Naïve or not, however, her body was that of a grown woman.   Although her thoughts and words were childish, her actions were everything but.   She said ‘no’, but at the same time she returned my kisses.   Her body responded to mine.   And even when she was hurting most, she thrust back towards me, making me completely lose control and do what I wanted to do so bad, knowing I should not have.

 

I had my coachman drive through dark streets of Hamburg, aimlessly wandering in despair, the wheels hitting the paved ground, throwing me this way and that, the thick cushions unable to soften the rough blows, making my head throb in an approaching migraine.

 

My toe, which I had so clumsily stubbed on a stair in the cellar was now pulsating with burning pain, which seemed to travel through my body straight into my already achy head.   Even my nose, which Lottie elbowed accidentally, seemed to become another center of returning pain.

 

I thought about the delicious meal Lottie had prepared for my daughter and myself; I recalled the minutes when we lay in bed, looking at the book, cuddling like a couple of gentle lovers.   Each memory that would make me smile, was inevitably crushed by the thought of the pain that I had caused her afterwards, the memory of it punching me in the stomach, knotting it into a burning ball, making my uneasiness grow.   Now, the passion and lust somewhat satisfied, my mind gave way to worry and outright alarm.   I have had bad reputation since a young man in college. I just hoped that Lottie was too embarrassed to do tell anybody about the goings on that took place in Johann’s house.   I could have kicked myself for being foolish enough to leave the telltale book with her.   Were she to tell on me, the book might have been evidence, persuading people of her truthfulness.

 

On the other hand, and I am ashamed to admit I had thoughts like that, but knowing that Herminna and Johann were oblivious to Lottie’s relationship with the neighbor’s stable boy Sebastian, all I had to do was to point out that I had caught them in the act, in the library no less, and all her validity would evaporate. Given half a chance, my friend would believe my word sooner than that of any servant, even his own.

 

As I was leaving Johann’s house that evening I told myself I would be back.   Now, however, my mind somewhat able to function beyond the desire for basic satisfaction, I was not so sure any longer.

 

I closed my eyes, unable to rest my head anywhere because of the bumpy ride. All of a sudden, the face of my brothers’ wet nurse and nanny Ursula appeared in my mind. Surprised at the realization of her link to Lottie hit me hard.

 

Of course! That was why I have always found Lottie so beautiful and appealing. Lottie was a mirror image of Ursula.   Long blond hair, big sky blue eyes and a curvaceous body could have made them be sisters, so similar were they.   And yet, I had not put two and two together until now. I have not thought of Ursula in a while.

 

For a very long time, I was the only child. Only when I was twelve years old did my mother became pregnant again, having lost all hope for a big family that was my parents’ greatest wish. Alfie was the first to inherit my baby crib and my mother was delighted, while my father was bursting with pride. Dimitri followed him in less than a year and when my mother found herself pregnant yet again before Dimitri’s first birthday, she was physically and mentally exhausted. When the twins were born, my father had decided to hire a wet nurse to share the burden of nursing the newborn boys and help raise the rest. And so Ursula entered our household and my world.  

 

Many a times my mother’s petite and fragile body could not produce enough milk for either of the boys and Ursula would end up feeding Wilhelm and Kurt both. I believe she was more of a mother to all four toddlers than our real mother had ever been.

 

Ursula was a woman who came to Hamburg some years ago from the Austrian country side, where she grew up on a farm, not shying from heavy work, enduring the poverty and desperation patiently until she finally decided to leave home and look for work in a big city, as so many girls and women did before her.   She became wet nurse and nanny in a household of my father’s very good friend and when his children were big enough that she didn’t have to wipe their noses and feed their mouths at any given moment, we were lucky enough to have her accept the harsh work in our home.

 

And harsh work it most certainly was. With four boys under the age of three and a budding teenager, who tried to attract attention wherever he could, she had her hands full all the time.   My mother was very grateful to let her take charge in childcare and to this day, my memories of Ursula are more vivid and I must say dearer than those of our own mother.

 

I remember how I would sometimes peer through the nursery door that was left ajar, watching Ursula sitting in a big wicker chair, feeding the babies, exposing her breasts shamelessly to my prying eyes.   At that time, I was foolishly certain that she was completely unaware of my spying.

 

When I was fifteen, my grandfather, my father’s father had become gravely ill and the physicians were not holding much hope of his recovery.   Both of my parents were devastated as he was a good man, generous and kind to everybody in his family, loving each one of us selflessly as if we were his own children.   My mother and father had spent almost three months practically living at my grandfather’s bedside, reading his favorite books out loud, chatting with him when he was in a state of lucidity and generally trying to ease his pains and sadness that came from awareness that his days on Earth were numbered.

 

Us children were often left alone at home with Ursula, and besides the fear of my grandfather’s inevitable oncoming passing, I was also bored out of my wits.   I had no one to play with as my brothers were too young and I was not allowed to leave the household when my parents were not present.   I spent my days reading and practicing piano, roaming around in the big garden at the back of the house, up to any mischief that a fifteen year-old was inclined to.

 

In those days I spied on Ursula more than ever.   Peeping through the door when she was feeding the twins became almost a ritual.   I knew that each night, after she had put the boys to bed and bid me goodnight, she would take a long bath in the utility room, always leaving the door wide open in case one of the children would wake up and cry out in fear.   She would be out of the bath in a split second, wrapping herself in a big sheet and rushing up the stairs to see to whoever was in distress, her long hair wildly cascading down her back, her big body climbing the stairs with surprising speed.

 

I would sometimes creep downstairs, squat behind the railing and watch Ursula take a bath, lazily lifting her meaty arms in the air while she poured cups of water over her back. Of course, I was aware of my desire at the time, after all I was a young man, as my grandfather had said on many occasions. I would watch Ursula for a few minutes and then return to the safety of my bedroom, where I would crawl under in the bed and masturbate with my eyes shut tight, thinking of her heavy breasts, wishing that it were my lips on the big brown nipples that she so willingly offered to the babies every day.

 

In the months when my parents were out of the house almost constantly, I became quite obsessed with Ursula.   I would follow her like a puppy, sometimes even helping her with caring for my brothers.   And each evening, I would satisfy myself with a quick look at her glorious body and afterwards a clumsy satisfaction of my budding sexuality in the safety of my own room.  

 

One of those nights was especially hot, humidity promising the coolness, which the oncoming rain would bring, making me unable to go to sleep.   As always, Ursula had put the boys to sleep and had taken her bath.   It must have been a couple of hours later that I found myself lying in my bed, still wide-awake.   How I had gathered the courage to get up and walk over to Ursula’s room, I will never know.   The door was wide open, again in anticipation of any of the little ones awaking.

 

I carefully walked inside the dark room, which was slightly illuminated by the brightness of the gas lamp on the main street. I crept all the way to the bed and looked at Ursula’s sleeping face. She never looked more beautiful than at that moment. Serenity and peacefulness which she lacked living in our house were making her face appear almost angelic.

 

I reached out and gently touched her hair, which was covering her bare shoulder.   I could feel my loins stirring and all I wanted to do was to reach between my legs and masturbate right there, looking at that beautiful face, fondling her soft hair.   Of course I did no such thing! The fear of being discovered was greater than the burning desire that was literally hurting my chest.

 

All of a sudden she stirred and to my horror opened her eyes.   I almost screamed in shock, but was afraid of awakening the boys, so I just stood there like a dummy staring at Ursula, while for a few moments she stared at me with disbelief.

 

Finally, she smiled in recognition and raised herself on the elbow.

 

“What’s the matter?” she whispered and all I could do was shake my head.

 

“Can’t sleep, sweetheart?” she asked and this time I nodded. “Are you thirsty? Hungry?” I was neither.

 

To my great amazement, she threw the sheet which she was using as a cover off her body and patted the space in front of her. “Come,” she said. “Let’s try and go to sleep together.”

 

At the time, I didn’t see anything wrong with me crawling inside her bed, pushing my back against her big breasts and belly, clad in a white cotton nightgown, sharing the cover sheet and being cradled in a huge bear hug.   I could smell her hair; it gave off an intoxicating smell of herbs and I reached over my shoulder to caress it gently.

 

“You’ve beautiful hair, Ursi,” I said lovingly and she laughed hoarsely.

 

“You are yet to give your father a headache, master Konrad.”   She said and how right she was. “Now, go to sleep.”

 

Of course sleep would not come for me. I was in the arms of a beautiful woman whose body was so familiar to me from the glances that I stole when I thought she was not aware of my presence.   Her breathing slowed down within a few minutes, soon turning to soft snoring.   I didn’t mind, it was quite amusing.

 

The stirring in my pants that I felt while looking at her before, had now turned into an almost painful hard on and I was afraid that she would awaken and somehow know what was happening, even though that part of my body was turned away from her.

 

I lay perfectly still for what seemed like a very long time.   Eventually the muscles in my limbs started aching from immobility and as I moved to stretch my legs, Ursula gave out a loud snore and squeezed my teenage body closer to hers.   I was pinned under her weight now and getting desperate. My cock throbbed in the rhythm with my heartbeat and all I wanted to do was to relieve the pressure, bringing myself to a blissful satisfaction. Again, I was too afraid to do any such thing.   Instead, I carefully wiggled myself out of Ursula’s grip and crept out of the room.

 

My desire for the voluptuous beauty was so great that I didn’t make it to my room. As I stepped out of into the corridor, I turned the corner and leaned on the wall, slipping my hand inside my pajama bottoms, jerking off furiously, occasionally poking my head around the door frame and stealing a look at the sleeping woman.   How I wished I could have remained in bed with her.   How I wished her hand were where mine had been at that very moment.

 

It had taken but a few moments and I shivered, my cock spitting out the juice, staining my pajamas.   I must have moaned louder than I was aware for all of a sudden I heard Ursula calling out of her bed.

 

“Konrad?” she half whispered, half yelled. “Konrad, are you okay?”

 

I didn’t say anything, just simply ran to my room and quietly closed the door. I was excited beyond belief, at the same time deep shame flooded over me and I began dreading the moment when I was to lay my eyes on her in the morning.

 

It was a very unpleasant time that I spent in my room that night.   Being young and charged with immense sexual energy, I masturbated two more times before the exhaustion took hold of me and I finally closed my eyes, drifting off into an uneasy sleep, just as the first sun rays poked through the shades that were covering the windows in my room.

 

I slept very late that day and to my great relief my parents have not returned home at all until the next morning.   They have sent a messenger with a note instructing Ursula on certain things, as they would not be returning until at least tomorrow. Grandfather’s time was running out and as sad as that had made me, I was strangely excited, too.

 

I avoided Ursula as much as I could that day. I slipped out into the garden and spent most of the afternoon reading on a bench that was hidden from view behind the rhododendron bushes.   She didn’t bother me, pretending as if I was not even there.

