again, you take my wrists both in one hand and bind them together with your belt. 

That's when you reach into your coat pocket and take out the knife. You don't have to tell me to stay still, but you do. I would not move with something so threateningly sharp near my belly as you cut away the drawstring. Who's smug now? 

Fifteen minutes have gone by, I see, as you glance at the timer before you grab my pajama pants and yank them off of me so hard I am dragged flat on my back a foot or two down the bed. 

I kick at you, connecting hard enough to make you grunt and I'm whimpering, keening as I try to work your belt off my wrists and you slap my face to subdue me. 

Your body forces my legs apart and your hands cup my hips, pulling me to you. You thrust. Urgent. Brutal. Stabbing my cunt with your cock. 

My sex quivers with pleasure and I moan, arching under you. I don't fight anymore; I know I've lost and so I luxuriate in you, still fully clothed, your cock twitching in the cunt you just won. 

I freeze with horror at the sound of the bedside drawer sliding open. My eyes squeeze shut as I hear the lube cap open and I can imagine what you're doing. "Open your eyes and look," you say, pulling off the balaclava so I can finally see my Master's face in person. 

And then, there it is; you show it to me. It's the lubed shiny pink butt plug with the curly pig tail. I grimace and try to squirm away, but you remind me that I lost, that fighting time is over, and you make me watch obediently as you push that obscene pink pig plug into my ass. As you turn me over onto my knees, wrists still belted, so you can have your way with me, you command me in your hardest voice, "Oink, little piggy. Oink for Master." 

Later, I lay my head on the pillow and study your face for a long time and we murmur softly to one another in unintelligible sounds that mean something like, "I am pleased to finally meet you." 

Invited Home



Chapter 1

I'm new to Atlanta, having moved here from near Chicago, and, being new and working for a big company, I've met all kinds of people; it's been even kind of hard to keep track of them all. In fact, rather than my old circle of friends, there are so many new people I now know that it had left me somewhat insecure and lonely.

A few months ago, I had been introduced to Roy and Carol by a mutual friend and they seemed to like me right away. Roy was tall, about six-two, trim, handsome, wavy brown hair, hazel eyes, around thirty-five, I judged. I liked him right away. Carol, however, seemed a bit intimidating. First of all, she was gorgeous, simply stunning. She was model-material; beautiful ash blond hair that fell almost to her waist, fairly tall, about five-ten or so, and a figure to go with it all. She had nice breasts, not huge, just right for her body, there was nothing the least bit wrong or out of place with Carol, she was perfect. Her tan accentuated her blue-gray eyes to a tee.

We had met at a small cocktail party and the three of us got to know each other over several glasses of wine, like I said, we kind of clicked.

About a week later I got a call from Carol who asked me to join them for dinner at their favorite Italian place the next Friday evening. I gladly accepted and asked them if I could ask a male friend that also knew the two of them. She thought that would be fun, so I called Harry and asked him along.

Now, Harry was a few years older than I was but the vibes clearly weren't there, at least from my end. He was nice enough but, well, the spark was missing. He was fine for a casual escort but no more.

So, we met Roy and Carol at the restaurant and we were well into enjoying a wonderful meal and some delicious Barolo, when Carol asked me if I wanted to join her in a trek to the ladies' room. So, we both got up and went off to do our business and when I came out of the stall, Carol was reapplying her lipstick as I stood next to her checking my makeup.

As I stood there, leaning into the mirror, Carol was looking me up and down as I wondered if she might be viewing me as a possible rival for her husband. Well, he was handsome but she was gorgeous, after all.

Now, I am nice looking, five-five, light brown hair with some blond highlights, hazel eyes, and a very nice body underneath it all. I currently measure 34-24-34 and the first 34 is just into a C-cup. I was finally over twenty when I could properly fit a C-cup and I was so happy. In fact, so happy that I went for weeks without a bra.

For this night, I wore a tight-fitting ivory sheath that just made me look so good. I loved wearing it because I feel like the butterfly who has just escaped the chrysalis. It came to mid-thigh and showed my legs quite nicely.

Carol, well, she was stunning in an ebony dress that was skin-tight with a high slit almost to her hips. There was a nice amount of cleavage showing which she had a generous amount of on display.

"I'm so jealous, Kristen, Roy just keeps looking you up and down, he's been undressing you with his eyes all evening."

"Oh, now, Carol, I can see you and you simply outshine any other woman in the place, certainly me included." I had noticed Roy looking me over but just ascribed it to my legs which are two of my prime assets.

"Oh, he's probably just fantasizing having us both, every guy seems to love the same possibility, I've found," I assured her.

"Have you ever done it? You and another woman with a guy?"

I felt my face redden as the memories raced back from college.

"Well, it was in college. It was with my boyfriend and my best friend."

"Oh, I'd love to hear about it."

"Well, it's kind of a long story, really," I sputtered.

"Well, you'll have to tell me all about it another time. I'd love to hear all the juicy details. I'm sure there are some. I've had the same fantasy and I'd love to hear your experience. Well, let's get back, shall we?" and as we were leaving the restroom, she asked, "If you're not planning anything later with Harry, maybe we could send him off and you could to come back to our place after dinner? We'd see that you got home after." 

"Is this, perhaps to do with your fantasy you mentioned?" I asked surprised that I was so emboldened. Perhaps it was the wine combined with the delicious memories of that wonderful night in college.

"It just might," she answered and we went back to the table and rejoined the men.

As you can imagine, my thinking was a now bit distracted by our conversation in the powder room as the memories came back of my making love to my boyfriend and him also having my best girlfriend that night. I was never really into girl-on-girl sex and she and I didn't do anything sexual with each other but, there were a few times when we touched each other that a tingle or spark of excitement ran through me.

I'd seen porn videos of lesbian sex and did feel sexually aroused by it but never to the point that I felt I was especially interested. But, well, sitting there, looking at how beautiful she looked, the lushness of her cleavage, well, then, taking the occasional glance at Roy, wondering what he looked like naked, well, I was getting pretty wet and was hoping that the back of my dress wouldn't give away my arousal when I stood to leave.

So, on the way out of the restaurant, Carol asked Harry if it was all right with him if I went with them so she could show me some of the jewelry she had made. Harry made his goodbyes and I got in the car with Roy and Carol and off we went.

As we drove down the driveway, the garage door opened and Roy stopped the car. The door was cycling back down as we went in through the kitchen where Roy picked out a bottle of wine and three glasses.

"This way," Carol said and I followed her down a hallway and turned into their master bedroom.

As I stood there admiring all the beautiful furnishings, Carol stepped over to me and embraced me, kissing me full on the mouth, slipping her tongue between my lips. From behind, I felt Roy's arms encircle me as I felt the hard bulge in his pants press between my ass cheeks.

Then, their four hands began loosening my clothing as they both worked together stripping me down to nothing, both kissing me everywhere I was being exposed to them.

When I was completely naked, they both stepped back to look at me.

"Beautiful, everything I expected. Isn't she hot?" Roy asked his wife.

"She's stunning, such beautiful breasts. I just knew they would be," she said as they both began removing their clothes.

Carol's breasts were stunning, just perfect globes tipped with large, pink nipples, each one, hard and erect. They looked delicious. As I was looking at her, Roy pulled off his boxers as his large cock hung down, now just a bit soft, it was pointing down some but on the rise. It looked to be about nine inches and nicely thick around. This was going to be a very exciting night, I thought.

They were now moving back to me, each of them with their arms around me as I felt hands everywhere, Roy now in front, kissing me, his cock pressing against me, Carol behind, kissing and licking on my back, her hands roaming between my breasts and across my pussy.

She took her husband's cock and started rubbing the tip between my legs, I was so wet, there were juices running down my legs.

"Come, lets go to bed, Kristen," Roy whispered in my ear followed by his tongue. Carol and Roy guided me to their bed and we all three got in as Roy began kissing my neck and shoulders, then began working his way down my excited body while Carol began kissing me, tonguing my mouth as her hands kneaded my breasts and her fingertips tweaked my nipples.

Roy was now kissing and licking my abdomen so I opened to him knowing where he was no doubt headed and knowing just where I wanted him to head. And, soon, bless him, he was down licking my wetness as his wife sucked my nipples and slowly rubbed her hand so soothingly over my abdomen.

My only other threesome, the one back in college, was with my boyfriend at the time and my best girlfriend but she and I didn't do anything sexual. So, until this very night with Roy and Carol, I had never had any girl action at all.

Did I like it? No, I loved it. I loved them both making love to me. It was the most erotic moment of my life with both of them pleasuring me. I opened my legs wider to help Roy in any way I could and then heard a buzz coming from below followed by the electric sensation of a vibrator running slowly around my clit as his tongue licked just below.

It was all I could handle, my entire body began to shake and tremble as wave after wave of the purest pleasure imaginable swept over me while my two new lovers continued pleasuring my writhing body.

"OH, OH, OOOH, OOOH, UUH, UUH, uh, uh, oh, oh, so good, mmm, oooh, oooh," and I just shivered and lay there with them continuing their caresses to my excited body.

He now had the vibrator in my pussy as he softly licked my clit. It was almost too much, two people were almost more than I could handle, but, thankfully, they were slowing down, Roy stopped using the toy and was now moved up to suck my other breast giving me a bit of respite from their sexual advances.

Carol raised up and kissed me on the lips, tonguing me lovingly, then went down and gently opened my labia with her fingers and began licking around inside me, all around the entrance of my vagina. I had my hand on Roy's cock pulling it up and down, almost in a frenzy from Carol's tonguing of my pussy.

Roy moved up to place his cock near my mouth and I hungrily moved toward it, taking it in, sucking him fervently as Carol was moving me up to another wonderful orgasm.

She, I think, might have been gently pinching my clit, I wasn't sure, all I knew was that it was feeling wonderful as she was flicking her tongue in my pussy. She hit all the right buttons again as I started trembling as a bright white light blinded my eyes and I was swamped with the most glorious feelings. I had my mouth full of Roy so was gagged from being very vocal, but it was one of the best orgasms of my life. It seemed to go on and on, much longer than most, maybe because she just kept going and I kept sucking her husband. 

He was holding pretty steady, I really don't like it when guys start fucking my mouth, and I could hear him moaning so I knew I was pleasing him as I was being so wonderfully pleased by his wife.

"Oh, Kristen, mmm, oh, yes, unh, UNH, UNH, UUH, MMM, MMM, oh, mmm," and spurt after spurt of his warm cum hit the back of my throat as I moved up to try to take him more fully into my mouth.

We all three seemed rather out of breath and soon, were separated sexually, now nestled in each other's arms, me sandwiched in the middle as our six hands roamed caressing wherever they landed.

Chapter 2

"Suck my nipples, Kristen, would you, sweetheart?" she asked as she moved up so I could easily reach them. I took one of her large pink nipples in my mouth to suck as Roy, behind me, was gently easing his cock against me from the back. I reached around and positioned him right between my labia, giving a slight shove to get him started and then felt his cock part my lips and push deeper inside.

I lifted my lips from Carol's breast and began kissing her down her front, tonguing her navel, then slowly moving downward as Roy moved with me, keeping his cock inside me.

I think he figured out where I was headed and soon, my head was buried between Carol's legs, feasting on her pussy as Roy fucked me doggie-style from between my legs.

