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String of Luck Ch. 01

By: MrIllusion



I have a strange tale to chronicle, a peculiar String of Luck that keeps getting longer every month or so. I'm Will, and this tale is the story of my relationship with a wonderful woman, Nella. It began the day I first went to spend a night at her place. She was my new girlfriend, gorgeous, and all was good in the world. We had met a few weeks earlier during a weeknight art class. A sculpting class to be precise. This had been something I'd been wanting to do for ages and for some reason this year's fliers convinced me to sign up. I was and still am, I'm not ashamed to say it, an absolute beginner. The first class was really pleasant, the teacher a great guy and very good at putting us beginners at ease. 

I did notice some quite good looking girls in the class, both beginners and novices, but nothing compared to Nella. She only showed up during the second week class, but so did most of the other advanced students. She was *very* good with clay and apparently has been since she took sculpting up about eight years ago. We got along very well during class when she often would come over and help me learn the most basic of skills. Three weeks later I found the nerve to invite her over for dinner and she accepted my offer with her remarkable smile.

Let me pause here and explain something of high import: Nella is gorgeous. She has shoulder length brown hair that curled just a bit, green eyes, red lips and a smile that could light up a room. Up until I opened the door to let her in, I had only seen her in a dirty tee-shirt and a sloppy pair of overalls. Both were completely deformed by layers and clumps of clay so I had never been able to really see what she was hiding underneath her clothing. All I knew was that she had a fuller figure than what we're used to seeing in magazines and movies. I guessed she was about as old as I was, somewhere around thirty, so I wasn't expecting to see the body of a lithe adolescent. 

Most of my fantasies about lithe adolescent girls were smashed away by what I saw that night. She had dressed quite simply, but the effect was nonetheless wonderful. A decently tight blouse of a dark red color with a thin, deep grey wrap-around skirt that hugged her from hips to mid-thighs. Now that I could see her more clearly, I saw that she had everything that made full-figured women truly amazing: an ample amount of the breasts and hips that come with those kinds of figures. She was not fat by any measure, though I later learned that she has been in the past. Instead of looking fat, she looked radiantly healthy and incomprehensively feminine: she was all curves and sensuality. I placed my hands on her hips while kissing each of her cheeks in welcome, and was glad to find firm flesh. As I said, she wasn't fat, only full. Full of womanhood, breasts and flaring hips. 

I think she noticed my widening eyes and deep breath even though I tried my best to hide them. She gave me another of her smiles while removing her sandals, before demurely lowered her gaze. My heart was beating really fast, and judging by the heightened color in her face, so was hers. When she took my hand as I was leading her to the backyard patio, I knew that I had read her smiles and winkles correctly. 

We spent the entire night kissing and fondling each other and almost made love that very first night together. Her blouse and matching bra having disappeared at some point during the evening, I was able to drink in, taste, see, touch and bury-my-face-in-between her breasts. They were truly magnificent. Of course they didn't look like my first girlfriend's, twelve years ago, a sixteen year-old cheerleader. Instead of being perky and completely unaffected by gravity, Nella's breasts were fully fleshed out, heavy with lust and able to arouse or slake any desire, be them tease-thin or soul-deep. Any man able to slide his saliva-covered cock between them would discover that he's suddenly a breast-man. Instantly. Legs and asses are great, but nothing compared to large breasts that can easily enfold your cock. 

Well now! It seems I've gotten carried away. Nella was also very nice, interesting to talk to and she had a sense of humor that matched mine. I really don't know why we didn't go all the way that first night. We ended up sleeping together, completely nude, but my cock never found her pussy. Until the sun rose that is. When I opened my eyes in surprise I saw the sunrise through the blinds and then felt Nella impaling herself on my cock. I could see more clearly the strange pattern on her mound: a nicely shaved cross was lovingly kept clean. I would only later learn the naughty signification of that cross of hair. 

For now, her breasts swung just in front of my eyes in rhythm with her movements and I could feel her warmth taking my entire length with barely a stretch. I'm not huge but at eight inches and a decent width, I've had some girls who had to take a few minutes of stretching before being able to fuck themselves silly above me. That small cheerleader for example...

But at that moment any thoughts of previous women, girls to be precise, were completely gone from my mind as I was receiving a most intense fucking from a wonderful woman. My hands rose up to her hips and I guided her movements upon me, alternating between driving her clit directly against my soft belly or the harder bone just above my cock. Soon she was moaning in delight and my groans were rising to match hers...

Here I go again, loosing myself in those very firsts memories I have with her. I told you at the very beginning that the tale really began when I first spent a night at *her* place. Not mine. Well, after that first night and morning together, we both left for work and all day long I couldn't keep my mind away from those same memories. Before she left, she gave me her address and told me to show up at seven for another evening together. We spent another evening alone together, but I saw that she had a roommate. Justine, a Spanish girl. Before she could tell me anything about her roommate, we were kissing and fucking all over the place, making a point of doing it in every room of the apartment. Except, decency obliges, in Justine's room. I did take Nella from behind while we were both standing just outside Justine's room, in the corridor. 

We went to bed, to sleep, at one o'clock and both of us fell asleep like rocks from Mars. Then, somewhere around four o'clock, a loud noise woke me up: Justine coming back home. At four o'clock on a Thursday night: she must be the partying kind. After a few minutes trying to get back to sleep, I resigned myself: I had to go to the bathroom. 

That's when the strange String of Luck began. Before you dirty people start to imagine that I found her naked in a bath with a dozen candles lit, panting with desire for me, please reign yourselves in. When I walked past her room, I merely glanced in. Then I stopped and stared: she was snoring away on her bed. See?! Nothing fancy about that? The thing is, though, that she was lying face up, wearing nothing but a very short skirt. The open window was letting in the streetlight and in the night's darkness, Justine was positively glowing. Her breasts were proudly, gloriously, on display. I simply couldn't believe it. She had a decently trim body, halfway between Nella's magnificent fullness and a typical thin girl. But those breasts were simply huge!

Before I managed to get enough of an eyeful she moaned and twisted on her bed. I quickly moved away from the door and waited: I definitely didn't want to get caught gawking at a new girlfriend's roommate! A long minute later, she began snoring again and I peeked in once more. She had rolled on her side, away from the wall and somehow she was still snoring. This time her breasts were squeezed between her left arm and the bed; they were jutting outward with a passion. God they were large! Too large!

Then something clicked in my head, an old habit I had when I was much younger... When my mom used to have her friends over for an afternoon in the pool, I always sneaked in the bathroom and rummaged through the various bags to find as many bras as I could. I was fascinated by them, by their different cup sizes. I tried my best to fit the bras with the women, holding them in my hands while looking at the patio through the window. Soon these afternoons turned into masturbating frenzies for me. I used to rub the soft bras against my hard cock while looking at the most beautiful of the women. Most of them wore bikinis. I stared at them when they got out of the pool dripping wet, when they straightened their bikinis, when they put on sunscreen (especially when they did so to each other!) and of course while they were lying down to sunbathe... I eventually came all over my hand, careful not to drop a single drop of cum on a bra. I really, really didn't want to get caught!

And I was feeling the same thing right now: I really didn't want to get caught but I absolutely needed to find Justine's bra. When I saw it on the floor, a blue satin thing, I knew I had to get there. But as it was right beside the bed, it meant that if Justine opened her eyes I was done. My pulse was racing in my chest, my cock already growing inches after inches and I knew I had to do it. Taking a deep breath in a vain attempt to calm myself, I began tiptoeing inside Justine's room. My eyes never kept still: the floor, the bra and of course Justine's impossible-to-miss breasts. It took me about five minutes to get to her bra, less than three feet away from her bed. 

When I knelt down and took her bra in my hand, I could still feel the warmth of her body in the thick satin. I closed my eyes in delight. By the streetlight, I was able to read the tiny label: EE. Dear God in Heaven! Not only does my new girlfriend have fantastic breasts herself, but she has a roommate blessed with double E's. The possibilities where endless. By now my cock was painfully hard and was straining against my boxers. Do I dare? Do I dare make the last step in this adolescent fetish of mine? Of course I dared! Slowly I pulled my boxers away from my waist and freed my cock. When I brought the soft bra against the underside of my cock, my whole body twitched in sinful pleasure. My hearth was still beating like a horse's in the middle of a race, both with the overflow of pleasure and the thrill of the undeniably forbidden. I was stealing away illicit bliss and that fact alone explained nearly all the pleasure I was feeling at that moment. 

When my fist closed and the entire cup surrounded my hard shaft, I couldn't help myself and began pumping her bra up and down. Good God it felt too good! I had to stop after only a few seconds for fear of cumming all over her bra. Reluctantly I placed the bra back on the floor and slowly straightened up and left the room. 

I took a deep breath and went to the bathroom. Of course, with a hard on the size of the empire state building, I couldn't really take a leak. I walked to the living room and sat on the couch to wait until the hard-on went away on it's own. I was much to sore to jack myself off: I decided that if I was going to cum at Nella's place, it was going to be in her pussy, her mouth, between her breasts or even perhaps in her ass. But I was not going make myself even more sore just because I had to pee! When I looked out the window to look at the stars and saw nothing less than the neighbors fucking right against their patio door, I moaned in frustration and let my head fall back down on the couch. 

I eventually managed to calm down, go to the bathroom and get back to sleep next to Nella. The following morning, a Saturday, I formally met Justine and we broke our fast together. We spent part of the morning fooling around when Justine wasn't around or even when she was merely turned the other way. I quickly discovered that Nella really liked to mix fun and sex. Mainly teasing and even slightly exhibitionist with her roommate. An hour before noon Justine came knocking on our door and told us that she was going to take a long bath. 

"You know what that means Nella?"

"Sure, no problems. Stay as long as you want and play your music as loud as you want."

"Thanks."

When Justine left, Nella explained what Justine meant by "long bath". After a long night out, she has a ritual the following morning. A very hot bath, a facial mask and loud classical music in the bathroom. When Nella looked away and smiled, I asked her what she had on her mind. She looked at me for a while, silently, then smiled again. 

"Can you be very quiet while fucking?"

"Sure, why?"

But I already had an idea of what she had in mind although I could barely believe it. And then she confirmed it. While the music began playing from the bathroom, Nella explained that during the first weeks after she and Justine moved in together, she was quite fascinated by her friend's huge breasts. Since their bathroom doesn't have any window, the owners installed a revolving stained glass panel in wall between the bathroom and the living room. I had seen it the night before, but it was clear that the people inside the bathroom would instantly see anyone looking in. 

"Won't she see us?" I asked quickly to hide my growing exhilaration. 

"Not once she puts on the slices of cucumber on her eyes!" Nella replied with a mischievous smile. 

God did I love this girl! She was asking me to fuck her while we both spied her wonderfully endowed roommate taking a bath. The very first day after our first date! What will the following weeks and moths bring!?! While we were getting naked and my cock was once again rising to the occasion, Nella told me that since those first few weeks they had really clicked and now nudity was a regular part of their days together. I shook my head in miraculous disbelief. It has been quite some time since Nella spied on her roommate, as usually she can simply come and sit beside the bath to talk to her. But I could see that she was getting excited by the whole thing. (I, on the other hand, was trying my best to clear my head: all I could see was Nella, completely naked, sitting beside a bubble-free bath where Justine would be glowing just like last night...)

Completely naked we walked into the living room in clear view of any passerby who would chance to look up into the second floor apartment. And seeing that Nella was oblivious to this possibility confirmed that she was indeed quite used to being naked here. Shushing me with a finger against her mouth she climbed up on the couch and carefully opened the stained glass. When the music came blasting out even louder, I knew that Justine wouldn't hear a thing. Nella then turned her head around to look down on me and whispered: "No bubbles!" She looked back in once more then turned again: "Fuck me." My eyes were closed in a renewed burst of disbelief: have I died and gone to Heaven?

I climbed on the couch behind her and nestled my cock between her ass cheeks. Placing one hand on the small windowsill, I wrapped the other across Nella's breasts. Her nipples were about as hard as my cock. Leaning forward I left a trail of kisses on her shoulder and neck and suddenly I was high enough to see Justine. To see *all* of Justine... Once more, as they couldn't be denied, her breasts exploded into my sight. Full and large: quite larger than Nella's and that's saying a lot. Her flesh was quite pale and the most delicious surprise was the color of her nipples. In last night's strange light I only managed to see their shape but I missed everything about their sweet cherry color. Somewhere between the dark color of fresh cherries and the syrupy red of the candied ones. They looked utterly mouth-watering. 

Her curly dark hair were floating around and her face, now that I could see it clearly, was indeed covered with a thick green paste and two cucumbers. My exploration of Justine's body was suspended when Nella raised herself on her toes and tilted her ass towards me. My cock found a deeper and warmer recess and the sight of Justine's glorious breasts was momentarily forgotten. The hand that had been lounging on Nella's breasts suddenly moved down to her hips and I pulled her against me. Bending down just a bit, I felt the head of my cock slipping against her lips, her wet lips. Nella's head was turned towards me and she was breathing hard in anticipation. 

"Turn around Nella. Look at her."

When she did, I pushed up and into her. After pulling back for a second trust that would let me sheath my cock completely, I paused and asked her:

"Do you think she's pretty?" I pushed back in, to the hilt with my upper thighs pressed hard against her ass. 

"Oh yes... She's gorgeous."

"What would you like to do to her, " I whispered in her ear, "right now?" And then I pushed back in. 

"Will, oh God that's good... close your fingers harder... Will, she's a woman..." She moaned back. 

"I don't care. I know you've fantasized about her. What was your fantasy?" I was going out on a limb, perhaps even risking the relationship...

"Damn you... Ugh! Damn that long cock... I've been wanting to bury my face between those legs of hers since the first time I saw her wearing nothing but panties."

I was pleasantly shocked by her admission, and in any case I was too far gone to stop. But as I was about to ask her another question, she turned her head around and said:

"Have you even looked at her pussy? Even from here — Ugh! damn that was good, Argh!... Oh, again, do that again, Ahhh... — even from here you can tell just how tasty it must be..." 

She was trying her best to whisper beneath the music, but an alarm was ringing in my head: if we kept going like that Justine's going to hear us for sure... Trying my best to forget about that ringing, I leaned forward and looked lower than her breasts for the first time. Justine was lying motionless in the bath, perhaps even dozing, and the calm bubble-free water allowed me a great view of her pussy. Nella was right: it did look like a impressive pussy, but from this distance I couldn't see much more than her raised mound and freshly shaven lips. Oh yeah: I forgot to mention that she was completely shaved. Pale pink skin, apparently smooth as a baby's skin. Again, I couldn't see much. But it did bring back visions of Nella and Justine sharing a late night talk, one of them in the bath and the other one sitting naked next to it...

"You've seen it up close haven't you?" I asked Nella. Before she could reply I pushed her belly against the cool wall, driving my cock inside her. When my open hand slipped up and clenched itself around her breast, hard, she took a sharp breath and froze for a second. 

"Ahhh, " she sighed. When she turned her head towards me I saw that she was smiling. "Of course I did. We..."

"Oh come on, don't stop there. Tell me." Once more I punctuated my question with a cervix-deep thrust. 

"Hummm, keep doing that and I'll end up telling you much more than that..." Her mouth was hovering just beside my ear. "But first I want you to look at her while I tell you"

Happily, I obliged. Justine still hadn't moved, but from my raised position (I was now driving up into Nella from up on my toes) I could see her entire body. She was really beautiful, from head to toes, but her breasts were definitely the main attraction. Over-large, vast and massive: I couldn't fathom how much they could weight. They were twin works of art. Art you could eat, that is. 

"Since the summer heat swept the bay area, we began sharing an occasional bath." 

When she finished she licked my ear and laughed when she felt me shaking. I had stopped fucking her when the images flooded my mind: not only did they share bath-side night talks, but they even shared baths! But Nella wasn't finished. 

"Put both your hands on my breasts... Now imagine that your fingers are Justine's and that your job is to wash my breasts as best as you can."


String of Luck Ch. 01



My mind was reeling with the intense pleasure of that fantasy. My cock was pulsing inside her and I could feel Nella clenching her pussy rhythmically all around me. When I leaned against her back she giggled and said: "Now you're getting the idea..." Of course she was referring to Justine's breasts against her back during those shared baths. 

And then it was all too much: I pulled out of Nella's pussy and climbed down from the couch. When she joined me, a bit surprised, I turned her around and bent her forward, at the waist, against the head rest. She had to throw her hands in front of her to stop herself from falling. When she did I drove my cock back inside her and fucked her from behind with the combined energy of my desire for her and the many visions and scenarios she had allowed to bloom inside my head. 

I was fully conscious that my thighs were slapping loudly against her firm ass and that it was quite possible that Justine would hear those slaps. I simply didn't give a damn. I wanted to fuck Nella for all I was worth while my head was spinning with previously hopeless fantasies. Looking down at my cock slipping in and out of her pussy I could clearly see her asshole and I knew, like I'd never known anything before, that I was going to eventually fill it with my cock. But right now with both my hands on her hips I closed my eyes and drove the both of us to raging climaxes. 

I don't know how many thrusts we both lasted, but it felt like a lot longer than I thought. I was literally driving her into the couch; her hands and knees slipping in between the cushions. My climax exploded first, but when Nella felt my rhythm breaking apart and my first gush of cum, she began trembling and moaning out loud. Soon afterwards her moans turned into cries of pleasure. Justine was sure to hear us. 

When I looked up to the small window, Justine's head was indeed there, looking at us. Or more precisely looking at my cock driving inside Nella's pussy. She had quickly cleaned her face from the facial mask, but some green smears remained. Her eyes were filled with lust and her entire face was shimmering with envy and yearning. While Nella's face was pressed against the couch, I looked up at Justine and silently mouthed: "I - want - to - fuck - you." Her immediate smile, wolfish with desire, made my heart skip a beat. She replied in the same silent manner: "Me - too." I groaned as she answered and pulled my cock out of Nella's pussy. Holding it in my closed fist I pumped it slowly, sucking the remaining cum up until it fell in small blobs on Nella's ass. During those long seconds, Justine's eyes constantly jumped from my eight inches to my face. 

Then Nella groaned and began to get up. I was sure that Justine would silently disappear beneath the high window. Instead, I got quite a surprise. Laughing, she asked Nella:

"Having fun down there roomy?"

Nella quickly looked up but didn't seemed fazed by her roommate's appearance. "What do you think? And by the way, aren't you ashamed of looking at us fucking?"

"Ah!" Justine laughed in reply... "What about you guys peeping at me in my bath?"

We all laughed at that, but my laughter was mainly a way to cover my surprise. What the fuck was going on here?

"What did you say to him, " asked Justine from above, "to get him so fired up?"

"I told him that I had fantasized about eating your pussy raw..."

By now Nella and I were standing up in the living room, regardless of the people on the street, and Justine was still probably up on the bathroom's counter. But the weirdest part was still to come. 

"*Fantasized* about eating me? You mean you didn't tell him that we've been doing it to each other every night for the last two months?"

Both girls laughed and looked at me. I was already exceeded by this incredible situation, but the deepest shock of all happened with Justine's next words. 

"Do you know what your new boyfriend just told while you were getting down from your climax?"

Suddenly I was shaking, trembling in total discomfort and embarrassment. She was not really going to say it?

"He told me that he wants to fuck me. Even as he was pumping his cock for my own enjoyment... You know, when he dripped those last drops of cum on your ass..."

"Well, " without missing a beat, Nella turned to look at me while still answering to Justine, "that means that he's even better suited to my tastes than I thought. You know that if I had a cock I would fuck you silly myself Justine. He really has great taste. First me, than you... How long has it been since the last time you had a cock in your pussy Justine? Four months?" Overhead, Justine groaned and tilted her head in confirmation. "Well then, I think we're going to have a wonderful relationship Will. Are you game?"

        ***

Was I game? Was I ever game? I looked at Nella, breathless; then Justine, wordless. Something weird was happening to me, and far was I to know that it was only the beginning. Today Nella and I have been together for over a year and a half. Those were our first two days together. A lot of things happened with Justine until she moved away and left the city. Maybe I'll write about some of those one day. The next episode I want to relate is the arrival of Nella's following roommate. A dark-haired beauty she met at a massage parlor. Stay tuned!



String of Luck Ch. 02



This is the second chapter in my String of Luck. Everything about this string revolves about Nella, my wonderful girlfriend. As most of you know by now, we met at a sculpting class a year and a half ago. The events told in the first chapter happened the during the first few days of our being together. This one is a bit more recent. You see, five months after I met her double-E quasi-nymphomaniac roommate, Justine, she received an incredible job offer in another town and decided to move out. This is the short story of the day of the changing of the guard. (another "of the" anyone?)

Even if my relationship with Nella was going great, I was not ready to move in with her. By then I was also aware of something peculiarly interesting: most if not all of her friends were gorgeous in their own ways. Those who read the first chapter know that Nella is a full-figured Goddess, with breasts to die for and hips that screamed womanhood with each of her steps. She keeps her brown hair at shoulder length and never applies make-up around her deep green eyes or on her sweet lips. 

Ever since I met her and discovered every little inch of her body, my earlier fantasies about emaciated, nubile adolescents with silicon-like breasts evaporated. Still, one has to make compromises: I do turn my head when such a cheerleader dream walks by. Instead of merely turning my attention away from adolescent-type bodies and towards fully bloomed women, Nella broadened my definition of beauty. 

