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Having been introduced to some of the guys in the camp in the nicest possible way on day one, both Mike and I were anxious to widen the circle! Waking up early Saturday morning, I decided to head over to the shower block without waking Mike. As to be expected it was a communal shower, but as it was early, there did not seem to be anyone else around. Turned the shower on and was soaping up, turning around under the water, as you do.

And then I saw that I was not alone in the showers; another guy had come in, and was standing just inside the door, watching me. He was very clearly taking in my full package. Not that I minded, I like showing off, and naturism suits me perfectly. So I stayed facing him, and smiled, as I rubbed my hands over my chest, down my stomach and started to play with my cock and balls. As I pulled at my cock, he gripped his own cock, stretching it and rolling the foreskin back and forward over his knob. He was a good-looking guy, about late 20's, so younger than me at 37. Slim and smooth, tanned too. He had obviously been on holidays longer than me! His cock was thin and long, and he gorgeous low-hangers, which he was also playing with now.

The two of us stood there, stroking our cocks, watching each other, both of us getting harder. He moved closer, still stroking, almost within reach. The shower was still running, I reached out and pulled him in under the water, our cocks clashing together as we kissed. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth, his hands all over me, as I worked mine down to his ass. He was hot, and very horny, we fell back against the shower wall, his head now down on my hairy chest, eating my nipples, and then kneeling on the shower floor, taking my rock solid cock into his mouth. He was a hungry boy and gobbled my cock down his throat. I pushed him back onto the floor and straddled his face, fucking his mouth, my wet hairy balls slapping against his chin.

I looked back and could see his hard dick was in need of attention, so I turned around and bent over to get his fine uncut meat into my mouth. This was a perfect 69, and I was enjoying his cock; but I wanted more. I spread his ass cheeks and could see his hot hole.
I moved around between his legs, disappointed at having to take my cock out of his mouth, but happy knowing it was going into a far sweeter place.

With all the soap and water I didn't think that I would need any lube, but as he had sucked me so well I was ready to slide into this guy's hole. He spread his legs, smiling at me as I began to fuck him, and pound his great arse. It was firm and muscly, gripping my dick as I fucked him. He wanked off and the sight of his balls tightening as he began to cum set me right off; I pulled out of his hole and squirted over his cock, balls and stomach.

We stood, kissed under the shower and then we left the shower block. When I got back to the caravan, Mike was still asleep. The sight of his naked body aroused me again, I was ready for more.
But this is all you are getting for now!

Michelle and I had been dating for a few weeks. The sex we were having had become simply amazing. Intercourse was all pleasure and no pain. We acted liked the normal boyfriend and girlfriend, until we got into the bedroom. Michelle was getting used to my length and girth and I was still trying to last longer. Size is not everything. Sure the extremely tight fit feels good, but the girl wants it to last as long as possible. Sometimes I would last over an hour or I would spurt in only 10 minutes. I would make up for my quick release with some quality cuddling. Which all guys should partake in.

I spent most of my time at Michelle’s Mom’s house. Mary was fantastic in letting us hang out in her home. Being a single mother, she loved her daughter a lot. Michelle was living with her while she attended college. She was a sizzling senior and I was a well hung college freshman. My girl was up in her room studying, so I decided to sit in the living room and watch television with her mother.

Unlike the majority of the time, Mary was fully clothed lying in the sofa. She usually would at least be bare breasted trying her hardest to flirt with me to see me get an erection. When I saw the images of Michelle’s perfect unclothed body and Mary’s titanic tits in the same room, I almost always became fully aroused. Michelle would then lead me off to her room for some astounding intercourse.

One day Michelle had to spend time studying in her room. I took the occasion to get to know her mom better. Mary’s husband left her when Michelle was a young teenager. She spent most of her time running her successful business and keeping her daughter happy. She told me I was so much more than sex to her daughter and that Michelle told her she loved me the night before. After the sentimental moment, Mary bragged about the sex she got out of me when she first caught us in the buff together. She acted cocky to how she took my full length and girth and enjoyed every minute of the forceful intercourse. She told me how Michelle said the first time I only lasted 5 painful minutes and the second time we took precautions to make it last and feel fine. I did not want to retort back with the fact that the sex that her daughter and I had now was marvelous and that the reason Mary’s sex went on for so long was because I was turned off by her dimpled ass and very hairy snatch.

Mary liked my personality because Michelle did, but to her I was mostly a sexual man to flirt with. I reassured Mary that she would someday find a new gentleman. I went over and gave her a hug; she then clasped on my crotch and began chuckling. I was not wearing underwear under my shorts and she had a tight grip. I tried to gently pull away, but her smothering of my cock and balls was to strong. “What are you doing,” I exclaimed. “Michelle told me you were critical of my body, well if it was not for your giant cock, you would have never gotten Michelle,” explained Mary. I agreed, gave her awesome tits a strong squeeze and she released me.

I explained to Mary that I originally disliked her. However, now that I knew her better, I had fallen for her open-ended attitude. I also told her she had some of the best boobs I have ever seen. I soon noticed her nipples poking through her taut sweater. She began rubbing her nipples through the cloth and told me we needed to get naked.

