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Guessing Game



It never really made sense, how it all happened. You thought it over again, smiling slightly, as you hovered near sleep. Your muscles ached slightly, a good ache, and you stretched, cat-like, under the covers. The feeling of the sheets gliding over your legs reminded you of fingers softly moving over that same skin, and you found yourself going over it yet again...

Paolo was Latin, somewhere in South America, you thought. You were embarrassed that you kept forgetting where exactly. Anyway, he had been working with Ian for a few weeks, visiting the university on some sort of fellowship, and now he was on his way back to... wherever it was. Ian asked if he could come over for dinner that last night, sort of a farewell meal. You agreed, a little worried he might notice your eagerness. The accent. The skin. Yum yum. He could come over any time.

The kids were off at grandma's, so it was a wonderful night to be a grown-up. You looked fabulous, a slinky dress you loved, stockings (real stockings, with lace around the thigh), even make-up. Ian was a bit surprised when you came down, but you brushed it off, saying you just wanted to feel glamorous. And when Paolo arrived, there was wine, and fabulous conversation, and your dinner was a huge hit. But the wine came first. Maybe that was a mistake, but perhaps "mistake" is also in the eye of the beholder.

In any event, the wine had you feeling mellow and playful all at the same time. Paolo complimented you often, your hair, your smile, your dress. Even when you didn't look, you could feel his eyes on you all night. Your skin seemed to feel alive and warm, as you knew his gaze was washing over you. You could feel the touch of his eyes on your face, and on your body, and you noticed he was touching you often, making his points with quick light taps on your shoulder, your wrist. Sometimes it seemed his touch lingered just a heartbeat too long, but maybe that was the wine, or maybe that was his culture. As long as he would keep talking in that accent, you didn't object.

After the meal, you moved away from the table, settling in the family room. Paolo asked about the large black chair, wanting to know why it was plugged in. "Massage," you answered, and in response to his questioning look you offered to demonstrate. Settling into the chair as it reclined, you realized that you were feeling so relaxed, you knew the wheels and motors in the chair would eliminate all your knots. You started a massage program, explaining how it all worked. As your body started bouncing slightly with the movement of the chair, his gaze locked on yours for a moment. Ian didn't seem to notice, but you knew Paolo was imagining something else, just for a moment. Then you closed your eyes, letting the magic of the chair take over your muscles; you could feel his eyes on your legs even so.

Then all went suddenly silent. You opened your eyes, feeling momentary disorientation when they wouldn't seem to open. You realized that all was well, your eyes still functioned, it was just that the power had gone out. Again. You groaned in frustration, and you heard Ian say he would find candles. Paolo came right to your aid, helping you out of the chair. Misunderstanding your frustration with the ineptitude of the power company as disappointment that your massage had ended, Paolo insisted you sit at the kitchen table, and began rubbing your shoulders. His fingers were large and strong, and you found yourself relaxing into his grip. As light slowly grew on the inside of your eyelids, you realized Ian had found candles.

"What's going on here?" you heard him say, a laugh in his voice. "Careful, Paolo, she can resist anything but a backrub!"

"Mmmmmm," you said in reply, lazily opening one unsteady eyelid toward Ian, giving him that impish "but it feels so good" grin.

"I don't mind," Paolo said. "I felt badly her rest was interrupted, and this is something I am good at. I worked for a time at a resort in college."

"Mmmmmmmm," you said again. In a few moments, he stopped, and you heard Ian wander off again, just as Paolo's hands started sliding gently through your hair.

"Don't tell me you worked in a hair salon too," you said.

You were surprised to hear Ian's chuckling in return. "No, honey, that's just me this time," he said from behind you. Your eyes flew open, just in time to see Paolo return to the room, and you realized you had misunderstood the noises around you in the haze of your relaxed state.

"What's so funny?" Paolo said, looking right in your eyes.

"Nothing!" you replied, feeling yourself blush. And at the same time, you winced a bit as you heard Ian say, "It's just that she can't tell the difference between us."

Paolo looked steadily at you through this whole exchange, one eyebrow raised. Quickly, you explained your mistake, and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he sensed your discomfort. "Poor Ian!" he replied, and then looked up at Ian. "I think you shouldn't stand for that. I think we should test her!"

"Test me?" you said, speaking quickly to cut off Ian, who you could see nodding vigorously anyway. "What do you mean?"

"Close your eyes," Ian said. "We'll show you."