You know I had a threesome in college but it was sure tame compared with this one. Now I was tonguing a woman while being fucked from behind by her mate, the most erotic moment of my life. My whole being, at that moment, was consumed with sex.

Carol began to tremble and hump my face as I pulled her open for more of my tongue.

"OH, OH, UHH, UHH, AYYE, AYYE, uh, uh, mmm, oh," she groaned as she clamped her legs around my head. My hips were up in the air as Roy kept at me, fucking and fucking while I kept my face in his wife's pussy sucking and licking and probing her with my eager tongue.

His hand slipped up under me and began softly rubbing across my clit. That was all it took, my whole body shook as I was engulfed in wave after wave of sheer bliss radiating from my middle.

"Oh, Roy, OH, OH, UH, UM, mmm, mmm," I moaned as he kept at me, fucking and fucking. Then, it was his turn.

"Oh, I'm cumming, oh, OH, OH, UNH, UNH, mmm, mmm," he cried out as he shoved deep in me, his warm cum flowing from him to me in spurt after spurt as his cock throbbed out its juice.

He knelt there behind me, now slowly moving in and out, as we all quietly enjoyed the steamy mood in their bedroom. Then he pulled out and there was some shifting of bodies getting me in the middle of them once again as hands and mouths roamed looking for places to pleasure.

"You have such a lovely body, Kristen, I'm enjoying it so much. And I can tell that Roy is as well."

"I've never done much with a woman before but, well, this has been thrilling. And, well, Roy, is a wonderful lover as well," I told them and they both kissed me over and over, their hands pleasuring me nonstop.

There's no question that being with Carol and Roy was the most erotic event in my life. They were both highly sexy and attractive people who were certainly not at all bashful about their wants and desires.

We necked and cuddled and just enjoyed each other for a while longer then got up and brushed our teeth and got back in bed and said goodnight.

There seemed to be arms around and over me all night long, it was quite lovely and comforting actually and, in the morning, we each began to awaken and become aware of the lovely position we were all in, three horny naked people who hungered for each other.

"You two have fun while I go get breakfast started. I'll call you when it's ready. Come as you are," Carol joked as she got up and left us in bed.

I reached over under the covers to find a wonderfully-hard cock which I wrapped my fingers around.

"Mmm, what's this, Roy? Something for me?"

He pulled me close, pressing his cock at me, grunting, "It sure wants you again this morning. You ready?"

"Well, why don't we go down and keep Carol company, I'm sure we can be creative enough to find some way to have fun in the kitchen, surely you and Carol have had the mood strike while you were cooking? What do you think? She can watch us, think she'd like that?"

"Oh, that's a great idea, I know she'd love watching us, come on," and he pulled me up and we went prancing down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Wow, you two set a world record," she exclaimed as we walked in arm and arm.

"No, hon, Kristen thought you might like to have some company and you can watch while we enjoy one another."

"Well, why not move that bowl of fruit on the table and bend her over and have her right there as I make breakfast," she suggested and we both went to the table and I positioned myself as Roy worked his cock up into me and began.

He stood behind me as I lay over on the table, his cock moving in and out while his hands massaged my back, it was lovely.

"Mmm, Roy's had me right there, too, Kristen, I know just how you're feeling."

"Yes, it's nice, you have a very nice husband, he knows his husbandly duties quite well," I jested.

"Oh, he gets lots and lots of practice which makes me quite happy and, I must say, I'm greatly enjoying watching him pleasure you, Kristen, you two make such a beautiful pair."

"Well, you two do as well, maybe we're all meant to be together, who knows?" I jested as he ran his thick cock in and out of me.

"About two more minutes and these eggs will be ready, I hate to rush but..." Carol said from the stove.

"Well, babe, scrambled eggs aren't good cold and we can reheat each other up I think, pretty quickly. What say, Kristen?"

"I vote for the eggs, I'm hungry," I moaned, hoping he would understand.

I felt him pull out as he said, "Yes, I know right where I left off. Let's eat and then continue what we were doing, right?"

I got up from the table and agreed and we had a wonderful and wonderfully-naked breakfast. Being with Roy and Carol was so comfortable, it felt so good and right, we just all clicked.

Then, after we straightened up the kitchen, we were back to bed. I got into the center and Carol followed me right in. I lay back and she sat next to me, cross-legged, as she rubbed her pussy, then slid two fingers up inside stroking in and out for a minute, then took them out and put them up to my mouth.

I opened and her warm, wet fingers went in as I sucked her juices, warm and pleasantly fragrant, as she finger-fucked my mouth while I closed my eyes in happiness.

I felt her move as her fingers came out and, as I looked up, saw her leg rotate over me and down came her pussy right over my face as I automatically spread open for her.

There was more of her aroma and taste as she pressed to me while I wiped my open mouth over her, my tongue raised up to dig between her labia as she rocked her hips back and forth over me.

She got her lips onto my clit as she sucked softly, wiping her tongue across it as two of her fingers went up inside me to caress the walls of my vagina.

My hands were up on her soft, smooth buttocks pulling her pussy tight against me as she licked and sucked on me as I held my legs as wide as I could. I don't know what Roy was doing and, well, really, I didn't really care right then, I was just enthralled with Carol and me feasting on each other.

Carol's body was classically-beautiful, I suppose that may have attracted me to her, I've never been particularly tempted by the female body but I was finding Carol to be a very desirable lover, much to my surprise and enjoyment.

She was flicking my clit with her tongue which just threw me over the cliff into a wild orgasm which had me bucking and shuddering on and on and on. It was a tremendous orgasm, one brought by a woman, a woman that I was wanting sex with, more sex, I knew she would be in my arms many times in my future.

After our lovely time together, Carol suggested to Roy that he take me from behind which happened to be my favorite position. As he got up behind me and began pressing in, I asked Carol to lay in front of me so I could bury my head between her legs as her husband fucked me.

I just loved offering them both the pleasure of my body which eventually caused them both to have wonderful orgasms along with a grand one of mine. Even though it was now quite late in the morning, they stretched me out on their bed and then both roamed all over my body with their mouths and tongues until I had another orgasm.

Then we all collapsed together in bed with me in the middle and their hands fondled me, petting me and pleasing me as I lay there being kissed and caressed like their little treasure. Again, they both were kissing me all up and down my body bringing me to another peak.

"How long can you stay with us this weekend, Kristen?" Carol asked me. It was Saturday morning, almost noon now, of course, and I really didn't have any plans that would come close to offering me the joy and pleasure that I was having in their bed, so I answered, "How long do you want me?"

They both asked if I could be with them for the rest of the weekend and I agreed.

Saturday was a day I will never forget, one of pure sexual pleasure from my two new lovers. I have never dreamed of being so thoroughly and completely made love to than I was all day and evening that wonderful Saturday.

My sleep that night was the most solid, peaceful and satisfied of my life.

On Sunday, like the day before, we all three began rousing together and, like the morning before, Carol told us to have some fun while she went to start breakfast.




Invited Home



So, I swung up over Roy and slid down onto him as I reached under holding him steady.

"Mmm, you are so tight, Kristen, and your breasts are wonderful," he said as I began rocking up and down while he massaged my boobs. I dropped over him so he could suck a nipple as I cycled up and down filling and emptying my pussy of his wonderful hard cock.

I was laying over him when Carol came in to summon us for breakfast. His cock was still inside me, now softer and happier, as was my pussy gently holding it. I lifted up off him as his cock flopped back down on his abdomen. Carol leaned over, lifted it up and slipped her mouth over him sucking him for a minute, then raised up to tell us, "Just wanted to know what you two taste like together. You two make a delicious couple. I look forward to tasting you together lots more. Let's go eat," and we followed her lovely backside downstairs and had a wonderful naked breakfast complete with Mimosas.

Carol held her husband's cock while she ate and took time to pet and rub my breasts. I had become more open about my enjoyment of her body and would lean over to kiss and suck her nipple. I was now convinced that, at least with the right woman, I was as highly attracted to the female body as I was the male. And it was something I was to become completely comfortable with in the months ahead.

Yes, there were months ahead, I actually was invited to move in with Roy and Carol and while I have my own bedroom, I most often sleep with the two of them. The three of us rarely wear any clothes when we're home and have an agreement that we are fully open to pleasing each other in whatever way the other desires. So, if Roy wants me to suck him, I'm happy to do it. Or if I want Carol to tongue me to orgasm, she does cheerfully.

Having two lovers, one male, one female, has been the best thing in my life. Each lover is different, each one bringing their own passion and manner to their loving of me, opening my arms and legs to each and to both, has brought me more joy than I ever thought possible.

I'm glad they invited me home and home it has become.



Invited Into A Relationship



this is my first story comments and such are aprecated help me make this better. this is based off of real life events for me

It has been anything but a normal month for me I found out one of my good friends wanted to invite me into their marriage. Something I never thought would happen cause of how jealous both of them are. There is a bunch of flirting online and I decide to go to their house to see if I can be comfortable in their house. At first it's just me and Jen sitting at their house with her little girl who is about a year old. Seeing us come in her four year old daughter comes up from the neighbors. After a few minutes of seeing that I am not there to play with her the 4 year old goes back down to the neighbor's. After a few minutes she gets the baby to go to sleep and it's just me and her for a bit we tease each other reminding ourselves that nothing sexual is supposed to happen today. It's getting harder and harder to control ourselves. She pulls out her tits while sitting on my lap facing me and starts playing with them. I pulled her close and started sucking on one meanwhile she grinds against my growing hard on. Finally it's too much for me and I slam her to the couch and pull her pants and panties down I spread her pussy lips and look into her eyes. Then I start fingering her. She moans out how good it is with surprised moans because she has never seen this side of me. I take turns sucking on her tits then I go down and start to eat her out I never stop fingering her. I flick my tongue over her clit and she starts moaning louder. She grabs a hold of my hair and then slams me down on the couch just like I did her and she pulls out my dick and starts sucking me telling me how much she wants me to cum all over her tits. I pull her shirt off and start playing with her nipples. She really starts sucking me hard just tiring to get me ready to cum over her tits. I pull her up and tell her I want her to ride me .Then we hear a knock on the door it's her four year old. She grabs her clothes and goes in the room with the crib while I pull up my pants and let the four year old in. 

The little girl comes in and sits on the couch beside me as Jen gets dressed. Her mother tells her she was checking on her little sister. We sit and watch TV. and talk and every time the four year old walks out of site we do something from grabbing asses, sucking on her tits for a bit as she pulled them out of her shirt , or rubbing her pussy through her pants. It isn't long till the littlest one wakes up so Jen brings her into the living room with us. So we go to watching T.V. for awhile then her husband Frank gets home. She tells me not to mention what we have already done because it wasn't supposed to happen this time. We talk for a few hours then they get the oldest girl in the bath and in bed. He goes in and lies with her till she goes to sleep and while he is in there me and Jen grind and tease each other again. Frank goes out on the porch while Jen tries to get the other girl to sleep. Me and her kid around and talk while walking through the house some we walked to the far side of the house and she bites my neck while still holding her youngest. I grab her tit through her shirt all this time we are getting close nose to nose and forehead to forehead. I look at her and say too bad you said we can't kiss. She tells me that was her husband's rule. I suck on her tit some more and we grind against each other. Then she tells me she feels weird with her kid in her arms. So we go and sit down on the couch again and I let her try and get the kid to sleep. She then walks onto the porch with her husband who is now talking to one of their neighbors. She hand him the kid then comes back in and sits beside me really close. Then In comes her husband and he walks around with the little girl meanwhile Jen starts playing with my hair and beard. He gives the kid back to her and she feeds her then he goes into the bed room with her to get her to sleep it's just me and Jen then in the living room again. 