Michelle was perfectly fine with her mother and boyfriend practicing nudism. I hastily peeled off my shirt and slipped off my baggy blue shorts. When I looked up, Mary was just staring. I said, “This is a two way deal.” Mary said, “I just need to check and see if you’re healthy.” Maybe she felt sorry for the extreme squeeze? I shook my hefty junk at her and relaxed in the recliner. Mary stood up and lifted her shirt up, then her 36 D breasts dropped out. She explained that after our sex romp she began acting and dressing sexier. She commented on how men took greater notice when her erect nipples tried to poke through her tight shirt at work. She kept her khaki shorts on and went back to her couch. She devilishly explained to me that I would not want to see her unattractive vagina.

We talked for a long time, she was on her back and her breasts spread out towards her sides. Whenever she laughed her boobs would faintly jiggle. At one point my softy began to grow, I told her I was going to check up on Michelle. Mary turned her head towards me and said, “Is this old gal’s titties getting you aroused.” I said, “Yes!” I then went upstairs.

I walked in on Michelle as she sat studying on her bed. She wore baggy boxers and a tight white tank top. In the most ordinary clothes, Michelle looked extraordinary. She looked up and saw me stroke my dick to achieve a full 8 ¾ inches. I went through the previous happenings and asked Michelle what her mom was up to. She just told me the old woman was just horny, and unlike her, has not had a good fuck since I was with her. I told her I needed to have sex now; she walked over to me, squeezed my balls, and told me she had to study. I respected her commitment towards her schooling. She lifted up my cock allowing her to give me a passionate kiss and turned around. “That is all good honey, but what should I do with this?” I said. Michelle replied with a smile, “I don’t know, I am sure Mary could lend a hand.”

I descended the steps and thought about what to do with my hard-on. Then I saw that Mary had fallen asleep. I sat back in my chair and started masturbating. I rubbed up on down on my full length. As Mary would breath her breasts would heave. I started jacking at a frantic pace and let out a little moan. Mary opened her eyes and began laughing. She must have found it hilarious that I took advantage of her bare bosoms. She arose and started swaying her breasts while walking towards me. I told her that Michelle said I should get her help with my wood. While I was sitting, she rubbed her breasts on my face and reached down for my dick. She yanked on it and I followed her down to the floor. Mary exclaimed, “titty fuck me now!” She squeezed together her mounds as I slid my manhood between her smooth peaks. I then superceded her expectations when I ferociously spurted all over her face. I pulled away and propped myself against the couch to gather my thoughts. Mary stood up, wiped the zombie mask away from her eyes, and made a comment about how she never expected my balls to shoot so much. She leaned down and gave my limp dick a hand shake and headed for a shower.

I was left with cleaning up my manly mess. When I was almost finished Michelle entered the room and I explained to her what had happened. She smiled and asked me if I enjoyed myself. I told her I did, and grabbed her waist, pulling her close to my still nude body. I French kissed her and stretched open her little boxer shorts. I then lifted and dropped my dangling white meat into her shorts and rubbed it against her firm, smooth skin. She told me that she was still too busy to do anything, grabbed my penis and pulled it out, then turned around, grinded her booty against my package and then sexily walked up the stairs. She is such a tease. As she reached the top, she told me to assist Mary with her shower. I was tired of her teasing, so I agreed to take that shower.

I had yet to hear the shower running; I peeked into the bedroom to find a clean-faced Mary lying on her bed with what appeared to be a vibrator under her sheets. I watched as Mary reached her orgasm and fondled her breasts. “Was it as good as it looked,” I hollered. Startled, Mary put her vibrator away, put on her black underwear under the sheets, and tried to explain. I went to clarify to her not to be embarrassed; hell I just fucked her boobs. I then leaped onto the bed and took the missionary position. I nonchalantly tapped her clit through her black panties with my soft head. I could feel she was very wet, but I was not thinking of breaching her slit. She looked anxiously into my brown eyes, preparing for her underwear to be ripped off and to be stretched out once again. I told her I cherished her daughter too much to do what her vibrator could, but I could help her in the shower. With some disappointment, Mary sat up and gave me a supple punch in the stomach. (I would like to point out that I did have vaginal intercourse with Mary one time before, you can read about it in the first time sex section and it is titled Michelle, Mary, and I. However, that little romp occurred in an even stranger situation.)

I strolled into the adjoining bathroom and began to run the shower, when I turned around Mary was leaning against the doorway in her birthday suit. She had shaven her vagina just like her daughter! She was much heavier, but her maturity was attractive. I stared into her eyes as I made my way towards her. Mary was short, so my dick pressed flat against her ample stomach. I whispered to her that she looked beautiful. I reached around and grabbed her ass as I used my muscles to pick her up and fling her against the wall. I was a little disappointed that Michelle would not make time for me. Since she did not care what I did with her mom, I probably could have just fucked her, but I began to heavily kiss and caress her body. I spent a great time kneading, licking and kissing her boobs. It was the one feature that Mary had that I believe Michelle was jealous of. Mary’s breasts were nearly perfect. If one was to see her face and the type of clothes she used to wear, you would be totally blown away. Mary’s tits were much bigger and featured much larger nipples than her daughter’s perfect cans. However, they suffered from only a little sagging.

Mary seemed surprised by my passion, but I was horny young man. I ran my hand from her breasts down to her smooth vagina. I inserted two fingers into her pussy. I shoved my tongue into her mouth as she moaned. I then quickly pulled away. Mary had begun sweating and whispered, “Why did you stop.” I signaled to her that she should join me in her enormous shower. As she passed me, she reached out and tugged my flaccid dick. I slapped her chubby ass and followed her inside. When we were inside, I watched as her neck-length hair became wet and stuck closely to her head. I wrapped my arms around her and embraced her portly body. I kissed her forehead and moved as if we were slow dancing. All Mary needed in life was a strong man and I needed her incredible daughter.