You laughed a little, nervously, protesting a bit, but as Ian kept stroking your hair and Paolo walked around behind you, both of them encouraging you, you finally shut your eyes again. Again, you noticed the flickering light inside your eyelids as the candles fought the darkness. Ian and Paolo then explained their "test:" they would stroke your hair, one after the other, and you would have to guess who was who. Only one rule: no peeking.

At first, it was very hard to guess, and all of you laughed as your guesses went wrong. After a bit, you started to pick up clues. Ian's fingers were thinner, his reach not quite as large, Paolo tended to be a little slower. Your guesses improved, and as this happened they began varying their technique, making it harder again. Their extra work was pure heaven for you, as two sets of fingers caressed your hair and scalp. Still, despite their work you still began to pick up the clues. You noted who was standing where, you could sense the direction, and you became familiar with the touch. Your guesses started hitting every time.

You could sense their competitive fires burning. Suddenly, you felt a set of fingers gliding around on the thin material of your dress, caressing your shoulders. You shivered, leaning further over onto the table and exposing more of your back. When the fingers stopped, pulling away, you nervously said, "Paolo?" and were rewarded with an evil laugh from Ian. "Nope, not so smart now!"

The field of play now being widened, you found yourself failing again at the guessing game. Fingers played all about on your back and shoulders, and you fought off chills – the good chills – as you tried to keep track of who was who. Once again though, slowly your guesses improved, and as they did their efforts to surprise you re-doubled. They quit telling you when you were right, making it harder for you to improve, and deepening the silence. And, as their fingers began straying to your sides, and occasionally slipped under your collar to directly touch your skin, you began to recognize your heart beating in the silence as a sign of some arousal.

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As the game went on, more and more the fingers gliding over you moved from your back around toward the sensitive area under your arm or along the front of your shoulders. Your heart sped slightly as you felt yourself being pulled back up into a sitting position, allowing more access to these sensitive areas, and you let out a sigh when one contestant's hand ringed around the sides of your breasts. Almost without thinking, you reached out your hand and felt the arm that was touching you, willing your eyes to stay closed. Feeling the unfamiliar contours of that arm, you breathed, "Paolo."

"None of that," you heard them say as one. Each took a hand, and they placed them at your sides, guiding you to grip the back leg of your chair. "No letting go, now," Paolo said to you in a whisper. Your heart seemed to be pounding again as the next touch was in the very center of your chest, and two fingers began making looping outward spirals. The room was silent except for the ragged breathing of the players and their subject, and you felt sure that they must be able to hear the steady thumping of your heart.

You felt hands whisk your hair to the side, exposing the back of your neck. The sudden return to the whiskers of hair along your neck line was startling, and you let out another sigh as the chills came over you. Then, your knuckles whitened on the chair leg as another hand began lowering the zipper. You could feel the fabric pulling apart, exposing a vee of sensitive skin to the unknown assailant (Ian, I think maybe it's Ian? you thought briefly). Yet a third hand now leaned you forward slightly, and you shuddered as the zipper hit bottom low on your back.

Now nearly helpless in the spell of this bizarre but alluring competition, your mind returned to the challenge at hand. As one hand began sliding the dress down your right arm, and another the left, you concentrated for a moment. "Ian on the left, Paolo on the right," you guessed. The hands stopped, and you heard Paolo say "she's good," clearly standing on your right side. Your triumph was short-lived, as the hands resumed and you felt the dress slip down to your wrists.

Now there was a new intensity to the game, as the fingers swirled about the exposed skin across your upper body. Before long your bra straps had slipped down your shoulders, and you felt fingers and palms brushing, gliding, and suddenly stopping to press insistently and caress here and there. As before, you kept guessing, and as before with time you could sense the differences, and your guessing became very accurate.

Other surprises were in store, however. You felt the chair move away from the table suddenly, and now you had one standing in front, one behind. Both sets of hands began touching you simultaneously, and the feeling was so delicious you let out a brief, soft sigh that came out almost like a moan. Then a pair of hands gripped you tightly from the back, and began pushing your lower back forward until you were seated right at the front edge of the chair. You gasped as you felt the man in front force your knees apart, stepping right up to the edge of the chair. With your back angled, your knees spread, and your bottom on the very edge of the chair, there was great pressure between the sensitive area at the top of your legs and the leg pressing insistently forward.

