Jul 18

Monsieur Rose

Huge Black Dildo In White Blonde Girl with Small Tits Stretching PussyMonsieur Rose

When Candy arrived at the stately home for the reading of her father’s will, she had no idea the extent of this one man’s estate. She was never close with her father, having chosen to live with her now-deceased mother when her parents divorced. She was young, eleven, when they separated, and she had grown up under the wing of the mother who had never quite forgiven her husband for his many affairs. She had caught him in the kitchen with the maid, and in the garden with his secretary. If she had received any money from the divorce it had never made its way to Candy. While never wanting for money, her teenage years were not ones of excess or frivolity. She was comfortable.

And so the thought of excess had not occurred to her when she had received the letter one week ago. It stated that her father had passed on (of natural causes) and that the reading of the will would take place at Lumley Manor the following Sunday afternoon. Candy had only gone because of chance, the chance that her nephew would be there. John, a distant relative in most senses of the word, only popped up whenever there was a scent of money to be investigated. He would stride in and the only thing Candy could keep her eyes on was the snug fit of his pants around his balls. She had imagined how large they may be. She’d seen a few pairs since she turned seventeen a year ago, but the impression she had grown to relish was of John’s large nuts drawn tightly within a thin cotton pouch. Of course, as is so often the case in these stories, he had shown no interest in her. It wasn’t the fact that he was white and she was Oriental, she’d never seen any sign of anything other than respect from him, but that was as far as he went. He respected her and she wanted to jump him.

She arrived in the late afternoon in a cab, got out in her riding pants and tight white blouse, her strong black hair pulled back and tied in a tight bow on the back of her head. Mid-calve boots, black leather gloves, baseball cap. She was met at the door by some sort of doorman and was shown inside to a small room with a table and five chairs around it. Henrietta was there. Henrietta was John’s girlfriend. A nice enough woman but obviously she was nothing other than an annoyance to Candy. Perhaps she had come instead of John?

“Hello, Candy.”

His voiced curled around her neck and into her ear like a tongue. Her eyes half closed before turning around to see him.

“How are you?”

“Fine,” she whispered with a false coyness and playful bashfulness that allowed her to purposefully avoid his gaze, instead looking down at… Oh yes, it was as she remembered it.

A lick of her lips, “And how are you?”

“He’s fine.” Henrietta was now beside them. She brushed her wavy blonde hair back over her ear and with not too much subtlety, eased him away. A quick glance back over her shoulder told Candy to keep her distance.

She sat down. John and Henrietta sat down. And then in walked another woman. She was tall, with long auburn hair over her shoulders. She was wearing a dress suit with a yellow shirt underneath.

“Good afternoon. My name is Wendy Harleson. I am the assistant to Mr. Erton, the solicitor who has drawn together the estate of Mr. Lumley. I have, I’m afraid, some bad news. Mr. Erton has been delayed by foreign affairs and he will not be arriving until tomorrow morning. He was caught in a meeting in Strasbourg and unfortunately, with all the labor strife underway in France, he cannot catch a plane until tomorrow morning.”

Candy had flown in with plans to leave as early the next morning as possible.

“He has, however, extended invitations to you all to stay the evening at Lumley Manor. A full dinner has been arranged and there are rooms for each of you, if you wish. And any extra travel arrangements that need to be made will be paid for, of course, by Mr. Erton.”

They had no real choice. Candy couldn’t take planes back and forth. And while John and Henrietta had driven, it was a five hour drive. They all agreed to stay.

“Fine then, feel free to wander around the manor. Miss Morton (Candy had chosen to keep her mother’s name), you can have the room at the far end of the hallway upstairs. Mr. Inton (John) you can have the room on the right, at the far end. And Miss Wharton (Henrietta) you can have the room on the right, closest to the stairs. I will have the room on the left. Dinner will be served in one hour.”

I won’t bore you with the culinary tete-de-tete. Suffice to say Candy strained to catch every glimpse of John’s crotch, each tight sight causing her to inhale a little harder to try to catch his attention. After dinner Candy retired to her room, overhearing John tell Henrietta that he’d be taking a shower. She heard Henrietta’s door close, and then the bathroom door. She heard the shower go on, and she imagined…
She imagined his shirt coming off. A hard body underneath, small nipples, a washboard stomach. She imagined his pants unbuttoning, his fly sliding down, his pants over his knees and on the floor. She imagined his underwear, the outline of his cock protruding even without an erection. The balls hanging loosely, constantly busy creating delicious salty cum. He slides them down, his cock pops out. His legs are muscular and firm, she wants to lick his ass, reach around and slide her fingers over his balls, stroke up his cock.

