1 comments/ 24441 views/ 4 favorites Tennis By: sylviarockon He watched her stroll on to the tennis court. Long, slim, tanned legs stretched to unimaginable heights and disappeared beneath a very short white tennis skirt. It barely covered the twin globes of her trim rump. He swallowed and hoped that he wouldn’t get a hard on right then and there before they’d even tossed the first serve. She stepped forward and stooped to pick up a wayward ball and he flushed as the tender flesh of her inner thigh was exposed from beneath the skirt. She rose, concentrating on bouncing the tennis ball and he noted with admiration her slim but well toned arms as she held her racket casually. Her long, golden-blonde hair was tied up neatly in a ponytail that flipped around as she moved. She was constantly pushing back strands that flitted about her face. Now holding the ball in one hand, she looked up and smiled at him. “Ready?” She asked. He could only nod weakly, dazzled by that smile and those luminous dark eyes on a heart-shaped face, high cheekbones and a pretty pink mouth. His pulse was beating hard and he knew it wasn’t the thrill of a tennis competition. The air was warm, buzzing with summer noise; people in a pool nearby, kids playing basketball, distant traffic. The smell of jasmine was everywhere, intoxicating, wrapping him in a haze of pleasure. He stretched his taut muscles and tried to loosen up, tried to focus on the game at hand. Pulling his mind away from his distracting fantasies about this girl. She hit the ball with a smooth stroke and it bounced easily in front of him. He lined it up and hit it back. They had a short rally to warm up then played for serve. He watched her twenty-one year old, athletic body maneuver around the court. Shapely calf muscles and slim thighs flexing as she planted her feet then shifted quickly to a new position. Her concentration and athletic skill was evident as she hit a cross-court forehand that whizzed by him. He flashed her a smile. “Nice one. Your serve.” “Thanks,” she replied with a small smile. She set up for her serve on the baseline and threw the ball high in the air. As she bought her racket back and moved forward over the ball her small but nicely rounded breasts pressed up against the white sleeveless top she was wearing. He couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were slightly hard poking obviously through the fabric. With barely a second to spare he wrenched his concentration back but lucky for him her first serve hit the net. He shook his head wondering how he could ever get through this game being as distracted as he was. Her second serve sailed across the net and hit the service court. He returned it with ease, winning the first point. “Love-Fifteen,” she called. The game played out and she raced around the court winning her service game by a point. He realized they were in for some good tennis, they were both breathing a little harder. He watched her position her body to receive his serve, a small furrow of concentration on her brow. After the first set, which he had barely won, they took a quick break for a drink and perched on the concrete bench at the side of the court. She was so close now, he could smell her sweat; it was fragrant and musky; perfume and woman. He breathed her into his nostrils and tried to keep his eyes off her legs stretched out in front of her, her left thigh barely inches from his right hand. She raised the drink bottle to her lips and he noted the pleasing lines of her neck and throat and longed to plant his lips in that tiny crevice that pulsed at the base of her throat. He licked his lips and looked up at the splendid blue of the sky, cloudless and azure. When he looked down again, he caught her looking at him. Her dark eyes were shining and he thought for a moment that there was something in their depths that looked familiar. He glanced at her again. He knew that look! His throat went dry and he started to panic. He’d seen that look before but he’d never dreamed it would appear on the face of this girl who sat beside him. He cleared his throat and wiped the sweat from his brow once again. He must be mistaken. Combing his fingers nervously through his short but unruly hair, he glanced at her again. “You really do play great tennis,” he murmured, more to try and calm himself than to make conversation. She looked away then, leaning over to put down the drink bottle. “Thanks,” she said with a pleased smile. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played. My dad taught me to return his serve, it’s how I learned to hit.” Her voice, accented and unusual to his ears, was like music; soft and breathy. “He taught you well.” “Not well enough. You’re very good.” She was grinning at him and he noticed her appreciative look. Ridiculously, he felt himself flush with pleasure at her compliment. He noticed her body was turned more towards him, the side of her knee almost touching his thigh. The body language, he thought, I know that body language. He felt an icy chill of excitement as he dared to believe that this girl was actually sending him signals. But no, it couldn’t be. Everything inside him told him it was wrong, that it was never going to happen. He was virtually her boss, although not directly he reasoned with himself. He’d been watching her for awhile at work, admiring the shape of her. The way she moved her body was liquid and sensual. He had even struck up a conversation with her, pleasantly surprised that she was interesting and intelligent. He couldn’t believe his luck when she’d consented to play tennis with him. Now she was here, her body mere inches from him. He itched to reach out and run his hand along the length of her thigh and up inside that white skirt. She caught him looking at her legs and he watched her expression change. There was hesitation, fear, and then a glint of knowing. Had he blown it? He saw her shift on the seat but to his astonishment it was towards him till her leg was touching his. He felt the contact immediately, her warm, slightly damp skin on his. A curl of excitement erupted inside his guts and wormed its way down between his legs. His cock responded instantly. It moved in his pants and he gritted his teeth hoping she didn’t notice. But she was staring at him now and the look on her face left him in little doubt. The atmosphere around them was electrically charged, he could feel it prickling his skin like he was being touched by air-sprites. He caught her eye with difficulty and licked his lips. It was make or break right now but he was going to go for it. His hand moved as if through molasses and without taking his eyes from her face he gently laid a finger on her exposed knee. Her expression did not change and he lay his whole hand on her thigh. Her large, oval brown eyes gazing into his were doe-like. They seemed to shimmer with unspoken words: I want you? This first contact was intensely pleasurable and he felt his mouth go dry. Her skin was damp and tight. He could feel the tone of her muscle beneath his fingertips as he pressed gently. Her lips parted slightly; her chest was rising and falling more rapidly now. Tentatively, with questioning eyes, he slipped his hand gradually along her thigh till it rested just below the hem of the short tennis skirt. She leaned into him, continuing to hold him enthralled with her eyes. Their arms touched and then he watched in amazement as she lifted her hand and touched his face. Her caress was soft like a butterfly. She drew her fingertips across the contours of his cheek and brow and then traced the line of his lips. His skin burned where she touched him and he closed his eyes, too overwhelmed to speak, knowing her touch to be an invitation. When he opened his eyes her dreamy pink lips were inches from his, all he had to do was move his head just slightly, then … there it was. His lips contacted hers and he could smell her sweet breath and