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                                                            Campers Delight

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                                                               A. G. Thomas



Are you sure that fancy MacIntosh of yours can do it Johnny Brad asked. "Well.... not by itself it can't, but to answer your question yes I can do it. Hell you saw the pictures of Seth's sister that I edited with just Aperture. Now I've got Final Cut Pro too, so yeah damn tooting I can do it. All you have to do is get the shots that we talked about then leave the rest to me."

Late the next day a broadly grinning Brad handed his digital camera to Johnny so that he could upload what was stored on its video chip. Minutes later, but what seemed like an eternity to the boys, the screen filled with nearly four dozen photos of the beautiful camp counselor Regina Larkin. That Brad had photographed her from nearly every conceivable angle and in various situations with the nine and ten year old boys that she supervised was not only a plus but would make Johnny's job easier.

As Johnny glanced over them his eyes fastened on one in particular. A perfectly innocent one if viewed as taken but one that after he got through with it it would be the most damaging. Again letting his eyes move over the photos he picked out several more he found rather appealing and which by the time he finished his magic would be downright sinful. The thought that any one of the altered photos would not only get her arrested but labeled a child molester if she didn't submit to his demands appealed to him.

Using the ten or so photographs of her in her bikini teaching the young boys to swim, not only as a guide to accurately depict her measurements but miniscule muscle tone as well he highlighted the photo he'd first chosen. With the click of a button his screen filled with her squatting in the midst of her preteen charges. Her graceful hands were on the hips of two of the boys to either side of her and she was smiling up at the young ten year old right in front of her as a half dozen others stood arranged around her in a semi circle.

As he stared at the picture he did not see what was before him. What he saw, what his mind envisioned was the finished product. Oh sweet fucking Christ this is going to be so mother fucking hot he muttered silently as with great care yet practiced grace he brushed out her halter top and shorts. With as much care as before he filled in and blended her coppery skin tone where her clothes had been. Satisfied with his efforts his attention shifted to the young boys.

He thought about removing every boy's clothes, but that would be overkill and totally out of character in an outdoor setting. No, better to simply do those directly before and to either side of her. Over the next hour and a half or so three boy's pants were bunched about their ankles and their little two and three inch boners were standing out proudly as if straining for her attention. With great care and attention to shadows and detail he lightly indented the two boy's hips where her fingers were touching so as to make it look as if she were encouraging them to come closer.

With a smile lighting his face he leaned back looking at the end result. Would she, unlike the boys be naked he mused. Yes, all the better to excite and arouse her little charges as well as to leave no doubt in their young minds that she wanted them and that she was theirs to enjoy. Clothes, oh fucking Christ her clothes. If she'd removed them where where they?

For long immeasurable minutes he looked intently at the picture pondering where she would have discarded her clothes. Then with daft strokes he placed her crumbled halter top halfway between herself and the youngster whose hip her left hand was upon. Again looking at the picture he decided that the best place for her shorts was also to her left yet not directly upon but slightly touching her blouse and closer to her. Thus realistically making it appear as if both had been carelessly discarded after their hurried removal.

Again looking at the results he pondered whether or not he should bother with inserting bra and panties. No, sluts didn't bother with such apparel, especial in a situation such as the photograph was depicting. After another careful inspection of the finished product he saved and moved to the next photo. Several hours later in the wee hours of the mourning, though still having four photos to alter, he was just to tired to go on. Figuring it was better to be safe then sorry he shut down his powerbook.

In the few hours of sleep he did manage to get during that third night of camp a very naked Regina Larkin was prominent in his dreams. Breakfast then lunch and in-between each a pestering and eager Brad. Yet by 2:48 that afternoon the boy's were appraising his handy work. Pulling each photo up in turn and enlarging it to fill his seventeen inch screen he studied each carefully with a critical and appraising eye. Finally satisfied that even an expert would hesitate in declaring with certainty that the photos were any thing but what they were purported to be he made a folder for them then shut down his powerbook.

Hey what's going on? I thought you were going to print out copies so we could confront her Brad huffed. "And how pray tell do you think I can do that? Do you see a printer anywhere on my bed or in my locker. Or did you expect me to just pull one out of my ass shit head." "Well what the fuck are we gonna do" screeched a nearly frantic and disappointed Brad. For several long minutes Johnny sat in silence thinking while his new found friend and coconspirator Brad paced up and down muttering wasted, all wasted, now we'll never get in her pants.

"Don't be to sure" Johnny chuckled as he again opened his MacBook Pro. "What I'm about to do will be a hell of a lot more convincing then a hundred doctored photographs." An hour later Brad was staring dumbstruck at a web site that with a simple push of a button would be on the worldwide web. Since Johnny knew his moms credit card number paying for the space and even setting up an account for people to pay their membership fees to had been no problem.