This was simply too much. John was NAKED in the next room. She slowly opened her door. A slight creak, Candy looked around and waited. Nothing moved. She heard the shower stop. She crept down the hallway and to the bathroom door. She slowly turned the handle, barely leaned against the door…

“John’s in there.” It was Henrietta. She had come up the hallway behind Candy. Candy stopped. “Oh, I didn’t know.”

Henrietta was wearing her underwear, a black lace-fronted bra and thin-strap bikini panties. “Candy, can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“What is that perfume you’re wearing?”

“Oh, it’s Sun Moon Stars.”

“Would you mind if I borrowed some. It’d drive John crazy.”

Candy grimaced. “Sure.”

Henrietta followed her down the hall and back into Candy’s room.

“Here it is.” Candy handed her the bottle. Henrietta opened it, took out the applicator. She slowly wiped perfume onto her neck, onto her wrist, and onto her inner thigh. “He likes to smell perfume here.” Candy rolled her eyes and turned away.

“He’s never fucked a black girl before, you know.”

Candy turned back. “Excuse me.”

“He’s told me, he’s never fucked a black girl before. Not by choice, you understand. Simply fate. There’s never been one that approached him.”

Candy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Not the unbelievability of it, just the audacity of having to sit through a description of the sex life of a man she’d love to fuck.

“What is it with black women? Why are they so shy when it comes to white men?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, John’s a good-looking guy. He’s tall, well-built, hung like a fucking bull. He’s been asked out by lots of women, but never by a black woman. Why is that?”

“I can’t speak for anyone else. Just because I’m black doesn’t mean that I have any more in common with someone else just because they’re black also.”

“No, no. I’m not saying that. It’s just…”

Henrietta turned to look in the mirror, bending over to apply a little more perfume to her neck, her bum sticking out towards Candy.

“I mean, you MUST think John’s a great guy.”

Candy turned away. “Sure.”

“And he’s really good-looking. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“So you’ve never wanted to fuck him?”

Candy dropped to the bed. In the mirror she wasn’t sure if that was a grin on Henrietta’s lips. Was she just pushing Candy, trying to taunt her into something? Candy decided to go for it, push back, see if Henrietta could take it.

“Sure I’ve wanted to fuck him.”

Henrietta turned around. “So why haven’t you asked him then?”

“Because he’s with you.”

“Oh that wouldn’t stop him. He’s too much like your father. You should ask him, tell him you’d like to suck his cock, he loves that. It’s his birthday in a couple of days, tell him you’re my gift to him. He’ll understand.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Just go down the hallway, knock on the door. No, don’t even knock, just walk in. He’s probably got a hard-on as we speak. Just go down and walk in and say ‘Henrietta says Happy Birthday’. He’ll get a kick out of it. You will too, he’ll fuck you ’till you’re sore.”

Candy just sat there on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t believe this. Henrietta was standing there telling her to go and fuck John. This just did not make sense. So she got up, walked to her door, opened it, and turned back to Henrietta.

“Just go, trust me.”

She walked down the hallway and stopped outside John’s door. She thought for a second, adjusted her hair, and opened the door.

John turned around. He was naked. Everything Candy had imagined was true. The perfect chest, the perfect legs. His big fat balls, his big long fat cock. This was big. “Meat.” That’s all Candy could think.
She stammered out the words. “Henrietta says Happy Birthday.”

John stood silent for a second. And then two things happened. He smiled. And his cock began to rise, jerk itself up the way big cocks do. He turned and looked at her. Candy didn’t need any more invitation than that now-hardening bone. She unbuttoned her riding pants, slid them down over her tight ass, pulled off her shirt, and jumped down in front of John. She looked up at him, and she grinned. She positioned herself under the head of his cock, still semi-limp, still hanging down, and moved her mouth up over the head. She took all the head into her mouth and then closed her lips, sucking back down towards the tip.