feel the soft fullness of her lips against his. He moved his mouth against hers and incredibly she responded, the lips moved apart slightly and carefully. Fatefully he tasted them with his tongue. As if on cue, her tongue darted out to meet his. The kiss deepened. His response was immediate and his pants moved inexorably as all the feelings inside him flooded directly to his cock. It was straining against his tennis shorts now; he shifted uncomfortably and they pulled apart, both breathing a little unsteadily. She was smiling at him, all hesitation seemingly gone from her expression now. A stray strand of blonde hair escaped from the ponytail and blew across her face. He suppressed the urge to catch it between two fingers, wind the silky stuff around his hand, and pull her face to his for another kiss. “You look stunned.” He heard her say gently, with that smile playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes dancing with amusement. “Well, let’s say… well, yes, I am,” he stammered feeling like a fool. “I’ve been watching you at work, hearing your voice in the hallways. You have beautiful blue eyes,” she whispered at him huskily and she seemed to be surveying his features. He wondered what she must think. He had been told he was handsome by quite a few women in his life, but middle-age starts to add lines where there had only been firm skin, add fat layers where there had only been muscle. He kept in very good shape though and he was proud of his body. Her eyes wandered back to meet his again and they were dark and serious. “Will you kiss me again please?” She asked him as if she were ordering a loaf of bread. Like a man finding water after a long walk in the desert he raised his hand to the back of her neck and drew her head closer. This time he kissed her firmly. Pressing his tongue between her lips he teased open her mouth. It yielded gracefully and she took his tongue, tasting him with equal passion. He was breathless and disbelieving. Thoughts and doubts whirled until he felt her hand connect to the skin of his thigh. Her hand moved slowly higher till it rested on the zipper of his shorts and he knew he could not hide the reality of his wanting her any longer. When her hand passed over the front of his shorts and found his erection, he pulled away from their kiss leaning his forehead against hers. He gasped and let out a low chuckle. He glanced up at her, her face so close to his. He wore a sheepish expression from being found out but the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. They were glazed over with desire and she was letting him read everything in their amber depths. It was true! He felt a deep thrill as he let himself accept that this woman wanted him. He kissed her again as she continued to rub his cock gently and insistently through his shorts. He felt ready to explode right beneath her hand. With difficulty he kept control, feeling his whole body shudder. His hand slid along her thigh, invading the confines of her white skirt, until he pressed his fingertips against the soft cotton of her panties and felt the hillock of her mound. Her thighs opened slightly for him, encouraging him. He pulled away from their kiss to catch her eye. Finding only invitation, his hand snaked beneath the rim of her panties and slid into her silky curls. His finger pushed down into the warm fleshy slit between her thighs. Her eyes closed and then opened in wide-eyed pleasure when he found her firm, hooded nodule and rubbed it. He heard a tiny moan escape from her lips and the sound somehow dragged him back from the delirium of his feelings. She was curled against him, clinging desperately to his arm, her face buried against his shoulder while his fingers were doing their job in her panties. He remembered they were in a public place and distantly he took in their surroundings. A high fence covered in thick, green gauze that was designed to shield players from the wind and to keep in the balls surrounded the single tennis court. It offered some privacy from passersby but anyone could unlock the gate if they wanted to use the court. He was about to withdraw his hand and suggest that they return to his apartment, but she must have felt him move and she grabbed his arm staying his fingers. “Don’t you think we should go back to my place?” He whispered. She caught his eye with an enigmatic expression and a warm gleam in her eye. “No. I like it right here.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled, loving her style. He could still hear the people in the pool not three or four hundred feet away over a slight rise and the distant zoom of traffic. But the park they were in was unusually empty for a weekend. The smells of nature and the warm air were irresistible accompaniments to this unexpected afternoon pleasure. To have this woman anywhere was more than he could have dreamed, and he had dreamed of it often lately. To have her out here under the bluest of summer skies was ecstasy. She allowed him to remove his hand from her panties and he surveyed the concrete bench they were sitting on. He pushed the tennis rackets and a tube of balls off the bench to the ground to make space. He turned to her then and he was suddenly lost in the dark brown depths of her eyes. He faltered a moment, but there was no argument in her eyes. “Lie down,” he ordered her gently, loving what was to come next as he imagined what her taste would be like on his tongue. Silently, she lay back against the bench and he kneeled on the soft grass surface of the court. Her skirt was hitched up even further now and he took in the sight of her thighs spread apart for him. They tapered down to the silky edges of her underwear. He hooked his fingers underneath the band and pulled. A trim patch of fluffy brown hair covered her pubis. She raised her hips slightly and he slid her panties over her buttocks and down her thighs, discarding them on the ground. He slid the palm of his hand along the luscious length of her legs then pulled her towards him till her knees were over his shoulders. His groin pulsed with his delight in being surrounded by her incredible legs. A warm, musky scent drifted up to him from that delectable place between her thighs and he paused a moment taking in the sight of her; a glint of moisture told him she was ready. He longed to taste her, to lick up that moisture. He kissed the soft skin of her inner thighs on his way down. He smelled the warm aroma of her and then parted the folds with gentle fingertips. She arched her back when his tongue delicately contacted her sensitive skin and he got his first taste of her rich, sweet honey. Her thighs tightened slightly around his head when he discovered the hardening button in her center and pushed against it, and then licked and sucked until he heard her make mewing, gasping sounds of pleasure. He grasped her firm, rounded bottom in his hands raising her to him so he could taste her more deeply. Exploring her smooth, responsive flesh, his tongue tasted every crevice with delight. It thrust into the tight slit that contained that canal of muscle he longed to dive into, if only she would allow it, and as long as he could hold on that long. As he pushed his tongue into her he looked up at her. Her head was flung back revealing her long neck and throat. One arm covered her face and she was biting the back of her hand as she writhed against his mouth. Oblivious to her surroundings, lost completely in the sensations he was provoking in her. He loved this position for the pleasure he knew he was bringing her. Her breasts were heaving under the tight top, her prominent nipples almost tearing through the fabric in their excited state. He could hardly wait to get his mouth around them, but there were even more delectable treats waiting for him and he returned to the business at hand. Copious juices were escaping from her and he lapped them up, reveling in the salty sweet