I play with her tits suck on them and we grind hard enough to make her gasp. After awhile he comes back and sits at the computer behind the couch and she goes and talks to him leaving me on the couch. She comes back and sits close again I rub her leg and she runs her hands through my hair again. After a few minutes she goes back to her husband at the computer and talks to him when she comes back she stands in front of me and ask me if I notice what is missing while she plays with her tits through her shirt. She then pulls the top of her shirt down and shows me she has taken off her bra. Then she sits on my lap with her husband still behind us she grinds against my once again growing hard on. Then she pulls her tits out of her shirt again and rubs my chest. I was thinking should I her husband is right there. Then I said fuck it and just started sucking on her tits. Then I grabbed her by her belt and pulled her closer he only got up and removed her pants but kept her panties on And grinded down harder on me. Then I opened my pants and pulled them down some so she could grind against me even better. She grinded a couple time then pulled her panties to the side and grinded. I reached down and rubbed her pussy, when I did that she stopped grinding and pulled my dick out. Then she pulled me up and rubbed my dick while I fingered her. She threw her leg up on the couch so I could get her deeper and I fingered her hard and fast. I wrapped my free arm around her is I felt her legs start to give. Then I put her on the couch and really went to work fingering her pussy. I suck on her tits as I finger fuck her and she pulls my head closer to her chest I keep sucking then I kissed her pussy and suck on her clit. She asks"how does it taste" I pull my fingers out of her pussy and let her taste. Then I kissed and ate her out little and then looked at in her eyes as I went back to fingering her. She licked her lips and hidden from her husband we licked each others tongues letting her taste herself on it. I fingered her hard till she came every once and awhile stopping to take a taste then letting her taste off of my tongue.

Then I went back to fingering her again this time tiring to hit her g-spot. I knew I had hit it when she moaned for me to keep rubbing there. I rubbed her clit with my thumb while I rubbed her g-spot. I could feel and hear how wet her pussy was as my fingers went in and out of her pussy. I leaned down again and flicked her clit hard with my tongue. I went up to let her taste again and she and she lifted up and kissed me passionately. I put my arm behind her head then so she won't hit her head against the couch arm. Her husband then leaves the room and comes back in and puts a condom on the table beside us saying we might need it. I then really go to work again hitting her g-spot fingering her hard as I can. As She cums again her pussy contracts squeezing my fingers in her pussy. She also bites my arm to keep from screaming. I pick up pace causing her to cum harder. She grabs my hand and stops me from fingering her I suck on her tit and pull my fingers up she tastes them. Then she kisses me passionately again and I ask her what she wants she tells me she wants my dick inside of her pussy and I tell her to take it. I help her up and sit down on the couch. She starts to suck my dick slowly licking just the head at first. She deep throats me as her husband walks out of the room again. She looked at me and asked if it was ok with me for her to suck him while she fucked me. He came back in the room she led him over and pulled his pants off and pushed him on the couch. 

She started stroking both of us at the same time taking turns sucking our dicks. She then got on the couch as I put on a condom. I inserted into her doggy style as she sucked his dick. I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard as she moaned around his dick. I started fucking her harder and she quit sucking his dick as he came. I could feel her pussy throb around my dick as I fucked her hard. I grabbed her hips so I could pull her against me harder.

She came hard around me then pulled away from me and started to suck me again. She sucked hard tiring to make me cum as she massaged my balls. Then she sucked my balls as she stroked me till I came.

From there we cleaned up and dressed and she took me home while her husband went to bed to be ready for work the next day. When we got to my place she gave me a deep passionate kiss to cap the night off and promises of another fun night.



Invited Intruder Pt. 01



The house is silent. You lie motionless on your bed. You have put on something special for him... a matching set of lingerie. You can't seem to close your eyes. At the slightest hint of sound, you strain your ears. Was that him? No. Just the house settling. A car passing by on the street outside. Wait, was that the door being softly closed? Locked? You wait for what feels like an eternity, your breath catching shallowly. No. No. Everything is quiet.

You can feel your heart racing. Just thinking about this has had you on edge all day. Is it really going to happen? What is he... going to do to you? You told him to be rough... but how far will he go? There is a taste of fear mixed in with your excitement. Your arousal. The knowledge that you are giving up control, completely, is intoxicating. Just thinking about it makes you shiver a little.

For the hundredth time tonight you roll over and look at the clock. Fuck. He's late. Really late.

You check your phone. He wasn't supposed to text you unless something had gone wrong. But you have no messages. He's not coming. That loser. You check the clock one more time. Then your phone. Nothing.

Grumbling, you climb out of your bed- where just moments before, you had imagined him. Looming over you. Pouncing on you, holding you down, you squirming beneath his weight and strength, trying to fight...

You put on a robe and pad softly toward the kitchen. Maybe you'll fix yourself a drink. You still feel a little nervous, in spite of yourself. You don't bother hitting the lights, you know your way in the dark.

You're almost to the kitchen when it happens. Fast. You don't even hear him. But in an instant, you feel him behind you. All you can manage is a startled yelp before a gloved hand wrenches your chin back painfully, the rough fibers filling your mouth. His other arm snakes across your body and clamps, firmly, right between your legs.

Oh god, he can feel how hot you are, even through his glove. For a moment, your bodies are pressed together. You feel his angular body behind you, the strength of his arms intense, holding you firmly against him... an image flashes into your mind, unbidden, him lifting you clear off the ground without shifting his grip. Lifting you with a hand on your neck, and the other still gripping you by the crotch. You feel his body tensing, almost as he's read your mind...

"Scream and you're dead, bitch."

He growls harshly into your ear. But you feel him relax ever so slightly. You twist suddenly, and then elbow him in the chest- he lets you go, and you start to run down the hall.

But he's fast. You can hear his footsteps pound behind you before he lunges, catching your legs, yanking you to the floor. You get your hands beneath you just in time to land roughly, smacking down on your palms. In an instant he is on top of you, tearing at your robe and spinning you around to face him. His weight comes crushing down on you, his knees pinning your legs, jamming into you, his hands locking your wrists uncomfortably to the floor, twisting your arms.

"You fucking bitch. You hit me."

You can tell that he wants to slap you. Hard. But he can feel you tensing, getting ready to struggle. He can't let your hands go. Instead, he gets an idea.

And spits in your face. You are stunned. His hot, wet saliva is spattered on your cheek. It makes you think of something else. Do you think he will do that to you, too?

"You like it, don't you, you slutty little cunt?"

He knows you won't struggle much, now. His spit is cooling on your cheek, and he reels back on his knees and rips what is left of your robe off. He pauses for just a moment to take in the sight of your chest. Then he slaps your left breast. Hard. You whimper, and he snakes back up to your face, his hand gripping your neck, almost choking you.

"Shut the fuck up. You like it."

He tears your bra down so that it clings around your abdomen and then viciously pinches both of your tits. You gasp again, in spite of yourself. He looks at you angrily and quickly stands over you.

"Get up, slut."

You slowly rise, thinking about trying to run again... but before you can do anything he slams you roughly up against the wall, pinning you with his body.

"I thought I told you to shut up."

With one hand he yanks your panties down your thighs.



Inviting Disaster over Us



WARNING:

I believe that as long as people all agree on the sexual acts committed they should do so with the people they want. I do not see gay/bi or straight sex with multiple partners as doing anything wrong. Therefore one should be warned before reading any of my stories that gay/bi or straight sex with multiple partners can occur. If you are offended by any of this? Stop reading now. 

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"You can't Rachel," he plainly stated. "You know what mom and dad said." Sam took another bite from his apple and resumed reading the paper. 

Rachel and Sam were left alone for the next two days while their parents had decided their marriage needed a new spark and they hoped that two weeks in Aruba would do the trick. Sam had been put in charge of the household money and his dad had made it clear to the both of them that he was to keep Rachel out of trouble and he had full say over her dos and don't s. She turned 18 only a few weeks before and she was every bit her mother, both in the physical sense, having a very petite frame with long red blond curly hair, and the literal, having the same short fuse when it came to not getting what she wanted.

"Oh come on, don't be such a puss!" She said as she grabbed the paper out of Sam's hands letting out a squeal of mischief. 

Distracted Sam looked up at his sibling. How often had he looked at her and turn his head down in shame as his dick grew watching her small frame and firm perky breasts. Man she was a sight. And he would do anything for her. On the other hand, Sam himself, at age 24 wasn't ugly either. Short blond with a tint of red curly hair, but perhaps his slightly skinny built which together with his length of 5'2 didn't boost his confidence much. He never really learned to stand up for himself; he was like his farther in that sense. 

Rachel was even smaller at 5'1. She had kept her hair long as all her friends around her had cut theirs short, so now at the age of 18 her long blond reddish hair almost came to her butt. Those big brown eyes grew wider as she stood before him smiling. "You want this?" she spoke as she held up the paper. "Come and get it then!" She ran through the open patio door laughing. Sam couldn't suppress a small smile as he watched her bikini clad ass run out. Who wouldn't give chase?

As he walked out into the backyard he saw his paper laying on the ground his sister nowhere in sight. As he bent down to pick it up he suddenly was refreshed as big splatter of water shot up from the pool. "Heehaw! Got ya!" Rachel squealed with delight as she looked up at him from the water. 

"Nice sis, thanks for that. And I'm already late for work." he looked down and sure enough his sweater was soaked. 

"Pff just call in sick, come have a swim with me!" she retorted as she put her feet at the edge of the pool and pushed herself away. As Sam looked at his sister doing a back crawl his eyes immediately went to her bikini covered breasts. The flimsy material was barely enough to suppress her pointy breasts. Man the things he would do to a chick like that if she wasn't his sister. He must have kept staring a bit too long because suddenly he was broken from his dream as he heard her say "See anything you like?" She had a puzzled look on her face as she drew a small smile knowing fully well what he was looking at. 

"Huh what?" The realization he was oggling his sisters breasts came flushing back to him and suddenly he was without words. Rachel saw the discomfort written on her brothers face and decided to tease him some more. She knew how to play him and maybe he would let up and give her what she wanted then. She stopped swimming and walked towards the shallow end of the pool, her petite frame coming into full view. She dried the water from her hair with her hands and drew a big grin. "Its ok you know. I like it when men look at me. Makes a girl feel sexy." She seductively let her hands flow down her curves to her hips as she stood at the edge of the water looking up at her brother.

"Wha... yo... you shouldn't speak like that Rach. If mom and dad could hear you they would throw a fit." Sam spoke agitated, he knew his sister was a careless tease but this was pushing it even for her. "Hah! You should hear mom talk when you and dad aren't here. Women are supposed to drive men insane." She was grinning now. That was just like her, coming up with ridicules lies about their mom. "So what do you say? Care to spend a day lying about with your little sis?" She had gotten out of the pool and was climbing up the diving board. "That is if you can stand to see my female form jiggling that is!" She was laughing at her own cruel joke as she bounced on the diving board causing her tits to bounce with her. Her skimpy bikini barely constraining her white c cups.