She moved up again, this time taking her hands off the floor so that she could get more dick in her mouth, and again, after going halfway up the shaft, she closed her lips together and slid them down to the tip. She reached up, held the cock in her left hand, and licked the hole, tickling the hole with her tongue. With her right hand, she cupped his balls, rolling them against each other, sending a chill down her spine. John bent over her body, reached down and smacked her ass. She returned the favour, reaching around behind him with her right hand and sliding her middle finger along the crack of his ass. She was sucking more furiously now, her hand was stroking his cock into her mouth. She applied a little more pressure with her other hand and found his asshole. With one hand she pulled his cock tight, pushed her mouth down to the base of his shaft, and with the other hand she slipped her middle finger an inch or two up his ass. He winced, the pleasure was unbearable. Henrietta knew how to give a blowjob but Candy was a fucking fellatio-goddess. They moved slowly backwards the few steps to the bed, Candy never letting up sucking. John sat back, forcing Candy’s finger further up his ass, Candy got up off her knees, bent over, her ass and legs spread, her mouth wrapped around John’s magnificent pole. She had become primal, she could smell the sweat of his balls, all she wanted was a mouthful. He was bucking, uncontrollable. Candy focused on his body. She opened her eyes, looked up at him, his head flung back in ecstasy. She was in control.

That was when she felt something against her ass. A probe. She looked back over her shoulder, still jerking John’s cock. Henrietta was standing behind her. Candy looked down. Henrietta was wearing a jet-black strap-on dildo. It was dripping with some sort of oil and Henrietta was licking her lips. Henrietta moved forward and pushed the plastic cock up against Candy’s ass. Candy remembered John, who was now looking up and smiling with the knowledge that suggested there was more planning here than Candy had been led to believe. Candy didn’t care. She had John’s horse-dick in her throat and another dick, who cares if it’s plastic, another dick behind her. Henrietta pressed against Candy’s asshole. Candy parted her legs even more. Henrietta grabbed both Candy’s ass cheeks and spread them apart and with a slow determination, pushed the first inch of the dildo into Candy’s ass. Candy’s eyes widened. She threw herself down onto John’s cock, gagging. She pulled back just as Henrietta pushed in another inch.

Every inch Henrietta squeezed into Candy, Candy squeezed her finger another inch into John’s butt. John was pumping his whole body. Henrietta had pushed six inches into Candy’s rear and was now pulling out. She got a rhythm, started pumping Candy, every third or fourth push she’s smack Candy’s ass. Candy sucked and sucked, John couldn’t hold on anymore. Henrietta pumped Candy’s tight black ass, pushing the plastic cock into her and out, into her and out. Candy started to come. Her body stiffened, she threw herself back onto the dildo. She felt the plastic balls hit her clit and she shivered. Her body tightened and it exploded. She had most of John’s cock in her mouth, one finger up his ass, and the other hand squeezing those big fucking nuts, when the first jolt of cum hit the back of her throat. She took two or three, almost a mouthful, before she pulled it out. She swallowed what she had and was greeted with a shot right onto her lips, another right up over her left eye, and another, as she lifted her head up, landed on her chin. John was done. She used his dick to wipe off her face and sucked the cum off the head, causing John to shake whenever that vicious tongue touched his sensitive head. She wiped her face clean, used her thumb to squeeze the last of the cum out of his cock and onto her tongue, swallowed it, and looked up at him and said “I want some more.”

John collapsed, Henrietta pulled out and stood smiling behind Candy, and Candy reached back and pushed her index finger into her ass. She leaned forward onto the bed, onto John’s legs, and lay there with her finger twitching inside her asshole.

The next morning Henrietta was up early. She left Candy and John in bed and went out into the hallway. She was wearing a thin red teddy and a pair of panties that revealed the black bush so tightly held behind them. She walked to the bathroom and as she reached for the handle the door swung open. Out came Wendy, Mr. Erton’s assistant. She had just taken a shower and had wrapped a towel around herself. Her long auburn hair, still wet, hung down over the back of the towel.

“Oh, hi,” she greeted Henrietta.

“Good morning.”

Wendy then walked down the hall and into her room. Henrietta went into the bathroom and began her shower. She stepped into the steamy cubicle and let the water slide over her body, dripping onto her shoulders, down over her breasts, across her flat stomach, and between her legs. She rubbed the soap over her belly, up underneath the pert tits, slowly massaging the nipples, teasing and rubbing them until they began to stiffen. She pulled at them as her other hand slid down between her legs. She didn’t feel the need to masturbate, simply to touch herself lightly and gently. She caressed her ass with the soap, slid a finger into her asshole and pumped, just two or three times. She then rinsed off her body and just stood and let the water soothe her.

