0 comments/ 46293 views/ 4 favorites Amsterdam By: Jillykins This is an account of our visit to Amsterdam and a live sex show. We were there for a weekend break having travelled by coach and hovercraft. After settling into our hotel we went out accompanied by the friends that we had travelled with to find the red light area. That was easy as it seemed that everyone was going there. The street was along one of the canals and each of the houses had the front window lit up to illuminate scantily clad girls of all ages sitting in them watching the crowd go by and trying to attract the punters. These girls were very erotically dressed many wearing just a lace teddy or bra and tiny thong though some of them were showing their naked nipples over a quarter cup bra or they wore an open jacket with no bra at all. Some even stood in the doorway to the houses wearing nothing but a thong and high heels, their breasts naked. Micro mini skirts abounded. Interspersed with these houses were the sex shops selling blue videos, sexy clothes and way out fetish wear and sex toys then there were the Sex Show Theatres. We picked out what we thought would be a suitable show and decided that we would visit the next evening. We spent Saturday sight seeing and doing a little shopping but this also included some sex as we found one of the Sex Museums in the Damrak near the railway station. This museum was really very interesting showing sex and pornography through the ages. There were numerous little statuettes of ladies depicting various sex themes some quite normally dressed but with a little mirror under them showing that, like me, they did not wear knickers. There were antique dildoes and chastity belts, fetish wear, S&M gear, whips everything pertaining to sex that you could think of and then a lot that you wouldn't have thought of as well. There were pornographic photos by the thousand showing people having sex in every position. Girls wearing nipple clamps some with weights attached pulling their breasts into all manner of shapes, pierced cunts with great weights hanging from them stretching the labia as much as two or even three inches, whipping, cunt and arse fucking, sucking everything. Gays, heteros, girls being fucked by or sucking the cocks of animals. Several tableaux, one depicting Rudolf Valentino fully dressed dancing with a lady with her skirts lifted up as he fucked her while they danced. The caption says that this actually happened at a party in Hollywood. I know that it is possible as Chris managed to fuck me while we danced amongst a crowd at a party but we were both naked at the time and everyone there could clearly see what we were doing and that his cock was right up my shaven cunt. I sat under what must be the biggest prick in the world about eight feet high and I was sat on the balls. There were three floors of pure, lovely, thoroughly enjoyable sex. Saturday evening came round and the four of us had planned to go to a restaurant for dinner followed by the Sex Show. I had dressed specially for Chris. When we got to the restaurant I took off my jacket to reveal my braless breasts under a transparent white blouse. My breasts and nipples were clearly visible to everyone. I was also wearing a button through mini skirt with the bottom two buttons out of the total of five undone so that my stocking tops could be seen and of course I did not wear any knickers to cover and hide my clean shaven cunt. Chris wanted me to undo all of the buttons on the skirt from the waist down and sit with it wide open so that the waiter could see that I was knickerless and showing my bare cunt but I could not bring myself to do it, anyway he could clearly see my stocking tops my bare tits and my nipples through my blouse couldn't he. After the meal we went off once again to the Red Light district. Walking past the girls in the windows I couldn't help feeling that I too was dressed in as sexy a way as some of them. My bare cunt was only just covered by my tiny skirt which was now unbuttoned right up to my knickerless crotch and my jacket opened and hanging loosely so that my breasts and nipples were visible through the transparent blouse. We arrived at the small theatre, paid and went into the show but as we were early we were first ushered into a small cinema where porno sex films were showing. As we sat in the front row watching the fucking on the screen, I lifted my mini skirt so that it was my bare bum on the seat and Chris opened the rest of the buttons and opened up the front of the skirt so that I was naked from the waist down. I parted my legs for him to play with and finger my excited shaven cunt, the flickering screen lighting me up. Our friends could clearly see his fingers playing with my bare cunt. After a while the film stopped and we were led out and into a room with a small stage and seats round two sides of it. We had to wait for what seemed ages while the place filled up. Initially the only girls in there were me and our friend but I was glad when several more came in. Eventually the music started and a very attractive girl came on the stage and did a striptease. It was the first that I had seen so I was particularly interested in case I ever wanted to do such a thing myself, not on stage I hasten to add. In due course she stripped down to a tiny "G" string and then off it came as she danced around naked sometimes crouching and laying on the stage always with her legs held wide apart even pulling her sex lips wide showing all of her bare cunt to the audience. She had shaved between her legs and around the lips but unlike me, in front, she kept a small tuft of pubic hair above her cleft. Eventually she moved to the back of the tiny stage and pulled a candle from her bag she lit it and started running the flame up and down her body, around her breasts and over her nipples then down her flat tummy. She then lay down on the floor with her legs wide open then she pushed the end of the lighted candle between her lips and right into her quim so that just the lighted end stuck out using herself as a candlestick then she rolled around the stage with the candle held firmly inside her and still alight. We thought that it was great and I have posed like this with a lighted candle in my cunt for Chris to photograph me. The next act was very similar as another lovely girl came on wearing a red dress. This came off leaving her in a bra and "G" string. she took these off with a flourish and she danced naked, showing her pussy to us all as she parted her legs and her cunt lips. She went to the back of the stage and took a tube from her bag, from the tube came a cigar. Someone lit it for her and she smoked it normally for a while then she lay down and pushed the cigar between her pussy lips just as if it were her mouth. It started to glow and then smoke puffed out of her quim, she was actually smoking the cigar in her cunt. She kept this up for a few minutes during which time she had smoked the cigar down an inch or so then she took it out collected her things and ran off the stage. I thought that this was really incredible that she was smoking this cigar using her cunt muscles alone drawing air in through the cigar then puffing it out again. It looked so easy but I can assure you that it isn't as I have tried it for myself and I couldn't do it. The music changed once again and the next girl came on carrying her little box. just like the others she danced and stripped just like the others had. Then she got a young man to join her from the audience. She took him to the back of the stage and pulled his shirt off then backed up on him rubbing his erect cock through his trousers then her naked bum against his obvious erection. She got him to lay down on the stage and then went to her little box and took out what we thought was a thick stick or a cigarette holder which she pushed into her cunt then she crouched over the guy on the stage and wriggled about. As she helped him up we all saw that she had written I LOVE YOU in lipstick over his chest. Another change in the music this time to a Caribbean beat heralded the entrance of a coloured girl. She was quite chunky. With a lot of persuasion she managed to get two men on stage with her. She continued to dance and stripped quickly as she was only wearing a colourful top and skirt. Her tits were very large and her cunt very hairy. She took a banana from her bag and half peeled it stuffing the unpeeled end up into her pussy she brought one guy over to her and pushed his face down to her cunt so that he could bite the banana from her then she took the banana from her fanny and blindfolded the other chap then lay down on the stage with the remains of the banana held over her cunt. She pulled the blindfolded guys face down to smell the banana then she took it away at the same time pushing his face right into her wide open pussy. Then she leapt up and ran off stage. The last act was a man and woman. She was very slim and was wearing a lycra body stocking and he a lycra vest and cycling shorts. They danced together while he was caressing her body over her breasts and between her legs over the material of her dress and she rubbed his bulging cock through his shorts. He undid a couple of snaps in her body stocking and it fell away completely leaving her naked. As she turned around we could all see that not only was she naked but, just like me, she was fully shaved so that her sex lips always showed. They danced for a while as she opened her legs wide and displayed her bald cunny to the audience and pulling the lips open so that we could all see inside her, then she started on her partner peeling his vest and shorts off exposing his naked semi hard cock. She went down on her knees as we watched her take his prick deep into her mouth and sucked him, then they both lay down and started sucking each other I could clearly see his cock going in and out of her mouth and his tongue lapping at and parting her shaven labia then going in between them. It was so erotic my own knickerless cunt was almost awash with juice under my tiny skirt. He then lay her down and guided his cock to her cunt lips as they fucked in all positions even standing with her legs wrapped around her waist ending up on the floor again humping faster and faster finally with one great thrust they uncoupled and both ran quickly from the stage with his hands covering his prick. Chris being cynical says that he does not believe that they actually fucked although his cock went into her shaven cunt he didn't come . I like to believe though that it was a genuine fuck that I had watched though it was not the first time as we have fucked in the presence of other people before and watched them fuck as well. However we both enjoyed the show very much though Chris says that he would have loved to have seen two girls together and I would have love to have seen more cocks as I am sure all you girls would have too. It really is a shame that there are so many magazines that show girls with their legs spread, flashing their pussies but that we girls cannot see a single erect prick. I would have loved to see a coloured guy to see if the tale about their size is true. I have only seen one erect coloured cock and that was quite large. Chris had hoped that I would be able to take my jacket off to show my tits through my transparent blouse. He would also have loved for me to open my skirt completely to expose my shaven cunt but with the competition on stage and the very bright lights I chickened out. Had it been darker then I would have opened my skirt to sit with my shaven cunt on show to him and perhaps some of the other people who were sitting nearby. As it was though, I just kept the jacket open to show my tits. One day we will get to Amsterdam again and maybe this time we will see some more hard pricks and two girls fucking and sucking each other. I look forward to it. Amsterdam My wife, Ann, and I had had a lovely week in Amsterdam. We had visited the tulip fields, seen the sights, and on the last night we agreed to go to a live sex show. Ann dressed very sexily that evening with a completely see-through blouse that I had bought her, no bra so her nipples were very visible, and black stockings and suspenders but no knickers under a black skirt that buttoned up the front. She left a couple of buttons undone so that the tops of her stockings showed as she walked on her black heels. We entered this club which advertised live sex shows. We'd never seen one but thought it would be fun and hoped it would put an extra spark in our love life. As the night progressed we saw lots of girls and guys getting naked and kissing and caressing each other. The hard stuff was kept for later, by which time Ann's inhibitions had been reduced by the amount of alcohol that she had drunk. Anyway, a couple came onto the floor, which had been set out as a comfortable lounge scene. They kissed each other removed each other's clothing. Oral sex was quickly followed by the couple screwing right in front of us. It was extremely well performed. I was sporting a stiff erection and I could tell that Ann was turned on by the telltale sparkle in her lovely blue eyes. Next showing was a lesbian scene and then a bloke and two girls. Last on the agenda, the owner came on a told a few jokes, mostly about his wife. He then said, "Talking of wives..." and asked if there were any wife watchers in the audience. Ann giggled and pointed to me. We never had, but I had often fantasized with Ann and she knew that the idea turned me on enormously. "This is Carlo," the owner announced and a very good looking, hunky guy came out and took Ann's hand and kissed it. He pulled her to her feet and she blushed as he led her up on stage. She looked amazing with her lovely full breasts showing through her see-through top and jiggling as she tottered on her high heels. Even with her heels, she only came up to his chest. Carlo led her to the couch and sat her down. Neither of us had realised that it was audience participation, but Ann told me later that she thought it would just be some innocent fun and carried on. Carlo kissed Ann full on the the lips and I could tell his guy was good as he touched her, arousing her far more quickly than I ever had. He stood behind her and was soon stroking her breasts through her sheer top, lightly tapping her nipples until they stuck out like bullets. Carlo slowly lifted her blouse and continued to kiss her mouth and neck passionately whilst caressing her flat tummy. Then, with a gasp from the audience, he exposed her chest showing off her tits to everyone in the room. His hand moved and before she even realized it, her skirt had been unbuttoned and fell to the floor. There she stood in all her glory, my gorgeous wife in the hands of a complete stranger and wearing nothing but her stockings, suspenders and high heeled shoes. Carlo was touching and kissing her intimate places and she was obviously loving every minute of it. She just couldn't help herself. By now Carlo had removed all his clothes and moved Ann to a large padded table where he lay her down. He knelt in front of her like he was worshipping her and lifted her legs to expose her trimmed bush. His head moved lower to nuzzle her sex and, when he pushed his tongue out onto her clit, she gasped out loudly. Carlo lapped away, sometimes dipping the tip of his tongue into her pussy, but mainly licking her erect bud. "Oh fuck me, fuck me," she cried out. He stood up, however, and moved around to her head. He gently tilted it back and presented his cock to her mouth. His cock was long and slim and I was really enjoying watching him with her. At first I thought she had frozen, but then the tip of her tongue came out and slowly licked the head of his prick. It was the most erotic thing I have ever seen her do. He leant forward and her mouth opened to engulf the whole of his cock-head. The sight of her red lips around this cock was truly amazing. She was licking around the head and he was moaning with delight. More and more of this cock entered her mouth and she was mewing like a cat. Then an incredible thing happened: he pushed the whole of his long cock all the way