Still, your competitive fire burned. You pulled your legs together, locking tightly around the man in front. Feeling the rough fabric of jeans there, you gathered yourself to say "that's Paolo in front there." You were surprised that your voice seemed calm, even to yourself.

"Well," he replied, "she continues to cheat. What can we do about this?"

"I know," said Ian's voice from behind your right ear. You felt his hands grasp your ankle and pull back, forcing your knees apart again. He firmly hooked the ankle over the bar on the side of the chair, and then you felt this being repeated on the other side. Your knees now held wide apart, he instructed you to keep those feet back.

Between the way your waist had been pushed forward, and your feet and knees pulled out, the lower portion of your dress was now pushed well up your thighs. The men stepped back and walked around the chair a few times, murmuring compliments, and once in a while changing directions. Their hands darted out to caress your arm, the top or side of your breast, your thigh, and you sensed your your hemline kept rising along with your respirations. You totally lost track of who was where with all the movement. Suddenly it all stopped, and you could feel that the leg opening of your panties was now exposed to view on your left leg.

"Well that won't do," one of them said, and you were surprised that you weren't sure which one spoke. Still, you felt the hands on your shoulders, then trailing slowly down your chest, across your stomach, and finally to your lap. They began gathering up the dress, until the whole of your panties were revealed. You heard Ian's sharp intake of breath, as he noticed that you had worn your sexiest pair. Had you known? Then you lost that thought, as they wrapped about the elastic, and began pushing downward. You thrust your hips up and forward, allowing the panties to slide out from under you, and you gasped again as you felt them whisper down your thighs, and the quick blunting of sensation as they ran off your skin and onto the stockings, until finally they reached your knees. As the pressure continued, you felt yourself unhooking your ankles quickly, kicking off the flimsy material, and re-hooking your own ankles, not even pausing to wonder why you did so.

Then another surprise. Again, you felt the pressure of a man's legs on the inside of your thighs, which continued to move forward to rub at the junction at the top. Four hands rubbed and tickled about your upper body and your hair, but your senses were riveted to the sensations along your thighs and at their very top, as the coarse hair of unfamiliar legs roamed about. Both men had been in long pants. You should not be feeling this. Your senses were gripped by the sensation of the hands on your skin, now alive with fire, as someone began kissing you insistently. From mouth to mouth you were traded, often feeling the extra pair of lips on your sensitive skin. You began giving in to the moment, moaning deep in your throat as the knee ground away at the center of your awareness.

Again, you felt your hips being pushed forward, and at the same time you sensed the man in front slipping downward to his knees. You realized then that more than just the pants had been removed, as you felt an unfamiliar hardness poised at your opening. The small movements of your relative breathing caused it to move very slightly, making you aware of your own wetness, and your want. Not wanting to guess wrong, you leaned back your head against the chest behind you, opened your knees just another few degrees, and whispered raggedly, "I give up!" And then, as you felt him slide all the way in, you sensed that there would be no losers in this game

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Halloween Fun

I’m Marie. As a kid, my Halloween’s were never exactly what you might call exciting. I never got invited to any Halloween parties or anything. That all changed one Halloween night.

One Halloween night, my friend Sheila invited me to a little “Halloween get together.” That Halloween night, it would just be her, my boyfriend, and me.

My boyfriend (at the time) was two years younger than I. We’d only been going out for a month or so when this Halloween get together had come up. He was 18, and I was 20. I’m about 5’2, aquamarine eyes, shoulder length brown hair streaked with blond. I have been told many times that I look like so innocent. This could be because in high school, I didn’t dress the way the people who “fooled around” did. I once had an older man tell me that he always pictured me as the “red riding hood” type that had no idea that sexual stuff existed. Of course, I had a much better clue about that than they thought.

My boyfriend, Robert, was pretty tall, about 6’ with chocolatey brown hair and honey-colored eyes. He was absolutely gorgeous! He had a great build, because he worked out at the gym. I had met him at a summer camp the previous summer. Because he was somewhat of a loner, I doubted that he had ever gone beyond kissing. As I would find out later, the only person he had ever kissed (or for that matter, done anything with) was me!

When we all arrived at Sheila’s house, none of us had any intentions of fooling around. However, that would change as the night progressed. The first thing we did was go trick-or-treating.

Rob was dressed in a BMX Racer costume. Sheila was dressed as dressed as a devil. I was dressed as a nun. Sheila thought that was absolutely hilarious, because she knew how much I had fooled around with my previous boyfriends.

