End Of The World By Maximillian Excaliber Introduction Have you ever wondered how you would spend your last hours on Voluptuous cocksucker eva notty gets fucked by lexington steele interracial and pornstar Now imagine that the world is going to be destroyed it's everyone's last hours on Earth.
Where would you be when it happened? Who would you be with? What would you do? This is the story of one man and what he did when he found out that the 'End Of The World' was coming. The st cock in her pussy hardcore and blowjob hope you enjoy it. Chapter One - "Restaurants" "Bruce, can you see that couple sitting in the corner booth from where you are?" Teresa, my date, asked.
She took a sip from her wine glass and then carefully set it back onto the white linen table cloth. Teresa, because she was sitting between the couple summer ray fucking face in her mouth me, was blocking my line of sight. I couldn't see and told her so. "No, you're obstructing my view." We were in a small, family operated, Italian restaurant having dinner. Candles providing the only light, it was dark inside.
There were two rows of booths which ran down a single long isle from the front to the rear of the restaurant. Our booth was near the back. Except for one other couple sitting in the very back of the restaurant, other than the employees, the place was empty. It was our third date. The first one had been a movie and the second a concert. I asked, "Are they celebrities?" I don't know why I asked.
"I'm not sure." Almost hypnotically, her eyes were transfixed on them. She started to say something, "They're. he's. oh my! You've got to see this." She had me curious, "Why? What african chick gives head and rides cock outdoors they doing?" Teresa moved to her left slightly. "There, can you see them now?" The couple's reflection appeared in the mirror.
While I couldn't quite make out their faces, I could tell it was a man and a woman. He was Caucasian and she Hispanic. From what I could tell in the near darkness, they were kissing. It looked as if her tongue was in his mouth. "Yes, that's better." "Is that his left hand on her breast?" Teresa inquired. She seemed fascinated It was. "It looks like it to me." I watched them for a few seconds.
The show they were putting on was very arousing. "What's that he's doing now?" Teresa asked. It felt as if I were spying on them. "He appears to be lowering his left hand." "Why?" I wasn't sure. "I think so he can." ". pull up her dress?" Teresa finished for me.
Forgetting about our meal, like voyeurs we both continued watching the show. "Look! She's not wearing any panties!" I could see but, did not respond.
The man was moving his right hand between his date's legs. "Now what's he going to do?" I decided to be diplomatic and suggested, "Do you want to leave?" "Not unless you do. We're all adults here. As far as I'm concerned, what they do is their own business." She paused. I assumed it was to give me time to consider what she'd said. "How do you feel about it? Do you want to leave?" Grinning, I told her, "I think we got twice our money's worth." "I don't follow you?" I explained, "Not only are we having dinner but, we're got a couple of real swingers giving us a live action performance of 'Sex And The City' at the same time!" Teresa looked at me strangely.
It was a look that told me I'd said something that surprised her. "Do you really think they're swingers?" She said almost expressionlessly. I admitted, "I don't know. It's possible. If they were, they certainly wouldn't broadcast it though." "Would you?" When she asked it, I had been paying more attention to the couple in the corner than I was to our conversation and didn't understand the question. I asked, "Would I what?" "Would hot angel piaff gets gonzo hardcore creampie action on all internal cream pie and european broadcast it?
I mean, if you were a swinger, would you tell anyone." There are critical times in a person's life when if they say the wrong thing, it can change their life forever.
Something told me this was one of them. "Not in this day and age." "Why's that?" Trying to focus on our conversation, I explained, "Because this is the 'Land of the Free and Home of the Brave'. What it really means is that you're 'Free' to go along with the majority unless you're 'Brave' enough to do otherwise." She said nothing.
Just when I thought I'd offended her she began speaking again. "Bruce, do you like to 'Party'?" Her eyes were upon me. I looked at her and replied, "Sure. but only with the right people." "Do you think you would enjoy partying with me?" I was ready for a night out on the town.
"I'd love to." Then I asked, "Do you know any good clubs?" "There is a 'European Style' club I go to for a little 'Fun and Games' every other weekend. It's not a commercial establishment or 'Party House'. It's a private club. This couple I know likes to 'Entertain' in their home. They have lots of amenities which they make sure are kept 'Safe' for everyone." I grinned, "Better safe than sorry." "Especially when sorry means dead or worse." She agreed.
About that time, the man in the corner opened his date's blouse enough to fully expose his date's left breast and began sucking it with complete abandon. Her head was tilted backwards and was resting against the back of the booth.
With a look of pure ecstasy on her face she opened her eyes, looked directly at me and smiled. Feeling like a kid who'd been caught looking in his neighbor's window, I smiled and quickly turned my attention to what Teresa was saying. "All the club's members are nice, 'Clean', friendly people.
We're very selective and, we won't invite someone back if we find out that the drink too much or do drugs. If what you're looking for is a place to dance, play a few games and enjoy the 'Indoor Sports', then our club is the place to do it." There was a brief pause during which I thought I heard a woman moan several times.
"Do you have any plans next weekend?" To me, the way Teresa had described it, the place sounded like a nice place where friends gathered for conversation and relaxation. "I'm completely free. Who is driving whom up or, are we going separately?" "Great! I was hoping you'd say that. It's way out in Harris County, I'll pick you up and show you how to get there." I stole a peek at the couple in the corner.
It appeared as if the woman was unzipping her date's fly. "By the way, just so you won't be too surprised when you get there, a few of our members are into the 'Arts'. One of them, her name is Annette, likes 'Greek' and Cheryl." Teresa raised her eyebrows suddenly. It looked to me like the man was getting a hand-job. Not as distracted as Teresa was, I asked, "Cheryl from work?" "The very same.
She really loves showing off her 'French'." 'So Cheryl is bilingual!' I thought to myself and expressed my surprise to Teresa. "I didn't know that about her." "Only a few people at work do." It struck me strange at the time. The company paid good money to people who could speak more than one language. But, I didn't bother to ask Teresa about it. I glanced back over at the impassioned couple once more. From what I could see, the man had moved and was sitting with his back in the corner of the booth.
His female companion was bending down with her head between his legs. Trying to keep up my end of the conversation, I said to Teresa, "I learned a little Latin when I was in high school.
I haven't had much opportunity to practice it lately though. Clara, my ex-girlfriend, knew one language and that was English." "That was her loss. I can promise you that you'll have plenty of opportunities to expand your Latin 'vocabulary' at the party." Teresa went on to tell me that the club's owners were planning something really special this weekend and that she'd send me an email with all the details. When we left the restaurant that night, the man in the corner booth was under the table with his face between his date's legs.
I don't think I need to tell you what he was doing there. My date with Teresa was Thursday night. That Friday I was to start my annual two week vacation. Teresa new this and she was very understanding when I explained to her that, in order to keep from having to come in on my day off, I had to be at work early the next morning. I dropped her off at her apartment. Thus ended our third date. Like our previous dates, it ended with nothing more romantic happening than an extremely enjoyable goodnight kiss, not counting the two love-birds in the corner that is.
It seemed like a good start. There had been a lot of communication and I thought I was beginning to know her. I was wrong. Chapter Two - "Ralph" Before I go any further with this little tale, let me tell you more about myself. My name is Bruce Farrell. In appearance, I'm what you could describe as being 'nondescript. In other words I'm so average the only way I'd stand out in a crowd is if everyone else were lying down. I'm 5'9" tall, have brown hair, brown eyes, weigh about 200 pounds, have a goatee, and wear bifocals.
I'm also fifty years young. One last thing about me before I continue on, like a lot of men, I'm not hung like a porn star. No revelation there right? Clara told me that my dick isn't as small as breakfast link nor as big as a polish sausage.
I guess that was her way of saying that I was average down there too. For those of you who are interested, she also said my family jewels are bigger than toy marbles but smaller than tennis balls. Clara once compared my 'package' to a 6 inch bratwurst and a couple of furry golf ball sized flesh covered meat balls. She had a flair for culinary references. That's enough about me.
Now, I'll tell you some more about Teresa. Teresa, to be more specific Teresa Angelica Gentry, is in my humble opinion one of the two most attractive women I know. She's forty-five years old, 5'8" tall, has auburn hair, green eyes, and a wonderfully curvy figure. The only other woman I know who even comes close to holding a candle to her is Cheryl Sloan.
Yes, that's the same Cheryl she was talking about earlier. Since anything else I could say about either of them wouldn't be relevant, I'll get back to my story now. As I said, that Saturday I started my vacation and was really looking forward to the rest and relaxation that comes with it. Hoping to see Teresa before the party, I tried to call her. Her phone service had been disconnected. It was the only number she'd given me so, given the circumstances; all I could do was wait for her to contact me.
When two days later I still hadn't heard from her, I decided that despite what she'd said that night; Teresa didn't want to see me.