Why am I telling you this? Because this broadening allowed me to appreciate the unique beauty of every single friend she brings home. If Nella wasn't so open and free with her sexuality, this would be a big problem: lusting about your girlfriend's friends isn't normally a good thing. But as I was discovering, even during my first months with Nella, is that she was just as turned on by her female friends as I was. I learned that the hard (yet so much fun) way with her first roommate. So even if Justine won't be the main guest character in this chapter, she'll make a delightful little appearance. 

This section of the String of Luck happens roughly five months after I discovered Nella. At this point I was more or less living with her and Justine, and I was enjoying as much sex with both girls as I was able to. The only thing that remained an unexplored taboo was anal sex. I really, really don't know why. I've tried talking about it with Nella, to no avail. And as I was constantly sore from too much sex already, I couldn't conjure up a real passion for the cause... But apart from that little detail I was enjoying sex at its best and fullest. 

Yet now Justine was going away and things would change irrevocably. Change they did, but not for the worst. One evening Nella came back from a sculpting class (I had abandoned it long ago...) with a new friend, Jenny. I was sitting on the couch in the living room when they came in. I merely turned my head around to see who was with Nella. A lithe, raven-haired girl that seemed to be coming right out of the sixties was standing there with a great smile on. And next to nothing else... She was wearing a thin, much too thin wrap around cloth as a skirt and a tiny bikini top. It was hot outside this summer, but maybe not *that* hot. I waived at her with my left hand, which was quite unusual. 

As both girls were removing bags and sandals we talked a bit. But there were no ways in hell I was going to move from the couch: I simply looked at them between the wall and the thick column. Here's the topo: her name was Jenny - Nella had met her at a massage parlor this very afternoon - they were going to enjoy the backyard pool tonight - and right now they were going to change. The usual introduction-pre-pool discussion. Just before they entered Nella's room to change, I casually asked them if they could take the front door to get to the pool. Nella barely paused for one second before winking and agreeing. I thanked her in a voice that was definitely not as tranquil as I had hoped it to be. 

As soon as they closed the door to her room I closed my eyes, leaned my head back on the couch, sighed deeply and with my right hand I pushed Justine's head lower upon my cock. She was a genuinely inspired cock-sucker and such a small thing as a stranger in the place was not going to make me stop her. Her tongue twirled like a dancer on ecstasy around the head of my cock, languorously redefining the meaning of a blowjob every time she gave me one. I don't know how she managed it, but as she moved lower and took me deeper, I could feel her tongue scouring every single nerve cell on my glans. Then I would feel it against my underside, pressing against the huge vein that ran up and down my entire length. 

Of course, she was also a master at deep-throating, an art she was patiently and diligently trying to teach Nella. And I have to say, after half a dozen sessions, that Nella was getting pretty good at it. Right now Justine had taken the cue of my right hand and was engulfing every single of my eight inches. Her nose was buried against my pubic bone and her tongue was occasionally darting out to reach my balls. I moaned out loud in pleasure, uncertain as to whether Jenny could have heard me. 

Soon after I began spasming under Justine's ministrations and she looked up. Slowly she pulled her lips away from the base of my cock and licked my entire length with a growing smile on her face. 

"Where do you want to cum Will?"

"Hmmm, that's a very good question..."

"Fuck yourself, pervert!" She laughed at me, "I know you want to spray all that delicious cum all over my face. "

I remained speechless but my smile joined hers. 

"Go ahead, big boy, force me to take a shower..."

And with that thought she dove right back upon my cock with renewed vigor. At this point I believe I heard Nella and Jenny going out through the front door. I'm honestly not sure. To finish me off, Justine closed her mouth just below the head and sucked in while rubbing her tongue directly on the most sensitive part. I loved every second of it. Since there are no actual penetration movements, it takes longer to cum and the sensations are definitely different. When I felt my balls tensing up and my cum racing up my shaft, I moaned and grabbed the base of my cock. Justine moved back and straightened up, making both of her nude breasts bounce up into view. She took the classic pornographic pose: her mouth half opened, her eyes looking defiantly into mine and her breasts squeezed together just below her neck. She *really* wanted my cum. 

I was happy to oblige. Spasms raked my entire body and most of my muscles tensed up in anticipation. Seconds later the gates opened and my cum sprayed all over her left cheek, nose and forehead. I pumped and aimed my second shot right into her mouth, the third and fourth over both her breasts and managed to drip the remaining cum in her curly hair. She then pushed me back on the couch and took me in her mouth one last time to clean me up. When she saw that I was still hard enough, she leaned forward and trapped my cock between her breasts for a dozen or so cruelly magnificent thrusts. Her saliva and my cum mixed to lubricated this last pleasure just enough for me *not* to cry out. 

After that she took her time in cleaning herself and licking her fingers clean. When she kissed me, I was ready for the pleasure of sharing my own cum with her. The first time she did this a few months ago, I had been taken quite aback and both she and Nella had laughed at me. "You've made us drink so much of it; you could at least taste it!" I laughed while kissing Justine now, as she was laughing too, reliving that episode in our minds. 

When she took it all back and swallowed it like the cum-slut she was proud to be, she got up and sat beside me. After cuddling for a few panting minutes, she turned her head and asked:

"So, what's she like?"

"Jenny? Well, she's good looking and seems to have come straight from the sixties."

"Hmmm. Interesting. Want to see?"

We both got up and knelt near the window to see Nella and Jenny swimming around the in the pool. Both wore their complete swimsuits. A bit disappointing. She was really good looking. Thin but not too much, with nice curves all over. Of course, beside Nella she looked like a child, but I'm pretty sure that "closer inspection" would uncover some hidden gems...

"So, what do you think?" asked Justine. 

"Not bad. She's young though. Twenty? Twenty-two?"

"Yeah, probably. Who knows, she could be *your* next roommate..."

We both laughed at her emphasis on the word "your". But, of course, Justine guess turned out to be true: three weeks later Jenny was completely settled in. But that's for the next story. Right now, let me tell how the following hour unfolded. Before we moved back from the window, my eyes now locked on Nella, I whispered to Justine: 

"I'm going to fuck Nella right there in that pool just beside Jenny. You 'coming?"

"Only if you promise to fuck me at least once a day until I leave..."

"What?" I asked, laughing. 

"You know you need my help to distract Jenny before you can stick that cock up Nella's pussy."

"Indeed, but I don't need an excuse to fuck you everyday. "

"I know, " she smiled back, "but I need a promise that you'll do it."

"Deal. Now what's your plan?"

"Quite simple. Go down there and have fun in the pool for a few minutes. Tell Nella what you want to do and get her to wrap herself around you. Rub your cock against her pussy to get her as wet as you can, because sex in the pool is fun but you need her to be as lubricated as possible."

"Ok, then what?"

She smiled naughtily, "Wait for me to jump in with you..."

With a quick kiss on her lips I left and changed into my swimtrunks. Usually I tighten the waist cord but for what I had in mind I made sure that it would be as loose as possible. After climbing down the stairs and walking up to the patio I stopped and was graced with a pretty damn nice vision: Jenny was standing on the patio just on the edge of the pool, her back to me, dripping wet and glistening in the sun. She seemed on the verge of diving but for some reason she had paused and was talking to Nella. 

Her ass, in the small bikini she had on, was breathtaking. 

She was a slender girl, but beautifully and thankfully far from a bone-sticking-out kind of body. She wasn't very tall, but her proportions complemented her small height nicely. She had decent legs with a smooth, cleanly shaven skin that led up to a welcomed treasure. Her nice, firm ass was right there, less than ten feet away, offered as a gift to my eyes. It was full and generous for her size, but it suited her figure and hips perfectly. It was simply a flawlessly rounded ass that made your mouth water and your cock harden. 

And indeed my cock was getting bigger in my trunks and I knew that if I didn't hurry I wouldn't be able to make it to the pool in full decency. As I walked up the three stairs to the patio, Nella saw me and instantly spotted the beginning of my hard-on. When she noticed that I was walking fast towards the pool she understood my predicament. And of course, instead of welcoming her to safety she stopped me. 

"Will, could you throw me the ball behind you?"

"Ah... Sure, no problem..."

When I looked around the ball was quite far and I quickly turned around to get it. But during that brief exchange, Jenny had turned around to look at me and for a fraction of a second I was graced with the soft, definitely hippy beauty of her breasts and belly. From my place on the couch earlier, with Justine's breasts on my cock, Jenny's had seemed small. Although they still were if you compared them to Justine's or Nella, they seemed heavy and compact, well-rounded for their size and quite high on her chest. My tentative estimate is that she had one of the most beautiful pair of C-cup breasts I had ever seen. Her nipples, hardened by the cool water, were indecently sticking out and upwards through her black bikini top. In fact, they had seemed to be pointing directly towards my face as she was looking at me. 

Just below those playful breasts was the apex of Jenny's hippy look: a soft, slightly rounded belly. Her creamy pale skin was smooth and completely hairless even down to her low bikini bottom. The upward curve on those bottoms accentuated her curves and added to the effect. She didn't look like a washboard and she was completely different than Nella, but somewhere in between her body managed to convey an unquestionably feminine sensuality. 

Bending down to get the ball I realized that while Jenny wasn't stunningly beautiful, the sheer sensuality that poured out of her every curve more than made up for it. As I began walking back to the pool, my cock slightly harder than before, I saw that Nella was looking for something else for me to bring back. Before she could anything I raced back to the pool and jumped over her. The cool water helped to steady my erection, but I still wanted to fuck Nella as much as before. so while Jenny was laughing I swam up to Nella and took her in my arms.

"I want to fuck you right here in the pool, " in whispered in her ear, "right in front of Jenny." She groaned in pleasure. "You game?"

Instead of answering she turned around in my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. Seeing this, Jenny smiled at us and jumped back in the pool. I now had both my hands on Nella's ass and my cock was trying its best to tear through both our swimsuits. When I saw Justine walking out with a bikini even smaller than Jenny's, I hoped that she had something more in mind than a mere bikini display. Although I must say, looking at Jenny, that Justine's display had caught her riveting attention. Justine had a deep purple bikini, strings and small patches, so that most of her body was on proud display. A thong that did a poor job of hiding the shape of her shaven mound and lips while leaving her ass completely nude; and nipple patches that kept as only mystery the color of her nipples. The entire shape of her massive breasts wasn't covered at all, and as her nipples were poking out nearly as much as Jenny's, the color was all that was missing. 

She was grinning when she looked at us, but was also completely unashamed of her swimsuit. When she began running towards the pool like I had done, I understood what her plan was. I whispered a quick: "Now!" to Nella and felt her pushing my swimsuit down. At the same time I pulled her bikini to one side and so freed her pussy. When Justine crashed in the water Nella screamed and impaled herself ion my cock as far as she was able in the water. Which was about half-way. We still had a problem: with her half-way down my cock, it was obvious that something was going on. But when Justine came out, she gave me more than ample time to hilt myself up Nella's pussy: the tiny bikini top had, of course, completely slipped down. 

Jenny's eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw Justine's breasts in all their glory, nude, up close and dripping wet. "Ooops!" she said, laughing. Justine laughed too and as I was openly pushing myself inside Nella, she joined in the laughter as well, trying to hide her moans. When I saw Justine moving towards Jenny in a nearly improper manner, I laughed as well: she was feigning that she was unable to tie her bikini back on. With her eyes still too wide, Jenny helped her as best she could. By the time the girls managed to find the correct position of Justine's nipple patches, everybody was laughing and Nella's legs were once more firmly wrapped around my waist. 

Nella was still spasming with the pleasure of the first penetration and buried her face against m neck. Turning to hide her for a few moments, I introduced Justine to Nella's new friend:

"Jenny, this is Justine, Nella's going-away roommate."

"Hello!" They were still laughing and Jenny had turned a wonderful shade of red. "She's going away?"

"Yes I am, " Justine replied. " I found a great job out of town and I couldn't let it pass. If you're looking for a place, Nella's looking for a new roommate."

Surprising all of us, Nella cried out: "Yes!" It sounded just a bit too intense for a normal conversation, but apparently she had herself under control now. She raised her head and I turned around. 

"Yes! you'd be wonderful as a roommate! Will, not only did I meet her at a massage parlor, but she's taking massage courses right now and always need volunteers to practice on!"

"Wow! Are you really looking for a place to live?" I asked, definitely interested. 

"Well, not really, but I have a loose contract at my current place. But I'm not sure..."

"I know we don't know each other at all right now, " Nella pushed on, "but you could sign on for the two remaining months and see if you like it?"

Jenny grinned and I knew that she would say yes. A few seconds later she hesitantly said: "Well, OK then!" Nella took that opportunity to jump up and down on me, feigning more joy than she really felt. Of course, she was moving herself up and down on my cock, sending waves of pleasure all across my body. Justine winked at me from across the pool and I knew I was in for quite a ride.

The next few minutes were quite intense for me as Nella was constantly coming up with new excuses and reasons to move about on me. I was rock hard despite the cool water and Nella's entire body was heating up dramatically. She found causes to twist around, either reaching for the ball or throwing it back; she used her legs to cling to me while letting her body fall back away, exquisitely changing the angle of penetration; she slyly crushed her mound against me; and of course she jumped up and down each time she scored a point in the little game the girls devised. 

Even though there were few actual penetration movements, I getting closer to my climax as Nella kept squirming all around me. And I could tell by her breathing and the color of her neck that she was close too. At one point I slipped my hands beneath her bikini bottoms and pulled her hard against me, pushing my cock an extra inch but more importantly squashing her clit directly against my pubic bone. She had done that herself a few times but now I was in control and there was no way I was going to let her move away. 

It took us nothing more than a few minutes, but by then Jenny was aware that something sexual was going on. I don't think she knew how deeply things were going on, but I was sure she suspected something. I don't know how Nella felt, but I was getting more and more aroused with every second: here I was in the pool with my girlfriend, surrounded with a pretty girl I barely knew and a good-looking woman that had just given me great head. I was nestled deeply into my girlfriend's pussy, fucking her gently right beside the two other, while one of them knew exactly what was going on and the other clearly had suspicions. 

Their game ended as it became clear that Nella wasn't able to play anymore. A strange silence fell down on the pool, as Nella's moans against my hear were becoming louder and louder. Justine tried talking with Jenny to distract her, but stopped after a few moments: the raven-haired girl from the sixties was staring at us. I saw Justine smiling and, taking Jenny by the hand, moving towards us. 

Jenny was looking at us wide-eyed, unable to believe what was really happening but unable to resist the lure: it was too public, too daring to ignore. When Nella felt Justine's hand on her arm she looked up, saw both girls around us, laughed a few seconds then began to freely moan her pleasure. She kissed me passionately as I shamelessly began to pound my thrusts into her. She was shaking with each of them, even if I was slowed by the water. When she broke the kiss to moan out loud, she turned her head to the side and looked directly at Jenny. 




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The sweet-breasted girl still hadn't touched us, but she was standing about a foot away from us. When I felt Nella's pussy clamping hard around my shaft, I knew that she was about to explode. She reached her arm towards Jenny and closed her hand on her shoulder, still looking straight at her. When Nella's climax took her, her pussy began pulsing and milking my cock which, of course, triggered my own climax. I moaned with Nella as my seed was rushed into her body, spurt after spurt flowing into her. When I did, Justine leaned in and kissed my neck, trying to share in some of my pleasure. I then felt her arms around both Nella and me, then her warm body against my side. 

On the other side Jenny was closer but she still hadn't joined in the embrace. When both our climaxes were spent, Jenny still hadn't fully embraced us, but she was smiling at everyone. She was the first to laugh out loud, shock and disbelief still clear on her face. As Nella pulled up and away from me, we laughed too, trying to find a way to keep the mood going. Eventually it broke and Jenny moved away, calm enough to remember to be shy. We spent the rest of the afternoon on the patio, all four of us, and it was great. 

       ***

The little incident in the pool hadn't changed Jenny's mind and three weeks later she had replaced Justine. Of course, by that time I had ample opportunity to verify my estimate: she was a superbly fleshed out C cup, as most of her bras confirmed. But by now you guys knew I had to check it out... Up next, I'll write about just another massage fantasy. See you then! 



String of Luck Ch. 03



Hello again, and welcome this third chapter of my String of Luck. There are a few other chapters coming afterwards; if you want to read them (hint: feedback!) and if I have the time and patience to write them. By now most of you understand what I mean by "String of Luck". The first thing on the list is Nella, the green-eyed, blooming-body woman I'm lucky to call my girlfriend. And then, and this is when it becomes really interesting, there are Nella's girl friends. Not only are they all attractive, each in their own way, but most of them are under Nella's spell. 

What do I mean by that? The first time I saw Nella in my quickly forgotten art class, I found her quite attractive. When I saw her in bed I became fascinated by her. But when teasing games, exhibitionist and voyeur incidents, bisexual openings and episodes... when all that began to happen, I became enthralled by my newly discovered girlfriend. And now, about seven months after our first nights together, I knew that most if not all of her friends were so enthralled, regardless of their sex. I have to admit, disgracefully, that so far I've only met two of her male friends and that I'm not especially looking forward to meeting the others. I know that it's not terribly noble of me, just as it's also quite weak that I don't feel like introducing most of my own male friends to Nella. But who knows, maybe one day I'll dare to follow her own path to sexual open-mindedness...

For the present, though, I'll begin by writing a quick resume of what happened since Jenny moved in. She was indeed looking for massage volunteers, as many as she could find and as often as people around her had the time. As we still were in the middle of August, I was still enjoying the long summer of school-workers. Work didn't resume until the first week of September. Nella, on the other hand still had to work during weekdays, both as a lifeguard and sculpting teacher. Neither jobs was particularly well paid, but neither did she have an expensive lifestyle: fucking as much as you can is incredibly great fun while being perfectly free! 

As for Jenny, she had a part-time job at a massage parlor, of course, and she too was waiting for school to resume. So for the last month or so, I've been enjoying the benefits of regular massages. Especially during this past week, the massages have become a daily ritual for Jenny and me. Of course when you're half naked (I only kept some briefs on), when the girl massaging you is slowly revealing herself as a "recreational nudist" (in her own words, she said with a grin) and so only wears a mixed collection of bare minimum clothes, and on top of that she's massaging you for at least an hour each day, well, you get to know one another. 

Merely seeing her walk around during the day was a treat. Most of her choice of clothing revolved around her many bikinis, but not always. One of her other favorites are a unique pair of thin cotton pants, from hip to ankle, slit all the way from those hips and ankles. If she stands still they're completely closed but as soon as she starts to walk her legs pass through the openings. If she happens to kneel or crouch, her legs become completely exposed. And of course, as you may have guessed, Jenny doesn't believe in waste, so if she decides to wear anything that would hide panties, she simply doesn't put the panties on in the first place. 

So when my personal massage sessions began, I was feeling quite awkward: I was half-naked and beside me, oiling and caressing me, was a girl who was equally disrobed. I kept getting glances up or down her blouses, tank tops, loose pants or wrap-around skirts. Breasts, nipples, pussy and ass. By the time the fourth session ended, I had seen her entire body while never having the chance of *really* seeing it. It was extremely frustrating. 

It was, also, quite stimulating. And my cock, the source of all the awkwardness, was reacting quite normally to the show I was getting. The first two times, even though it was poking obviously from beneath my boxers, Jenny chose to ignore it. The third time, her face becoming as red as mine, she smiled and shyly told me that she was used to seeing men get hard-ons during massages. They had prepared her for that particular situation in school and she was now used to it. I'm not sure she was used to seeing an eight inch cock in full attention, but she really didn't seem to mind. 

Three days ago something new happened and even though I hate hot and humid weather, I was ready to thank whatever was responsible for it. When we all woke up at six in the morning, because of the heat, we knew that we were in for a scorching day. Nella wore her bikini for breakfast, and Jenny chose her bikini bottoms with a thin veil around her breasts. They were fairly noticeable beneath the thin veil, and seeing it, Nella shot me a quick smile. Although both girls have been talking quite a lot, Nella still hadn't been able to determine if Jenny would be opened to anything remotely sexual with us. Maybe this more obvious decision towards nudity would help our cause!

Just before Nella left for work, Jenny asked her to come to her room. When she came out two minutes later, she came to kiss me and whisper: "Enjoy the show...". She then grinned at me and winked. When Jenny came out, nothing different was visible. We usually had our massage sessions in the morning so that we could keep the rest of the day free. So when she pulled out her massage table a bit later, I was still looking for something special or new. 

I laid down on the table and Jenny pulled out her bottles of oil. Before opening them though, she told me she had a question for me. 

"You know that I'm an recreational nudist. " She began. She had all my attention. "But I'm only used to opened nudity with my close friends and that's why I've kept myself covered since I came here. But this heat is driving me crazy and I was wondering if you would mind if I..."

She hesitated but her meaning was clear. "Of course you can Jenny..."

"I asked Nella and she said that she didn't mind if I was sometimes nude around you guys."

"I think not. " I smiled. "Au contraire, I think she was waiting for you to make the first move."

"Really?" she said, visibly happy and relaxed. "Well then, just give me a minute..."

And then she proceeded to remove the thin veil, exposing her breasts without any trace of shame or shyness. I was still lying on my back on the table, but for this I had to sit up. If she was going to be opened about this, I had to be honest too. She was going for her oils, but I stopped her.

"Wait a second Jenny, I have to tell you something too." I took a deep breath and I saw that she was a bit nervous about this after all. "I really don't mind your nudity, but there's something you may have noticed around here: not only are we quite opened about nudity, but about sexuality as well."

"Ok, what does that... mean for me?"