Well, we ended up going trick-or-treating until 6:30. At that point, Sheila and I were hot because our costumes had lots of fabric in them and the trick-or-treat bags were heavy. So we were hot and heavy. We went back to Sheila’s house to relax. I had changed out of my costume into a shirt and jeans, but since Rob and Sheila had costumes that could almost pass for everyday outfits, they left theirs on. For awhile, we had all just been listening to music. Sheila had to call her parents (they weren’t home) to let them know that we all got home safely, so Rob and I were left sitting on the loveseat in her den. She couldn’t have been gone for more than a minute when Rob started to feel me up over my shirt. It didn’t get anywhere, though, because Sheila ended the phone call and came back into the room. We still had a little while until we all had to go home, so Sheila turned off the lights and put on a movie.

Sheila sat down in a chair close to the TV. She couldn’t see Rob and I from her vantage point.

Rob and I made out for a little while, and then Rob started to feel me up again. He moved his hands under my shirt and started to roll my nipples between his fingers. He caressed my breasts with his hands. At that time I thought that he must have had lots of experience. In actuality, he had none, and was just a natural at it.

“If you want me to stop, elbow me or something.” At the time, he was not very confident about his abilities.

"Ok."

"No, seriously, if you want me to stop, do it."

"Don't worry, I will..."

For a little while, I let him feel me up. It was a small loveseat, and for us to both fit on it (while lying down) I was practically lying on top of him. I was at a disadvantage, because I couldn’t reach him, without completely reaching behind myself. And I would have had to hold myself up at the same time, which made it even more difficult. However, Rob kept shifting positions, and he finally moved into one where I could reach him. I slowly reached down until I felt the bulge in his pants. Because he was still wearing his costume, his pants were really tight and it was REALLY noticeable. I started to massage his bulge, drawing out a little moan from him.

“That feels really good...,” Rob said in a deep husky voice.

“I know...” I just had to be cocky. I knew what I was doing.

I continued to stroke him through his pants while we both watched the movie. Some time later, he decided to become more aggressive. He moved one of his hands and started to undo my zipper. He reached his hand under my jeans and underwear and ran his fingers up my slit. While doing so, he lightly brushed my clit and I had to hold in a squeal of pleasure. About that time, I realized that I wasn’t the only one that might want a little hand-on-skin action.

"Do you want me to?" The only reason I asked him was because he didn't seem like a person who would rush a relationship. A lot of guys in our town liked to move fast, but there were a few who would have had some objections to what I would have done.

I don't remember what he said---it was some kind of affirmative. So I tried to unzip the zipper and get the snap undone (with one hand) without making enough noise to let Sheila know what was going on behind her. That didn’t work out too well. His pants were so tight, and I was getting nowhere.

"Want to help me a little here?"

I could NOT get that stupid snap undone. And when Rob unzipped the zipper, the sound broke the silence. In then movie, it was one of those serious scenes where no one said a word, so the sound of the zipper unzipping cut through the stillness as a knife. After a little struggling, Rob also got the snap undone. That was even louder than the zipper. It was loud enough that it erased all doubt from my mind whether Sheila had heard or not.

I reached my hand under his pants and briefs and started to stroke his 7.5 inch manhood. His cock was already oozing pre-cum. As I continued to stroke him, he stuck two fingers up my pussy. He started to pump his fingers in and out. The sudden penetration made me gasp sharply. This caused Sheila to completely turn around in her chair to see what we were doing. Sheila and I just looked at each other for a few seconds and then she turned around.

I then continued my stroking and he continued fingering me. As his fingers worked in and out of my pussy, I felt my orgasm building up. I could tell that he was close, ‘cause I could hear him breathing harder by the second. As he neared his orgasm, I could hear him moaning behind me. About time he started to moan, Sheila cleared her throat really loudly to remind us that she was still there. We completely ignored her.

I stroked Rob’s cock fast and hard until....

“Marie....Stop...”

He said it in a completely hesitant way. I could tell that he hadn’t wanted me to stop, but (as I figured out) he also hadn’t wanted to make a big mess on Sheila’s loveseat.

As luck would have it, the phone rang and Sheila went to answer it. When Sheila found out that it was her friend from another state, she came back into the den and told us that she’d be on the phone for at least 30 minutes. She was definitely hinting at something. As Sheila went back to the phone, she closed the soundproof door from the den to the kitchen. Rob and I finally had some privacy.