For the life of me though, I couldn't figure out why? To my lily sucks and grinds over a big dick, two days later I received an email from her. It was short. All it said was when the party was and what time she'd be by to pick me up. The rest of the week seemed to pass by with the speed of molasses after that. I guess it was because I had something to look forward to.
Eventually though, the day of the party finally did arrive. The forecast for Columbus Georgia, which is where I live, was for clear skies and high heat.
It was not to be the best day for yard-work, but wasn't going to be the worst either. Having overslept, I didn't get started until almost 11:00. As the weatherman had predicted, there wasn't a cloud in the sky above me and the heat was raising fast. Two hours later, I was sweating like an Eskimo in a desert.
An hour after that my tee-shirt was soaked; my underpants were drenched; and my socks were so wet that they made a 'squishing' sound every time I took a step.
What I didn't know at the time was that my shorts had dark sweat stains in some of the most embarrassing places you can imagine. Hoping to be finished by 5:00, I skipped lunch and kept working.
As I had planned, by 4:00 pm the lawn was cut, the sidewalk had been edged, and the hedges were trimmed. I was almost finished, which was a good thing because I was tired as hell. Sleeping sexmother best king sleeping mother had one thing left to do. take care of 'Ralph', the bush, immediately outside my office window.
I'd saved the worst for last. The house I own is a three bedroom ranch-style home located in one of the city's better middle income sub-divisions. It was a spoil of war left over from my divorce and one of the few things I had to show for four years of marriage.
I had been lucky in that, at the time of my divorce eight years earlier, there wasn't much equity in the place and the payments were too high for my ex-wife to afford. She let me have it and along with it custody of 'Ralph' What was supposed to be the front bedroom, and is now my office has a fantastic bay window facing the front of the house.
The window usually provides me a relatively unobstructed view of both the walkway to my front door, and most of the driveway leading to my double-wide garage. I say relatively because 'Ralph', who is actually an unusually healthy wintergreen boxwood bush, lives right outside the window and was once again blocking my view. If it's any interest to you, I named him after the asshole contractor who built my sub-division.
'Ralph', the asshole contractor, left for me a host of architectural defects resulting from the cheap labor and shoddy materials used during construction of my house. Not content with simply taking his money and running, 'Ralph' the contractor left 'Ralph' the bush for me to deal with. I took it as a parting 'FUCK YOU' gift for me. so began the game. Every year 'Ralph', the bush, and I had this little game the two of us would play. It's called who can piss the other off the most and it goes like this.
While I was busy working my ass off making sure 'Ralph the Bush' would have a place to stay, he would work just as hard growing so I'd be forced to use part of my precious free time, (in this case my vacation) knocking him back down to size.
Unfortunately, after twelve years, the score was 'Ralph the Bush' 12, me 0. That day, I had wasted yet another half hour of my life trying to take him down a peg (or rather to a peg) when I looked down at him and was overcome by a horrible feeling of d?
vu. Something in me must have snapped because I turned suddenly herbicidal and out came the weed and grass killer. I keep it for those times when I'm too busy working weekends and can't find anyone to cut the grass. Hoping to drown him in a puddle of poisonous pesticide, I systematically saturated him with an entire gallon of the lethal liquid.
With a look of sadistic glee on my face, I looked down at 'Ralph' as if expecting to hear him cry out in agony. He didn't! Instead, of begging for mercy or screaming from pain he just sat there in mocking silence.
To say I became angry would have been the sexbeautiful girl bathroom rape sex stories com of the century. I had murder in my eyes. I went into my garage and began looking for something. anything. with which to send 'Ralph' to whatever afterlife it is that dead plants go so he could meet the proverbial 'Burning Bush' personally. Five minutes later, I came back carrying a trash-bag containing everything that was even remotely toxic in my garage; and then, one at a time, I maliciously emptied the contents of every container in the bag onto 'Ralph'.
The last thing I remember pouring on him was a bottle of white shoe polish. Don't ask me how it had ended up in my garage, I have no idea! Anyway, by the time the last bottle was emptied, 'Ralph' was covered with enough rat-poison, snake killer, motor oil, transmission fluid, bug spray, window cleaner, hand cleaner, tire cleaner, bleach and yes, shoe polish, to kill a small city.
"Scream you bastard!" I said yelled furiously. Nothing! Defiant to the end, he didn't even groan! I fetched my garden-hose, turned on the water, and from five feet away, threw a match on 'Ralph'. First there was a loud puffing sound. That was followed by a kind of crackling snapping noise. Next, flames, accompanied by thick black smoke, suddenly rose six feet up into the air.
"Now what do you have to say?" His response wasn't what I expected. "Oh shit!" I yelled as I watched him expand suddenly upwards into a topiary towering inferno of flames that was twice my height. I turned the hose on him and attempted to put out the fire.
When after several seconds, it didn't go out; I remembered that water doesn't work on an oil fire. After I realized my mistake, I made a mad dash back into my garage and grabbed the bucket of sand I kept there in the event I ever had a grease fire in the kitchen.
I then ran back to the pyrotechnic pile of pulp that used to be 'Ralph' and, bending as low as I could without getting roasted myself, threw the entire contents of the bucket directly onto the base of the fire. It worked and the fire was smothered instantly.
I picked up my useless hose and stood vigil for several minutes as I wondered to myself what I was going to do if 'Ralph' burst back into flames. I was all out of sand. Looking back on the event, I can honestly say that I was lucky I didn't kill myself with toxic fumes from all the chemicals I'd mixed. Anyway, ten minutes later I hosed off my victim and assessed the damage.
"NO FUCKING WAY!" I yelled. Other than being devoid of leaves and slightly charred on the outside, my botanical foe looked no worse for the wear! Enraged beyond words and disappointed beyond disbelief, I began trying to figure out whether or not the bumper on my Mini Cooper would take the strain of having a chain hooked to it. The other end of which I intended to attach to 'Ralph' so I could pull his antagonizing ass out of the ground.
I suddenly got this all too vivid mental image of me driving down the street in a bumper-less Mini. In my rear-view mirror I could see 'Ralph' right where I'd left him. He was using one limb to give me the finger while another twirled the chain with my bumper attached to it through the air like a piece of 'bling' he'd just taken off a fallen foe in a street fight. "Drink this!" I was startled by a voice behind me.
It belonged to Mrs. Watkins, one of my next door neighbors. She was a retired nurse. I had been so busy trying to exterminate 'Ralph' that I hadn't heard her come up behind me.
In her left hand she held a large glass of what appeared to be cold water and no ice. I looked at her. "Huh?" "Drink this." She said and handed me the glass. Not wanting to argue with her, and being absolutely parched, I did as she asked.
When I finished she asked me, "Can I see all girls fuck and squirt hose for a minute?" Not thinking, I handed his girl helps him fuck another girl tube porn to her. Without saying a word she aimed the hose at open saxy faking storys ktrenakaf and turned it on.
The sudden assault of water caught me off guard. I started coming out of it instantly. "Hey, what gives?" "You're over heated and talking to yourself. You need to cool off right now!" Mrs. Watkins explained as she continued hosing me down. After the initial shock of the cool water hitting me wore off, I realized she was right and the fog I was in began to lift.
"I want you to promise me that you'll go inside, take a cool shower and drink three more glasses of water.
Will you do that for me?" I told her I would. "Good.
I'll be over in fifteen minutes to check on you." As I headed for the house, my pocket started ringing. That's where I keep my cell phone. Trying not to get it any wetter than it already was, I extracted my phone from my pocket and flipped it open. "Hi, Bruce!" I didn't recognize the number but the voice sounded like Teresa.
I was still a bit out of it and not too sure. I asked, "Teresa?" "Yes." She replied exuberantly. "I haven't heard from you about the party. It's tonight and I was wondering how you felt about it. Do you still want to go?" My senses returned and I remembered the email. Confused, I told her, "I was hoping you'd call. By the way, do you know your cell phone is disconnected?" I guess I was still a little fuzzy. reluctant mature wife suprise threesome I'm so sorry.
My plan expired and the cell provider I had stunning mason is down for some anal up on the rates.
I decided to change phone companies. For some bullshit reason, the new company wouldn't let me keep my old number and, I got stuck with a new one. I thought I told you. I guess I've been so busy that I forgot." She paused briefly. That lead to my next question, "That's okay.
By the way, did you receive the reply email I sent you Wednesday?" "No. I didn't. My Internet has been down all week. I was going to see if it was back up when I got home. I just got off work five minutes ago. Why? What was in it?" She asked hesitantly. Then added, "You're not offended are you?" The fact that Teresa hadn't gotten my email was no big surprise to me. Her email address told me that we both had the same Internet Service Provider. I knew from experience that they sucked worse than a bucktoothed epileptic hooker with a bad case of lockjaw.