When she was done she stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself. She used the towel she had brought with her to dry her hair and then she wrapped it around her head to keep the hair in place. Looking around, she took one of the towels from the towel rack and began to use it to dry herself. As she was doing this, she noticed that in the wall behind where the towel had just been there was a small hole, not more than a half an inch in diameter. She kneeled down and looked at it. She could see light coming through it and she looked closer. The hole looked into the bedroom next to the bathroom, Wendy’s room, and Henrietta could see that Mr. Erton had in fact arrived this morning. Wendy was on her bed sucking on a man’s fingers, a man Henrietta presumed was Mr. Erton. Wendy was naked and on her knees. Mr. Erton was also naked, his large cock hanging between his legs. It was a thick uncircumcised thing, swinging as he rolled his hips back and forth, dry-humping the air. All Henrietta could imagine was her mouth straining to contain all of that cock. Then, as if spurred on by Henrietta’s thoughts, Wendy leaned forward and slid that monster into her mouth. Wendy was certainly a talented girl. She slid the entire thing, perhaps twelve inches, into her mouth and throat without skipping a beat. Then she slipped her mouth down and off it. She straightened up and kissed Mr. Erton, sliding her tongue out of his mouth and down over his chin. She then lay back on the bed, her head resting only inches from where Henrietta was watching. Mr. Erton, his cock hardening and thickening, straddled her chest and placed his cock between Wendy’s tits.

Wendy squeezed them together to form a channel into which Mr. Erton began to pump. With every forward thrust his cock popped into her mouth and she sucked hurriedly. He began to pump faster, she squeezed her tits together, using the nipples to pull them towards each other. Henrietta was kneeling, her own hand between her legs, two fingers in her sopping cunt. She was flicking her clit with her thumb, gasping, her mouth opening and closing with Wendy’s, as if it was Henrietta that was gulping on that bone. Mr. Erton’s head snapped back, his face turned red, and then with one explosion after another, cum splattered out of his cock. The first shot careened up Wendy’s face, covering her left eye. Then more came out as Wendy lifted her head up to catch it in her mouth. The next shot missed Wendy, shot up over her left shoulder, and hit the hole in the wall, seeping partially through. Henrietta couldn’t resist slipping her tongue into the hole and sucking the jizz into her mouth. She moved it around her mouth before swallowing it with a satisfied grin. She looked back through but couldn’t see anything because of the film of sperm now blocking the hole, too far back for Henrietta’s tongue to scoop it out. She furiously pumped her pussy and fell backwards, her legs partially in the air, her cunt grasping at her hand as she enjoyed a massive orgasm.

After laying on the bathroom floor for a few seconds she got up, quickly dressed, and ran back to her room. As she was about to enter, Mr. Erton came out of Wendy’s room, his cock still thick and full in his underwear. Henrietta glanced at it and then at his face and then turned and left him in the hallway.

Later, Candy was out perusing the grounds, when she ran into John. He smiled suspiciously and walked away from her. He went into the shed behind the grand house. It was a small wooden building, painted purple years ago, the paint now hardened and the windows stuck. Candy opened the door and there was John. He was sitting on top of some wooden crates that he’d piled together to form a haphazard chair. His pants were down, his underwear was around his knees, and his massive cock was sitting upright as he stroked it all the way from the purple head down to the tight hairy balls and all the way back up to the tip, now covered with a thin film of translucent pre-cum. Candy didn’t waste any time. She skipped over and collapsed onto her knees. She pushed his hands away, taking hold of that thing for herself. For a second she just looked at it, staring at the hole. Then she leaned forward and stuck her tongue into it, the tip penetrating the head of John’s cock and sending him blushing and flustering and gasping for air. He grabbed the crates to stop from falling as Candy forced her tongue farther into the hole, prying it apart, digging for jizz.

The door opened behind her and in walked Patrick, the butler. “Can anyone join in here?” Patrick was a tall slender black man, with sensuous thick lips and a dark ,almost black skin. He walked over behind Candy and unzipped his pants and slid out his own cock. It fell onto Candy’s right shoulder and she came up off John’s cock. She reached up and grabbed it and squeezed, and then she pulled it into her mouth. Back and forth, in and out of her hungry mouth. She let go and went back to John. Patrick walked around beside John so that Candy could feed on both of them. Two cocks, thick and veiny, pumping into her mouth. She could taste the difference between them, nothing particular, no sensation that would ever distinguish it as someone’s personal taste, but there was definitely a difference.