"It means whatever you want it to mean..." I smiled warmly. "At the very least, it's going to mean that I'm going to look at those wonderful breasts of yours. I won't simply ignore them the way I can ignore an arm you choose to bare. They are gorgeous, even more beautiful than I had thought before this morning. My guess is that Nella will act just like me: don't expect us to behave as if you were clothed." I paused, letting her the time to digest all this. "On the other hand, we won't treat your nudity as an invitation to sex. Never fear about that. Never."

I was pleased to see her smile, and my guess was that it was not her first time in such an environment. I blatantly looked down from her eyes to her breasts and stared at them for a long while. Dear God! Firm flesh, bursting out from her chest as only smaller breasts can do, capped with pale pink nipples that were already standing straight despite the heat. She was a full C cup, but she was also young enough so that they hadn't begun to feel the pull of gravity too much. They were, in resume, what most older women have in mind when they decide to go to a breasts surgeon. 

Laughing, she turned to her right and her left, giving me an even better show. But then, having decided that it was enough, she pushed me back on the table and I laughed with her. "Damn!" I said, feeling it, "this time we'll both know exactly why I have a hard-on!" We both laughed even harder and the following massage was really great. We talked about more intimate things while I openly looked at her breasts, thighs, ass and bikini-clad pussy for more than an hour and a half. We spent most of the rest of the day in the pool, and we even dared to swim completely nude for an hour or so. We knew that other people, like the landlord, could appear at any time, but the added thrill seemed to excite Jenny as much as it excited me. Sadly, she put her bikini back on before leaving the pool, so all I got was wavy and blurry looks at her pussy. Still, a dark patch was obvious. Mysteries to be unfolded...

We spent the evening with Nella and a few neighbors from our building on the patio, in and out of the pool. When the three of us left for bed, I saw that most of the other men present were preparing to leave: they had clearly been here to gawk at Jenny and Nella. Both girls were well aware of the attention and even began talking about it on the way up. When Nella and me went to bed she crawled over me and asked if Jenny had gone nudist during the day. I gave her a short summary of the day and the things I had told our new roommate about us. She was glad to learn that Jenny had reacted well and then, quite naturally, Nella proceeded to fuck me thoroughly. And, I must add, a bit more noisily than usual. I was reasonably that Jenny, in the adjacent room, would hear some of Nella's moans as well as a few of the ass-slapping thrust I had driven into her, kneeling behind her. 

The following morning, two days ago then, I was graced with another massage in the morning. This time though, Jenny chose to assume her nudism and came out of her room completely nude. The day was at least as hot as yesterday. After commenting freely on her body, and seeing her blush with a smile, I got up and removed my boxers altogether. "Why bother?" I told her. My cock, every inches of it, was as rock hard as yesterday morning. She laughed and fetched her bottles. 

I had an especially long massage this morning as well and I was treated to a complete, unrestricted view of Jenny's body. She was everything I had dreamed of: firm body all over, from her thighs all the way to her rounded breasts. The patch of hair on her pubic mound was barely trimmed, wild and savage, but her lips were shaved. It was an odd combination but it worked really well to keep my cock as hard as it could be. 

A few times during the massage I complimented her, mostly about the parts rarely talked about. She remained mostly silent, except perhaps to mention that doing massages everyday kept you in good shape. I could see, through her apparently unaffected miens, that she was getting excited by my comments. And, probably, by my exposed cock. Unlike previous sessions, I spent most of the hour and a half on my back. When she stood at the top of the table behind my head, massaging my face and scalp, I was graced with an upside down view of her young yet nubile breasts. It was also easy to figure out that hidden behind her own breasts, her eyes were free to stare at my cock. 

But the massage ended without anything special happening. Yesterday morning's massage, though, was something else. It began and unfolded in quite the same manner. We were both naked even though the weather was mostly back to normal. At one point, after I made another comment about her breasts, Jenny stopped her massage and looked at me. 

"How can you find my breasts so beautiful when your girlfriend has such beautiful and big breasts? I mean: I know mines are not bad, but compared to Nella's I must look like a child to you! Hers are so incredible!" 

"That's not true at all." I was pleased by her question and by her tacit avowal that she was looking approvingly at Nella's breasts. I paused, as if searching for an explanation. I began with the simplest one, the one I knew wouldn't work. I stared at them and merely said: "Damn Jenny, just look at them. Just look!"

She laughed but obviously wasn't convinced. "Come on Will, I'm serious..."

"Well, so am I. They are fabulous, and they should be celebrated." She laughed again with me. "OK, try to see it like this. What are you two favorite songs?"

"Hmmm, Take Five from Dave Brubeck and Summertime from Janis."

"Perfect!" I said with pleasure. "Which one is your true favorite?"

"Oh, I see where this is going. Summertime is my truly favorite."

"And does that prevent you from fully enjoying the beauty of Brubeck's piece?"

"Of course not. I understand what you mean, but breasts are not music! Nella's have everything mine have and are quite bigger to boot!"

"No they don't." I took a deep breath, ready to dare something that could shatter the mood. "They don't have this right here...

Slowly I extended my hand towards her breasts, leaving her more than enough time to move away. Then with my extended first finger, I traced the smooth and fresh line below her left breast. She didn't move away. Shivers ran up and down my arm and my breathing paused while I tasted her intimate skin for the first time. Instantly her nipple hardened and I saw her shivering for less than the time it took me to complete the line. But in fact there was no line, and that was the point. regaining my breath, I told her what I meant. 

"You see, your breasts are still firm and perky, defiantly high and proud. There's no fold here. Right here... "

This time I used my thumb to trace a line from her nipple to her chest, following the steep curve of her flesh. By then we were both breathing fast, shallow breaths. Leaving my hand there, with my thumb still pushed against the underside of her breast, I continued. 

"In a sense your breasts are just as large as Nella's... I'd never seen breasts as big as yours that didn't fold back on themselves. It's as if they contained nothing but flesh; heavy, full and as firm as a burgeoning adolescent breast. Nella's breasts are comfortably large, quiet in their confident beauty." By now my thumb was tracing small circles on her flesh, making it move and bulge from left to right, up and down. "Yours on the other hand, look like they're arrogantly proud of their appeal, standing high and firm on your chest. With your nipples hard like this, " I dared another step forward and grazed her left nipple, making it twist under my thumb. "your breasts are simply impossible to resist..."

With those last words I opened my hand and palmed her entire breast. My eyes closed as my fingers did the same on her compact flesh, feeling its youthful bounciness as I squeezed and released it. By now we were both ostensibly breathing faster and shallower, thrill and pleasure mixing together. She was burning up, her warm flesh now covered with a thin layer of sweat. Somehow the sweat made everything even more exciting, licentious. It certainly made fondling her a lot easier. After a few minutes of this perfectly silent caress, Jenny placed her hand on my arm and lowered my hand. Still without a word she smiled at me and resumed the massage. 

By now her entire body was covered in sweat and after the cleanness of her shower, she now gave out a wonderfully feminine scent. Underneath that smell, for the first time in life, I actually smelled a woman's excitement. When she moved pass my head I was able to get a whiff of the wetness between her legs. The sexual tension was still palpable, the silence charged with desires and anticipation. Her massage had deconstructed itself into nothing more than long-stroked caresses. 

Then, surprising me and breaking the stale-mate, Jenny laughed. 

"Damn it, why are we so stressed-out?" She had been standing at the foot of the table and was now walking to its side. "This must be killing you, as it has probably been doing so for the last couple of weeks..." She smiled, staring at my cock. 

"Hu-Hm." I agreed, unable to say anything more: my cock was, in fact, ready to spontaneously combust. 

"Here, how does this feel?"

Without any other warning, she closed her hand around the base of my cock, squeezing it really hard... The shockwave of pleasure that swept through me made my entire body twitch on the table. When she brought her other hand around the head of my cock, she had me twisting around and moaning out loud in pleasure. Both her hands oiled up she gave me an incredible hand-job, apparently taking a lot of pleasure herself while doing it. 

She began by squeezing the base of my cock firmly while using her other hand to pump my shaft and head. When she switched a few dozen strokes later, holding the head and pumping the rest of my length, the pleasure was impressively different. The feeling of her palm and fingers carefully holding my knob tightly was surprisingly good, especially when she began to slowly stroke the rest of my hard-on. Usually most if not all of the sensations come from the sensitive head, but her lubricated fingers on the skin of my cock were somehow marvelously enjoyable. 

All the skill I had discovered in her fingers while she had massaged me was now magnified as she handled my cock like a well-known instrument. After teasing me with this new technique, she let her lower hand move down even further and cup my balls. Now I have very sensitive balls and I rarely enjoy having them fondled. Now, of course, was an exception. Jenny was wonderfully subtle and precise in her strokes, touches and ball-hugs. Soon a slow rhythm emerged: gentle caress, thumb rolls and entire ball-sac squeeze. Higher up, the hand holding my glans began squeezing it in unhurriedly, the timing flawless: just as she was about to hug my balls with her left hand, her right one released my glans. She kept that rhythm for what seemed to be a long time. (As you might have guessed, I had my eyes closed in delight, completely oblivious to anything else than her hands on my genitals...)

At one point her tempo increased and the sensations naturally followed suit. Soon after she began to sync her squeezing before adding a long expected friction on the head of my cock. All the while continuing her excellent care of my balls, she started to stroke my cock again, her fingers very tightly curled around my meat. Her speed increased and decreased in reverse proportion to my twisting around: she was deliberately teasing me into a huge climax. 

I barely felt her left hand, the one on my balls, turning around until the tips of her fingers reach the bottom of my sac. What I did feel, while realizing the irony of that caress, was the harder pressure she suddenly applied to the sensitive point between balls and asshole. My ass responded by raising itself from the table, the pleasure suddenly too intense. I was seconds away from exploding and was ready to bless Jenny with all my heart when I felt her strokes coming faster and faster. 

It seemed to me as if my entire body was cumming, throwing everything it had into my climax. I *had* been expecting this since I first saw Jenny in the pool, so this was an orgasm long in coming! And come it did! I came and came all over my stomach, my cum pooling in large globs in and around my navel. As I was trashing in absolute joy, I heard Jenny laughing gently: she was still pumping my cock and massaging that magical spot between my legs. And my cum just kept flowing. 

Eventually it stopped and Jenny gently released my balls and cock. She was still smiling but less so than before. I, on the other had, was probably radiating with pleasure, breathing hard and enjoying every fleeting second of this climax. Rolling one of my fingers in my navel, I pulled it out and playfully covered one of her nipples with my cum. She smiled but stopped me after a few seconds. 




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"Shhh, " she said, after pushing my hand away. "We shouldn't be doing this... I've been wanting to touch that cock of yours since the first time I saw it hard on my table, but..."

"But nothing. We're both adults and nobody has been hurt."

"What about Nella? I ask her if she minds my being nude around you and there I go jacking her boyfriend off in her own living room!"

"Please stop Jenny, " I smiled at her incomprehension. "If I knew that Nella wasn't OK with this, I wouldn't have let things come this far. Period. If you only knew... " I paused, unsure of how she'd receive what I really wanted to say to her. Instead of telling her everything about Nella and beautiful girls and women, I only said. "If you only knew how much she would have enjoyed seeing what we just did..."

"What do you mean?" 

I sighed. "Just don't worry about her finding out. In fact I'm going to tell her myself tonight and you'll probably hear us fucking even louder than yesterday night."

Her face reddened, even though she still had some of my cum on her hand. "I did hear you guys yesterday..."

"Do you mind?" I asked, hoping to make her talk a bit more...

"No, not really. It's just that sometimes... well, it's been a long time since I..."

Still red, she lowered her head and gave me a acutely shy smile. I understood what she hadn't said quite well: it had been a while since she hadn't fucked anyone. It was genuinely hard to believe.

"I find that hard to believe Jenny. " I paused, then grinned. "Did you masturbate while listening to us?"

"Oh stop it now!!!" she laughed out loud and slapped my belly. 

When the noise of her slap came out quite wet and bubbly, she looked down and laughed again, harder this time. Happy to have broken her shy mood, I joined in and decided not to rush things. She cleaned my up with a warm towel, all the while I was already having fantasies about tomorrow morning's massage... 

The evening turned out quite like yesterday's: pool until 10:30 while the neighbors enjoyed Jenny and Nella's bikinis and a loud fucking session afterwards. Nella was really charged up after our little bedside discussion: she was really happy about how things were turning out. I slept like a log but woke up early, eager for the day to begin. 

After my shower I found both girls in the kitchen, heads leaned conspiratorially together. When I walked in to kiss Nella a good morning, they stopped talking and Jenny's face was as red as yesterday morning. She had to lean back a bit while I bent towards Nella, but didn't move away from my nearness. As soon as I touched Nella's lips, I knew I was in for much more than a regular good morning kiss. I was treated to a full fuck-me-silly kiss, a wet dance of lips and tongue. While my head turned left and right against Nella's mouth, I could see that Nella had one of her hands high on Jenny thigh. Very high. I smile through the kiss and gently bit Nella's tongue. She opened her eyes and smiled, then we broke the kiss. 

Without giving it too much thought I pulled back a bit, turned towards Jenny and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Good morning to you too!" Both girls laughed at this and I saw Nella's hand tightening her grip on Jenny's thigh. We ate together: eggs and toasts whit layer after layer of almond butter and raspberry jam. Soon after Nella left for work, last day of the week, and I finally found myself alone with Jenny. 

She was wearing nothing but her a thin nightdress, loose and satiny. I was afraid that she'd keep it on, be shy and ask me to forget everything about last morning. Instead she got up from her chair with a bright smile and slipped the nightdress up and above her head. Seeing her disrobe was delicious, and so was her request for me to do the same. "Ready for your massage?" she asked. I replied by pulling the table from underneath the sofa and setting it up. She threw a towel over it and invited me to lay back. "On your back." Shivers ran up and down my body: we always began with my lying face down. 

A few minutes later I was completely oiled up and my dick was getting increasingly hard. After having given me the general loosening-up body-wide first part of the massage, Jenny paused and looked up at me. She smiled and asked, in a amusingly innocent voice: 

"Do you mind if I include this part in the massage this morning?" Her eyes quickly darted to my cock. 

"Please do, please do..." I smiled back. 

And as simple as that and her hands were once more sliding up and down my entire length, taking great care and patience to oil everything from my glans to the little spot below my balls. But this time she was not jacking me off, not immediately anyway, but alternated between a regular massage and a delicious "extra". At one point I reached out to her with my arm but she swatted it away. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, keep those hands to yourself young man..." I smiled and kept, indeed, my hands to myself. 

At one point she surprised me by asking me to turn around. When I did she proceeded to oil my back and legs. Then she did something she had never done before: she climbed up on the table with me. (Remember, if you had forgotten, that she was completely naked too...) Raising both my feet, she laid on of them against her belly and chest, right between her breasts. She gave the other one a strong massage and a few minutes later she switched and did my other feet. 

After that sweet work she placed my legs back on the table and walked over me until her knees were slightly higher than my hips. When she sat down on my ass I could feel her sliding around against my oily skin, trying to find a comfortable position. Of course, that must've been the point, she was also pressing my cock against the table in the process. When she began massaging my back her movements made it rub between my oiled belly and the soft towel, keeping it nice and hard. 

When she climbed down, a few minutes later, she asked me to turn around again. I did it gladly and saw that her entire body, at least the front, was covered with oil. She must've finished the job that our contacts had begun as she was glistening from head to toe. As soon as I was fully on my back she climbed up again, this time straddling my knees and lower legs. Looking down above my chest I was admiring the shining nymph above me, her flawless breasts proud and pert as always, her smooth belly that led the way to her wild patch of black hair and of course, the smooth shaven lips that were presently hidden beneath. 

Her strong legs and hips were tensing up and down as she massaged my chest, arms and shoulders, but it was clear that her movements were nothing but an excuse to show me her breasts... She was bending forward as she pulled back from my shoulders and squeezing her shoulders inwards, hiding her breasts; only to push them out through her arms while arching her back when she moved her hands upwards again. Each time I saw her breasts squeezing out from between her closed-up arms, my cock twitched up and touched her belly. 

After a few torturing repetitions she smiled up at me and placed both her hands in the hollow between my shoulders and my chest. She then swung her hips forward, bringing her thighs up and then down against my sides. Her back was arched and her belly was rising gently from my chest until her breasts bloomed, pushed out between her arms. Her weight was resting on my shoulders and I could feel my muscles loosening under the pressure. I could also look at her breasts from below, for she was arched just above my head, and could definitely feel my cock being squeezed between both our bellies. 

When she pulled back her head moved towards mine and she gave me a small kiss before moving further down. Her breasts lavishly pressed against my chest, she made them slide all the way back down to my stomach and, of course, across the entire length of my cock. Then, pausing with my balls nestled between them, she moved her hands a bit lower and began climbing up again. Her breasts once more licked my cock from both sides while the soft valley between them caressed my sensitive underside. They then rubbed up my chest until taking off above my head once more as she was putting her weight on my shoulders again. 

After the third time I was ready to burst and placed my hands on her hips to pull her higher. She giggled as I pushed up, forced to move her hands from my shoulders to the towel. But as my cock slipped all the way down from her belly against her pussy, we both moaned. When her bush fell down on my belly I pushed her back down and felt my cock bumping against her lips. Her clean shaven and oiled up lips. I heard Jenny whispering: "Not yet..." and didn't understand why she was still moving backwards until my cock found resistance and slipped down up her lips and so upwards until it stood completely up, trapped between her legs against her pussy and asscheeks. 

"Hold my hips steady..."

"What?"

But before I could have an answer, she closed her legs together by bringing them directly above mine. Without her legs to stabilize her, and with too much oil between us, Jenny's body began to slide from left to right as gravity was pulling it away from me. But I had her hips firmly in my hands and there was no way in Heaven or Hell that I was going to let her slip away. 

And then she completed the position she had in mind with simple movements I'll never forget: pushing her hips upwards with the muscles of her back and legs, she began masturbating my cock between her legs. As soon as she started she raised her head from my shoulder and kissed me with all the passion I had expected. 

The feelings she was bathing my cock with were out of this world. The oil was making everything smooth, but it felt like each side of my cock was feeling something different. The underside, barely touched by her legs, felt like it was being gently tickled or teased. The sides, pressed directly against her oiled thighs received most of the pressure and when they reached my glans the sensations peaked. 

The top of my shaft, nestled against her pussy lips and ass, got most of the attention. At first the heat from her pussy was the dominant sensation, but soon things changed. After a while she began to vary the angle of her abdomen, pushing her ass outwards or inwards randomly. So sometimes I felt her pussy opening up against my length and sometimes I felt her asscheeks teasing my glans on the way down. After an undetermined number of mind-blowing thrusts she also began to move up and down on my body. This both made our entire fronts rub against each other, her breasts clear on my chest, but it also changed the game entirely for my cock. 

Once more the feelings were new and changing, evolving into something unexpected with every minute that passed by. I felt like I could enjoy such a massage for years and years, for even though the sensations were varied and rich, they were not incredibly intense. The head of my cock was, indeed, seldom properly enfolded. Then, breaking her kiss and between breaths, Jenny kissed her way to my ear and whispered something that stirred too many fantasies at the same time. 

"Do you like tit-fucking?"

I merely groaned, still overwhelmed by the sensations. 

"Would you like to fuck my tits?"

"God yes!"

"Ok then, but later. For now, just imagine that my thighs and buttocks are my tits and that you're fucking them...

"Hum?" I was not in a state of mind that allowed for quick illumination. 

"Hold my hips with your forearms and slide your hands lower on my ass. — OK, move them inside a bit. — Now reach for the top of your cock with your finger and pull... Oooh, " she laughed, "that's it Will, now you're getting it..."

Indeed: when I pulled the end of my cock against and between her asscheeks, my glans was suddenly getting the attention it required. While she kept moving and rotating her pussy against my cock, I was making sure that most of my length was touching her skin. When her rhythm increased my eyes closed and I was barely able to return the kiss she had resumed. 

Her movements soon transformed into pure rotations as she was grinding her pussy and ass against my cock. I could clearly feel her lips and warm gash sliding up and down, as well as her asshole and part of the private cleft between her asscheeks. The mere feeling of her asshole rubbing against my glans would have been more than enough to satisfy me, but right now I was drowning in too much pleasure to properly appreciate what was happening to me. 

I opened my eyes wide when it was clear that she was raising herself more and more. Soon her asshole disappeared and every grinding motion pressed my glans against her pussy. I had to reach lower with my right hand in order to keep my cock firmly against her, and moved my left back against her hip. From one motion to the next the head of my cock was now plunging in and out of her pussy, the warmth of herself surprising me. Gradually I was not being completely pulled out and soon she was lowering herself the entire way, embedding my cock all the was until her lips spread wide around the base of my eight inches. 

But I realized, as she was transforming her movements again into a more classical rhythm, that I was going to cum soon. Very soon. I opened my eyes and told her "I'm going to cum if you keep this up Jenny..." But she was too far gone to care. She was now squatting over me, both legs raised and standing on her feet to allow maximum penetration. One of her hands was on my belly and the other one was blurring away on her clit.

When she felt me tensing up she changed her strokes again, making them slower but heavier, harder. I could feel the table creaking and moving around with each of her downwards strikes. She was pounding herself down against me, slapping her ass and pussy as hard as she could. She had an eight inch rod buried into her and she was riding it for all she was worth. 

And it was wonderful. I came inside her, as deeply as I could. My whole body tensed up, my toes and eyelids sharing everything my cock felt. When she felt me filling her with my seed, she groaned, moaned, cried out and screamed and suddenly she too was climaxing. Her long raven hair, heavy with oil and sweat, were whipping and snapping wetly on her back and all around her face. She was absolute, flawlessly beautiful. 