mix. He kept lapping, opening her soft folds wider and making contact on her clitoris again and again until suddenly her thighs went rigid around his neck. Her body bucked against his mouth and she was crying out, trying to muffle the sound with her arm as the orgasm ravaged her body. He kept on, licking up the thick juices that she had released when she came, until she gripped his head with her thighs trying to get him to stop. She lay limply as he enjoyed the sight of her and he started to become aware of his own aching need. He wanted her badly and he felt his erection rear insistently inside his shorts. He wondered if she would allow that to happen. There were still doubts in his mind that it would. They barely knew each other and he was afraid he was taking advantage of her youth. But she was making her wants very clear. Glancing around he was relieved to see they were still alone. He perched on the edge of the bench feeling torn; his feelings were in a tumult. After a moment she raised herself on her elbows and fixed him with deep brown eyes. She was smiling and looking a little shamefaced. She sat up curling those legs underneath her on the bench and tried to pull down her skirt to hide herself. Her ponytail was askew, more blonde hair had escaped and her cheeks were flushed. “My god, that was incredible.” She breathed softly. “But now it’s my turn,” she said fixing him with a meaningful look. He swallowed and found it hard to breathe. She slid her hand across his shorts, feeling the hard shaft and his doubts began to recede. He felt her fumble to unzip his shorts, releasing his eager rod. She took him in her fist and he closed his eyes, aching with desire, feeling completely unable to call any shots now. He could never have predicted this could happen when they had first arrived on the court barely an hour ago. He had never been this disarmed by a woman or a situation. He tried not to focus on the idea of being out here in the open, in a public place with this girl he had wanted for too long now. Instead, he concentrated on his flesh in her hands. On her knees for him now, between his thighs, she was stroking him expertly. She leaned over and he felt her lick the head of his cock. Her tongue on him was excruciatingly good and he heard himself groan. His eyes squeezed shut as she took him wholly into the hot wetness of her mouth and began sucking him hard and fast. It was all he could do to hold off shooting his load down her throat right then. He thought of baseball, standing in the outfield counting the gulls on their stadium roosts. He looked down at her kneeling between his legs, blonde ponytail bobbing as she pumped his cock in and out between pretty pink lips. He caught a glimpse of her long tan legs that had just been around his shoulders, and counted his lucky stars. She stopped for breath, licked her lips and held his aching member tightly in her hand. She looked up at him with that lusting, innocent, doe-like expression that he could just about die for. “I want you. I want this inside me now.” The blurred expression that appeared on her face sent a shiver of uncontrolled lust through him and all practicality was swept aside. How could he refuse that look, he thought, realizing that what he wanted most, to sink into the hot, tight, smooth depths of her, was really going to happen. To hell with the fact that they were on a public tennis court in the middle of the day and anyone could catch them. To hell with the fact that she was only twenty-one and he was middle-aged. She wanted him and that was enough for him. He would live this out now and analyze it later. She stood up and her supple body moved over him. He sat on the bench feeling shaken with excitement. She pressed her breasts against his chest and he scooted back from the edge of the concrete bench. She stood over him, a long leg on either side of the narrow bench, and slowly, deliciously she lowered herself onto his rearing cock. The wide head of his cock slipped inside her soaking pussy with ease. As she lowered herself to encapsulate the engorged length of him, he was astonished by how firm and tight her flesh was. She seemed to suck and pulsate all around him; submerging him in liquid bliss. Raising a hand to her heaving chest, he felt her breasts at last through the thin fabric of her top. His hand slipped underneath and lightly squeezed first one of her tantalizingly erect nipples then the other, yearning to throw off her tennis top and bra and hold her pert, round breasts in his hands. He heard her sigh and squeeze him harder inside her. He groaned when her muscles clenched him. Tennis Wendy and Marie are sisters, aged eighteen and nineteen. There both quite pretty young women, fit and fairly intelligent. They both play tennis. They actually have a tennis court build onto their backyard. The advantages of owning a large backyard, I guess. They're not bad players. Quite good in fact, and I told them so. I can't see why they were so insulted. Maybe I shouldn't have added the rider, for girls, when I complemented them. Anyway, they were quite rude about me and my opinions. I tried to explain. I pointed out that men are just a lot stronger and faster than women. I pointed out that while the girls were good against their own sex, they wouldn't really have a chance against men around the same age. Wendy told me I could take my opinion and shove it. Marie wasn't quite so polite. Our friendly little chat finished up with the girls issuing me a challenge. I play them a game and they'd make me eat my words. I pointed out that I did play tennis and was quite good, but they just ignored that. The result was that a few days later I wound up at their place, ready to be taught my lesson. I suggested that we just play three sets. One against Wendy, one against Marie and, once I'd cleaned them up separately, I'd take them both on. Wendy was actually a little better than I expected and she actually won one game. She was spitting chips when she yielded the court to Marie. By then I was nicely warmed up but I also only lost a single game to Marie. By then both girls were in high dudgeon. After two games with them playing doubles, they were two games down. They went into a huddle, apparently talking tactics. They came up with a beauty. They took of their tops and now I was facing a bouncing ball and four bouncing boobs. It worked to a certain extent. I lost the next three games straight. Then I managed to get my libido under control to a certain extent and managed to rally. The final score, in my favour, was 6:4, and I'd won all three sets. The girls strolled over to where they'd dumped their tops, but so did I. They weren't expecting that and I whipped the tops and bras out of their reach, just as they were reaching for them. As you can guess, there were immediate cries of protest, both girls blushing and folding their arms across their chests, hiding their charms. I just laughed at them. "Bit late for that, isn't it?" I asked. "Not that you're hiding too much, I added." I reached out and gently poked a nipple that was peeking from between a couple of fingers. Marie gave a squeal of protest, demanding that I surrender their tops. "I'll be happy to surrender your tops," I told them, "but first there's the matter of the penalty you have to pay." "Penalty? What are you talking about, penalty? We didn't agree to any penalty where the tennis was concerned?" "I'd have thought it would be obvious that some sort of penalty would apply when you found yourselves so hopelessly outclassed. Something that would show that you were both properly apologetic for your unwarranted boastfulness." I laughed as their eyes promptly lasered me. "Mind you, I'm a good sport, or like to think I am. I'd probably have waived the penalty if you'd played fair, but the pair of you cheated." "We did not," protested Wendy, and probably would have said more but I held up a frilly little bra. Not