in to her throat, until his balls were resting on her nose. The audience applauded and I was amazed because she had never sucked my cock like this, let alone deep-throated me. It must have been the angle of her head because she never even gagged as he fucked her face. He lifted her feet onto the table and pulled her knees apart so that she was fully exposed and started to finger her clit. This went on for several minutes and everyone could see her pussy opening up as it got wetter and wetter. Her juices started to round down from her pussy as she was obviously very aroused and it was so wet and open. All the time, Carlos kept sliding in and out of her mouth. Then a huge black man came out of the back. He was oiled all over and had no hair at all on his body. I was shocked when I saw his rising cock - it must have been 10 inches long and was very, very thick. Carlo spread Ann's knees further apart and the other guy knelt down opposite Carlo between her legs. He sat there stroking his massive erection. Without actually touching her, he positioned himself so that his cock was aimed at the entrance to her pussy. Carlo sped up his thrusting in and out of her mouth and then on cue ejaculated. First he gushed into her mouth, then he quickly withdrew and spectacularly showered her face and tits. She swallowed his come and brought her hands up to rub his cream into her tits just as the monster black cock spread her lips and speared her pussy. The black guy slipped the full length of his cock into her in on smooth movement. Ann cried out in ecstacy as an orgasm racked her body. I knew that she was in for a few more. Her pussy lips spread tightly around the huge girth of his cock. It was massive and black, going further inside her than I had ever been and stretching her pussy as wide as it could go, or so I thought. As he was slowly fucking her, she would occasionally cry out as he gave her more cock depth than she was used to experiencing. But she was obviously enjoying herself more than I could remember also. Once in a while he would completely withdraw and then plunge his cock deeply into her. As Ann became more accustomed to the length and girth of his mighty black truncheon, she began to encourage him to fuck her harder. He lifted her knees up so that they were up by her tits so that he could get even more of his cock meat into her. He began to build up speed and rammed more of his cock into her at an ever increasing rate. He fucked her until she was screaming out another orgasm, and he bellowed like a bull as he injected her cunt with a huge amount of white, creamy sperm. You could actually see his cock jerking inside her as more and more spunk was pumped into her cunt. After what seemed an age he withdrew and left her there. Her pussy gaped wide open and was still in the shape of his cock. Copious amounts of his thick white spunk flowed out of it and down her legs and over her stockings. The compere then summoned me over and told me to clean her up. I got a tissue from my pocket but he shook his head and indicated that I should use my tongue. I looked stunned and took a step back and then he said, "If you won't then there are plenty out there who will volunteer" pointing to the leering crowd, some of whom held their arms raised for the honour of sucking all that come out of my wife's cunt. I thought for a few seconds and the compere waved a rather grubby looking bloke up. Ann looked at me and begged "Please!" I got down on my knees between her legs and started to lap Ann's sticky and salty pussy to the applause of the audience. It felt strange performing this act on my wife in front of all these people, and my face was covered in a mixture of her pussy juice and spunk. As I got used to the taste, my own cock hardened even more at the thought of what I was doing. The black man came back and held his softened cock to Ann's mouth so that she could clean him up. She turned over onto her hands and knees and began to lick him and suck the huge plum of his cock-head into her mouth. I could see that she wanted more and sure enough it began to stiffen again. Then Carlo returned and pushed his cock where my tongue had been. But it wasn't enough for Ann who wanted more of that massive black cock up her. She pushed the black guy down on to his back and mounted him, sighing with delight as she slid his cock easily into her open, wet pussy. She bounced on his cock, gurgling with delight. After a few minutes, Carlo decided to rejoin the action. He pushed his cock slowly into her arse, something she is not very keen on. After a few minutes of this double penetration, she turned and something to Carlo. He looked at her wide-eyed but obviously agreed with her suggestion because he gently removed his cock from her arse. Ann carefully climbed off the black prick that was giving her so much pleasure. You could see in her eyes that she found it difficult to give up the feeling but she clearly had something in mind. She turned herself around so that she had her back to the black guy and then lowered her cunt to his prick once more. She held his prick in one hand as she slid onto his massive shaft. When it was all the way inside her so that all you could see were his hairless balls squashed by her arse, Carlo stepped forward once more. I could not believe she was going to try this (something we have done at home with my much smaller prick and a slim dildo) but she was going to try to take both of them in her pussy. Carlo pushed gently at the opening of her cunt, above the black prick that was already embedded inside of her. After some shuffling, her pussy slowly expanded even further to take Carlo's cock. The crowd roared with approval as he slowly pushed his whole length into her pussy. Ann reached down and rubbed her own clit as the two men started pumping in and out, timing their thrusts to match each other, and filling her cunt like it had never been filled before. Ann quickly started to come and come, one orgasm rolling into the next. The two men were both still amazed that she had been able to take both their cocks and were clearly enjoying the sensation. After a few more minutes they both started to shake as their orgasms approached and then, with one final thrust, they both spunked into Ann at the same time. She cried out one more time in ecstacy as they both deposited large amounts of thick, creamy white cum inside her pussy. After this Ann was completely spent. The compere lifted her to her feet and passed her clothes to me. She kind of smiled sheepishly at me as I helped her dress, and to applause all round, left the club. We took a cab to our hotel. Once in the bedroom I dropped her onto the bed, lifted her skirt up and plunged my cock into her. I could hardly feel the sides but the sensation of the other men's spunk running over my cock and balls as I fucked my wife, along with the memories of the evening, was enough to bring me off and add my sperm to that already inside her. We both slept soundly afterwards. Amsterdam zNote: This story evolves around a "shemale" so there is some bi-sexuality in the telling of this tale. If that's not your cup of tea, then please, don't bother reading it. Thank you. Amsterdam My wife and I had flown over from the states to visit with her parents who lived there. I had been there once before, for a quick brief visit so I knew a little of the touristy area. On this trip however, I got to see a lot more of the wilder side of Amsterdam, which for me was an eye opening experience. Mieke, my wife was a fiery redhead. Great tits, the kind you could get lost in, and play with for hours. Something she didn't at all mind my doing either. Self assured, confident and certainly friendly, she made it a lot easier for me to feel comfortable in a strange place, obviously knowing her way around, and fluent in the language. We'd decided to first stop in to what's called a "coffee shop", though to be honest, I don't remember if they even served coffee there. We'd found a comfortable booth, enjoyed a nice mellow smoke together which soon had my head buzzing in delight, and then set off to browse the red-light district just for the fun of it. Walking down row after row, peering into windows were the local girls stood letting you get a good look at them was an interesting experience. Most of whom I actually did find reasonably attractive. Several of which were flirtatious and at times even funny as they tried wooing both my wife and I into their rooms for some adventure. Eventually however, having done a considerable amount of so called window-shopping, I was reasonably aroused, as was my wife. We then decided to take in one of several live sex shows that were dotted here and there within the district. I had never been to one of course, and was now curious about it. Actually watching performers engage in real sex on stage was a pretty fucking erotic experience. I'd always been a bit of a voyeur anyway, not to mention somewhat of an exhibitionist, so the opportunity to sit down in a comfortable, relaxed atmosphere and actually watch someone else having sex, was right up my alley. By the time we came out from the theatre, I was about ready to bust a nut, my erection almost painfully pressed within my jeans making it not only awkward, but very difficult to walk. When Mieke suggested we go inside to a nearby pub for a pint, I was all for it. Just sitting down, giving my prick some time to get flaccid again seemed like a really good idea at the time. The place was pretty well packed and it was still early yet. But we eventually managed to slip into the only remaining booth available, ordered our drinks, and then sat back to enjoy the typical Dutch atmosphere and amusements from the average working populace that came in here at the end of the day for a good stiff drink after work. We'd just ordered our second drinks, my cock finally softening enough that I felt like we could go out, walk about again though our next intended stop was to be the world famous sex museum they had there. I knew by the end of the evening, especially after having taken that in, I'd be randy enough to fuck a mule. Luckily for me however, I had a hot sexy wife that was more than willing to do just that so that I wouldn't have to. It was at that particular moment that I glanced up as the door to the pub opened and a rather attractive woman came walking in. "Mieke? Doesn't she look familiar?" I asked. I knew I had seen her somewhere before, and then it hit me, just as Mieke laughed, already knowing where we had. "Yes honey, she's the one we stood looking at the longest, remember?" Now in fact, I did. She had long dark hair that fell well down to the middle of her back, long natural eyelashes, and a full set of very sensual looking lips. The thing that had perhaps attracted us both about her the most was that she didn't look typically slutty, even in the window as she attempted to entice us into coming in. Now, here in the pub, she looked even more natural, like any typical attractive looking woman just on her way home from work. As busy as the place was, she stood looking around for a place to sit. At that moment, she spotted Mieke and I sitting alone in a booth meant to seat four, and came walking over. By the smile on her face, she had recognized us as well. "Mind if I join you?" She asked. We didn't mind it at all, inviting her to sit as she ordered her drink, and then spoke with us unlike before. Through the window, all we'd been able to do was basically smile at one another, make hand gestures, and basically flirt and tease one another. Mieke and I had even briefly discussed the possibility of going in and negotiating with her for some quick fun amongst the three of us. But as we didn't have a whole lot of available cash on us at the time, we decided that thirty minutes of naughty pleasure would have cut our evening far shorter than either one of us would have preferred. Now we sat actually conversing with her without hand signals or smiles, though there were still plenty of those to go around too as she found out only then we'd come over from the States, though as I'd said, Mieke had herself grown up there in the Nederland's. She had soon after introduced herself as Kim. I had taken in the fact that she was dressed somewhat demurely, not at all in the typical way one might expect for a girl working the red light district. She wore a lightweight pullover sweater. And though it was semi low cut in front, showing off an ample amount of cleavage, along with a short skirt that wasn't obscenely too short even for Amsterdam, she looked like any other normal working class person you might run into there on the streets. The fact she had teased Mieke and I both with a peek at her full breasts, which looked a lot like my wife's had been an enticing invitation, which had been the catalyst for standing there discussing the possibility of actually going in before we took accounting of our current finances and decided otherwise. Kim was fun and interesting to talk to, telling us about her work and some of the more amusing situations she had been in while working there. At one point, she had even dropped her hand down on my upper thigh briefly as we sat there together in the booth, chatting away amiably about how Mieke and I had first met, eventually her coming over to join me in the States, getting married, and a little about herself growing up here. We decided to stay and have one more glass of beer with her before moving on to the museum, but I also knew I needed to use the toilet before I could, which quickly became the consensus for all of us. As crowed as the place still was however, we knew we needed someone to guard our table while we took turns peeing. As Kim now sat on one end, she excused herself first. I figured Mieke would slide out the other way and go with her, but she sat waiting until after Kim had left. "Interesting character isn't she?" I stated, having thoroughly enjoyed our conversation with her up to that point. "You might could say that," Mieke mused smiling with her eyes at me. "You do know...she's a shemale don't you?" You could have seriously knocked me over with a feather. The reason for that was, I wasn't exactly a novice when it came to knowing, or having seen so called shemales before in my lifetime. I'd seen a few in photos and magazines, and had on occasion actually watched a few porn movies. But there had always been something about each of them that had been a dead giveaway. Not that I hadn't found a few of them actually attractive even realizing what they were. But this was the first time I'd honestly been fooled. Not only had her breasts looked very natural, which even Mieke told me she'd found to be as well, but her voice hadn't hinted at any sort of masculinity in it whatsoever. There was no high pitched falsetto, from a man trying to sound like a woman, nor was there a deeper than normal voice coming out of her as a woman either. Even her facial features were all woman, and like I said, attractive as hell. Had we not seen her in the window earlier, I wouldn't have given it another thought. "Are you sure?" I asked still having difficulty believing it. Mieke laughed. "Well for one thing Rick, she has an Adams apple. And for another, she went into the men's room...not the women's!" I hadn't watched her do that for one thing, but I certainly hadn't spotted any Adam's apple either, though I now realized, that's not what I'd been looking at most of the time we'd been sitting there. Curious, I stood and made my way towards the toilet just as Kim came out, smiling as she did passing me on her way back to our table. I smiled back, though now feeling a bit foolish obviously surprised by this revelation. By the time I returned, Mieke had gotten up and was using the women's toilet, leaving Kim and I to sit there alone together. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?" She asked. I then told her how Mieke and I had planned to next walk down the street and take in the sex museum. Kim proceeded to fill me in on some of the wilder things we would find there when we did, and gave me some directions on some of the best areas to take a look at, especially as there was so much to see, and it was easy to overlook a great many of them. She then said she had a flat just around the corner from there, and as we'd now all finished our drinks, she'd walk with us towards the museum as it was on her way home. When Mieke returned, we were already standing preparing to leave. I quickly informed her that Kim was heading that way as well, and then we left. Once again we fell into easy comfortable chatter, made even more so, and even more interesting with the knowledge I now had, that Kim was in fact a shemale. I continued to observe, trying to discover any traits I had somehow managed to miss. But aside from the hardly noticeable Adam's apple, there simply weren't any I could find. We were laughing about one of the sex museums current exhibits as we walked along heading in that direction when Kim told us that she had a pretty interesting collection of antique toys, vibrators and whatnot herself. To our surprise, she invited us up to her flat for another drink, and a look-see at what she had. The one thing about my wife, she could read me like a book. I was curious about Kim to be sure, and the fact we actually had had a delightful evening talking to her made the acceptance of her offer far easier to make. "We'd love to!" Mieke answered for us both. "I'd love to see what you've got!" She had said the very words I was thinking, though I couldn't help wondering if she'd meant them the way I was now thinking them. And don't get me wrong, it wasn't that I was so much interested in seeing if Kim actually had a cock, by now I obviously knew that she did. But her demeanor, her friendliness, and the fact I was still hearing her, and seeing her as an attractive woman, even though she obviously wasn't, was now more than a simple curiosity for me. Perhaps with all the previous evening's festivities we'd been enjoying, the arousal that had initially caused us to go in and sit down in the pub in the first place came roaring back. Suddenly my mind was filled with the image of seeing Kim and my wife together. On the one hand, it was the idea of two women together that always had been an erotic thrill for me in the first place. You know, tit to tit...that sort of thing. But now...there was obviously an interesting twist to that, which also knowing my wife as well as she knew me, included what could very possibly be another nice hard stiff cock to look at. And not that either one of us had any real expectations of that actually happening, there was nothing being said that it wouldn't either. Moments later we were following Kim up a very narrow flight of stairs forcing us to climb them in single file until reaching her apartment. When we entered, I was somewhat surprised, and yet pleased to see how tastefully clean and well decorated it was. I had half expected to find it a dump, but Kim obviously kept a very neat and tidy place. And though obviously small, it was yet spacious enough at the same time as she'd incorporated the use of the space she did have to its best advantage. "Help yourselves to a drink," she informed us after entering, and then adding, "And if you don't mind, I'd like to change into something a bit more comfortable," she told us, soon after disappearing into what was obviously her bedroom. Kim had a small, but nicely stocked bar. Pouring the three of us a glass of wine, we stood there waiting for Kim to reemerge which she soon did minutes later. "Come on in...come see my collection," she called out to us. Obviously, it was in her bedroom. Grabbing her wine, I followed Mieke into the room. Kim stood waiting for us, accepting her wine from me as we entered. She had indeed changed, now wearing a rather short, though sensual looking Japanese Kimono. I couldn't help but notice her smooth shapely legs, once again nearly shaking my head in disbelief that she was, at least to some extent, part male. She simply didn't look like it, or act the part. Above her bed in a glass case was a collection of what were obviously antique looking sex toys, which she began showing and explaining to us. All of which surprisingly still worked too. As she leaned over her bed, her silk short robe rode up just high enough to reveal the fact she was wearing the briefest of tiny thongs as her twin cheeks, smooth, bare and invitingly revealed peeked out at us both. Even Mieke gave them an appreciative look just as I did. We soon after sauntered back into her cozy sized sitting room and sat down on the small couch, Kim taking a seat in another comfortable looking chair across from us. As she sat, daintily crossing her legs, I couldn't help but glance in that direction as she did so, catching briefly what I felt to be was a rather prominent looking bulge between her legs. To my surprise, I felt my own renewed bulge growing, once again making it somewhat difficult for me to simply sit there in the position that I was without making some sort of an adjustment. Feeling very comfortable, and without too much embarrassment, I did, but I didn't really have any choice either. It was that, or sit there and be miserable. Needless to say, my adjustment didn't go without notice. Kim smiled watching me, as Mieke actually giggled. "What's a matter honey? Something come up?" I laughed trying to make light of the subject. "Must have been the sex show," I said simply. That made Kim laugh. "Oh? So you went to a sex show huh?" she asked. "Before...or after you window shopped me?" Though she continued before either Mieke and I could answer. "You know...I'd be more than happy to put on a show for you myself...free of charge in fact," she continued saying. "I'm quite a bit of an exhibitionist myself, and let's face it, being who I am, and what I am, tends to generate a bit of curious interest in that regard. Would you two enjoy seeing something like that?" She asked. Admittedly, we both did, smiling at her by way of an answer. "Then consider this as our own private little sex show," she told us. "Though feel free to make yourselves even more comfortable in order to enjoy it," she added. Initially, neither Mieke nor I made any attempt at doing anything more than merely sit there, watching Kim however as she undid the sash on her Kimono as she walked over to a CD player she had nearby and put on some music. As it began playing, she began dancing, swaying to it, slowly and teasingly revealing bits of herself as she did so. Eventually she tossed the robe she'd been wearing onto the back of her chair, now cupping, toying with her magnificent looking breasts as she teased us by playing with them. It wasn't long for me at least, when I could no longer tolerate the hard stiff erection in my pants, though Mieke had already decided she wanted something to play with herself while the two of us sat watching Kim seductively dance around for us. Mieke had released my enormously stiff prick, sitting beside me as she fondled it, and then waggling it playfully as Kim smiled, noticing the erotic display. "Why don't you get comfortable too?" she suggested at my wife. I sat watching as Mieke then stood, slowly stripping out of her clothing as both Kim and I looked on while she did. I soon joined her, taking the rest of my own clothing off as well, until ironically, Kim now wore more than we were. All that remained was the tightly stretched thong that bulged quite obscenely, the bulbous tip of Kim's prick suddenly making an appearance over the rim at the top. Stretching it out, she then yanked it down, freeing her cock, which sprang like a tightly coiled spring actually slapping back against her abdomen as she did that. I was certainly no slouch in that particular department myself, but Mieke and I both stood there staring at Kim's extremely hard, extremely thick, and extremely long cock. If I'd thought at one point, or expected to find that she had some delicate, almost effeminate sort of a member between her legs, I was sadly mistaken. This was a prick of enormous proportions. And like I said, certainly on the upper end of the average side of things myself, Kim's dick made mine look almost disproportionate. It was oddly weird in a way for me, perhaps for us both. Kim standing there before us, magnificent full, natural looking breasts, each one capped with a lovely dark pink, very hard thick nipple that just invited two mouths to be sucking them, and then this very rigid, extremely long thick prick standing up between her legs as she soon took a seat, fondling it, along with one of her breasts as she did so. "We can do as much...or as little as you'd like," Kim said standing up once again, walking over towards us as we sat there on the couch. I turned looking at my wife, smiling at her as I did, letting her know in that moment that she was a free to take this as she wanted to. Likewise, she winked at me, saying the same, and then turned, her hand automatically reaching out as it wrapped itself around Kim's enormous phallus. "There's plenty there for two," Kim said looking down, enjoying the feel of my wife's hand as she fondled her, now looking over towards me. "If you'd like...nothing to be afraid of, I promise...I won't bite, unless you want me to," she giggled. Even her laugh sounded like a woman's, and regardless of the fact she had one giant assed cock sticking up between her legs, I just couldn't see her as a man, even with that thing proving that at least a part of her still was. But it was...the only part. I can freely and openly admit, we'd watched enough porn together, and perhaps even more to the point, when we'd hot-tubbed with friends, I'd enjoyed watching the hard stiff cocks throbbing between the men's legs, enjoyed seeing them spurt, throb, and shoot their cream. It had always added to the erotic sensuality of whatever it was we were experiencing together. But this...this was indeed uniquely different than any of that. I reached out, placing my hand next to my wife's as the two of us sat there stroking this magnificent prick, hearing the pleasured sighs coming from Kim as we did so. As one, we now stood, each of us leaning to capture one of Kim's sweet nipples within our lips, sucking on them simultaneously, all the while continuing to tease, fondle and stroke her hard cock. "Why don't we...go into the bedroom," Kim moaned pleasurably. Happily, excitedly, Mieke and I followed. Climbing onto the bed, my wife now positioned herself between us, Kim and I now treating Mieke to the same delights we'd been giving Kim. As I sucked on my wife's right breast, Kim now did the same to her left. Mieke's hands filled with each of us, stroking my still very hard stiff prick, and likewise fondling and playing with Kim's. It quickly became a game of touch and feel, positions changing periodically as we all began to familiarize ourselves intimately with one another. And though we did that, I was still slightly unprepared for it when I found Kim slither up between my legs, joining Mieke momentarily as the two of them proceeded to tickle my cock with their lips and tongues. The sensation of which drove me nearly insane. Again, it was basically impossible for me to lay there, looking at Kim, and see anything other than the woman I felt her to be. Mieke soon began exploring Kim's prick with her mouth, lavishing it with the expertise she had so often pleasured me with. As she did, Kim likewise continued on, sucking, teasing, and licking my shaft as I reached down, fondling her breasts, enjoying the feel of her hard stiff nipples, rolling them between my fingers in much the same way I enjoyed doing to Mieke's. Amsterdam In time, Kim slipped between my wife's legs, and with the same sort of expertise any woman might have, she began licking my wife's sweet succulent cunt, driving her insane with desire. I sat for a moment watching, my cock throbbing hotly as I did so, looking over, seeing the purple swollen knob of Kim's prick likewise dancing about of its own accord. Easily within reach, I did so, once again taking a surprised delight in holding it in my hand, fondling, stroking and playing with it. I couldn't help but notice the subtle similarities as well as the differences between us, the softness and warmth of Kim's shaft, even though it was as hard as a fucking rock simultaneously, just as mine was. I pulled on it, stretching the skin secreting away the head of his prick, eliciting a nice fat droplet of precum fuck juice, quickly capturing that with my finger tips, and then caressing his shaft, his fat spongy prick head with it, teasing it mercilessly as I did so. Hearing Kim moan once again, that same pleasured cry of ecstasy that any woman would make being so touched still confounded me as I sat there, playing with a cock instead of a cunt, and yet for the moment at least, enjoying it every bit as much. Before I knew it, I had leaned over, drawing as much of Kim's prick into my mouth as I could, sucking it as sweetly and as softly as I knew how. Seconds later, Mieke joined me, the two of us simultaneously now licking it together, passing it back and forth like a shared ice cream cone as we took turns sucking, licking, and still hand over hand stroking her cock together. How long we lay doing that I have no idea, and though it seemed like forever, neither one of us wanted to stop, quit, or go on to something else now or different. It was erotically sensual, sharing this moment with my wife, sucking another cock, just as she was, though I felt no queasiness nor guilt, nor awkwardness in doing so. Even when Kim announced she was about to cum, neither one of us quit, urging her to do so, and then licked, sucked, and continued to pump her prick until the inevitable eruption finally came. As though holding onto a geyser, Kim cried out in delight, the first massive spurts of her cream shooting high into the hair between us as she sat closely together watching it. I could feel part of it splashing down against my back and shoulders, realizing in an instant how my own so very often must have felt when doing the same on Mieke, and how she'd giggled wickedly at the sensation of it, just as I now found myself doing. We paused briefly rolling away, watching Kim's prick continue to throb in pleasured release until gathering herself, she finally sat up smiling. "Now then...what would you like?" she asked Mieke. When Mieke looked at me, I knew exactly what she wanted. Something she had always wanted to do, yet we never had had the opportunity to do so...until now. "What I'd like..." she began, "If...or as soon as, you can manage it...is to have the two of you fuck me simultaneously." It was clearly evident there was no way she was going to allow Kim's enormously thick prick anywhere's near her ass, it would be difficult enough for her to even accept it inside her tight though very wet cunt. So it went without question as to who'd be doing what as surprisingly, Kim's cock once again began to stiffen, even though she'd just squirted what had seemingly looked like a gallon of cum juice only minutes ago now. "There's condoms in the drawer next to the bed," she told me. I was closer, so I reached for them, handing her one, and then watched as she unwrapped it, soon rolling it over and down her once again stiff cock. "Ready whenever you two are," she then told us. Even as well lubricated as we both knew that she was, this was going to take a moment or two before Mieke could fully, and comfortably impale herself down on Kim's prick. Sitting on top of her, I now lay, idly toying with, and enjoying one of Kim's breasts and nipples, all the while watching Mieke as she initially just moved back and forth letting the feel of her cunt as it slipped up and down Kim's shaft both tease and delight the two of them. When she finally was ready, she repositioned herself, reaching down, placing the head of his prick near her opening. Kim was indeed thick, his swollen head once again large. Seeing the minor struggle, without even thinking about it, I reached down, grasping Kim's cock, holding it in place as Mieke now began to slowly ease herself down over the giant phallus. "Oh yeah...yeah! Fuck that's hot!" I commented, still holding Kim's dick, stroking it even as my wife gingerly, an inch at a time, slowly worked