 

The evening came and when the darkness started settling over Hamburg I finally gathered enough courage to enter the house.   Ursula was playing with the boys in the den, and simply smiled at me when I entered.  

 

“Your dinner is in the kitchen, Konrad.   You must be starving!” she said and I nodded. I was embarrassed by the thought of what I had done the night before. As I was turning to head towards the kitchen, I caught her eyes and she gave me a long and meaningful look.   Not so much amused or mocking, but rather calculating, as if she was trying to see deep inside my thoughts, weighing something that I was not even aware of.

 

When she had put the boys to bed and I was certain she was taking her bath, I did not dare to creep down the stairs to watch her. I became convinced that she must have known I had been there many a time before. She was a caretaker of four small children, which probably sharpened her senses and to believe she was not aware of what was going on would be absurd.   Even at the tender age of fifteen I knew that to believe otherwise would be simply foolish. Besides, I had a whole day in the garden by myself to think and ponder on what had happened the night before, whether she was really aware of it or whether it was just my paranoia that was driving me mad with terror.

 

For a couple of days things were calm in the household.   I managed to restrain myself from spying on Ursula and as hard as it was, I promised to God I would never do it again.   I felt that it was the wrong thing to do.   Besides, she was very old, at least in my eyes, I believe I heard my mother mention once that she was twenty six.

 

It was my brother Alfie’s third birthday that weekend and my parents decided to celebrate it, despite their heartbreak over my grandfather’s poor health. Relatives and friends filled the house that Sunday afternoon and even though the merriment was subdued, there was a lot of food to be eaten and even more wine to be drank.

 

My father proudly paraded me from one small group of people to the next at the party, chatting with friends, letting the women pinch and kiss my cheeks, which inevitably left me embarrassed and with some women downright disgusted.

 

The party did not last long, however, as my parents had to return to my grandfather’s side and it was in the early evening that the last of the guests had left and my mother kissed all of us children goodbye and hand in hand with my father left the house for the night.

 

Ursula was preoccupied with the boys as was normal and did not have time to clean up all the plates and glasses from the living room where the party had been.   My father had allowed me a couple of sips of his wine that afternoon and I rather liked the taste.   As I was wondering through the house, listening to the children’s laughter and Ursula’s baby talk that was audible from the upper floor, I wandered back into the living room and found a few glasses that were half empty.   Very foolishly I bottomed up three or four and by the time Ursula returned downstairs I was pleasantly tipsy.

 

She walked into the room and her eyes fell on me, immediately growing wide in alarm.   My face must have been gleaming from the effects of alcohol.

 

“Konrad!” she exclaimed louder than she meant to.   The boys were not completely asleep yet and one of them started crying, shortly to be joined by one or two more.   Ursula rolled her eyes in frustration.

 

“Do not touch anything else in this room, do you hear?” she yelled again.   I smiled with mischief in mind and stole a glance at the table, where a number of glasses still filled with wine sat.

 

“Right!” she said and furiously stepped towards me. “Bed for you, young man!” she dragged me out of the room and up the stairs, while I giggled wildly as the whole scene seemed beyond bizarre.

 

She pushed me inside my bedroom and sat me down on the bed. “Behave, master Konrad!” she said threateningly and stormed out to see to the crying that was slowly subsiding, closing the door behind her.

 

I sighed deeply as I felt my stomach beginning to knot up in discomfort.   I have not eaten much that particular day, despite all the food displayed.   After all, I was quite worried about my grandfather and seeing my parents’ concern clearly visible on their faces, made me even sadder.

 

With my legs still firmly on the floor, I let my body flop back onto the bed, only to shoot back up again as my whole world spun wildly the moment my head hit the softness of the cover.

 

Fast movement made my stomach turn and I felt as if I was going to be sick at any moment.   I had enough time to slide to the floor, crawl around the bed on my hands and knees, and pull the chamber pot from underneath.   I was violently sick and the more I threw up, the sicker I felt.   My entire body was spasming and my stomach was burning with the acid that was rebelling against my foolish act of drinking.

 

Exhausted by the throwing up, I sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, crying because I felt so bad, feeling more than stupid.   Finally, the crying of my brothers silenced, the door to my room opened and Ursula came rushing to me.

 

“Oh, poor baby!” she whispered, managing to calm me down a bit, as I was certain that she would storm in the same way she stormed out and started yelling again.   She knelt beside me and ran her fingers through my hair. “See? Not good this drinking business, is it?”

 

I simply nodded, ready to burst into tears again.

 

“There, there,” she said and helped me up. “You should be able to lay down now and I’ll go and warm up some chicken broth for you.   You are more sick than you are drunk, thank God. You drank too fast and now you’re paying a price. It will settle your stomach, you’ll see.”

 

I don’t know how long she was gone, for I had drifted off into a soundless sleep, but when she returned, darkness outside the window had enveloped the city. I woke with the first sound of her shuffling feet and sat up.   The dry taste in my mouth and burning sensation in the throat reminded me of the laborious inconvenience that my body had undergone probably less than an hour before.

 

“Here,” she said, carrying a bowl of steaming soup in her hands.   She sat next to me on the bed and started feeding me, carefully blowing cool each spoonful before gently pushing it inside my mouth.

 

She was right, I did feel better instantly.   I could not finish the whole bowl, but the little that I had, seemed to have a calming and energizing effect.

 

“I am very sorry,” I apologized with sincerity.

 

“I know,” Ursula nodded.   “This is very hard on you. Your grandfather on his deathbed and your brothers being so young.”

 

I was ready to cry again, but I swallowed my tears. The feeling of sadness evaporated when my eyes landed on her chest. Her breasts were tightly squeezed into the torso part of the dress she was wearing. They were bursting out of the fabric, and all I could think about was what it would feel like to touch them.

 

Ursula sat on the bed and continued talking with no particular topic in mind. If she did have a topic that she was discussing with me that evening I wouldn’t know. All my thoughts went out the window and my entire being was concentrated on the soft whiteness of her skin.

 

“Come on,” she said finally and nudged me in the ribs.   “I got a bath ready for you.   It’ll draw out the poison you have drank today.”

 

For a moment I froze. A bath! Was I happy or was I terrified? I didn’t know exactly. A place of my sin, I thought.   How many times have I sat on the stairs, watching her bathe with care?   I lost the count already.   Too many times in the eyes of God, I was certain.   My mother had always been telling me that God was looking upon me and counted my sins.   Funny how I always remembered those words only after I had spied on Ursula and then masturbated.   The minute the relief came, the thought of God just witnessing my sin entered my mind.

 

I was certain God had carefully noted my sin of drinking that afternoon, as well as my lustful thoughts of Ursula.   I was a little more than a child, with sexual experiences next to none, save for my own pleasuring exercises almost every night.   However, my father did talk to me at length about being proper, respecting the ladies, not cursing and such.   So, of course I knew I had sinned more than once that afternoon alone.

 

Oh, sod God and sinning!   At this moment, I was going to relax in the nice hot bath and everything would be all right in the morning.

 

I should have known that Ursula did not miss my lustful glances!   I should have known that she would not let me get away with it!   However, I didn’t know any better, I was only fifteen. Young, foolish and horny.

 

Ursula helped me up and led me down out of my room, to the stairs and squeezed my forearm in a firm grip, as I was still slightly unsteady on my feet.

 

We finally staggered to the utility room and I noticed that the bath was full with clean water almost to the brim. Not having to reuse the dirty water after my parents or my brothers, which was a custom, was a relief. Come to think of it, I am certain my mother would greatly disapprove of a servant taking luxurious baths every evening, but at the moment, my mind could not work out anything more complicated than a simple task of putting one foot in front of the other. I stood next to the bathtub for a moment, awkwardly glancing toward Ursula.

 

“Well?” she asked, busying herself with towels.   “Are you taking a bath or not?”

 

For one crazy moment I almost decided I should step inside the tub dressed as I was.

 

As I did not make a move, Ursula paused and turned around. “Are you embarrassed?” she asked and croaked a hearty laughter. “You silly boy!” she exclaimed.   “I have seen more naked boys and girls than I ever wanted to see!   Now take your clothes off and get in the tub before you make me really annoyed.”   She commanded and to my great relief walked out of the utility room and towards the kitchen, shaking her head in disbelief and softly murmuring to herself.

 

I stripped my clothes off in two seconds flat, throwing them in a heap on the floor, entering the tub and trying hard not to mind the water that was slightly too hot for a quick descent.   As soon as I sat down, I could feel the sweat beads gathering on my forehead.

 

She was right; the bath was making me feel better already, just as the soup did.   She certainly knew her business well.

 

I reached towards the high stool next to the tub, grabbing the small wash towel and a bar of soap that were carefully arranged for my use.   As soon as I started soaping the towel, however, Ursula returned and to my great embarrassment knelt next to the tub.

 

“Let me.” she said with an air of authority that allowed no nonsense protestations. She took the towel and the bar of soap out of my hands and proceeded soaping my arms, neck and chest, rubbing them with the cloth, then repeating the entire thing two more times. She pushed my head under the water for a couple of seconds and when I came back up for air, rather bewildered, she soaped my hair and washed that, too.

 

Then came the part, which I had hoped would not come, but knew was inevitable.

 

“Stand up,” she commanded.   I remained sitting and observing her carefully.   She would not really make me do that!

 

“Stand up, boy!” she became impatient.   “I don’t have all night, I’ve still to clean the living room and I am exhausted.”   I remained still.   “Please, Konrad?   Please?”

 

I have often found that when most embarrassed I tended to try covering it by some remark or a piece of information that I ought to take the observer’s attention off my person.   And usually I was quite unsuccessful.    In fact, I am convinced that most times I would only make a bigger fool out of myself.   This time it was no different.

 

Why I thought about my cousin at that particular moment I could not say for certain, but I believe it had to do with my being aroused and knowing that kind of state in people was inevitably connected to the babies.  

 

“I know how babies are made.” I said proudly, looking square in Ursula’s sky blue eyes.

 

“I beg your pardon?” she said, not quite sure whether I was trying to pull her leg or simply being insolent.

 

She must have decided to ignore me altogether.   “Will you get out of the tub, or do I have to pull you out?”

 

“My cousin says that a man and a woman get into a bath together,” I would not be deferred.   “They have to be naked, mind you.”   I noticed that she was trying hard not to smile, or was it to croak her impossible laughter?

 

“And which cousin is that, may I ask?”   She said and this time I definitely noted a chuckle.

 

“Cecil.   But anyway…”

 

As she closed her eyes, her eyebrows shot up high onto her forehead and she shook her head in disbelief.   “Why do you always listen to that foolish boy?”