All that remained now was to confront the girl of their dreams, show her what they had and explain to her what would happen if she didn't spread her legs. Disconnecting the power cord Johnny put his MacBook to sleep then closed the lid. With the battery fully charged there would be no problem in showing her what they had. Hell he could let her stare at each photo as long as she wanted and with him tapped into the camps computer system uploading her future web site even somewhere other then their cabin was as simple as a click of a button if need be.

Together with picking up his computer and telling Brad to bring his video camera he strutted out the door in search of Regina. If not for her pausing and looking about before opening the door to the kitchen and slipping inside they would have missed her. As it was they almost missed her anyway for that was the last place either of them had expected her to be.   
 
Counselors didn't usually enter the kitchen, at least not when the grouchy old negro cook was preparing a meal. Their curiosity aroused the two fifteen year olds, while trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, hurried toward the kitchen. Less then a minute after Regina had entered they were peering through the screen door into what should have been a busy kitchen but was curiously empty. Pots where simmering on the stove, vegetables and other paraphernalia were scattered over the counter but no one was visible.

Though neither spoke each looked at the other as if asking where the hell was she. Even more puzzling to them though was where the hell was the Fat old negro cook and his three helpers. For a minute, maybe two, each looked at the other before Brad hissed try the door. To their utter amazement instead of it being locked as they had expected would be the case it swung open easily.

As they stepped inside the unspoken thought of each that hanky panky was going on vanished, yet where the hell was everyone. Looking at each other as if to confirm the others thoughts that if there had been hanky panky going on the door would have been locked they turned toward the doors leading into the dining room. But before they had taken a step a garbled moan from the opposite direction stopped them. Freezing like deer caught in a poachers spot light each slowly cocked his head listening intently for the sound to repeat itself.

Johnny was the first to move as the gurgling moan was repeated. Like a kid sneaking downstairs on Christmas morning, long before his parents had awaken, he tiptoed toward the large walk in pantry. Brad was a half a step behind and raising his camera as they stepped to the partially open pantry door just as for the third time the gurgling sputtering moan was repeated. This time though over riding it was a mirth filled raspy voice that each teenager knew all to well.

"That's it slut, that's it, suck that nigga's dick. Drain him of his sweet tasting black baby making jazz that you love so well bitch." A second later as if affirming the words and what the boys where hesitant yet eager to witness a guttural sputtering groin of God damn but this honky slut sucks a mean dick. As if one the boy's eyes flew to the five inch crack to peer disbelievingly into the pantry just in time to see the negro thrust and hold his loins tight to Rachel's flushed face.

He was so close that her nose was pressed into his belly leaving little doubt that even if he only had a five inch cock it was lodged in her throat. Even as Brad brought up his camera and snapped a shot of the depraved scene the negro pulled back till only the knob of his glistening black cock was between Regina's lips. "Swallow slut, swallow it all. Don't loose a fucking drop you nasty black cock loving slut" the negro whose cock she was sucking groaned.

The working of Rachel's throat, the claw like grasping of his dark thighs, all indications that she was endeavoring to comply were for naught though as cum mixed with saliva oozed from between her tightly clasping lips. When three shoots later the negro pulled from her mouth and even as her fingers pushed the stringy glob that had dribbled down her chin to her lips the fat negro cook growled "God damn it bitch he told you not to loose a fucking drop. What are you stupid? Can't your trashy white ass follow simply instructions from your nigga masters. I've a good mind to kick your skanky white ass out instead of letting the brother's slam dick to your white trash ass. Is that what you be wanting bitch? Does you want me to kick your skanky ass out of my kitchen without you getting breed? Well is it you fucking slut?"

To the boys surprise the kneeling Rachel began to cry. In-between sobs she pleaded with him not to kick her out, for him to please let them fuck her. For a second it looked as if her whimpering pleas had little effect on the slovenly fat cook but then he grinned evilly. "Well I'll let it slid this time bitch seeing as how this is only your third breeding. But disobey me or one of my boys again and so help me I don't give a shit if you announce over the PA system how much you love black pleasuring, won't none of us give you what you be wanting while you here. Got it?"

"Yes master. Thank you master, thank you for forgiving your worthless white trash cum slut." That she eagerly said the words while looking up into the ugly pock marked face of the obese negro cook stunned the boy's. They had been willing to bet anything that the negro's, just as they themselves had been about to do, were somehow forcing her to do their bidding.

"All right bitch, chuck them fucking clothes and lets get another look at that fine looking white body of yours" the grotesque negro cook chuckled. As she eagerly stood Brad quickly calculated his cameras ability if switched to movie mode. 4GB equals about 90 minutes minus the half dozen stills he'd already shot comes to a safe 1 hour of video. Pressing the movie button on his Canon PowerShot S5 1S digital camera he pointed it at the scene before them. That every word, every moan, every grunt, wheeze and slap of naked flesh against naked flesh would also be captured while in movie mode was deeply appreciated at that moment.