As he watched her he felt blood rushing into his dick as it started to grow. "I guess there are worst things" he mumbled to himself making sure Rachel didn't hear him. "What was that?" She spoke as she paid him no attention and finally jumped back into the water. "You're right. Sun is shining and I really could use a day off. I'm going to call in sick, then ill start the barbeque." "Woo woo!" Rachel hollered from the other side of the pool. "Look out world! My brother is finally letting loose and enjoying life!" She raised her hands above her head, causing one boob to nearly pop out. 

Sam couldn't help but smile at that. "Better watch out that nothing else pops loose." He replied clearly meaning her breast. She looked down and smiling she tugged at her bikini top. With one final glance at her luscious body he headed into the house to call his work.

Sam came out, dressed in his swim pants and a towel over his shoulder. Rachel yelped, peering over her big sunglasses from where she was lounging on a chair. Her pale skin was soaking up as much sun as it could take.

"Don't have to call back in until Monday." He replied as he made his way to the stone grill. "Great!" She exclaimed as she jumped up and strode towards him. "Sam? Can I please... please call Owen?" She stood next to her brother, her breasts almost brushing his side. 

Owen. Sam almost threw up when he heard that name. Rachel had been dating Owen for a week now, of course without telling their parents, much to Sam's dislike. Rachel knew how much Sam hated that guy, having spent the better part of his high school years being the butt of many of Owen's jokes. Owen had on multiple occasions ridiculed, humiliated and mocked Sam, and at the end, on prom night he had showed up with Sam's girlfriend on his arm. The whole school had laughed when Sam had entered alone.

And now Owen was fucking his sister, or would soon enough, knowing him. Rachel always told Sam everything and he was sure she would have mentioned it. Owen always bragged about the girls he slept with, and now his sister, the girl who he loved so much, more then he cared to admit to anyone would soon know the touch of his biggest rival. Sam snapped out of his trance like state when he felt his sister hugging him, her big breasts pressing into his arm. "Please Sam!" Looking down at her cute little face, with those gorgeous eyes staring back he couldn't help but wonder what she would see in a jerk like him. He wanted her to be happy though.

"Rach if Dad were to find out..." he let the words hang there. Rachel knew how their dad felt about black guys. Her Mom would be ok with it; at least that's what she hoped for. Her mom was much easier going like that, much like herself, unlike Dad or Sam. 

"Then make sure he doesn't." She spat as she stopped hugging him. Her eyes turning cold she added "Or ill tell them about your secret weed stash." Rachel suddenly seemed alien to Sam. She had fits like this. Their mom had them too. Hurtful things were said during these phases and both Sam and his dad knew to stay clear when they happened. With them on their holiday, and Sam in charge that wasn't an option.

"Is this about what happened at high school? Jeez you're still on that? That was ages ago!" She almost yelled at him. 

Enough was enough! He had told her plenty of times that the guy was no good and now she was actually using the things he had told her in confidence against him? But before he could think of a smart retort she added "Or are you scared?" she took a step closer, getting in his face adding to his discomfort in her half dressed state.

"What!? Heck no!" He replied unsure of himself. "It's just... it's that... I..." his words trailed off. He was scared. The one time he had tried to stand up to Owen had resulted in him getting his ass handed to him. Owen had just been stronger. Luckily no one had been there but Sam had relived that encounter many times in the years after.

"Ok then he's coming!" Rachel stated. Sam knew that there would be no talking her out of it now. Once she had made up her mind she kept at it. What she did next surprised him though. Suddenly she reached behind her and magically a phone had appeared in her small hands. Where did she have that stored? Even worse, it had been on during their little argument. Cringing he heard her talk to his nemesis.

"You hear that Owen? So you're coming? Great! Be sure to bring a suit we are swi... ha ha no no I don't think he would go for that..." She looked up at her brother. "I don't think he is though... yeah his face is turning red. Ok see you soon, kiss kiss" As she hanged up her phone her eyes met Sam's. And for a few seconds their eyes locked.

"Call him back Rachel! Tell him he can't come over!" He tried to threaten her, causing no more then a laugh from her. She snapped the phone shut and placed it between her breasts, letting it dangle. "Make me" Was all she said. To emphasize her point she stuck out her chest. 

For a few minutes he was in turmoil... all he had to do was reach out... he looked down, staring at her white perky freckle covered breasts. What he wouldn't give. Looking up he saw her smiling.

"It's true, you really are a pussy" she spoke, Sam was unsure if she was still joking or simply stating a fact. She stared a bit more at him, still baiting him to reach out and take her phone from between her breasts but when he made no move to take it she walked back to her lounge chair. Just to tease she added a bit more sway to her walk making sure her ass looked good from where her brother was standing.

Sam tried to put her and Owen out of his mind focusing on getting the grill started but it wouldn't work. How was he to behave around Owen? He hoped Owen would just focus on his sister, leave him alone. But then what if he focused too much on Rachel? He would have to say something! He was her brother. He was taught to protect her. But against Owen? Sam couldn't even defend himself against him. When he finally had the fire going the doorbell rang, causing his sister to jump up. Before she went, she adjusted the top of her bikini. At least she has a little decency, Sam thought.

"Teehee hee! There he is! Yo white boy!" a thick dark voice boomed from the patio door. Sam felt his muscles tighten as he forced himself to look. There stood Owen. He was even bigger then Sam had remembered him, a good 10 centimeters taller then him, and practically towering over Rachel. Sam just stammered back. The biggest ass he had ever met, and here he was standing in Sam's own backyard. 

Rachel was all smiles, unaware or just plain not caring about her brother's discomfort at the situation. She felt Owen's strong hand squeeze her bikini clad ass tighter as they moved towards the stone grill. She felt so good when he was near. He was so strong and manly with her. She felt save with him. She wasn't oblivious to the fact that Owen lacked certain tact when he talked to people but she found it endearing. And although they hadn't gone as far as to actually sleep together she knew she wouldn't be able to wait much longer. During their date where he had taken her out dancing she had felt his cock through his pants and it had felt huge. The idea of having something so big in her, filling her, made her hotter then she had ever been.

"How's it going Sammy?" Owen spoke as he looked at Sam who now stood a few feet away. "Still dick less?" And with that he let out a booming laughter that would haunt Sam for many nights to come. Rachel gently pushed her butt against Owen. "Stop teasing my brother!" "Who's teasing?" Owen replied, giving Sam a little too hard of a shove to be playful.

"Oh by the way Sam, I gave Owen one of dad's swimming pants, he forgot his. It's a little big maybe, but I doubt Owen could fit yours." Rachel stated while using a fork to poke one of the meatballs Sam had put on the grill.

Sam found the courage to meet the black man eye-level. Owen in turn just stared straight back. When neither of them moved for a few minutes Rachel tried to intervene. She walked between the two of them and standing on her feet trying to get his attention, she kissed Owen on the cheek. "Please don't start any trouble you two, just leave him be sweetie." Owen kept staring at Sam as he let his hands travel over the back of his girl. Sam followed the dark man's hands until finally they rested on his sister's ass. Rachel just kept kissing his face trying to cool his temper.

Owen started grinning when he saw the brother not look away while he softly squeezed Rachel's petite ass, when he had slowly pulled one cheek apart so her cherry hole was becoming visible and Rachel softly moaned is when Sam turned his attention back to the grill. 

Owen kept his eyes on Sam and kissed Rachel halfheartedly back. "Yeah whatever." He finally relented casting his eyes down to her and immediately having a grin on his face as he looked down at her tits. "You look good enough to eat babe!" Owen spoke as he licked his big lips. Rachel punched him in the stomach for teasing her. "You better believe I'm getting some of that later!" To emphasize his point he slapped both his hands on her ass cheeks causing her to squeal and Sam for a moment to look up. With a shit eating grin on his face Owen did a back flip off the side of the pool into the water. Rachel took a step closer to her brother so Owen wouldn't hear. "Thanks for taking it so good Sam. I really like Owen and I hope in time you will learn to like him too. Look at his body! He's got an amazing figure doesn't he? So athletic..." Rachel almost lost her train of though as she looked at the black muscular body swimming through the water. She felt her pussy get moist and her nipples started to harden.

"Yo," Owen yelled as both Rachel and Sam turned to look just in time to see Owen pull himself up out of the water and onto the side. Due to the size of the swimsuit Owen was wearing and the sudden force of upward motion most of his black pubic hair and the base of his cock came into view causing both Rachel and Sam to gasp. Owen paid it no head as he strolled over. The two siblings both continued to stare at his crotch when Owen started laughing. "Its ya dad's suit. Made for an older, fatter guy." He tried to pull it up, but now that it was wet it kept sliding down until at one point it barely covered his black cock thereby exposing most of his 10 and a half inch dick.

"Can't we just skip the suits eh babe?" Owen spoke as he looked at Rachel hands on the waistband of the shorts, ready to drop them at any point.

Sam suddenly felt his courage come back and spoke up "Keep it covered Owen." Sam spoke quietly meaning to sound threatening but convincing no one. Merely agitated Owen looked at the eldest of the two siblings.

"Told you he wouldn't go for it." Rachel said as she rolled her eyes at Owen. "Mr goody toe shoes." She added as she turned towards Sam stuck out her tongue, winked and pressed her back against Owen, immediately feeling Owen's loose hanging dick against her back.

"Well he isn't the boss now is he?" Owen stated as he moved towards Sam who instinctively drew back from the bare muscular form coming for him. "Look at him! He's scared aint ya?" Owen couldn't suppress a smile.

Sam tried answering, tried looking back, anything really but he just couldn't. Instead he simply stared down. 

"No he isn't! He's my big brother, he's just being friendly. He would protect me if I needed it." Rachel came to his defence standing with her back to Sam. "Is that right? You would help ya sis if she needed protection?" Owen got in Sam's face who tried to look away, hoping they would drop the subject. "You're a big boi eh?" Owen spoke challenging. "What about now?" Owen suddenly reached out with his hand ripping Rachel's top from her body, the flimsy material easily ripping under the sudden force. Rachel let out a grunt at this sudden display of testosterone as her tits became visible for all to see. Sam gasped in surprise by this sudden turn off events. Then the three of them all stared at Rachel's chest. After regaining her posture she tried her best to cover her milky white breasts with her arms but she was unsuccessful. Her face turned red as she realised her situation.

"Do something!" Owen spoke as he shoved the bikini top in front of Sam's face. Sam in turn just kept looking at his sister's breasts, his cock growing in his swimsuit. Rachel turned to Sam, her eyes pleading for help in this embarrassing situation. "And why you hiding them tities! You got nothin' to hide."

Rachel thought for a moment and then slowly let her hands down.

"Sam?" Rachel softly spoke, walking towards him. 

Owen to the side who was openly scratching his pubic hair couldn't help but laugh. Sam just looked down until his eyes met with his sister's. He wanted to warn her, to tell her to run, call their parents but... he couldn't. He was the man of the house now. He had to stop this but the mixture of the emotions was too much for him and he just couldn't utter a word staring blankly back at the hot sight of his topless sister. "Pff what a puss-ah. Look at him standing there. Letting his little sis go topless with a naked black man around." Owen uttered with the utmost contempt as his shorts got lower then they had been. Owen walked towards Rachel and as he came to stand behind her, started cupping her perfect white tits causing his own cock to stiffen even more. As Owen continued he felt Rachel press back into him. She wanted it all right. "Go on ask your brother for help, ask him what he would do for you."