She put her head against my hairy chest and closed her eyes. She was completely relaxed, but the constant rubbing of breasts awoke my flesh dragon. My penis was totally hard while she tightly held me. Mary said, “Would you like some room to stretch out?” She stepped back and I sprang to life. Mary took her wet washcloth and hung it on my rod. “See, you are good for something!” Mary proclaimed. I laughed as Mary turned around to get shampoo. She was bent over and I stared at her vagina. I took the tip if my dick and inserted it a tiny bit in her slit and move upward. She moaned and braced herself to take my beef. I positioned behind her and inserted the head of my cock into her established booty. She snapped up to full attention, while clenching my head between her buttocks. Mary gave out a little moan, lightly shook her ample ass, and clenched and unclenched her butt cheeks. She sternly told me that she never wanted butt sex with my dick again. Even though she said the head felt good. I pulled out, apologized, and helped shampoo her light brown hair. My erection would not diminish, so I stuck the tip in Mary’s belly button as I massaged her scalp with the shampoo. Mary then took the bottle and squirted it onto my dick. She jacked me off while talking dirty to me. She made claims of all the things she would have done with me if she was younger. At one point she was standing behind me and stuck her head under my armpit, gently biting on my nipple. This old slut got me all riled up and I had to ejaculate all over the wall in a matter of minutes.

The shower was over; I dried off and wrapped myself in a towel. I went to Mary’s bed stand and retrieved her vibrator. I left Mary the way I found her and proceeded to the downstairs to retrieve my clothes. As I passed Michelle’s room, I heard her call my name. As the door swung open, I saw my lover lying on her bed wearing a g-sting and a matching red bra. “I am ready for you now,” Michelle alluringly stated. I was spent from her mother’s magic hands so I decided to get back at her. I walked to her, placed my strong hand on her tight and petite butt and leaned close to her pierced ear. “Your mom and her big tits just wore me out. She worked my dick with her hands like never before,” I whispered. I dropped my towel allowing her a near eye level view of my raw schlong. “But honey, I need you now,” whined Michelle.

I felt sorry for this beautiful girl so I told her I would give her a massage. I got onto her bed and rested my balls on the top of her butt crack. My dick sat on her lower back and I started in on her back massage. Eventually Michelle took off her bra and threw it to the floor. After quite some time, seeing Michelle’s adorable relaxed face started to make my loins stir.

I got off of her and started to pull down her g-string. Once the very little fabric was off, she sat up and looked down at my package. She started stroking and told me to get a condom. When I had my rubber on I turned around to see Michelle in a very sexy pose as she tweaked her nipples. The areolas were the size of quarters and her breasts were all around better than her mom’s.

Michelle wanted it doggy style and I delivered. I grabbed hold of her upper thighs and pulled her towards me, thus burying myself to the balls. As we were engaging, the perspiration started to gather on our bodies. I looked over to the side of the room and noticed I got a nice view of Michelle’s wiggling tits and fine-looking face in the mirror. I briefly stopped and asked her if she wanted to change positions. “No! Keep on going!” yelped my lover. She came and was very wet. Michelle threw her head back and sexually whimpered.

I told her that I was not through and continued ravaging her vagina. Due to her mother, I was able to last longer. Michelle’s beauty, coupled with the draining her mom gave my balls allowed me to continue on. I picked Michelle off the bed and she rapped her legs around me. I had sex with her standing up and I then noticed Mary, in a partially see-through white nightgown, standing at the door watching me. She winked and I continued bouncy Michelle up and down my shaft. I noticed Mary’s eyes go down to watch my testicles flop about as I nailed her daughter. I then lifted my girl off my rod and tossed her on the bed. I gave her missionary until I filled my condom soon after her second orgasm.

Michelle and I lay motionless as she had her eyes closed, breathing in deeply. I rolled off my condom and laid back as well. I glanced at the alarm and noticed it was 11:45 P.M. “Is okay if I stay the night baby,” I asked. “Sure, hey Mom, shut off the lights and wake me up for my final tomorrow,” said Michelle. I was surprised she had noticed her mom, but I cuddled her close as my limp dick lay dormant pressed against her soft left buttock.

I awoke in the morning to find that Michelle had left, luckily I was through with my final exams. My clothes were placed on the floor, so I dressed and went downstairs. I saw Mary pouring lemonade in her one piece bikini. “If you want to join me in the hot tub you are welcome.” She gave a devilish smile and went outside. I was thinking how great it would be to get clean and then leave. Being that the house was far in the country, I stripped nude and went outside. The fresh spring air felt good on my skin and then I turned the corner to see a shocking sight. Along with Mary, were three elderly women with cameras. Light bulbs flashed as I turned around and sprinted into the house. I leaned against the kitchen counter as I tried to pull myself together.

“I was just trying to get some revenge,” said Mary as she entered through the sliding glass door. “You taunted me in the shower yesterday and then I witnessed you give my daughter superb sex, so I invited some old widows over for a pool party. You did not have to come outside with your huge cock out, but you gave those senior citizens a pleasant surprise. I just got done telling them about all of our sexual escapades,” Mary calmly stated. I retorted with, “You can’t just brag to everyone about you, Michelle and I.” As she went into the living room she said, “They don’t know about your girlfriend, they think you’re my boy toy.”