“I’ll finish you in a sec...go ahead...”

So he kept fingering me. I could feel that I was right on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm when he reached his thumb up to brush my clit. Stars exploded in front of my eyes as I had the most life-shattering orgasm. It just continued and continued as my pussy contracted around Rob’s fingers and waves of pleasure wracked my body.

After I came down from my orgasm-high, I started kissing my way down Rob’s body. As I neared his cock, I slowed and came to a stop, inches from his shaft. As I looked up at him, I saw the urgency and need in his eyes. He knew that I was just teasing him, and he loved it.

“Please?” he muttered out his request.

I took his cock into my mouth and licked around his shaft. I softly sucked on it as I reached my hands down to play with his balls. At the same time he let out a strangled cry, I felt his cock and balls tense up. His cock let out a river of cum into my mouth. As his cock pulsed with his orgasm, he let out a long loud moan. As he came into my mouth, I swallowed his cum as fast as I could. Because of his age, he had a huge load and I had problems swallowing it all.

When he was finished, I moved back up on the loveseat to sit next to him. We started to make-out, at a much slower pace than before. As we played tonsil hockey, we heard a knock on the door. Again, we completely ignored Sheila. However, at this point, what was going on was nothing that she hadn’t seen before.

When Sheila came into the room, Rob and I broke our kiss and I looked up at her. She looked at us with a knowing smile and laughingly shook her head. She then turned her attention away from us and went to go mess around with the VCR.

“You are soooo sexy!” I quietly whispered to Rob.

“Ooooooook,” Rob said, obviously having no clue what I was talking about.

“There is no guy in this town that will kiss you after you’ve given them a bj. What you did was really sexy.”

“Thanks.”

About that time, the 3 of us realized that it was time for us all to go home. We all made ourselves presentable and then got ready to leave.

"I had fun tonight." Yeah, I bet he did.

"Fun isn't the adjective I'd use..."

"Is 'fun' a adjective?"

"Yeah, like in the 'fun ride'..." (I SOOOOO did not mean the pun)

"Don't say that, it sounds bad..."

"Ok, like in the 'fun toy'...oh, wait, that sounds even worse."

Well anyway, it was really getting late and I DID have to get up in the morning, so I started to leave. I didn’t get far. Before I left, I gave Rob a quick hug and kiss. As I walked out the door, I heard Rob call out to me.

“Are we gonna have another “Halloween Get Together” next Halloween?”

I just grinned as I walked towards my car.

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Great Day Off
My wife had gone to work, dropping the kids at school on her way. I had the day off work.

I had finished my coffee and the morning papers and thought it was about time to do something rather than sit around watching TV so I headed upstairs to shower.

Well, you know how it is, your in the shower and memories of last nights wild sex on the dining table comes to mind and before I realised it I was stroking a massive hard-on.

Just then I heard the doorbell, wrapping a towel around my waist and putting on my robe I dashed downstairs and opened the door.

Standing there on the doorstep was the cutest post woman I have ever seen. If I had to guess her age I would say about 24 or 25, dark brown shoulder length hair, deep green eyes and lips that looked like they could suck an orange through a hose pipe!

I couldn't see her body properly under her bulky jacket but it looked good.

I saw her looking at my wet hair and open robe, I could feel my cock starting to stir underneath my towel and I knew if I wasn't careful I would be stood on the doorstep with my dick poking out.

She told me she had a parcel that needed signing for, I asked her to step inside whilst I found a pen.

I went through to the kitchen and she followed, placing the parcel on the worktop. As I leaned over to sign her card I felt her behind me and a hand come around my waist and slip inside my towel, her cold hand on my hot cock felt fantastic and I nearly blew my load straight away.

I looked up, out of the kitchen window just in time to see Maria our window cleaner come through the back gate with her ladder.

I pretended to be busy with the parcel and waved to her as she smiled. The post woman was still stroking my cock as she noticed Maria climbing her ladder outside the kitchen window.

I quickly turned around and unfastened the post woman's jacket, I was not disappointed. She had an impressive pair of tits straining all the buttons on her tight shirt. I unbuttoned her shirt and bra and licked the left nipple of the pair of 38e's.