Her rhythm then completely broke down and in seconds she was transformed from a impaled Goddess of fertility to a trashing orgasm all over me. Jenny kept moaning loudly as she writhed and shivered against me, all the while her spasms kept my climax going for longer than I had hoped. I could feel the mix of my cum and her juices pooling between out crotches and dripping down on the towel.

Slowly, gently, Jenny straightened over me and laid her head against my neck. My cock was still as deeply inside her as it could in its diminishing state, and her legs were splayed open around mine. One of my hands was still firmly anchored on her ass while the other was moving up and down her back, caressing her skin and fooling around with her hair. We both, of course, felt asleep on the table a mess of sweat, oil and cum. Everything was as it should be...

  ***

I did, just to make things clear, fuck those tits of her a few hours later. And even after having experienced the lusciousness of Nella and Justine's large and ripe breasts, fucking Jenny's tits as she was eagerly looking up to me was also great. She turned out to be a cum whore, wanting me to spill my cum into her mouth most of the time. Hey! The world is good place sometimes. What's next in this funny String of Luck? A sculptor, a long time friend of Nella's, that wants to take me for model. Why not? Especially if she wants to make an erotic piece... So, once more for the benefit of a woman, I'm going to lie back naked on a table. Oh well, I guess there are worse things in life... :-) See you soon!



String of Luck Ch. 04



Here we go again for the fourth element of this String of Luck, a story that revolves around exchanges. One of Nella's oldest friend, Aria, has been in town for about a month now, living mostly with us. Having moved out of the province three years ago her friendship with Nella, even though it changed because of the distance, is still strong. In fact when my green-eyed, ever wonderful girlfriend received Aria's call and learned of her visit, she jumped up from the couch to make a little dance of joy. I was, you might have guessed, quite surprised to see her dancing in the living room. Jenny, poking her head out from her room, was just as dumbfounded as I was. 

In any case we learned that Aria would be coming to stay with us for two months or so. She would arrive a week hence. In exchange, the first one in this story, she's offered us her cottage in the mountains for the entire month of October. The weather should still be quite good and the autumnal colors should be in full bloom. Jenny, sitting beside me while waiting to learn why Nella had danced her weird little dance, was quite open about welcoming another roommate for a time. In fact, she was simply happy to have the opportunity to explore another person's body through massage. Some people are easy to please...

In the week before Aria arrived, Nella never stopped talking about her. She had mentioned her before, but now she was going into a full making-up-for-lost-time, bringing-my-new-boyfriend-up-to-date mode. The woman was a sculptor just like Nella, has been working professionally as one for the past eight years, and was apparently exceptionally good. There were a lot of other things I learned in those six days, but nothing as interesting as her sexual history. 

You see, Aria's sexual life began like most other young girls: she was interested in boys during high-school, flirted with most of them, allowed herself to be fondled by a handful of them and finally decided to go all the way with a guy she thought would be the man of her life. Things didn't turn out that way: three months later the guy was gone, chasing after another virgin. That particular episode was hard on Aria, but nothing out of the ordinary. 

Nonetheless, in her late teens she became increasingly interested in girls. That phase coincided, fortuitously, with her growing relationship with Nella. (Go figure!) A year after that first fateful night with her, Aria was an exceptionally happy bisexual. When the exclusive relationship with Nella faded and turned into a rich friendship, Aria explored many relationships both with men and women. 

Yet something changed once more in Aria after breaking up with her last girlfriend, one of her most serious relationships: she has no intention of ever looking for another man. Apparently her relationship with Judy, even though painful to sever, was nonetheless above anything she'd ever had with men. So most of the times, or so Nella says, Aria refers to herself as a lesbian. After telling me all this the night before Aria arrived, in our beds late at night, Nella whispered something else:

"I may need your help Will."

"What for?" 

"I don't want Aria to turn into a full lesbian... I don't want her to loose the freedom that bisexuality brings. The last two men in her life were quite ordinary and Aria said to me one time that in bed they were even less than ordinary. So, " she asked with a naughty smile, "do you want to help Aria for me?"

I was shocked by her request, even though I had seen it coming when she asked for my help. Although Nella and I shared Justine and Jenny quite a few times, she was asking me to seduce and fuck a girl I had never met, a girl who thought herself a lesbian... This was something completely different... Nella saw my hesitation. 

"Come on Will, you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't think that you'd both enjoy it..."

"Hmmm. You're sure she would?"

"Yes. And I have no doubt in my mind that you're going to enjoy it too..."

"What does she look like?"

"She's gorgeous."

"Of course, what else? She's your friend!"

Nella laughed out loud and I had to put a pillow to her face for Jenny was sleeping in the next room. This lead to a playful fight on the bed and as a matter of course it turned into an another intense sexual episode. Indeed, as I was beginning to realize, everything had a serious potential of turning into a sexual episode. Well, who was I to complain!

Aria arrived an hour late the following afternoon, carrying two huge bags of clothing and sculpting stuff. When I saw her opening the door, I froze for a moment or two. Seeing this, Nella laughed and poked me in the ribs. Aria had missed the incident but Nella had to tell her about it. So even though the introduction was quite embarrassing for me, it was clear that Aria was pleased by my reaction. 

As we were in the small room Nella sometimes uses as office when her shifting jobs requires it, I got ample opportunity to take a good look at our guest. She was, Nella had been quite right, jaw-dropping gorgeous. Her hair was light brown and slightly wavy, but that description doesn't go nearly far enough. She had a lion's mane: thick locks and tresses falling all around her head, flowing all the way down to the small of her back and covering her entire back as if with a cloak. She was a wet-dream for hair fetishists. 

Yet were it not for that remarkable head of hair, the rest of her figure was eerily similar to Nella's: her breasts were full and large, perhaps even larger than Nella's, and were apparently very firm despite their size; her waist was notably larger than the fabled "24", but as her hips flared smoothly and generously, the effect was just as remarkable as with Nella. In fact, the effect was strikingly alike and I took a private yet intense pleasure at comparing their bodies. In any case they were busying themselves with Aria's stuff and trying to make up for the entire year since they last saw each other. I had a one of a kind opportunity to ogle, gawk and drool... (well, perhaps not *that* much)

Nella had a pair of short shorts (I know it sounds like a pleonasm, but some shorts do warrant this repetition: these ones did) with a loose, white tank top. And I have to specify that she had chosen, this morning, a miracle miracle bra (you get the idea...). Aria had completely different look: she looked like a circus performer on a holiday: the summer dress she had chosen was seemingly made out of a hundred of patches, artistically arranged to create a stunning result. It was clear that it had been made for her: it hung to her breasts, waist, hips, buttocks and thighs like second skin. The patches that covered her breasts were bright red and strips of yellow fabric were slipped beneath and between her breasts, adding even more highlights than they provided by themselves. Those strips snaked down all over the dress, going above or under other strips or patches. It was an amazing dress for an amazingly magnificent woman. Her blue eyes and generous lips were warm and open, her manner open and confident. She was, all in all, a remarkable person.

At one point, perhaps noticing my blatant staring, Aria smiled at me. 

"Yes, we know that we look alike..."

"We've been teased about it, " Nella added, "since we began going out together. 'Lesbianism to the extreme!' our friends would joke. They said that not only were we interested in other women, but each in another woman who also looked a lot like we did."

Aria and Nella laughed at this memory and I was happy to learn that both women were at ease regarding this subject. In fact we even talked about it during dinner, Jenny even more curious than I was. Of course, she had just begun the exploration that the two women have been carrying out for more than ten years. We spent most of the evening around the pool, as another heat wave was hitting the city. 

The following seven or eight days were quite uneventful: even though Aria is always dressed sexily, I've not yet managed to see her naked. We're getting to know each other, though, and I'm beginning to enjoy her presence a lot. Yet although she looks like Nella physically, her personality is strikingly different: while Nella is easygoing, relaxed with a sharp sense of humor, Aria always seems to be in a hurry and appears to have a peculiar sense of humor. I never know what's going to make her laugh or, in fact, what's going to shock her. 

So even though I was burning to see her naked, and a lot more, I was more careful than I had been with Jenny. Aria was apparently quite opened sexually, but only with people she absolutely trusted. As we had met only a week ago, I was still far from being her confident. Things started to change when, during dinner one night, she asked me a favor. 

"Will, I have a big favor to ask of you. As Nella has probably told you I sculpt for a living and one of my plan while being in town was to make a big piece in clay. I've located a studio where I could work, but as of yet I'm missing a model. A male model."

"No problems, I'd be happy to—"

"Wait a second, you have to know that it's going to be a nude piece. Still in?" she asked, apparently uneasy.

"Yes, that's not a problem at all."

In fact I was bubbling with joy inside. A way to get intimate with her, even though I'll only be modeling, immobile. Nothing like the perfect opportunity I had with Jenny, but still quite good. 

The following day we both went to her studio and during the bus ride she talked about what she had in mind. It seemed quite simple a pose, but I'm no artist so I can't judge: all I'll have to do was recline on cushioned table and enjoy the music she had brought with her. The table, she told me, would be replaced by something else once the piece was finished. She wouldn't say what. 

An hour into the "work" I was beginning to realize that resting perfectly still was harder than it sounded. I wasn't even fully nude for the first session: Aria had been very clear on that: she would not impose nudity on me until she absolutely needed it. Even when I told her that I didn't mind, she hadn't changed her mind. So here I was, lounging on a comfortable table, enjoying the music and the view. 

It was clear, even minutes after she had begun working on the large piece of clay, that Aria was completely focused on her work. She only talked to herself while she worked and even though she kept looking at me, she was more interested in my silhouette than "me". So what was I to do: I had an empty room to look at or a beautiful women dressed in tight, thin clothes... I spent the first afternoon looking at her while she looked at me, for very different reasons. I felt my cock beginning to harden a few times but when that happened, I took breaks and looked at the highly stimulating plaster walls. 

Around six o'clock Aria took a deep breath and stood up. By then she had a general shape clearly cut out and even so soon it was obvious that she was an artist. On the way out just before closing the door, she asked me if I had enjoyed the afternoon. When I looked at her, she had a mischievous smile on her face. It was clear that she had seen me staring at her. I decided to play it safe, but not too much. 

"Yes, it was really great to watch you work. You're really good at this, If I can humbly say so. I did enjoyed my afternoon."

She laughed a bit, evidently understanding what I really meant. "I'm sure you did. Ready for the same thing tomorrow?"

"Yes. In fact I hope it'll be hotter so that I'll be even more comfortable without my clothes..." Would she catch this second message?

"Hmmm." she looked at me, a brief slantwise glance. "Don't you think that it's already hot enough?"

"It is, but if the day is even hotter than today, I'll be more at ease nude."

I'm wasn't sure if she had understood my veiled request, but at least everything had remained quite proper. I had no intention of rushing things with her. We talked about innocent but interesting things on the way back home and were then welcomed by a fully ready meal. Nella and Jenny and prepared a scrumptious table for the four of us. After dinner, Jenny had to leave and I walked with her until we reached the grocery: we would need more wine tonight... Jenny blessed me with a wet kiss before she continued on her way and told me she was eager for our next private massage session. As she was still in my arm, I squeezed my half-hard cock against her belly and she smiled. As she walked away I shamelessly stared at her ass: it was just as sexy as it was the first time I had seen it. 

After walking back to the apartment I came in from the back, convinced that the women would be around the pool. They were not, so I climbed the spiral stair case and very nearly opened the door that led directly to the living room. Just as I was about to open it, I heard Aria and Nella giggling like schoolgirls. I decided, judiciously, to sit down silently and listen. I enjoyed spying nearly as much as I enjoyed looking at women's bras. (Oh, by the way, I did look into Aria's bag for her bras while both of them were away. She's a proud double-D. She has a few Ds but most of her bras are DDs, while Nella has mostly Ds with a few DDs. But what do slight differences like these matter anyway? On the other hand, what would I give in order for Nella to have Aria's breasts? — Argh! Aren't I an awful, greedy little man!)

Sitting down just below the opened window, I listened in and was suddenly very glad that I did. they were talking about Aria's lesbianism. Nella asked her the obvious question:

"Why? Why would you sacrifice guys?"

"I don't really see it that way Nelly. I really don't feel like I'm loosing anything at all..."

"No? What about cocks? What about the feeling of having a nice big cock deep inside you, hammering away at your orgasm?"

"Ah Ah!" Aria laughed. "You'll never change will you Nelly?"

"No, of course not. My sexual life since I met Will is better than ever... I would never sacrifice his love, lust and his cock!"

"Wow, I'm surprised. He seems like a really good guy, but after having two bad relationships with guys... Well, let's say that it's hard for me to imagine being pleased by a man in bed. Yet coming from you, such a comment is quite impressive? Does he know how good he is?"

"I think he has an idea, but I'm not planning to tell him anytime soon... I'm sure he can come up with more tricks if he feels he has too!"

Aria laughed again. "You're terrible Nella..." After laughing she paused. "You think I should give men another chance?"

"I don't know Aria, but I would keep my options opened if I were you. Meeting Will has made my entire year fantastic and it's not even over yet... If only he could try to stop listening into other people's conversations!!!"

Damn! Somehow she had heard me! In less than two seconds she was up and laughing, reaching for the door. I barely had time to get up before I was caught. Both girls threw cushions and pillows at me, even though I was holding two bottles of wine. When I put the down and grabbed Nella by her waist, she shrieked but could do nothing to prevent me from throwing her on the couch. At the same moment, Aria jumped up on my back and tried to hold my arms down. Teasing and theatrically arrogant, I said: "I think lesbianism has made you forget how strong a man can be..." Still lying on the couch Nella began to laugh out loud at my jest and soon after, sure that I was joking, Aria did too. But when she did I slipped my arms lower and slipped them behind me. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her higher on my back. 

When she screamed, afraid that I'd drop her, I reached for her arm and twisted her around my shoulders. After holding her for a few seconds I dropped her over Nella's lap. Both of them were laughing too hard to put up a real fight, but when I jumped towards Nella she caught my arm and tripped me with her left feet. I fell halfway on the couch and halfway on Aria. Both girl then jumped on me, pinning me down. Nella leaned down and began kissing me while Aria protested: "Hey! We're supposed to be punishing him!" she laughed. "Is he ticklish?" 

Sadly I was. My eyes snapped opened when she began searching for weak spots. Soon both her hands were underneath my shirt and climbing up and down my sides. By the time I freed myself from Nella I was laughing hard, seconds away from loosing control. But when my left forearm pinned both Aria's hands on my belly, we stopped to take our breath and relax. 

A few minutes later, the laughter gradually stopping, I got up and pulled my tee-shirt off. Nella did the same, revealing a nice green bra. It was definitely too hot and after our pillow fight we were all sweating. Aria hesitated a second or two but finally she removed her own top to reveal the tantalizing white bra I had tried to see all day long. 

"Can we bring the wine down to the pool?" she asked. 

"Sure. great idea."

As both girls walked into Nella's room to change, I was cursing my bad luck. Seeing Aria and Nella in bikinis is definitely nice. Yet bras have a completely different... I don't know, aura? Seeing a girl in a bikini top and seeing her wearing a bra is not the same thing. The evening turned out great anyway and as it was a Friday night, we remained in the pool a lot longer than usual. I was hoping for a proper midnight bath, but nothing happened. Oh well; can't have everything!

After that, things started coming together a bit faster. When we woke up Saturday morning, Aria was still asleep and Jenny hadn't come back from wherever she had spent the night. After breaking our fast alone, Nella and I moved to the living room to enjoy the morning's coolness while we could. She was working on a small sculpture she had begun with Aria last week. I, on the other hand, was watching her work while listening to some folk music I had borrowed from a friend. I chortled when I realized that I was mirroring yesterday's afternoon, this time with Nella. 

Intrigued, Nella looked up and I explained the situation. When I finished, she asked me if I had any plans to seduce Aria. I then remembered that she had *asked* me to do it. 

"No, nothing came up. I'm not sure I'll be able to..."

"I have one for you then. Well, for us..." She grinned. "My guess is that Aria's going to sleep late this morning unless she's disturbed... Feel like disturbing her?"

"What? You want me to slip into her bed?"

"No! Of course not! What if we made some noises that would wake her up?"

When I realized what sorts of noises she was talking about, I smiled and invited her to come and sit with me. But she took my hand instead and guided me to the other sofa. Nella whispered: "If she wakes up and decides to look at us, she'll have a better view from there. I'm sure that as soon as she'll see your cock she's going to want to try it out..."

Try it out? Was I a toy for those women? I hoped I was! After pulling my boxers down I sat on the couch and enjoyed the sight of Nella's little striptease. I say "little" because all she had on was a pair of panties and a tank top. In any case it was all my cock needed to get as hard as it could. Nella then knelt down between my legs and wrapped her hands around my shaft. She looked up at me, naughtiness written clearly in her eyes. But then she stopped and straightened back up. "If you're facing this way Aria won't be able to look. Wait a sec."

When Nella came back she had our black blindfold, the ones we use during sex or to sleep during the day, and she proceeded to wrap it up tightly. When both her hands and then her mouth enveloped my cock, my eyes closed anyway and I enjoyed Nella's talent. Nothing like Jenny's technical prowess but just as effective in sending my senses into overdrive. My eyes were shut and the music, so close to the speakers, prevented my from hearing anything at all. Yet I felt like I was in sensory overload already. 




String of Luck Ch. 04



Nella's favorite (and mine as well) trick involved twists. Making sure that her fingers were wet with saliva or her own juices, she closed her index finger and thumb around my cock's crown. Her lips moving from above and those fingers from below, she turned her head from side to side while making her hand move in the opposite direction. Even though she moved her head and hand up and down, she seemed to prefer having her finger wrapped up around the base of my glans. Her other hand was lower, holding the skin of my cock cleanly down. As her index finger moved back and forth from the smooth shaft to the bulging line of the glans, unique sensations flowed down my cock and everywhere inside my body. 

Her wet lips and tongue, usually moving up and down in sync with her finger, added even to the sensations. The combination of this twisting and up and down motions were normally a finish-the-boyfriend-off move. For some reason I couldn't understand, this morning she was beginning with this. And didn't seem to want to stop. I began moaning under her tongue and fingers, first silently and then with more feeling. We did have to bring Aria out of her room...

After who knew how many minutes Nella pulled her mouth away while keeping both her hands pumping up and down on my shaft. Then for a few seconds she moved her right hand to my left leg and squeezed my thigh three times. Aria was watching us. My heartbeat increased even further and somehow, knowing that another woman was looking at us, the feelings intensified even further. By now I knew that Nella's goal was twofold: to give me pleasure but she also wanted to give her friend a show. 

Soon my entire cock was covered in her saliva and some of my precum and she was giving me a hell of a handjob. At one point she moved one of her hands away to put it on my thigh again, then the other one left my cock just as her mouth returned to engulf my glans. The feeling of Nella's mouth free on my cock was still as good as it was the first time she blew me. Soon afterwards her hands returned, warmer than before: had she been playing with herself? Was she *that* excited to have her friend looking over? Normally she would give me the best blow-job possible and then let *me* give her pleasure in return. Nella didn't believe in doing two things at the same time: why spoil both of them? Except, that is, for when we sixty-nine. But that's another story. 

For now she was doing a wonderful job on my cock. Instead of resuming her twisting, she took me deep in her throat, as deep as I would go. Probably spurred on by this morning's voyeur, she took me a bit deeper than I'm used to. Enjoying the special, I reached forward and wrapped my hands in her hair to guide her movements. 

And then my heart skipped a beat. (Yeah, I know you guys saw it coming. But *you* were not receiving a blow-job with your eyes blindfolded.) It was not Nella kneeling between my knees, sucking the devil out of my cock. Nor was it Jenny, nor even Justine: it was Aria. Then again, while their hair are different, they'd probably feel the same so close to their head. But just as I was about to move them lower, Nella —or was it Aria?— grabbed my hands with hers and pushed them back on the couch. 

My heart and mind were running at full speed, trying to make sense of the situation. If Aria was between my legs, shouldn't I be feeling her hairs flowing against my thighs? Would Aria dare do such a thing in the first place? She looked quite tame and docile these days, but Nella told me that she was a wild one in her early twenties. Could she have dared? 

I felt her tongue (somehow it feels safer this way: her instead of a name...) sliding up and down my shaft, licking me playfully. This *could* be Nella's doing. It could also be most of the other women on this planet... When she felt my arms relaxing she let them go and moved them back to my thighs. Once more (I realized that this was indeed the second time) she pulled her hands away and moved her mouth back to my cock. 

As soon as she did I moved my hands back on her head. It felt quite the same, but this time I wasn't so sure that it was Aria, wasn't so sure that the top of their heads were so different. Nella could simply have taken a slight pause to shift the position on the floor. But twice? When I moved my hands lower I felt the slight curl in her hair and felt them ending below her shoulder. Right now it was Nella around my cock. Reaching lower I grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Kneeling above my lap she reached down and guided my wet and hard cock against her pussy. 

Two seconds later I was hilt deep inside her and she was fucking me for all she was worth, moaning out loud. Suddenly she removed my blindfold and I saw the glory that was my girlfriend riding my cock, her breasts heaving up and down against my chest. Behind, Aria was nowhere to be seen. Between moans Nella whispered: "She came to look, Ugh, while I was sucking you... Hmm!! She left just after you pulled me up. Argh! Ahhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me harder"

What she meant, for she was the one fucking me, was that she wanted me to pull her down against me. I did. Her ass and thighs began slapping against my own and my belly. Awake or not, Aria was sure to hear those slaps. Flesh against flesh, flesh into flesh. Nell was driving my entire body crazy, pushing me into overload once more. Then, looking at me through squinted eyes, she whispered: 

"Did it work?"