 

“Anyway!”   Now I was getting impatient.   “They get into the bath, like I said, naked,” I emphasized the last word as much as I possibly could.   “And if they wish for a baby really, really hard, God gives it to them.”

 

There was a very long moment of silence, while I continued starring into her eyes and she was returning my stare without a blink.   “Master Konrad,” she said carefully, swallowing hard, “I suggest you get out of this bath this very instant!”

 

As I refused to move, she sighed and pushed herself off the floor, holding onto the bathtub rim.   Then she bent over me, placing her hands under my armpits and picked me straight up as if I was no more than a rag doll, making me stand.   Of course the reason I refused to stand up was that by that time I had already a firm hard on and I did not want her to see it.   I had hoped that if I was to talk about knowing how the babies are made, she would change her mind and leave me alone.   After all, my father did explain to me that talking about things such as lust and love with a person that we did not really love was quite improper.

 

Another thought popped into my head, as I stood there before her, naked as a babe.   If she had really seen that many boys naked, I was certain this would not be the first time or a surprise for her, but it was still an embarrassing situation for me.

 

She deliberately ignored my saluting manhood and with great care washed my legs, first one, and then the other.   She made me bend my knees and put my feet one by one on the rim of the bathtub so that she could wash them, too.   She soaped and rubbed my back and then my front with the washcloth.   Even my buttocks were not spared her delicate deed.

 

Throughout this entire procedure she did not look or touch my cock.   I felt that were she to accidentally brush up against it with any part of her body or clothing that she wore, I would simply explode in ecstasy.

 

Finally, she straightened up and looked me squarely in the eyes.   I felt the blood drain out of my face, still weak from my first experience of drunkenness, I somewhat felt as if I was dreaming.

 

“Now,” she said and with our gazes locked, I still managed to see her hand move towards my lower part of the body and feeling the wetness of the cloth touch my cock. “What are we going to do about that?” I gasped and put my hands onto her shoulders for support. No, this was certainly no dream.

 

I felt the washcloth in her hand slip all around my cock as she squeezed me gently but firmly, making my entire body shiver in a familiar, and yet such a strange sensation.   She knew of course that I had no actual sexual experience with a girl or a woman, just as she knew that I pleasured myself on regular basis, practically every day.   One other thing that I am aware of now is that she certainly knew that it wouldn’t take but a few seconds to bring me to, for me at least, long awaited orgasm caused by someone other than myself. I closed my eyes and let her take complete control of my body.

 

While holding my cock with one hand, with the other she gently cupped my balls.   True to my fear and probably her prediction, five or six gentle synchronized squeezes did the trick. At first I shivered and then my body seemed to spasm, which was followed by a blissful orgasm, stronger than I have ever experienced.

 

A few seconds later, as my body stilled I finally had the courage to open my eyes. Ursula was still staring at me, an odd smile lingering on her lips.

 

“There,” she said and took her hands off me, letting the washcloth drop in the water that by now has become muggy with all the soap used on my body. “You should most certainly feel better now.”

 

I nodded, noting that my face was burning with shame. I even went as far as to prudishly cross the palms of my hands in front of my now much smaller and somewhat shriveled cock.

 

“I can trust you’ll be able to dress yourself and go to bed without my help?” I nodded again and she slowly walked out of the utility room. Just as she was to step out she turned back and gave me the biggest smile I could ever hope for. “Like I said, with what you have master Konrad, you are yet to give your father a headache.”

 

As she disappeared around the corner into the corridor, I could hear her voice call out to me: “And by the way, that is not how babies are made!”

 

I felt like a fool!   Nevertheless, I was a very happy lad that evening, unbeknownst to me at the time, I was to become even happier in the course of that very night. I stepped out of the bathtub and dried myself off, wrapping my skinny body in the biggest towel I could find.

 

As I was heading towards the staircase, I poked my head into the living room, where Ursula was clearing the dishes and glasses off the tables.

 

“Goodnight, Ursi.” I said and without turning around she waved at me.

 

“I will be up a little later to check on you.” She said and my heart skipped with delight.

 

The experiences of the entire day had left me quite exhausted. I thought that I would not be able to go to sleep no matter what, but the moment I laid my head on the pillow I was fast asleep.  

 

- - - - -

 

I felt the coach stop and drew the curtain off the window, only to realize that we stopped in front of my house. I sighed deeply. I did not really want to enter yet, having no energy to argue with Sophia, which I was certain was her intent.

 

The dwelling on the past had lifted my spirits up somewhat and for the first time since I left Johann’s house I was able to take a breath without feeling of heaviness.   I looked forward to my cozy bed, where I could re-live the entire episode with Ursula, which followed that faithful night, many years ago.

“You got it babe… hey, be careful!”

“Always, Chow!”

“Adios!”

As Alexia walks into the lobby of her apartment complex her stiletto heals are starting to really piss her off so she pauses to slip them off. The cold tile floor feels exquisite on her aching feet and just before she really gets to enjoy it she sees the elevator doors close.

“Aww shit now it will take forever before another one comes down.”

To Alexia’s surprise the doors quickly opened again and a young handsome man stood smiling and she hurried into the elevator.

“Thank you so much that was nice of you.”

He replied, “No problem, I couldn’t miss out on the chance to meet such a beautiful woman.” He stood looking at her licking his lips and grinning sheepishly.

Alexia could not help but giggle and as he turned around to push the button for his floor she studied him from head to toe. He was about 6’2 200lbs with rippling muscles. He wore stonewashed jeans that had a hole just big enough to reveal he was “free ballin” (no underwear), he also had a NAVY shirt, and a nice fade. His inviting eyes were hazel and his lips were just perfect enough to kiss. Alexia couldn’t help but imagine him holding her with his big strong arms. Caressing her, protecting her……Once again her pleasant thoughts were interrupted as a big group of people got into the elevator. The attractive man and Alexia moved to the back, as they had to accommodate the people getting in the elevator. Alexia kept backing up until she bumped into the man, feeling every curve of his chest, his tight abs, and his rock hard cock greeted her in the ass.

“Hello again”, he said.

Alexia smirked and whispered, “I think I should know your name if you are going to greet me like that,” as she looked back at him then at the tent in his pants.

“My name is Carlos.” He said laughing.

Luckily the group of people began to exit at the right time but Alexia missed floor.

“Ooops I missed my floor, I guess we have to go back down.” Alexia bent down to push the button for her floor (she knew he would look so she bent down extra far) as she did Carlos couldn’t help but see her hot pink lace thong was a little damp.

His thoughts ran wild as he imagined her stripping for him in the elevator and he could not hold back his temptation any longer. He slowly moved up to her and let his cock meet her again. He thrusted, so he could gently rub up against her, hoping that the friction of his zipper would arouse her. Alexia was surprised but it felt so good that she answered him by pushing her ass up against him harder.

Carlos reached around her and caressed her breast, slightly pinching her nipples to bring them to attention.

Alexia loved every moment of it, she craved for more but she wanted to take her time with him and take him for everything he had to offer. As the elevator doors to Alexia’s floor opened she grabbed him by the loops of his pants leading him to her apartment. As she opened the door he picked her up grabbing a hand full of her sexy ass in each hand and she wrapped both legs around him putting her amazing DD breasts in his face. She directed him to her bedroom as she took off her blouse and bra exposing her gorgeous breasts. Alexia’s skin was soft and since she was Puerto Rican her skin was like brown sugar. Carlos licked her sweet breasts, kissing her aroused nipples. He laid her on the bed softly and while he took his shirt off she got rid of the rest of her cloths revealing her delightful tight body.

Carlos took a moment to take in her beauty and noticed a tattoo on the inside of her thigh but he couldn’t read what it said. He knelt down to take a closer look and asked her what it was and she said, “It is the Chinese symbol for beautiful.”

Carlos smiled as he kissed the tattoo and said, “That, my dear, you are.” He slowly kissed and licked his way to her breasts and stood again as she removed his pants. She was indeed right he had no underwear and was surprised as his 9-inch cock sprung out of his pants at full attention. Alexia licked his head teasing him and she started to lick up and down his shaft and finally she put his cock in her warm wet mouth. She took all of his manhood into her mouth and it felt so good to him that he started to buck his hips fucking her face. Carlos moaned and panted as he saw Alexia began to play with her wet pussy too. She wanted to feel Carlos in her already so she began to slow down and pull her mouth off of him.

Alexia looked at him and kissed his stomach, then his chest, and gave him a passionate kiss on the mouth intertwining her tongue with his. She turned him around and threw him down on the bed and eased herself on to his huge cock. The first few inches felt wonderful but as he went further and further into her it began to feel even better until she had the whole nine inches in her sopping wet pussy. She started to ride his cock slow at first and as their passion grew she bounced on him, riding his cock, thrusting their hips harshly. By the look in her eyes and all the moaning Carlos could tell she was going to cum but he wanted to tease her as she did to him. He rolled her over so that he was on top of her now and pulled his dick out. He stroked it with his hand as she watched him craving for it to be deep inside her. He put about 3 inches in her pussy and pulled it out slow so that you could hear all the love juices swish around as he moved in a circle. When it was out he stroked it again as she begged for it. “Please Carlos fuck me, put your long… hard… thick… dick inside my cunt… so deep… I want to feel all of you.” He slapped her pussy with his hard cock so that it hit her clit. He continued until he could tell she could not take it anymore then he eased it back into and began to thrust so hard she began to scream. His balls slapped her ass loud and the juices from her pussy made a smacking sound every time he fucked her harder……… and harder …… and harder. She grabbed her breasts and licked them and he got even more excited watching her and he began to go faster and harder. He pulled out again and she turned and got on her knees and he did her doggy style once again teasing her pussy until he couldn’t wait to explode in her. He moved hard……… and fast…………… and hard…………… and fast until they both came so hard that juices and cum squirted all over their legs, her ass, and his dick. He collapsed on to her and they rolled over hugging one another and kissing passionately.