At this point I felt surreal. I was just outside and had three women over the age of 65 take pictures of my thick 6 ½ inch dangler. Now I was arguing with my girlfriend’s mom while still completely nude. I was standing in the doorway talking over the situation when I felt a small feeble hand reach through my legs and yank on my dick. I turned around to see two wrinkled old women looking at my bare body, while one was outside holding onto my clothes, peering through the glass. I did not bother to leave or cover my package. I just stood there with my hands at my sides and allowed them to stare at my package. The sight of three crinkly, short, fragile women wearing old timey bathing suits was a sight that could sterilize. I thought what the hell, and put my arms around the two old bags and headed towards the glass door. I decided to play along with Mary and said, “Hey honey. What are you waiting for, lets go outside and get wet.” The woman with my clothes opened the door and I felt the sunlight hit my body once again.

The women entered the hot tub and I was about to join when I heard Mary jogging on the deck. I turned around to see a stripped Mary holding a digital camera. She informed me that these lonely women would love some quality pictures of me. After they all promised to keep the pictures secret, I did some flexing and sexy shots directed by Mary. Mary then invited the women to have their picture taken with me. Lenore was up first, she put her arm around my waist and her hand on my penis. Second was Jane, she pulled up my dick and displayed it as if she caught a fish. Third was Marie, and she cradled my balls in her palm while she giggled for the camera.

That was weird! So I headed into the hot tub as the women soon joined in. There were three old women on one side and me and my girlfriend’s mom nude on the other. The elderly told stories of past sexual adventures as I relaxed with my arm around Mary.

Mary leaned back and rested her legs across my lap. She rubbed her calves against my genitals. I had an engorged boner and she began playing in the midst of if it with her feet. Then Lenore said, “You know what Russ? I once had sex with a black man who was around your size. It was remarkable!” I said, “Wow! I never realized Fredrick Douglas had so much spare time during his writings and speeches.” Obviously offended, Lenore took hold of her suit and exposed the two most grotesque, sickly, veined and stretched breasts imaginable. I leaped out of the tub and the ladies hooted and hollered over my erection.

As I dressed inside, Mary came in to say goodbye. I gave her a kiss and told her I felt really uncomfortable around those ladies. I drove off as Mary stood at the door waving her tits goodbye at me. Later when I was talking to Michelle on the phone, she commented on how funny the whole situation must have been. What a strange and erotic 24 hours.

June backed up and gave her subject one last look to ensure perfection. She worked as a make up artist for Furr-Green Funeral Home. As she looked at the elderly lady she wondered of the life the woman had lived. Both as a young woman and as an older woman. Nostalgia came over June as she found herself wishing something exciting and monumental would happen to her at least once in her lifetime. She must have zoned out for longer than she thought, because the voice behind her startled her.

"Almost ready to lock up, June?" Her boss, Adam Green, stood behind her. He was the son of William Green, the funeral home's owner. He was in his late 20's, as was she and she had always thought he was devistatingly handsome.
"Yes," June answered. "I have actually been ready but I was just thinking about Mrs. Lancaster, maybe about her life as a young woman. I imagine she had a lot of suitors. She is very beautiful and I'm sure she was quite a thing in her day."

"She looks beautiful, June." Adam replied. "Great job on her make up and hair." June felt Adam's hands on her shoulders. She gasped in surprise.

"You okay, June?" Adam asked as he began massaging her neck and shoulders.

"Y-yes, I'm fine," June let her head fall back on Adam's shoulders and sighed.

Adam bent down and kissed June's neck. "June . . . "

"Hmmmmm"? Was all June could reply as she sighed.

"June... I think you are beautiful and I wonder why I haven't seen you warding off lots of suitors."

June turned her head towards Adam and said, "I ummm," only to feel his lips covering her mouth as he kissed her deeply and passionately.

"Mmmmmmm," June murmured.

"Oh June, you don't know how long I've wanted you," Adam's hands roamed to her breasts and her nipples hardened to his touch. She could feel his erected penis against her as he held her close.

"You can have me, Adam." June took of her shirt and it fell to the floor as she unzipped Adam's stylish pin stripe pants. His dick was alreay hard and at least 8 inches... and it wasn't all the way hard yet, either.

June knelt down and took his cock into her mouth and begain jerking and sucking him. He groaned and she went to work faster on his cock, only wanting to please him. She felt like she was in a dream, like this couldn't really be happening. He forgot about where they were, or that she'd just finished doing Mrs. Lancaster's make up and continued to suck Adam's cock with vigor. She could feel it getting thicker and bigger in her mouth.

Adam pulled her up off her knees and unhooked her bra, and took her breasts into his mouth. She could feel the wetness of her pussy against her panties and she gasped. She knew she needed a cock in her pussy something bad and she wondered how on earth she'd even made it the last 4 years.

"Mmmmm Adam, please fuck my pussy now. I'm so wet . . . "June whispered in his ear. With that, he lifted her up onto one of the cold metal tables, lifted her skirt above her hips and pulled her underwear down. As she sat on the table her legs spread, she watched as he guided his 10 inch cock into her waiting pussy. He entered her in one quick thrust and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust in and out of her pussy. He filled her tight pussy completely and she could feel the head of his cock at her cervix. She felt dizzy with pleasure. The cool metal under her ass and the hard cock in her pussy were driving her crazy.
"Oh god , Adam. That's it, fuck me hard. Fuck me fast! MMmmm yes!!!"