"What?"

"Did I make you believe that Aria came and sucked you most of the way to your climax?"

I was unable to answer. Was she telling the truth? Had she changed her habits and had she taken me deeper into her mouth to make me believe that Aria was doing it? Or was she simply trying to hide the fact that Aria had indeed been sucking my cock? I was in no position to think clearly and her little game, her teasing, was making things even hotter. Pulling her up from my cock I pushed her back until she stood up. After following her I turned her around and bent her forward until she placed her hands on the table. Looking at her generously sensual ass, I placed my hands on her hips in an age-old favorite of mine. 

Slapping her asscheeks with my cock a few times, I told her what a dirty little tease she was. My slapping then focused on her crack, then asshole. She moaned differently when I began slapping there, but I knew that this was one of the worst position to assfuck someone of the first time. Soon though. Very soon now. So instead of driving my shaft all the way up her asshole I aimed lower and spread her pussy lips once more. When I impaled her again, much deeper this time than on the couch, we both cried out in pleasure. I then proceeded, like the good boyfriend that I am, to fuck her thoroughly. 

This times the slaps were probably loud enough to be heard from the next apartment. We tried to keep our moans as low as possible, but nothing could be done for those slapping sounds. They were extremely stimulating in any case, an advantage of considerably endowed women. Nella had hips I could grab and an ass I could pound into as hard as I wanted. And I was doing it to the best of my abilities. 

Soon our moans rose in pitch and I could feel that she was near. Her pussy suddenly felt even wetter and warmer and it was twitching around my cock. Changing my angle slightly I felt the familiar glow of sensations in my cock and then the point of no return and then the first jet of sperm. I opened my mouth and threw back my head but didn't scream. When images of Aria replacing Nella arose in my head, the sensations changed and became even stronger. But by now I was quite aware of the role imagination played in orgasms. 

We rode it until the four of us were spent (just to be clear: me, Nella and ours orgasms...), then crashed back onto the couch. A warm summer day being what it is, we were both covered in sweat. It was really awkward to put on our swimsuits being so sweaty, but we had to do it. Less than a minute later and we were relaxing in the pool with a few other people, trying to act normal. But we had just fucked and lived through an intense orgasm. And I had been, possibly, sucked by the wonderful woman still pretending to sleep upstairs. It was hard to appear calm!

      ***

Wow. Aria had spent little more than a week at our place, but things were already beginning to fuse and mix. With Jenny things had been quite straightforward: beauty, nudity, teasing, hand-job, and then sex. Before Aria arrived I was hoping for something similar. Not the case. But somehow I really liked how events were unfolding. Something sexual was beginning to coalesce, that was clear. Where will this beginning lead us all in the next episode? As always, stay tuned! (And also as always, I really enjoy getting emails!)



String of Luck Ch. 05



Well well, I wasn't sure if I had to label this story the fifth part or the fourth part's second chapter. Or perhaps the second episode of the fourth chapter. Or yet again the next to last episode of the entire String of Luck? As it is it stands, simply, as the fifth part. I'll introduce Nella again, if ever this were the strange case that you've not read the previous parts. Nella is my remarkable girlfriend, a bright and sunny woman with green eyes and a heart-skipping smile. She's also, using current terminology, a fully-featured woman. She has large breasts, flaring hips and an ass that just needs to be slapped hard while fucking. She's called herself fat in the past, but now she's trimmed down to just wonderfully feminine.

The same could be said about Aria, her oldest friend. ...except that she has blue eyes and a smile that, although quite nice, is not nearly so stunning as Nella's. I'm not sure, either, that she has been fat in the past. She also has waist-long hair while Nella's barely reach her shoulders.... Err... Oh, who am I kidding: Aria has the same freaking figure: big boobs and a nicely rounded backside. There, I said it. 

Anyway, let's get back to business. The business of modeling in fact. In the last chapter (or part; whatever...), Aria, an established sculptor, asked me to model for her. A nude piece. Innocent and overconfident because of this strange String of Luck, I had believed that it would be the perfect opportunity to become more than just friends with Aria. Not so. In fact even though she's opened about her peculiar sexual orientation history, she's conversely quite closed about nudity and sex with people she doesn't absolutely trust. She even forced me to keep my boxers for the first part of her work. A nude work...

Here we were now, two days after a strange incident this past Saturday morning (for those not in the know: please read the official part 4, sheesh!), scheduled for another day at the studio. Today she would further her work on my entire body and perhaps begin the nude part. As she got out of her room after breakfast, a bell rang in my head. I tried not to show (or make her hear it???) it, but it seemed like she had caught my veiled request after the first modeling session. 

When I accepted her request, a favor she had said, she was really pleased and often told me how glad she was that I'd be doing it. For one thing, a real model would cost a lot of money. And, she also added, she would be a lot more comfortable with Nella's boyfriend posing nude for her than say, a perfect stranger doing the same. Knowing that she felt like she owed me something back, I made a request. A veiled one, but still. You see, I had spent the entire afternoon looking at her while she looked at me for her work. She was really, really beautiful, and this opportunity for me to look at her was repayment enough. 

Still, a man can dream. I asked her indirectly if she could choose to wear something more revealing while she worked. Apparently she could. This morning she had on a pair of shorts (the regular type, not the pleonastic ones) and a very loose tank top over her bikini top. I had seen her wearing bikini before, but not while having the chance to stare at her for hours on end! So for the entire morning I was graciously allowed to do so. It was pure pleasure: round curves, generous curves, down from her thighs all the way to her shoulders. At one point she even undid her ponytail, probably knowing from Nella that I had a small fetish for long hair. 

We got out of the studio to lunch at a nearby restaurant, taking a small break. Once again we had a great time together, both happy to have met. Our lives were drastically different, but through Nella we were able to discover each other. We even talked a bit about her bi-sexualism turned lesbianism when the noon crowd around us returned to work. She wasn't completely against men, but she would never actively pursue another man for a romantic relationship. "Of course," she said, "if the entire universe connived to make me live with a man again..." We laughed at that, looking around as if to catch the universe in the act!

Soon after that we returned to the studio. This time, in addition to undoing her ponytail for me again, she removed her tank top as well, pleading that she was too hot. It *wasn't* to hot and we both knew it. She gave me another indirect glance, implicitly acknowledging my request. The rest of the after noon flew by without me noticing it: the sight of her breasts, openly displayed for me in her tiny bikini, was more than enough to captivate me. When she got up at around four I was startled out of my reverie and had to shake my head to properly wake up. She laughed when she saw it and, after putting her top back on, walked up to me and hugged me. "Thanks." she simply said. I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I was glad anyway. 

"Now I'll need you to remove your boxers for about half an hour. I won't finish everything today but I need to make the general features so that I can more easily make up my mind about the final version. Ready?"

"Sure. As I told you before I don't mind being nude so don't hesitate to ask if you need."

"OK." she smiled and walked back to her table. 

So for the next forty-five minutes I laid back nude in front of this gorgeous woman. I was thankful that she had put her top back on, as I was unsure of how she'd react if I developed a hard-on. I didn't spend those minutes staring at her, but I did sneak a few long glances. She was working standing up and the view was completely different. But I had to keep myself in control of things could get embarrassing. 

Everything went well and half-an-hour of bus later we were back home. This time we prepared dinner with Nella and Jenny. Our private masso-therapist spent last night at a friend's house, not in a new boyfriend's bed. Of course Nella and I teased her, and even Aria joined in while we ate. When Jenny said, at around eight o'clock, that she was going at her friend's place again tonight, we all laughed and wished her a very good night...

So once again the three of us spent an evening together. We talked about a lot of things, some personal some not at all, having a great time drinking great wine. Late, Nella asked how the modeling day was. She had asked how things had gone earlier, but this time I knew what she really wanted to learn. 

"I don't know, I just laid there, naked. I was OK for me, but you should ask Aria."

"Well, nothing special I guess: he *did* just lay there naked!"

We all laughed, but Nella wasn't finished. "Oh come on Aria, I've seen him naked before and he doesn't merely lay there when he's naked. Don't tell me you didn't feel *something* while looking at him."

Once more we laughed, nervousness, late night and alcohol all mixing together. There was a slight, awkward pause, but then we all seemed to remember that Nella and I were both very opened about sex. 

"Come on yourself Nella Delonghi!" Aria laughed. "How dare you ask me a question like this in front of him!... OK, OK, he *is* good looking, and if he's as good in bed as you say he is, you're a very lucky woman."

Laughter filled the living room again. I was really beginning to like this conversation, but I had to make things clear. "Nothing happened Nella. "

"I know nothing happened, Aria is much too shy to do anything about it in any case!"

That earned her a punch on the shoulder from her friend. "I'm not too shy!" Aria was still smiling, barely believing the candidness of her friend. 

"Oh yeah?" Nella replied, a grin forming on her face. "Have you told him what you really have in mind for your sculpture?"

Aria suddenly turned bright red. "Please don't say it. I'll tell him myself the day after tomorrow. "

A slight pause, which Nella broke. "OK then. But what are you giving him back for the favor? You know: two months here in exchange for one month at your cottage... He's saving you a lot of trouble and some money; what are you giving him back?"

"Well, we've managed to arrange—"

"A midnight bath." Nella said, cutting Aria off. 

Somehow, judging by Aria's frozen reaction, midnight baths were probably a subject that had a tale attached to it. Despite all that Nella told me about her friend, I had no idea what it was. But a few seconds later a smile formed slowly on Aria's face and she simply nodded. It was clear that she was hesitant and probably had wanted to say no. But for some unfathomable reason she had accepted. 

She had accepted? What!?! I was going to see her fully nude in the next few minutes? It's strange how things so obvious can sometimes hit you with such a lag! (Another contemporary terminology usage, by the way.) I've been dreaming about this moment for the past ten days, and it took me a minute to fully register that it was happening. So we went to our rooms to put on our swimsuits and silently walked down the stairs. The pool and visible neighborhood was, thankfully, deserted. It was, if truth be told, about two o'clock in the night. We climbed down in the pool gently as to waken nobody and in the darkness removed our bathing suits. 

As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, so did my appreciation of Aria's body. Now that she was here, naked, she didn't seem shy at all. In fact, she kept her breasts out of the water most of the time. I dared something, the wine helping. 

"Would you allow me to stare at them for a while?"

"Sure, go ahead. You've been staring at them for the entire day... I can't believe you're still interested..."

"Stop it with that false modesty Aria, " said Nella from across the pool, "I've been staring at them for twelve years and I still can't get enough..."

While both women laughed I was having the biggest hard-on of my... of the... —of the day, at least. Her breasts were fascinating. Slightly bigger than Nella's, they nonetheless had a very similar outline: full and blooming, still quite a few years away from exhaustion against gravity. I knew that Nella slept with a specially made sports bra in order to keep her breasts from sagging. It was working wonderfully and it was obvious that Aria was also doing something similar. 

Her nipples were noticeable in the poor light, so they would not be as pale as Nella's. As I insolently looked from one pair to the other, I could see that they did look a lot like one another. In fact, Nella's — Nella had suddenly decided that she'd had enough of my staring and had jumped on me from behind! Argh! As we fought in the water, I took every opportunity to touch her lewdly. Ass, pussy and breasts. I felt like a perverted uncle fondling his niece. But this time the niece was laughing in pleasure as she was trying to pull away. 

Looking over her shoulder, she asked Aria why she wasn't helping her this time! I heard Aria sigh loudly even through the sounds of the splashing water. "Damn it Nella, you're impossible!" and then she lunged towards me, pushing me under. And then I spent the best ten minutes I could have dreamed about. At first I was very cautious with Aria, being very careful not to let my hands slip up or down to inappropriate places. But it soon became clear that I was loosing this second fight with the women and I had no intention of repeating last time's performance. 

So I concentrated my efforts on Nella and kept pushing Aria back by her belly, shoulders or back. It wasn't working very well at all. Then something happened that changed the nature of this fight. I had a hard-on that was kept keen by the water-fight. After Nella had taken numerous opportunities at grabbing it, Aria, of course, hadn't. Well, she did now. 

When I felt her hand closing on my shaft, definitely no accident, I looked up in surprise and saw that she was laughing hard. Just as I was about to lunge to catch her, Nella once more caught me from behind. Then Aria came back closer to grab my left arm. The women were trying to immobilize me. Hmm. Not a chance! Aria had my arm by the elbow and was apparently sure I wouldn't do the obvious thing to get free. Oh but I did. I straightened my arm, pushing my forearm right against both her breasts. She giggled in surprise and let me go. 

Then I turned towards Nella, twisted around her and managed to hold her back against my chest: if Aria wanted to reach me, she'd have to go through Nella. It didn't seem to bother her. Instead, she walked towards us, leaned fully against Nella's body and wrapped her arms around us both to tickle me under the arms. Right below my face were four succulent breasts being mashed together. What was I to do? I stared numbly. I also got kicked out of that numbness by Aria's fingers. 

As soon as I released Nella she moved down and to her left, leaving an empty space between me and Aria. Most probably her premeditated goal. Aria turned around and jumped away but I was close behind. I grabbed her below her armpits and this time I deliberately let my hands slip down. When I pulled her back against me, my hands were unmistakably holding both her breasts and my cock was rubbing against her ass. Her firm breasts. My hard cock. 

And then Nella did something that further changed the state of affairs, merely by doing what she's been doing all the time: she jumped on my back once more. This time though she placed her hands over mine, squashing Aria's breasts irremediably against my wide-opened palms, and pushing my cock directly between Aria's buttocks. Nella, laughing, began to speak: "So, Aria—" but she was cut off by her friend when she decided to bend her knees and so pull us all underwater. 

Of course we all separated, which was Aria's intention. When I broke the surface again, I wasn't prepared for what came next. I believed that things would stop, that Aria would get out of the pool because Nella had gone too far. Not so. (perhaps I should stop trying to think ahead... How many "not so"s have I written yet?) Instead, when I opened my eyes, I saw Aria jumping on me. In that instant, my assessment of her attitude about nudity and sex changed permanently. 

When I felt her warm breasts molding themselves against my chest, when her legs wrapped against my hips and when her pussy lodged itself directly on a cock that was well-established as hard; I decided that Aria was rediscovering her wilder side. Everything happened really fast after that. As we were falling back underwater, I slipped my hands to her ass and pulled her up and against me. When she felt the head of my cock slipping against her pussy lips, she pulled herself back and disentangled herself from me. 

Above water we kept playing and fooling around, but not as recklessly as before. She did let me enjoy her breasts a few more times, grinning at me when I did so, but I knew that I couldn't go any further tonight. I don't know what prompted her to jump on me like that. Perhaps fatigue, the midnight bath, alcohol or perhaps the curious intimacy that had grown during the day. Who knows?

When we stopped fighting, we realized that it was quite cold outside and we got back in. We saw that Jenny was sleeping in her room: change of plans? We smiled at each other before moving to our own rooms. Soon silence settled over the apartment but Nella wanted to talk. She was as intrigued about Aria's jump as I was, seeing how it didn't lead anywhere afterwards. "Perhaps she's just rediscovering things at her own speed..." 

But things sped up again when Nella moved down on my chest, trailing a line of wet kisses. Using her breasts, hands and mouth like a professional musician, she played with my cock until I was granted the relief I'd been craving all day. It didn't take long and Nella swallowed every drop I pumped out. She smiled at me before slipping back up and nestling her face against my shoulder. 

"I have an idea."

"Again?"

"Oh yes... Since we're on an exchange roll since Aria moved in, we must agree that she *did* see us fucking."

"Yes, but what can..."

"Want to see me fuck her?"

Is was speechless. (It's hellishly hard to render that in writing... Just imagine that I stopped writing for a few minutes. Thanks!) But Nella wasn't. 

"My guess is that she's dripping wet right now, as hot as you were before I sucked you off. But she was too shy to go all the way through with you. Give me five minutes and then walk to her door. I'll leave it opened a bit so you'll see everything. Oh, I'll also tell her that you're already asleep. Good plan?"

Speechless again. (You know the drill...) Nella smiled at me, got up to the dresser and took something before leaving. I had a good idea what it was. Then I had to wait for five long minutes. As soon as the green number on the clock turned to seven I jumped up and followed Nella. Aria's door was indeed ajar. And moans, I could barely believe it, were already coming out of the room. 

I knelt down and peeked it, afraid of getting caught by Aria. But I soon realized that even if I walked in the room with a boom box she wouldn't see me. right now she was on her back with her legs opened wide and Nella had her belly pressed against Aria's pussy and her mouth locked on one of her nipples. Further up, Aria's head was trashing from side to side. I could see Nella contracting and releasing her abdomen against Aria's pussy, and I had reason to know that her lips and tongue could work wonders. 


Beside the bed, waiting, was big strap-on dildo. I had guessed right. It was clear, though, that Nella and Aria didn't need such devices to have fun. Nella had probably brought it to have a cock of some kind involved. Aria's moan pulled my attention back-up: "Suck my pussy..." A simple command; an obedient lover. Nella slipped down, spread Aria's legs open even further and dove right against her pussy. In the dim light I managed to get a glance of her pussy before Nella smothered it with her opened mouth, and a new similarity between the two of them became obvious: they had the same cross-shaped, nicely shaven pattern on their mounds. Nella had once told me that this was a reminder for her lovers: "This is my temple, worship me as you please..." Apparently Aria also liked to be worshipped! 

Her hands on Nella's head, Aria was guiding herself to an incredibly fast climax. Her legs were opening and closing around my girlfriend's head and in less than a minute Aria's entire body contracted, released and then twitched randomly while Nella kept on sucking and licking. When she arched her back in the midst of her orgasm, her breasts exploded like fireworks above her. The fullness of her double-Ds, capped with hard nipples and already covered in sweat. Trapped between her arms as Aria still guided Nella's head, her breasts were in full bloom, bulging upwards while heaving up and down with each of Aria's ragged breaths. 

Then her entire body went slack and soon after she pushed Nella back. My girlfriend, her entire lower face glistening with Aria's juices, was grinning like a demonness. "How long have you been waiting for this?" Aria didn't even bother to reply. Instead she sat up and pushed Nella on her bed. "No no Nella, face down. I know perfectly well what *you* need and my guess is that you haven't had it in a long while. 

The bottom of the bed was pointing roughly towards the door, so when Aria kneeled above Nella's thighs I peaked back inside. Further up Nella was indeed face down but her head was turned my way and she was looking directly into my eyes. I had no idea what Aria meant but apparently I was going to learn one of Nella's unspoken fantasies. 

Aria first laid down over Nella, smothering her dripping breasts over Nella's back. Then she began sliding downwards until her face reached Nella's buttocks. What followed was to remain engraved in my mind for decades. Nella has a wonderful body with a full, luscious, feminine ass. On the other hand Aria is a gorgeous woman, she has an delightfully beautiful face and hairs that never seem to end. So when she moved downwards again, trailing kisses between Nella's cheeks, my heart skipped quite a few beats: her nose, mouth and chin disappeared behind and between my girlfriend's asscheeks and thighs. Aria was reaming my girlfriend as if her life depended on it. 




String of Luck Ch. 05



The sight was simply overwhelming: she had both her hands on Nella's ass, rubbing and massaging them; her hair, her plentiful hair was flowing all over her back and Nella's thighs; I could see her cheeks pressed hard against Nella's ass, trying to burrow her mouth deeper. I was overawed. My hand moved automatically to my cock and began what must've been one of my shortest masturbation period of all time. My heart was still ticking like a mad clock and my brain wasn't doing a very good job of catching up on what was happening in front of me. It seemed like everything in my body was focused on the incredible show in front of me. 

I heard Nella moan, then Aria and then it took everything I had not to do so myself: I actually felt my balls spasm a second before I blew my load all over my belly and hand. I was trembling all over, my sole goal was not to make any sound. It seemed I succeeded as the exquisite sounds never stopped in Aria's room. I laid down on my back, trying to regain my breath and bearings as fast as possible. If Jenny happened to come out of her room right now, she would probably scream in surprise and then laugh her ass off. 

It didn't happen. A few minutes later I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I felt giddy with too much pleasure and naughty like an adolescent that hides from his parents to masturbate. On the other hand I knew that things were still going strong across the hall and after cleaning up I sneaked back to Aria's door. They were talking. "How does that feel Aria my love? You like it?" And of course, when I knelt down and looked in, Nella was lying between Aria's legs, her strap-on firmly attached and probably just as firmly planted in her friend's pussy. Her ass was pumping slowly, driving the dildo deeply while rubbing the clit-teaser against Aria's already stimulated bundle of nerves. 

Below, Aria was holding Nella by her waist and it was clear that she was once more buzzing with pleasure. After a while, Nella asked her question again. 

"You like having a cock inside you again?"

"Yes, damn it yes. Hmmm! I feels really good but that's because it's yours, first love."

"Hmmm, I'll take the compliment... But you know as well as I do that men can do so much more with their cocks than I can with this dildo. Why won't you let them?"

"Who?" Followed by a deep, feverish breath. "I've not met anyone with a cock I could actually love."

"Oh, I don't know about love, but I know that Will's dying to put *his* cock inside you."