Just as Candy was getting a nice smooth rhythm, going down on John, right down to the nuts, and then coming up again before going down on Patrick, the door opened again. Nigel, the gardener came in, probably to get some tool to use in the garden. He looked over and his eyebrows shot up.
“Goodness me. What’s going on here then?”

“The girl’s a little hungry,” said Patrick without turning to look at Nigel. Nigel came over, and kneeled down beside Candy. “Here, why don’t you concentrate on him,” he said, motioning to Patrick. He then slid John’s cock into his own mouth. Candy thought this was incredible. She watched as this man, this hairy, beautiful man, slid John’s cock in and out of his mouth. She looked up at John who showed no signs of wanting this to stop. And then she turned and began working on Patrick. She sucked and pulled on his balls. Then she let go and slipped her shirt up and over her head. Her firm tits popped out and she grabbed Patrick’s rod and started smacking her nipples with it. They were full and erect and she rubbed them against the head of Patrick’s cock. She tried to force one of them into the hole but it was too thick to go in. She then stood up and kissed Patrick on the mouth. She turned around, pulled down her shorts, and bent over revealing that perfect ass to Patrick. He knew what to do, leaning forward and prying the cheeks apart. He began kissing and licking all over her cheeks.

Nigel was now holding John’s hands as he bobbed faster up and down on his cock. He pushed one hand up to John’s face and John began sucking on his ring finger. Sliding it in and out of John’s mouth, John used his teeth to form resistance and grated them against Nigel’s hand.

Candy had reached up, still bent over, and grabbed Patrick’s cock. She was jerking it, sliding her hand from the base to the tip. Patrick had by this point slid his tongue into her asshole and was fucking her ass with his tongue. Nigel came up off John’s cock and kissed his, continuing to pull and jerk his cock. John began to shoot and Nigel went back down to catch the cream on his face. Then Patrick began to cum. Candy turned around, fell to her knees, and slid the huge black shaft into her mouth. Patrick shot wave after wave of hot cum into Candy’s mouth. She could hardly contain it all before swallowing a massive load and coming up off her knees with the most exasperated look on that cute black face. John collapsed backwards and Nigel got up and wiped off his face with a rag.

Sex-vacation-resort-drnights
Jul 18

The Hitchhikers

Cum in their mouth sex story bisexual femalesThe Hitchhikers

I’d like to start this story with just a bit of background. I am average height, okay maybe a little short at 5’6″. I’m in my 40’s, okay, so I’m 45. A bit overweight at 140; slightly balding; okay maybe more than slightly and I wear glasses. I’m married; I love my wife but lately our sex life has been slow.

I am in sales management and travel around the country. This adventure happened on my last sales trip. I was going to be on the road for a week visiting several cities not too far from home and decided to drive my car.

I left home bright and early Monday morning. I drove four hours; made my first set of appointments; got some good orders; checked into my motel; and went out for more meetings; and was finally driving to the motel.

It had been hot; really hot all day and I was looking forward to ordering dinner to my room and maybe jumping in the pool. I had worn a suit and I had been sweating and sticky – it was that kind of hot summer day with lots of East Coast humidity and heat.

It was around 7 PM and all of a sudden, thunderstorm. Pelting rain so hard one could barely see. As I slowed down and got over into the right lane; thinking about stopping and waiting the storm out; I noticed two figures huddled under newspapers braving the elements; one of whom had their thumb out begging for a ride.

I drive a lot in my job either in my own car or rental cars and from time to time I see hitchhikers – almost always men who look so dirty that I would never consider giving them a ride. Hardly ever have I seen female hitchhikers. Now, of course, we men know it is every man’s fantasy to pick up a lady hitchhiker and have a torrid sexual fling…but how many times have we actually seen lady hitchhikers!

Anyway, there were these two people, I couldn’t tell if they were men or women, old or young; but I knew that I would hate to be out in this storm. So, I pulled over to the shoulder; pressed down the passenger window and yelled out – get in if you want a ride.

That’s when I got a better look at the two. As the newspapers went flying in their mad dash for the car; I suddenly realized I was giving a ride to two young women. They both jumped in the back seat. After they got settled, I puled out onto the highway.