Over the next hour and forty three minutes, only an hour and seventeen of which was captured on film, the boys watched as one after the other then two and finally three at a time the four negro's used their dream girl as one would a two bit whore. In that hour and seventeen minutes her soul filled pleas for them to fuck her, for them to breed her, to give her a negro baby were captured in stereo. So too were the negro's taunts, their abusive demeaning demands as they repeatedly and continuously used her various orifices. Also captured was the unmistakable sound of naked flesh against naked flesh as well as the squishy sounds of cock drilling her sloppy cum filled holes.

Only when together with the slovenly fat cook pulling his spent cock from Regina's well used asshole and everyone, Regina included, begin to get dressed did the boy's move. But even as they were stepping back from the door the grotesque fat negro's contemptuous snickering command came to their ears. "Since the day after tomorrow is your day off and no one will think it strange if you leave camp I'll be taking your white ass into Charlotte tomorrow evening for a proper breeding.

Don't you be worrying none about what to wear slut cause I'll have a skimpy little flirt skirt and bikini top for you. Wouldn't do to have my little cum slut looking like other then what she is when I presents her to dah better then two dozen nigga's what's already paid me to breed her white trash ass now would it?. Now get your skanky...."

But the obese negro cooks last words went heard as the once scheming teenagers turned and rushed from the kitchen.

     

The Party

wildmanchuck on Group Stories

“Go on, it’ll do you good to get out”, suggested Tracy.

“Yeah, man.  There’ll be some hot girls there and you never know…”, added my best friend, and Tracy’s husband, Dave.

“I don’t know, it’s not been that long since Dawn and I split up”, I replied.

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words were hardly out of my mouth before Tracy laughed and replied in a mock stern voice, “ Not long, not long?  It’s been almost a year since that dirty bitch left you.  And who’s been picking up the pieces since then? Us!  Now don’t argue you’re coming with us at the weekend and you can show them girlies what they’ve been missing, boy!”

So that was it.  My mind appeared to have been made up for me.  I was going to a party on Friday with my best friend and his wife.  It had been nearly a year, as Tracy reminded me, since my wife had left me for some half-assed reason and, I suspect, another guy.  In that time I had not been out of the house except to go to work and to visit with Dave and Tracy once a week for a few beers and pizza.  On those nights we’d rent a couple of movies and get pretty wasted.  Sometimes, when it was Dave’s turn to choose the movies, we’d end up with at least one porno movie, always with the same theme – two guys fucking one girl.  Tracy would normally go to bed and leave us to watch the movie telling us to behave and not get up to anything too pervy, then wink and add unless she could watch.  Let me tell you, after those nights I would get home and jerk off with images of Tracy in my mind, I’d picture her going-down on us both before we fucked her.  I’d always fancied Tracy, and who wouldn’t?  She was 5’0”, with long dark hair, of slim build but with curves where they count and the sweetest looking 34B tits – she was hot!  Considering she was 38 she was very hot.  Dave and I are both 43, having known each other since our early teens, and funny enough we are of similar build – around 5’10” and what could be described as not quite athletic but by no means a pair of fat 40 somethings.

So that was Saturday and it was now Friday morning, the day of the party.  They had told me that the theme of the party was Heaven and Hell so everyone had to dress as something from either Heaven or Hell.  I had spent all week trying to think what to wear in the end I decided to keep it simple and bought a long white nightshirt added with a piece of bent wire wrapped in foil and I was an instant angel.  We had arranged that I would drive to Dave and Tracy’s and we would get a cab from there and after the party I would crash in their spare room.  I was like a nervous teenager waiting till it was time to make the five minute drive to their house.

When I got there Dave met me at the door, he was dressed as what he claimed was an imp.  His costume consisted of a pair of skin tight red leather shorts with a red tail sticking out the back, a three pointed fork, some plastic horns on his head and nothing else.  “Tracy’s just getting ready, she’ll be down in a minute.” He said as he greeted me at the door, “Come on I’ll get us some drinks.”

I sat on the sofa while he went to get us some beer.  Just as he got back with the beers and sat down in walked Tracy – I nearly dropped my bottle.  She looked amazing.  Like me she was an angel but unlike me she hadn’t kept it simple.  Oh she had the bent bit of wire wrapped in foil and was wearing all white but these were the only things we had in common.  She was wearing long, past her elbow,  silk gloves.  On the top half of her body she was wearing a lacy basque, and I’m sure I could make out the dark shapes of her nipples but I didn’t want to stare too long.  Moving down she had on a very short slightly flared skirt which only just covered the cheeks of her ass but made no attempt at covering the white suspenders she was using to hold up her lace top stockings.  Finally, on her feet, she was wearing a pair of quite high white stilettos. Holy shit she looked hot.

“What do you think guys?” she asked in a schoolgirl like voice.

Dave just whistled and I was speechless.

“I thought I’d be an angel, but a slightly naughty one.”

“You look real great”, I finally managed to say.

“Why thank you, sir.  Us angels will have to stick together to save each other from these horny devils.” She said to me with a wicked grin and a wink.

We all had a few more beers while we waited for the taxi.  Every time Tracy went to get the beers my eyes were glued to her ass as it wiggled under that short skirt. 