" Ive been thinking about you all day you know..." she whispers huskily,

" have you now..." i ask

" oh yes " She replies, " i've been wet all day at the thought of riding your hard cock...... i even had to nip to the toilet for a quick play at work....",

She turns me around and lays me back on the bed standing between my legs she leans forward her hair falls on to my stomach as she lightly runs her tongue over the top of my now rock hard cock teasing the tip with her tongue before slowly sucking it into her mouth wrapping her tongue around the underside of my shaft she slowly pulls it out andmovves her hair out of the way before repeating the procees again but this time i could watch her as she sucked and pumped my cock stopping ocassionally to lick down my shaft to my balls. After a while of this she slides up my body laying kisses until our lips meet in a deep passionate kiss, she straddles me all the while continuing our kiss, taking hold of my hard cock she slowly guides it into her tight wet pussy, the feeling as she lowers down and my cock slips deeper inside her is enough to cause an intake of breathe from both of us, she sits up and begins caressing and squeezing her tits, pulling at her nipples even pushing them up to her mouth and flicking her tongue over each one in turn, after seeing this i had to suck them myself so i leaned forward taking a nipple into my mouth i circle my tongue around before gripping it between my teeth and teasing with my tongue as i alternate my attaention on each of her sweet tits she rocks her hips riding me slowly

" I was thinking today that we should go out for a drive sometime like we used to " she says

" I could wear that dress you like and no underwear so you can watch me play with myself as we drive around " she said with a wickedly horny smile

" Then i could reach over, take your cock out of your jeans and suck you until you could take no more and we would have to find somewhere to stop,"

She looked to think for a moment then said " The wood where we sometimes walk the dogs, we could park in there and you could strip me naked in the cool evening air making my nipples stand out " she said while plucking at her nipples making them hard

" you could bend me over the car and fuck me doggy " her pace increased as she spoke and I could feel my balls soaked from her juices

" and while your fucking me we notice another couple watching us " her voice becoming husky " and they look like they have been watching a while as the guy, who looks about mid twenties fairly tall and athletic, already had one hand up the top of a younger looking girl who was stood infront with her back to him, as he played with her tits his other hand was busy inside her pants, her hands were hidden behind her but obviously no less active, both were watching us as we fuck, I wave to them to come over and they cautiously approach as we continue to fuck they become more comfortable and start getting more carried away, soon they are both naked and the guy has bent his girlfriend over and is fucking her beside us on the car, you turn me onto my back and start fucking me again so now i can watch her smallish tits rock in time to her boyfriends thrusts, i reach over to her and pull her head to me as you and he watch i kiss her, she imediatly responds by stroking my tits so i slip my hand down to her pussy where i feel his cock pumping into her tight juicy slit, i rub her clit causing her to kiss me harder, her tongue dancing with mine as her hand wanders down to my clit, her boyfriend reaches over and plays with my tits so you do the same to her squeezing her pert little tits and rolling her stiff nipples between your fingers, as she starts to come she sets me off too, soon we are all moaning as we all climax together" as in our bedroom my girlfriend comes hard gripping tight on my cock.... as i come over my hand in what used to be our bedroom had it not been for the fact she stayed sitting on that couch reading her catalogues night after night after night.........

oh well .........

as i fade off to sleep......

Then one of the other guys started on me and he did the same only this time the big guy brought his gf out and showed her what was happening to me with the second guy doing anal sex in me. They all made me feel horrible and degraded me something really badly. She said for them to stop and the big guy said - no way- this will happen to you if you as much as talk to another guy. Look and learn girl. Then the second guy came in me and she cried as he made it sound like it was the funniest thing he had ever done. Then the third guy was told to do it, but he was not happy but they said if he didnt the he would get the same treatment. The other three including hr stood and watched until he too came in me and by now their cum was running down my legs mixed with some shit as I was really shitting myself  as all this was happening. Then the big guy then ripped the top open of her blouse and bit her on both nipples and she screamed in pain. Then got his cock out again forced her down and made her suck on it in front of me. All the time he was telling me that I was responsible for her having to do it and that she would never talk to anyother guy again or they would both get the same treatment. She was really distraught and she kept pulling her head off him but he pushed her back onto his cock saying suck me you bitch come on make it seem like you are enjoying it. Then he finally he came in her mouth. She then began to gag and almost vomited. He laughed and said to her ok shit face he is all yours I want nothing to do with you. Then he turned to  the guys and said if you want her you can have her. They all said no they were happy, and they left the two of us there in the carpark, me with an ass full of cum and her torn clothing hanging from her and breasts exposed with a huge bite mark around each nipple and cum running down her chin.

Actually that was the beginning of a slow start in a relationship which still exists. Neither of us has begun to be sexual with each other but the kissing is improving but we still have nightmares about what happened to us both that night. I was advised to take no action against them as the guy was a well know hood in the area and we would be dealt with.

Your hands are on my ankles and my body is in tension in anticipation of what I dream it could happen as soon as possible, but you keep staring at my manhood, your mouth very close to him, still with your hands rubbing gently on my skin. The excitement in me makes my cock to become even bigger and harder and it oscillate when doing this.

If you want me to continue this story please send your invitation at:  pb1399@yahoo.it

I lay back gasping his finger was still in my arse slowly massaging he added another to it with little effort, I expected his cock to soften but I was wrong it stayed hard as though we had done nothing so far. He asked if he could fuck me, of course if I didn't want to that was fine. I truthfully told him I had only done it a couple of times and I doubted I could take his cock but I didn't mind if he tried. Reaching to his bedside cabinet he took out a tube of KY liberally coating his cock and my arse, he then laid me on my back and placed my legs over his shoulders positioning me so that his glans was over my slightly streched hole then he started to push. I felt his cock butting against the spincter muscle that seemed intent on banning its passage, I forced myself to relax. Then I felt the head make its way in slowly starting to fill me, little by little his cock imposed itself in me the more I relaxed at its intrusion the more went in. Then suddenley he started to fuck me a warmth started to build up and I started to really enjoy it wanting him to go harder. My own cock was hard again harder than I thought possible I felt I would explode if anyone touched it. I lost all track of time everything seemd to revolve around his cock in my arse, it moved slowly until I felt he would withdraw entirely then it rammed full length to the hilt or in short quick strokes, I didn't care just wanting it to go on. Finally I felt his movements get more urgent and again a slight thickening before his cum flooded in my arse, I let out a groan as he withdrew his cum following his shaft as it left my stretched hole. Seeing my still rigid cock he bent his head to it taking it in his mouth he slowly worked on bringing me to orgasm, which didn't take long in my heigtened state of sexuality once again my cum flooded his mouth.

I looked at the clock, hell I had ten minutes before I was supposed to be at the wifes office. I quickly showered taking care not to wet my hair spending time to wash as much cum as possible from my arse that was still so stretched that two fingers easily went inside. I then said a quick goodbye and accepted an offer for another Friday afternoon at the same time in three weeks and ran out the door, or tried to I felt a little uncomfortable after being fucked. I made it just as my wife came out of the office, that night I didn't have the energy for sex with her and put it down to just too hard a day at work when she asked why.

 

Angie and John married when they were both in their mid thirties. She had a succession of

affairs during her motherless teenage years. Her mother abandoned Angie, her dad and a

younger sister. Later at twenty-something she was engaged to be married. The groom-to-be

disappeared one day. Though she tried, she didn't think she would ever find her "Prince

Charming". All of the good men were married, which didn't seen to matter to her. She became

easily attracted to men. In other words, she was horny almost all the time and she rather enjoyed

fucking other women's husbands. She was single and a government employee at a military

installation which gave her a wide assortment of available, and unavailable men.

 

Before she married John, Angie had been involved in numerous affairs with married men. She was

no bimbo, but she was a cunt. She would become acquainted with the wives of her paramours, then

reveal their husband's indiscretions. Somewhere in her deluded mind this might have given her

some dark secret pleasure because she thought she was "saving" the marriage by doing so..........but

it also caused a stinking uproar every time. This effectively shed her of one adulterous liaison in

order to search for the next. Still, while intelligent and deep, she had conflicted feelings about

her sexuality and her religious beliefs. She would revert to her beliefs when unattached. She

considered herself a good Christian, but when it came to sex, her weakness as she called it, she

could not help herself. Sometimes, she said, she got so horny she could fuck a tree.

 

Angie Lee looked forward to joining her husband John overseas. He was in the military and by

necessity left her behind till he was settled and had adequate quarters assigned. Sometimes this

took months. However, she had traveled to Europe in her younger days and remembered again the

brief but passionate affairs. They were both mature enough to understand each other's sexual

needs and found common ground concerning their expected separations.

 

Angie attracted men easily because she was quite direct in her approach....she hit on them in a shy

and coy sort of way. Not romantically inclined, she just wanted to fuck something new. She was

no beauty, quite plain even, but she had a wonderful body perfected with rigorous daily exercise.

She was light-skinned and purposely avoided sunlight to keep it that way. Her features were

gypsy-like, dark-haired and light-eyes, of average height.

 

After an five month wait, she joined John and quickly met his military friends and their wives.

They were a friendly, close knit group of people. They worked hard and they played hard,

together. John seemed to gravitate to a younger group of special friends in their twenties. His

best friend was a young man named Ted. His wife Dot was a local girl, outgoing and a lot of fun to

be around. Dot was also very beautiful. She was blonde, slim and tall, green-eyed, and

long-legged. Although Dot was somewhat bohemian, Angie liked her immediately.

 

John and Angie's free time were spent sight-seeing and shopping for souvenirs. John showed her

all the places he had been to before she got there. Weekend evenings were spent mostly

gathering with friends, dining and dancing. One of John's favorite places was a small gasthaus

near their housing area. It was run by an American ex-serviceman. Everyone called it Gene's

Place. It was very popular with the American military crowd. Angie never smoked cigarettes or

drank caffeine or alcoholic beverages. Her considered her body the temple of her soul.

Secretly, she kept a bottle of Morgan David blackberry wine in the kitchen cabinet. To settle

her nerves, she told herself. At Gene's Place she would occasionally sip wine from her husband's

glass. This led to many refills for John. It got to be a source of humor with their friends. Angie

and John drank wine from one glass.

 

Angie looked forward to their evenings out. They would dine out and bar hop and dance with his

friends till the wee hours. The wine curbed her inhibitions and she enjoyed the new scene

immensely. She knew that European women had a different perspective about life. For instance,

they did not wait to be asked to dance by the men and took to the dance floor with each other

without hesitation. She noticed that Ted's wife Dot danced with a lot of the women, especially

with Rod's girlfriend, Goody.

 

Angie learned that Goody was Dot's best friend. Rod was one of the young servicemen in the their

unit. He was a big, good looking farm boy. He was shy, soft spoken and well mannered. One

particular evening when she had just come off the dance floor sweaty and very tipsy, she sat on

her husband's lap. John ignored her while he talked with someone else at the table. With one arm

draped around John's neck she watched Dot and Goody enjoying themselves on the dance floor.

Then it dawned on her. Why didn't Dot dance with her? Seems Dot had danced with everyone in

the place but never with her. Angie herself had never danced with any of the other women, there

were plenty of willing male partners, mostly John, Ted and Rod. But Dot had never pulled her to

the dance floor like she did Goody.

 

When the music stopped, Angie watched Dot and Goody make their way from the dance floor to

the lady's room. She decided to join them. They were having so much fun. She walked into the

lady's room as several other women were going out. She could hear Dot and Goody laughing and

talking with each other in the stalls. She glanced in the mirror and unsteadily poked at her hair

and make-up in the mirror. She was about to say something to the girls when she realized that

they were in the same stall together. She froze at the mention of her name. They didn't know

she was there.