"He doesn't—" Aria began but was cut off by a stronger push of the dildo. After her moan, Aria smiled. "Oh you little devil Nella..." another smile, deeper this time. "Please just fuck me."

And that's what she did, for the next half-hour or so. They tried many positions, as many as the dildo allowed and even a few that didn't work out great because there was no man attached to the long cock. I think Aria noticed me but either I was wrong or she didn't mind. Instead of leading to an incredible climax, their love spell rather settled down slowly, peacefully. Something, on the other hand, that wouldn't have been possible if a man *had* been attached to that cock. 

When I was getting up to leave, Nella surprised me by asking me to come in with a curled finger. Aria was asleep following the gentle wave of her last climax. Nella was sleeping on her side, curled around and partly over Aria. Silently, she indicated the place behind her. After I carefully positioned myself against Nella's back, ass and legs, I asked her how Aria will react in the morning. "Very well." was all she replied before falling asleep too. Watching them both for a while I laid my head down and joined them. 

"Very well", indeed: I woke up before both women and lay on my back, squeezed between the wall and Nella. This morning their positions were reversed: Aria was half-on, half-off Nella. I will be the first thing she sees when she opens her eyes. Also, she's still naked. Quite splendidly naked. I spent the better part of the last half-hour looking at her body and how it meshed nicely against Nella's. As you guys may have guessed already, I had a hard-on that was now beginning to be painful. That will probably be, of course, the second thing that Aria will see this morning. Eight thick inches of meat pulsing randomly on my belly. 

When Nella took a deep breath and stirred, still asleep, Aria woke up and opened her eyes. She was staring straight at me. Instead of moving back, trying to cover herself with a sheet or even widening her eyes in surprise, she smiled at me. She then placed her hand on my chest, still smiling lazily, and whispered: "I'm glad to see you here Will." Then her brain must've rang a bell: her peripheral vision had caught something. When her eyes flicked towards my cock her smiled changed and deepened.

"Is that a compliment for me Will?" she laughed softly, as to not awaken Nella.

"Damn right it is! The same as yesterday..." 

Aria's smile changed again, now quirking up as she began to ask: "You would have gone all the way isn't it?"

"Of course Aria. I like you a lot, you're incredibly beautiful and I'm sure that making love with you on the grass beside the pool would have been incredible." Her hand was still on my chest and I felt it quivering as I was speaking.

She took a deep breath and sighed. "You're a dangerous man Will."

With that she got up and wrapped a towel around herself. Not trying to hide her body too quickly, but not taking her time either. Just before she left her room to go the bathroom, she turned back and asked me: "Can you keep that up all day long?" She was, of course, talking about my erection. Before I could get up and ask her what she meant she was out of the room and in the shower. It wasn't until the middle of the afternoon that I understood what Aria meant about keeping my erection for the entire day...

We spent most of the day in the studio for what was supposed to be last day of modeling. I was naked, trying hard to control my cock as Nella and I hadn't made love before she had to leave. Behind her table, Aria was once more wearing her shorts and bikini top. After an hour or so, she stopped working and sat down. 

"Will, as you can see the only piece missing on this sculpture is your cock. Have you guessed why?"

I hadn't before. But when she asked me it suddenly clicked: "You want me to make an erotic piece of an erect man."

She simply smiled. "Can you do it?"

"Sure... But how long do you want me to keep it up?"

"I don't know... It could take a while."

"OK, I'll try my best."

We laughed at my last comment. I closed my eyes, letting my fantasies of fucking Aria silly run wild all over my mind. But after hours of fighting it, my cock refused to harden. All I got was a half-hard, longer but still-soft cock. I then chose a bolder strategy: without asking I began staring at her breasts once more. I could feel my blood beginning to rouse and fill my cock, but Aria couldn't. She must have thought that it wasn't working because all of a sudden her hands, dripping with water, suddenly appeared on her breasts. 

She began to squeeze them through the bikini, making their bulk rise up, creating a cleavage that would make even the silicon freaks jealous. As she was playing with them for my benefit, she was smiling, even giggling at seeing my cock hardening. Letting any trace of shyness or hesitation disappear, she began to massage, caress, fondle, maul and pinch her breasts and nipples for long minutes. Her bikini top was still in place but the pieces of material had narrowed as a result of her handy work: the type of top that can be moved all the was to her sides if she wishes.

"There you go," she said, grinning. 

"Thanks for the help..." I was now rock hard.

"No problem. Just ask if you need help again..." her smiled was definitely wicked now. 

And this sparked a simple idea, a devilishly simple idea: I will fight my hard-on again and make her make even bolder acts. It was a good idea, but hard to do: her breasts were unmistakably on display, the curves of each of their sides bared, and the wet spandex outlined her hard nipples. So when Aria wasn't looking at me I stopped looking at her breasts and tried to think about eating rotting food, bathing in sewer water or remembering the last time my toilet had a bad backflow. 

It was working, barely. A few minutes later when she looked up at my cock she saw that it was significantly softer. Still hard, but thankfully not enough for what she had in mind. 

"Should I take this as an insult then?" she asked with a smile. 

"Aria, you're gorgeous and that little show was more than I needed... But you have to remember that I live with Nella; I'm not precisely in need!"

She laughed. "You're right. I don't know why I didn't think that asking you to have an erection for so long would be trouble..." A sigh. "Perhaps it was because the last man in my life was obsessed with his own cock and always wanted sex... Don't get me wrong: I love having sex just as much as Nella. But with him, I had the feeling that all he was doing was masturbating in my pussy. — Argh! Sorry to bother you with this... What else can I do to help you?"

I paused a few seconds to see how she was doing, but her smile seemed genuine enough. Perhaps she was really over this guy. In any case I didn't even have to answer; seconds later she began taking her top off and making a show of it. Once again I was graced with the sight of Aria playing with her own breasts. to help with my fading erection, Aria gradually brought her nipples into view, magnificent and proudly erect themselves. As her hands were still wet, they had to be for her to work, her breasts and nipples were gleaming. Twice she brought one of them to her mouth and it was clear that she was enjoying this as much as I was. 

When she let her second breast fall back down to her chest, she shook both of them from side to side, laughing at herself for this ludicrous move. Ludicrous, ridiculous or silly, call it what you will, it was still wonderful to watch. And once more my cock was rock hard. 

I was graced with a couple more of these shows, each more revealing than the last. Now, twenty minutes later, Aria was standing naked behind her table, but as the table was thin I was able to see both her pussy and her breasts most of the time. My sculpted cock was coming along quite nicely and Aria was now doing the details of my glans. It was clear that she was straining to see those very details on my cock. 

Up until now she had been working a few meters away from me to get the most of the outside light. There was a few very high windows but none of the were closer than those few meters. With a frustrated sigh she get hold of a lamp, brought it beside me and carefully position the light. Then she pulled her table right against mine. It was the logical move, the best option she had in order to correctly copy the details she wanted. 

It was also a lot more than that: she was so close that I could feel her hair glancing against my leg, we were both naked and sweaty, it was hot and when she turned towards me I could feel her breath on my skin. I had no problems whatsoever in keeping my cock hard and I could see that Aria's skin was flushed and that she was breathing just a bit faster. "Could you... Hmm. Could you pull your foreskin back please?" She was visibly shy now, but I was convinced that she really wanted to do it herself. 

"Aria, " I said in a soft, tranquil voice, "I'm really comfortable with you. Do what you need to do to get the results you want..." It was subtle, but I knew she was quick. 

"OK." She giggled and placed her left hand on my thigh. "It's been so long since I've touched a cock..."

"Has it?"

She looked up at me quickly, then back down again. "Yes... OK now, it'll just take a few minutes..."

I was now convinced: Aria had sucked me off a few days ago while I was blindfolded. She was nervous now, and not only because of the awkward moment. She was afraid that I had puzzled it out. Then again, when she touched my cock I wondered if I was really reading her correctly. 

She could have taken my cock with her thumb and index fingertip to pull my foreskin down. Instead she wrapped her entire hand around my cock, holding it firmly. The feelings were wonderful. "Are you sure that you're as comfortable as you told me Will?" When I opened my eyes I saw that she was smiling. And then she moved her hand downward, in effect masturbating me. Only one stroke, but it was still good. 

She repeated this process a dozen times or so as my skin slowly moved back up when she released it. She had done in a few minutes what she would have done in twenty seconds had she really been masturbating me. My eyes were opening and closing along with the sensations, but I could see that she was now observing my cock without doing much work. At one point her movements became a bit faster, the time between those teasing half-pumps shorter. 

I don't know how long I stayed in that semi-trance state, with my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. But then I heard something that made my eyes shot wide open: Aria moaned. I hadn't fully realized it but she was now openly masturbating me and she had her other hand buried into her own pussy. A surge of pleasure overtook me and I was afraid that I was going to cum right there and then. 

I sat up and took her in my arms. Soon her own arms were wrapped around my back and my head was buried against her neck and into her hair. Her wonderful hair. I took a deep breath and reveled in the scent of this woman: sweet flesh, clean sweat and hair, echoes of soap and herbal shampoo. 

"Are you sure you want to do this Aria?"

"No, of course not. But if I don't I'm going to go nuts."

When she finished I felt like a running horse finally released from the gates. My cock was still pressed against her smooth belly and she was still holding her head against my shoulders, but my hands flew to her breasts and I cupped them and mauled them like a mad adolescent. As I was pushing harder against her firm and too generous flesh she kept holding on to me and began a low growl. 

"Do you want me to go softly Aria?" 

"I don't know... Do what you want to do but do it fast. I want you in me soon..."

I felt my hands were in a bonfire of joy; the deep heat of luxuriance with sparks of bright bliss showering all over me. Her breasts were a delight, an indulgence I barely managed to pause (because it *was* going to resume) before her need. My own voice was hoarse: "How do you want me to take—". She interrupted me by pushing me aside and bending over the table. Her breathing was out of control and her eyes were wild when she asked: "Is that good for you?"

I couldn't reply. I was still a running horse, fevered by the race I was allowed to run. She raised herself on her toes with her legs slightly spread. She was looking back at me and my cock through the thick mane of her hair one clear look on her face: eagerness. Naked eagerness. When my cock slapped against her crack and my hands seized her ass, I was mesmerized by the fact that she looked so much like Nella. The same generous buttocks, hips and thighs, the same opening between those thighs and asscheeks as if to let lucky men penetrate them deeper. It was stupefying. 

On the other hand, Aria's ass was nothing like Nella's: she hadn't been properly fucked by a man for years. This pussy hadn't seen a cock in so long that it was hard to believe. It was flawless, peeking out of from between her smooth legs like a precious jewel waiting to be plucked. I reached one of my hands down, sliding from her ass to the pussy I was about to unsettle. It turned out I didn't have to do it. "I've been more than wet enough for your for the past two hours Will. Just fuck me."

Three seconds later my biceps were bulging, trying hard to push more than eight inches inside her. Yet eight inches was all I had and it was all joyfully welcomed inside Aria. Her head hanging between her arms, Aria was laughing, moaning and crying at the same time. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." she kept repeating. So I did. Relentlessly. 

The sounds of our fucking was surprisingly similar to the sounds Nella and I usually make together. I had noticed that both women had similar ways of talking, used similar expressions. But hearing Aria talking much like Nella was a very intense experience. She was still on her toes, her legs perfectly straight, and she was pushing back against me with every strokes and drives, matching my rhythm. The sounds of her ass being slapped by my thighs was driving me crazy and I forced my body to give me all it could give. I wanted to fuck her silly, been wanting to do it since the first time I met her. My hands on her hips, my cock as deep inside her as it could go and my entire body driving itself as hard as a race horse, I was finally living that fantasy. 

We were slowly pushing the table against the wall in our frenzy. When that happened I made a small pause and pulled completely out of her. She turned her head in frustration, wanting to know what was the matter. Grabbing my cock by the base I slapped her pussy, ass and asshole a few times. I was surprised and pleased when I saw goose bumps all over her ass: Aria and Nella had some unsolved thing for anal sex, but this was not the time to explore it. 

Up until now I had been fucking *her*, pushing myself to my limits to satisfy *her* needs. Things needed a little sharing now. Pulling my foreskin completely back I aimed the head of my cock towards her pussy and pushed in more slowly. What I had missed earlier, thinking it a matter of the first penetration, was that Aria was incredibly tight. It was a really strange experience: here I was fucking this adult woman, a woman with a generous and fully-bloomed body, but her pussy felt as tight as a young girl. Just as tight as the senior high-school cheerleader I had fucked in the girls locker-room. Its as if I was fucking a pussy that was fresh and inexperienced, naturally tight, a pussy that fit my meat like a skin-tight glove. As you can guess, the feelings were completely different than a few seconds ago, and were absolutely divine...

But then something happened that shattered that barely-nubile image of a nymph-like but inexperienced cheerleader: Aria's pussy began to throb. The panting, sweating woman in front of me understood that the first frenzy was stopped or paused. She knew I was looking for something else and she was kindheartedly giving it to me. I don't know if "throb" is a good word for such movement: pulse, quiver, vibrate... I felt like I was penetrating a hot, wet tunnel that was designed with nothing but my pleasure in mind. As if I had the tactile heaven of a pussy with the complex dexterity of an experienced hand at the same time. The sensations alternated between an incredible tightening motion when I pushed in; a squeezing and pulling movement when I was fully in; and an inexplicable rolling and tugging sensation when I slowly pulled out. 

I could see Aria arching her hips and ass, clenching and releasing her buttocks, crossing one thigh in front of the other and back again... I could see that she was doing many subtle things and I could easily imagine the flawless control that this woman had over her pussy muscles, but yet... I was hard to understand the feelings she was bathing me into. Against this assault of cock-enrapturing glee all I could do was enjoy... and keep my index and thumb firmly wrapped around the base of my cock. I was fully conscious, if only conscious of that, that if I let my cock go I would cum in a second or two. 

I found that at least one thing was impossible to control: I began to speed up my penetrations. Soon, too soon we were fucking again; at first slowly but then with more and more passion. I felt her own motions and magic breaking down with the speed and soon her pussy was back to her normal state. The state of a rarely fucked high-school cheerleader. This is what happened to a grown woman's pussy when she chooses to avoid cocks for so many years... Wow!




String of Luck Ch. 05



When she felt me releasing my cock she raised one of her knees on the table and once more changed the entire gamut of sensations I was receiving. Less pressure, freer movements and even perhaps a little more depth. One hand on her hip the other on her raised thigh: I was fucking her again with all the strength that I had. And then it happened: despite my years of experience, despite the fact that I was carefully watching myself and especially despite the fact that I didn't want this fucking session to end, I came without warning. 

In fact, I shouted out loud first when my body tensed up. A little bit of frustration and a great deal of pleasure made for a peculiar shout. In response to this unexpected turn of event Aria lowered her leg back down and bent fully at the waist, laying her torso flat against the table. The new angle somehow heightened my climax and I could now drive straight thrusts into her. I don't know how many jets and spurts of cum I emptied into Aria, but it felt like it was never ending. 

But just as I was about to stop shooting cum into her womb, she pushed me back and ordered me to sit on the table. I complied but I could feel the my cock was slowly loosing strength. "You're not going to loose that erection... I'm not done yet." Aria looked like a woman possessed now. She opened my legs and walked inside. And then I saw that her breasts were right up against my cock. "How much have you been dreaming about fucking my tits Will? Let me tell you one thing: if you loose that erection now you'll never get the chance. If you let my breasts keep it up for you, I'll give you a life-long pass of unrestricted access to them. Understood?"

Overwhelmed. Simply overwhelmed. And when Aria pushed and squeezed her breasts around my cock I knew that the life-long pass was already won. Her juices and my cum still covering my entire length, there was enough lubricant for me to fuck her breasts for hours and hours. It didn't last that long but it was more than worth it. I could now feel their bulk and weight, the soft yet firm mass of her breasts lovingly clasped around my cock. They were pliant and responsive when they needed to, yet hot and dense when they licked my shaft's sides. The scene before me was mind-blowing: a beautiful woman half-kneeling in front of me was doing the absolute best she could to keep my cock hard. She had nestled me between her breasts and cared for me as if I was a lost soul in need of warmth and comfort. Her breasts were safe and steady, something that was constant and unvaryingly wonderful. 

A few times she even dropped too low, only to catch my glans into her mouth. Tongue twirling, throat opening and the time-tested sight of a long-haired womanly head bobbing up and down over my cock. I was in an intense and compact version of heaven. At one point she realized that I was fully hard. Duh. She then got up while whipping her hair from her face and pushed me back on the table. Suddenly I was lying on my back just as I had been for a few days of modeling, but things were completely different. Aria jumped on the table and squatted lewdly over my thighs. "You can now cum when you please, but don't stop me fucking you until I'm done... you're going to give me a third climax if it kills you in an overload of pleasure."

She was grinning like a she-wolf when she moved up a bit. I barely understood the fact that I she'd had two orgasms already without my even noticing it... She was now squatting, legs wide open and knees high, right over my cock. I pushed it right against her pussy, slapping her clit, and then pushed it deeper. As soon as she felt it spreading her lips she let herself fall down, impaling herself until her lips splayed open around my thick base. This time she cried out loud. Loud. 

With her legs raised and opened like this I could see her pussy stretched around my cock. Her clit was out as well, poking its head from the folds of her lips only to be mashed against my pubic bone. When I shifted the angle of my hips and lower back, adding even more pressure to her clit, Aria looked down at me. 

"What about four?"

"I'm ready when you are... Ever had more than four?"

She didn't answer me but her eyes opened wider for a second or two. And then she began fucking me. The sounds of my thighs slapping against her ass were suddenly replaced by the table creaking and scrapping against the ground: she was really giving me everything she got. As with Nella it was great to feel her weight driving her down all round my cock. I'm a strong man so the last time I fucked a waif of a girl (she *did* have nice boobs though...) she had seemed insubstantial. Not so with Aria: her fully ripe body made her exquisitely real and present, a woman of flesh and lust driving herself nuts above me. 

I could feel her muscles pulling her down as gravity was apparently not enough. Underneath this maelstrom of desire I was wide-eyed, amazed and blown away. My hands flew to her breasts and once more I enjoyed mauling them with as much passion and fervor as she was fucking me. Even though I have large hands I just could encompass their bulk, so I grabbed at them from their sides and bases, pushing them up and to their sides, squeezing them together to form the most breathtaking of cleavages. I grinned when I remembered that I was on my way to earning a life-long pass to those marvels. 

From her erotic flow of moans and groans emerged something new, something uniquely Aria: giggles, then laughter. I was once more amazed by this incredible woman, laughing out loud while her first climax swept through her. It was a scene that will be forever carved into my mind. The beauty of her body, her breasts, her swaying hair; my cock buried deeply into her; the flushed skin and the sweat covering her body; and now the laughter of orgasmic joy that echoed through the entire room and filled my mind. I was floored by this explosion of beauty, the spectacle of this woman climaxing freely in unquestionable glory. 

Once again my body surprised me with an unexpected climax. Still riding me as hard as she could, Aria lowered her head when she felt me spasming and grinned at me. "I'm not stopping Will. Are you ready to lead me to another one?" I was too far gone to reply, but it didn't seem to matter. Aria laughed again, grabbed my sides with her hands and began to ride me harder still. Bent forward like this her clit was being driven down directly on my bone and I could see that Aria was on the verge of a consecutive orgasm. 

When she twisted above me, locking her knees against my sides, I felt her tensing up for what seemed to be a powerful fourth climax. She looked like she was stuck in that pre-climax for a long time, breathing erratically until she let the wave fill her body. Laughter and moans exploded again while I was still pumping my sperm as deep inside her as I could. Instead of breaking down, Aria's rhythm keep increasing until she stopped laughing and moaning. Paused a last time in her orgasm she froze for a few seconds, squeezing my cock like a vise, then let herself fall on my chest. 

Our heat and sweat covered our bodies as obviously as her hair was falling all around us. The silence was odd, being broken now by nothing but our breathing. After the music of Aria's laughing climaxes this silence was poor and dry, but we had reached our limits. All we now had to do was return to the real world where noisy streets and crowded busses would bring us back home. Home to a Nella that would be really happy for us. Come to think of it, the day was probably far from being over. How was I going to keep my erection up after cumming twice already? Hmmm, sometimes the world was a harsh place to live in...

    ***

Aria and I managed to survive the aftermath of such an intense rapport. Only our joined hands told about the bond that we had just formed. When we did come home from the studio, Nella paused for one second and laughed out loud at those joined hands. The fact that we were still red-faced and sweaty might have helped too. The first rounds of exchanges were over between us and Aria: the houses and cabin, the supposedly unknown sexual voyeurism, the modeling and midnight bath, the erection and striptease and then the exchange that turned out to be a deep communion. In the following weeks we all slept in the same room, often in the same bed even though it was too crowded to sleep. Jenny was well aware of what was going on, but didn't try to push her way into it. After Aria left, we didn't see her for a few months, not until we all met again at her cabin in the fall. And its there that I met the first and only women who could have endangered my relationship with Nella. Luckily, things didn't turn out bad after all... See you then for the next part of the String of Luck! 

P.S. Oh! For those interested, I didn't turn Aria back towards bi- or heterosexuality. She's still only interested in women. Still I did manage to turn *myself* into her only exception... :-)

P.P.S I have more stuff to tell as the string goes on. But I do like to have some feedback, either public comments or emails. Thanks! 