herself down and over Kim's shaft until she had actually managed to bury the length of it inside herself, finally having forced my own hand away from it so that she could. I continued to lie there off to the side, watching the two of them fuck, my cock dripping with cum drool, which immediately attracted Kim's attention to it. Reaching over, she now gripped me in hand once again, teasing and stroking my cock pleasurably until Mieke announced she felt ready for me to try penetrating her ass. Using some of the same lube Kim had still had to use on himself, though Mieke was about as wet and slippery as I'd ever known her to be, I applied a bit of it to myself, and then to her ass. Kneeling behind her now, I positioned the head of my prick at that tight little opening and pressed. Even then, it took careful pains to ensure I could ease into her comfortably, as stretched as she already was at the other end. Eventually I did however, as Kim patiently waited, her cock deeply embedded inside my wife's cunt. Inch by inch, until I too was inside her, my own stiff cock pressing against Kim's, which I could easily feel as the two of us now filled her completely at both ends, though as yet unmoving. "Oh my God!" Mieke moaned, just sitting there with the two of us filling her, and then slowly, gradually, beginning to move together simultaneously as we began fucking Mieke in unison. She'd been hovering on the edge herself half the night as it was. And now experiencing, enjoying and finally knowing the pleasure of being double-fucked as it were, I sensed the inevitable beginnings of her climax as it began seizing her entire body. Thrusting in and out of her, I knew as well that I wouldn't be far behind when she did. Feeling, and then hearing her cry out as she came, thrashing about wildly, giggling, laughing, which she very often did whenever her pleasures where that great, which they obviously were. She soon fell off to one side, unable to help it, uncoupling us both when she did. I had been only moments away from filling her ass with my cream though I didn't express it at the time, her pleasures too sweet to damper with my own selfish want still throbbing within my balls. Kim however somehow knew how close I must have been by the expression on my face, quickly scrambling over, her hand wrapping itself about my shaft, now pumping it up and down, aiming it purposely and directly towards her mouth. "Go ahead," she smiled, waiting expectantly for the onslaught we both knew was imminent. It took but a second or two longer, then the first deliciously intense spurt of my own joy juice ripped through the length of my cock, spearing the back of Kim's throat as I watched it leap, followed quickly by another, and then another. Kim swallowed the mass of my copious spending without so much as batting an eyelash, continuing to milk my prick until there was simply no more juice to produce from it, only then letting go. By now, Mieke had recovered just enough to sit there watching all this, a smile on her face, contentment in her eyes at what we'd all just shared and been through together. But looking down at Kim's once again very hard stiff prick, she and I knew we couldn't as yet leave, and had no intention of doing so, and leaving her in that particular condition. "Ok...now then, what would you like?" Mieke asked her. "Seriously?" "Seriously, anything...name it," we both agreed. "Well, to be perfectly honest," she began. "The hardest, strongest orgasms I ever experience, is when I'm being fucked in the ass, and sucked off at the same time." At the moment, there was only one problem with that, I was now fairly flaccid, and though I knew in time I'd eventually get hard enough again to make the attempt. The reality was, Mieke and I really were running out of time, expected back at her parent's place before too much longer now as it was. But it became quickly evident that Kim had already taken all that into consideration. "One of my toys...in my collection," she said pointing over towards it, which happened to be an original strap-on. Mieke quickly slipped into it putting it on. Admittedly, even she looked hot with what looked like a very life-like penis now sticking up and between my wife's legs. It wasn't necessary to discuss or point out my roll or place in Kim's request, and I really honestly didn't think twice about doing it now either. As Kim positioned herself on her knees, Mieke mounted her from behind, again smearing the two of them with some nice slick lubrication. I slipped under Kim, the view interesting enough as my wife eased herself inside her ass. Her hard long stiff cock hungrily waiting for me as I took it in hand and began fondling, working it, and then soon sucking on the tip of it as Mieke now slowly, yet expertly began fucking her. I hadn't expected to get hard again, at least not so soon anyway. But laying there the way that I was, it was easy for Kim to lean forward, Mieke still enjoyably fucking her ass, as she now drew my entire prick inside her mouth. As soft as I now was, it was an easy feat for her to perform of course, but as she softly sucked me, tickling me back to life again, I likewise found myself exploring and performing the same pleasured sensations on her prick that she was giving to mine. Before long, I was hard and stiff once again, making it far more difficult for her to fully mouth me the way she had initially done, something that was completely impossible for me to do under either circumstance. But the decadence of Kim and I sucking off one another while Mieke continued fucking her ass, soon had the two of us spiraling to yet again another glorious orgasmic explosion. I came only a few moments before Kim did, and though I knew there wasn't much that shot from the head of my prick, it still felt incredibly intense as she sucked down whatever there was that came out of my dick. I'd already made the decision that I was committed now myself, not wanting to cheapen or lessen her pleasures either. When she began to pant, the bliss of her pleasures only moments away, I stroked, sucked, and urged her on to the point of no return. Seconds later, I felt the warmth of her spending filling my mouth, swallowing rapidly as spurt after delicious spurt of her cream suddenly began pouring into me, not all that different from when my wife's cunt creamed, as it very often did whenever I ate her. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kim moaned pleasurably, emptying herself into my mouth, and then soon after collapsing onto the bed, Mieke going with her, still deeply impaled within her ass as the three of us simply lay for a while collecting ourselves. Already running late as it was, we soon had to dress, saying goodbye. Two days later we finally managed to take in the sex museum, which in and of itself was another eye opening experience, and certainly worth the while in seeing. And though once again pressed for time, we made a sudden unplanned for side trip back to the district, passing by the window where we'd first seen Kim that day we had gone down there. Unfortunately, the curtains were closed, letting us know she was currently occupied. Mieke and I smiled wondering...when we had both first seen and met her, neither one of us had known. How many men actually ever did know, most of which only wanting either a hand job for cheap, or a quick pleasured blowjob after work before going home. Perhaps some few others would find out wanting or asking for more than that. Some would perhaps stay, others leave in search of another. And some perhaps, would succumb to delights previously unknown. Just as we did. Amsterdam We are walking through the red light district in Amsterdam again having both fantasised about going into one the doorways together and actually fulfilling the fantasy. Both of us are extremely excited by the possibility of waking into one of the girls' doorways together, but in reality both of us are worried by it, concerned about any impact it might have on us. We have talked about the fantasy, could we ever make it a reality? Even the thought of doing it turns us both on immensely and it is on our minds as we walk through the crowded streets looking at the girls beckoning to us. The girls are mostly trying to catch my eye and avoiding looking at you but occasionally they motion to you rather than me sensing that you might be interested, either for yourself or the two of us. Most of the girls look bored and uninterested but every now and again one does appear to be more fun and interesting, a sense of humour coming through despite the situation. As we pass one window a girl with a beautiful body catches my eye and then very obviously looks at me, smiling at me before looking at you. She looks you up and down very obviously guessing what must be going through your mind beckons you in smiling at you. She points at us both and then at herself, the suggestion is obvious. Sensing your interest she looks you directly in the eye and slowly slides one hand down over her body, lingering over her full ripe breast and pinching a nipple into stiffness through the thin, tightly stretched material of her bra before letting her hand drift down into her skimpy knickers. We can both see her hand cupping the plump mound of her pussy, her fingers moving down over her clit. I know the idea of going in turns you on but we are both too scared to take the plunge. Almost in unison we shake our heads and start to move away. The girl gives a pout of disappointment but still smiles appealingly as we turn away, which is almost as enticing as her erotic display. We both know that we were tempted to go with the girl but still held back. We walk a little further and come across the bar we were in last time we were there. Inevitably we decide to go in for beer and end up having several, watching the tourists passing by looking at the girls. We start talking about a threesome with the girl who was touching herself in the window and begin to tell each other how it would happen, building up our joint fantasy as we have many times in bed together. Finally, after several beers we have turned ourselves on so much by talking about it and are now so horny that I say "Come on, Lets do it" standing up to take you by the hand and lead you out of the bar. We walked back to the street where the girl we had fantasised about was. She was still there in the window when we arrived. She recognised us immediately and smiled at us, your hand gripping mine in a moment of fear and anticipation. She walked to a door beside the large display window and opened it inviting us in. We hesitated a moment then gripping each other's hand tightly stepped over the threshold into the darkened room. The girl led us in, walking over to the window and closing a heavy curtain shutting out the scene of the street, passers by looking in and seeing us standing waiting nervously, flashes of excitement and recognition crossing their faces as they realise what is happening. I look at you and see the mix of nervousness and excitement in your face, your eyes open wide and your pupils dilated in the low light. The girl turns back to us. We do not need to say anything. She knows this is for both of us. She slowly walks over to us and reaches out to stroke your hair. Gently and slowly she runs hers hands down over your hair and leans towards you, kissing you cheek tenderly before embracing you. Her firm tits press against yours as she rests her head on your shoulder and her hands slip down over your back and hips. Gingerly you release my hand and lift your arms to her, you hands touching her shoulders and upper arm, feeling her soft warm skin, so different to mine. She slowly unbuttons your top, her lips brushing you neck and shoulders as she peels back your collar. I stand behind you and help her undress you, lifting your top off your shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, then helping her with your bra all the time her hands are running over your newly exposed skin, feeling you and touching you softly. I undo the catch to your bra and she lifts it off your shoulders, immediately lowering her head to your pert little tits. Your nipples respond immediately as you feel her warm lips fasten onto your sensitive flesh. You look down to see her sucking you, moaning as her teeth nip your hard puckered nipple and my teeth gently bite your exposed neck and shoulder. She sinks to her knees in front of sliding your trousers over your hips and letting them collapse in a pile around your ankles. Then she hooks her fingers into the waist of your pants and slips them down. You feel material slide over your skin as she exposes the soft curls of your beautiful little cunt. Your knickers cling wetly to your damp sex briefly before sliding down to join your trousers on the floor. She looks up at you, her face inches from your plump mound and tells you that you have a beautiful body. You know that she can smell your excitement, the thought exciting you and making you want her to bury her face between your thighs and pleasure your aching sex. Rather than touching you she stands and with a hand on your stomach she gently pushes you back towards a blanket covered couch at the back of the small room. The couch touches the back of your legs and you sink down onto it. She takes a step back and watching your face she slowly takes of her skimpy lace underwear Her ripe tits spill from the cups of her bra as she drops it to the floor, your eyes fixed on her dark pink nipples as she teases then into hard points with her fingers. Still looking into your eyes she slides her knickers down over her hips and thighs, exposing her dark neatly trimmed bush to you. Slowly and provocatively she slides her fingers between her legs and runs them along the moist groove of her sex, letting you see her fingers teasing her clit. You lie back on the couch she walks towards you and kneels in front of you gently pushing your knees apart. Coyly you let her open your legs watching her face as she exposes your pouting sex. Her fingers brush your damp curls lightly feeling wonderful on your sensitive skin. You feel her touching your swollen lips teasing them apart to find the wetness inside you. Her experienced fingers know exactly how to touch you, making you gasp with pleasure as she finds your clit and brushes it gently. You look down along your own body as her head drops and her face starts to sink between your thighs. As I watch I kick off my shoes and drop my trousers and pants to the floor. My cock is as hard as iron, throbbing with pleasure and moist at the end where musky juice is bubbling from the tip. You see my cock spring out of my pants and smile at me, reaching out to touch it. Your cool hand taking hold of my cock and then using it to gently pull me towards you. You moan loudly and squeeze my cock hard as the girl's tongue brushes your aching cunt. You feel it touching you wetly and running over your sensitive lips, separating them to find your clit. Opening your legs wider for her you pull my cock towards your mouth sucking it in greedily and tasting my musky juice on your tongue. She spreads the delicate lips of your beautiful cunt wide apart and runs her tongue up and down your open cleft, lapping at your wetness like a cat, her warm tongue running up from your creamy hole to your clit and back down again while your own tongue runs around the head of my throbbing cock and your hands cup my swollen balls. She lies down on the couch, her head hanging over the edge towards me. She makes you kneel over her, your knees on either side of her body, and your exposed cunt pointing directly at her face. Like this you can feel her tits pressing into your stomach as your own sensitive nipples brush the silky skin of hers. Her thighs fall open and you can smell her excitement as you glimpse the delicate folds of her sex. I stand behind you, my cock pointing at your soaking pussy, your pouting lips swollen open and glistening with excitement, inviting my rigid cock into your body. Her hand reaches up to my cock and guides the tip towards your tight little hole, the smooth shiny head of my cock touching your soft pink lips and making us