During that week, I had plenty of time to think about our date. One of the things that occurred to me was that she might be playing it cautious. In which case, I couldn't say I blamed her.
The week before I'd gone on vacation everyone at work had been forced to sit through another one of those boring 'sexual harassment' seminars specifically designed to put the Fear of Ava ramons hubby watches her get fucked teazeworld and voyeur, litigation and financial ruin into us. I thought Teresa was talking about being a party girl.
I said to her, "Offended? Why would I be offended? Like I told you at dinner, I agree with you. What happens between consenting adults is no one else's business." "Well, people have differing views of what is and isn't acceptable. Most of society thinks the kind of 'partying' my friends and I do is immoral." I asked, "Do you and your friends respect each other's limits?" I was thinking about a buddy of mine I went clubbing with one time.
He tried to get me drunk and wouldn't listen when I told him I didn't want to get trashed. "We all do. In fact, if someone doesn't, we won't 'party' with them anymore." Teresa answered.
It was the right answer, "Then I don't see a problem with it." "So what do you think? Do you feel like 'partying' like there's no tomorrow?" I could tell she wanted me to say yes.
I'd already made up my mind. "I'd love to party with you. Are you still going to pick me up?" "Yes. Do you still live at.?" She read my dress to me from the phone book. I told her I did. "Then I'll be there at 8:00 sharp." There was a short pause after which she added, "Let me give you my phone number in case you need to reach me." I said sure and she did. Ten minutes later, showered and dressed in a fresh pair of shorts, the haze was totally gone and I felt much better. I was working on my third glass of water when I heard the doorbell ringing.
It was Mrs. Watkins. As if she'd never stopped being a professional nurse, she began taking my pulse and feeling my forehead to see how hot I was.
She asked me when the last time I had eaten was. When I told her I hadn't, she explained to me that it would probably be a good idea if I ate something light.
I said I'd make myself a sandwich. She seemed satisfied and left. Ten minutes later, having devoured my food with all the enthusiasm of a starving man, I went to my bedroom and fell promptly asleep. Chapter Three - "Runs" After I woke up from my nap, I showered, got dressed and then went to my living-room. The email had said to dress for a party.
I was wearing a pair of white dress slacks, a red satin short-sleeve shirt, red socks and black dress shoes. While I had been looking through my sock drawer, I found an old bottle of highly overpriced cologne I had bought when I was with Clara. After months of her nagging me, I gave in and spent the money. It was my bad luck to pick the day we broke up to get it.
I was so mad at the time that I threw the unopened bottle in the back of my sock drawer where it would be out of sight and forgot all about it. Deciding it was time to both put the past behind me and get a return from my investment, I opened the bottle intending to put some on.
Unlike most cologne for men, this one was in a spray bottle. Wanting to know what it smelled like, I sprayed some on my wrist. Whew, it was really strong. Not that it smelled bad; it was just highly concentrated. Playing it safe, I sprayed a couple of squirts on a paper towel and rubbed it around my neck. Even that little bit seemed a lot to me and, I remember wondering to myself whether I had overdone it. I then went into my living-room, sat down in my favorite chair, picked up my laptop, and tried to kill what time I had to wait by looking at my email.
The Internet was running slower than a snail trying to pull a concrete block up a slippery slope and I had to wait for my messages to download. I cruised a few porn sites looking for something to read. Just when she always spreads her legs for the dildo story I was reading was getting really good, Teresa called to tell me that she was running late.
While I was on the phone with her, my connection dropped just as another message from Teresa started coming in. I could tell from the time stamp that it predated the one I had. It finished downloading about the same time the doorbell rang so I didn't have time to do anything other than send it to my printer. My intention was to read it on the way to the party. The time was seven forty-five P.M.
As I headed to my front door, I grabbed the email off my printer and I stuffed the two page long printout into my pocket. I opened the door and, as I'd hoped, Teresa was waiting there for me.
To my pleasant surprise, she was not alone. Standing next to her was Cheryl. Now, before I continue, let me tell you a little about, Cheryl. She's 5'4" tall, but what she lacks in height she makes up for by being perfect everywhere else. Her face is so cute as to be absolutely sexy. She has short curly blond hair, deep blue eyes, and luscious lips that will just make your mouth water wanting to kiss them.
Below all that is a set of full round bosoms, a firm bouncy ass and pair of muscular but feminine legs. All this makes up one very sexy thirty-eight year old woman. Before I forget, there is one other thing I should mention, she's also been making goo-goo eyes at me for the last three months. Had it not been for the pervasive atmosphere of impending doom created by those damn sexual harassment seminars, I would have asked her out already.
Being a health hetero-sexual male, you know having a heart that beats and a penis that gets hard whenever it sees something it likes, I've awakened from more than one wet dream in which Teresa, Cheryl, and sometimes both Teresa and Cheryl, had climbed 'Mount Bruce' so they could slide down it's slippery slopes, re-climb it, and then do it again.
and again. and again! Get the picture? I gave them the standard greeting, "Hi!" "Hello", they said beautiful shemale mariana lins takes dicks in her ass at the same time. After which, first Teresa then Cheryl took turns hugging me.
"You smell absolutely wonderful!" Teresa exclaimed. Innocently, I said, "I'm trying out a new cologne. Do you like it?" Cheryl replied, "Oh yes! You smell great!" As she began looking me up and down, I noticed that Cheryl's breathing seemed to be quickening. I looked over at Teresa. It seemed to be having the same effect on her. We all just stood there for a few moments looking at each other.
Teresa was wearing a short, sexy bronze three-string shimmer club wear dress. It had a deep plunging neckline, was bear in the back and had a him that started eight inches below her waistline. It looked to me then that she had on either pantyhose or full length stockings and a high garter-belt.
On her feet she wore a pair of matching bronze three-inch high heels. It was a bra-less affair and she looked stunning in it! Just as stunning was Cheryl. She was wearing a black microfiber wrap-around dress. It had a slight 'V' shaped hem at the top that curved around and down in the back half the distance between her shoulders and waist. The bottom hem, which in the front was also in the shape of an upside 'V' and was so high I was pretty sure anyone at a distance or close to eye level would have seen the bottom of her panties.
Visible just below the hem were two inches of her garter. Attached to that was a pair of black full length stockings. On her feet, she had a pair of three-inch black high heels. They made her look taller than she actually was.
"Sorry it took so long. Cheryl here couldn't find mom sleeping and son xxx favorite pair of earrings.again! Somehow they ended up rolled up in her stockings." Teresa said apologetically.
I was about to tell Teresa about teen milana witch gets bent over by hung tutor email when Cheryl yelled, "Oh crap!" distracting me. "What's wrong?" Teresa asked. With a concerned look, Cheryl exclaimed, "I was in such a hurry I didn't even bother to check them for runs before I put them on. Do you see any?" I looked down at her lovely legs and I heard myself say, "Do I see any what?" "Runs silly!" She said and giggled.
After looking again, only this time for runs, I told her, "Not on this side." Smiling happily, she turned around and then bent over slightly. That's when I learned three things. First, there were no runs in Cheryl's stockings; that was good for her. Second, there teen first anal quest bounc bbc a three inch curved split hem in the bottom of her dress that was good for anyone who was looking.
And lastly, but most importantly, I could see the crack of her ass which meant she wasn't wearing any panties, and that was very good for me!
Maybe she was in such a hurry she forgot to put them on? Yeah, and maybe I'm Howard Hughes long lost heir too! But that's not what I was thinking at the time. What really went through my mind was. "OH MY GOD WHAT A GREAT LOOKING ASS!" Wondering whether or not I was drooling, I said to her, "Nope, everything looks great to me!" Teresa laughed.
"Cheryl, do you remember what I told you on the way over here?" I could hear a touch of annoyance in Teresa's voice. Standing upright, Cheryl said to me, "Was my ass showing again?" Thinking to myself, 'Again?' I told her truthfully, "Just a little." Still etched in my mind the picturesque view of her beautiful bottom.
I could see that Teresa was becoming impatient. "Come on you two. We're already late for the party." Teresa said anxiously. We headed to her car and I was going to sit in the back but before I could get there Cheryl ran ahead of me and opened the front passenger door.
"Hop in." Thinking she wanted the backseat to herself, I climbed in and waited for her to close the door. Instead, she began moving my way saying, "Scoot over Bruce. I don't want to sit back there all by myself." I did and sex very sex sex sex sex sex myself sitting there sandwiched between the two of them. I was in heaven! After Teresa backed out of my driveway, trying to make conversation, I asked, "If you don't mind telling me, what was it you said to her on the way over?" Teresa smiled.
"I told her if she didn't behave herself you'd think we were a couple of perverts." I looked down at her stocking covered legs.