String of Luck Ch. 06



For those of you still wandering if I managed to make myself sexually decent for the night following my discovery of Aria: I did. Somewhat... On a regular day it wouldn't have been difficult to be hard, all night long, for two women as gorgeous as Nella and Aria. But the afternoon with Aria had been quite draining. I managed to fuck each of them, but I relied more on my tongue, hands and fingers than on my tired cock. In fact I was so drained that Nella had to stay away from it for the next few days. 

When Aria left and went back to her normal life so far away, the loss was palpable. It was made less so by a promise: a meeting that was scheduled in October, a meeting that would take place at her cabin in the mountain. At first the plan was for the three of us to be together and alone, far away from anything that could disturb our peace. Things didn't turn out that way. On the other hand, even though we were not going to get the isolation we had hoped for, I was not going to complain. Certainly not. 

When I learned that Nella had invited an old friend she hadn't seen in ten years, Johanna, I made the calm, fully objective and dispassionate decision of inviting Jenny. I had both my hands firmly clasped around her flesh: one on her breasts and the other on her impossibly firm ass. She was riding my cock like a nymphomaniac, moaning and groaning through her orgasm. We were both covered in sweat and massage oil and the entire apartment smelled of sex. She knew I was on the verge of cumming and I could feel her pussy clamping around my shaft, feel her milking my cock as hard as she could. "Can I come along Will?" What do you think I said? I simply screamed a glorified: "Yes!". She laughed as I came, mindful of making her raven hair whip with her every downward thrust. As we disentangled a few minutes later, she promised that she would make it worth my while. 

A few weeks later the car was packed and we got out of the city. Johanna and Aria knew each other pretty well and would arrive together: we had too much baggage for the five of us to fit in a single car. Aria's cabin was a four-hour ride from our home but as the autumn day was remarkably brilliant nobody complained. Jenny, Nella and I had a bit of *fun* during those four hours, but nothing that made my driving too dangerous. The last part of the trip was made on a gravel mountain road and the sights were even better than before: instead of looking at mountains covered with red, yellow and orange trees, we were riding right through one. With our windows opened in this warm day, the smell of nature in the fall matched the beauty of the trees. 

The sight of the cabin itself, perched on a steep cliff, was nearly as amazing. This was not a cabin, it was a large house expertly made of timber and rock. It looked as if it had grown there, rooted to the cliff and as much a part of it as the trees and rocks around it. As the road made took us from one side to the other, we realized just how big it was: only one story and no room for any basement, it still must have had at least a dozen rooms. I was tempted to stop and take a picture... Aria had never mentioned that her cabin was in fact a remote, wilderness mansion! 

We stopped the car in the large driveway and began unpacking our stuff. Smells of fir, balsam and cleanliness welcomed us as we opened the main door. On this side of the house were the kitchen, dining room and living room, all in direct line to the huge glass windows. The view from those windows was breathtaking: from our cliff-side we could see far, across the valley and the lake to the other mountain about five miles away. 

We all stood silently for a few minutes, adjusting to this majestic setting. We then began to explore this palace-in-the-woods: two corridors led to the other rooms, living rooms and bathroom. There were two master bedrooms, three guest rooms, another small living room and a gigantic bathroom. What really caught my attention, however, was what I found just outside on the other side of the house. In a private alcove, surrounded by trees, was a wonderful Jacuzzi. At first I thought it was small, but the thought of sharing it with four women revised my opinion: it was just big enough! I had no idea what Johanna would look like, but I extrapolated from the rest of Nella's friends, this Jacuzzi was going to be my little heaven for the next week or so! 

As if in answer to my unspoken question, I saw Johanna walking in when I returned to the main living room. She was a dream, a blonde dream walking as if on clouds. "A dancer", Nella had simply said... A dancer on clouds, indeed. She had a long skirt that hid most of her legs but showed enough to dispel any doubts about what those legs looked like. Hips and waist clearly leaner than Nella's or Aria's, firm and strong. I had never seen a body so unmistakably erotic and sexual even when at rest. 

Under a thin tank top, Johanna's breasts seemed to be above and beyond gravity. She had found a bra that was made for her: in perfect equilibrium her breasts were poised on the crucial balance between being pushed too high or allowed too much breathing room. Almost always women find bras that either squeeze their breasts too much, resulting on firm and high breasts that look like fakes; or that are too relaxed, forbidding their breasts their full measure of glory. Johanna's breasts were flawlessly cupped, moving up and down with each of her steps like young gazelles on a free plain. 

On the other hand, their was nothing young-looking about them... It's wonderful to realize just how much breasts can be different from one woman to another. My mind used to such quick estimates, I guessed that Johanna's breasts must be at least as big a Jenny's. A full "C" cup of firm flesh. But it was clear from the start that they would look completely different once unveiled. And another quick estimate told me that I was going to have ample opportunity to verify that hypothesis. The Jacuzzi was probably going to be the place where such things would happen. 

But those thoughts flew from my mind as my eyes moved higher. I had already glimpsed the long wings, locks and tresses of blonde hair, but that was not what caught my attention now. Sometimes when you look into someone's eyes for the first time you can see things that are inexplicable. Like when a cop pulls you over, you usually can see right away if he'll let you go easy or not. Even *before* trying to wiggle your way out of the speeding ticket. Or when you meet a new boss, you know if this one is going to be a complete ass or not. 

When I looked into Johanna's eyes, I saw something else entirely behind those pale brown eyes. I've been blessed and graced with gorgeous women these past few months, and to a smaller extent all my life. This was not it. Something else was going on, and in a fraction of a second I realized that she too was somewhat troubled by my presence. She had been smiling just as warmly as the summer sun but now the smile was setting slowly, forgotten because of the surprise. I felt like I was in a cheap movie (or an erotic story, for that matter...), dumbstruck by the stereotypical blonde beauty. I also knew that it was nothing that simple. 

The moment probably lasted less than two seconds, the time before Aria climbed up from outside and threw her bags all over the floor. It has been six weeks since we had last seen each other and I could see that she was running towards me, ready to jump into my arms. When she did, the flow of memories and feelings allowed me to move away from the moment I had just lived. Reveling in her warmth and love, feeling her body wrapped around mine, savoring the smell of her long hair flowing loose, I smiled into her neck. Soon the gentle and playful neck kisses turned into real kisses as our mouths met. We both laughed when we broke this first-of-many kisses, especially when we saw a stunned Johanna staring at us. 

"Wow Aria, things around here are a lot more complicated than I thought!"

"On the contrary my dear..." she replied, laughing, "things are a lot *simpler*. Give it some time..."

Hearing Aria laughing, Jenny and Nella came out of the other rooms and embraced her too. The kissed Nella shared with her, a lot longer than mine had been, didn't seem to surprise Johanna one bit. So even though she didn't know where my place was in all this, she knew about Nella and Aria. Things were going to be a lot more interesting than I had anticipated, and that's saying a lot! Nella was overjoyed at seeing her old friend, her high-school friend in fact. they hugged each other for a long time but didn't share a kiss. Perhaps Nella wasn't as wild or open back then as she is today. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent unpacking and getting ready for our first meal. It was wonderful to look at these for gorgeous women in various state of dress and undress. Nella was the first one to remove her top, and to my surprise it was Jenny who followed suit. Something was definitely strange about Jenny's attitude, especially towards Nella and Aria. Since those first few weeks she has always been quite warm and loving towards me. But even though I knew that she sometimes shared Nella's bed, she was much more reserved during daytime. Not here in the mountains. And not with Aria either. A few times she even planted soft kisses on Nella or Aria's nape, playful kisses that were graciously appreciated. 

Aria was, of course, perfectly at ease with all of this. In fact she probably kept her own top only for Johanna's sake. The blonde dancer seemed at ease too, but clearly not on the verge of taking her top off. On the other hand she didn't shy away from seemingly unintentional contacts while making dinner. The most obvious of those contacts came from Nella, when my naughty girlfriend leaned against Johanna's back to wash her hands. Johanna *had* been standing right in front of the sink to clean the carrots, but Nella hadn't been forced to slide her hands around her friend's waist in the process. Or to press her breasts so obviously against her back. When I saw those brown eyes close for a second, I simply smiled. 

I ended up (totally by accident, you understand...) sitting beside Johanna for dinner. Nella and Aria were sitting across from us and Jenny was at the head of the table. We had set the table so that we could all enjoy the spectacular sunset in the mountains. Although the scene was breathtakingly beautiful, something soon caught my attention: Johanna's leg against mine. I decided not to move it. After a few minutes, comments on the food, jokes and laughter, she pushed it harder against me. I missed an entire joke after that and had to laugh with them to cover it up. 

I had an incredible sunset, two of the most amazing pairs of breasts I had ever seen and a wonderful meal all before me, but my mind was aware of nothing but Johanna's leg. Dinner seemed to be fun and the meal really as good as it looked like, but the hours flew by without me really noticing them. I woke up from this trance when we got up to clean the table, and I knew I had to break free from this spell soon. After the five of us took care of the dirty dishes, I asked if someone would like to come and see the stars with me. 

You guessed it: only Johanna said yes. I smiled in real pleasure, but I knew that this was going to speed things up when I wanted them to slow down. When we got out into the darkness and made our first steps away from the house, I reached back and took Johanna's hand in mine. I *could* have talked aloud, which would have been enough to keep from loosing each other in the darkness. Instead I took her hand. And she squeezed mine back the second I touched her fingers. The stars were suddenly forgotten, all the while a brightness was growing between our fingers. 

We got back about an hour later and to my astonishment, we hadn't shared a single word. We simply found a soft spot on the grass to lie down. We did look at the stars, after all, but at one point Johanna turned towards me and placed her head on my chest. My hand, which had still been holding hers, moved up and wrapped around her back. I planted a soft kiss on her head, nothing more than that. It's strange how things would have been different with Aria, Jenny or Justine. We would already be fucking each other like crazy. But not now, not with Johanna. Something bigger was growing. I had no idea where it would lead us. 

We entered the house to find it empty. In total darkness it was clear that the women couldn't have gone very far. A brief search revealed that the Jacuzzi was humming silently in the backyard. Johanna followed me through the long corridor and the women's laughter became audible as we reached the door. They turned around towards us quickly, as if caught doing something nasty. Knowing them, that could have easily been the case. But they were simply sitting in the decently large Jacuzzi, naked, wet, flushed from their laughter and sparklingly beautiful but otherwise "sexually-cool". We couldn't see through the water as it was too dark, but I don't think they would've bothered with swimsuits. 

There was five glasses and three bottles of wine on the deck one of them nearly empty already. The two extra glasses were already filled and waiting for Johanna and me. It had gotten colder as the night progressed and earlier with Johanna we had been glad to have our woolen sweaters. In fact there was a faint mist above the Jacuzzi where the heated water evaporated in this cool air. The three women, with water up to their necks, looked quite comfortable. They also looked like cats with cream on their whiskers. 

"What's up?" I asked, knowing pretty well that I was not going to get an answer. 

"What do you mean?" Aria replied. 

I smiled and shook my head: before those three naughty smiles I backed off and simply said: "May we join you?"

"Of course, but on one condition..." said Nella. 

"Two!" Added Aria. "First you must add to that pile everything you have." She pointed to the pile of jeans, tank-tops, tee-shirts and colorful lingerie. "Everything."

"Ok, what's the other condition?" 

"We'll tell you once you're naked."

"But it's cold!" said Johanna. 

"We know!" they all laughed. So hurry up!

I couldn't see Johanna very well as she had stayed a bit behind me on the narrow deck, but I was convinced that she was not as comfortable as I was with this "everybody naked" thing. On the other hand she must not have hesitated too long as she finished only a few seconds after me. Every instinct in my body was screaming at me to turn around and look at her. But I restrained myself, guessing that I was going to have more opportunities later. I was also quite conscious of the simple fact that I had an erection just begging to be let loose. The cold helped but the three naked women in the Jacuzzi didn't. All in all I simply wanted to get in the hot water. 

"So what else do we have to do?"

"We'd just begun a truth or dare game. If you want to get warm and wet with us you have to agree to play..."

"Ah! No problems. I'm even willing to go "dare" all the way."

The women laughed at this while Johanna and I quickly got into the water. I had a glimpse of her breasts, but too fast to really enjoy it. The darkness only allowed me to see her two nipples. They seemed large and incredibly inviting but that's all I managed to get. I found myself sitting between Jenny and Aria, while in front of me Johanna was sitting between Nella and Aria. In a strange twist of luck I had Johanna and Nella right in front of me. 

"Ok let's begin now." it was Aria. For some reason she had become the referee of this game. Probably not a good thing. "The oldest goes first and then the second oldest and so on... Also, a person can't be asked two consecutive questions. If you refuse to do a dare, you get a worse truth and vice-versa. Ready? Any last minute rule to add?"

"Yes." said Nella. "No fondling underwater outside dares." 

"Wow! How quick were you to think about that Nella!" Everyone laughed at Aria's comment. "Now, as I'm the oldest I get to go first. Will! Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Ok then. We're going to make you regret that decision of yours... Get up and turn around slowly. Very slowly."

Smiling, I got up. I had water barely up to mid-thigh. Of course all of them save Johanna had seen me naked before, and that must have been the point of Aria's dare. Luckily for me the hot water and a burgeoning erection lengthened my penis a bit. So even though it was soft it was somewhat longer and thicker than usual. I fully complied to her dare and turned around very slowly. Johanna still looked a little uncomfortable, but it was clear that she was not a very shy person to begin with. She was laughing and whistling with the others. I finally sat back, smiling at the "boos" I got. 

"I believe it's my turn!" Said Nella. "Aria. Truth or dare?"

"Dare. I think it's too early for me to go into truths yet."

"Since you wanted to see my boyfriend naked again, we're going to see *you* stand up and turn around slowly!"

With a lot more grace than I had Aria got up and began to dance softly while turning around. As I was sitting just beside her I got the most of this show. The moon wasn't full but as our eyes had adjusted to the dim light by now, my memory was brightly refreshed as I drank in her every curves. It had been a few months since our last meeting and love-making session, and it took a lot of willpower not to reach up and touch her. Her full thighs and round ass, thinner waist with bulging, fleshy breasts that seemed to have become even more beautiful. Heavy and strong, proudly swaying to her rhythm, they were partly covered with her waist-long, wet hair, but nothing could have hidden their majesty. 

Judging by Johanna's reaction, a tranquil smile of enjoyment, it was not the first time she'd seen Aria naked. Which was, regardless of what angle you looked at it, really good. When our very own dancer sat back down completely unruffled from her performance, I realized that it was probably my turn. I knew that I was only a few months younger than Nella and that Jenny was clearly the youngest here. A quick question confirmed my guess. 

"Now, being the only guy here I know I'm going to get hammered... So I'm not going to wait before giving some back. Jenny, truth or dare."

"Oh dear... I'm not sure which is worse yet: a bad dare or a bad truth..."

"Don't worry Jenny, " said Nella, "Will knows that if he's too unpleasant, we're four that can be meaner..."

"Ok then, I'll stick with dare too."

"Perfect. Why don't you get up, run to that three, circle it three times and come back."

Everybody laughed except Jenny. "What? But it's freezing out there!" 

She was right: it had gotten colder still. But a dare is a dare and she slowly got up, shooting fire at me with her eyes. I had seen (and tasted) her only a few days ago, but it was nonetheless a pleasure to see her rising up from the Jacuzzi. Large-orange-sized breasts, seemingly as firm as the fruit, tighter waist and hips, a dark fuzz of pubic hair hiding a warm and delicious pussy, and the powerful legs that had given her a few medals in trekking competitions. Oh. And the ass that very well may have helped to keep a few male competitors behind her until the very end. What was a medal beside an ass like that? 

We all laughed as she ran, but the sight was just as lovely as Aria's dance. Her wet, night-black hair whipped with her steps and her breasts danced to a faster rhythm as she ran back. She was covered in goosebumps when she jumped back in, which only served to enhance her nipples' normal tautness. A bad dare that proved fun and very enjoyable at the same time. 

"Oh you're going to get it Will, I promise!" General laughter. 

"I guess this is my turn now... " Johanna asked. "Since I don't know you guys as well as you seem to know each other, I'm not going to be very creative... Nella: truth or dare?"




String of Luck Ch. 06



"Hmmm, how about another dare?" 

Surprising everyone despite what she just said, Johanna asked Nella to dance for her. Opening her legs, she said: "Come here and dance for me..." Nella smiled warmly at her old friend and got up to dance. While the glory that was my girlfriend was turning a simple dace into an unambiguous lap-dance, Johanna kept talking. "Oh my God you're as beautiful as Aria told me... When she told me that you were just as beautiful as she was, I thought that you two merely looked alike. You do, but in more ways than the faces... Wow. You're so beautiful! Thank you."

Nella laughed gently and bent down to kiss Johanna on the cheek, before sitting back down beside her. Suddenly I felt Aria's hand on my cock, which was now rock hard from seeing first Aria, then Jenny and now Nella naked mere inches away from me. 

"Somebody's cheating!" I said aloud, looking at no one in particular. 

"Are you going to place a formal complaint?" Asked Aria innocently.

"Er... No, well — no. That's alright."

"Now Jenny, was there anything you'd like to ask of Will?"

"Truth or dare!" she asked with passion!

"Truth."

"What? You said you were going to go "dare" all the way?"

"I changed my mind."

Nella and Johanna laughed, while Aria released my cock. She had probably managed to tell Jenny that I had an erection without me noticing it, and would have asked me to get up again. Well, perhaps next time...

"Ok then. A question.. I have to find a bad question. Very bad... Oh, here it is. Which women has the most beautiful breasts?"

Damn. It was a bad question. They all had great breasts, different though they were. I had to make the best out of the question any way that I could. "Ok. I'm willing to tell the truth, but I'll have to see what I'm going to judge..."

Jenny's eyes opened wide as she hadn't considered this possibility. But Nella said: "You're right Will. You have to make a educated decision. Here you go."

As she finished she raised her breasts out of the water and leaned back on her elbows. Slowly the others did the same thing, commenting that I was getting too good a barging. Johanna's breasts glistened in the moonlight but I made a conscious effort not to look at them first. I directed my gaze at Aria's breasts, resuming my earlier contemplation. Large, very large and heavy, decently high on her chest for such big breasts, still firm and full despite Aria being the older women here. Their only flaw: they were just a bit to wide apart. Because of their size, her bras allowed for great cleavages, but it was not as natural as it could have been. 

After a minute or two I moved to Jenny. Much younger, smaller and oh so perkier, her breasts were completely different. Higher on her chest, thrusting out like birds frozen just as they were about to take flight. There was still no sag at all under those clearly defined mounds, nothing that hinted at a failing before gravity. They were pure, independent from everything save their youth and purity. They were what breasts looked like in our very first dreams; eternally young and dense, compact with fatless flesh, bursting with lust. The price for that perfection? Their size. Now, let me get this straight: normally you can't really complain about the size of a decent C cup breast. But then again when your own girlfriend has at least a full cup more, and when her best friend readily offers you access to her double D's, you're allowed a little more headway. 

Turning from one side of the Jacuzzi to the other, I finally rested my eyes on Johanna's breasts. Shivers ran up and down my spine. They were indeed the generously endowed C cup I had in mind when I saw them this afternoon. Yet they were completely different than Jenny's! They looked like they wanted to be D cups but somehow instead of getting wider and larger they merely got fuller and thicker. Jenny's stood straight up proudly while Johanna's seemed to be on the verge of bursting forward. It's like they were looking at me straight in the eye! Nipples darker than any of the girls here, a deep red color not unlike Justine's. They looked like cherries on top of a hard vanilla sundae. Fuller and more generous than Jenny's yet smaller than either Aria or Nella. I couldn't find any flaws and couldn't help trying to see how they'd look while she danced...

Finally my eyes sought out Nella's breasts. I already knew the answer to Jenny's question, but those last pieces of evidence confirmed everything. Generous and fully developed to the point where Johanna's and Jenny's breasts looked like adolescent; firmer and closer apart than Aria's more massive bosom; and perfectly placed on her chest so that I could fuck them and still place the head of my cock in Nella's mouth. They didn't have Jenny's perkiness, Johanna's full harmony or Aria's bulk, but they were somehow more beautiful. They're truly large breasts that can stop any conversation, that can make men and most women salivate, breasts that combine the impossible mixes of motherhood and sexuality, of love and lewdness, of sacredness and carnality. 

I smiled, looking into Nella's eyes, and winked at her. "Now can I touch all of them to see if—" I was brutally interrupted my Jenny and Aria, who had decided that I had enough, and who proceeded to splash me back into my place. 

"No!" they both chimed at the same time. "We want to know who you choose..."

"Nella. Of course."

Both of them cried out that it wasn't fair, that since she was my girlfriend I couldn't give any other answer... But as they did, Nella leaned forward and kissed me, thanking me for my decision. When things quieted down, it was Aria's turn again. 

"Johanna, since you're the only one who hasn't been chosen: truth or dare?"

"With the dares that are going around I think I'm going to choose "truth"!"

"Hmmm... That's sad because I had a truly good dare for you. Ok then. Did Nella's dance confirm what I told you before we arrived?"

Johanna looked shocked by the question, but before she replied Aria continued: "Do you want me to explain it to them, or will you do it?"

She laughed nervously, clearly uncomfortable, but decided to answer. She was probably afraid of the worse dare that would be coming if she refused to answer. "Aria told me that I was going to want to make love to Nella as soon as I was going to see her naked... Oh God I can't believe I'm telling this. Damn this wine!!!" We all laughed out loud at her comment. The wine was definitely helping this game along. 

"So was she right?" from Jenny. 

"Yes, oh yes." Johanna looked at Nella briefly and then we all started laughing.