that little, come to think of it. "You could have done something similar," Marie pointed out, smirking. "Wouldn't have worked," giggled Wendy. "We don't let little things distract us." Both girls were almost rolling around laughing at this witticism. I just smiled. "Wouldn't have dared," I said dryly. "It would have been too tempting a target. Besides, you'd have complained that I had two bats instead of just the single racquet." I wasn't kidding with the target comment either. A couple of times I was damned positive that Marie had deliberately aimed for my testicles when returning an easy hit. From the blush she now gave I knew I was right. "So what sort of penalty did you have in mind?" asked Marie. "A blowjob, perhaps," she added, sounding a bit sarcastic. "No, he wouldn't go that far," Wendy chipped in, a faint blush on her cheeks. "He'll probably settle for a hand job." Both girls were smirking as they regarded me, neither of them, I noted with approval, bothering to hide their charms anymore. "Now be reasonable, girls," I murmured. "Why would you think I'm such a small thinker?" Marie got it first and she straightened right up, and that had a very interesting effect on her breasts. They bounced slightly as she took a deep breath. "You want," she started, broke of and started again. "You want one of us to fuck you? In your dreams." Wendy blushed quite hard, then she jumped in with her refusal. "We couldn't possibly. And if we were silly enough to you'd probably be boasting of it all over the place. No way." "Who said anything about fucking one of you?" I asked, giving what I hoped was an evil smile. "And I wouldn't gossip. In this sort of situation it's contra-indicated." "Both of us?" Marie almost screamed. "What's contra-indicated?" asked Wendy. "Contra-indicated means that it would be totally the wrong choice in this sort of situation. Basically it means that if I went around boasting about having fucked you it greatly reduces my chance of fucking you a second time. So I don't talk about that sort of thing." "Ha!" snorted Marie. "Everyone knows you had a flaming affair with Michelle until she dumped you." "You may think they know, but you didn't hear it from me, now did you?" "He's right," Wendy pointed out. "Michelle was the blabbermouth. She was telling everyone what a bastard you are after she dumped you." "No comment," I said, but oddly enough Marie did. "You're right, and I don't think she dumped you, did she? She was going around with Carl awfully fast after the two of you split up. I bet she was cheating and you found out." "No comment," I said again. To change the subject I reached out and flicked loose the button on the side of Marie's skirt. "Hold it there, lover-boy," she snapped, back peddling and doing up the button again. "We haven't agreed to anything and aren't likely to." "Ah, of course. I hadn't realised that I was dealing with a couple of blushing virgins. Sorry if I offended you with my crude suggestions." I got the eye laser treatment again. "Oh, gee," said Marie. "We won't drop our panties when he snaps his fingers so we must be virgins." "Or lesbians," chipped in Wendy. "Do you think he'll suggest that next?" I just grinned at them. "Am I to assume that you're not going along with my suggestion for a little friendly fucking as a penalty?" I asked. "You may safely assume that?" Marie drawled. "So, is a hand job out of the question?" The girls looked at each other and shrugged. "You're the oldest," said Wendy, smirking. "It's your right." I didn't give Marie a chance to refuse. I took a step nearer to her, one hand closed on her bottom and the other slipped under her dress and cupped her pussy. I started massaging quite firmly. "What the hell are you doing?" she squealed, sounding quite shocked. "Giving you a hand job," I said innocently. "Wendy just said that you'd be the one to get it." "Not get one, you fool. Give you one. I was thinking about it." "Now why would I settle for a hand job?" I asked, quite reasonably from my point of view. "I told you what I expected. I guess I'm greedy, but I really couldn't settle for less." Marie was quite flushed at this point, her pussy twisting back and forth under my gentle administrations. Maybe not that gentle, come to think of it, but definitely holding her attention. "Wendy, can you pull down your sister's panties, please? My hands are busy." "No, Wendy, don't you dare," squealed Marie, being totally ignored by her giggling sister. "Oh my fucking god," wailed Marie as my fingers now trespassed inside her slit, wreaking even more havoc upon her nerves. "You can't do this." "Now that's a silly thing to say," I chided her. "It must be obvious to you that I can. I mean, can't you feel it when I do this?" My fingers did some interesting things in the vicinity of her clitoris and Marie jammed her hands in her mouth, shrieking something. It sounded rather rude. I repeated the exercise and, yes, Marie was definitely saying some very rude four letter words. Marie was twisting about, but not really trying to fight me off. She may have wanted to, but her body was enjoying the experience. I could feel her rhythmically pushing her pussy against my hand as I played. A few more touches and Marie had had enough. She clamped down so hard on my fingers I thought they might break, while she spasmed with the force of her orgasm. Once I managed to free my hand she sank down and sat on the grass, looking slightly stunned. Wendy was still giggling, but that stopped abruptly when she saw me looking at her thoughtfully. "Oh, no," she said, raising her hands defensively. "You're not doing that to me." She'd have been smarter keeping her hands lower down. I flicked up her skirt and pulled on her panties, sinking to my knees as I lowered them. "Don't you dare lay a single finger on me," she squealed. That was fine by me. It wasn't my intention. Kneeling in front of her I held her in place with a hand on her bottom while I pressed my face against her. Wendy just seemed to freeze as my tongue slid along her slit, making a strange squawking noise. Her hands promptly tangled in my hair, but all she did was hold me, all the time making little squeaking sounds as my tongue dipped and darted. Marie, I noticed was now sitting up, watching with a smirk on her face. I took a moment's break to wink at her, then continued teasing Wendy to life. They say that the tongue is the strongest muscle in the human body. I took pleasure in demonstrating this to Wendy. Mine was plainly stronger than Wendy's thigh muscles as she seemed unable to close her legs and keep me away. As a matter of fact, her legs actually seemed unable to support her. They were definitely trembling when my tongue probed around her clitoris. Not wanting Wendy to fall by accident, I tapped her behind the knees. They promptly folded and I guided Wendy down onto the grass. It wasn't long after that that she had a climax, shuddering and squealing and almost pulling my hair out. I sat back and regarded the two young women. Marie looked back at me fairly steadily, but Wendy was looking a trifle stunned. "Did you even hear Wendy begging you to stop?" Marie asked. I considered what had happened, and then shook my head. "Not really. Do you think she really wanted me to?" Marie avoided the question. Looking around I saw that Marie's panties were still lying on the ground. Interesting, I thought, that she hadn't bothered to put them back on. The way she was sitting, her skirt covered her, but only just. Tennis skirts are not exactly renowned for their length. I reached over and pushed it up slightly. Marie promptly flicked it back down. Challenge accepted, I reached back again and this time I flicked open the button the side. Before Marie could do it up I was giving her skirt a tug, drawing it down. It slid off as though it wanted to, and I tossed it over towards her panties. Marie glared at me but didn't go scrambling after