I slipped my hand down her trousers and sank my finger in to her hairless pussy. She was wet enough to fuck, I began rubbing her clit and I could feel her knees buckling. She reached back to steady herself, arching her back and thrusting her tits into my face. I continued rubbing her clit and nibbling gently on her nipples, her hand came back up to my cock and started stroking again. The head oozing pre-cum she rubbed it all over my shaft.

I looked up and saw Maria had quietly let herself in through the backdoor, she put her finger to her lips to indicate I should not let the post woman know she was watching. Her hand was inside her jeans and she was frantically rubbing her pussy, her other hand was pinching her nipples through her t-shirt.

She quietly approached and slipped her hand up the post woman's stomach and caressed her right tit.

The post woman straightened up with a look of disbelief on her face and Maria pounced and kissed her firmly forcing her tongue inside her mouth. With two pairs of hands paying attention to the post woman's tit's and pussy she let out a little whimper of pleasure.

I knelt in front of the post woman and helped her slip her trousers and panties of. Then I buried my face in her dripping pussy and ran my tongue over her clitoris, I could feel her pushing herself in to my face as I slipped my tongue into her.

I looked across and saw the post woman's hand rubbing the outside of Maria's jeans and within seconds Maria's jeans were round her knees and two of the post woman's fingers were pumping in and out of Maria.

I transferred my attention to Maria's pussy and licked her clit as the post woman continued to finger fuck Maria, I continued to rub the post woman's clit as she came all over my hand. I increased my efforts and soon had Maria's sweet juices exploding in my face as I lapped hungrily at her dripping pussy.

I stood and looked at the wonderful site of two semi-naked women in my kitchen enjoying a post orgasmic high.

I must have looked quite a sight with my cock, dripping pre-cum, poking out of the towel. As if synchronised the both reached out, Maria wrapping her hand around my shaft, post woman cupping my balls. They both knelt and began taking it in turns sucking my cock. Maria gently taking first one ball then the other into her warm mouth.

Explaining that I was close to cumming I helped them both stand and brace themselves against the kitchen table.

Standing behind Maria I slipped my cock in to her and after a few strokes pulled out and slipped in to the post lady. Alternating between the two I could take a few seconds between pussy's to make myself last a little longer.

I noticed that they were both eagerly rubbing their clits as I slipped in and out of them. I felt the familiar feeling in my balls and as I started cumming I pulled out and sprayed my cum all over their arses. Both women orgasmed and slumped over the table as I stood there admiring the sight of the two beautiful women bent over with my cum running down their arse cheeks.

Without a word the post woman stood, pulled on her trousers, fastened her jacket and walked out.

Maria hung around for while longer, but what happened will have to wait for another day!

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Greek Neighbours

I got back home exhausted that evening dreaming of a warm meal and a few lazy moments in front of the telly, so I was rather upset to see that the next door neighbours had come to visit.

Maria, my thirty year old wife and myself had moved into the block of flats quite recently and Thanasis, a fairly handsome tall man in his mid forties with a well built body and graying hair, had been the first to greet us and offer to help with the moving. He also offered to take us a ride around the neighbourhood to familiarize us with the area, an offer, which we gladly accepted as we had just moved to that area of Athens and knew very little about it. His wife Tonia who at her early forties was equally attractive got on very well with my wife Maria and they often went out to the shops together since we moved in. Thanasis and Tonia had a daughter, Niki, who was not drop dead gorgeous, but who would certainly be popular with her schoolmates, especially as she seemed to have inherited her mother's big tits and round ass.

I tried hard to hide my disappointment that my plans for a quiet evening had been ruined and walked into the living room, greeting our guests and kissing my wife. What she wore really caught me by surprise, as she rarely liked to be so provocative in front of people she knew. Her short skirt was only few centimetres below her butt and her tank top stretching around her big tits did not hide the fact that she was not wearing a bra underneath. The thin fabric stretched around her erect nipples and her whole appearance was yelling, "Fuck me" out loud. Turning to our guests I realized that they were also trying hard not to stare at her body, and Thanasis was even sporting an erection, which he tried in agony to conceal.

I sat at the couch opposite our guests. Thanasis was sitting on the left side and Tonia on the right, their daughter in between them. After serving us drinks Maria came and sat on my lap and teasingly said, "Don't you like my new outfit? We got it today with Tonia." I could not lie, especially as I felt my cock stir, and saw Thanasis trying to sneak a look up my wife's legs.