With that, Adam picked her up off the table and turned, laying himself back onto the table. "Ride my cock like a fucking cowgirl baby"

June leaned forward, her tits swinging in Adam's face. He reached up to take them into his mouth as June began sliding up and down on his cock. "Oh my god you feel so good inside me, Adam"

The sounds of their sex, Adam's balls slapping against her ass were driving her up the wall. She began riding his cock like a lovesick whore moaning, groaning and panting she could feel his throbbing. She knew they were about to cum.

"I-I-I'''mmmmm cummmmminggggggg Oh yes FUCK YES baby Oh god yes FUCK....."MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" They yelled over and over together as she felt his cum squirting deep into her belly.
She collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside her, they drifted off to sleep, all the while, Mrs. Lancaster laying on the other table her mouth turned to a slight smile or smirk. Yes, she must have lived quite the life.

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Adam and June continued to fuck whenever they had a chance and they didn't worry about getting June pregnant, as she had already gotten pregnant the first night they fucked. Adam and June married and went on their honeymoon to Lancaster's Bed and Breakfast . . . the 'hospitality' center Mrs. Lancaster had run as a young woman. Read about their trip in "The Awakening of June 2". Soon to "cum".

"So, Myra," Kendra asked, "What makes you think you would be perfect for this job?"

"Well," Myra stood up and untied her wrap dress at the waist and let it fall, revealing her naked body. She wore no bra or underwear. "I have a great body and a very tight pussy. I'm also told twins run in my family."

"Okay. So far, so good!" Kendra touched her belly as she could feel Raj's 5 month fetus moving in her stomach. "Are you up for an audition today, Myra?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am, I am." Myra sat with her legs slightly parted in front of Kendra her fingers mindlessly playing with her pussy.

Kendra hit an intercom button and said, "Okay, my dear, Raj, you can come on in and give Myra her fuck test." Kendra took Myra by the hand and walked her over to a large bed in the middle of the room. She instructed Myra to lay and continue pleasuring herself as Raj made his way to the interview room.

Myra moaned softly as Kendra prepared the video camera to record the interview fuck.

Raj entered the room and walked over to the bed. "My god, Kendra, she IS beautiful!"

Raj let his robe fall to the floor to uncover his gorgeous body, his cock already standing to full erection.

Myra gasped, "Your cock is so fucking huge, it might tear me apart! I want to feel it inside me!!!!"

Kendra stepped in as Raj climbed onto the bed. "You remember, honey, that this interview does not allow the use of any contraceptives and in the event that you fail the interview and we choose not to hire you, we do not hold any responsibility for pregnancy."

"Y-y-esss, I remember. Please can we start fucking now?" Myra squirmed. She probably wasn't a whole lot older than 18.

Raj positioned himself over her love hole and slowly pushed himself into her. He stopped after a couple inches, Myra's head turning side to side, she begged him to push further. With that he entered her halfway and stopped, as she continued to sqirm beneath him. "OH MY GOD, Master, please fuck me deep and hard." With that, it was more than Raj could take. In one quick thrust he entered her pussy the rest of the way as she screamed in orgasm. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she bucked against him. Raj fucked her harder and faster.

Kendra put the video camera on the tripod and slipped out of her dress. Her belly revealed the tiny round ball of her pregnancy. She began massaging Myra's breasts as she continued cumming. "Unnnngggggghhhh! " Raj caught sight of his pregnant Mistress pleasuring the interviewee and it was all he could take, he shot his cum deep into the girl's pussy and pulled out, his cock still throbbing. "Cum here, baby, " He pulled Kendra onto his lap.

Kendra mounted his cock and began riding him slowly, her hand still reaching out to finger Myra's extremely wet pussy. Raj put his hands on Kendra's belly and his cock hardened even more inside her before he shot yet another load of cum deep into Kendra.

"Mmmmm thank you for fucking me today, Master," Kendra said to Raj as she dismounted him and slipped her dress back on. She motioned to Myra and said, "Come along my dear, let's get you dressed and on your way. Raj and I will review your tape and let you know shortly if you have been selected as a mistress at the Fuck House."

Myra hugged Kendra and kissed Raj on the lips, her tongue exploring his mouth in one quick sweep as she grabbed his cock and said, "Thank you for such an incredible fuck, Master. I can still feel your cum in my belly." With that she left and Kendra walked over to Raj and said, "I think she's a keeper, what do you think, Raj?"

"Oh I definately want her. She had such an incredibly tight pussy. She would definately be a frequent fuck for me. Let's watch the video, though, before we make our final decision."

Kendra put in the tape which projected onto a screen the size of the wall, and knelt in front of Raj as he reviewed the tape. The rule at the fuck house was that Raj would be pleasured at ALL times. She had to suck his cock while he relaxed and watched the video. As a matter of fact, he had been upstairs fucking either his wife or the one other mistress in the house while she had interviewed Myra.

Kendra sucked his cock and jerked at his balls while watching the incredible fuck on the large screen. Raj was so sexy. The video was at the part where Raj thrust the rest of his cock into Myra and as Kendra sucked him while he watched he grew incredibly hard and was very turned on by the young girl's orgasm. Raj's hands flew to Kendra's swollen breasts, and demanded her to bend over in front of him. She did so, and as he continued to watch the interview fuck turn into a threesome he fucked Kendra doggy style from behind, all the while squeezing her breasts and rubbing her pregnant belly.