When the taxi arrived Tracy jumped in the back and Dave went to follow, “Oh no, Devils in the front and us angels in the back,” she said, holding her hand up in a stop sign.  Dave did as he was told and I joined Tracy in the back of the cab.  As we drove along I could not help but look at Tracy’s legs.  By the light of the passing street lights I could see the tops of her stockings and that her already short skirt had ridden up her legs when she sat down.  I could just make out what I thought was the crotch of her panties.

I could have stayed in the back of that cab all night but we soon arrived at the party.  Dave paid the drive while Tracy took my arm and lead me to the front door which was open.  Looking inside it appeared that most people had dressed with the same style as Dave and Tracy – very minimal and very sexy.  There were women in short skirts and pants and some with no skirts… just underwear.  The men were much the same and some were walking around with just thong pouch type pants on, I felt very overdressed.  “Come on, us angels need a drink.” Tracy declared, as she pulled me by the arm towards what was the bar.  Serving the drink, bathed in a red light, was a woman of about 50 wearing a g-string and nothing else, her entire body was painted red, I couldn’t decide if it was the light or if she was painted.  This turned out to be our hostess, Deborah.

Deborah and her husband had obviously thought hard about the party.  As we went from room to room, Tracy leading me, the lighting changed.  Some rooms had red lights, some blue and some had those black-light UV bulbs so that anything white shone out – it was that light which gave me a good idea that Tracy was either wearing a thong or no panties at all, because there was no shape on her ass were the panties should be.  As we continued our tour Tracy would stop and introduce me to people.  Most would give her a polite kiss on each cheek but as time went on some of the kisses got slightly more friendly with one guy giving her a long kiss on the mouth whilst his hand rubbed her legs.  After their embrace ended Tracy just winked at me and said that he was an old friend of hers.  As we passed from room to room I noticed more and more couples kissing and groping each other, until we came full circle and were back at the main room where we started.  As I looked around I caught sight of Dave, with his arm around our hostess groping her ass as he kissed her full on the lips, his other hand was on her tit playing with her nipple.  I thought Tracy would go mad but she just looked and laughed, “He always starts first, the impatient bastard.”

“You don’t mind?” I asked her.

“Hell no, we’re here to have fun and enjoy ourselves,” she replied, and grabbed my ass, “and so should you.  All you have to do is grab someone you like the look of and give them a kiss.  If they kiss you back you carry on, if they don’t you move to the next one.  But there is one rule, before midnight you can only go with your own kind – angels with angels and devils with devils.  After midnight, anything goes.  Now go have fun.”  She slapped me on my ass and pushed me into the room of people. 

I wondered around and as I passed through the rooms I enjoyed a few long passionate kisses with fellow angels.  Whilst in one long embrace with a cute blonde angel I happened to spy Tracy getting kissed by someone who had decided to go that bit further.  He had pushed the front of her basque down and was rubbing her tits.  I was mesmerized, her nipples were like small dark buds on the tips of firm tits that pointed slightly up.  Tracy broke off from her admirer and more from my line of sight.  I carried on with my kissing of the angel I was with when I felt someone rub my ass and put their arms around me from behind.  Their hands slowly worked their way down to my now hard cock and gave it a squeeze.  I broke my embrace and turn to see who my new friend was. As I turned the first thing I saw were two perfect tits with dark bud nipples – my groper was Tracy.

“You didn’t think you’d escape me did you, babe?” she asked looking deep into my eyes.

As she was saying this the clock started to chime midnight…

This is my first story, any comments will be read and if enough people ask for it part 2 ‘After midnight, when two become three” will be submitted.

One hot Friday

ClintonB on Group Stories

It had been a turbulent time for me.  I had turned 18, left high school and was now studying at a local community college.  Family life had broken up a little, my brother Jess had gone off to college in another state and my parents had moved out of town to follow my father’s company relocation.

When my parents moved house, I started to share a condominium with another girl and while it was somewhere to stay, it didn’t feel familiar enough for me to call it “home”.  Recently my roommate had announced she was quitting college and going back home, so I either had to assume all the rent, or find another place to live.

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It was a hot, sunny Friday afternoon, and I missed my parent’s swimming pool.  I decided to go up to the complex’s pool to cool off.  I went into my bedroom, undressed and pulled on an old dark blue one-piece swimsuit.  I didn’t like wearing a bikini up to the pool; some older men hung around the pool and although I have a great body, 34C breasts, flat tummy and a nice pair of hips, I like my body admired, not ogled.

I wriggled into a tight pair of denim shorts, grabbed a towel and set off towards the pool.  I was still 50 yards away and could hear the incredible noise of shrieking kids.  I stopped, sighed and walked back to the condo.  I just didn’t want to share the pool with a bunch of brats. 