"I don't see anything perverted." Cheryl giggled, "See, I told you he was okay. Didn't I?" Changing the subject, I asked, "So tell me, where is this party we're going to?" "It's at a friend's house out in Harris County." Teresa replied. Harris County is a separate rural municipality outside the city limits of Columbus. Despite the fact that the car's air-conditioner had been running from the moment Teresa had started the engine, my cologne permeated the car.
One look at the air-conditioner's settings told me why. It was on recycle meaning very little, if any outside air was getting in. Wondering what effect my cologne was having on the ladies, I looked at them one at a time. Even in the dark, I could tell that both Cheryl's and Teresa's eyes were glazed over. 'Interesting!' I thought to myself. 'I'd love to know what's going through their minds right now.' Teresa turned the radio on and, after an uneventful ride; twenty minutes later we arrived at are destination.
It was a Colonial style house isolated deep in the woods about half a mile off the main road. There was a large two car garage on the front left side.
Next to that was what appeared to be, from the outside, another equal sized garage but with one door instead of two. On a slab to the left of the work-area was parked a 30' motor home.
It looked to be perhaps twenty years old but was in excellent condition. Teresa got out of the car first, followed by Cheryl and then me. The two women headed to the door. I stayed back purposely enjoying the view. Teresa pushed the doorbell and about twenty seconds later, the door opened. The person who answered it was a woman. Cheryl introduced her as our hostess, Kayla Burch. Kayla had long brown hair, brown eyes and figure that she must have worked out regularly to maintain.
Being 5'10" in height she was taller than the average woman. I guessed her to be about forty years of age. That night she was dressed in three-inch tall black high-heels, sheer black thigh high stockings and a matching garter belt. On her hips was a black satin skirt that was so thin it was almost transparent.
Above that, was a see-through black sleeveless blouse with a teardrop opening in the front. Beneath the blouse appeared to be a lacy black bra. On her neck was a short, silver chain necklace. Hanging down from the chain and resting just above the top of her blouse was a one-inch, oval black onyx stone resting in a silver setting.
Around each wrist were matching thin silver chain bracelets. After a brief introduction, Kayla said, "Come on in, the party's already started. Bruce, I'll get Alex to give you a quick tour of the place so you'll know where everything is.
Don't hesitate asking for anything, my house is your house." I saw a man of perhaps forty-five walk up behind her. He had black hair, brown eyes, and was also about 5'10" inches tall. He was wearing matching blue shirt and pants.
The man didn't look very muscular and, the paleness of his skin told me that either he didn't tan easily or worked indoors. There appeared to be no calluses on his hands which, in my mind, confirmed the later. Kayla introduced them, "Bruce, this is my husband Alex. Alex this is Bruce. He works with Teresa and Cheryl." After a few more pleasantries, I was taken inside and introduced to the other guests at the party, two women and two men.
There was Esmeralda Silva, a stunning beautiful dark complected thirty-eight year old Spanish woman. She had shinny long, wavy, black hair that went down almost to the crack of her ass.
Esmeralda was wearing an emerald short-sleeve green dress. The dress had a one inch choker color and rectangular neckline in the front. I kept thinking to myself that I'd seen her somewhere before but couldn't place it.
She told me that she was at the party alone. Next there was couple, Annette Hurst and her date Gary Hull; they'd arrived at the party together. The first thing that I noted about Annette was she liked to giggle a lot. She couldn't have weight more than 90 pounds fully clothed and soaking.
She was 5'9" and about thirty-six years old. Her hips were as small as a twelve year old boy's and her waist even smaller. Annette had a beautiful face and had it not been for the obviously counterfeit tits she was sporting I have no doubt she could have been a supermodel. Her hair was sandy-blond and short.
Her eyes were blue and she had perfect teeth. Covering her was a satin and lace sleeveless white dress with a modest neckline in the front.
On her feet was a pair of white three inch leather high-heels. As she walked away from me after her introduction, I noticed the neckline in the back was not even close to modest. It went all the way down to the top of her ass and then an inch more beyond. Gary, in stark contrast to Annette, was absolutely homely. He too was about 5'9" but I think he was a couple years older than she was.
My guess is he was about forty-one or so. Gary was bald and, because he wore tented glasses, I couldn't tell what color his eyes were. Except for the black slacks and matching black short-sleeve shirt he had on, if you imagine an accountant out of one of those old 1950's movies, you'll have a pretty good picture of him. Craig, who I was told came to the party by himself, was one of the least handsome men I've seen in my life.
He had curly red hair, horrible freckles, high protruding cheek warm ball cream collection for hot asian japanese and hardcore and a slight pot belly. His slacks were navy blue and his shirt white. Had it not been for his voice, which was so deep that I'm sure the women who'd heard it but had never met him found sexy, I'd say that he reminded me a pudgy version of Howdy Dowdy.
The tour followed. Alex told me that what I'd thought was a second garage was really his workshop but conspicuously didn't show it to me. When the tour was over, I was led back to the living-room to the other guests. The television was on. Alex must have noticed me looking at it. He explained, "Annette is in a commercial for one of the local car dealerships. It premiers tonight and I thought everybody would get a kick out of seeing it." The picture on the screen faded leading into a commercial break.
"Here it comes, he announced!" Annette appeared on the screen wearing a tight fitting bikini that made her massive mammaries look even bigger. She was standing in the back of a pickup truck doing jumping jacks. As the camera panned in close and focused on her bouncing boobs, the announcer began speaking.
"Looking for REALLY BIG DEALS? If you're looking for HUGE SAVINGS, then Bi-City Worldwide Used Cars is the place for his cock can actually make me cum. We'll do anything to get your business. Isn't that right Cherry?" "That's right Annette answered in a labored breath. A small window, about a third of the screen appeared in the upper left right corner of the television.
It began cycling through photos of cars and the prices. The announcer continued, "And if you think they look great now, wait until you see what's under the hood." The room erupted with laughter. Suddenly, the screen changed. One of that television station's newscasters, a man named 'Chip' something, began speaking. "Are we live?" A woman's voice answered, "Yes." The man began speaking, "We interrupt our regularly scheduled broadcast to read the following bulletin from the National Aeronautics and Space Administration.
'Two clusters of asteroids will impact the earth between the hours of 7:27 and 11:58 pm eastern standard time. The first cluster contains a group of an estimated 125 asteroids of which all but one is smaller than 40 meters in diameter. The smaller ones are expected to be destroyed when they enter the earth's atmosphere.
The remaining asteroid is estimated to be 45 meters in diameter and will impact the earth somewhere in mainland China, however, the exact location of that impact cannot be estimated at this time.
The second cluster of asteroids, while smaller in number, contains one 2 kilometer wide asteroid. At 11:58 pm eastern standard time, the larger asteroid will impact somewhere in the south-east United States. The resulting collision will create an sexy babes have a sex orgy in thigh high stockings and stiletto boots level event.'" Chapter Four - "Ratfuck!" We had just been told that the world as we knew it was coming to an end.
After he finished reading the press release, the announcer put down the paper he was holding and asked, "Tom, do we have anything else from NASA?" There was a short pause during which his eyes appeared to be searching in front of him.
"Hey, where did he go?" An unseen female voice called out, "The same place we all are, home to be with our families!" "That's just great! I can't believe you're all going to leave me here alone. You know I don't have anyone to go home to!" It was a well known fact that the man was considered one of the city's most eligible bachelors.
Coldly, a man's voice yelled. "Ask Mei if she'll stay with you. She's been trying to get your attention ever since she started working here." A frumpy, but not unattractive, thirty year old young Asian woman walked into camera view and sat down in the empty chair next to him. She was wearing blue jeans and a tight fitting orange blouse that made her breasts look larger than they probably were.
She said to him, "I'll stay here with you if you want; I don't have anyone waiting for me at home either." Static filled the television screen for a second. From what I could see, it looked as if 'Chip' and Mei were embracing. The static cleared a bit, 'Chip' and Mei were kissing. More static, this time worse than before. When it cleared babe rides my dick in the grass telsev, she was nude from the waist up and 'Chip' was sucking her right breast.
She was saying something but the static was so bad I couldn't tell what it was. I thought to myself, 'It took the end of the world but we've finally got something worth watching on broadcast television!' Cheryl called out, "See if the reception is any better on another channel." Kayla pressed a button on the remote control she was holding in her right hand. A woman I recognized as another local television news anchor, I think her name was 'Mindy', appeared on the screen.
The static on that station was heavy but at least I could make out what she was saying. "I repeat, the first asteroid impacted the earth in China one minute and ten seconds ago totally destroying city of Hong Kong. The loss of life is estimated to be in excess of 7 million. According to the bulletin just released by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, as the second asteroid moves closer to the earth, we can expect the electronic interference we are having to continue to grow." "Hey, anybody got a dial tone on their cell phone?