both moan with pleasure. With her hand still holding me against you I slowly push my cock into you, watching as my thick shafts stretches your beautiful cunt and your swollen lips wrap around me. I slide easily into your warm hole watching the wonderful sight of my curving cock disappear into eager little cunt. As I push myself into you, you push yourself back onto me driving me deeper into your body and your head drops between her thighs, so that your face rests against her excited cunt. In your excitement your mouth naturally opens and you breath in the scent of her arousal as your lips brush the soft curls of her mound. Putting out your tongue you timidly run it over her lips tasting the creamy musk of her sex. Spurred on by my cock pumping into you from behind you start to lick her, parting her lips with your tongue and slipping it deeper into her body finding the pert little button of her clit and teasing it with the tip of your tongue. Watching your head move between her thighs I grip my hips and thrust myself into you, my heavy balls bouncing in her face as she opens her mouth to lick you. Her tongue runs over you clit as I push my cock deep inside you. The feeling of my cock moving inside you and her tongue moving against your clit stretched lips making you moan with pleasure into her cunt. You start to come on my cock you pleasure peaking quickly and subsiding as fuck you, my cock plunging wetly in and out of your body. Your creamy cunt rubbing my throbbing cock as I slide easily in and out of your soaking wet wide open sex. She senses your orgasm passing away and takes her tongue from your clit, sucking on my balls instead and now making me groan with pleasure. The thrusts of my cock get faster and deeper as my orgasm approaches. As she senses this she runs her tongue between the cheeks of my arse and probes my sensitive hole, pushing her tongue into me just as my cock begins to pulse and I start to come. My cock erupts deep inside you and my balls empty in a flood of searing pleasure, thick creamy sperm spurting from my twitching cock and pulsing against your cervix as it is milked by your beautiful cunt. My softening cock slips from your body and falls into the open mouth of the girl below us. She gently sucks our creamy juices from my subsiding cock, teasing the acutely sensitive tip of my cock and savouring the taste as she cleans my cock perfectly. Then she starts to do the same to you, licking your pussy and letting my sperm run from your open sex into her mouth. Your delicate labia are swollen and wide open after being forced apart by my thick cock and your sensitive little clit is exposed and thrusting out, eager for attention. She can easily run her tongue across your clit as she licks my sperm and the rich creamy juice of your orgasm from your parted lips. She starts to alternate between licking your clit and lips with running her tongue up and down the sweet cleft of your cunt to probe deeply into your creamy hole letting large drops of my sperm to slip out of you and into her waiting mouth. She flicks her tongue over your clit until you start to come again. I gaze down between your parted thighs and watch the contractions of your excited little cunt push the remaining drops of my sperm from your body to run down over you clit and into her open mouth. Amsterdam "So what is it that you do in Denver?" He asked her around a bite of the chicken parmesan he had taken just a moment before. Usually, she would have thought it was gross for a man to talk with his mouth full, but he had taken an unusually dainty bite, and it seemed kind of cute. She paused with the fork halfway to her mouth and tipped her head to him. "I'm a building inspector." She took the bite and found that while it wasn't bad, it was lukewarm. She supposed that was what happened when you sat in coach and not first class. "I don't think I know any lady inspectors," he said. Their eyes met and she gave him a shy little smile. "There aren't a whole lot of us, but I really like setting my own hours, and the money's not bad." Even with the dip in housing prices, and the slow market, she had been lucky enough to have steady work. She was good at what she did and sometimes she thought people liked the novelty of a woman inspector. Not that she was complaining. If it was novelty that was driving the work, she was all about it. They each took a few bites, and then she asked him what he did. "I'm in banking," he said simply. He didn't volunteer anything more than that and she didn't pry. She was pretty certain whatever he had to say about banking, she really wouldn't care to hear anyway. "So why are you going to Amsterdam?" She asked when they were a few bites further into their meals. She was opening the cookie and he was finishing the cheese and cracker. "I'm moving. My work is moving me to Amsterdam." "Are you excited? I know I would be!" A smile stretched the corners of her mouth. "I love moving! But more than moving, I love going to new places, that's how I ended up going on this trip in the first place." "I'm a little excited, but mostly scared and hassled." He couldn't help the little smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth. "You are so lucky! I have always wanted to live abroad!" "Why haven't you?" He asked. He was curious about this little woman who was funny and smart. He felt lucky he wasn't a few seats up, where he was supposed to have been. And this new pretty seat mate was more interesting than the man he had sat next to on the way to the Detroit. That man had snored with his head back from the time the plane had taken off until landing. It was a good thing he had brought earplugs with him. That didn't spare him from the hot breath on his cheek however. At least it hadn't been stinky. Just a faint smell of eggs and coffee. "Life gets in the way sometimes," she said with just a hint of sadness in her voice. "A guy?" He wondered at his boldness. He wasn't generally so bold. He wasn't a shrinking violet either, it was just that he didn't usually feel the need to talk with most other people. He certainly hadn't wanted to talk to the man who'd traveled next to him on the way to his friend's wedding in Mexico, but then, that man hadn't been as cute as the cinnamon colored woman next to him. Her almond shaped brown eyes glowed friendly and warm from her face, her pert nose was rounded and made him want to kiss her on the tip of it. Below that, were a set of lips that were plump and a little glossy from the dab of lip gloss she had put on just before they had gotten their food. "Aren't the cause of most of life's problems usually somehow related to the opposite sex?" "Ah yes." He gave a wise nod. "An ex-girlfriend is partly to blame for the move." "She must have been something for you to move out of the country," She joked. "I once moved across town because of a man, but a whole new country... Was she psycho?" "Nah," he said shyly. "it wasn't like that at all. We broke up and the opportunity came up, and it seemed silly to stay in Minneapolis when I was single could do something that was a little outrageous." "Well, good for you," she had an air of someone who really cared. Most of his friends and family had told him he was crazy for picking up and moving away. "I wish I could just pick up and go sometimes." "What keeps you from just going?" he tugged at the rubbery roll he held in his hand with his teeth, and chewed laboriously. "I just feel kind of tied down there, you know? So many things I feel like I should be doing for my family and friends." She gave him a small lift of her lips and then she added quietly. "Someday, perhaps." Finishing their meals, he watched the little television in front of him, and she read one of the thin books he'd seen her pull from the bag at her feet. When the flight attendant took away their trays, they both settled in, talking to one another about silly things, and then taking a break again to read or watch a movie. It was at around five hours in that Simon started to get restless. Looking up from her movie and pulling an earphone from her ear canal, she tilted her head toward him and asked of he was alright. "I was trying to read this Hemingway book and I just can't get into it," he sighed and tucked the tome into the seat pocket in front of him. "Ah, that's where you went wrong. I never read anything serious when I'm on vacation. It's a waste of brain power that I want to spend on sightseeing." "So what do you read?" He said with a hint of teasing. "Romance novels," she said with pretend haughtiness. He chuckled. "Laugh, if you must, but they are a quick mindless read. And they are entertaining as hell." "Please," Simon scoffed. "I'll just read the inflight magazine. "Trust me when I say, you would be much better off reading this. It's a true bodice ripper." She quirked an eyebrow at him and he laughed and playfully lunged at the small paperback in her hand. She held it just out of reach, trying not to irritate the older gentleman next to her. "How about this, I'll just give it a little read and let you know if I want to keep it. I doubt I will though.". She noticed the way he ran his long fingers through his hair, and the way his squinty grey eyes crinkled with the grin that showed his teeth. Sexy didn't begin to describe him. If she had to guess, he had been in a fraternity in college. He had that air about him, he was well dressed, but casually so, in his light yellow polo and jeans. She had seen that he was wearing loafers when she had bent to take her book out the bag at her feet, and they weren't too scuffed, but they did look nice. Her friend, Peyton was always telling her to look at a man's shoes to get the best read on a guy. Of course, Peyton was a little crazy, so the things she said had to be taken with a grain of salt. "I guarantee you can't put it down," she sing-songed as she handed it over. "Yeah, I think I'll be alright." "We'll see." She said with a hint of smugness. Amsterdam Here we are, Babs, two seats. This reminds me of the days when we used to sneak out of college to the coffee shop in the high street. I don't know about you but I am going to have a cappuccino with lots of froth and lots of chocolate. How about you? Just a latte -- are you sure? What about one of those chocolate eclairs? No? I hope you didn't mind me calling out to you like that. Just spotted you across the street and I thought you had seen me, but then you suddenly turned down that side road. Hello, I thought, Barbara is trying to avoid me, but I knew you weren't. Sorry about the shouting. Just thought you might be going a bit deaf. Well, this is nice, not seen any of the old gang for ages and ages, not for chat. No, wait, I lie, I have seen Betty. Yes, she is still with James. Seems he hasn't changed. Just as wet as when we were all in college. I had to tell her, I said, look, Betty dear, I'm sure he adores you but don't you think it's a little odd that he should go on about it, I mean, he is not even being furtive; what sort of man rings up from the airport and tells you he doesn't want to go on a stag party to Amsterdam with a bunch of professional people, you know, a nice bunch of people, accountants, barristers, probably a dentist or two, all of them doing well. I bet you half of them have got, oh, I don't know, BMWs, pension plans. I expect they've got platinum credit cards, half of them, I mean, you know me, I just had to tell her. Doesn't want to go? I said. Look, dear, I said, of course he wants to go, looking forward to it, I expect, probably been waking up with a stiffy in anticipation for weeks. Nobody goes to Amsterdam to view the Rembrandts in the Rijksmuseum, or to collect tulips, what they go for is S.E.X. There are things going on there that would make your eyes bubble. Not that the Dutch partake, heavens no, none of your two in a bed sex romps for the Dutch, not the Dutch, the Dutch are too busy being liberal and doing town planning and stopping the politicians getting above themselves, no, it's for the tourists and the rabid fetishists. Oh no, I said, no, you've got it completely wrong, Betty dear, it's exactly the respectable devoted husbands who go to brothels, that's who brothels are for, little Englishmen who know the rules, stick with their own sort, the sort who have something subtly but horribly wrong with their Y-Fronts. Fornication? Remember when we did 'Jew of Malta' in college? Christopher Marlowe's excuse- 'twas in another country, and besides the wench was black'. I know he's not like that, I said, but in truth they're all like that, closet masturbators. The excitement of surfing earnestly, teeth gritted, on the further shores of bizarre sex on the Internet, although that tends to be more for Germans who screw like they bank, with fierce dedication, with ladies in leather, and a lot of bondage and S&M to assuage their national guilt over invading Poland. No, dear, I said, your little stag party will get queasily drunk on lager and then hoof it around the old city walls and the canals burping and looking shiftily at each other until one of them says "Let's go in here, we don't have to do anything." But you can't go to Amsterdam on a stag night without actually, you know, and they excuse themselves by saying old Charlie - or Hugo or Marco or some equally objectionable hot-socks-and-cold-pizza name - won't get another chance after the knot's tied, and that's that. Anyway a week later I meet her at the hairdresser, and out it comes, just as I said. Well, I said, I told you, didn't I, I told you. Oh, I know how you must feel, yes, but that's men all over, isn't it? So let me save you time, let me give you all the details; look, Betty dear, I might as well have been there myself, I've heard it a million times. He comes home all damp and pasty looking and says there's something he's got to tell you. They're transparent; it's so pathetic really. And he says he didn't want to go inside, not really, but, well, you know, and so he goes off with this one girl, 200 Euros it costs him for a hand job but he didn't do anything, not actually do anything, couldn't, you know; couldn't get a stiffy, probably too much Dutch lager actually. Actually couldn't do a thing, but it's all right anyway because she made him wear a, you know, thingy. Well, of course, Betty confirms that's precisely what happened according to him. So I said to her, I said, look, never mind the rest of it, how come she made him wear a, you know, thingy, when he couldn't, you know, too much lager and so on? And she says: 'Ah!' So I said to her, look, that may be exactly what did happen or alternatively he may have been like my Andrew and leapt in joyfully shouting ' Try this one for size. This one's one is from Colonel Fuck for World War Two, you grand-daughter of a bulb-growing Nazi collaborator,' but that doesn't matter, that's not the point, I said. The point is that he's guilty of inhibition, lack of style and a spirit of sexual adventure. I mean, look, I said, believe me, Betty dear, you are younger than me, and still got a great figure, and I know he adores you, everything just as it should be, but this is an age of free spirits, marital mayhem and sex lib and there is nothing like a bit of the bizarre to stimulate a relationship teetering on the edge of repetitive stagnation. I have only to think of that clown Wesley I mistakenly selected for my first husband. If you don't believe me, Betty dear, I said, come back with me and I will show you bizarre; show you how Andrew got me to tune and liberate my latent sexuality, introduce you to your wilder sexual nature, lace you into the thigh high boots and the mask and the rest of the gear I wear for Andrew to turn him on. I will get out some of my sex toys and show you some of the photos, and I'll show you, dear, how it is done these days, but don't expect to get out in under three hours. So she cheered up a bit and I said, look, I said, the least he could have done was take you along, never mind the nice young professional men, the two of you could have gone off to one of those clubs in the Hague, latex, leather, S&M, everything you could want. He doesn't know how to appreciate you, I