"Ahem, I'm sorry.... I left my cell phone on the desk and no one answered when I knocked so I just let myself in." Myra stared, her eyes as big as saucers, at Kendra and Raj fucking like animals despite her pregnancy or the fact that they'd just fucked 10 minutes earlier.

Kendra stood, her dress falling to her knees again. She walked up to Myra and said, "It's okay, my dear, we just finished deciding that you are to be the newest young mistress to Raj's harem here at the Fuck House. You need to go take care of whatever things you need to take care of and return here in 2 days to live. Bring only your meager belongings and get rid of everything else. Master Raj will accomodate your every other need, as you will accomodate his."

"Oh THANK YOU!!" Myra stepped forward and kissed Raj. His cock stood at full attention as he carried her to the couch and sat her on his lap. "Ride my cock my little whore," He demanded. With that, her dripping pussy slid slowly, yet easily onto his long rod and fucked him good and hard. She panted and moaned as he filled her once again with his cum. She collapsed on top of him and excused herself shortly after to go take care of the things in her former life before she started her new life.

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"You have a lovely boy and a lovely girl, Myra" the midwife said about nine months later. By that time, Kendra had given birth to a boy which Raj had named Tanvir. Kendra had also hired 2 more mistresses, both of which were around 3 or 4 months pregnant with Raj's children. Kendra was aching for another child and planned on going to visit Raj this afternoon after he was done with Felicia and Honey. Her pussy was burning and needing his strong cock inside her. Read the next chapter as Raj continues to build his harem and add to his family in teh final chapter of this mini-series.

My hubby started sharing me about 8 years ago. We often fantasized about me fucking someone else while we were fucking and I would tell him how I would fuck them and suck them off. We were friends with this one couple, Billy and Liloni and we would go to each others homes to play cards, listen to music and would dance some too. We would go out to a night club once in a while and dance also.

Well it got to where when we talked about me fucking another guy, my hubby started asking me if I would like to fuck our friend Billy. He never mentioned Liloni and I jokingly said one day that he only wanted me to fuck Billy so he could fuck Liloni. He assured me that he wasn't even considering that and that he just wanted me to get fucked by another big dick.

The next time Billy and Liloni came over we decided to go out to one of the nearby nightclubs. My hubby always liked for me to dress sexy so I had on a short skirt, panty hose, heels and a nearly sheer blouse. I almost never wore a bra and I didn't have one on this night. As the night wore on I got to thinking more and more about what my hubby had said and when I danced with Billy I started to really get close to him and I knew that he would start getting hard by the time the song ended. Once when we were out of sight of his wife I slowly reached down and rubbed his dick through his jeans. He gasped and looked at me and asked what I was doing. I told him that we had been talking about me getting fucked by another guy and his name had come up. I ask if he was interested and he said hell yes. He said he was off the next day from work and I told him that would be great to come on over whenever he wanted.

My hubby had to work that day so I knew I could fuck Billy all day if I wanted. I was a little nervous when he showed up the next day, but I had dressed in a halter top and some slimpy short shorts with no panties or bra on. Being nervous I decided not to waste any time because he or I may back out. I took him and kissed him and then took his hand and led him to the bed room. Once there he grabbed me and started to feel me up rubbing my tits and pulling my halter top over my head and off. He was sucking on my nipples and I told him to stop and strip. He was out of his clothes in no time and was taking my shorts off for me. We were on the bed in a flash and he was fingering my pussy and I was playing with his dick. I then slid down and started to suck on his hard dick. He was about 7 inches long and pretty big around. I held the head of his dick in my mouth and ran my tongue around it. It was driving him nuts. He finally had all he could stand and flipped me over and rammed his dick deep in my pussy and began ramming in and out. It felt so good, I didn't even think about it not being my hubby fucking me. As I started to climax he shot a huge load of cum deep in my pussy. He slowly started to go limp and I got over him and took his dick in my mouth again tasting his cum and my pussy juice mixed together. It wasn't long before he was hard again and I straddled him and sat down with his dick deep in my pussy again. I rode his dick while he played with my tits and then he told me to get on my hands and knees and he got behind me a slid his dick in my pussy and started to pump me hard and fast. I came to another climax and before long he shot another load of cum in me.
After that he said he needed to go and thanked me for a wonderful time and asked if we might do it again sometime. Being that my hubby didn't know that he was there fucking me I told him that it depended on a couple of things and I would let him know.

About an hour or so later my hubby came home and I asked him if he had really meant it when he had said he wanted me to fuck Billy. I started off telling him about what I had done at the nightclub while Billy and I was dancing and I could see he was getting turned on listening to me describe it. I then told him to come to the bed room, that I had something to show him.

When we got there I told him to get undressed and I did too. I started playing with his dick and sucking him and then told him to put his dick in me and fuck me. When he slid his dick in me I asked if it felt any different. He said that I felt juicier than usual and I told him that he was fucking a well fucked pussy full of cum. He looked at me and I told him that Billy had come over and I had fucked him and he had cum in me twice. He wanted me to tell him all about it while we fucked and he almost fucked me silly while I did this.