“Thanks, mister, we were waiting for the bus when it started to rain and we decided to hitch a ride rather than keep waiting in the rain”, said the girl who got in first.

“Just move my books and briefcase to the side. So, where are you going, I’m not from around here so you will have to give me directions.” I replied.

“Neither are we”, said the second girl. “My name is Alice and my friend is Joanne. We were going to take a bus to the main station and head to Charlotte.”

“That’s where I’m headed tomorrow.” I replied not thinking about what I was saying. “And my name’s Dave.”

“Cool, maybe we could get a ride with you, we have gas money.” Joanne said.

Now my brain was starting to work. Okay, if I gave them a ride, where would they stay? Or, could I pick them up in the morning, and what about my appointments for tomorrow; luckily I had not scheduled any morning appointments due to the three hour drive.

“Sure, that can work.” I answered “So, where do I take you tonight and is that where I’ll pick you up in the morning?”

Silence. Neither girl spoke for a few minutes; I was concentrating on driving although the rain was finally slowing down. I looked in the rear view mirror for my first real look at the pair. Despite being wet from the rain, I realized that both were very attractive, maybe early 20’s; Alice was a brunette with short hair and glasses, and Joanne appeared to be tall, blonde with shoulder length hair.

“Mister”, Joanne finally spoke, “we were planning on spending the night in the bus terminal, we’re a little short on cash.”

Now, my brain had to go into overdrive. Here I was with two attractive girls young enough to be my daughters, who were in need of a ride and shelter and short on cash.

My motel room was furnished with a king bed and had a sofa and although I didn’t really want to sleep on the sofa, my reaction was to offer my room.

I explained the arrangements and offered them the bed; warning them that it was a single room and there was no real privacy for them. I also offered to share dinner figuring they probably could use a meal.

Again, there was silence. Then I heard them whispering. Still no answer. I thought that I had probably committed a cardinal sin and that they were going to leap out of the car at the next stop sign.

“Mister, that is awfully nice, but we don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“Listen, girls, I’d like to do this for you, it is not an inconvenience, but only if you stop calling me Mister!”

That got a laugh from both of them. “Okay, its a deal.”

We continued talking through the drive. They told me that they had been following a rock band tour and now that the tour was over they were heading to Charlotte to meet some friends.

We got back to the motel. It had stopped raining. They grabbed their packs and followed me to the room.

Once inside, I offered them the use of the bathroom first and asked if pizza would be okay. Both girls smiled and disappeared into the bathroom.

I surveyed the room. Okay, it is a big room, that is why I like this chain of motels, but for three people and two of them are girls, I wondered. I went down the hall and got some extra towels form the service room. I ordered dinner and it arrived before the girls were out of the bathroom.

“Dinner’s here”, I announced and opened one of the boxes. As I started to eat the first slice; Alice walked into the room. I could have choked; as all she was wearing was a towel, and it barely hid her cute ass, and I mean cute. I managed to get through the bite and asked if she enjoyed the shower.

“Oh, it was great, we haven’t showered in a couple of days.” Joanne then spoke from around the corner “I don’t think we left you any hot water, sorry.” I was about to answer when she turned the corner in a tank top.

Okay, now I am a normal red blooded male, and this tank top was going to make me crazy, I realized very quickly. First, it did little to hide her breasts which were at least 38D’s; with huge nipples that were pushing the fabric to its limits. And if that wasn’t enough; although it was long, it barely covered her bottom. And third, when she bent over in front of me to pick up some pizza, her tits were completely visible. I could feel my dick straining in my pants.

I thought, I better get a grip before I might do something stupid. I wolfed down another piece of pizza and then headed to the bathroom, trying not to stare at either of them. When I was safely in the bathroom I stroked myself a few times and began wondering if that show had been for me or just their normal behavior and I wondered how do I find out? I changed into my running shorts and a T shirt.

When I came out, they had turned on the TV and were lounging on the bed. Alice was laying face down on the bed while Joanne was giving her a back rub. Alice’s towel was under her and yes, she was naked; her cute ass uncovered.

Oh, great I thought, now if Joanne’s tank top isn’t enough to drive me crazy, this surely will.

So, at that moment, I decided to forget the gentlemen thing; “I have some great massage oil in my bag with olive, sesame, and almond oils. It has a hint of lavender and truly is exotic. Would you like me to get it?”