it. I looked at Wendy. "She took off your panties," I murmured. "Would you oblige me by taking off her skirt?" "Why the hell should I?" "So you won't be the only one naked?" I suggested. Marie gave me a look and then looked at her own clothes and then at Wendy. Then she shrugged and pounced on her sister. There was a bit of giggling and protesting and some interesting scenery and then Wendy's skirt was off and I was sitting there admiring two naked young lovelies. "And just what, may I ask, did you hope to achieve by all this?" asked Marie. "I'm just advancing my cause to fuck the pair of you," I said innocently. "Look at it from where I stand. Earlier you were saying no, but you had clothes on. Now you're saying maybe, and you're both naked." "We are not saying maybe," said Marie, showing a flash of temper. "Oh, good, you're finally agreeing," I observed, sounding pleased and dropping my shorts. "I thought you would eventually." With that I grabbed Marie's feet and lifted them high and wide, tipping her onto her back and exposing her charms to my crude intentions. "Wait! No!" Marie squealed. "I'm not saying yes. This is rape." "No it's not," I retorted, "because I haven't stuck my cock in you. Believe me, you will know when I do." "But you're about to," she snapped, "and after I said no." I let her legs lower until they were resting against my shoulders, while I stroked her labia with the tip of my cock. Her lips were swollen and parted, and her body was ready and eager, even if she was saying no. "Am I to understand you're not going to agree?" I murmured, continuing to lightly stroke her. "Yes," she muttered. "I mean no. I mean I'm not agreeing, so take that thing away." "Well, that seems plain enough." I looked across at Wendy who was watching the pair of us with eyes wide, looking slightly shocked. And excited. She was also ready for a good length of cock. She still managed to shake her head though. "Don't look at me," she said. I laughed and pulled back away from Marie, letting her legs sink back to the ground. "Ah well," I said. "It would have been nice but if you won't, you won't." "You're not going to force me anyway?" asked Marie, sounding surprised. "Don't be insulting," I said, speaking quietly. "I may not be a perfect gentleman, but I'm not a brute. When I do get around to taking you it will be with your consent." "But we're not giving our consent," pointed out Wendy. "Details," I said, waving it away airily. "Just details. Eventually you will and I can wait. If not today, then tomorrow, or next week. It will happen." "Bloody confident in yourself, aren't you," snarled Marie. "Image," I said with a grin. "One must project a certain image. I mean, what chance would I possibly have if I just accepted no and walked away with my head hanging. Far better to be positive. I'll just tell myself that you're only saying no because I showed you that you're not too good at tennis. Like some more practice?" "We are good at tennis, damn you," snapped Marie, taking a swipe at me. "It's just that you're better because you're bigger and stronger." And somewhat more devious, it would appear. When Marie took that swiped at me I fell backwards, catching her arm and bringing her with me. I finished up flat on my back with her sprawled on top of me, my erection hard against her tummy and our legs all tangled together. Marie glared down at me, flushed and breathing hard. "Oh, damn you. That's all I have to say. Just damn you." At the same time her hand slid down between us, easing my cock out from between us and putting it where it could do more good. I wanted to smile and yell in triumph, but had the common sense to keep a straight face as I felt my cock engage with her pussy and then start sliding home. Marie was more than ready, pushing down upon me, eagerly accepting my upthrust cock. She seemed a little out of sorts at wanting me, and wasn't afraid to let me know. "Damn you, damn you, damn you," she was gasping while she bounced feverishly upon me. "You're a bastard, did you know that. Oh, damn you and fuck me. Harder, you bastard. If you're going to fuck me do it harder. Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Dear me. Such language from such a sweet young thing. I did my best to oblige, driving in harder and harder, enjoying the way she slid up and down my pole, relishing the contact with her. She was in full lustful cry, squealing with excitement in between her desperate pleas for me to take her even harder. Not wanting to climax myself, I let Marie do the running, lying on my back and just giving added impetus to my thrusts. My real driving need I'd leave to later. Much later. Marie's passionate excitement just swept her away. It wasn't long before she was climaxing, yelling her pleasure, clamped tight around my cock. I had a real effort to fend off my own climax. She finally collapsed onto me, gasping and shuddering. After a while I eased her off me, laying her on her back, where she just lay, staring at the bright blue sky and breathing heavily. I turned to regard Wendy. She had a very strange expression on her face. She gave a start when she realised I was watching her. "Um, I suppose you think that I'll let you take me as well," she said nervously, a little bit of rebellion showing. "What are you going to do, set up a time and place and demand I turn up?" "Now why would I do that?" I asked with a laugh. "If you're willing, what's wrong with here and now?" "You can't," she snapped. "You just had Marie. And I never said I was willing." "Neither did you say you were unwilling." I rolled over and came to a sitting position next to her. I then pulled the same trick on her that I pulled on Marie earlier, lifting her legs by the ankles and pushing them high and wide. Now I was between her thighs with my cock menacing her pussy. Once again I gently stroked a pair of lips with the head of my cock, Wendy watching in fascination as I did so. "At this stage, Marie was still saying no. Are you going to keep on saying no? You'd better decide fast as my cock is getting impatient and might decide that no refusal means yes." I stopped rubbing my cock against her, letting it rest heavily at just the right spot, where a firm push would find it sliding home. When no refusal came I started leaning a little more heavily and could see her lips easing apart, allowing the intrusion. "Wait," gasped Wendy, looking at the connection that was about to be formed. "Just wait a moment." I waited, holding still again, but the light pressure was still there. Wendy was chewing her lip, wanting, but not wanting to admit it. Her mistake, when it finally came, was to wriggle her hips, looking for a more comfortable position. That wriggle gave an inadvertent upwards thrust from her hips and her pussy pressed up and over the head of my cock, her lips closing firmly around it. "Oh my god," she gasped as I renewed my pressure, sliding slowly in, and then not so slowly. "I didn't mean to do that. Honestly I didn't." My groin closed with her and I was looking into her shocked eyes. "Does that mean you want me to take it out?" She closed her mouth tight, not wanting to answer. With no instructions to the contrary I started moving, pulling back and then sliding swiftly back in. If she was still reluctant you would never know it from her response. Her breath came hissing out from between her clenched teeth and her hips lifted sharply, driving her up to meet my cock as it plunged down into her. From that point on things got very lively. I took Wendy hard and fast and she matched me all the way. I drilled into her hard and she lifted her hips eagerly to take me, passion and lust now riding her hard. She wasn't nearly as vocal as Marie had been but the sounds she did make all seemed to be appreciative. How do you compare taking one woman with another? You don't. The one you're taking right now is far and away the best, blotting out your memories of