Billy and I fucked on a regular basis after that and I always told my hubby all about it and we had fantastic sex and that led up to all the other wonderful experiences I have had.

There's nothing worse than getting sick at university. Especially when you're living in shared student Halls of Accommodation. Students tend to make a lot of noise, which is fine when you're making it too. But when you're sick and laid up in bed, its the last thing you want to hear. Loud rock music, sudden shrieks of laughter -suddenly your bedroom back home seems inviting, with your Mom fussing around and taking too much care of you. This is how I was feeling one morning a few years ago, laid up sick in my private dorm room, during the first semester of my fresher year at Thames University.

To be honest, it was probably the overindulgence of the night before that was responsible for my illness on this ocassion. In short, I was hungover. Perhaps I had a mild cold virus too. Viruses love hanging out in college dorm blocks. They infect each student one by one, before mutating and coming back to infect them all over again. On this particular morning I hadn't gone to any lectures and had asked Emily - one of the girls who lived on the floor above and who was taking the same History class as me - if she wouldn't mind letting me have a copy of her notes when the lesson was over. I went up to her room before the class and knocked on her door to ask. She seemed delighted to be able to help.

Emily was that rare breed of student who actually spends considerable time being studious. She was a very attractive girl if a bit of a geek; she was petite and a little skinny, but not boyish, and wore rather serious looking spectacles. She had one of those faces that could be truly beautiful if she gave a little more thought to what her hair and make-up were doing. Don't get me wrong, she was clean and smart, but her wardrobe looked like it had been chosen on a shopping trip with her mother, and her appearance was exceedingly conservative. She was only 18 and living away from home for the first time so maybe this was responsible for her seeming a little shy and serious. She was clearly quite a homely girl and looking back, I imagine the social side of university life was quite difficult for her. Maybe this was the real reason she threw herself so hard into her study and earned the reputation for being a lovely girl, if one who was rather 'proper' and fastidious. To make matters worse, she had a boyfriend back home and I imagine she must have really missed him. It was a childhood sweetheart thing. They had been together since they were both 13 - puppy love. I saw the guy a couple of times, when he came to stay with her in Halls. He seemed a quiet, fastidious type himself.

On the day in question, it must have been about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. The history lecture had been finished for a couple of hours and, although I hadn't specifically asked Emily to bring me her notes at a certain time, I wasn't too surprised when I heard her knock on the door of my room and announce that she had brought them.

"Come in", I called out, and she opened the door and stepped inside. She was wearing (as ever) her studious looking spectacles and had on a white shirt and long black skirt. She looked rather cute in retrospect, although at the time such a thing was unlikely to have entered my mind.
"How are you feeling", she asked, closing the door behind her. She asked in the formal way that nurses tend to do.
"Much better thanks".
"Can I get you anything?"
"Could you just switch that kettle on for me?"
She smiled. "I can probably manage that". She took the electric kettle from the table by the sink and filled it with fresh water. Although rooms in Hall did not have their own private toilet, they did each have a small sink in an alcove with a mirror above it. This set-up is typically used by female students for brushing their teeth and applying make-up, and by men for urinating in, in the middle of the night, when they can't be bothered to walk down the corridor to the men's toilets.

Emily placed the kettle back on the stand so that its red light was activated. I thanked her. "How was the lecture?", I asked.
She suddenly grew more at ease as she answered this question and grinning, began to tell me an amusing incident involving our cranky History lecturer and a dispute he had had with one of the students in today's class. I laughed in all the right places and when she had finished, I watched her take a red file from her backpack which contained three photo-copied sheets of the painfully neat lecture notes she had made.

"How neat are these notes?" I laughed, taking the pieces of paper from her hand. "I should get you to write them for me every time!"
I was only joking with the suggestion but she surprised me by replying, "I wouldn't mind". She made it sound like I would be doing her the favour. This was the first indication I had from Emily that she rather liked me. Or at least, the first time I had properly noted the fact.
"Do you want to stay and have a cup of tea?" I asked.
"OK" she said, "I'll make it for us".

I suddenly remembered there were only two mugs in the room and that although the mug closest to her was clean, the one nearby on the window ledge had a rather nasty-looking green mould around the inside of it. I had been mentally washing it up for days, every time I saw it, but had still not physically done so. It worried me that seeing this mug, Emily might get a bad impression of me, so I leapt out from under the sheets and picked it up from the window ledge. "No, you're the guest", I announced, "you can't possibly make the tea. I'll do it".
"Are you sure you're well enough?"
"Yeah. I'm really not that bad. It was more a hangover. You sit down and I'll sort it". I indicated that she could sit down at the foot-end of my bed and went over to the alcove to wash up the mugs. The kettle came to a boil and I busied myself with making us both a cup of tea.

Something which had occured to me at the moment I leapt out of bed to retrieve the dirty mug, was that I wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. Emily seemed a little surprised by this at first, but she didn't act as though it phased her in any way. In fact, while I was washing up at in the sink, I turned back at one point and caught her looking at my body.

I finished making the tea, handed her a cup, and climbed back into bed with my own.
"Sorry" she said, beginning to sit up as she felt my feet stretch out beneath the sheets.
"No you're alright", I replied and moved my legs closer to the wall to show her I could comfortably lie back and still leave room for her to perch on the end of the bed.