Mine's dead!" It was Annette. Alex picked up the phone, listened for a second. "The land lines are dead too. Hey, where are you going?" It was directed at Gary. At the same time, Alex picked up his laptop. From where I was sitting, it looked like he was trying to get on the Internet.
"To see if my car will start." He replied and then disappeared out the front door. Meanwhile, on the television, the anchor woman continued. "What do you mean 'Try to remain calm'?" She appeared to be talking to someone off screen. "Are you out of your mind? Where have you been for the last fifteen minutes? The world's coming to a fucking end!" The voice from off screen said something to her in reply but I couldn't make it out.
Static or not, her response was as clear as a bell. "Fuck me! Why you ignorant son-of-a-bitch! If you hadn't been so timidly shy I'd have fucked you a long time ago. What do you think of that Jack?" I couldn't hear the response. I could hear what she said back though, "You're not shy?
Then prove it!" A tall very dark skinned man stepped in front of the camera and moved in her direction. He walked around the announcer's table, spun her around in the chair.
Then, in one swift motion, picked Mindy up and set her on the table. After stepping forward between her legs, he pulled up her dress. Mindy unfastened his pants and pulled down his zipper. The man then pushed Mindy onto her back, raised her legs by the ankles and placed them on his shoulders. Next, he yanked her panties up and off her completely causing her to be naked below the waist. Filled with lust, Mindy frantically pulled down Jack's pants and underwear at the same time revealing his massive erection.
Seeing it, Mindy cried out, "WAIT!" Jack ignored her. Instead, he pushed Mindy's ankles straight up into the air, pulling them wide apart as he did. "NOT YET.!" She screamed. It was a sentence she failed to finish because, like a man busting through a door, Jack rammed his cock inside her as far as he could.
The camera panned in; there was a look of astonishment on her face. Before she could say anything else, he started fucking her wildly.
The camera moved again for a close-up shot between her legs. It showed Jack's cock sliding in and out of her already wet her pussy. Mindy moaned in response. "Wow!" Someone at the party exclaimed. It sounded like Teresa. The Civil Defense logo filled the screen and was immediately followed by static. Kayla pressed a button on the remote again. I assumed she was changing the station.
The static didn't go away. After about two minutes, Alex said to her, "Honey, I think that's all we're going to get. Why don't you turn it off?" She did. He came over and hugged her.
About that time, Gary came walking back in the front door. "My car's toast. I guess we can forget about going anywhere." Alex informed Gary, "The Internet is down too." "Ratfuck!" Gary said, in apparent disgust.
He sat back down on the couch next to Esmeralda, "That really blows!" Putting an arm around him comfortingly, Esmeralda asked, "Why, did you have someone special to you wanted say goodbye to?" Her full name was Esmeralda Silva.
She was already there when I arrived. "No just my boss." Gary replied flatly. Curious, Alex inquired, "What could be important enough to make you want to spend your last moments alive talking to him?" "I just wanted to tell him how cheated I feel now that I won't have the pleasure of going postal on his ass Monday!" There was a dead silence while everybody looked at him.
We were all trying to make up our minds whether or not he was serious. Then, spontaneously, the room erupted in laughter. Craig asked somberly, "Anyone want to pray?" Kayla said scenically, "Sure. Just tell me what deity is going to stop the asteroid and I'll pray, dance or go down on him if I have to." "Or her!" Alex interjected. She continued, "Alright, or her right now if it would help!" Then Teresa said to no one in particular, "Does anyone here have any regrets?" "Besides not being able to go postal on my boss?" Gary asked sarcastically.
Frowning, "Yes, Gary, besides going postal on your boss." While he was thinking, Teresa said to me, "What about you Bruce, do you have any regrets?" "I never got to eat at a Howard Johnson's." I replied. Laughing, Gary said, "There are a lot more interesting things I can think of to do than eat there." "I'm talking about the restaurant, not the hotel." I said seriously. Attentively, Teresa insisted, "Are you seriously going to regret that?" "Believe it or not, yes." She prompted, "Tell us about it." "When I was a boy, my father was in the army.
As a result, I spent most of the first six years of my life living in Germany. Then he got orders to go to Vietnam and, the rest of my family had to go live in Maryland.
Because my mother didn't drive, other than the occasional holiday with my aunts and uncles, we didn't get to go out and eat like a normal family does. In those days, Howard Johnson's used to advertise heavily on television and, the food looked so good that one of the things I told myself I'd do before I died was eat at a Howard Johnson's restaurant." When I finished, Esmeralda interjected, "That sounds more like a desire than a regret." Teresa was willing to compromise, "I guess you could say it's both." Esmeralda answered, "Rather than focusing on the negative, why don't we talk about something positive like our desires, fantasies and the like?" "What for?
We can't do anything about them now. What good would it do?" Inquired Cheryl. Alex countered, "That's not necessarily true. Cute asian sits on large sex toy is possible.
How will you know until you share them?" "I guess you're right." Cheryl replied. Impulsively, Esmeralda asked me, "Do you have any other fantasies?" "There is one but it's kind of personal." I told her honestly. Teresa replied, "What is it?" I hesitated for a moment. "I don't know, some of you might find it offensive." Taking the lead, Kayla asked, "By personal, do you mean it's something sexual?" I nodded.
Kayla spoke up. "Don't worry about hentai shemales fucking and playing with toys. We're all very open minded here. Aren't we?" Alex said, "You'd be surprised if I told you what it takes to offend me." After which Gary stated, "As long as it doesn't involve animals or fish, I'm cool." That seemed to be the general consensus.
Teresa asked, "Does it involve a male or a female?" "Do you promise you won't be offended if I tell you?" To my elation, she replied, "It takes a lot to offend me and, since we're all going to be dead tomorrow, I don't see why I should change that now." I decided she was right and told them. "Not one female. two!" As if a chorus, all four women asked, "Two?" Alex said, "Not too ambitious is he?" I didn't quite know how to take it.
Teresa gave him an evil look, "Do I know either of them?" "You know them both. In fact, you work with one of them." Esmeralda must have been becoming impatient because she looked at the clock on the wall and then said to me, "Oh come on Bruce. Time's running out. Just go ahead and say it. You've been fantasying about having a three-way with Teresa and Cheryl. Am I right or wrong?" Okay, so I'll ask you. Given the same circumstances, what would you say?
Chapter Five - "Revelations" Esmeralda a had just said to me, "Just go ahead and say it. You've been fantasying about having a three-way with Teresa and Cheryl, right?" Before I could answer, Teresa said to Kayla, "It's not fair for you to ask Bruce to share his private fantasies with us unless were all willing to do the same thing." "I'll do it if you will!" Esmeralda retorted.
Alex looked at her and said, "Why don't you start things off then?" "Fine, I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck you Gary." She replied. He said back to her, "Funny, I was wondering the same thing." "You've been wondering what it would be like to fuck yourself?" That was Cheryl.
Esmeralda laughed, "No dumb-ass, he was talking about fucking me." "I was kidding!" I remember thinking, 'I hope she really isn't that dumb!' "And you Kayla? What dark fantasy have you been hiding away in that dirty mind of yours?" It was Alex.
"I'd like to know if that bulge in Craig's pants is a big as it looks." Humbly Craig announced, "It is. Would you like to take it for a ride?" "Yes, I think I would." Our hostess confessed. Teresa turned to Alex and asked, "How do you feel about that Alex?" "If that's what she wants I have no problem with it." Then he looked at his wife and said, "You're not the only one who's been secretly lusting after someone else." "Really? Is it anybody I know?" She inquired.
Before he could answer, Esmeralda interrupted, "I'll bet I can tell you who it is!" "Do tell. Who do you think it is?" Alex said coyly. Esmeralda pointed, "Annette. Am I right?" "What makes you think that?" Kayla asked.
As if it were something everyone had seen, Esmeralda answered, "Because he's had his eyes on her tits from the moment she walked in the door." Annette seemed flattered, "Is she telling the truth Alex? Have you been undressing me with your eyes all night long?" "If I said yes, would you be offended?" To which she responded, "Would you if I told you I like having an audience?" "Does the size of the audience matter?" It answered her question. She shook her head no.
Teresa looked at me and said, "Well, it's your turn now. Go ahead, answer the question. Is Esmeralda right?" It was then that Cheryl asked, "Hey, has anyone here ever actually been in a three-way? I'd been dying to try one." It wasn't the best choice of words. Kayla and Craig didn't answer. They had gotten up and were heading to what I think was the master bedroom.
Neither did Esmeralda and Cary, they were headed in the direction of one of the guest bedrooms. I didn't see where Alex and Annette disappeared to. "I think they've all left us!" I pointed out. Teresa looked at Cheryl, "You never told me you wanted to have a three-way! Who have you been thinking about?" "A couple of people at work." She replied nonchalantly.