"Sam? Sam?" her lips were shaking now, why wasn't her brother standing up for her? Sure it felt good but her big brother the guy she looked up to was letting this black guy have his way with her? "Please... oh god Sam, it feels sooo good..." Her tiny dark nipples stood erect and in direct contrast to her big white breasts. She had to steady herself as Owen stepped back and almost violently pulled down her bikini bottoms. She grasped forward and was caught by Sam who met her eyes as Owen went to one knee and started licking away at her cunt. 

Sam heard soft moans of pleasure escape his sister's lips as she was being serviced by this black asshole who had humiliated him so many times. Her breasts bounced against Sam's chest as Owen was working her into frenzy. Sam had tried to suppress his own six inch dick that was at this point nearly bursting out of his swimsuit. Here he was, getting a hard on for watching his sister getting finger fucked. He heard Owen's fingers sloshing in and out her cunt, looking down he saw the moister that had run down onto her inner thighs. Looking at her face he saw she had closed her eyes as a few tears of pleasure ran down her freckled cheeks. She was softly biting her lower lip, unable to contain a soft moan. Sam had to put a stop to it. 

"Owen... Owen please stop doing... that." Sam asked as politely as he could, hoping that while he couldn't physically protect his little sister he could at least try to reason with the black guy.




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Owen let out a loud laughter shattering any hope of him stopping his treatment of Rachel, who was literally shaking on her legs just to keep herself upright. 

"Look at ya! Tiny dick of yours is hard isn't it?" Owen had stopped his assault and was now standing and watching the two siblings. Sam looked down and his face turning red realised the black man was right. His cock had gotten hard and was now clearly visible in his swimsuit. "Well no use for this any more" Owen spoke as he let the loose fabric around his waist fall on the garden titles. Sam looked and his eyes were drawn to the black meat that hang half erect between Owen's legs. 

"How about I put some of this in ya little sis'Sam?" Owen spat as he savagely jerked his big dick up and down.

"Ugh!" Rachel gasped at the thought. 

"No... n...no please don't!" Sam cried out. He nearly exploded at the thought of this brutal, evil guy having his wild ways with his sister. Looking down he saw the quivering little pouting face of his sister. She was crying but tears he had never seen before. Before he could utter any more words he was cut off by Owen.

"Fuck what you want! I want to hear it from her!" He walked up to her, completely removed from cloths by now. Standing behind her he started to slap his dick against her pussy. 

"Uuuh! Ooh uhh!" Rachel moaned as her body shook with pleasure.

"Sam... please..." Rachel looked up at Sam. He was unsure what she meant... he had never seen her like this. His little sister... she knew who Owen was... what did she expect him to do?

"What's it gonna be girl?" Owen was now working his big brown head over her pussy lips, it looked like he would just slam into her at any minute.

"Oh god!... Sam please!" He felt her grip tighten on his arms. Deep down he knew what she meant.

"Wha... what do you w-ant me to do?" He stuttered, feeling every syllable course through his own dick as he realized what he was about to witness.

"Just stay," She mouthed the last word "Please"

Sam nodded as he held on to her. 

"What's it gonna be girly?" "Ah aha hah" He made a weird noise as he dipped in a few inches.

"Oh fuck me oh god please!" Rachel cried out as she let her self fall back a bit so that more inches were inserted. 

"Hahaha!" Owen laughed as he pushed forward as well. Next he started making cooing sounds sounding his approval over Sam's sister. 

Her long hair trashed around as Owen started to pick up some pace. Rachel just made an Oooh mouth as he grunted and pulled her hips back and forth. 

Sam felt his knees shake as the sensation of the noises the smells and the sight went through his system. For a second he closed his eyes and softly moaned. 

"Haha well look at Sammy... little bro getting his rock off while lil sis get's some black." Owen chuckled, never giving up his activity.

Sam was unsure at what he meant but then when he looked down he saw that his hand had warped itself around his dick. Looking at Rachel she just had a shocked look on her face. 

"That's ok Sammy, guess being a slut for black cock runs in the family." Owen smugged as he pulled Rachel back by her arm, then reached around and roughly grabbed a breast, squeezing it. His assault on her vagina had continued, and Sam felt his body shudder at the sight before him. Her small almost child like pussy was now red and swollen. Her wetness betrayed her, she was enjoying it.

Sam looked back and only few feet away were the garden sofa. Walking backwards he let himself down. He couldn't care any more. He just kept jerking off. He knew what Owen could do. And he couldn't blame her.

"Ugh fuck your tight baby girl." "Make a nigga cum all up in here" "Ooh fuck fuck fuck!" Owen just kept shouting profanities, and it was making both Sam and Rachel hotter by the moment. 

"Ooohho!" "Check this out!" Owen suddenly withdrew causing Rachel to suddenly be snapped back to reality.

As Sam looked at Owen's dick the all familiar sensation coursed through him but more intense then he had ever felt and the thick white foam on the hard throbbing dick had set him off. White streams of hot cum flew upon his chest as he just kept pumping his hand up and down. Before Rachel could catch her breath Owen dragged her by the arm towards the garden sofa.

"Look! Look what we made your brother do!" Owen smiled as he stuck his open hand in Sam's direction. 

"Oh my god Sam... did... did we make you do that?" She looked with genuine shock at Sam.

Sam looked down and he himself was surprised at how much he had cum. He was covered in it. 

"Now put your feet on the bench!" Owen commanded as he slapped her ass again. Her pussy was covered in her juices as she had clearly cum on his dick. As Owen walked behind her Sam realized it still wasn't over. And as he watched as Owen was once again working his dick into his little sister Sam felt his own dick get hard again, despite having cum only minutes before. 

"Uuugh!!" Rachel cried out as he was once again forcing his way into her. She felt like her pussy would never be the same again. 

"Oooh fuck, so fucking tight!" Owen grunted as he was really ramming into her now. The smacks of wet flesh against wet flesh and their grunting echoed through the evening air. 

Sam was once again stroking his own dick using the cum from his earlier climax as lubricant. Owen kept the tempo up for a good 10 minutes more when the black man who was now covered in sweat started signaling his arrival and Sam suddenly wondered if the black lunatic had sense enough to pull out. Looking at Rachel she had similar mind. 

"Sam... Sam... I'm..." "OOH FUCK!" "Sam I'm not on the pill!" She suddenly alarmed. 

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck." Owen kept grunting and his assault seemed to reach climax. 

"Owen, Owen you need to pull out!" Sam stood up, his right hand as well as his dick covered in cum while some dripped down on the pool tiles. 

"Wha?" Owen said through hazed eyes never seizing his assault. 

"Don't cum in her dude! She is ovulating!" Sam cried standing next to them.

"Sam hurry! Stop him or something! I can feel he is close!" Rachel bit her lip as she did all she could to keep standing and not giving in to her own lust.

"Ohhh ohhh oh fuck oh fuck." Owen grunted as he pouted his lips. Sam knew that look at any moment the black Adonis could shoot his load and forever be tied to his sister. Shaking he reached out a hand, trembling reaching towards those big dark muscles. He saw the black flesh flex as it had a tight grip on his little sister's hips.

Owen started to shake his head. He seemed out of his mind. "Take it baby... take my seed, take it like you earned it!!" He suddenly bellowed. He roughly slapped her ass against his groin as he trusted his dick into her. 

"Ooh oh god oh fuck I'm cumming!" Rachel yelled out "I can feel it filling me, oh god Sam, I'm so full!" 

With every thrust Owen kept pumping more and more potent black seed into the petite white girl and he let out load "Oh oh oh oh's". The way the black ass cheeks were clenching and Owen kept pumping into his sister told Sam he would fill her to the rim.

Sam looked down and saw his own dick go off. Hanging slightly limper then stiff, thick strings of seed landed on his pubic hair and added to the mess that was already there. He almost sat down as he felt his knees tremble. 

"Ooh fuck that felt good girl..." Owen smiled as he slapped her ass slightly softer this time. As he walked backwards his thick limp dick flopped out her gaping hole and only now was it clear how messy he had left her hole. The slime of their love making still covered his black dick that still hang half limp. "Oh my god what am I going to do!" Rachel looked back over her shoulder at Owen and Sam.

Her swollen red, gaping, pussy made a perfect bulls eye with her butt cheeks framing the picture. Her hips were still swaying as if they were still being drilled. Every now and then a drip of semen would drop down on the titles. 

"Come Sammy..." Owen gently but urgently took Sam by the arm. Looking at those dark brown eyes Sam knew what was expected, and without any thought went to one knee and pressed his face against the smelly red mess that was his sister's vagina. The strong aroma of their love making still in the air he pressed his tongue forward.

"Ooouuuhhh!" She yelped out as the sensation of having her older brother perform oral stimulation on her. Now Owen was steadying her as he pushed her ass into Sam's face. What ever restrained she had had of trying to keep the black man's seed within her had evaporated when she felt her body shake and her third orgasm took over. She felt it leak out of her, right on her brother's face. Thick white drops of cum would leak out of her and into Sam's mouth. 

Just when things started to slow down and Sam stood up, his face covered in the juices of Rachel and Owen, the siblings heard an all familiar voice.

"Oh my god! Rachel! Sam!"

All three looked at the entrance to the kitchen and sure enough, their Mom and Dad had come home early!



Inviting Her Best Friend



Let me set the scene. I went to university at the age of 18 in London, England. When I got there I found that there were so many beautiful Indian girls, many of them who'd come to England just to go to university. It wasn't long before I made friends with many of them and soon found myself dating one of these girls, who was from Bombay. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had a voracious sexual appetite, despite her being a virgin when we met, and I was more than happy to help her satisfy her desires.

One day we were in her room in the houses of residence, just chatting about various things. As the talking began to die down, she moved to come and sit next to me on her bed. As we got cosy, we began to kiss as our tongues explored each other's mouths and I moved slowly to kiss her neck. My hands began to work their way over her body as I slipped my hand into her blouse and began to caress her nipples as they stood erect. My fingers reached for the clasp as I undid it and felt her breasts go free as they were relieved from the strain of being trapped in her bra.

As things heated up, her top and jeans were soon removed as she undid my shirt and stroked the hair on my chest. Her mouth worked down my body as her hands moved to my belt buckle and she slowly pulled off my jeans and she sat straddling me. As my hands worked over her back and stroked her hair gently, she let out little moans of anticipation, waiting for the time when either my mouth or my fingers moved over to her breasts or down into her moist welcoming pussy.

We lay side by side, in the spoons position, as my erect penis approached her from behind. My fingers worked her right breast as my other hands ran through her fluffed up bush and burrowed into her pussy, as it discovered her clitoris which stood erect and hard and became slippery as I focused my attention this spot. Her moaning grew louder and louder as my fingers worked all over her breasts and deep into her crevices and she let out an ear splitting groan as she came and her juices came flooding out. I was yet to enter her and was enjoying watching her come.