 

"I haven't seen you dance with Angie yet." She heard Goody say to Dot.

 

"No, but I'd like to get her out there and give her gorgeous ass a good squeeze. I don't think

she'd go for it though. She's not the type." Although Angie was plain, she was narcissistic about her wonderful figure and indeed possessed a gorgeous pear-shaped ass.

 

"You mean she wouldn't like it if you did this to her?" Angie heard Dot catch her breath.

 

"No.....I mean, yes, that. Do that........mmmmmmmm! Hurry Goody........a quickie!"

 

Angie heard Dot's breath coming faster and the sounds of sexual pleasure were unmistakable.

She held her breath fearing that she'd be discovered. Listening closely she thought, "What are

these two girls doing?" Then it dawned on her. "They're pleasuring each other! No, how could

they be lesbians? Dot is married to Ted, and Rod is Goody's boyfriend. But they certainly were

engaged in sexual misbehavior," she thought. She could hear them moaning softly. And Angie's

breasts were swelling like they do when she's horny. "Oh, my god, this is turning me on!" Angie's

hands grasped at her hardening nipples. When they got like that they required attention. She

thought of her breasts as the "keys to the kingdom". Get these and the rest comes with it. She

felt the wetness coming. She had never been confronted with a situation such as this and never

for a moment did she think she would react like this.

 

Angie heard Dot, "Um! Um! Oh, Goody!" Angie never dwelled upon sex with another woman. She

liked cock too much. And, size did indeed matter. There had been a couple of times when she set

aside her preference for well endowed men so she could indulge herself in another of her secret

passions. She had been introduced to the pleasures of anal sex. Hedonism was another character

trait she denied. She decided she had made the right decision with John, size-wise. He was

large, so she had resigned herself. No anal sex in her marriage. Not since one of her brief

affairs with an older and understanding married man. He was average size, but the intense

pleasures he gave her when he fucked her in the ass were unforgettable.

 

Listening to the girls for what seemed like hours, she had unconsciously slipped one hand to her

slit, pulling her panty crotch aside. She was on her way to an orgasm when she heard the door

open. She quickly regained her composure and hurriedly left the lady's room. She had just sat

down at the table when Dot and Goody, arms around each other's waists, approached the table

through the crowded floor. Angie couldn't keep her eyes off the girls the rest of the evening.

She watched them dance closely, their hips undulating and pressing close. Their summer dresses

barely hiding their legs slipping between and into each other's crotches. Angie was horny.

Ignoring the conversation and again sitting on her husband's lap, she unconsciously hugged his neck

and rubbed his chest as she watched the girls.

 

At closing time, Goody invited all back to her apartment. John made excuses to his

understanding friends. Outside the establishment Dot and Goody gave John friendly kisses,

"Really friendly," thought Angie, but she had other things on her mind and she was pleased John

wanted to get her straight home. Angie enjoyed the round of hugs and kisses as they parted.

She pressed herself to Ted and Rod. Goody was a pleasurable squeeze with her ample breasts.

Dot's slimness, much like her own, made her shiver. "Was that the tip of her tongue? Accidental?"

thought Angie. Then she thought about the scene in the lady's room again.

On the way home she was still highly aroused. She was anxious to get into bed with her husband.

She cuddled up close to him in the front seat and unzippered his pants. John was surprised at her

enthusiasm and was instantly hard.

 

"What's up sweetheart," John asked surprised at her gropes, but pleased.

"Your dick, I hope," Angie replied with her lilting laugh. He rarely heard such language from her,

but he knew she was drunk. He had seldom seen her drunk before. She seemed happier and her

liked her this way. Uninhibited. With her head in John's lap she pulled his hard on out of his

pants and greedily stuffed it in her mouth. She pulled her dress up and slipped her finger down

her panties once more. When they got home she led John to the living room couch, climbed on top

and furiously fucked him without undressing. In her passion she hurriedly knelt on the floor with

elbows on the couch and presented her upturned buttocks to him. She loved it from behind. John

unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor as he knelt behind Angie. He held his

engorged penis to her cunt lips. He entered her easily.

 

"Yessss, Johnny. Fuck me, Johnny!" John slid his large cock slowly into her little by little. at

her urging he quickened his pace. "Wait!" She tried unsuccessfully to place his erection in her

nether hole.

 

"You know we can't do that, baby, much as I'd like to." He rubbed his large penis around her

asshole and she became even more excited.

 

"Please Johnny! Leave it there! Just pretend to fuck me in the ass!" Then, "No, no. Stop. It

won't go in." She was at last satisfied with several good orgasms then passed out face down on

the couch. John sat on the floor next to her, smoking a cigarette and wondering what had put

her in such a great mood. He was glad she was enjoying herself lately.

Then he imagined what was going on at Goody's apartment. He remembered the last time he was

there and he got hard again. Angie lay sprawled and out cold next to him. He fondled his penis

then reached over to his wife and massaged her buttocks. "She does have a great body. So does

Goody. And Dot. Angie, Goody, and Dot," he thought, and it gave him pleasure to think about the

three. "Naw, never happen." But, he could imagine.

 

Sunday morning at breakfast she was happy and eager to talk about the good time they'd had

the night before. She asked, "Johnny, what do you know about Dot and Goody?"

 

He thought for a moment before he responded. He couldn’t tell her everything.

"Well, Dot and Goody have been good friends for a long time. They used to work together. Goody

met Rod at Gene's Place. They like to go out together with Dot. Then Rod introduced them to

Ted. Dot and Ted married a couple of years ago. He was my sponsor when I got here. They

showed me around town and they've had me over for dinner a few times. Goody has her own very

nice apartment on the Wilhelmstrasse. Why do you ask?"

 

"Just curious." She paused. John did not press the issue and pretended to read his newspaper.

He remembered he still had a key to the apartment.

 

"Johnny, do you think Dot and Goody are more than just good friends?"

"What do you mean, Angie?" Then thought, "She's onto something here."

 

"Last night they were fooling around with each other in the lady's room."

 

"Fooling around with each other?" He knew exactly what she meant. They liked to fool around

with each other. They liked to fool around with him too, but that came to a halt after Angie got

there. He remembered being teasingly jacked off under the table or outdoors on the veranda at

Gene's Place by one or both of them.

 

"It's unlikely that they're lesbians, but I definitely think they're bisexual, Johnny. Have you ever

seen them together like that?"

 

John thought, "Boy have I! Is that what got Angie all worked up last night? She suspects

something." He knew the girls wanted his wife included in their little group. She had to find out

sooner or later. "Yeah, they were lovers before Dot and Ted got married, honey, you know how

European women are. They're very liberal about their relationships with each other."

 

"I would hate for Ted to find out, it would devastate him," Angie told him. Then the light came

on over her head. "Wait a minute, if you know about it, Ted must know about it, right?"

 

The wheels in John's head were turning furiously. How far should he go. "Yes, he knows of

course."

 

"And he doesn't care?" Angie asked.

 

"It's not that he doesn't care, Angie. They like to party together. They're young. They have a

good time, they're swingers."

 

"Group sex? How awful, Johnny! How can they do that? It's sinful and I've never done anything

like that. I don't know if I can associate further with people like that!"

 

The conversation was beginning to irritate John. "Come on, Angie Lee! How many guys have you

had sex with? And, the married guys? Neither of us were virgins when we got married. As far as

I know they have not had sex with as many people as you have. Just together. Both girls, and

Rod were virgins till they met and the girls arranged a menage-a'-trois with him." After a minute

of silence, he continued, "Ted was the most worldly of the three having spent a tour in the far

east before he came here. And, you haven't told me what you did to cope for the past five

months either. I know you can't go that long without sex." She was speechless. John added,

"Hate the sin, love the sinners, remember?" She kept quiet. He went back to his paper. "Oh

shit, what must she be thinking?"

Angie had intended to tell him about getting laid back home while he was gone. She had tired of

her old dildo during their separation. He was very understanding. It was ok, "just be careful,"

was his attitude. She appreciated that in him and it weighed heavily when she succumbed to her

weakness and knew she would have to confess. Her mind was grinding away trying to absorb the

information. She had to think about this. "The four probably went to Goody's apartment to fuck

last night".

 

Angie thought about it all week. It crossed her mind that she could fuck someone's husband

without all the hostility it usually caused. It could happen on much friendlier terms. Much

friendlier. It was all she could think about. It made her horny. She masturbated every day that

week, sometimes twice. She and John had sex every night that week like when they first met.

 

John wondered if there was a connection between their conversation about Dot and Goody and the

sudden increase in her sexual appetite. She was still unaware of his involvement. The next time

she brought up the subject was as she lay panting after an orgasm with John's cock still quivering

inside her.

 

"Johnny, last weekend, when they left us at Gene's Place, do you think they went to party at

Goody's apartment?"

 

He remembered as he replied, "They probably opened another bottle of wine and sucked and

fucked each other till breakfast." He remembered Goody coming out of the shower with Ted one

Sunday morning while he had Dot's legs draped over his shoulders as he fucked her on their bed.

 

"What do you think they do, Johnny?" She was humping his cock again and pulling his butt to her

with both her hands.

 

"Rod told me," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, "that Goody and Dot sixty-nine and while they're

eating each other he and Ted fuck them from behind." He was remembering again and slowing

fucking his wife with renewed vigor. Long strokes, like he did with Dot and Goody.

 

"Oh, god! That's so hot, Johnny! What else?" She gasped, held him tighter and fucked back.

 

"Then they switch," John laughed, "and Goody likes to sit on Dot's face while she sucks on Ted's

cock and Rod fucks Dot." "She's getting off on this," thought John. So was he.

 

Rapidly and breathlessly she asked, "Rod fucks Dot? In front of Ted? And Ted fucks Goody too?"

She had already figured that out, she just enjoyed the sex-talk. "Do they butt-fuck too, Johnny?"

But, before John could answer, "Ohhhh my god, Johnny! I'm cumming!" Then, still panting, "Why

weren't we invited, Johnny?"

 

In the dark, John's eyes popped wide open. His mind raced. "Maybe?" Then, " We were, sweetheart, I just didn't think you would want to get involved in something like that with those kind of people," he said dryly.

 

Angie heard her words fed back to her. She was feeling very, very weak. "I do now," she

whispered to herself as she fell asleep. John heard.

 

"What a nice young man that Rod is, and what a nice long cock he has. Cock? Why am I seeing his

cock?" The question was set aside as she further admired the long, slender penis with such a

large bulbous helmet. In her entire life she had never been in such an aroused state. She felt

wonderfully warm pressed by flesh like this. And a soft tongue was licking her pussy. She woke

from her dream the next morning fingering her clit.

 

John woke shortly thereafter to find his wife sucking his cock. When she had swollowed his cum,

she wiped her mouth, and asked, "What's the plan for the weekend, Johnny?"