others. So I took Wendy and enjoyed her, and enjoyed the way she was relishing the taking. Wendy was gasping and panting, squeaking with excitement, and I pushed hard to bring her to a climax. Not too hard, though. I was still hanging onto mine, saving it for one final burst. Then Wendy was coming, bucking underneath me, squealing her pleasure, and I rode her to a standstill, feeling her slump back down into the grass, shivering with her passions. Tennis I gently withdrew and lay back. The three of us were quiet for a while. Marie broke the silence, as I was sure she would. Can't stop talking, that girl. "Well, you fucked both of us. Are you satisfied now?" "There were three sets," I returned, "and you lost all of them." "What?" "Tennis. Three sets. I won all three. I'm ready for my third fuck." "Are you insane?" I turned and looked at her. She looked pissed. I gave her my most evil smile. "Third time lucky, they say. I want you on your hands and knees while I take you." "Come, come," I said, when she just stared at me. "Let's get a move on." I reached over and gently directed her to roll over, and then helped lift her bottom high. Marie was staring at me, looking as though she didn't believe this was happening. Wendy, on the other hand, was looking as though she wanted to laugh but didn't quite dare. I settled down behind Marie, hands on her hips, lining her up. With one rough thrust I took her, penetrating her and filling her with one swift movement. Reaching around I took hold of her breasts, holding them firmly, teasing the nipples wile I did so. The previous efforts had basically been to please the girls, and I believe I succeeded. This time I was going to please myself, and Marie was along for the ride. There was no holding back this time. Marie quickly discovered there was a big difference between her lying on top of me and humping me at her leisure and my taking her at my leisure. I drove in hard, and I drove in fast. This time I was going to climax and Marie would have to work hard to keep up with me. She was squealing and gasping, her bottom bouncing frantically as she exercised her hips to meet my repeatedly attacking cock, ensuring it sheathed itself deep within her at every thrust. I was taking her so vigorously this time that she didn't have time to swear or exhort me to go harder. All her breath was taken up in giving her the oxygen required to keep up the activity. (Except for inadvertent squeals that were let out. They seemed totally uncontrolled though.) I took her harder and harder, pushing her higher and higher. The squeals seemed to be getting a frantic note to them, with Marie being driven post-haste toward another climax. Quite frankly, my balls felt as though they were going to burst, and I gave a groan of relief when I found myself letting fly. I ejaculated deep inside Marie while she shrieked and shuddered, absolutely tossed over the edge and into her own raging climax. She drained me, her passage clinging to me, her climax in full control as she milked me for all she was worth. We sank back down onto the grass, my hips still giving helpless little jerks against her. Then all was quiet. Except for Wendy. "Wow," she said quietly. "Do you feel up to playing a fourth set?" Tennis, A Love Game of Surprises INTRODUCTION This story contains all types of sexual encounters, straight, gay, lesbian and bi-sexual. The story is fictional and the names of all characters are fictional. I have thoughts for a second part on hold and if there is interest in this theme then I will write the second part. In the past many readers of told me that they don't like sequels so I tried to honor that request. I found this story getting a little bit long so I decided to cut it off but leave the door open for another segment if there is reader interest. Enjoy the story. THE DISCOVERY I had just finished my tennis lesson with Tom Olsen the head pro at our club. It was a late lesson so Tom, his wife the assistant pro Carla, the club manager Dana and I were the only ones left at the club. I said goodnight to everyone and started to leave but then I remembered I had left something down on the court. I went back down to the court and retrieved my gear before I left the club. When I came back upstairs the front door had already been locked. I tried to locate Dana so she could let me out but she was no where to be found. I spotted Tom just before he ducked into the ladies locker room and I wondered why he went in there. I went up to the locker room door and listened for any voices. Since I didn't hear any I pushed the door open slightly so that I could call into Tom. Just before I called his name I heard a voice that sounded like Carla's. "That's it sweetie suck that cock. Yeah take it all," the voice said. I assumed that Carla was telling Dana to suck Tom's cock and this I had to see. I quietly stepped in the locker room and peeked around the corner. What I saw shocked me beyond belief. Dana was on her knees with her tennis skirt flipped up over her back and her panties down around her knees. Tom knelt behind her with his shorts and briefs around his knees as he fucked her and played with her shapely ass. Carla was also on her knees in front of Dana. Carla had shed her skirt and panties and was nude from the waist down. Dana was sucking on Carla's cock. I couldn't believe it. Carla had a cock and what a cock she had. It had to be between 8 to 9 inches long and it was thick. I was proud of my own manhood at 7 to 8 inches long but Carla was clearly longer and thicker than me. Tom had more of the average size cock at about 6 inches. I stood in shock as I watched these three have sex right in front of me. "Honey it is time to break in her ass some more," Carla said to her husband. Tom had been fingering and lubing Dana's asshole as he fucked her pussy. He then pulled his pussy juice moistened cock from Dana's cunt and lined it up with her asshole. In one steady push he slipped his cock into Dana's ass. Although the cock slid in easily Dana still flinched and gasped when it entered her bung hole. "After a few more ass fucks from Tom you should be able to take my cock up your sweet bottom," Carla told Dana. Dana's eyes widened and it had to be from just the thought of taking Carla's monster up the poop chute. Tom was fucking Dana's ass with smooth steady strokes as Dana continued to service Carla's cock. Carla told her what a good little cock sucker she was and then added. "Just look at you Dana with a cock in your ass and another one in your mouth. What would your husband Steve say if he could see you now? Does he know what a slut you are?" Carla said in a mocking tone of voice. All of a sudden Carla looked up and spotted me watching the three of them. She smiled at me and then motioned with her finger for me to approach them. I had a raging hard-on and it was difficult to walk normally as I approached the threesome. "It appears that we have a guest. Would you like to party with us Cliff?" Carla asked wickedly. I just nodded in the affirmative. Tom and Dana looked over at me and Dana's eyes told all as she knew her indiscretions had been discovered. Tom just smiled at me just as his wife had. "Let's make this really interesting. Everyone, take your clothes off," Carla directed. I stripped off my clothes in record time and stood totally naked with my erect cock bobbing in front of me. The other three stripped as well and I took in all of Dana's beauty. She had great tits and curvy ass. I was amazed at Carla's beautiful body. Carla had always looked good in her tennis outfits with her narrow waist and shapely legs but she was even more beautiful naked. She had a great ass, small firm tits with large erect nipples and an hour glass figure. It was unbelievable to see the beautiful Carla with a very impressive cock. All the time I knew her and Tom I never suspected that Carla was a transsexual. Obviously they were both bi-sexual. Carla