Seemingly astonished, Teresa asked, "Why didn't you tell me?" When Cheryl didn't answer, Teresa repeated her question, "Cheryl, why didn't you tell me?" "BECAUSE YOU'RE ONE OF THEM! ALRIGHT? THERE, I SAID IT. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?" Cheryl yelled at her. Teresa smiled and said, "Yes because now I can tell you that's also been a fantasy of mine. Now tell me who the other one is." Cheryl leaned over and whispered something Teresa's ear. "That's what I thought, chennai big aunty sex with small boy mms story too." Teresa said in response.
The sound of female voices moaning began to fill the air. As the mental images of couples fucking began appearing in my mind, I started getting an erection. Teresa got up and walked around the couch until she was standing behind me. Placing her hands to the side of my face, she gently pulled my head back until I was looking up at her. Then, leaning very closely she whispered, "Do you want to tell us now whether Esmeralda was right?" "Yes." I replied.
She kissed me on the forehead and asked"Yes what?" I head Cheryl get up from the couch but couldn't tell where she was going. "Yes to both." I replied. Hearing my words, Teresa placed her lips upon my mouth and began kissing me erotically.
As our tongues intertwined, I felt fingers working to unfasten my belt. Not more than two seconds later, the same unseen hands were unsnapping my pants and pulling down my zipper. I tensed up. "Relax! It's just me." I heard Cheryl's voice say from between my legs. When I raised my buttocks off the couch, she pulled down my pants and underpants with them.
Released from the confines of my clothing, my manhood pushed its way upward in her direction. Meanwhile, Teresa who had been unbuttoning my shirt opened began running her hands softly over my chest. As her right palm held my manhood stationary, Cheryl's tongue began rolling up and down the underside of my cock. Teresa's hands left my chest. Out of the corners of my eyes I could see that she was using them to slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders. I reached up and pulled Teresa further forward so I could take her right breast into my mouth.
"OEW!" Moaned Teresa when I began sucking on her nipple causing it to become fully erect. Something soft, wet and warm surrounded the tip of my cock. It was Cheryl's lips. She was sucking me into her mouth. "Let's all move to the floor where we'll have more room." Suggested Teresa. While Teresa was retracing her steps around the couch, Cheryl stood up and took four steps backward. Then she removed her dress and threw it in my direction.
Posing for me, she asked, "Do you like?" I stood up, stepping out of my pants as I did and moved towards her. When I was close enough to touch her, I pulled her to me and slid my hard-on between her legs. "What do you think?" I asked, holding her ass firmly in the palms of my hands. In response, she opened her legs and surrounded my shaft with the furrow of her womanhood.
Her hips began moving to and from and, it wasn't long until the lust from her loins had lubricated the top of my shaft. There was a sound reminiscent of bags of clothing landing on the floor behind me. Hearing them, Cheryl put both arms around me and stepped forward.
I moved my left foot in an attempt to keep my balance but it got caught on some unseen obstacle. The next thing I know I was laying flat on my back with Cheryl landing on top of me. The couch cushions were beneath me. I couldn't see where Teresa was at the time.
My cock was still between Cheryl's legs but instead of mounting me as I expected, she just lay there breathing in my cologne as if intoxicated by it.
Her eyes closed and I could tell from the way her nipples were hardening against my chest that she was overcome becoming filled with lust.
Burning with desire, she placed her lips on mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues met in the first primal joining of our bodies. To my surprise, though I didn't think it possible, my erection began throbbing and I knew it had gotten even harder. No woman had ever had that kind of effect on me and it was a totally new experience for me.
Something soft grabbed my manhood, pulling it gently upright. "UMMPH!" I grunted. The additional contact was unexpected. "It's me. I couldn't resist it anymore!" Explained Teresa and then went back to heather harmon knows how to do a proper deepthroat the top of my cock like a lollypop. After a few seconds, she paused long enough to say, "See if you can think of something else." Attempting to do just that, I focused on Cheryl's warm tongue and began rubbing her cushy ass cheeks with the palms of my hands.
At first, Teresa's tongue was a little more than a minor, albeit enjoyable, distraction. But a few seconds later I felt her place one hand at the base of my cock and grip it firmly heightening my pleasure. I didn't have long to think about it because hot stud enjoying both mom and daughter pussies threesome and hardcore Immediately engulfed my fleshy knob in her warm inviting mouth.
While I felt what I assumed was her other hand begin stroking my shaft, Teresa tightened her lips and she began moving them up and down the full length of my throbbing hard-on causing me to grunt unexpectedly. I began having trouble concentrating. I decided to focus my attention elsewhere. I broke my kiss with Cheryl and quickly lowered my head until my mouth was so close to her left breast I could almost touch it with my tongue.
She bent forward pushing her breast into my open mouth. As I took it inside and began sucking, Cheryl quivered slightly atop me. Wondering what her reaction would be, I carefully took her nipple between my teeth and gently pulled on it, then let go. She moaned in response. I'd had forgotten how arousing it was to enjoy a woman's nipple while something silky smooth like a mouth or pussy was sliding up and down on my dick.
Instead of taking my mind off of what Teresa was doing, it only made it worse. Changing breasts and hearing Cheryl moan once blonde girl with big fatty ass want a big black cock of her best friend as a result didn't help any either.
"No! Don't stop!" Cheryl protested when I decided to change tactics and lifted her by the waist and until she was practically sitting on my face. Before she could say anything else, I probed her honey pot with my tongue for her love button. When I found it, Cheryl exclaimed, "Ahhh!" Holding her firmly about the hips, I licked my way back down the bottom of her love portal and back again.
She was already wet and I could taste her juices. "Hey, that's cheating Cheryl! You're getting ahead of me!" Teresa called to us enviously. She was still stroking my manhood when she'd said it. Tauntingly, Cheryl boasted, "I'll bet I get there before you do!" "Ummph!" I called out suddenly through clenched teeth causing Cheryl to ask, "What was that?" "That was just me." Teresa confessed.
Curiosity getting the best of her, Cheryl looked over her shoulder to see what was going on. From my vantage point, all I could see was a close of view of her short curly pubic hairs, which by the way, were tickling my nose! Had she asked, I could have told her what was happening.
Teresa had stopped licking my man-meat like a penis-pop and then, about three seconds later, I felt her stockings rubbing against my upper thighs. The lustful grunt I made had been in response to her impaling herself on me. From the angle her body was descending, I was pretty sure Teresa was facing away from me. "Hey, don't wear him out before I get a chance to." Cheryl stopped suddenly in mid-sentence.
Her concentration was broken when I fluttered my tongue lightly over her clit. "Stop that!" She insisted. I asked, "What? You mean this?" I did it again for several seconds more and then asked, "Or this?" and then I ran my tongue up and down the furrow of her love canal.
She responded with, "Ahhh! Shit!" "Ahhh? Shit?" I asked playfully. "What kind of answer is that?" Teresa, who was still bouncing her way to erotic ecstasy, laughed causing her inside to clinch me tightly when she did. "What's wrong Cheryl? Why don't you answer him? Cat got your tongue?" I explained, "No, my tongue has got her cat!" Then I pressed my mouth directly onto Cheryl's pussy and said into it, "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!" She must have liked it because Cheryl call out.
"OEW! Do that again!" So I did. She purred like a kitten. While that was going on, surprisingly aroused and lubricated, Teresa was taking her time sliding down my pleasure pole. "Ahhh!" She cried out incoherently when I unexpectedly raised my hips sending the rest of my shaft up inside her.
There are few things in life that will put more sexual pressure on a man to perform than attempting to please multiple women at one time. I had one woman on my face and another one on my crotch. Trust me when I say, no matter who you are, if you ever find yourself in that position, you soon discover how important it is to stay focused and maintain control of the situation. If you don't, you'll end up with a couple of extremely horny, very pissed off wildcats on your hands.
or as in my case mouth and dick! Having said that, believe me when I tell you I knew I had to do something fast to break Teresa's concentration or she'd have me cumming sooner than either her or Cheryl would have been satisfied with. So, I waited for her to raise her body again, and when all that was left of me inside her was an inch, just as she started to lower herself again, I trust quickly shoving my rigid member deep inside her as far as I could.
Even though I wasn't rough, her whole body shook from the impact. Next, I lowered my midsection until our two pelvis's no longer made contact. About a third of me was still inside her. While I waited to see if Teresa would take the bait, I let my tongue flutter on Cheryl's clit like the wings of a bumble bee buzzing against a window.
She gasped in response. Unaware of the trap I'd laid for her, Teresa dropped her weight in an attempt to re-impale herself on my love-stick. Before she'd even taken an inch of me, I thrust my lubricated pleasure pole as far inside her as I could and held it there!
With my face buried in Cheryl's snatch, I was unable to see any part of Teresa's body. Quickly, I reached out with both hands and blindly probed hoping to find Teresa's arms.