 

John cautiously replied, "Oh, I don't know, would you like to ride down the Rhine and take in a

couple of castles? We could spend the night at one of those hostels along the river." He knew she

wasn't interested in castle hopping.

 

Angie was trying not to sound too anxious, but suggested, "Why don't we just take in a movie this

afternoon then have dinner at Gene's Place? We can ask Dot and Ted to join us if they don't have

any plans."

 

What could he say? "Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart."

 

Angie was thinking, "I can't stand it another day." The morning went by altogether too slow. Before they left their quarters, Angie went to the kitchen cabinette and poured herself a glass of

blackberry wine. Then another.

 

They met Dot and Ted at the base exchange theater. Angie greeted them excitedly and for the

first time conciously gave them both a very friendly hello kiss. Dot was pleasantly surprised when

Angie took her hand and led her into the darkened theater. John and Ted had gone to fetch

refreshments. They chose to sit in the loge seats in the upper back rows and waited for their

men.

 

After a few pleasantries, Angie asked, "Have you known Goody a long time, Dot?"

 

"Since I was eighteen. I met her when I got my first job. We worked together at a champagne

factory in Mainz." Angie was still holding Dot's hand in hers. "She's really a sweet person. Do you like her, Angie?"

 

"I think she's a very sexy lady. Her waist is so tiny and she has beautiful hips. And such

breasts! You're athletic like me, aren't you, Dot? I exercise regularly."

 

"I try. And yes, Goody is very sexy." "I wonder where she's going with this," Dot thought. Dot

could smell the red wine on Angie's breath. "You're pretty sexy yourself, Angie."

 

"Do you think so, Dot? I value your opinion. Do you think I have a gorgeous ass? Freudian slip.

"Uh, I mean, do you think I have a nice figure?" Angie had not intended to say that, but the glass

of Morgan David and her state of mind made it difficult not to blurt out what she was thinking.

 

"Where have I heard those words before," thought Dot. Then she was slightly embarrassed when

she remembered last Saturday night in the toilet stall with Goody. "Ok, Angie. I said that to

Goody at Gene;s Place last weekend. Were you there when I said it?"

 

"I didn't really want to let on, Dot, and I'm sorry I was eavesdropping. It's just that I want to be

friends like you and Goody."

 

"Like Goody? Really like Goody? Did Johnny tell you about me and Goody, is that it?" Angie pulled Dot's hand to her own knee. Dot wondered how much she knew.

 

"Yes, just like Goody," she leaned over and whispered into Dot's ear.

 

Dot placed her hand inside Angie's knee. She pulled it toward her own and squeezed. Angie caught her breath. The men were coming up the aisle with the popcorn.

 

John and Ted looked for the girls and saw them sitting in the back rows. The seats rose steeply up

to the back projection wall so that they could only see head and shoulders. Heads close together

whispering. Angie was sitting to Dot's right and as they approached saw that Dot had her right

hand between Angie's knees. Angie sat with downcast eyes and did not look up as Ted stepped by

to sit on Dot's left and John sat next to his wife on the far right. Dot saw them smiling at each

other but made no comment. Dot released Angie's knee as her husband joined her.

 

Their attention was on the screen but the girls had joined hands. A few minutes later, Angie and

Dot had slipped their hands to each other's knees, their arms crossing in the middle and their legs

slightly parted. They were both wearing short skirts so that the men had a clear view of their

wive's legs and thighs. Dot softly caressed Angie's inner thigh and Angie wasted no time in doing

the same for Dot although their eyes were still on the screen. Dot's fingers ventured further up

Angie's thigh till her fingers brushed Angie's pussy through the panty cloth. Dot moved the panty

cloth aside and found Angie's pubic hair. When Dot's middle finger found the wetness, it delved

between Angie's labia and stroked her cleft, up and down, easily finding Angie's clitoris. Angie's

heart was pounding and her breathing elevated but her eyes never left the screen. Then she

became aware that her right hand was fondling John's hard on through his pants. Her eyes then

left the screen to look down to her husband's crotch. John slouched forward and unzipped his fly

whereupon Angie reached inside to find his cock wet with precum. She pulled on it slowly and at

the same time found Dot's bare pussy with her left hand. She turned to Dot and leaned close. Dot

turned to Angie and heard her whisper in pleasant surprise, "You're not wearing panties!"

 

"I never do," Dot replied. "And I never, ever wear a bra. Look, feel." Angie pulled her right hand

out of her husband's fly to feel Dot's breasts. Through the flimsy material she could feel small

but firm breasts. She pinched the hardened nipples. It was then that she saw Dot's left hand

firmly grasping Ted's penis.

 

Dot saw her looking, "You may feel that too if you want," Dot whispered in her ear. Angie's hand

left Dot's breasts and her fingers wrapped around Ted's cock enclosing Dot's fingers too. She

leaned over Dot's legs and pulled on Ted's penis, her mouth open, but could not quite get her

mouth over it. Dot looked over at a smiling John who had exposed his cock and was pointing it at

her as he stroked it. It had been a while since she'd enjoyed that handsome appendage and was

looking forward to it again. Angie sat back up then all four slouched down in their seats. Angie and Dot continued fingering each other's cunts. They quietly gave each other their first orgasms of the

weekend in the back rows of the base theater.

 

Dot saw Angie still looking at Ted's cock and whispered, "Do you want them to switch seats?."

Angie's pussy was still throbbing from her cum and was beyond the reach of any diminishing

inhibitions. She wanted to fully enjoy the moment.

 

"Johnny," she whispered to her husband, "Would you like to swap?"

 

"Huh?" He wasn't quite sure for a minute.

 

"Seats, John, would you like to swap seats with Ted?" Hesitantly, she added, "Come on, Johnny,

let's enjoy ourselves. I know all about it"

 

The smiling men stood up and, facing their wives, sidestepped past them, dicks wagging in the dim

light, to swap seats. Angie then sat sideways, leaned down and sucked Ted's cock into her mouth

thinking, "It's not as big as John's cock, but it will do very nicely." Ted fondled her long dark hair in both his hands till she swallowed his load. She looked to her left at Dot who's head was buried in John's lap, her exposed asscheeks pointed toward Angie. She could not resist putting her hand into Dot's crack to feel that wonderfully bare-blond pussy. The thought of burying her tongue in Dot's swollen labia occurred to her. She had thought what Dot and Goody did to each other, but had never licked a woman's cunt. This was a special occasion though, and she knew she would do it before the night was over. It would have to wait till later. Angie was looking forward to seeing Goody's apartment later.

 

Dot was thinking, "This lady is hot tonight! She obviously needs to get thoroughly ravished." She

came on to Dot and it didn't bother her at all giving head to each other's husbands. Dot was going

to make sure Angie got what she wanted and have fun breaking her in to something new. They left

the darkened theater before the movie ended.

 

At Gene's place, they ordered dinner and wine. Angie had her own glass tonight. From the moment

they had left the theater, John and Ted amused themselves teasing the girls about their

performance and Angie's attempt to keep her orgasm quietly. They were all feeling good and

enjoyed the laughs.

 

Making sure Dot and Ted overheard him, John hugged his wife to him, "Did you enjoy Dot's

fingers, Angie?"

 

"Ummmm, yes Johnny, and did you enjoy the blow-job she gave you?"

 

"Yes, sweetheart, she's very good. I know Ted enjoyed your mouth too since I know how good you

are." And they all laughed.

 

"Thank you dear, you're so understanding," she mockingly responded to her husband. "But I hope

the fun's not over yet," she laughed back.

 

Dot and Ted looked at each other at Angie's comment. Ted spoke softly to Dot, "I want to watch

you make her cum."

 

Dot kissed his mouth, then replied, "I want you fucking her while I make her cum, baby."

 

Angie barely heard. She knew they were talking about her. She placed one leg over her husband's knees under the table. John promptly ran his fingers up to her wet panties. She was breathing hard from dancing, but he knew his wife and that in this condition she was going to be horny all night. He was anticipating an encounter with her and his friends. While she was in this heightened state of arousal he planned to give her encouragement. He was also having visions of Dot, Angie, and Goody together while Angie's groping hands fondled his hard on.

 

As they came in the door, Goody and Rod shouted and waved to the four already at their favorite

table in the corner. Angie watched and waved as they approached the table. She remembered her

dream of Rod. She then focused her attention on Goody. "God, she's gorgeous," thought Angie.

Angie watched as Goody gave John, Ted and Dot the same full-mouth kisses. Young Rod kissed Dot

good-heartedly and fun-like but was hesitant when it was Angie's turn. John knew Rod was shy and

gave Angie Lee a gentle push toward Rod. Angie wanted him to like her so she drew close and

pressed herself to him. He was taller so she had to stand on tip-toes, threw one arm around his

neck and the other around his waist to kiss him on the lips. She could also feel the bulge in his

pants. They were all laughing at Rod's discomfort. When Goody was within reach Angie wrapped

her arms around her small waist and hugged her tightly feeling her friend's breasts and hips

against her. The image of Goody and Dot together crossed her mind. Goody looked over

Angie's shoulder at Dot with a questioning smile. Dot and Goody could read each other's minds.

Dot pursed her lips and tilted her head toward Angie. Goody understood.

 

The next thing Angie knew, she was flicking her tongue back into Goody's mouth. Goody, was caught off guard, but she was so horny that she returned the kiss almost unconsciously. Goody, looking at Dot again reached around and placed her hand on Angie's buttocks and playfully squeezed. They both laughed uproariously.

 

All the smiles around them understood that Angie had cum into the fold, so-to-speak. Angie,

almost embarrassed and eyes down-cast, turned to her husband, then looked at Dot who was smiling

at her. It then dawned on her how involved John had been with these women. Before she could

dwell on the subject Dot reached out to take Angie's hand in hers and squeezed enthusiastically. "We're going to have fun to-night, baby! Come, dance with me!"

 

The dance floor was crowded. Angie was overwhelmed with pleasure as she danced with this

beautiful blond girl. Their hips and legs touched repeatedly. Angie felt their breasts pleasantly

rub into each other. Dot pulled her tight at times and slipped her leg between Angie's thighs so that she could feel her mound rubbing on her Dot’s leg.

 

The evening's merriment continued with wine, song and dance. During the last slow dance with her

husband, Angie nibbled on John's ear and whispered, "Are you alright with this Johnny? I mean

are we going to be ok with this?"

 

"Angie, I wanted to tell you more about Goody and......."

 

"Johnny," she put her fingers to his lips. "I've wanted to confess to you too, but not now. It was a

boring fuck compared to what I've done with Dot today, anyway. Let's enjoy and go with the flow.

Do you want to Johnny?"

John agreed saying, "Sweetheart, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you want. I want to see

you and the girls together like I've seen them together."