I unlocked the door, and a wave of homesickness washed over me.  As I threw my towel over the back of the threadbare sofa, an idea came to me.  I grabbed my purse and car keys and drove over to my old neighborhood.  As I cruised down the street, I saw that one of our ex-neighbors was just finishing washing her car.  I knew her son rather intimately and they had always been nice to us as a family.

I pulled up outside of their house, and got out of the car.

“Hello Mrs. Johnson.”  I called out.

She shaded her eyes from the sun before her face crinkled into a broad smile.

“Well, well, young Nikki.  I guess not so young now.  How are you?”

“I’m doing good thanks, hey you look great.”

“Yes, I started exercising, eating right and lost a lot of weight.  I’m just about finished here, you want to come in for a cold drink?

“Ohh, please.”

As we walked into the house through the garage, I was amazed at how good she looked.  She still had large breasts, but her legs and butt were firm.  I guessed she must be about mid forties.  Her blond hair was tied back into a ponytail.

We went into the kitchen and she poured a couple of tall glasses of lemonade.  I glanced out through the windows at their blue, sparkling pool.

“What brings you out this way?”  She asked.

“I was going to go swimming in the condo complex’s pool, but it was full of screaming kids.  I then got a little homesick and decided to drive out over here to see if there were any of my old friends around.

“That explains why you are wearing your swimsuit.  Do you want to join me for a swim?  I could fancy cooling off and I wouldn’t mind a little company.  Sam has been out of town all week and won’t be home until late.”

“I’d love to Mrs. Johnson.”

“Call me Vanessa.  I’ll just go and get into my swimsuit.”  With that, she went up stairs and returned a few moments later in a bright yellow bikini.

“Wow, you do look good Mrs. Johnson, I mean Vanessa.”  As she walked out onto the patio, I glanced at her butt as it wiggled side to side, the swimsuit tucked sexily up on one of her cheeks.

We swam, played and chatted about old times in the cool water for about 30 minutes.

“I’m going to get all wrinkly unless I get out soon.”  She announced.

We got out of the pool and walked back into the kitchen.

“Silly me, I forgot the towels, there are a couple in the laundry room, come this way and don’t worry about getting water on the floor tiles.”

I followed her into the laundry room where the drier was in the last few minutes of its cycle.

“Slip out of your swimsuit, I’ll put it in the drier, it will be done in a few minutes.”

I hesitated as I saw her unsnap her top and slide it over her shoulders on to the floor.  Her big breasts spilled out, and I glanced at her large nipples, dark against the white tan line.  She hooked her fingers into her bikini bottoms and slid them over her thighs to her ankles.  Completely naked she bent down and picked up her wet bikini before tossing it in the drier.  I was fascinated as her breasts swung forward away from her chest.  She turned to face me.

“You shy?  Come on Nikki, it’s just us girls.”

I eased my shoulder straps over my arms and started to wriggle out of my swimsuit.  Her left eyebrow rose up.

“My goodness, I remember when my tits were as firm and perky as those two.”

She watched as I slipped the suit down to my ankles and she crouched down to pick it up off the floor.  I saw her eyes fixate on my pussy.

“I heard you younger folk shaved their pussies, though I have never actually seen one up close.”  She reached out and gently rubbed my flesh with the back of her fingers.  I could feel my nipples start to harden and I let out a little gasp.  I hadn’t had sex for a long time.

“So smooth and soft, I can see why the boys like it.”  She stood up and glanced at my now hard, pink nipples.  She gently caressed my left breast.

“You had sex with my son once right?  I heard him talking about it.”

I nodded as she continued to circle my nipple with her fingers.  I could feel that familiar tingle in my tummy.

“Was it good?”

“It was fantastic.”  I blushed.

“No need to go red, there’s nothing wrong with good sex.”  Her other hand gently caressed my hip.  “Have you ever made love with a woman?” 

“No, but I have wondered about it.”  I replied slowly.  “I never really had the opportunity.”

She lifted my chin up, kissed me slowly on my lips before pulling back and looking into my eyes.  Seeing no resistance, she kissed me again and I followed her lead, my mouth opening against hers as our tongues touched and explored.  Her lips were so soft and warm.

My hands slid around her waist and cupped her ass we pressed up hard against each other.  It was strange to feel her soft fleshy breasts against mine as we kissed hard and long before breaking apart.

“It’s been a long while since I made love; our relationship has just dwindled with Sam being away a lot of the time. I often get lonely.”  She confessed.

Vanessa took my hand, led me upstairs to her bedroom and carefully laid me on the sheets as if not wanting to break the spell.

I groaned as her mouth fastened around my left nipple.  Electric shocks flickered across my chest as she expertly nibbled and sucked on each one until they were both fully erect.  I wrapped my legs around her waist as a fire of desire built up in my hips.

I sighed as she stopped her aural caressing and I squeezed my perky mounds hard to keep that wonderful sensation alive.  Her lips moved down across my tummy in a series of soft kisses and licks.  She slipped her hands under the backs of my knees and lifted my legs up until my knees touched my chest.  Now I was at her mercy, my puffy, wet womanhood in plain view.