lay back on the locker room floor and instructed Dana to straddle her. Dana did as she was told and she slowly lowered her pussy onto Carla's cock. It was incredibly erotic to watch Dana descend on Carla's big dick as her tight pussy opened up to accommodate the thick shaft. Carla reached up and fondled Dana's medium sized firm tits and Dana in turn massaged Carla's smaller breasts. Carla told Tom that it was time to fuck Dana's ass so he got behind Dana and once again slid his cock into her butt hole. "Dana has another hole available, why don't you feed her your cock?" Carla said to me. That was the only invitation that I needed. I walked over and straddled Carla's face as I knelt down to offer Dana my cock. Dana willingly accepted my cock in her mouth as she seemed to accept her fate of the triple penetration. "Doesn't he have a nice cock Dana? It is almost as big as mine and I know how much you like big cocks. You do like big cocks don't you?" Carla asked shamelessly. Dana simply nodded her head yes as she sucked on my cock. Dana proved to be a very good cock sucker and when Carla sucked on my balls and ran her tongue over my perineum, I knew I wouldn't last much longer. One more swipe of Carla's tongue over my balls sent me over the edge and I blasted my spunk into Dana's mouth. Carla then sucked on my balls as I filled Dana's mouth with my seed. Tom's body then stiffened and I assumed that he came in Dana's ass. Just as Tom unloaded in Dana's asshole, Dana screamed that she was cumming. She spit out my cock as her body went into convulsions and she bucked Tom out of her ass. As Tom's cock slipped from Dana's ass it left a trail of semen over her buttocks. Dana thrashed about before finally collapsing on top of Carla mashing their tits together. Carla screamed that she was cumming and her body bucked up into Dana. Carla's seed filled Dana's pussy as Dana went totally limp. I was still straddling Carla's face and my cock was oozing with my remaining seed. Carla lifted her head and took my softening cock in her mouth and sucked it dry. Carla then nibbled on my cock head sending chills through my body and I had to push her face away from me. The four of us had major orgasms and we were all drained. "Wow that was incredible!" I exclaimed. "Welcome to our little club," Carla replied. "Now you know our secret and we would appreciate it if you kept it to yourself. Can we trust you to do that Cliff?" Tom asked. "Absolutely you can trust me to keep this to myself. I am still in a little bit of shock over the whole scene. I never suspected that Carla was anything but a beautiful woman," I replied. "Cliff, please join us for a drink tonight and we will fill you in. I am sure that you have a lot of questions," Carla offered. I accepted the invitation and said, "I would love to hear all about you two." "Dana you did yourself proud tonight with three cocks. You handled your first triple penetration very well. But you should get cleaned up and dressed now then head home. Poor Steve will be wondering what kept you tonight," Carla said in a mocking tone. Dana struggled to her feet with cum dripping from her pussy and ass. There were still some traces around her mouth as well. She looked embarrassed as she went in to take a shower. Tom, Carla and I also showered, dressed and then went to their condo for a drink. Dana sheepishly got in her car and drove home. THE CONDO MEETING As I drove over the Olsen's condo I thought about tonight's events and what I knew about the three of them before this evening. Dana was married to Steve Williams less than a year. She had been married before but had divorced her husband after several years. Dana had been hired as the club manager when the former manager left to join a competitive club. Dana didn't know shit about tennis but she had a wonderful personality and she was a real beauty. It also helped that she was friends with the club's owner John Moore. Dana was enthusiastic and learned the administrative duties quickly. She was a pleasure to have around and a pleasure to look at. Dana was about 5'5" with auburn hair. She had a beautiful shape with nice tits, shapely legs and a killer ass. Guys were always flirting with her and trying to get a look under her tennis skirt to check out her panty covered ass. If only they knew what I now knew. The furthest thing from anyone's mind would be Dana fucking three guys at the same time. She always seemed so professional and proper around the club. Everyone felt that she and her new husband were really into each other and that there was no chance to score with her. Now I knew the real Dana behind her club image. Tom and Carla were hired by John Moore when the club first opened two years ago. They were both excellent tennis players and instructors. The quality of tennis at our club accelerated rapidly due to the lessons and programs set up by the Olsen's. According to their resumes they both played college tennis and coached high school and college teams before becoming teaching professionals. Tom played in many of the open tournaments and always did very well. I often wondered why Carla didn't play in the ladies' bracket but tonight I learned why. I pulled in the driveway behind Tom and Carla and parked my car. They pulled their car into the garage and then welcomed me to their home. The three of us went inside and Tom served the drinks as we sat in their family room. "I'm sure that you have lots of questions but why don't Tom and I fill you in on our lives first and then we will answer any questions that you still have?" Carla offered. "Sounds good I am anxious to hear all about the both of you," I replied. Carla and Tom both narrated their story and filled in for each other along the way. They started when they were in high school and brought me up to the present. Carla and Tom went to different high schools and they both played tennis for the high school varsity. In high school Carla was still Carl at that time. They met at a summer tennis camp and ended up in the same bunk bed. They became very good friends during the camp and were two of the best players. One day Tom was screwing around in practice and accidentally hit one of the instructors with the ball. The instructor named Daren was pissed because he had told Tom to knock it off earlier. Daren told Tom to report to his quarters that evening. Daren must have forgotten about telling Tom to come to his quarters that evening because when Tom arrived he caught Daren lying in bed naked stroking his cock. Tom had never seen anyone jerk off so he quietly watched. He got turned on so he freed his own cock from his shorts and stroked it as he watched Daren. Just then one of the other instructors walked up behind Tom and caught him with his cock in his hand. The other instructor named Collin pushed Tom out from his hiding place and told Daren that his jerking off had turned Tom on. Tom then realized that Collin was naked too and apparently Daren was stroking his cock waiting for Collin to join him. Daren and Collin went back and forth on what they should do with Tom and they finally decided a good spanking was first in order. Tom said he protested but the other option was to be dismissed from camp so he resolved himself to be spanked. Tom was made to take off all his clothes and lay across Daren's lap. Tom said he could feel Daren's erection pressing into his groin as Daren administered the spanking. Tom wasn't spanked that hard but hard enough to sting and redden his ass cheeks. Collin then offered to soothe Tom's butt with lotion. He spread the lotion all over Tom's ass and let his fingers slide into the crack. Tom was getting aroused by the attention to his ass so Collin took the next step and slipped a well lubed finger into Tom's asshole. At first Tom protested but then the finger felt better and Tom felt his own cock harden in Daren's lap. Tom's erection did not escape Daren and he told Collin