As she lay in my arms enjoying the post orgasmic glow, she turned around and began to caress my chest and stroked me all over. As she moved down my body, there was a thumping at the door. Without hesitation my girlfriend got up, showing her glorious and resplendent body, and went to the door with not a stitch on. Despite my protestations, she ignored me. As I grabbed the sheets to cover myself, she opened the door to find one of her friends standing there. She held her hand and asked her in. Needless to say I was shocked, as this was the last thing that I had expected.

As she led her friend in, she kissed her on the cheek and spoke to her.

"We're having such a good time here, why don't you join us?" Without waiting for a response, she kissed her again and she slipped off her friend's jacket. I still could not believe what was happening, but was becoming excited as I made myself more comfortable on the bed. My girlfriend and her friend kissed each other as they clenched and held each other tightly as she piece by piece removed each item of clothing that her friend wore, until the both were on the bed next to me writhing in pleasure as they both worked on each others body. I just sat back and watched, waiting for them to enjoy each other. They tried many positions, standing, lying down and even 69 as their tongues worked on each others' pussies. The other girl's body was as stunning as my girlfriend and she was a bit darker. It was obvious from how they worked together that she was more experienced than my girlfriend.

Having watched for over fifteen minutes, I could take it no longer. I approached my girlfriend from behind and put my hand on her stomach and stroked my way up to her breasts. As my fingers played with her nipples, I kissed her on the neck and I felt myself going hard once more. As my girlfriend moaned, I gently entered her pussy from behind and she gasped. I worked away at my girlfriend as her friend stood up and came and knelt next to me. As I concentrated on my girlfriend, I felt the other girl's tongue licking my balls and as soon as I felt the moist nature, I could not hold myself for even a second and I gushed, coming inside of my girlfriend. I withdrew quickly and pulled the other girl up from the floor. I could not believe how turned on I was and without thinking I started to kiss her. My hands once more worked away at her, and she started to whisper into my ear.

"Take me. Any way. Go on, try whatever you want. I'm game." I could not take it any more and I turned her around as we staggered over to the desk. She stood back to me, as I ran my fingers up the crack of her behind, and in front, which was so moist, from my girlfriend's saliva and her natural juices. I pushed my fingers deep into the other girl's pussy and bent her over the desk as I pushed into her arse. She let out a moan. Despite her experience, it was the first time that she had been taken up the arse. My girlfriend watched and as I continued to ram into her, I kissed my girlfriend and she was clearly enjoying watching.

After several minutes, of this she screamed as she came as her anal muscles clenched tight and I withdrew in time and my semen came gushing out as I withdrew, going everywhere over her back. We all three fell back on to the bed and enjoyed the moment that we had shared. We lay there for god knows how long and then we all crept together to the shower room, where we showered together.

That was the first time that I had seen this side of my girlfriend. We talked about it and I discovered how much she enjoyed the experience we made it a regular event and all 3 of us continued to enjoy great sex as a threesome.



Inviting Mark



Ginny bit her lip nervously and pushed an annoying strand of hair back behind her ear. It was the fourth time she'd done it that morning, and she knew it wouldn't stay there. Another minute and she'd feel it slide out again and drop down to tickle at her chin. It'd been cut too short, that was the problem. She'd told Michelle that she'd cut it too short, but Michelle had convinced her that it looked good. Michelle always convinced her of that, it was her job after all. 

"You ok up there Gin?" Ollie called from the kitchen. 

"I'm fine." She called back, then blew out a breath and added under her breath: "Just having second, third and even fourth thoughts." 

But Ollie wouldn't understand her reluctance. He'd wanted this for a long time now after all. Hell, probably since they'd first started dating all those years ago. Maybe even before. And now here they were, married and living in a semi in the suburbs, and yet still this idea of his just hadn't quit. 

Sex with another man. A threesome. Ginny chuckled at the thought, then sighed. 

She'd never really been that into sex, even back when she'd been an inquisitive teen, curious about everything. Oh don't get her wrong though, she liked sex, loved it in fact, but she thought that there were more important things to worry about in life. 

Ollie however, thought otherwise. But then he would. He was a bloke after all. 

He'd first broached the subject of her fucking another man tentatively. He hadn't known what her response would be after all, and he loved her, really loved her, and didn't want her upset or thinking bad of him. He'd brought it up during a love making session and Ginny had thought it was so much dirty talk of his, just designed to spice things up a little. 

She'd laughed it off, much to Ollie's annoyance - they were fucking at the time after all, and he'd gone quiet on the subject for a little while. 

But of course, he'd brought it up again not a week later. This time they'd been lying naked together on the bed, her body still washed in the afterglow of orgasm, and this time he'd probed further. 

Again she'd not even entertained the idea though. They were married, husband and wife, and she only wanted him, that's why they were together. End of. 

He'd argued with her of course, he was stubborn like that. 

"It's nothing to do with love, sweetheart" Ollie had laughed, but she could tell he was exasperated too. 

"How can you separate the two things?" She'd countered. 

"How can you not? Love and sex don't have to be one and the same, Hun. We love each other, that's a given. We're perfect together and we have this amazing connection that can't be broken, not by anyone, Gin. Sex with someone else has got nothing to do with love. Look," He'd rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows, trying to get over his point. "When the two of us have sex, then that's exactly what it is, making love - You can feel it. But introducing someone else, either a man or a woman, won't alter that between us. The two of us'll still be making love, while the other person will just be a, I don't know, a utility, a sex-toy if you like. Just something to add another level of fun to the bedroom." 

"Ha, you put it so nicely. So what you're really saying is that you're not satisfied with just me?" Gin had huffed, but only playfully. 

She'd wriggled her bare bottom into Ollie's crotch and his penis had twitched in response. No, he was most definitely satisfied with her it seemed. He grabbed a bare breast and squeezed it gently and his cock twitched again as if to prove the point. 

"Of course I'm satisfied with you, you idiot!" He laughed. "This is just something extra, trying something new and expanding our horizons. Choose your cliché. Hey if we don't like it then we don't do it again, simple as that. How do you know you won't like it 'til you've tried it anyway?" 

He'd smiled at that, as though he'd got one over her, all smug and self-important. She reached out and grabbed his cock and squeezed it, but not too hard. 

"Ouch!" He squealed. 

"What if I find another cock I like that's much better than this little thing?" 

She laughed and Ollie laughed too, nuzzling into her neck and biting. 

"We both know that that won't happen don't we?" He laughed. 

She hadn't let go of his manhood, and had instead felt it grow in her hand as she slowly pumped it backwards and forwards getting him hard again. 

Her answer, whatever it would've been was lost to his kisses, and then they were fucking again, this time long and slow and serious. 

After that she'd thought of the idea herself a few times, kicking it around in her head and seeing what her body thought of the suggestion. Now she'd known it was all up to her she found she was less alarmed at the idea. She knew it was just a bit of fun, and if anything it'd strengthen their bond rather than shake it. Besides, she thought it might be fun to go 'window-shopping' together. 

This had been when she was soaking in a bubble bath after a hard day at work, and her hand had drifted down between her legs almost self-consciously. She'd stroked her pussy lips, freshly shaved of course, and was surprised and a little breathless to find she was wet. 

She'd masturbated slowly thinking of both Ollie and another man worshipping her together, like two lovesick puppies willing to do anything to please her. She thought how it would feel to hold a cock in each hand, pumping one after another, and then getting down on her knees to flick her tongue at them. 

She'd cum hard and quickly, surprised at the speed of the orgasm, and had bitten her tongue as she did - hard enough to draw blood. 

She hadn't told Ollie about that little episode. 

And so as time had gone on and Ollie had persisted with it, she'd had the time to think things through logically. Slowly she came to the conclusion that yes, perhaps it would be fun to try, and who knows, perhaps it could just be sex, with no other connotations wrapped up in it. And besides, if she did agree to it, Ollie would owe her big time. 

So she'd told him that she'd do it, just once, to see how it was, because fuck it, you only live once. She'd told him as they'd made love of course, it seemed she could tease just as much as him after all. 

She'd pushed him onto his back and straddled him, feeling his hard cock as it slid up inside her and she'd rubbed her clit against him and whispered to him, looking him dead in his eyes. 

"I want to fuck another man for you." 

The result had been hilarious. The look of confusion, suddenly melting into sheer joy and unadulterated love, only to be replaced by such sexual ecstasy that it was almost pain as he came inside her, had cracked her up so badly she'd rolled off him laughing, almost breaking his cock as she did it. 

And now here they were. 

She fussed at her hair again, feeling first date butterflies in her stomach. She could hear Ollie pacing backwards and forwards downstairs, moving through the house and wearing a patch in the carpet. 

She blew out a breath and held out her hands in front of her. They were shaking. 

They'd found a willing guy easily enough of course. They'd joined a reputable swinging site and spent nearly two hours sitting in front of the laptop together, laughing and creating their profile carefully, stating exactly what it was they were looking for and what kind of guy they were after. 

They'd spent nearly another hour trawling through Ollie's stash of sexy photos of her just to find the right one to upload with the profile. Of course, that had ended in sex too. 

All those pictures of her naked and posing, some on her hands and knees, some flashing from store changing rooms, had been too much for Ollie, and he'd pulled her to him with a growl and bent her over and fucked her hard, as though he needed release. It'd been amazing. 

The first few guys that replied hadn't been what they wanted at all, but Ginny had sent back a polite thanks, but no thanks email to them all. They were either too old, too ugly or just plain too big. Although this was mainly for Ollie's benefit, she told herself, she bloody well wanted to enjoy the experience too. After all, this might be the one and only time she'd have the balls to try it. 

And then one dull overcast afternoon, they'd received an email from a local guy named Mark. Ginny hadn't been expecting much, based on the other mails they'd had, but was pleasantly surprised to find a picture of a young, attractive and normal looking guy with short brown hair. 

Mark only lived across town and had recently split up with his long term girlfriend and was looking to maybe have a little fun. He'd seen their profile and was blown away at how beautiful she looked. 

Ginny had blushed as she'd read this and Ollie had laughed out loud, nudging her with his elbow. 

"You bloody well fancy him, don't you?" He'd laughed. 

It was true though, she couldn't deny it. She liked his picture very much. Mark had accompanied his picture with a short but sweet email, ending with his phone number and telling them that he'd love to hear from them, but understood if he wasn't for them. 

Ollie had wanted to email him back there and then, but Ginny, with her cheeks still flaming had wanted to wait. 

"I still need to get my head round this," She told Ollie patiently. He was still as excited as a kid on Christmas Day. 

"But you like him right?" Ollie asked, beaming, almost desperate for her to agree. 

"I think he looks nice, if that's what you mean. But don't get your hopes up, he could still turn out to be an internet weirdo." 

But he hadn't been, and Ginny had eventually relented and messaged him back, passing on her own number, and soon after they were texting each other, nervously at first, but Ginny soon got braver. 

After another week Mark suggested the three of them meet for a drink, and Ollie had jumped at the chance. 

Ginny had picked her outfit as carefully as if this was a first date, which she supposed when you thought about it, wasn't far from the truth of it. Ollie had helped pick out an outfit, and when she gave a twirl in her black skinny jeans and tight t-shirt, he couldn't help but wolf whistle appreciatively and admire his gorgeous wife. 

Ginny had swatted him playfully at that and laughed. 

"Stop it," she managed. "Seriously, how do I look?" She smoothed down her hair one last time and struck what she hoped was a sexy pose, hand on hip. 