I was expecting her to tease me further, but sensing how excited I was, she roughly pressed her tongue against my clit, rubbing it hard with rapid movements of her head.  It was exactly what I needed and I came quickly.

“Yes, yes, yeeesssss, oh, oh, ah ah ah ah aaaahhhhhh.”  My body arched and I pushed my hips against her face.  Vanessa kept me on an intense high for longer than I thought possible before letting my orgasm fade gradually.  Strangely, it seemed to linger even after she lifted her head up and kissed me on my mouth, allowing me to taste my own juices.

“Good?”  She whispered.

“That was just intense.”  I murmured.  “My attempts to repay you are going to seem clumsy.  I’ve never done this before.”

She kissed my nose.  “Just follow my lead, I know what I want.”  With that, she lay on the bed, knees up, and told me to get in the 69 position, my knees either side of her chest.

I felt her tongue lick my thighs in long movements, stopping just before she touched the entrance of my vagina.  I leant forward and repeated her every movement.  She pulled apart my pussy lips and I followed, marveling at her very pronounced mons.  For the first time I saw a woman’s pussy up close.  Although she didn’t shave, she kept herself trimmed.

The tips of our tongues teased and probed at our clits and I could feel Vanessa was already starting to cum, her hips bucking against my face.  I took her clit between my lips and groaned as she did the same to me.  The vibration of my moans sparked her orgasm and I plunged my mouth against her vagina, pushing my tongue as deep inside of her as I could.

I mimicked her every move, aurally fucking her hard, my chin bashing into her clit as she moaned in pleasure.  Her sexual responses drove me to a similar peak and we writhed in ecstasy on the bed, faces covered with each other’s juices.  Finally, exhausted but satiated, we separated and lay on the bed holding hands almost dozing off.

Vanessa rolled over and stroked my hair.

“You were wonderful my love.  How was your first woman to woman experience?”

“I wouldn’t have thought it would be so intense and last such a long time, I guess it is because sex with a boy is just focused on penetration.  I did miss that feeling of having something hard inside of me though.”

She reached under the bed and pulled out a box.

“We are only having an intermission my love.”  She grinned and brandished a dildo.  “You’ll have something nice and firm inside of you shortly.”

I giggled and sat up to see what else she had in the box.  There were all kinds of toys and I lifted up a harness.

“It’s a strap-on Nikki.  You get to play the man.  Here let me fit it on you.”

She tightened the straps and I was about to comment when she answered my question by producing a variety of latex penis attachments.  She had all different shapes and sizes.

“Mr. Black I think.”  She pulled out a huge, thick, eight or nine inch black cock and fitted in on my strap-on.

“You want me to put that inside of you?”

“I’m not as tight as you; besides I’ve had a baby.  Go easy though, here’s some lube to get me started.”

She lay on the edge of the bed, feet dangling and I stood between her legs.  I fingered her pussy, stretching her with one, then two and then three fingers.  She was soon soaking wet and I positioned the big cock at the entrance of her pussy.

“Put it in, ohh, slowly, ohh, okay, okay.  Oh God that feels good, deeper, oh yes.”

Soon I had it fully inside her and our hips met.

“Think like a guy now, and I want it hard.”

I closed my eyes and remembered the time with a couple of my friends where we play-acted raping me.  I grasped her hips tightly and pulled almost completely out before ramming it in deep again.  She gasped in pleasure.

“Abuse me, I’m a bad woman.”  She pleaded.

“You’re going to beg me to stop.”  I whispered.

I starting pounding away at her pussy, long deep thrusts, and was surprised when I started to get a pleasurable sensation every time I slammed into her.

“Oh that’s it, fuck me harder, harder, ummmm you’re in so deep.”

“You’re just a pleasure slut aren’t you?  You deserve to be fucked hard.”

The dirty talk got her hotter and hotter and she continued to writhe and moan.

“You’re getting fucked with that cock next.”  She hissed as another wave of pleasure racked her body.

“Ohh, yes please, but I’m not finished with you yet, roll over I want to screw you doggie style.”

She did as I ordered and with one hand on her hip and one on her ponytail started mercilessly hammering away at her.  She reached down between her legs to rub her clit furiously.

“God, I can’t stand this, oh I’m cumming so hard, don’t ahhhhh dooon’t stop, yes yes yes ayyyyyyyyyy.”  She screamed, muffling her voice against the bedding.

I gradually slowed down as she came off her high, leaving the big black cock inside of her.  Sweat was trickling down my face and I closed my eyes trying to catch my breath.  When Vanessa spoke, it made me jump.

“Hello Sam, you remember Nikki?”

I opened my eyes to see Mr. Johnson standing in the bedroom doorway.  I quickly pulled out of her and unfastened the strap-on.

“Yes I do.  You’ve grown up a little, haven’t you?”

“Err, hello Mr. Johnson, err, yes, err how are you?”  I didn’t know what to say or do.

Vanessa rolled over onto her back with a smile on her face.