Alice said it would be great. So I dug out the lotion. (You know its the boy scout thing always be prepared…)

“Since its my oil, I get to use it”, I said. And I climbed onto the bed with the lotion. “Its best when its warm but this’ll have to do”, and I poured some on her back and began to work her shoulders and lower back.

Okay, modesty aside, I do give great back rubs, I have strong hands and I guess its my sensitive side. Anyway, I worked on Alice’s arms and legs. Joanne was watching us from less than a foot away.

As I worked my hands up her inner thighs, Alice let out a long low moan; and slightly raised her butt in the air. I kept working on her thighs and then began to work her butt cheeks. More oil, slowly kneading her smooth flesh in small circles. Alice moaned again and began to push her ass against my hands. “Oh, this feels so good” Alice moaned. So far I really hadn’t touched any of her private parts. Okay, so maybe, I had lightly grazed some of her pussy hairs but ever so lightly. I poured more oil on her ass and I started caressing her ass and rubbing her with long slow movements from her pussy to her anus. She had raised her ass several inches off the bed by now and was rotating her hips in small circles and breathing hard.

I had been concentrating on Alice I had forgotten Joanne. (Now how that was possible with her tank top, I’ll never know). “Oh, its so hot in here” and Joanne pulled her tank top off freeing her gorgeous tits and she gabbed the oil from me and poured the oil over her tits and began rubbing and pulling on her nipples. As exciting as that was to watch, Alice’s rotating hips brought me back into focus.

Her vagina glistened with a mixture of the oil and her sweet young juices. I pushed three fingers into her love hole and held them in tight. Alice screamed in delight. Then I began to pull my fingers out and slam them back into her making sure to graze her clit on each stroke. She was now bucking her hips to meet my fingers and raised herself up on her elbows and knees for greater penetration. We continued like this for several minutes. She was now slamming her body on my fingers with each stroke.

Peeking back at Joanne, I saw that her entire body was shining from oil and sweat and she had one hand furiously rubbing her clit and the other hand’s fingers sawing in and out of her own pussy. I reached out with one hand and tweaked her nipple. That sent over the edge into a screaming orgasm.

At this point I realized I was still wearing all my clothes. No matter. I rolled underneath Alice’s hips and began lashing her puffed clit with my tongue. I kept my hand inside her pussy. With my other hand I eased her ass lips with the oil and slowly worked a finger into her. She was thrashing and it was hard to concentrate on baseball scores (Okay, so that’s what I do to keep from coming..that’s my secret…). Anyway, her breathing became hard panting and then she tightened up and let all her breath out in one huge explosion and collapsed on top of me.

Joanne had recovered and also realized that I was still in my clothes. She stood over me and pulled my shorts and briefs off. And then she descended to my cock and began to devour me. Her lips traveled up one side of my dick and down the other while her tongue left a trail of saliva and made sure to caress every inch. I was in heaven, pure delight. Alice had rolled off to the side and was lying there spent.

Joanne then got up, I was about to complain, as she had me throbbing with satisfaction; when I realized she was squatting over me lowering her red hot body down onto me and impaling herself with my dick. She was raising up and slamming down against me as hard as she could. Not to be left out, I reached up with my hands and latched onto her tits rubbing and stroking her flesh as best as I could as she was pounding me. We adjusted our position to the center of the bed and she slowed down so I could raise my upper body as she sat on me to suck on her nipples. My face went back and forth between her breasts which were hanging down like grapes from a vine, plump and juicy and I would bite and pull on a nipple whenever I could. Our bodies were in synch my upward thrusts matching her downward pushing. Her head rolled back and she began crying out in pleasure.

Alice had meanwhile recovered and sat behind Joanne wrapping her legs and arms around her squeezing her tits and nipples as well. Joanne slammed down and then held herself against me pushing in the throes of pleasure. Looking at this gorgeous young woman totally immersed in pleasure was too much for me and I began raising my hips in rapid fire motion pounding into her. Until I came. Just as I started to come, Joanne realized and slid off me and engulfed my dick with her mouth yelling “I want you to come in my mouth” Of course she only got part of that sentence out as my sperm hit the back of her mouth. Alice dove down as well and began licking my balls and the base of my dick.

Now, usually, in my home sex life, it is once, and once only. But I think that with two nubile nymphs fondling and sucking my dick; well, that was enough stimulation to keep me hard. I don’t think I ever went completely soft.