The first thing I touched I was sure was ankle; then came calve. I reached up from there and found naked thigh and from there waist. To keep her distracted, I pulled out and then let her have my manhood again.
Resting on her thighs I found what I'd been hunting for, her wrists. I grasped them both suddenly and quickly pulled both of them towards me. She was forced to lean backwards. As I held her in that position, I lowered my hips allowing my rod to slip half way out of her. This new angle made my cock rub directly against her g-spot. Teresa jerked suddenly. I ordered my hips to begin automatically moving slowly up and down.
Teresa's entire body quivered each time I they did. Experimentally, I decided to see if I could synchronize the movements of my hips with the movements of my tongue on Cheryl's clit. Sooner than I expected, Cheryl began a song of moans that was so erotically arousing that it my heart beat racing faster than I thought possible. Then again, perhaps it was that about the same time, Teresa began riding my cock with all the savagery of a wild woman in heat?
Faster and faster she went. Just when I was almost to the verge of orgasm, she stopped and froze. It couldn't have been more than two seconds and then. "AHHHEEE!" She screamed! It was a high pitched almost blood curtly scream and, I knew she was cumming. Once it was over she rolled off of me and onto the floor beside us.
'Thank God!' I thought to myself. 'It couldn't have happened at a better time. I was just about to cum.' My respite didn't last long though. No sooner had Teresa dismounted me than did Cheryl turn stand up, turned around, and then remounted me in a sixty-nine position.
The way she was using her tongue told me that she was trying to lick me clean and keep me aroused at the same time. The problem was, it was working all too well! I needed another distraction so I wrapped my arms around her waist, put my mouth right on her pussy and resumed giving her click tongue lashes as fast as I could.
It backfired! Instead of getting her attention, she attacked me like a starving succubus would male prey. Her woman with fire hair gets fucked hard hungrily devoured my erection as she fed on me as if trying to suck every ounce of sexual energy from by body.
My mind struggled to figure out some way to get her attention off my dick. Then it hit me. 'It worked before, why not try it again?' I hurriedly pressed my mouth directly onto Cheryl's pussy and said into it once more, "Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!" I made sure that her clit vibrated when I did. "Cheater!" She protested. I thought to myself, 'Yeah, but it worked. Wait to you see what I do next!' I sucked her inflamed clit into my own mouth and began humming xxxxx story pron sex stories com 'Star Spangled Banner'.
Teresa, who'd recovered by then, started laughing hysterically. Cheryl wasn't. She was too busy between panting and moaning to do anything else. Right about the tenth bar into my erotic symphony, the tingling in my pleasure prong disappeared and I decided it was time to finish her off. I suggested, "Come up here. I want to tell you something." She took the hint and flipped around into a cowgirl position. Before Cheryl could mount me properly, I said something to her in such a low whisper I was sure she couldn't possibly have heard.
She bent forward a little. "What did you say?" In the same low tone, I said it again. Cheryl bent forward even more leaving her almost in a reverse missionary position.
I raised my hips placing the head of my cock at the entrance of her vagina, grabbed her by the hips. I quickly drove myself into her and said in a phony Spanish accent, "Say hello to my little friend!" I didn't even give her a chance to respond.
Instead, I started fucking her like a rooster in a hen-house. fast and furiously. At the same time, I bent forward and took her left breast in my mouth and began sucking it. The bug-eyed look on her face told me I'd caught her off guard. Cheryl looked over at Teresa, who was laughing so hard now she was almost in tears.
"Are you just going to sit there and watch?" Cheryl inquired of her friend. Between laughter, Teresa asked. "Want me to go get one of Kayla's strap-ons and fill both holes for you?" "UMMM!" Cheryl grunted lustfully, then replied, "HELL NO!" The tingle-ling in the head of my cock had grown into a buzzing and I could feel my penis swelling inside her.
Sensing that I was close to cumming, I held her hips tightly and began fucking frantically. "FUCK MEEE!" She pleaded. My response was to shove her upwards. Holding her there by placing my left hand on her abdomen, I reached between her legs with my right hand, found her clit with my thumb, and began rubbing it as fast as I could. She gasped and then went into one long, breathless silent orgasm. I soon followed her by shooting chair fraiche et papys niqueurs old men and hot sex 4 after jet of my seed inside her.
I kept massaging her clit and didn't stop until she reached down and pulled my hand away. Sexually sated and physically exhausted, Cheryl collapsed her nude body on top of me. About ten minutes later, Cheryl suggested we check and see if the shower was free. It was and, since showering with two beautiful women had always been one of my other fantasies, I didn't have to be asked twice when they asked me to scrub their backs.
It didn't take long before I had another hard-on. Round two took place right there in the shower. When it was over and I realized that our time was running out, my first thought was, 'What xxxxxx 18 sistar story com way to go!' Chapter Six - "Reality" We were all gathered sitting semi-circle on in the living-room floor.
Nobody was dressed, but df back from the gym humiliation foot smelling seemed to mind either. I know I didn't. According to the clock on the right side of the sex with sexy legal age teenager beauty hardcore and blowjob, it was 11:50 pm.
I had been there almost three hours. Every tick it made told me that my time was running out. Teresa and Cheryl had me sandwiched in between them.
Teresa was on my left side, Cheryl on my right. Their heads were leaning on my shoulder for support. I had one arm wrapped around each of them touching a breast. Each hand was gently rubbing tiny circles around the nipple closest to it. Just a few minutes earlier I had been busily fucking, sucking and licking the both of them with a feeling of freedom and abandonment the likes of which I never previously had known.
I was physically tired, sexually knoxville tennessee blonde fucked drunk in hotel and more content than at any time before in my life. If I had to die, I was going to die happy. Anxiously, all eyes were glued anxiously to the clock to the right of the television. When the clocked changed to 11:52, Teresa said to me, "That was some great role-playing you did tonight!
Did you study acting?" Cheryl added, "Yeah! You even had me convinced." That's when I realized that no one else seemed, nervous, apprehensive or concerned in the slightest. Which, considering that the world was about to come to an end, seemed damned strange. It was at that point I became suspicious and began to wonder what was going on. The clock rolled over to 11:53. Confused, I turned to Teresa. "What the devil are bubble butt teen small tits creampie poor jade jantzen talking about?" Annette chimed in, "She's right.
That was some performance you put on. I've seen some good actors in my day but you deserve an academy award for the performance you gave tonight. It was really good!" "Acting? What acting?" Then I finally realized what Teresa had said to me a minute before. "Did you say role-playing?" I asked. That's when I heard Cheryl say, "Uh Oh!" Suddenly, it was as if someone on my side of the room had just farted.
Not a sound could be heard. When I looked around, I could see that everyone else was staring in our direction. Our being Teresa, Cheryl's and mine. They all, including Teresa and Cheryl had a look of shock on their faces. "Bruce, didn't Teresa tell you what kind of party this is?" Kayla asked pointedly. Horny chick trisha taking a large meaty dick smalltits and hardcore, Teresa insisted, "Of course I did!
I sent him two emails. The first said when the party was, the second one explained everything in great detail. Also, Esmeralda, Gary and I vetted him in the usual way." "Vetted? Emails? I only got one email from you, not two!" Then I thought about it and I remembered the printed hard-copy I'd shoved in my pants pocket on the way out the door.
"Wait a minute, did you say one email explained everything?" I reached into my pocket, removed the printout and handed it to her. "Is this it?" After unfolding and examining it, Teresa said to me, "Yes. You didn't read it; did you?" "No." I confessed.
"It came in five minutes before you and Cheryl showed up. I barely had time to print it out. I intended to read it on the way over here but I got." I stammered. "distracted!" Somebody laughed. It was one of the men. Esmeralda asked Teresa, "You mean he doesn't know what's going on?" Teresa replied, "Apparently not!" and then, like a teenage girl, Cheryl exclaimed, "Awkward!" Craig laughed. Kayla gave him a 'dirty look'. I thought to myself, 'Considering the world is coming to an end, what's the big deal?' Then I said aloud what I had been thinking.
Ignoring me, Kayla looked at the clock and then said in a most serious tone of voice, "Ladies, you've got about nine minutes to explain it to him." I think Kayla was talking to Teresa and Cheryl but I wasn't sure. What I could tell was that she was more than little annoyed at the time. For the life of me, I didn't know why. Did the fact that we were all about to die just hit her?
Come to think of it, given the circumstances everyone else seemed astonishingly calm. Obviously embarrassed, although for the life of me I didn't know why at the time, Teresa said to me, "Bruce there's been a terrible mix up." Craig interjected, "That's an understatement!" It earned him another 'dirty look' from Kayla. I was confused. "Huh?", I asked. Teresa continued, "You don't know what kind of party this is, do you?" "A pretty damn good one, I'd say. I don't know about you but I've had a great time.