“Nikki and I were just getting reacquainted.”

“Yes, I could hear that when I walked in.  You said something about her getting the cock next.”  He gave her a kiss and started fondling her tits while staring at me.  “Can I watch?”

Relieved that this wasn’t going to get ugly, I lay on the bed, stretched my arms and put my hands behind my head.

“You can do anything you want.”  I countered.  Butterflies fluttered in my tummy in anticipation.  I think I knew how this was going to end

“You hear that Sam?  Anything you want.”  Vanessa smiled.

“Anything?”  He said as he stripped off his clothes, his nicely sized cock quickly springing to attention as he walked over towards me.  I glanced over at Vanessa who gave me an “it’s-up-to-you” nod and smiled.

He grabbed my ankles, flipped me over onto my front and dragged me across the bed towards him.  He moved in between my thighs and I could feel he was already oozing precum from the tip of his penis as he started to enter me.

“Oh she’s got a tight pussy Vanessa.”  Sam murmured as he firmly grasped my hips with his hot hands.

As Sam gradually pushed his way into me, Vanessa moved across the bed and put her thighs either side of my face.  I pulled apart her sex lips to expose her clit and started flicking it lightly with my tongue.  I pushed two fingers into her cunt and moved them in synchronization with her husband’s thrusting.  Vanessa moaned softly.

Finally, I felt Sam’s hips against my buttocks; I couldn’t believe how deep he was inside of me, he felt so hard and so hot.  He drew back and started long strokes, stretching my little pussy as he did so.  It was a delicious sensation of pain and pleasure and I could feel another strong orgasm building.

Sam increased his pace and his thighs rhythmically slapped against my ass.

“I’m not going to last longer, ohhh this feels so good.”  He declared.  Vanessa couldn’t respond, her head was thrown back in silent ecstasy.

“Oh God I’m coming.”  Sam cried.

I felt the head of his cock swell up and I finally peaked also, timed perfectly as his hot cum shot deep inside my body, my whimpers of pleasure muffled as Vanessa ground her hips into my face.  I was only vaguely aware of Sam’s final groans before he collapsed on top of me.  We lay there for several minutes intertwined and sweaty.

When we finally got up, I opted for a long hot bath and not a shower.  Sam and Vanessa shared a shower and judging by the giggles, they were not just washing their hair.  After the bath, I wrapped a towel around me and went downstairs.  Sam was out in the yard barbequing some steaks and Vanessa was preparing a salad.  He came in and gave Vanessa a big hug and kiss.

I pulled on my clothes and we sat down for dinner.  We ate ravenously and when finished, slumped back in our chairs.

“Vanessa said you are looking for somewhere to live Nikki.”  Sam said.  “I spend so much time away on business, and Vanessa gets lonely.  Your company in the house just today has also rekindled affection that has been missing for quite sometime.  How about you spend the weekend with us or stay even longer if you want?  You can have the spare bedroom for a little privacy if you want.”

I stayed the weekend and a few days later moved in completely.  Although it rarely gets as wild as it did that first day, there have been many pleasurable moments!

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The Business Meeting

Dakker on Group Stories

This is a business meeting. First let’s establish the cast of characters and situation.

 

Me: a good looking blonde hair blue eyed female, with the ability (at my choice) to grow my clit into a cock. I can be a normal girl, or a girl with cock and pussy.

 

The next three are females (good looking, but not specified for hair/eye color) wearing shortish skirts (above the knee) and white v-neck sleeveless blouses, v-neck to just above their breasts. These 3 all work for me (and so know me and will not be surprised at what happens) and sit on one side of the conference table.

 

On the other side of the table are 3 people from another company (and so they do not know me and will be surprised at what happens). The first is a guy, wearing a standard business suit, the second is female wearing a knee length skirt, buttoned all the way to the neck long sleeve blouse, and a jacket, and the third again is a guy in a standard business suit

 

These 6 people are waiting for me to come in to start the meeting, and the 3 from the visiting company are facing the door that I will come in. I come in, wearing a very short light pink skirt (about as short as I can!), a v neck white blouse, open to just below my breasts (no indication of a bra), and a matching light pink jacket. I sit at the chair at the end and start the meeting, and then (below the table so can’t be seen by anyone else) I open my legs wide and start fingering my pussy.

 

The meeting is going well, everybody is sharing (including me!) and I need to give something to the guy farthest from me. Rather them standing up and walking over him, I slide the item on the table to him, but I push a little too hard (on purpose?) so it falls on the floor and he has to bend down to pick it up. While he’s down there, he sees what I am doing, (it’s apparent that I’m not wearing any panties) and he also sees my finger disappear into my pussy. He then looks at me over the table (still kneeling from the floor) and I’m looking right at him, smiling, and then pursing my lips to ‘blow him a kiss’ and keep smiling, and talking as needed for the meeting. He bends back down to look at me under the table and I use 2 fingers to spread my pussy lips wide for him to show him my wet pussy. He gets up and sits back down in his seat, trying to digest what is happening.