"It's great manari mou," I said, "but sit next to me now as both Thanasis and I are starting to feel rather hot, not to mention the presence of children in the room." I added jokingly. "No, don't mind, me." Said Thanasis and tried to sneak another look up Maria's legs, which were now wide open giving our guests a perfect view of her silk panties. "Yeah, don't mind us," added Tonia to my surprise "besides, you are still young and horny, and Niki is used to seeing me in such attire!" she added with a laugh. "I have a couple of sexy ones myself." Came Niki.

I do not know what drove me crazier, my wife's games, or the fact that these game took place in front of our neighbours, who seemed to be provoking them. Ignoring their presence, I slipped my hand under Maria's top and fondled her breast as I gave her a wet kiss, my tongue finding hers. I drove my other hand up her skirt and after spreading her legs so that our "friendly" neighbours could get a perfect view of her panties, I fingered her wet pussy through her silk panties. Our neighbours got the show they wanted and Maria the showing off she craved, I thought as I slid her panties to the side while at the same time lifting her top baring her charms to the view of our hungry spectators. I was half expecting her to react; yet she kept kissing me passionately and she started to move her hips a bit indicating how much she wanted this to happen. She had even moved her hand over mine and was guiding my fingers in her hot wet love tunnel. The whole scene was making me extremely horny and my swollen cock was struggling for freedom.

It seems that all this time our neighbours were just staring at us, all sporting smiles and lusty looks. Thanasis had his cock out and was wanking himself slowly, whereas Tonia and Niki had lifted their skirts and were caressing each other's pussy. I kept playing with my wife's pussy and nipple while I stared ecstatically at the mother-daughter duo across me. Maria had also focused on the family sitting opposite her as she bucked her hips to meet the thrusts of my fingers in her cunt. Soon a shiver run through her and she got up, removed all her clothes, got on her knees and crawled all the way to Niki, removing Tonia's hand and burying her face in the teenager's cunt. At the same time, Thanasis kneeled behind my wife and shoved his cock in her wet pussy. Niki was moaning loudly as Maria was licking her young clit and fingering her teenage pussy, moaning and grunting at every thrust of Thanasis cock.

Tonia was sitting right next to her daughter, her fingers working her naked cunt and tweaking her hard nipples, her eyes glued to her daughters pussy being abused. She then got up, striped and crawled right under my wife, and started eating her clit while still fingering her wet pussy.

I stood there watching the family game with my wife being the centrepiece of the action. I was quite sure that this had happened a lot during the hours I was at work and that Maria's behaviour tonight was just an excuse to get me involved, not that I would have had a problem with that though!

I quickly stripped and went to join the group action across. I sat next to Niki who was clearly lost in ecstasy and my wife's attention to her little used cunt. I lifted her blouse and sucked her erect nipples guiding my hand between her legs, shoving two fingers along with Maria's. The young girl arched her back and started shaking as an orgasm hit her. She turned to me and planted a wet kiss on my lips before collapsing on the couch breathing heavily. At the same time both my wife and Thanasis were coming, her bucking against his cock, him unloading in her while Tonia drunk any of the juices overflowing.

Both my wife and my neighbour collapsed on the floor, struggling to overcome their orgasms leaving me and Tonia unsatisfied. That would soon change as quickly stuffed my cock which was pulsating after witnessing my wife being fucked by another guy, and gave her a fast fuck before unloading in her dripping wet cunt and driving her to a climax.

The rest of the evening was filled with carnal pleasures between the five of us with Thanasis and me fucking all three females in all holes and ending with me coming into Niki's ass while Thanasis filled her pussy with his hot sperm and Maria and Tonia sucking her holes clean.

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Handjob Niec
My sister’s daughter Carolyn is an attractive kid. She just turned 18, but she is still in high school. She was very beautiful as a young child, but through adolescence she developed complexion problems and it seemed that her nose grew faster than the rest of her face. She still has some that gangly look that teenagers often have when they are growing faster than they can adapt to emotionally. But mature's into an adult, it is clear that she is becoming a beautiful woman.

My mother recently passed away, and Carolyn was helping me prepare some of her property for an estate sale. Carolyn was trying to polish two large silver candlestick holders, rubbing this way and that, but was not making much progress.

“Here, let me show how to do it”, I said, taking one of the candlestick holders from her. I ran my hand up and down the shaft of the holder, saying “just do it like you’re giving your boyfriend a handjob.”

Carolyn blushed a little but broke into a big grin. “Oh, I can sure do that”, she said, as she began pumping her had rapidly along the shaft of the holder she still had.