said. That's where I went with Andrew. I mean, Babs, you really must come round one morning and we will share a bottle of wine and I will show you how to dispose of your inhibitions. And we will have a good gossip. I mean, men... the majority fuck like it's some religious ritual. And when they get bored don't you find they start decorating the performance, start investigating kinky, swallowing Viagra like after dinner mints, buying Cialis for your birthday, seeking for ever better orgasms? What was I wearing at the club in Amsterdam? Well, Babs, this was just after the divorce and Andrew was all new and shiny and very definitely cooking on lust, the way they are when they claim they have found the woman of their dreams. He introduced me to what he describes as my 'wanton psyche', took me straight from the plane to this funny little shop on one of the canals and bought me a leather catsuit and the over the knee patent boots. Not like these calf ones I am wearing today but high heels and laced right up the front. Oh yes, and long leather gloves and a sort of mask thing. Oh, yes, and this funny little whip that I was told to slap against the sides of the boots whenever a man looked at me. And I confess to you, Babs, that if Andrew had not been there with me in this club I could have returned to the hotel after three days with enough money to buy a villa in Spain. Popular! It was like bees swarming around their queen. Just the money I could have earned from letting rabid males lick my boots would have paid for the swimming pool and the luxury accessories. So, as I said to Betty, I can testify that there isn't a member of what we laughingly call the male sex who could possibly return from Amsterdam with a limp story like that. And anyway what sort of man claims impotence in order to evade a woman's wrath? Where's his cojones, I said to her, but she said 'I don't know what you're talking about, I think James is sweet; if I listened to you, Penny dear, you'd persuade me to become one those fem-doms or convert to being a lesbian.' And I laughed and I said Betty dear you would never pass the written exams, never mind the physical. Anyway, enough about Betty, now tell me all about that new man I heard you found. In Italy wasn't it? I want to hear it all. Got to go? Oh no, oh Babs, give me your mobile number; we must lunch or something. I have just got so much to tell you. Amsterdam Rick's cafe is an institution. Been going there for 20 years, but tonight I am wide awake, on fire, and bored. Sitting just outside, me, on a cold autumn night. Long island iced-teas... couldn't decide on a flavour and this covers all bases. This is my third. Long and dark hair, and con-fi-dent. The eyes are blue. It's a fuck-you day, and that's what I plan to do. Sitting by the door, just in front of the coffee shop, I'm leoparded up against the chill, passing the odd bit of banter with the old brit dealer who comes outside every now and again for a fag, the odd group of stag night blokes who have to brush past to walk inside, all too pissed to care what they're chatting up.... Ach, it's fine, but still, I'm bored. American boys everywhere, and I mean boys as mostly their first action before getting a drink, smoke, even getting inside, is to produce I.D. No interest to or in me. I tap on this. I stare out at the canal in front of me. I drink. I drink. You're tall. I'm shallow; drunk and shallower still, so tall is genuinely all I'm interested in. It's enough. And you seem interested enough. Sitting, drinking, not smoking. I've taken a few uppers I bought in a smart shop, but, whatever they say, these barely touch sides. I'm not talky, but smiley, starey, and god knows what you are, but the important bit is that I drink some more, and we get up from this place and walk down the canal. Not touching. Not really talking much, just looky, because there's lots to take in. We walk past the ladies in the windows. They sm-ile out at you, mate, they do, I can see their smiles right now, and we stand looking in, from the bridge. I've seen them there in the day, older, mostly plumpish black, mixed race women, in everyday underwear, staring out, smiling at the guys, all lure-y-in-y. And we stand at the bridge and we stare all around and soak up the people and the lights and the awake-ness of it all. Both used to bright lights, but this is different, something totally different. A red light district where just everyone comes to see, the shops all vibrators and bongs and dildos, live sex shows, or cacti, peyote, mushrooms, whatever. Charged. A mad and charged up vibe sweeps us up. At night, though, at night they bring out the babes, in neon bikinis, young, all flavours, really, allllll flavours. And we stand and we watch and we laugh at the madness around us and maybe we lean over a bridge, on the canal, and we stare at the water, and the boats and soak the whole goddamn thing up through every tiny pore. They stand in their windows, and, mate, but do they spot you, and we watch as a guy goes up to the window, goes in through the glass door and little miss blondy closes that curtain. We watch as some short bald guy comes out from another door, while in the background, in the room behind the curtain, we see an older woman beyond that red-headed babe, get to work with a mop and what looks like a scouring pad on the walls. And I ask what the fuck the guy, I ask you, could have been doing that necessitated the services of a scouring sponge. And you laugh, in a way that kind of makes me think you know, so I drop the subject. Quick. I kiss you - no, you kiss me, on that bridge, me, sobered up a little and I am struck, as I occasionally have been, by the beauty of that soft-soft kiss, and I kind of think how nice that would be, but we walk on and on and on and one, past the hooting and the laughing and the woman in the windows and the crazed-up hardcore merchants, and the little boys, some girls, mainly girlfriends, through the coffee shop windows, glazed and dazed, and now I guess we're hand in hand though still not much talking We pass the tourist traps of the sexual masses. The museum of sex. The dress-up shops. The cheap and tacky pedestrian vanilla flavoured shops and we kind of stop down a small street and you do that damn kissing thing again and I see we're outside a live show, big black fucker and the door and he calls over to us and we kind of pause. Erm... Hell, we're strangers and we ain't even, I mean, we've held hands like teenagers on a park bench. But. But and but. Ach, and so, what the fuck, we go in. No money. The money's in the drinks, we see as we hand over 30 euros for two beers. On the stage is a bed. Well, what passes for one, more mattress than bed, three people on it. Two men, one woman. I can only tell you what I saw, what I thought, as no fucking idea what went on in your head, but here goes.... As we walked in, she's on all fours. Yes, there are other positions, but, hell, it's the truth, honest, you, and kind of, though I wonder how he can breath, pussy down on some guy's face. She's small, curvy though, big arse, dark, and he's, though I can't see his face, what I'm guessing is your classic well chiselled white guy, who is simultaneously licking her out (he has little option under the circumstances), finger fucking her with one hand, whilst jerking himself off with the other. Her mouth, well, it's a cliche but it's true, is around the cock, and from where I'm standing she has a mouthful and a half, of this chunky black guy with a weirdly compelling semi afro. One hand on her head. The other kind of weirdly supporting his arse, back, as he let's her do most of the work. l watch her head, dark hair all brushed to one side; I see her do this at one point, as her head bobs back and forth off his ample dick, just swoop across with her hand and pull back the hair which is sneaking back to cover the view of the maybe 15/20 people in the audience. A touching gesture. Considerate. I take a swig of beer, carlsberg. And we sit on bar stools, far enough away to watch this tableaux without being part of it. The air is fucking thick. No smoke, just a rawly fucking smell, mixed with something vaguely bleachy. And we sit. This goes on. The audience, mainly single guys, one couple, one small group, two guys, three girls. Some watching, some just sitting and others, well, taking a more active part. The couple, the middle-aged couple in the audience, are almost there themselves I'm thinking. We're kind of at the end of the bar, partial shadow, you, and in this crazy fucking atmosphere, and I'll be honest it was, erm, is, you stand up in front of me where I sit on that stool, give me that angel kiss in what I have to say is devil-esque surroundings, and come right on in close, up between my legs, right right up, and kissing me, paying no goddamn attention to that breathtaking cleavage :), you push your hand under the crotch of my knickers, and slip, erm, two fingers, from nowhere, into what appears to be one wet cunt. And right there, in that goddamn club, you kiss me with that mouth and fuck me with those fingers. Over your shoulder, I can see that stage, where missy dark-girl is now being royaly fucked up the arse it seems, by afro-man, while still deftly sucking off, this time, what I now see is a white-blond arian-boy. I can only admire her... stamina... though even she seems to be flagging somewhat. Early days though, and I've seen the closing hours. She's in for a long night. You, fuuuuuuck, you, now rubbing that damn teeny pearl of mine, while finger-fingering me in a club so thick with lust I cum so damn quick I amaze myself. 4. I slip off to the toilet, there, all smiley and shiney-eyed, and come back to your suggestion that we retreat to yours. You tell me you just want to fuck me now, and let's go to your room, hotel, and sorry I'm easy like that. I... Kind of wanted to fuck you then and then, you, just, there in that room, that club, and yet, and yet, and yet... We leave. You want to get fucked, hmmm. So... with my mouth around your cock, hand on your shaft, one quick lick around your head, by in that room, I wake you up. Lick again. Again. You're awake. At least where I want you to be. I wake you up, pumping that dick of yours, licking at you, sucking. And moving my head up and down in unison with my hand, which is gripping your cock. Bobbing my head up and down over your cock, leaning up on the other arm, and I look up at you, right in the fucking eye, you, your cock in my mouth. Bobbing. Sucking. Fucking. You want to get fucked by the no-name grrrl. Hmmm. Hard, you, not perfect. Easily matched on length. But hard. Fucking hard. Fuckably hard. Thick. I suck your cock, and I look you right in the eye. Hand on your balls. Your sum-ooth balls in my hand. And I pull my mouth away from you. You on your back. And this time I climb on top of you. You want to get fucked? Hmmm. Well, fuck you. I sit on your cock. Your hard imperfect cock, up inside me, hard, fuckably hard, almost perfect. Fuckably hard. Me, my cunt, eating your cock, deep inside me, squeezing your cock with every muscle I have, in that pussy, clamping, squeezing that hard, imperfect cock. Bouncing up and down on that cock. You want to get fucked? I'll fuck you, mate, I'll fuck you, and I'm doing it now. Up and down. On that dick of ýours. I bounce. In and out and up and down, I put my head down, and fuck you, bouncing my arse up and down on you around you, squeezing, fucking squeezing around that, tits bouncing with me ab-ove-your-face. And you can try, if you want, to grab those pink nipples with your mouth. But no. Fuck you. And I do. Rubb-ing my little teeny hooded jewel, which we know as we explored it together, against that cock, which could be perfect. But isn't. I angle myself and feel myself about to cum with my own rhythm, not yours. Fuck you. I slide up and down that cock, because you said you wanted to get fucked by the grrrl, so, hey mate, she's fucking you. And squeezing you. Fuck-ing cum babe. Cum. Cum. Now. Fuck-ing cum as you're fucked by the grrrl. Hmmm? Amsterdam Adventure The job of scribe to my Mistress and Master is not an easy one at times. They have tasked me to put to words their recollections as dictated under fear of dire consequence. My Mistress's name is Jenny and she has an incredible lust for exhibitionism, her husband, my Master, Phil, is a devoted voyeur. Together they make up a team who enjoy carrying out erotic fantasies in real life. They enjoy fucking in places where the potential for being seen is high, not to speak of their private fuck sessions where they enjoy having sex in front of friends, often allowing them to join in. This is to be the first of their recollections of their escapades, related as they happened with photos to illustrate and accentuate their experiences. Let the erotic games begin........ It was on a trip to Amsterdam that this particular incident occurred. In this ultra liberated city it is quite acceptable to walk in the narrow streets wearing very little and no-one will take exception. In fact, the rule of thumb in Amsterdam is that you can basically do anything you wish as long as you do not offend another person. While visiting the city Phil and Jenny decided to visit the sex museum, famous in Amsterdam. The idea was to visit the museum and then go to one of the hundreds of restaurants in central Amsterdam for dinner. Jenny dressed in a black leather skirt with a black crocheted blouse, black full length stockings, mid calf black leather boots and a black leather jacket. The skirt was short and buttoned in front, Jenny smiled as she knew that she would be wearing no panties under the skirt. Jenny enjoyed being in public knowing that she was nude under her skimpy clothing. She loved the knowledge that her naked, smooth shaved pussy was just out of view of hundreds of people who would do anything to catch a glimpse of it. Jenny had another secret under her skirt, both of her pussy lips were pierced, perfectly positioned to stimulate her sensitive clitoris as she walked. The blouse that Jenny had chosen was totally transparent, the gaps between the knitted wool did nothing to hide her pert 36DD tits, her smooth skin clearly visible to even a casual glance. The large holes in the fabric of the blouse allowed Jenny's stiff, pierced nipples to protrude through and her perfect areolas were easy to see contrasting against Jenny's milky skin. Jenny knew it was going to be a good night and she felt the stirrings of arousal starting between her firm breasts, radiating downwards to where her soft pussy lips nestled between her thighs, she felt the first tiny stream of warm, sticky fluid escape from inside her, making her slit slippery. Excitement was mounting for Phil and Jenny as they made their way to the museum. It was nothing unusual to see scantily clad women walking in the streets of Amsterdam at night but the sight of Jenny's gorgeous legs disappearing under her leather jacket with no hint of her wearing anything under it was defiantly turning a few heads. Phil could feel the twitching of his lengthy cock in his pants as he anticipated what Jenny was going to have in store for him to watch. Jenny was struggling with the urge to open her jacket and show everyone her perfect tits, she didn't want to spoil the sense of anticipation by showing it all too soon but the friction of her erect nipples against the inside if her jacket was having a seriously arousing effect on regions lower down. Her pussy lips were swollen and aching to be stroked, the warm wetness becoming more pronounced as time went on. Jenny was not sure how long she could go on without touching herself, she sighed, hoping the museum was not much further. At last, the museum entrance, a narrow foyer with a glass fronted ticket office. This was Jenny's cue, stepping up to the glass she undid the leather belt which held her jacket closed and pulled the front open. "Two please" she smiled at the gaunt little character behind the counter. Phil watched as the man's face literally dropped when he caught sight of Jenny's twins poking at him over the top of his counter. He muttered something in Dutch and