 

After a little bit, I bring my hand up to my mouth, with a big blob of my juices on it, and taste it (doing this as if its very natural…) I then remove my jacket and it looks like my nipples can almost be seen through the blouse but you’re not sure about that and I put the jacket over the back of my seat as I get up.

 

I then walk over to the girl who works for me who is closest to me, kneel behind (so that my head is on the same level as hers), and reach around her to massage her breasts, first through her blouse, then going inside her blouse to massage her breasts directly. After a bit, one of my hands disappears down to her crotch to presumably massage her pussy, then again my hand comes up to ‘taste’ her juices as I had done with me. (She is obviously enjoying what I am doing!) When I am done with her, one of her breasts remains uncovered, she is not wearing a bra, and she does not do anything to cover herself up, just sitting there (and still sharing in the meeting) while  proudly displaying her breast to everyone. The 4 of us from the home company are behaving like this is all very natural, and the meeting continues uninterrupted.

 

I move to the second girl and massage her breasts and pussy in the same way as I did with the first, for about as long too, and taste her the same way. (Her breasts remain covered when I am done; it just works out that way.) I then give the same treatment to the third girl, and in her case, both nipples remain exposed when I am done.

 

Then the guy who I slid the item too earlier is next, and he looks up at me as I approach, wondering what I am going to do. I smile as I approach him, and then kneel behind him in the same way. My hands both briefly massage his chest, and one hand continues down to undo his zipper and stroke his cock. The other hand removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt. I then lean down with my mouth to suck his cock for a while (I’m not trying to be quiet, so sounds can be heard), but before he is able to cum, I move to the girl.

 

As I approach her, she has a look of apprehension (it appears that she is straight and has not loved a woman before) but after I remove her jacket and massage both of her breasts (through her blouse) for awhile and then massage her pussy she gets in to what I am doing. One of my hands then unbutton her blouse to below her breasts so that I can massage her breasts through her bra, then undoes the front clasp so that I can massage her naked breasts, then remove her bra completely and place it on the floor next to her. Through out all of this, the meeting continues uninterrupted. When I leave her, she starts to pick up her bra, then seeing my girls (and perhaps a look from one of them) she stops and sits there with her breasts exposed. (She does appear to be self conscious her eyes flickering around between me and my girls.)

 

Again I do the same with the other guy as I had with the first one, massaging his cock and sucking it for a while, but leaving before he can cum. I then strip completely and lay on the table, looking at my girls, and they come over quickly, two working on my breasts and the other eating my pussy. At that point, for the first time since the meeting started, the conversation of the meeting finally stops to the sounds of the four of us making love, and after a bit both guys instinctively reach out to lightly fondle a breast of the girl from their company, and her arms then cradle their heads into her breasts and she closes her eyes, losing herself into the sexual feelings. Now she is too into the sexual feelings to be self conscious anymore…

 

Before my orgasm hits me, I gently push the girl from between my legs and she goes to her chair to sit down, not really cleaning her face too much; sitting there with my juices on her. I leave my legs open and look at the two guys until one of them come over to fuck me, plunging his hard cock deep into me in one stroke, then fucking me in and out. After not too long I rearrange our position so that he is lying on the table and I am sitting on his cock riding him. The two girls who were on my breasts go off to the side of the table and make love to each other. The girl who sat down grins and, seeing an opportunity, lays on top of the guy who I am fucking, so that she can lick my pussy while I’m being fucked, and also his cock, or even both at the same time. And since she is lying on top of him, he can also eat her pussy too…

 

That leaves one guy and the girl from the other company, who watch for a bit, but they are so turned on by this that they end up fucking each other

 

I scream loudly in orgasm as the guy explodes in me, his cum dripping out of the sides of my pussy. I then give him a full wet kiss and he goes back to his seat. I then look over at the visiting girl who has been watching all this, even as she is fucking a guy from her company, and hop off of the table, patting where I was and saying to her, “Come on, love” She blushes as she comes over and sits on the table, then I eat out her pussy till she whimpers in orgasm. I then gently push her down on the table, kissing her hard and long, rubbing my tits against hers, then I grow my cock from my clit and plunge it deep in to her… she gasps because she was NOT expecting that, but after a moment her legs close around my ass as she tries to welcome my cock deeper in to her and I fuck her hard. Two of my girls come over to suck her breasts while I fuck her, and my other girl takes on both guys in a double penetration (pussy and ass) till I explode in her cunt and both guys cum in the holes that there are filling.

 

Then, after all of us have a chance to rest and recover, I sit back down at my seat, saying, “Okay guys, we have a meeting to finish!” We all sit in our seats, fully naked and finish the meeting. When the meeting is over, the 4 of us (me and my 3 girls) leave our clothes in the conference room and walk out into the rest of the building fully naked (except for our high heels) and not worried about fluids; the 3 from the other company take time to clean up and dress, also talking quietly about what to tell their spouses..