I can't recall exactly what we talked about over our cup of tea, but I remember Emily laughed a lot at the things I said, only a few of which actually merited laughter. She seemed prettier than I had ever noticed her before, particularly when she was laughing. I liked the almost ceramic-looking paleness of her skin, and the little stray wisps of blond hair that escaped from a hair-clip and curled around her neck.

When we had finished the tea, she took the cups to the sink to wash up and said that she had to be going. She was going to take some of her clothes that needed washing down to the laundry block. She asked me if I wanted her to take any of my clothes too. I was about to politely decline when she saw the dust-bin liner full of dirty clothes in the corner of my room. "I'll take those for you", she said. Perhaps she had spotted the clothes before even making the announcement about laundry and simply wanted to do something else to help me. Either way, it was clear she was eager to be kind to me in some way so I didn't argue. "OK, thanks. Take some of those coins from beside the TV".
"Anything else that needs to be washed?" she asked as she gathered up the bag of clothes and picked up her backpack.
It was at this point that I did something I found myself quite surprised to be doing. "There is one other thing", I said, "just hang on...". From underneath the covers, and with little ceremony, I proceeded to remove the boxer shorts I was wearing and produce them with an outstretched arm. I apologised a little bashfully - I was faking this - and she opened up the laundry bag as I threw the shorts in.

In all honesty, this gesture had been intended as a harmless piece of flirting on my part. I quite fancied Emily and now felt that she fancied me a bit, although I doubted anything was likely to happen. I didn't attach any big significance to removing my shorts, and acted as though it were an innocently genuine desire to have her take them to the laundry. She responded in an equally innocent way, seeming unembarassed and allowing me to toss them into the laundry bag. And yet I must admit I did feel a buzz of excitement that I had just made myself naked under the sheets in front of this very 'proper' young lady.

The feeling of excitement appeared to occur to her too, because something in her demeanour changed. It wasn't that she became any more confident or suggestive, but she suddenly seemed more reluctant to leave the room. She hesitated.
"Have you taken all your clothes off?" she asked, giggling. The question was asked innocently enough but it struck me as provocative because she knew very well that I had. I felt she was asking the question as an excuse to delay the moment before she had to leave the room. This was rather a delicious revelation. Was she excited about the fact that I was naked in the bed?

It was I who now took the opportunity to try and delay her departure. "Are you going to ask me to prove it?", I asked. This was not spoken in a sleazy way but in the same innocently-amused manner that she had asked me whether I had taken off all my clothes.
Emily paused for a second and let the laundry bag drop sharply to her feet. As she did so, her backpack slipped down her shoulder and she let this too drop to the floor. "Go on then".

I now hesitated in exactly the same way that she had done. She had not issued the challenge in an overtly sexual way but there was a little more seriousness about it this time, even though she was still smiling. She had rather cleverly called my bluff, I thought. There was me getting a little turned on from placing her in an erotically embarassing position, and now here she was quite confidently returning the favour. But could she really be getting off on it too? Emily? The timid and a-bit nerdy girl from the floor upstairs? Surely not. It seemed so surreal that I couldn't think of what was happening as being more than a game. Sure, it felt exciting but it seemed too unlikely to be going anywhere to feel especially arousing. In a funny way, this was perhaps what gave me the boldness to do what I did next. With my right arm I took hold of the sheets from the outside and pulled them down to reveal my upper torso in the bed. "There you go", I said.
Emily stood watching me, rooted to the spot, her eyes alight with the sudden illicit nature of the moment.
"Further...", she challenged me.
I pulled the sheet down a little further to expose my navel.
"Further..."
I let it fall to reveal a glimpse of my lower abdomen. "Come on", I said, still playing the game, "you must believe me by now"
"Further..."
I pulled the sheet even further down, this time to display the beginnings of my pelvis and a few strands of pubic hair.
"Further". This time she said it in a quieter and more anxious tone, as though she felt guilty issuing the challenge but simply couldn't help herself. Her gaze was fixed on my half naked body. My gaze was fixded on her. We were each of us caught up in the increasing suspense of this childish game and the charge of energy in the room was overwhelming. I was nervous but only hesitated for a moment before pushing the bed covers right down to my knees and revealing my cock to her. It was big and thick but still flaccid and curled up against my leg.

Emily let out a little shriek that temporarily broke the seriousness of the mood. It was not a shriek of fear or alarm, but more one of the I-can't-believe-you-just-did-that variety. I continued to lie with my naked body exposed from the knees up. I could have returned the atmosphere in the room to a more casual nature had I chosen to cover myself up again. I could have made some joke about the fact that she now had proof of my nudity, and the whole affair would probably have ended in a reasonably benign fashion. But I had no desire by now to cover myself up. Quite the contrary. It was as though the bold gesture of exposing myself had broken through a confidence barrier and there was nothing left for me to feel but excitement at exposing myself to this normally timid girl. In fact I was beginning to develop a rather large erection in front of her. And it was this that prompted the next exchange of conversation.
"Is it getting bigger?", she asked. This was not a statement of naivety and wonderment at the transitional potential of the male anatomy but rather another question along the lines of "have you taken all your clothes off"?. She had been a clear witness to both events, and I presumed she was asking the question again to provoke me, or at least to play her part in ensuring the continuation of proceedings.
"Its getting really big", I replied. This sounded a bit cheap and rubbish and I regretted it the moment I had said it, but she didn't appear to be bothered. And it was after all very true. Sticking up proudly in front of me now was the biggest and stiffest erection I had probably ever managed to provide.