Ollie had looked at her with such love and adoration that she'd felt touched, and more than a little excited herself. 

"Gin," Ollie said stepping forward and cupping her cheeks with both hands. "You are an amazing person. I love you so much." 

He kissed her lightly on the lips at first, and then a little harder, and then they were pulling at each other, tongues twirling and bodies hard against each other. 

It was Ollie, surprisingly, who'd pulled back. 

"Jesus, Gin." He managed between breaths. "We can't, I'm so fucking horny I'd cum before you even got my jeans off." 

Ginny had laughed at that, but she was horny too. She could feel her pussy slick and wet, and her lace panties were damp. Jesus this whole situation was affecting her more than she'd realised. She was desperate to cum. 

"I want you to keep this feeling going, though." Ollie said with a wicked smile. "I want this sexual tension to reach new fucking heights tonight, this 'quiet drink' is going to be all the foreplay we need and when we get home later I'm going to fuck your brains out." 

Ginny had bitten her lip as he spoke. She was loving this new dirty side of her husband, it was something she so rarely saw. She'd known he had a higher sex drive than hers, but lately it seemed his dials were ramped up to the max. But what she hadn't realised, was that her own sex drive now seemed to be trying to catch up. She'd never felt so sexual. 

Ginny smiled her own wicked smile, and looking her husband directly in the eyes unsnapped the zip on her jeans and wriggled her hips out of them. 

"Ginny..." Ollie's eyes almost bugged out his head. He swallowed hard and Ginny could almost hear the click in his throat. "We can't..." 

She stepped out of the jeans then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. The front of them was dark and wet and Ollie couldn't take his eyes away. 

Ginny pulled the panties down, oh so slowly, rolled them down her thighs and then past her knees, finally stepping out of them completely. Her freshly shaved pussy was glistening and puffy and red. It ached to be touched. She ran the lightest of fingers down the wet slit tracing her moistness, then lifted the finger to her lips and opened her mouth. 

Ollie's mouth hung open now, the bulge in his own jeans huge and obvious. 

Ginny herself felt light headed. She placed her finger in her mouth and sucked, tasting herself for perhaps the first time ever. She tasted good - hot and musky. 

"Gin..." Ollie tried again, but couldn't form the words. 

Then Ginny bent and snagged her jeans up and wriggled back into them, leaving her panties in a heap on the bedroom floor. 

"Fuck Gin. Fuck, you're so hot right now." Ollie was still having trouble with his sentence structure, so Ginny just smiled and patted his cheek. 

"Just remember, when we meet this guy tonight, remember how wet I am. And remember that I haven't got any panties on either..." With that she turned and left Ollie stammering behind her. 

The 'date' had been almost as hot as they'd imagined. 

It was a little awkward to begin with, but Mark was polite and Ollie charming, and before long the three of them were drinking and chatting like old friends. The wine had flowed and Ginny was feeling good, and when Mark reached under the table to put his hand on her knee, she found herself smiling and didn't pull away. 

At the end of the night Mark had walked the two of them to Ollie's car. It was dark and the carpark was fairly empty, the only streetlight a good distance away, and after Ollie and Mark had shaken hands and Mark turned to Ginny, she was just drunk and horny enough to pull him close and plant a soft, wet lingering kiss on his lips. 

There'd even been a little tongue action, which spurred Mark on to move his hands from her waist, down and around to first cup, and then squeeze her butt. 

After Mark had gone and the two of them were alone in the car, Ollie had turned to her to say something, and Ginny had lost it. She'd grabbed her husband's face and kissed him so fiercely that she'd bitten his lip hard enough to taste blood. 

Then she was fumbling with his jeans and had pulled out the biggest erection she'd ever seen him have, and had dropped down and swallowed it whole, bobbing up and down and sucking and slobbering like a woman possessed. 

Her pussy had throbbed and her jeans had been soaked through, and when Ollie mumbled that he was about to cum, she hadn't stopped, had just went gone on sucking and licking until she'd swallowed it all. 

Yes that had been a good night. And now here they were. 

"Gin?" Called Ollie again from below. 

Ginny clenched her hands into fists, trying to stop the shaking, then held them out, palms flat. They still shook, but it was manageable. 

"Ollie?" She answered. 

"You still OK?" He called. 

Ginny looked at herself in the mirror again, and was more than happy with what she saw. She was dressed only in black underwear - matching black bra and panties. The bra was a lacy push up number and squeezed her small breasts together giving her an amazing cleavage. Her panties were lace too, a thong, and she half turned so she could see her arse in the mirror. Even she could appreciate how good it looked. 

Ollie had come up the stairs now, restless in his pacing, and stood on the last step leaning over the balcony, joining her in staring. His grin was infectious. 

"Looks good doesn't it Gin." He said smiling. 

Ginny stuck her tongue out at him and turned back to the mirror. She didn't like to tell him so, but his easy going almost casual nonchalance at the situation was working wonders at calming her nerves. 

Hey, it's just another day, don't sweat the fact that a relative stranger's on his way over to do who knows what to you, so just go with the flow daddy-o. 

She tucked back the strand of hair that'd come loose again, cursing Michelle under her breath a final time as she did it. 

Ollie came to her and his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her close. He planted a gentle kiss on the join where her neck met her shoulder and Ginny shivered. 

"You look beautiful," Whispered Ollie trailing the kisses higher up her neck to her ear where he nibbled playfully. 

Ginny groaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. It felt wonderful. Ollie dropped one hand to her crotch and cupped her pussy over her panties. It was hot and wet and Ginny groaned again, this time harder, as she felt his fingers begin massaging at her clit. 

Ginny reached back her own hand and grabbed roughly at Ollie's jean covered butt, thrusting her crotch forward into his fingers, trying to make harder contact, but Ollie pulled his fingers away gently, and she felt him smile against her neck. 

"You fucking tease," She whispered, smiling herself now, but wanting more. 

She could feel an orgasm somewhere deep inside her, and was shocked at how turned on she'd become, so quickly. 

There was a knock at the door below. 

Ollie pulled away from her, but turned her to face him with strong hands on her shoulders. Ginny let herself be turned and looked up into her husband's beautiful blue eyes. His eyes were one of the things that'd drawn her to him all those years ago, his best feature. They were filled with love. 

"Remember Gin, whatever happens, happens only if you want it to. You can go as slow or as quickly as you like. You're in charge of all this and don't you forget it. Still, saying that..." Ollie smiled that crooked smile of his at her. That had been his second best feature. "Go crazy Hun. I'm so fucking horny right now, and this is just gonna blow my mind." 

Ginny laughed and swatted him away. 

"Go and let him in lover boy, and bring him up to the bedroom." She wiggled her ass at him one more time, then crossed the landing and entered the bedroom herself. 

As Ollie trotted down the stairs to let Mark in, Ginny crossed to the bed and sat demurely on its edge, crossing her long legs. Her heart pounded and her mind was a whirl of emotions - apprehension, trepidation, curiosity. But the most powerful, at the moment at least, was good old fashioned lust. 

Now that she'd agreed to do this (for Ollie, she kept trying to convince herself) she was excited beyond reason. She was looking forward to just letting loose, to becoming a different person for a few hours, someone she'd never been before. It was like she was swapping lives. 

On an impulse she stood up again and crossed to the wardrobe. She could hear muted conversation in the hallway, but couldn't make out the words. She opened the wardrobe door and pulled out the highest heels she owned. 

They were black and sleek and suited her outfit perfectly. She'd hardly worn them, they were too tall for a start, and the one time she had braved them, she'd tottered around so alarmingly that she hadn't dared since. She crossed back to the bed and pulled them on, sitting down to do it, then striking what she hoped was a sexy pose. And then, she waited. 

Her heart was hammering in her chest like a runaway train, and she realised her mouth had gone dry. She just had time to think 'What the hell am I doing?' when she heard the boys coming up the stairs. 

She heard Ollie say "After you," and then time seemed to stretch out around her, thick like melting taffy. Everything seemed to gain clarity, even though afterwards she wouldn't be able to remember exactly how it'd all played out. 




Inviting Mark



Her breathing was now shallow and fast, and her pussy felt like it was on fire. Her breasts were tingling, something that she'd not experienced before, and she found it pleasantly distracting. Her nipples were two hard bullets in her bra, aching to be pulled and flicked, and she was suddenly acutely aware how ridiculous her pose was. Then Mark and Ollie were in the doorway. 

"Wow," Said Mark. 

Mark was wearing a simple plain white tee over faded jeans and had raked back his shaggy blonde hair. His eyes were wide and staring as he looked at her. 

Ginny was blushing furiously, she must've looked like some amateur reader's wife sprawled across the bed as she was, like she was waiting for the plumber to stumble in and find her. She sat forward quickly, crossing her arms across her waist. 

Silence spun out between them, threatening to make it awkward, but then Ollie was there, breaking the tension as he always did. 

"Fuck Gin, you look amazing!" He nudged Mark with an elbow. "I think that's what Mark had meant to say, y'know, before his eyes started bugging out like that." 

Mark and Ginny both laughed, and Mark blushed to his roots. 

"Sorry. Yes, of course that's what I meant. Ginny you look stunning. You just...took my breath away." 

It was Ginny's turn to blush now, but she managed to stand up at least, though her legs felt wobbly and unsteady. She took a single step forward and then the ridiculously high shoe's she was wearing twisted and she pitched forward, throwing up her arms for balance. 

Mark caught her easily as she came forward, and he was suddenly close - so close that she could smell the sweet spice of his aftershave. 

"I'm...I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz." Ginny started to mumble, looking into his eyes, but then Mark had dipped his head and they were kissing. 

Ginny was shocked, at first at least. Jesus, Ollie was right there watching her getting kissed... but then her body took over and she was kissing him back hard, tingling all over her body. 

She felt Mark's hands trail down her back and come to rest on her bare buttocks where they squeezed at the firm flesh. She moaned again but the sound was lost into the kiss. 

Mark pulled her closer and Ginny pushed her aching pussy into one of his jean clad legs. She could feel her wetness through the thong and rubbed harder, dry humping his leg like a dog on heat, but not caring. 

And then she felt Ollie's hands gripping at her waist and his own kisses on the nape of her neck and she felt fireworks of pleasure erupt inside her. Mark moved his hands away from her buttocks and groped round to her breasts. He squeezed them slowly and gently through the thin material of her bra as he continued kissing her deeply. 

In turn Ollie moved closer, and Ginny felt the hard bulge of his cock pressing urgently against her making her gasp. 

The sensation of the two men so close and intimate made her dizzy, and she tipped her head back, her eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She could feel Ollie's lips trailing up the back of her neck even as Mark moved his own down towards the hollow of her shoulders. He'd pulled her bra down to gain better access to her breasts and nipples, and Ginny reached up impatiently to undo the clasp and drop the bra to the floor. 

She now stood between the two men, naked save for her wet lacy panties and felt electric. Her breath came in ragged gasps and her body felt like it was on fire. 

Mark stood and the two of them kissed again, Ginny fumbling at the waistband of his jeans, undoing his belt and pulling apart the buttons. She grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it over his head, breaking the kiss as she did. 

Ollie was still kneading at her buttocks, but stopped long enough to reach up and hook his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pull them down, just a little way, before he breathed in her ear. 