Through the laughter Aria added: "Don't worry Johanna, everybody here wants to fuck Nella!" The hilarity lasted a long time. 

After it finally died down, Nella looked at Jenny. "You thought my boyfriend wouldn't choose my breasts, did you? Well... Truth or dare?"

Jenny had a weak smile, clearly unsure of what to say. "Truth."

"Have you ever had sex with a real client during a massage? And I'm not talking about Will or me."

"Nella! I can't answer that! It's illegal to do that and I could have huge problems..."

"You refuse to answer?" asked Nella, a wicked grin on her face. 

"Oh no! I'm going to get a bad dare won't I?"

"Indeed you will... And you'll be raising the bar for future dares."

"Damn you Nella!" she said, laughing nervously. 

"Well at least Will won't be able to ask you anything on his next round as he's right after me. Ok now, about that dare. Will may have chosen my breasts over yours, but if you had asked about asses, that may have been a different answer. I want you to get up, turn around and bend over at the waist to show us that perfect ass of yours. That's the first part."

Jenny was relieved by the dare and quickly got up. When she bent down her ass seemed to glow in the moonlight, her tight and lean muscles creating the most stunning ass I have ever seen. Her breasts were certainly firm, but this ass was redefining beauty and firmness. Compact and yet round, a full ass in perfect balance between adolescent slimness and mature breadth. Power and beauty, strength and softness. More so than any pair of breasts, Jenny's ass screamed sex and desire, the more primitive and basic sex of assfucking than mere coupling. I wanted to pound that ass into sexual oblivion, slip my cock between her cheeks and as deep into her asshole as she would allow me. 

"And now that we've all seen it, " Nella said, pulling me out of my reverie, "I invite Will to check and examine it as closely and by any mean he so decides."

Jenny, without moving from her pornographic position, merely whispered: "I'm going to get you for this Nella..."

We laughed as I got on my knees behind Jenny. At first I wanted to make this last but something clicked in my head: we needed to move this game to the next level. And I quickly realized that I wasn't going to be able to tease her for long. I placed my two hands full on her buttocks, mauling and massaging her ass. Soon I was spreading her cheeks apart, exposing as much of her pussy and asshole as I could. The moon was bright, our eyes adjusted and the wine all but completely gone: the atmosphere was electric. Kneeling behind Jenny I knew that my cock, hard as it could be, was sticking out in plain sight as well. I didn't care: all I could think about was enjoying this great piece of ass for all it was worth. 

I could have caressed it, squeezed it and pinched it, but something deep inside me clicked again: I got tired of looking from so far away. In an instant those few inches disappeared and I buried my face as deep as I could. My tongue and lips roamed as much as they could, faster than I would have liked because I knew I was going to be pulled out of there too soon. Yet instead I heard laughter and shouts of encouragement. Nella and Aria were laughing really hard, telling me what to do, urging me to go deeper. 

When I pushed my tongue between her lips and clamped my lower lip on her clit, Jenny moaned and joined in the laughter. When I twisted my head I could see Aria and Nella on either side, but Johanna was more quiet behind me. I still wasn't sure just how far she'd be willing to go. Well, it was time to see just how far Jenny would. 

I began sliding upward, pulling my tongue out of her pussy and towards her asshole. Although I'm not extremely experienced in any form of anal sex, it's been a fetish of mine for many years. And I knew that after an hour in the Jacuzzi Jenny's ass would be warm, wet and clean. When my tongue reached her puckered hole she drew in a sharp breath... a second before releasing a very loud moan. Her breath became erratic as I was reaming her for all I was worth. 

I had done this only once before and neither me or my girlfriend at the time had truly enjoyed it. But this time things were completely different. Here was a glorious ass, a sexually formidable woman and I'd been dreaming about her ass for too long. The feeling of her cheeks against the one on my face, her flesh beneath my fingers, her grinding motions as she pushed back against my tongue... I was in paradise. 

Another click drove me even further: I gave her asshole a last kiss and straightened up. When my cock slapped against her belly she turned her head around, knowing fully well what I had in mind. I was not going to fuck her pussy. Oh no. But suddenly I learned that I was not going to fuck her ass either: the laughter that my mind had forgotten about came rushing back when Aria and Nella pulled me back down, laughing harder than ever.

"Oh no you won't!!! No yet anyway!"

"Sit back down you oversexed maniac!"

I don't remember who said what, but I realized that this was indeed not the best time for this. I let out a long and powerful sigh and joined in there laughter. When I sat back against my seat underwater, Jenny turned around and bent to kiss me with fire. "You better finish what you started soon or else you're going to regret it!" Then we both started laughing. 

On the other side, Johanna was laughing too, but her eyes were wide open as she was realizing just what she was getting herself into. A few minutes later we'd all calmed down enough to resume. And it was my turn. 

"Nella. That was a bit mean, don't you think? Truth or dare?"

"You know a bit too much about me now Will. I'm going to go with dare."

"Perfect. Maybe the game is still too young for fucking, but I'd like all the others here to see something only me and Aria have seen before. You're going to masturbate and let us hear your climax when it comes."

To my surprise, Nella laughed. "What do you think I've been doing while you were sucking Jenny's pussy..." And then she closed her eyes and leaned her head backwards on the deck. From one instant to the next her breathing exploded: she had been hiding her impending climax from everybody. Less than ten seconds later she was climaxing, screaming pleasure and sex all over the mountain. It's strange how time can slow down during such moments. 

I could swear that I've seen her blossoming into her climax a lot slower than the few seconds it took her to get there. Her breasts, squeezed between her stretched arms, pushed out of the water as a first gift. Then she began writhing and twisting in her seat, the warm skin of her arms sliding up and down across her belly. When she opened her mouth for her first moan her spell was complete and everybody was entranced. We were all completely silent, watching the magic that was Nella during her climaxes. Aria sang her laughter while Nella shone like a Midsummer blaze. From across the Jacuzzi, I could see that Aria had her legs entwined with Nella, Jenny had slipped her arm around Nella's waist and Johanna was leaning closer and closer to Nella's head. 

When her screams began to relent Nella opened her eyes and looked at Johanna. With sex oozing out of her every pore, Nella placed her hand behind Johanna's head and pulled her in for a kiss that threatened to vaporize all the water. It was as wild and passionate as I had just been with Jenny, just as hot. Seconds later Nella pulled back, breathing hard. Johanna opened her eyes in surprise, unable to understand why Nella had stopped. When she leaned forward and began sucking on one of Nella's breasts, we were all completely taken by surprise. Nella shivered and moaned under Johanna's kiss, but Aria reached for the blonde dancer. "Come here beautiful, " she said, smiling gently, "this wasn't part of the dare..."

Johanna pulled back, as if waking up from a dream. She began laughing shyly, her face becoming redder. "Sorry about this..." But by then we were all smiling: it was an easily forgotten mistake. As it was her turn to play, Johanna straightened and looked at Aria. 

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Who here has the greatest tasting pussy?"

We all laughed at the question, but Aria merely smiled. She looked at Nella and said: "I'm sorry love, but Johanna is impossible to beat..."

"Hey! Shouldn't there be a complete review like I had to do earlier?"

For some reason they all found this very amusing and began pelting me with water. But Jenny was eager to play. 

"Will! Truth or dare?"

"Truth!"

"Oh damn you! why don't you ever say *dare* when I ask it?" After a pause she found a question. "Have you ever had anal sex before?"

"Hmmm, is that a trick question?" Everybody laughed. "Yes, but not nearly enough."

Beside me, Aria looked at Johanna: "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Well well, " said Aria, "everyone's playing it safe it seems. Among the four of us, who would you rather fuck?"

"Argh! I can't answer that!!! That *is* a trick question! I'd like to fuck everyone!" Everyone laughed, but Aria wasn't satisfied.

"But that's not an answer. You'll have to do a dare. "

"What? No, I was going to answer..."

"To late Johanna. Now let's see. Your last question was a bit narcissist: you knew full well that I love the taste of your pussy. To make amends you're going to let everyone here taste you for a few seconds."

There was a short silence: even though I had reamed Jenny's asshole, we still hadn't even seen Johanna completely nude yet! When she got up, an unreadable expression on her face, I was stunned: she was gorgeously shaven. Her flat and hard dancer's abdomen flowed flawlessly down to her mound and lips without any trace of hair at all. Her legs were just as clean, the moonlight completely unblemished on her skin. Only the pearls of water broke the purity of her skin. Her pussy was a marvel to behold, low between her legs and generous, her pale lips puffed out and distended. 

But before I could enjoy it further, she turned around and straddled Nella. When she bent down Nella moved up and leapt to her pussy. I could see her chin from between Johanna's legs and it was clear that Nella was doing a lot more than tasting. Then again I wasn't able to take a good look as Johanna moved away pretty soon and turned to Jenny. Add to that the fact that her ass was finally exposed. Years of dancing had metamorphosed what must have been a very nice ass to begin with into a wonderful work of art. On par with Jenny's it was just a bit wider, more mature. Just a hint of a line between her buttocks and thighs, where Jenny had none. But I had the definite impression that, if the opportunity presented itself, I would enjoy licking it just as much. 

But suddenly it was my turn. Johanna seemed to hesitate a bit, apparently having problems getting into a proper position. Yet when I wrapped my hands around her waist and grabbed her ass to pull her against me, she placed her own hands on my head. The flow of warmth and wetness, and the taste of spring in her juices delighted me. But when I looked up to her she was staring down at me intently. And out of nowhere the strange feelings returned: this should have been an awkward moment, an embarrassing part of a game. It was far from that. She was pushing against me, forcing me to open her lips and find her clit and her hole. The look in her eyes was unmistakable: she wanted to cum in my mouth, the dare was completely forgotten. 

And soon she did. Aria tried to pull her away from me at one point but when she looked up at Johanna she stopped. She started buckling and shaking, her muscles straining with the effort of staying against my mouth as long as possible. She finally cried out and pulled back, falling down on her knees to get back to her seat. Nella looked at me from across the Jacuzzi and it was clear on her face that she wanted to fuck Johanna as much as I did. 

She started to ask Johanna to play, but we reminded her that we couldn't pick someone twice in a row. 

"Aria, then. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure Nella."

"Hmmm. I'm going to ask you to do something which would have been really easy about six months ago. Will, get up."

"What? Wasn't that my own dare a few turns ago?"

"Yes it was... But get up and I'm sure you're going to like it. Now Aria, get on your knees in front of him, get your face as close as you can to his cock... and *don't* suck him for three minutes."

Aria grinned, apparently confident. And for the first minute everything seemed alright. She was looking up at me and at my cock serenely, even though the other girls were encouraging her to suck me off. But during the second minutes, it was clear that Aria was having troubles. Her eyes kept shifting away only to dart back to my cock, her breathing was getting shallower and quicker. When I saw that I began flexing my cock, making it bob up and down mere inches away from her face and mouth. 

"Argh! I can't believe it!" she moaned. "How much time?"

"One minute ten seconds." Replied Nella. 

"That's impossible! I'm not going to make it damn you Nella!"

Everybody laughed and the encouragements became louder and a lot more descriptive... But still Aria was resisting herself. Yet about twenty seconds later she placed her hands on my thighs, ready to pull me in. Then Nella spoke again: "By the way, if ever you decide to suck him, we're going to pull you off when the three minutes are up. You only have 40 seconds left." And with that Aria closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took me in. She blew me like a wild animal, sucking, licking, kissing and pumping my cock passionately. The other women were laughing hard but too soon the timer rang and the three of them pulled her off me. 




String of Luck Ch. 06



"Argh! That was unfair Nella! You knew I couldn't resist after a few months without a cock at hand..."

"Yep! I knew pretty well. Now, as you failed your dare, you're facing a bad truth... Could you repeat what you told me earlier in the bathroom?"

Aria paused, her mouth agape. "You can't be serious Nella." Nella merely grinned. "Ok. What Nella wants me to tell you is that... Oh my God it's hard!" She laughed, clearly nervous. "Well, I told Nella that a perfect way to celebrate this little getaway of ours would be to have... to have an orgy at some point. I want to fuck each and everyone of you at the same time... I want to feel your bodies all over mine, tongues and fingers and a cock inside me, all over me... I want your cum all over me guys..."

There was a weird silence after Nella stopped talking. Nobody knew exactly what to say or how to react, but everyone had a large grin. Breaking the silence, I asked Johanna:

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"We learned this afternoon that you have no boyfriend at this moment." I paused, knowing full well that things could get really interesting with my next question. I knew there was already some romantic tension between us, but I wanted to know just how much. And, I must add, the wine was by now really getting to me! "Just how badly do you need to get fucked by a man right now?"

Johanna looked at me straight in the eyes, took a deep breath and whispered: "Really, really badly."

There was a sweet silence after that: everybody had felt the passion and the need in Johanna's words. And it was clear that I was a willing male; the only willing male around here...

Then Johanna, whose turn it was, looked at Nella. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Would you mind?"

"No."

As simple as that. Nella was smiling at me and Johanna. There was still a silence, but now it had a new flavor: Johanna and I were going to have sex. Soon. And then the pace of things quickened. Jenny's dare for Aria was nearly as straightforward as Johanna's question to Nella: "Aria, I dare you to make love to two women at the same time."

To which she replied: "With pleasure. But we can't do that here can't we?"

Nella chimed in: "How about the master bedroom?"

"Let's go then." And with that Jenny, Aria and Nella got up, gloriously naked in the moonlight, got out of the Jacuzzi and into the house. 

In a matter of two minutes a fun game of truth or dare between five friends had turned into a moonlit Jacuzzi where two people suddenly had the privacy to make love. In those two minutes all the barriers that prevented us from jumping on one another had disappeared: it was clear now that we wanted each other, that Nella didn't mind, that we had the privacy, that she was even already wet just as I was already hard, and that nothing was going to prevent us from going as far as we wanted. 

From then on, everything became simple. At first there had been a definite attraction, not simply sexual but something a bit more complex. Then there had been the walk under the stars, confusing things a bit further. Then the Jacuzzi where we had done things so out of context that they had only served to make things more fuzzy: was I falling in love with this girl? Was she falling in love with me?

Now everything was simple: we were starved for each other and had no reason not to abandon ourselves to the hunger. She had been sitting straight for the past half-hour or so, her breasts proudly out of the water. I knelt down, moved across the water and bent down to eat one of her nipples. Johanna didn't moan, groan of cry out in impossible delight: instead she simply let out a long sigh of release. Then my hands slipped around her thighs to pull her against me, while hers pulled me close against her breast. I sucked and pulled, licked and nibbled and even bit a few times. Now she was beginning to moan. 

Her long legs unfolded outside mines and I felt her muscles stirring and tightening around me. She was strong, this blonde dancer, and as she pulled me closer I couldn't keep my mouth on her breast anymore. Forced up my mouth met hers at the same time that my hard cock met her hard belly. My sight and earring went black and dumb as the kiss began, a deep groan of pleasure that shook both our bodies. It was my skin that was overwhelming me with sensations. I had never been with a girl this tight and firm, her entire body purposefully sculpted and worked. Lean and capable muscles, an entire body designed trough workout and practice to be a perfect dancing machine: a masterwork of power and beauty. 

And I was drinking all in too fast! One of her hands behind my hand, the other one on my back and her legs locked beyond release around my thighs and waist. Yet we were not kissing like wild animals, with an uncontrolled fury. Powerful but slow, a kind of kiss I had never experienced before. On the other hand, my hips and her belly were doing the best they could to make my cock the focus of this embrace. When the kiss broke under the pressure we looked at each other in silence, barely breathing hard, yet with more anticipation and eagerness than I've ever felt. I was convinced that I had something to discover with this girl, something important, and that only sex would bring me the answer. 

Her hold suddenly loosened and she pushed herself up to sit on the ledge of the patio. Following those dancing breasts of hers I moved up too and knelt where she had been sitting before. Her legs were wide open to let me in as close as I could. And, just as she had guessed, her exposed pussy was just at the right height: it was matching my cock perfectly. With one leg on the top of the Jacuzzi and the other one slowly moving up to my shoulder, she had blatantly opened her pussy for me. When she placed her hands behind her on the patio, her breasts seemed to explode towards me. But it was her eyes and the look on her face that made me smile like a contended sex maniac. 

I grabbed my cock with a fist and pushed it down against her pussy. Her eyes nearly closed while I moved the head of my cock up and down between her lips, but our eyes were still locked. She took a deep breath when she felt my other hand wrapping itself around the leg she had moved to my shoulder: I was going to penetrate her. 

I never saw my cock slipping inside her for the first time, but I saw her face changing as I pushed in: her eyes widened and thinned, her mouth opened and closed slightly, her smile appeared and vanished. I was slowly pushing my entire eight inches inside her, meeting no resistance or stiffness as she was more than ready for me. When she felt the base of my cock opening her pussy just a bit wider for the last inch, my balls touching her taut ass, Johanna's head tilted backwards and her pussy clamped me incredibly hard. Her inner muscles seemed as developed as the ones in her legs and torso. 

When I pulled back outwards her head came back up and she stared back at me once more. Bringing one of her hands to her pussy, she used her fingers to open her top of her lips and reveal her clit. "Fuck me." She whispered in a barely audible moan. Shifting my grip on her thigh, sliding it back against her hip, I smiled again and began to push back in. I don't know how much my pubic bone was hitting her clit but feeling her hand there, opening her pussy for me, was really exhilarating. 

Her beasts began dancing again, as the angle of her chest was placing them between the mere twitches of a woman fully upright and the full slides of one completely on her back. Right now they were jumping up and down and slightly rotating with each of my thrusts, a duo of firm flesh that was mesmerizing me. Soon her head joined in the dance: her eyes were closed, she was loosing herself in the sex, and her head was catching up to the rhythm by lolling from one side to the other. 

Her free leg hooked itself behind my back once more as Johanna pulled me against her with all the power of that leg. Her hair began swishing behind her as passion began sweeping us both. Yet we wore both still silent. Except for our flesh that is. Over the deep hum of the Jacuzzi and the perfect stillness of the autumn night, the rhythmic sound of my thighs and abdomen slapping her legs and that merry hand of her was, to say the least, obvious. But now moans or groans, no naughty words or spoken desires: we had what we wanted and that was to fuck each other until we both came. 

And that was going to happen pretty soon. Johanna's leg, the one on my shoulder, began trying to reach its twin as it bore down on me. When the other one left my waist only to hook up above my elbow, Johanna released her pussy and brought her hand behind her. Pushing down on my shoulder and supported by my elbow, Johanna lifted herself from the patio. I could see her belly tightening up, her muscles tracing beautiful lines from her ribcage to her thighs. Our rhythm and pattern changed with this new situation, as her hips were free to rotate every which way they chose. 

Her pussy transformed from the delightful discovery I had just made into an astonishing wonder. Instead of having every penetrations being more of the same nectar, each of my thrusts felt like I was discovering something new, felt like I was making love to a new woman. Different sensations as she was tilting her hips forward or back, moving them up and down, rotating them from side to side, squeezing her pussy or releasing me to her smooth and well lubricated channel...

When I saw her head fall back down again and her mouth opened wide, I knew she was about to cum. When I felt her pussy clamping around me harder than ever before, I knew I couldn't help but cum myself. Our rhythm broke down and so did her concentration as she moved back down against the patio. Through uneven breaths she asked me to cum on her breasts and belly. Somehow this was even more erotic than the thought of filling her womb with my seed. 

A few thrusts was all it took before I was forced to pull out. Quickly she moved her legs down and allowed me to move forward as much as possible. Holding herself up on one of her shoulders (as her other hand was back on her pussy) she was offering me her breasts on a golden platter. I hadn't cum in the last 24 hours at least, and when I felt my cum rising from my balls I began to laugh. When she felt and saw the first explosion hit her she joined in: she had probably rarely seen so much sperm being hosed on her breasts before. 

She came as I was still emptying my balls on her, collapsing down all the way on her back, with both hands on her pussy. I asked quickly: "afraid I was going to make you pregnant?" When she answered no, puzzled, I pushed my cock back down and slipped between her fingers and lips all the way in. Gripping her hips with both hands I began fucking her for all I was worth. The unexpected wave of pleasure hit her completely by surprise and ten seconds later another orgasm rocked her body. This time she moaned out and shouted her pleasure as I laughed with her. 

When I was simply unable to keep up, too drained and tired, we fell back into the Jacuzzi, into each other's arms. Actually her ass was in my hands too. And as I was kneading it and discovering just how wonderful a small ass can be, she placed her mouth against my ear and whispered: "We're not done you and I. I don't think I've ever had something quite as big as your cock in my ass, but you're going to sodomize me before we get back to the city. I want your beautiful cock inside my ass as deep as it's going to go, understood?"

I couldn't think of an answer. I had been wanting to take Nella and Aria's ass during this trip, and after licking Jenny's asshole earlier I though that if everything else failed I would at least have hers. But now it seemed as if I was going to have a lot more than one chance at this rarely enjoyed part of sex. And if Johanna's ass was just as wonderful inside as it was outside, I fear I'll become addict to anal sex. Oh... What a shame!

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P.S. I hope you guys enjoyed this last part of the String of Luck. What about the orgy and all the anal sex that was going to happen in the next part? Well, I'm out of motivation for this storyline. Mostly because I've written about 90 pages of it, but also because I haven't received a single feed back, either public comment or e-mail. I enjoy seeing the votes and reads, but nothing compares to reading a few words or lines about how someone liked the story. Thanks for reading. Watch for other stories in a few weeks or months.