“My turn” said Alice, and she lay down on her back holding her legs apart in a V up in the air. “Put that big boy inside me NOW” Hey its a dirty job, but somebody’s got to do it, right?

“Not yet” cooed Joanne as she poured some more oil on Alice’s pussy and then gave Alice’s clit a few good licks with her tongue. “She’s almost ready”.

And so was I. I positioned myself and Joanne held my dick with one hand and Alice’s clit with the other hand. As she stroked my dick to fullness she guided my dick to Alice’s clit and then began to rub the tip of my dick over her swollen clit. Back and forth. Up and Down. Side to side.

Alice was crying “Yes, Yes, more, more, inside me now..”

That’s when Joanne stuffed my dick into her friends pussy. And I sank all the way in on the first thrust. And the second, and the third. I couldn’t stop, and I was thrusting into her as hard as I could. Her tits were moving with each thrust faster and faster rolling in circles. Joanne sensing I was ready to explode told me to come all over Alice’s tits; so at the last second I pulled out and let loose a stream of cum (amazing for a second orgasm) all over Alice’s tits and face.

Joanne kissed my dick and lovingly caressed it softly massaging my shrinking member.

Alice lay on the bed with her legs still spread wide, licking the sperm off her face and tits.

I lay down next to Alice. I looked over and managed to say “Did you enjoy your massage?” Alice laughed. Joanne lay down against my back.

That’s how we fell asleep, the three of us curled together.

Something tickled me awake. I was on my back. It was semi dark in the room. The shades had not been drawn, so the outdoor lights were the only light. What was tickling me awake was Joanne, lightly caressing my body with her long fingernails. She must have been doing this for some time because I was rock hard and erect, pointing to the ceiling. As she realized I was awake she began to use her tongue to massage my chest. She sucked on my nipples and although before this moment I have never been stimulated by this, she hit a nerve that was a direct line to my dick. I began rolling my hips trying to reach her mouth with my dick. Of course, she was taking her time getting there.

As I was slowly awakening I saw that Alice was in front of the window, I could see her outline against the street lights. She was dancing, swaying. I then realized she was stroking her tits and rubbing her entire body. Her back was to me, she was facing the street. As I watched spellbound, I also realized that she was coming towards me step by step.

Joanne was still working my upper body with her tongue. My dick was still straining for human touch and she was not being agreeable as her hands and tongue were all over me but not anywhere near my dick.

Alice was now standing over me, still dancing, still rubbing herself. She began swaying faster and faster rotating her hips and I could just make out her breasts moving in the darkness.

Joanne grabbed my dick and held it straight up, as Alice lowered her body onto mine and descended in one swift movement engulfing my dick. Here I was half asleep, being played with by these two girls. Joanne held the base of my shaft with one hand and Alice’s ass with the other. Alice’s back faced me as she rose up and down on my dick. She was riding it hard. She began moaning and crying out and came down hard once more and held down her thighs tightened squeezing my dick and her entire body shuddered in delight.

Joanne let go and swung her legs over me lowering her pussy over my head. Now I was definitely awake, and proceeded to give her a proper tongue lashing. Her pussy was so sweet it tasted like strawberry jam. As best I could with Alice squatting impaled on my dick, and Joanne squatting over my head; I reached up and caressed Joanne’s tits. These were truly wonderful tits with large puffed and pointy nipples. I was thrusting my dick into Alice and my tongue was in overdrive.

Alice lifted off me; I couldn’t see what she was doing as I was buried in Joanne’s vagina. Alice must have turned around because she wrapped her tits around my dick. She began to rock on my dick giving me the tit fuck of the century. I mean soft and smooth and pure heaven. It felt as good as her pussy and as good as her mouth. She pulled away and Joanne grabbed my dick and stuffed it into her mouth as we were now in a 69 position. She sucked my dick and scratched my balls and took me entirely into her mouth.

You know, us super studs (yeah, right) can only last so long. So, I exploded in Joanne’s mouth; as she pushed her clit hard onto my tongue. My head was still buried in Joanne’s bottom when I felt Alice’s tongue on my dick as well as Joanne’s tongue.

Joanne and I rolled onto our sides. Panting trying to catch our breath, when Alice said,

“So where are you headed after Charlotte, we’d like to come along for the ride!”

Of course, that will be my second story. And it will include their friends Rick and Stan and Cindy who we picked up in Charlotte. My oh my, I never anticipated all this when I left on this business trip.

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