fumbled with a ticket roll out of sight under the counter ledge, not for a second did his eyes leave Jenny's chest, his eyes may as well have been welded in his sockets. The little perv asked for fifty Krona and as the money and tickets exchanged hands Jenny gave her tits a cheeky little wiggle, the mans eyes looked like someone had hit him on the side of his head as he tried to stay focused on Jenny's nipples as they jiggled from side to side slightly. Jenny giggled and turned away, mission accomplished. The Amsterdam Sex Museum is just that, a collection of sex memorabilia through the ages. The horny Victorians used to carve dildos out of hardwoods and ivory and even shape some pretty hunky phalluses out of wax. They were supposed to be so prim and proper, bullshit, they were having a ball under those huge skirts of theirs. On the outside pretending to be all virgin like but in reality they were just as horny as our modern day women, couldn't wait to get home to the dildo and from what I have read they were particularly keen on girl on girl action. Anyway, I digress, every kind of sex toy and aid is on exhibition in the museum and for Jenny this was just a full on tease in the condition she was in. By the time she and Phil had been inside for five minutes Jenny was walking around wide eyed, looking at all the different means of manual stimulation behind the glass panels. Now and then Jenny would reach up and give one of her aching boobs a gentle fondle, moving the crocheted blouse aside to expose her arousal to all who cared to look. It was too much to resist when Jenny found a model of a nude girl on her knees, she smiled as she walked up the girl and exposing both her boobs began to fondle the girls tits. It was a real turn on for Jenny who knew that it would not be long now before she would need some release for her sexual tension. At the next exhibit Jenny found another model in a position which she just could not resist taking advantage of. By this time Both Jenny and Phil were both feeling pretty aroused. Jenny could see the outline of Phil's cock straining against his pants, the well defined shape of his large head showing clearly at the end of his thick shaft. Jenny couldn't wait to feel that warm hardness pressing against her inner thighs as the tip sought her soft opening. Jenny reversed her ass against Phil's bulge and cheekily thrust her firm cheeks back against his throbbing member. Phil returned the gesture by pressing Jenny against the nearest exhibit, bending her forward slightly he put his large hand up her skirt, searching between her inviting thighs and finding her puffy cunt lips. Probing gently with his fingers he parted her lips and inserted his middle finger into her waiting vulva, stretching her open to accept his intrusion into her narrow pussy. Jenny sighed as Phil's finger entered her and she thrust her ass back against his hand. MMMMmmm, now that was what she needed. Phil knew that if he continued fingering Jenny she would cum right there, reluctantly he removed his finger from the wet steamy grip of Jenny's pussy and putting his hand to his face sucked her sticky juices off of his finger, she tasted delicious. Anticipation of a wild sex session back at the hotel made Phil and Jenny hurry through the remaining exhibits, both knew from experience that tonight was one of those "tear each others clothes off and fuck wildly" nights. Leaving the museum Jenny didn't cover up her partially exposed boobs and this caused a few cases of whiplash in both men and women as they walked down the narrow streets to a particular Chinese restaurant that they knew of. Jenny had taken a liking to one of their waiters on a previous visit and she was hoping that the same waiter would be there tonight. Upon arriving at the restaurant Jenny smiled as she recognised the waiter that greeted them at the door, the woman's name was Tiger and as she approached she noticed Jenny's tits. They seemed to have the same effect on the young woman as they had on the perv at the museum ticket office, she could not keep her eyes off of Jenny's nipples and this really aroused both Jenny and Phil. Tiger had long jet black hair, typical Japanese porcelain complexion with small firm tits. She wasn't wearing a bra and the view of Jenny's tits right in front of her had made her own nipples come erect, pressing hard against her thin blue cotton uniform. Tiger greeted the pair, took two menus from the rack at the door and turned to lead the way to their table. Quick off the mark, Jenny looped her arm through Tigers as she turned pressing the girls arm against the curve of her firm breast. Jenny heard the girl gasp and felt her stiffen slightly but immediately relax and return the pressure against the swelling of her tit. In return Jenny got to press against the rubbery heat of the girls small boob, Jenny wished she could take her whole tit in her mouth and suck and nibble her nipple until the young woman convulsed in orgasm. Once seated and with drinks ordered Tiger left to fetch the order and both Jenny and Phil watched as she walked away, her firm ass moving tantalisingly against the tight fabric of her dress. "Imagine licking out that tight little pussy while she tongue fucks me" Jenny commented to Phil as Tiger left, Phil just smiled, he was imagining, and how nice it would feel to push his aching knob into the firm resistance of her slippery hole. While Tiger was away Jenny made sure that her nipples was poking through the holes in her blouse, she wanted Tiger to have a clear view of her stiff nipples with their shiny piercings, ooooh how her pussy burned to be touched. The fingering Phil had given her in the museum had only fuelled the fire. Tiger returned with the drinks, her gaze firmly on Jenny's nipples. The girl began to look flustered, barely containing herself. She busied herself by taking Phil's napkin and folding it placed it carefully in Phil's lap. She must have seen the bulge in his pants, for it was a few seconds before she seemed satisfied that his napkin was perfectly positioned. Jenny watched, amused at Tigers reaction to her husbands erection. Jenny knew what was coming and prepared for it by parting her thighs as she sat opposite Phil. Tiger, as anticipated, took Jenny's napkin next, folded it and placed it in Jenny's lap. Jenny took Tigers hand lightly in hers and firmly guided it up her skirt, between her legs. Tiger did not resist and to others in the restaurant she was helping a patron with a napkin. Jenny sighed as she felt the warmth of Tiger's fingers against her swollen lips and Tiger gasped quietly as she felt the slippery heat of Jenny's pussy. Jenny pressed gently on Tiger's fingers and, getting the hint, Tiger pushed deeper, feeling the slit part and the thick stub of Jenny's clit meet her probing finger. The temptation to masturbate Jenny there where she sat was great but Tiger knew that it would attract attention and she was sure to lose her job. Reluctantly she removed her hand from under the gorgeous foreign ladies skirt. It took all the self control she had to calmly take the meal order and deliver it to the kitchen. From the kitchen Tiger went directly to the loo and locked herself into a cubicle. Hurrying she lifted her dress and pulled down her panties. It was a physical shock as her hand covered her small mound, she shaved her pussy smooth except for a small patch of hair just above her clit. Tiger had very small inner lips, with the result if her legs were open her clit and pussy opening were clearly visible. Now Tiger slowly moved her hand over her mound until her fingertip came in contact with the hard, pink tip of her clitoris. With her other fingers she parted her outer lips, pulling them open and upward, retracting the soft hood that covered her sensitive bud. She knew that her clit was now standing out from between her lips, hungry for friction. Momentarily slipping her finger past her clit, deeper into her cunt, Tiger felt the wetness of her open hole, circling the slippery opening she made sure to wet the tip of her finger before again bringing it into contact with her miniature cock which stood proudly outward. Tiger had discovered a while back that when she tightened the inner muscles of her pussy she could make her clit push further outward from under its hood, much like a mans erection emerging from his foreskin. Tiger tightened her inner muscles and her swollen shaft twitched and grew under the gentle massage of her wet finger. Tiger thought about Jenny's perfect tits with their hard nipples and Phil's long hardon and she began to wank her clit harder and faster. Tiger was breathing loudly and she hoped that no-one would come in while she was busy satisfying herself. Visions of Jenny's mouth over her clit, licking and sucking her, fingering her juicy hole, all were too much and Tiger's lust exploded into a eruptive orgasm. She bit her lip to stop herself crying out as her pussy convulsed, squeezing a warm stream of her juices from deep inside her. Outside Jenny had begun to wonder what had happened to Tiger, a full ten minutes had gone by without any sign of the girl. Just as she was beginning to worry Tiger appeared and approached the table to find out if everything was alright and to tell them that their meal would not be much longer. Suddenly she bent over Jenny and whispered in her ear. Phil watched in fascination as the look on Jenny's face changed from fascination to pure delight. After a few moments Tiger left them and Phil had a chance to ask Jenny what Tiger had said. Jenny told Phil that Tiger had just admitted to her that she had been masturbating while fantasising about the two of them. Phil was shocked at Tiger's openness to share that with them but at the same time he was pleased because he knew the effect such a revelation would have on Jenny. He knew that her cunt was just bursting to have Tiger now. Jenny then told Phil that Tiger had said that they should come back the next day when the bosses weren't there and she would have a surprise for them. The rest of the meal was memorable, the pure lust in the air whenever Tiger and Jenny were close to one another could be felt in the air. Both knew that they could do nothing tonight but were soooo turned on by each other that it was difficult to concentrate. Eventually it was time to leave and Tiger saw the couple out. As soon as they were outside Tiger looked back to make sure that no-one from the restaurant could see her then she turned to Jenny and kissed her hard, her hand in Jenny's long blond hair holding Jenny's mouth captive against hers while she explored the inside of Jenny's mouth with her hungry tongue and pressing herself tightly against Jenny's heaving chest. After what seemed a long time Tiger turned to Phil and did exactly the same thing, she tasted delicious, hot with passion. It was hard to leave her behind but the arrangement was to meet for lunch the next day at the restaurant, Tiger would be on duty. Phil and Jenny discussed the evenings happenings on the way back to the hotel, which was only a few minutes walk from the restaurant. By the time they reached the elevator they were both ready to fuck in the street and not worry about who saw what. As the doors of the elevator closed Jenny hiked up her blouse and pounced on Phil who immediately placed his hot mouth over her right nipple. He sucked on the firm nub, feeling Jenny's areola harden and shrink in his mouth until the whole wrinkled, aroused nipple could fit in his mouth. Jenny was whimpering, crushing her crotch against Phil's leg, he could feel Jenny's urgent need to cum and thrust his thigh hard against her throbbing cunt. As Phil sucked on her nipple Jenny humped her mound against the firmness of Phil's leg, she was nearly there, reaching down she pulled her skirt upward and out from between her erect clit and the rough fabric of Phil's pants. The sensation of the dry fabric against her swollen bud was too much, all she could manage was "OH Fuck" as she released a monstrous orgasm from deep between her legs, she froze, her sensitive tip jerking as she convulsed in orgasm. Jenny felt a warm pool of her juices wet Phil's pants where her open pussy was against him. Phil released his death hold on her nipple and smiled as she tried to recover enough to stand on her own to feet for the walk to the room. I am but the lowly scribe and what happened that night behind that hotel room door I am not privy to but if I were to venture a guess, it was some serious fucking. The following day, after a long lay in and a breakfast brought up by room service, Jenny had made up her mind what she was going to wear for the meeting at the restaurant. It was obvious that she was excited about the prospect of getting together with Tiger and had decided on a tiger print dress which did not allow for any underwear to be worn with it. Getting dressed was a ceremonial affair for Jenny and she took great care with every detail. When the time came to leave for the restaurant both Phil and Jenny were pretty excited at the prospect of what they hoped was going to happen. Again the short walk to the rendezvous and as expected Jenny drew looks from many of the patrons but Tiger was nowhere in sight. A waiter approached them and Jenny explained to the young lad that she was looking for Tiger. The waiter explained that they were very busy and if we didn't mind we could wait for service in the adjoining lounge, Jenny agreed and the young man led them through to the waiting lounge. Jenny sat on a large black leather couch while Phil made himself comfortable on a large recliner. The waiter took their drinks order and promised to let Tiger know that we were there. The waiter returned a while later with their drinks and told Phil that Tiger would not be long. A few moments after he left Tiger walked in through the door. She was wearing her blue uniform again but Phil noticed that there were no tell tale pantie lines, giving away the fact that her pussy was naked under the thin cotton dress. Again Tiger could not keep her eyes off of Jenny, her eyes drawn down to the deep cleavage between Jenny's protruding tits. Jenny too made no effort to disguise the fact that she was ogling Tiger from head to foot. Her gaze froze for a long time on Tigers tiny, pert tits pressed against her uniform and hesitated again in her crotch, imagining the neat little slit nestled there. Jenny asked Tiger if she liked what she saw and Tiger smiled and nodded her head. With that Jenny reached up and took hold of the strip of fabric covering her boobs, without hesitation she drew the strip down, exposing her globes to Tiger. Tiger's mouth fell open as her eyes fixed on Jenny's beautiful pair, her nipples hardening under Tiger's stare. Jenny was heating up as she watched the look on Tiger's face, Phil could smell her arousal and had honestly expected things to move a bit slower, but he wasn't complaining. Jenny lifted her legs up onto the couch and in doing so gave Tiger a full frontal view of her pussy from her clit to the cleft of her ass. What none of them had realised is that behind them stood a large, good looking Dutch student who had happened to walk past and noticed Jenny showing off her tits. He stood there mesmerised as Jenny's tits jiggled with each movement she made. Catching his eye, Jenny beckoned to him to come over to her. Without hesitation he walked over to her. Jenny dropped her legs down off the couch and placed her high healed shoes as far apart on the floor as she could. The result was that her shaved cunt lips were clearly visible to all and Tiger did not move her eyes from the stiff shaft of Jenny's clitoris where it stood erect from between her lips. Jenny then proceeded to undo the young mans pants and drop them to the floor. Her head was level with the boy's crotch so when his cock sprang free it was right in front of Jenny's face. A thick veiny shaft stuck out from between the young man legs, topped by a large, uncircumcised head. Amsterdam Adventure Jenny's eyebrows lifted as she looked at the monster and without hesitation she wrapped her hand around its girth and began to wank him. Stroking slowly back