I looked on in surprise as she jerked her hand up and down the candlestick holder. “It does look like you’ve had some practice. Your boyfriend’s a lucky fella”, I said.

“I don’t have a boyfriend”, Carolyn said, looking deeply into my eyes while continuing her stroking of the holder, “my girlfriends and I do it for the guys to keep them from trying to get into our pants.”

I could feel a bulge growing in my own pants as the conversation continued.

“But doesn’t that just make them more horny?”, I asked.

“Well, if it does, we just jerk them off again”, Carolyn stated in a matter of fact manner, as if we were talking about soccer. “We just keep them drained so that they can’t try to go on to anything else. It relieves them, and keeps us from having to put out.”

At this point, I was looking into her eyes. She looked back with a steady gaze, and seemed very mature and grown up. “That’s a very interesting approach to the problem”, I said. “Do you enjoy giving handjobs, or is it just the lesser of evils?”

“Oh no, I do enjoy it”, she said. “I like the control and power it gives me over boys”.

I couldn’t believe it, but this teenager was making me blush. Not to mention making me harder and harder. “So you just give hand jobs? What do you do with the cum?”, I asked, trying to learn whether she sucked them off, too.

“No, just handjobs. I don’t give blowjobs, if that’s what you’re looking for”, she answered with a devilish grin. Her double meaning made be blush some more. “What to do with the cum can be a problem”, she continued. “I do let them cum in my mouth sometimes to keep from making a mess. But I really just like to see them squirt if I can do it without getting it all over me. I do like to take my shirt off and let them cum on my tits, if I’m somewhere that I can do that”.

Her graphic description had me rock hard. I shifted in my seat to relive my discomfort, and saw Carolyn staring at my crotch.

“Looks like you need a little relief yourself”, she said, moving toward me, putting her hand on me, and rubbing my cock through my pants.

“I…I…I don’t think we should this”, I said, shocked that I was letting my niece take charge like this.

“Nonsense”, she said, “it’s not like it’s really sex or anything”. She already had her hands on my belt buckle, and before I realized what was happening, she had it undone and had pulled my pants down. She took my cock out of my shorts and studied it as if it were a wonder.

“A nice purple head, I like that”, she said. She reached down and flicked her tongue over the head, catching the pre-cum dripping from the slit. “Um, I always like this juice”, she said.

She sat on the floor in front of me and took my cock in her hand and started stroking slowly. She looked up into my eyes with a contented smile. She started jacking me faster, and took her other hand and cupped and squeezed my balls. I knew I wouldn’t last long watching her give my cock such loving care.

“I’m going to cum soon”, I exclaimed. Within a minute I felt the cum welling up in my balls. She continued to jerk me, but took her other hand and lifted up her shirt. She had on a satiny, low cut black bra that pressed her breasts together for plenty of cleavage. As I started to shoot my load, she pointed it at her breasts. Four strands of cum landed on her tits and bra, soaking into the shiny material and standing out on the black bra. She moved my cock up to her face and rubbed it on her cheek, squeezing out a little more cum that squirted into her hair and dribbled down her cheek and onto her shirt that was bunched up around her neck.

She ran her finger over her cheek, putting the cum into her mouth. She smiled at me and said, “Yummy, older guy cum tastes good, too!”

I was speechless, standing there with my deflating cock hanging out. I started to pull my pants up, but Carolyn stopped me. “Don’t put it away yet, I want to look at it some more”, the teenager said.

I was debating whether to take my pants all the way off or just ignore her and put them back on when we heard a car in the driveway. It was my wife Barbara and sister Ellen returning with lunch. Carolyn and I scrambled to make ourselves normal looking. She said ‘we’ll have to do this again sometime. Maybe you can come to one of my and my friends jerk off parties”.

“I’d like that”, I said as I finished putting on my pants. “Maybe next time I can do something for you”.

“Now that would be nice”, Carolyn said, just as the two women walked in the door.

“What would be nice?” Ellen asked.

“Oh, Uncle Ron was just talking about showing me something sometime”, Carolyn said with a wicked grin.

Barbara looked at Carolyn and then looked at me with arched eyebrows. I then realized that Carolyn had a little cum still in her hair, not yet fully dried, and a wet spot on her shirt where the cum on her breasts and bra had soaked through.

Ellen seemed oblivious, but Barbara was definitely going to make me tell her all about this!