"Are you sure about this Gin? I love you." 

Ginny smiled, even now all he was worried about was her. 

"Do it," She whispered back fiercely. "I want to be naked." 

Ollie smiled, then pulled at her panties with one sharp tug. They came down easily, and Ginny stepped out of them. Mark took a step back and looked at her, all of her. His eyes were sparkling, and his face was flushed as he took in the sight of her nakedness. 

Ginny expected to feel embarrassed, nervous even, but all she felt was empowered. This man was hooked, the look of pure lust in his eyes was testament to the fact, and he wanted her. Wanted her badly. His eyes travelled down her body taking in the firm globes of her breasts, her flat stomach, and her freshly shaved pussy, wet and puffy from her own need. 

She turned to Ollie, showing her arse to Mark in the process, even bending slightly to better show it off, then took her husband's hand. She placed it palm up on her left breast and Ollie squeezed playfully, pulling at her nipple. 

"You've wanted this for a long time haven't you, you little pervert." Ginny said, her eyes dancing and a wicked smile playing around her mouth. She felt good. It was if she was on some drug that heightened her senses and made her fearless, invincible. 

She'd tried coke once, a long time ago, back when she'd been a student living in Halls, and this almost felt the same. Almost. But without the social anxiety that coke brought, and this was all fucking natural. Though perhaps it was just as addictive. 

"Yes, I have." Said Ollie in a low voice. He was like a little puppy dog, hanging on her every word, that raging boner of his still tenting out the front of his jeans. 

"Well," Ginny continued, now leading her husband gently but firmly away from the bed and toward the reclining chair in the corner of the room. "I want you to get naked for me. Right now, and I want you to sit in this chair, and I want you to watch. I want you to watch your sweet little wife, getting fucked by this man." 

The affect this produced on her husband was comical. He stuttered and spluttered, blushed bright red and then in an instant he was shrugging out of his clothes just as fast as he could. 

Ginny smiled, one hand idly trailing down to her shaved pussy and stroking it, running a nail down her lips. The gesture made her groan, she couldn't help it. 

Once Ollie was naked, his erection jutting out at her like an exclamation, she kissed him lightly on the cheek and turned back to Mark. 

While Ollie had been undressing, Mark had slipped out of his jeans, and now stood only in a pair of white boxer shorts, his own erection pulling them out of shape. He looked bigger than Ollie already, and Ginny licked her lips as she sauntered over, all confidence now. She felt like a different person. The old Ginny would not even recognize herself. 

The two of them came together in another soft, slow kiss as Mark pressed up against her nakedness, and Ginny raised her hands and cupped his face. The two manoeuvred slowly to the bed before Mark broke away long enough to pull off his boxers. 

Ginny got her first good look at his cock and was pleasantly surprised with what she saw. He was indeed bigger than Ollie, and thicker with it. He was uncut, and it stood out straight as an arrow, pointing directly at her pussy as though it knew where it needed to be. 

Before she'd even had time to think, Ginny dropped to her knees before him and moved her head in close. She'd never been much for giving head before, could take it or leave it, but right here and now she couldn't think of anything she wanted more than to suck this big cock while her husband watched on, dumbfounded. 

She opened her mouth and took it in, gently but firmly closing her lips around it. It was hot and hard, and tasted good. She swirled her tongue around the shaft then slipped her head backwards pressing her tongue firmly against the base, and pulled out until the head rested on the tip of her lips, before she sank forward again, slurping at it like some amateur porn star. 

Mark groaned and grasped her head in his hands, pulling her hair tight around his fists and pulling her back, then forward again, impaling her, getting faster and faster. 

"Oh, fuck..." Said Ollie, and Ginny bobbed harder, her pussy twinging at her husband's words, knowing how slutty she must look to him. 

Her pussy was aching to be touched and she snaked a hand down and began rubbing at her clit and her lips, making a loud squelching, smacking noise as she thrust one then two fingers up inside herself. She was like a woman possessed. 

She had time to think that she was going to be embarrassed about the whole thing afterwards, but pushed it away. Hell if this was going to be a one-off, she was damn sure she'd enjoy it. 

Mark pulled his cock from her mouth with a loud pop, and Ginny almost sobbed in frustration, but then he was helping her to her feet again and kissing her mouth, his hands once again on her breasts, pulling at them. 

It was Ginny who pulled away this time and turned to the bed. She climbed on and positioned herself on all fours, facing toward Ollie. He was sitting forward in the chair, naked, his fist wrapped around his cock and pistoning it up and down as he jerked himself off. 

Ginny looked him in the eyes, and angled her arse into the air toward Mark, inviting him inside her. He didn't need to be asked twice. 

She felt him climb up behind her, and then the hard tip of his cock was nudging between her legs. She moaned out loud, still not quite believing what was happening. She was beyond turned on now, hadn't realised how horny one person could get, and her pussy was dripping. 

Then Mark was gripping her bare waist with strong fingers and with one amazing push, he slipped up and inside her until his balls rested against her shaved mound. 

Ginny screamed as the orgasm hit her instantly and took her away on its wave of intensity. She tried to maintain eye contact with Ollie, so he could see the pleasure, but she couldn't do it, her eyes closing involuntary. She was vaguely aware of Mark pulling out again then ramming home, in and out, in and out, and she could feel every ridge and contour of his cock as it fucked her. 

Her wave of orgasm hadn't subsided and she felt light headed. She reached back and grasped at Mark, squeezing his ass and trying to push him further inside her. 

She realised she was moaning words. 

"Oh God, fuck yes, oh God." 

She'd never talked dirty before, Jesus, what had she become? She didn't know, but she liked it. Liked it very much. 

Mark pulled out and lay back on the bed, his cock jutting up at a right angle, slick and shiny. Ginny looked back at him over one shoulder, her hair dishevelled and tumbling around her face, a wicked smile on her lips. 

"Fuck, you look amazing like that." Said Mark with his own smile. "Your pussy and asshole look good enough to eat." 

Ginny laughed and turned toward him slowly. She crawled up the bed, this time pointing her pussy and ass back at Ollie. She trailed kisses up Mark's bare legs as she went, then when she reached his cock she licked it from base to tip, watching it quiver. She climbed to her feet and squatted over it, the tip barely an inch from her wet pussy, she grasped it with one hand to steady herself and pumped it backward and forward, once. 

"You want me to sit on this don't you?" She asked Mark, putting on her most sultry voice. 

"Yes..." Mark managed, thickly, his cock twitching. 

"You want me to stick this hard cock right inside me while my husband watches us, don't you?" Ginny turned to Ollie as she said this, still grasping Marks cock. 

Ollie was harder than she'd ever seen him in her life. Wow, I did that, she thought to herself. And I haven't even touched him. Yet. 

Ginny lowered herself ever so slowly onto Mark, savouring the thickness of his erection as it squeezed inside her. She sank til she was sitting on him, the cock disappearing inside her, then pulled off again, still slowly. With an effort Ginny turned herself, so that her back was now to Mark and she faced Ollie, then lowered again, impaling herself while looking into her husband's eyes. 

She raised one hand and squeezed her breast, relishing the twinge of pleasure that shot through her. With her other hand she beckoned Ollie over. It was time for him to have some fun. 

Ollie sprang up from the chair and rushed over, lust lighting up his face, his cock bouncing from side to side as he came. When he reached the bed he stopped, and Ginny raised herself again and took his cock in her hand, pumping it back and forwards a few times, biting her lip as she did it, all the while riding Mark slowly. Ollie moaned, and she knew from experience he was close to cumming. 

"You want me to put this in my mouth, huh?" Ginny purred, enjoying herself immensely, enjoying the power she held. 

She had these two men exactly where she wanted them, and she knew with a certainty they'd do anything for her, and once again she marvelled in the sheer power of the naked female form. The power that the act of sex had over these men, hell, over men in general. 

"Yes I do you dirty little fucking slut." Said Ollie hoarsely, his voice trembling. 

Ginny felt a little jolt of pleasure at that. Ollie had never called her a slut before, ever. She didn't know he had it in him to be honest, but here and now she fucking loved it. It made her feel dirty in a way she'd never allowed herself to act before, and she shivered in pleasure. 

Leaning forward, still feeling Mark's cock pounding in and out of her, and still squeezing at her own breast, she took Ollie into her mouth and sucked him, slobbering onto him, slurping and licking and working it like some sex starved nymphomaniac. 

Mark had a perfect view of her arse as it bobbed up and down on his cock, and the whole sexual tension of the situation became too much. Ginny felt him tensing beneath her, and she started bucking harder and faster on him, feeling the building of her own orgasm approaching like a runaway train. She knew this one would wipe her out, and she meant to ride it as hard and fast as she could. 

Mark moaned loudly, his body stiffening and Ollie realised that this man who was fucking his wife, this man they'd met barely weeks before was about to cum inside her. It pushed him over the edge and suddenly he was cumming himself, harder than he'd ever done before. 

Ginny pulled back, but then on the spur of the moment changed her mind and swallowed his cock again, letting the cum splash hotly into her mouth. 

She'd never much liked the taste of semen, but that had been before. Before she'd turned into this wild uncontrollable little slut. She took all of her husband's cum into her mouth, and swallowed it all, relishing the taste, the texture, sucking harder and trying to milk out every last drop. 

As she swallowed she heard Mark call out, and then he was cumming too. Cumming deep inside her. Ginny pushed her own body down harder onto him, taking him deep and grinding her clit against him, feeling the hotness gush inside her and then she was taken away on her own orgasm that hit her hard and fast and utterly unstoppable in its intensity. 

Ginny screamed as she did. 

For what seemed like hours afterwards Ginny seemed to be floating, resting atop a cresting wave of pleasure that'd taken her high into the sky and she didn't want to come back down again. 

But after a while she sighed and opened her eyes. 

She was still sitting on Mark and his hands were around her waist. She could still feel his penis inside her, which gave a twinge every now and again, sending tickles of butterflies shooting through her. Ollie was sitting on the edge of the bed next to her holding her hand in both of his own and grinning at her like the fucking Cheshire Cat. 

"J...Jesus." Ginny managed weakly and the two men laughed. 

She climbed unsteadily to her feet, Marks cock sliding out of her as she did and Ollie holding her hands. He pulled her into a tight hug. Her legs felt weak and unsteady as though she'd just ran a half marathon, and not trusting herself to stand, she sat on the bed again. 

Mark swung his legs round and scooted to the end of the bed himself and Ginny found herself sitting between the two men, all of them naked yet strangely comfortable and content with it. Ginny rested her head on Ollie's shoulder, but took Marks hand in her own. 

The occasional spark was still firing off little bursts of pleasure in her brain, and her breathing was not quite back to normal. 

Mark kissed her shoulder and trailed a hand down her spine, making her shiver. 

"That. Was fucking amazing." Mark laughed. 

Ollie laughed right along with him. 

"Tell me about it, Jesus Gin, you were beautiful. Fucking beautiful." Ollie thought it'd sound corny, but it came out sincere, and Ginny smiled at him tiredly. 

"Jesus." She said again. It was all she could manage it seemed. 

"Same time next week?" Said Mark. 

"Next week? Fuck that, I'm ready again now!" Laughed Ginny, and turned to Ollie and kissed him slowly and seriously. 

The End