and forth Jenny retracted his foreskin back from the rapidly swelling head, each movement forward brought her palm in direct contact with the thick ridge around his dick, it twitched as she stroked the, now, fully erect shaft. The boy put his hands on his hips and thrust his knob towards Jenny who had now picked up the pace and was fast bringing his cock to a point of ejaculation. Suddenly she stopped stroking, exposed his huge head and closed her mouth around the end of his dick. He gasped as her warm lips closed over his sensitive tip, Jenny pushed his tip into her mouth, deep to the back of her throat, all the while following her mouth up and down the length of his shaft with her hand. After a few strokes Jenny pushed him deeper into her throat, she knew he would not last long and she would soon feel him explode in her mouth. With practice Jenny had good gag control and could take a reasonably large knob way back in her throat without any discomfort. The boy's hips began to buck as Jenny worked faster on his prick, she could taste his pre-cum and squeezed his shaft, milking the salty liquid from his balls. Lifting her other hand , Jenny cupped his low slung balls and gently squeezed as she prepared to make him blow his load. Two more thrusts and Jenny shoved his cock deep into her throat and held him there, playing with his balls and moving her throat muscles over the expanding cock head. To encouraging cheers from Tiger and Phil "Oh shit" is all he could say before his ass cheeks tensed and Jenny felt the first load of thick spunk under her fingers as it shot along his shaft and a split second later exploded into her mouth. Jenny didn't move, she swallowed just in time for the next eruption and again she swallowed the huge spurt of creamy semen. As he ejaculated so Jenny swallowed but there seemed to be no end to this guy's load. Eventually Jenny pulled back and stroked the shaft furiously, this brought on a fresh wave of spunk, Jenny's mouth was open with his knob inside and she had placed her tongue over the tip of his head. The result was a thick stream of white semen running from Jenny's lips a she continued to wank his pole. The spunk was dripping down between Jenny's legs, onto the tops of her stockings, pooling in a sticky mess. Eventually the young man stopped shooting globs of spunk and staggered back to sit on an empty couch Jenny looked down at her sperm spattered stockings, using her fingers she spooned as much of the thick white splooge off of her as she could and put her fingers into her mouth. Still not happy with the clean up job Jenny released the clasps, rolled the stockings down to her ankles and then, kicking each shoe off one at a time removed the soiled garments and placed them in her handbag. Magically new stocking appeared in her hand from inside the handbag and Jenny proceeded to roll the thin fabric up her shapely legs. These were white lacy hold-ups and therefore needed no garter belt to hold them up, Jenny lifted her dress and facing Tiger, unclasped the belt. All the while Tiger's gaze was fixed on the perfect puffy pussy lips between Jenny's legs. Jenny dropped the hem of her dress and placed the belt in her handbag. Tiger stood frozen, she was shaking slightly and Phil could see that she was licking her lips, her mouth had gone dry. Then she croaked "Come with me." Phil and Jenny followed Tiger down a narrow passage, leaving the spent student behind. The passage opened into a secluded back room. Immediately upon entering Tiger pushed Jenny against a cabinet and placed her warm mouth over Jenny's right nipple. Jenny gasped and threw her head back in ecstasy, this is what she wanted. The girl was sucking and nibbling with a serious urgency, alternating between Jenny's erect nipples. Phil moved in and lifted jenny's dress to give Tiger access to the burning cunt that he knew was aching for attention. He then took Tiger's dress and lifted it up over her head, her sexy body was now naked but for her matching blue bra which Phil left for now. His eyes followed the curve of her back down to her firm, round ass cheeks with their deep dividing valley. At the base of that valley lay the secret place where Tiger's thighs parted slightly to show her puffy, very swollen pussy lips. From where he stood Phil could see the wet glistening of her escaped juices where they coated Tiger's narrow slit. By now Tiger had found Jenny's pussy and had covered her mound with her hand, Phil could see Tiger's fingers working feverishly as she pressed them deeper between Jenny's lips, searching for and finding her waiting opening. Tiger plunged her finger deep into Jenny and both groaned with pleasure. After a few minutes of enjoying Tiger's fingers inside her, Jenny placed her hand on top of Tiger's head and pressed down gently, making it very clear just what she wanted Tiger to do. Tiger obliged by moving downward between Jenny's parted thighs. Before her she saw Jenny's pouting lips inviting her to kiss her in places that made her knees weak. Tiger opened her warm mouth and placed it over Jenny's waiting clitoris and sucked noisily. Jenny stood up on tiptoes as the rush of pleasure burst outward from her erect bud. Jenny placed her hands on the cabinet behind her ass and pressing downward lifted herself up onto the counter. Jenny could now fully spread her thighs to give Tiger better access to her pussy. Tiger took full advantage of the position change and using her fingers she parted Jenny's lips as wide as she could, exposing the soft pink tip of Jenny's clit and the deep rose of her wet entrance. Now that Jenny was positioned higher Tiger could stand with her ass in the air and her mouth firmly planted over Jenny's cunt. Phil moved in behind Tiger and gently nudged her feet apart. As her thighs parted Phil could see her pussy lips open and the tight little space between them become visible. Phil could see Tiger's clit standing out from its hiding place, thick and swollen. Phil placed his hand over Tiger's pussy and began to gently massage her clit with his finger. Tiger squirmed under his touch, pressing his finger between the lips of Tigers pussy Phil could feel the slippery heat of her released juices. Probing deeper he felt the soft flexing of her small entrance under the tip of his finger, slight pressure caused his finger to stretch open her folds and begin to penetrate her. Phil could feel Tiger's pussy literally sucking his finger deeper. Jenny was moaning quietly as Tiger tongued her hole and clit and Tiger was whimpering with lust, seemed a good time to press a bit harder at her pussy. Phil slowly pressed his finger deeper up into Tiger's cunt. She stopped sucking on Jenny as she felt Phil's finger entering her, Phil retreated slightly and Tiger moaned, pushing her ass back against his hand. He resumed his probing, pushing his finger deeper this time before again retreating, each time entering her further until he could go no further, his progress halted by the tight rubbery obstruction of her young uterus. Tiger was now wildly tongue fucking Jenny's pussy, Phil positioned his finger against her g-spot and gently massaged her, feeling her inner muscles contract under the friction. Tiger began to buck against Phil's finger as her arousal began to peak and she approached orgasm. Jenny too was close, Phil could see her nipples had tightened up into wrinkled tips and from experience he knew that her heavy breathing was an indication that she was close to cumming. Increasing the pressure and pace of his finger on Tiger's spongy g-spot, Phil felt Tiger begin to race toward climax, her pussy clamping down firmly around his fingers. Out of the corner of his eye Phil saw Jenny thrust her hips forward and grab Tiger's head, holding her mouth tightly against her raging clit. Tiger suddenly froze, her narrow passage convulsed around Phil's fingers as she released a mind blowing orgasm, she made quiet mewing sounds as she climaxed and Phil felt a flood of warm wetness run over his hand. Moving quickly, Phil removed his hand from between Tiger's legs. Unzipping his pants, Phil pulled out his throbbing member and positioned himself behind Tiger. Thrusting forward, Phil placed the large mushroom head of his thick dick against Tigers hot hole.. Gentle pressure was all that was needed to stretch her open and allow his flange to pop past her tight entrance, the opening closing firmly around Phil's pole as the head drove deeper into Tiger's cunt. Jenny too had let go, she was still bucking her mound firmly into Tiger's mouth, her head back and her eyes shut tightly, she was in heaven. Phil watched Jenny cumming as he began to pump his length in and out of Tiger, penetrating her deeper with each inward thrust. Phil could feel Tiger's cunt muscles gripping him so tightly that he literally had to force his knob deeper into her young hole. Reaching down, Phil placed a palm on each of Tiger's ass cheeks, spreading them. Tiger's tightly puckered anus winked at him each time he pressed forward as Tiger's muscles reacted to being penetrated so soon after cumming. Phil felt his swinging balls slapping against Tiger's still erect clit, he was inside her as deep as he could go. Tiger began to thrust her hips back against Phil, meeting his stabbing cock and keeping pace with his. Phil could feel his knob beginning to swell inside Tiger, her heat drawing a shot spurt of pre-cum from the small hole in the tip of his cock, he was close, his balls pulled up and his shaft became ultra sensitive. Phil could feel every contour of Tiger's cunt as he began to hammer his dick hard into her. Each driving thrust was like a punch into her pussy and Tiger grunted with each searing impalement. It felt to Phil as if someone had suddenly tightened a rope around the base of his shaft as Tiger came again with him inside her. Jenny had reached under her and was playing with Tiger's tits as her husband pounded into her soft cunt from behind. Phil couldn't hold on, his ass clenched as a thick stream of steaming semen left him and shot deep into Tiger's wanton pussy. He felt shot after shot of sticky sperm shoot into Tiger and she continued to clamp down on him, very aware of each throbbing explosion inside her. Phil pulled out of Tiger slowly, as his knob pulled free it was followed by a small dribble of his sperm mixed with her juices which ran between her lips, over her clit and dripped between her widespread feet. Tiger's legs were shaking and she staggered to a large chair in the corner of the room and collapsed backwards. Jenny jumped down off of the counter and kneeled between Tiger's legs. Placing her hands under Tiger's thighs she lifted her legs high into the air, parting her legs wide, Jenny exposed Tiger's now deep pink slit for inspection. The wet hole and twitching clit were clearly visible to Jenny as she lowered her head and placed her full lips over Tiger's recovering cunt. Jenny traced the open slit with her tongue from Tiger's ass to her clit, stopping to suck her clit deep into her mouth. This caused another sudden pussy contraction and a thick spurt of Phil's cum and her own cunt juices ran from Tiger's hole. The ejaculation caught Jenny on the chin and she immediately placed her mouth firmly over Tigers leaking pussy. Sucking hard and driving her tongue deep into Tiger, Jenny endeavoured to clean out Tiger's messy cunt at the same time as tongue fucking her. Using her fingers Jenny spread Tigers cunt lips wide making her clit stand proud and giving Jenny easy access to Tiger's gorgeous inner hole. Tiger was on her way to another orgasm and lifted her thighs high and wide, Jenny took advantage of Tiger's position and wiggled a finger tip at the firm entrance to her anus. Phil's load, her own juices and Jenny's tongue had made her puckered port slippery and easy to penetrate. Jenny found no resistance to her probing and Tiger gasped as Jenny's digit slipped into her sensitive ass. She always had her best orgasms when she was anally stimulated. Tiger began to breath heavily as her cunt reacted to the attack on her clit and ass. Phil knew that by now Jenny would also be ready to cum again and he stepped up between Jenny's legs and got down on his knees behind her. Feeling him there she arched her back, offering her juicy pussy for Phil to do as he wished to it as her lips reached out for him from behind. His knob was fully hard again and still glistened from Tiger's wet cunt. As he pressed his tip against Jenny's open cunt she pushed back against him and in one swift movement engulfed his cock inside her throbbing love tube. Phil took this as a signal to "fuck me hard" and began to drive his full length in and out of Jenny, occasionally he pulled his thick head out from Jenny's opening and seconds later plunged it back up into her until he could thrust no deeper. Jenny squealed with each thrust, her cunt making squishy wet noises as Phil's knob pumped in and out of her. Tiger was begging Jenny to fuck her ass faster and Jenny obliged by accelerating the pace of her ass penetrations. Phil felt Jenny tighten around his dick, he reached down around her thigh and placed his hand over her pussy, a finger on her clit. As Phil rotated his finger tip over the shaft of her clit he could feel the resulting grip on his cock. A few more deep, hard thrusts into his wife's cunt and Phil shot his first glob of jizz up into her. Over and over Phil's shaft spat hot load into Jenny and he felt her cum on his cock, milking his semen from him with firm contractions of her cunt muscles around his dick. Just as Phil jerked the last drop of his load into Jenny, Tiger screamed that she was cumming and Phil watched as her pussy released a spurt of warm wetness into Jenny's mouth. Jenny continued fingering Tiger as she slowly relaxed, twitching and jumping as waves of pure pleasure swept through her groin. Phil retracted his knob from inside his wife, she released him with a soft popping noise and Phil watched as her , now, red opening slowly shrunk back to size. Tiger was not going to miss out on this opportunity and suddenly stood up and told Jenny to change places with her. Jenny sat back in the chair and Tiger lifted her thighs just as Jenny had done to her. Phil stood back in a position to have a good view of Jenny's exposed holes, he could only hope Tiger was going to do what he thought she was about to do. Without hesitation Tiger dropped her mouth over Jenny's pussy, licking and lapping at her lips and clit. Jenny showed her appreciation by pressing downward into her cunt, forcing the fluids inside her to bubble out of her spread vagina where Tiger licked up every drop, a small amount got away from Tiger and ran between the wide spread cheeks of her ass, dribbling over her tight hole. Without hesitation Tiger stuck out her tongue and licked the soft, sensitive flesh of Jenny's ass, pausing briefly Tiger pressed the pink tip of her tongue against the centre of the puckered circle. Jenny gasped and grabbed Tiger behind her head, pulling her mouth over the deep crevice between her cheeks. Again returning the favour, Tiger pulled back slightly and slipped her middle finger into Jenny's anus. Jenny whimpered and bit her lower lip as Tiger shoved her finger deeply into her ass, "Fuck... I'm going to cum again" she shrieked and Tiger increased her pumping. Phil and Tiger watched as Jenny reached her peak, her eyes closed tightly and she placed her hands under her thighs, lifting them even higher as if trying to get Tiger's finger deeper into her back door. Jenny's whole body tensed and she stopped breathing, her cunt hole was opening and closing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed up through Jenny's anus and into her raging pussy, releasing a torrent of hot juices which Tiger quickly lapped up. Suddenly Jenny relaxed, breathing heavily, she was really finished. It took a while for the girls to relax after their strenuous orgasms, the three of then sat and talked about their incredible experience and the decision was made for Jenny and Phil to return to Amsterdam for Jenny's birthday later in the year and they both knew that it would turn out to be a worth while trip.