that Tom liked it and that he should add a second finger. Tom said two fingers were really tight and he grunted as Collin worked both fingers up the poop chute. Tom remained hard throughout the ordeal and Daren said it was time to try something a little bigger in his ass like a cock. Tom allowed himself to be placed on the bed on all fours as Collin got behind him and Daren got in front. Collin eased his cock into Tom's ass and when Tom opened his mouth to protest it was filled with Daren's cock. Tom said that he was beside himself but he was convinced that he just had to let it happen. Collin fucked Tom's ass as Daren instructed Tom on how to give a good blow job. Before long Collin ejaculated in Tom's ass and Tom actually liked the feeling of the warm spunk filling his rectum. Daren was next to cum and he filled Tom's mouth with semen. Tom felt the first burst hit the back of his throat and then his mouth filled up so fast that he instinctively swallowed as fast as he could. Daren told Tom to keep sucking him until every drop of cum was drained from his cock. Tom was shocked when he came without his dick even being touched. Daren felt Tom's spunk hit him in the thighs as Tom shot rope after rope of semen onto Daren and on the bed covers. Daren laughed and told Collin what happened and then they both stroked Tom telling him that he was a natural. The rest of the evening Tom was treated to more sex by the two instructors. Daren fucked him the next time while Tom sucked Collin's cock. Later Daren let Tom fuck him as Collin fucked Tom. Finally Collin sucked Tom's cock as Daren fucked Tom from behind in a standing position. Tom returned to his quarters totally drained. His asshole was sore and he felt constipated but he felt strangely sexy as well. Carl woke up when Tom crawled into bed and asked him where he had been all night. Tom told Carl that he would tell him tomorrow that he was exhausted and he had to get some rest. Tom crawled in bed and fell asleep within minutes of his head hitting the pillow. The next day when they had a break, Tom told Carl what had happened the previous night. Carl couldn't believe it but he had always been kind of guy curious and he wanted to learn more. That night after lights out when they were sure everyone else was asleep they snuck into the bathroom. Tom made Carl promise that he had to reciprocate and Carl agreed. Tom said he still remembered how surprised he was when Carl pushed his shorts down and his big cock jumped out. Tom sucked Carl's dick until Carl came in his mouth which didn't take too long since Carl was so excited. Then Carl said he sucked his first cock and let Tom cum in his mouth. They both loved it and they sucked each other off again before they went back to bed. Tom and Carl said that they continued to suck one another's cock at night every chance they got. Then one night the instructors invited Tom back to their quarters and Tom asked them if he could bring Carl with him. The instructors welcomed the addition of Carl and they were enamored with his large dick. Carl said that they kept calling him Tom's girlfriend and teasingly called him Carla. For the rest of camp the four of them got together frequently for suck and fuck sessions. Tom said he finally took Carl's cock in his ass at the urging of Daren and Collin and ever since then they have been lovers. Tom explained that they both went to the same college after high school and played tennis for the varsity. They roomed together and continued their sexual relationship. Carl said that they still liked to fuck girls as well and they often fucked the same girl at the same time. Tom said it wasn't until after college that Carl became Carla. Carla said that he started dressing like a woman and that he had the perfect figure for one. Carla let her hair grow long and started taking female hormones. Carla said the hormones gave her small breasts and reduced the body hair. Eventually Carla looked as good as any woman. Tom said that they went to Las Vegas and while they were there they decided to get married. They had a number of tennis career moves and finally ended up as teaching pros at our club. "Wow that was some story," I sighed and then asked, "How did Dana get into the act?" Tom replied, "We told you that we like to fuck girls as well and Dana is a beauty. One day we caught Dana blowing John Moore the owner." "Are you serious, John Moore," I said in shock. Carla said, "Sure how else do you think she got the job as manager. She doesn't know shit about tennis or how to manage a club." "I'll be damned I would have never guessed she was banging John," I said still in shock. "Well she is and that is how we got her to join us for a little sex now and then. She was scared to death that we would tell her husband," Carla added. "How long have you two been fucking her?" I asked. "A couple of weeks now and it has always been in the ladies locker room after everyone leaves," Tom replied. "Tom took her anal cherry last week and I plan to fuck her ass next week," Carla stated. "She does have a hot ass," I agreed. "You know Carla we should let Cliff fuck Dana in the ass before you do. That will stretch her a little more and it may be easier for you to get your ass buster in her," Tom suggested. "I love it. You fuck her ass first, then Cliff and then me," Carla confirmed the plan. "Are you two fucking anyone else at the club," I asked. "Yes just a couple of frustrated housewives but they shall remain anonymous," Tom answered. "We really fuck them for our own pleasure and not theirs. Tom and I are not into eating pussy and if the women don't get off when we fuck them we don't worry about it," Carla said in a matter of fact. "Anyone that you would like to fuck but haven't yet," I teased. Tom jumped in and replied first, "That snob Sally Morrison who is married to Dr. David Morrison. She thinks she is so superior to everyone else. I would love to butt fuck her until she couldn't stand up and walk straight." "Ditto," added Carla. "Yeah she is a snob alright but she is still kind of hot. She plays tennis all the time with that other lady doctor, Peggy Jones. I heard that Peggy was a lesbian but that is just a rumor," I said. "You know all this talk had given me a hard-on. Cliff, have you ever had sex with a man before?" Carla asked as she rubbed her cock. I shared with Carla and Tom my experiences when I was stationed in Paris. I told them how I had first been hoodwinked by a female impersonator in Pigalle. I shared that once I got over the initial encounter I was okay fucking them and letting them suck my cock. Between the transsexuals and the French women I had plenty of sex in Paris. Also when I was stationed in D.C. that gay guys hung around the military bars all the time and they would pay for drinks in turn for sucking cocks. I told them however that I was not interested in cocks and that I would not allow a cock in my ass or mouth. "We are okay with that as long as you are willing to let us suck you and that you are willing to fuck us," Carla stated. I nodded yes and then we all took off our clothes at Tom's suggestion. I sat on the sofa as Carla kneeled between my legs. Carla sucked my cock and caressed my balls. She was a very accomplished cock sucker and she was able to take me deeper than anyone had in the past. I swear I could feel my cock at the back of her throat and she seemed to have the ability to massage my cock head with her throat muscles. She had me racing toward an orgasm and I held her wavy long brown hair as I began to face fuck her. Tom had knelt behind Carla and slipped his cock into her ass. Carla never stopped working on my cock while her husband fucked in the ass. Carla reached under my scrotum and lightly touched my perineum which sent me over the edge and I blasted loads of cum in her mouth. Carla rapidly swallowed all of my spunk and then she continued to suck and milk my cock and drain me totally.