Hell, I can't think of a better way to spend my last moments on earth. Didn't you all enjoy it?" I replied. Both Teresa and Cheryl answered together, "Fantastic!" "Me too!" Echoed various voices both male and female from throughout the room. I glanced at the clock. Another minute had gone by. Cheryl stated boldly, "It's a swinger's party, Bruce!" I was surprised. Considering what was about to happen to us, I didn't understand why they all thought it mattered and was just as confused as before.
"So?" I said. Cheryl tried to explain, "It's a themed swingers' party." I still wasn't following her. The second hand on the clock continued ticking. My heart began racing. Someone yelled impatiently, "Oh, just tell him damn it!" Teresa exclaimed, "It's an End of the World party." I thought to myself, 'Of course it's an End of the World party! Every party going on is an End of the World party.
The world is about to come to an end. ' Then I realized what she was saying. "Wait a minute! Are you trying to tell me that we're." I began. Teresa finished my sentence for me, "Not going to die?
That's right Bruce and neither is the world going coming to an end." I looked over at Kayla for an explanation. "But the news broadcasts? I saw you change the channel on the television. Two different stations said the same thing!" Kayla replied, "Actually, what you saw me do was change chapters on a DVD.
We had it made up especially for the party tonight. As for what you saw, it was all fake." "Are you trying to tell me those sets were fake?" Alex picked up from there. "Oh no. They were real alright. I got them both in my workshop. Want to see them?" "Hell yes I want to see them!" I said disbelievingly.
Less than thirty seconds later, I along with all the other men were standing in his workshop. Sure enough, just as he'd said there would be were two television news sets. I noticed that the ladies were conspicuously absent.
"But how?" I asked. "And what charlie and montana gunn were supposed to star in the broadcasters I saw?
I recognized both of them!" At that very moment, the ladies filed in behind us. Annette's concerto voice responded, "Everyone you saw is a member of our club. As for the sets, every other year the stations change out their news sets. Usually, they throw the old ones away.
This year, there were donated to the club. You know, at first we didn't know quite what to do with them. We all knew they had to be good for something, we just didn't know what. Then, after you took Teresa to see 2012 and she saw the newscasts in the movie, she came up with the idea to have an 'End of the World' party." I looked at Teresa, she was smiling.
Kayla said insistently, "Let's all go back into the living room and finish sorting this out." I started by reading the email printout.
No sooner had I finished reading than Teresa said to me, "Bruce, I'm terribly sorry about the mix up. I swear I honestly thought you knew what kind of party we were taking you to." "Well, that's a relief. At least we're not going to die." When I looked at Teresa, I could see Cheryl was whispering something to her. Whatever it was, Teresa shook her head no in response. Impatiently, Cheryl proclaimed, "Oh hell!
If you won't ask him than I will. Tell me Bruce, did you have a good time or not?" I reflected on the night's events for a moment. The only bad thing that happened was my thinking everyone was going to die when we weren't. Other than that, I'd had the best time of my life and, even though I would have ever thought it possible, a long time fantasy of mine had become a reality.
So, there really wasn't anything for me to complain about. "I had a great time, how about you two?" I said. "Fantastic!" said Cheryl. "Wonderful!" exclaimed Teresa, and then she asked, "Would you like to do it again sometime?" The idea of swinging had never occurred to me before.
Oh, to be sure, I had had my fantasies about two women. That goes without saying. I supposed if someone had asked that same question before the that night, I probably wouldn't have known how to answer them. However, being reminded how short life can be had changed my view of a few things. particularly social taboos.
"I'd love to!" I answered. There was still one thing I wanted to know though. "What did you mean you vetted me?" Teresa answered, "Do you remember the other couple at the restaurant during our last date?" "Yes. I'll never forget the way that couple was making out that night." She asked, "Did anyone here look familiar when you arrived?" "Now that you mention it, I did have a feeling when I got here that I'd seen Esmeralda before." Esmeralda got walked over in front of Gary, got down on her knees, turned away from me, and as she began moving her head up and down, asked, "Does this look familiar?" A light bulb went off over my head!
"You were the couple in the restaurant that night!" Esmeralda explained, "We were trying to determine how open minded you were." With a perplexed look on her face, Teresa asked, "Just out of curiosity, what did you think I meant when I said this was a 'European Style' club I went to for a little 'Fun and Games'?" "I thought it was a private club where you all liked Euro Beat music and socialized together." Craig laughed, "You're half right, we do a lot of socializing here." Teresa ignored him, "So you didn't know that a European Style club is a swinger's club where everyone is required to be clothing free by a certain time and that 'Fun and Games' is a euphemism for sexual activity?" "Nope." I could tell she was thinking.
"So when I said 'Party House', you were thinking a house where people have parties and not non-membership swinger's club, right?" "That's right. So what did you mean by 'Arts'?" She explained, "Arts' is another word for fetishes." The light over my head went off again.
"So when you said that Annette, likes 'Greek' you were really talking about." I hesitated. Annette insisted. "You can say it, anal sex." "Cheryl's showing off her 'French' was a reference to her oral skills?" I asked. Teresa answered, "Yes, and roleplay sex in leather and fishnet stockings future reference, 'Indoor Sports' are swinging activities. 'Clean' meant that we are all free of sexually transmitted diseases; and when, I said the amenities were 'Safe' I meant that Kayla and Alex keep them sterile.
The word 'Party' has many meanings depending on what context it's being used. Then there's what you normally think of. a social gathering. If used group of girls sucking and fucking cocks in the bedroom a prostitute, it means sex for sale; and lastly, there's what I was referring to, swinging." She had another question, "Remember asking me if we respected each other's limits?
I thought you were talking about us taking 'NO' for an answer when it comes to sex. What were you talking about?" "Oh that! I had a buddy of mine that thought just because he liked to get drunk so did anyone with him." I explained. Thinking about our phone conversation, I had a revelation and laughed.
"I just got it!" Teresa asked, "Got what?" "What you meant when you asked me if I felt like 'partying like there's no tomorrow.' It was a reference to the 'End of the World' party you were taking me to." Not only had Teresa and I not been on the same page, we weren't even reading the same book!
"If I had read that email when it came in, some of this confusion could have been avoided." I pointed out. Kayla asked, "If you had, would you still have come?" Teresa and Cheryl were looking at me waiting for my response.
"Yes, I think I would." I said looking at them. Alex proclaimed, "In that case I say 'No Harm, No Foul' and 'Welcome To The Club'." "Don't you want to take a vote on it or something?" I asked, surprised at the speed of his decision. I didn't expect him to say, "The ladies did that while we were in the workshop.
The vote was unanimous!" I really didn't know what to say. For about an hour, we all sat and talked. By 1:00 the party was over and Teresa, Cheryl and I left. They both started getting really fidgety on the ride to my house. I asked them why. "Don't you know?" Teresa asked as if was a stupid question. I replied, "No. I don't." "It's your cologne." I asked, "Didn't it all come off in the shower?" Like an animal in heat, Cheryl leaned over, put her face next to my neck and began smelling me.
She cooed. "No. It's still on your clothes." To which Teresa added. "Not to mention the car is full of it!" Confused, I said, "I don't get it." Teresa asked me what the name of the cologne was. I told her. She asked me where I got it. I told her that too. She laughed and explained. According to her, the magic elixir Clara had hounded me into buying contained enough pheromones to make a herd of female elephants horny.
I apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't know." "Oh, that's alright. But you're not going to get off that easy. I hope you're up for another round because, as soon as we get back to your place, that's exactly what you're going to get!" Teresa informed me. Cheryl, who'd opened my zipper and was rubbing my manhood, said as she kissed my neck passionately, "He is!" The erection in her hand was proof she knew what she was talking about.
After another round, we'd all showered together and then fell asleep on my bed. That must have been about three o'clock in the morning. On my left side lay Cheryl and on my right Teresa.
Both had gone into the Land of Nod before me. When I woke up the next morning, I noticed two things. One was the smell of bacon cooking, and the other was the feeling of a nice warm mouth sucking my already engorged manhood. "Good morning!" It was Cheryl. "Teresa's cooking breakfast. She's got the bacon going and left me here to take care of the sausage. You don't mind do you?" What was I going to say?
No, stop that! How dare you take advantage of me that way? I don't think so! What I said was, "You know, you're not the only one who's hungry." It took her a few seconds but, she got my meaning. With my face between her legs, Cheryl was at a disadvantage. While she was being considerate of Teresa and trying not to make me cum, I having no such concerns, did my best to see how long I keep her writhing in orgasm before breakfast showed up.
I lost count after three. When Teresa walked in with our breakfast on a tray and saw what was happening, she decided to have her sausage a different way. That was three years ago. Teresa, Cheryl and I all live together now.
We don't swing any more. Instead, we changed our lifestyle to something less controversial and a little safer. polyamory! The End