 

"Ohhh, Johnny, was it good? Did you make them cum with this?" She rubbed her pelvis into him.

 

"Yes," he replied, "and they will do the same for you."

 

Angie rubbed her mons into her husband's hard on as they danced and whispered hoarsely into his

ear, "What about Ted and Rod. Can I fuck them too, Johnny?" She was close to an orgasm on the

dance floor. "Ask them if they're ready to go, Johnny. I want to fuck. I'm so horny I could fuck a tree.." John was thinking, "Boy, this is gonna be good!"

 

Just about that time, Dot appeared behind Angie and put her arms around both of them pressing

her pelvis tightly to Angie's behind. Angie pressed back and leaned her head backwards towards

Dot's face.

"Let's go, Dot, I'm ready."

 

"I'll bet you are, sweetheart," Dot replied then kissed Angie's mouth, tongue probing. They

finished their drinks and all headed out into the street.

John's Corvair allowed a tight fit for three passengers in the rear and bucket seats in front.

 

"Ted, you and Goody cum in the back with me," Dot said laughingly to them. "Angie can sit on Rod's lap up in front."

 

Goody replied, "I'll cum with you in the back darling, but Angie on Rod's lap should be fun to

watch." Then making sure Angie was listening said, "You know how easy he gets hard. He's always hard when we dance."

 

"He's always hard when I dance with him," Dot added, laughing.

 

Rod was getting hard listening to the girls talk about his hard on. Angie was smiling at him to his

great embarrassment as she climbed into the front seat on his lap.

 

Angie's Ride Home...Chap 5

Dot, Goody, and Ted squeezed into the back seat and Angie climbed onto Rod's lap in the front passenger seat of John's Corvair. Angie leaned sideways toward John with her left arm around his neck and her head on his shoulder as he drove away. John made his way through the late-night city traffic to Goody's apartment. They all poked fun at Rod who was enjoying Angie's derriere on his swelling member. Angie's short skirt was mostly up around her hips. Her panty covered crotch nestled in Rod's lap.

"Johnny," Angie said in her husband’s ear, "He's getting a hard-on. I can feel it."

John whispered loudly in reply so everyone in the back heard, "He does get a big one sweetheart," then laughing.

From the back seat, Goody warned, "You'd better be careful with that monster you're sitting on, Angie."

As his hard-on grew under Angie, Rod needed to adjust his crotch, so he shifted......spread his legs apart and Angie ended up sitting astride his left leg. Her legs straddled Rod's thigh. Angie felt Rod's large dick-head as it grew under his pants.... pushing forward against the crack of her ass. She lifted slightly and slid back to make better contact. When she did, she found herself firmly trapping his long cock in her crotch against her panty-covered labia. She groaned into John's neck and dry-fucked Rod's length. Her soaked panties seeped onto Rod’s pants where only the cloth separated the pair’s throbbing genitals.

Angie Lee was enjoying the frottage but it was not enough. She wanted...... no....she needed more. She moved her hand to her pussy and rubbed it quickly before she hooked her panty crotch with her fingers and pulled it aside. Now only Rod's pants separated her cunt from Rod’s cock. Rod's pant leg was soaked with Angie's wetness. She wanted another "public" cum like she had with Dot earlier in the day in the base theater. She was panting and sucking a hickey on her husband's neck as her hips undulated on Rod's lap.

Because she had a fondness for fucking in semi-public places she was very aware that the car-load of her new friends knew she was getting fucked in their presence. The thought drove her to new heights of steamy lust. She was in a state of total abandon. She loved it.

 

 

She looked into the back seat to see Dot's leg draped over Ted's lap and Goody's hands between her friend's legs. When their eyes met, Goody leaned forward to Angie, "Are you fucking him, sweetheart? Pull it out and fuck him, Angie." At the same time Goody had reached out and placed her fingers at Angie's mouth. Angie could smell the pungent aroma the juices on her fingers produced and recognized the newly family scent of Dot.

Goody reached forward between the bucket seats and pushed her hand under Angie who lifted her ass slightly to allow Goody to feel her wet pussy. Goody, palm up, maneuvered her fingers past Angie's panty crotch to find her labia.

"Schatzie, you are wet!" said Goody. Angie caught her breath as Goody's fingers brushed her clit. Goody's fingers left her, then she felt and heard Rod's fly being undone. Goody reached into Rod's pants, then tugged and pulled his turgid cock out. She squeezed the long cock, "Oooh! You’ve got a nice one there, Rod,." Then stretched Angie's panty crotch to allow the long cock in one side and out the other. Angie sat back down and brought her pussy firmly on its length and slid back and forth with it between her pussy lips from her opening to her clit. It was like riding a greased banister rail.

"Oh, Johnny! I want him inside me," she panted breathlessly as she sucked on her husband's neck feeling Rod's cock at her throbbing cunt-hole and her husband’s cock in her right hand. "I love this cock," she thought.

"Do it, baby." John replied as he turned his head towards her and kissed her lips. "I'll drive around the block again." Then, glancing at Rod, "Fuck her, boy! She needs it bad!" John relished the thought of Rod fucking Angie. Rod, ever the gentleman and without a word, eagerly followed John’s instructions. John passed the apartment and kept driving with his wife's mouth latched to his neck and her right hand stroking his penis.

Angie slid her wet cunt forward till Rod's bulbous head nestled at her nether hole for just a moment, knowing that she could never fit this one in there.....either. Rod pushed his dick-head in just past her labia. Angie slid back and Rod slipped forward into her warm, wet hole. She took his long cock, little by little, by little.

"Oh!" she said each time it slid in a little further. "Oh! Oh, oh, oh, ooooh!" Angie rode Rod's long slender cock with her left arm around her husband's neck and her right hand grasping his now fully erect cock. She wanted to suck it but couldn't figure how to get it in her mouth without losing the wonderful appendage in her hot cunt. One of Angie's favorite fantasies while having sex was to suck on a second penis but she had never experienced a threesome. "I'm going to make that fantasy cum true tonight," she thought. She was encouraged by the trio in the back seat.

"What are you riding on, Angie?" In the dark and moving vehicle, Angie looked into the back seat in response to the question. She could just barely see Goody finger-fucking Dot. In the passing lights, Angie and Dot looked for each other's faces, and their lust-full eyes met, momentarily . Ted had

his hands full of Goody's breasts and John kept driving around the block enjoying his wife's hand-job knowing the screwing she was getting from young Rod. John was thinking ahead to when they all got into Goody's apartment. It had been a while since he'd been there last. He had fucked Dot and Goody there quite a few times. Now he felt he could repay the kindness of his friends with Angie Lee and she could fulfill her fantasies.

John smiled as he drove down the boulevard.

Angie released her husband's cock, then with her hands on the dashboard, lifted her buttocks with Rod's penis halfway inserted in her pussy. She lifted it till it was vertical, then plunged down on it. Rod's long cock slid easily up into her womb.

"Oooooh, gawwwd! Johnnyyyyy! It's innnnn! Soooo, oh, oh! Deep!" Her head was pressed up against the head liner and her back was arched. Rod's hands were grasping her breasts from behind and Angie's hands were about to tear the leather off the dash. John knew Rod was plumbing new depths with his wife. John was large and thick but he had seen Rod's cock when the boy had

fucked both the girls on previous visits to Goody's den of pleasure. Rod was longer than he was, not as thick.......but long with a large bulbous helmet. Angie was thoroughly enjoying the front-seat fuck.

Goody again reached between the seats and grasped Rod's prick at the base. Angie's wet cunt pressed down on Goody’s knuckles with every down-stroke. It was too much for Angie. She came with a screeching howl as Rod's cock jerked and twitched and unloaded into her. Cheers from the back seat joined-in with her. Breathing hard Angie turned her head toward the back seat and smiled at them. "More. I want more."

John pulled into the courtyard at Goody's apartment building. Angie was still breathless and panting. She rocked on Rod's still-hard cock buried deep inside her when her husband turned the ignition off.

"Ok Angie, get off it and let us out," Dot said from the back seat.

Angie turned to John and whispered, "Thank you, darling, it was so good. " Then kissing Rod on his nose, "Oh, thank you too Rod. Can I have more of that tonight?" She kissed the boy on the mouth before he could manage a coherent reply then laughed and squirmed around on his dick before lifting herself off. Angie got out of the car and leaned against it. She was a little unsteady from the wine and the orgasm. Dot came out of the back seat and put her arm around Angie's waist.

"Are you ok, Angie?" Then added, "It was good, wasn't it?" Angie smiled at Dot.

"He sure has a long dick, doesn't he?"

"Yes, I know," said Dot. "I've had it before. Actually he was the first man I ever fucked before Ted. I got very randy watching you and Rod from the back seat."

"Yes, I saw you watching and I could see Goody giving you a helping hand," Angie replied laughing. "Did you like Johnny's big cock too........before I got here, I mean?"

Dot walked Angie, arm still around her, to the apartment entrance. "Yes, I really enjoyed fucking your husband. I guess you’re ok with that now? "

They stopped in the shadows waiting for the others. Dot pulled Angie close to kiss her. "I fucked John a few times before, and I want to fuck him again tonight."

As they kissed Dot placed her hand at Angie's wet panty crotch. She inserted her fingers into Angie's labia and rubbed gently. "I really enjoyed fucking him. And, I want to see you fuck Ted. He’s not as big as John or Rod, but.....he’s just right for other places."

"Oh, Dot! You're soooo good to me! I want to make love to you, Dot," Angie whispered as Dot's fingers delved further into her pussy. She could feel Rod's cum dribbling out onto Dot's fingers. Angie also fumbled for Dot's crotch remembering that she was not wearing panties. She found it also wet and warm.

 

"We will sweetheart, we will. Let me help you out of these wet panties." Dot bent down to pull them down while Angie steadied herself with a hand on Dot's shoulder. Dot pulled Angie's panties off one foot and then the other and in the process turned her head into Angie's crotch and inhaled the heavy aroma. Having accomplished that Dot turned her head, "Where the hell is Goody?" Angie was hoping she knew what Dot meant by other places.

Goody was sitting on the edge of the car door between Rod's legs. Rod was still sitting in the front seat with his left leg in and his right foot on the cobblestones. Goody was sucking on his cock-head while holding the rest of it with both hands. John and Ted were standing nearby, enjoying the show and smoking cigarettes.

"What's the matter, you never seen me suck him off? I just wanted to taste Angie before he put it back in his pants!"

"Come on, Goody, unlock the door and let's go in, I'm thirsty!" Dot told her, still holding onto Angie Lee who added giggling, "And she's horny too."

Once inside the apartment, Goody brought out a couple of bottles of her best Rhine wine. Dot and Angie were seated together on the large divan. They were kissing and fondling each other and divesting themselve of their clothes as they went. The men were seated close by on several large easy chairs surrounding a large chaise lounge in the middle of the living room. They were enjoying the performance while Goody served wine all around. Once she had poured the wine Goody disappeared into her bedroom and returned momentarily wearing little but garter and stockings.

"Come sit on my lap, Goody," John told her.

"Get undressed first, Johnny, I want your cock while I watch Dot do Angie Lee," she said.

Rod and Ted also undressed. They stroked themselves, sipped wine and smoked while encouraging and watching the girls on the chaise. Goody dropped the robe and sat on John's naked lap. She sat over one of John's legs and on the armrest so she could grasp his cock with one hand, sip her wine with the other, and watch the girls too.

Dot and Goody, completely naked now, were sucking each others tongues and nipples. Their hands roamed from legs to buttocks then to each other's cunts. One long-tall blonde and one dark beauty completely entangled and writhing.

"Are you enjoying your wife, Johnny?" Goody put her drink down and concentrated on John's cock.

"Tremendously, Goody. I never thought I'd see the day, but I’m glad she’s finally getting what she’s been wanting for a long time."

"Oh, oh, oh, Dot, eat me please!" Dot pushed Angie down. Angie had one foot on the Persian rug the other leg stretched out on the chaise. Dot knelt between Angie's widespread legs then stretched her arms to fondle her new friend's nipples then slid her hands down to Angie's flat stomach and then her mons. Dot toyed with Angie's pussy then spread the labia with her thumbs. Dot flicked her tongue at the engorged clit before opening her mouth and completely covering Angie's cunt.

"Oooooh, Dot! That's sooooo good!" Dot had Angie's pelvis humping within minutes. Dot's mouth never left Angie's pussy but her tongue worked like an orchestra conductor's baton. When she inserted two fingers to find her G-spot, Angie began to howl in her orgasm. Dot was licking and sucking her cunt with fervor. Angie had never had her pussy eaten by another woman and never had a man do it like Dot was doing now.

"Your wife sure is a screamer, Johnny," Goody said to him as she continued stroking his prick.

"Yes she does get rather carried away when she has a good cum like she's getting from Dot. She really had to stifle herself this afternoon in the movie when Dot made her cum in her seat. "You boys," he said to Rod and Ted, "let go of your dicks and go over there and let Angie Lee do it."

Angie heard the comment and looked up. Rod and Ted stood up and walked to the chaise. Angie remembered her dream again as she watched them approach. When they were on both sides of her, Angie grasped a cock in each hand. Dot's fingers were marvelous as her orgasm subsided, but now she wanted a cock in there.

"Dot..... please, Dot. I need some cock now........ please!"

Dot grabbed her husband's wrist and pulled him down on the chaise next to Angie.

"Let her get on top of you face up so I can do her while you fuck her." Ted knew the routine. He had done it with the girls before. He lay down face up and pulled Angie on top of him with his feet resting on the floor. Angie first straddled him to insert his cock. It slipped easily into Angie's well lubricated pussy. Dot pushed her back onto Ted who wrapped his arms around Angie

to fondle her breasts. Dot knelt between their legs as Ted was beginning to furiously fuck Angie from underneath.

"Slow down, Ted! You'll be cumming in no time that way!" Dot took hold of her husband's cock and literally pulled it out of Angie.

Angie looked down at Dot between her legs, "Awwww, Dot, now you're being mean to me!"

"Don't complain Angie, you're going to love this." Dot then placed Ted's cock next to her cheek and her mouth back on Angie's cunt. Dot took her husband's cock in her mouth momentarily, then replaced it at Angie's opening. Angie took Ted's cock in to the hilt a few strokes before Dot pulled it out again and into her mouth to taste Angie Lee's juices. Angie still had Rod's prick in her hand. She pulled him close to get it in her mouth. Rod leaned over and obliged her. Rod began to slowly fuck Angie's mouth. She could not take all of it in, but three or four inches and that large helmet combined with the couple she was fornicating with was pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Dot's mouth produced the most erotic sensations she had

ever experienced and she finally had a cock in her cunt and one in her mouth. And Dot's marvelous mouth covering her cunt. At that moment she became aware of her remaining lonely orifice.

"Isn't that the hottest thing you've ever seen Johnny?" Goody now had John's rock-hard monster firmly embedded in her. She was sitting on him facing the spectacle in the middle of the room. She had her feet on the floor between John's legs and her hands on the armrests slowly lifting herself up and down on John's cock . Her beautiful ass and small waist was a sight to behold from John's point of view. He could see his penus as it disappeared into Goody then reappear as she rose. Her swollen pussy lips encircled his cock as it slid out then it pushed them back in. His hands hefted and massaged her swollen breasts from behind.

He looked at his wife then at Goody's ass and was barely holding back his orgasm when he saw that Angie was just about to cum in Dot's mouth again. Angie did not remove Rod's cock from her mouth, just opened it to release her screaming howl. Her hips were bucking and trembling as her cum exploded, jerking with each spasm. John held Goody's ass down on his lap, buried his cock up to the hilt and came too.

Dot massaged Angie's mons and flicked her tongue to Angie's clit till her cum subsided. Dot hadn't cum yet. She liked to hold it back and stay horny for a while. She enjoyed being this horny. She motioned to Rod to bring his turgid cock around between Angie's legs. Dot was not going to let up on Angie. Tonight she was going to see that Angie was well fucked. Ted had not

cum either and his hardon was out of but sliding slowly between Angie's labia when Rod placed his helmet at Angie's pussy. Ted adjusted to let Rod in. In doing so his cock slid easily between Angie's asscheeks. Rod lifted Angie's legs up to his shoulders. Angie's open tunnel, her nether hole and Ted's cock were plainly visible to the on-lookers.

"Put it in her ass, Ted! She loves it there and she hasn't had a good ass-fucking in years," John told him. Dot, wine glass in hand stepped over to John, pulled Goody off him, and placed herself in the same position.

"Got any left for me, Johnny?" she asked. "I’m needing a good cum too."

Angie looked over at John. Dot was lowering her pretty bare pussy onto her husband's limp cock. Goody was sitting on the persian leaning back against the big easy chair between John's legs lighting up a cigarette and looking for her wine glass.

"Maybe with a little help from Goody," John answered.

Goody turned, "I can use a little more attention myself, Dot. I haven't had much from you tonight......yet."

"Come here liebchen," Dot said to Goody, "I haven't forgotten you. Here, lick me and make Johnny hard again." It never took long to recover with these two girls.

John said to Dot, "You certainly lived up to my wife's expectations, Dot. She absolutely loved your luscious mouth just like we all do."

"I love doing it like that with Ted. You know Goody loves it. We did Inge that way too."

John asked Dot, "You and Ted did Inge........the girl from Denmark?"

"Yeah, she slept over the night before she left. She was a hot fuck, too."

John feigned disappointmend, "Why didn't I get invited? I know a couple other guys who fucked her, and I would've loved to have been there to watch."

"You'll probably get your chance, Johnny, she's coming back in a couple of months."

Goody popped John's cock from her mouth and looked up, "Me too! We'll have another party here, Ok?"

"Sounds good, Goody." Then kissing John, "Johnny, put that thing in me......now!" John was rock-hard again and about to fuck this gorgeous blond pussy again. John knew that once he had it up her twat that she had a

way of squeezing his dick like he had never felt before. He looked over at the divan to see Rod holding his prick with one hand and slowly inserting himself into his wife and Ted's cock nudging her asshole from underneath.

Angie, ankles on Rod's shoulders, was frantically fumbling for both cocks. Guiding Rod into her pussy and Ted's into her behind. Angie was thinking aloud, "Oh my god! I'm gonna fuck both of them!" Then out loud, "Easy, Ted, easy! Go, Rod, deeper! Oh, Ted! You're going in too!"

"You said you wanted to fuck both of them Angie Lee," John said to his wife.

"Oh, yes, Johnny! I didn't expect both of them right off the bat. But, but, oh yesssssss!"

With all the juices dribbling down the crack of her ass, Ted was easily able to push the head of his dick just past Angie's spincter. It felt like a rubber band around his penus. He slowly worked his cock into her asshole. He felt her backward pressure when he inched forward. He could feel Rod down there too.

"Fuck meeeeeeee!" Angie was reaching another plateau in her sex life. "I'm getting filled both ways," she thought. Ted's penus in her asshole was intensely erotic. She knew what Dot meant about Ted’s cock and other places. It had been years, she yearned for it and Ted’s cock was perfect for a good assfucking. She almost forgot the cock sliding into her pussy.

Almost. She made eye contact with her husband. "It's soooo good, Johnny, its so good! Awwwww fuck.......meeeee, Ted!"

She could see John's monster cock slowly but steadily fucking Dot's hairless blond pussy......and, oh gawd! She had Ted in her ass and Rod in her cunt. She looked at John and the girls to see his engorged penis disappearing into Dot from underneath. Dot had spread her legs to either side on the arm rests. Goody was on the floor in front of them playing with Dot’s clit and John's cock. She wanted her husband’s cock too.

"Johnny!......Johnny! Please, I need you in my mouth too!" Dot and Goody looked at each other then at John.

"Ok, darling, I'm cumming. Excuse me girls......I’ve never seen my wife so greedy for sex and I intend to see that she gets all she wants.." It took just a little effort for John to straddle Ted and his wife then lower his cock to her mouth.

Dot and Goody were squeezed together on the easy chair legs intertwined watching Angie get thoroughly filled three ways. Then Angie Lee passed out. She didn't remember the men extricating themselves when they were finished with her. When she came to, she found herself still in orgasm with Goody eating her pussy and Dot sucking on her hard nipples.

"Are you ok, Angie honey?" Panting still, Angie looked at Dot then at Goody between her legs. Immediately she insinuated herself so she could place her mouth at Dot's pussy.

"I'm fine, Dot. I want to eat you now." Smiling, Dot turned slightly and found Goody's thighs pressing her ears and her bush in her face. They formed a triangle.

"Ever see a daisy-chain, guys?" John asked. All three men found themselves amazed at their good fortune, but quite frankly fucked out for the evening. "I thought my wife was just about satisfied, but it looks like they'll be at it for a while longer." What he was thinking was....I'm gonna enjoy letting my wife loose with his friends. Maybe fuck Inge while Angie eats her. Just like Dot and Ted do.

The morning found Dot and Goody squirming under the warm blankets getting their morning orgasms. John was under the blankets with them. Angie was in the shower all lathered up and sandwiched between Ted and Rod. Ted was behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist. He was slowly fucking her ass while she lathered Rod's long tool in her hands. Leaning forward on Rod, but turning her head back towards Ted, "Fuck me Ted, fuck my ass good." Then she leaned further down to take Rod in her mouth again.