Nympho Girl

My boss, Kelsey, is a pretty cool chick and is also a pretty hot for a gal in her mid-30’s. She’s slender and beautiful (once was a professional model) and if any sex-crazed babe in the world can keep up with me, she can. Oh…and she’s bisexual, too!

So you can imagine that when she asked me to try to find some classes to train us on a new software package she had decided our department needed, I looked forward to having sex with her in a very nice place.

But where to go? Los Angeles? New York? Las Vegas?

Years ago, my parents took a month-long car trip to the West Coast, and for me the highlight was Portland, Oregon, because it has this famous bookstore, Powell’s, which is bigger than any bookstore anywhere in the country, including New York City.

You probably don’t think of me as a bookworm, but I love books and Powell’s is the Ultimate Fix. My folks had to drag my 15 year old body out of Powell’s so that they could continue on to Eugene where we were to spend the night. Ever since then, though, I’ve wanted to return to Portland.

Kelsey has to keep a lid on it at work because of all that sexual harassment horseshit but she pretty clearly would like to jump my bones, and of course we both saw this as an opportunity to combine business with pleasure.

We took a direct flight that had us arriving in mid-afternoon. We got a taxi to a hotel on Portland’s Broadway Street several blocks from their Pioneer Square. Of course, to save money for the company we bunked together (heh-heh-heh).

The weather in Portland was about as hot as the weather back in Ohio, but a lot less humid. It was more like Las Vegas heat than Ohio heat. At about 4 p.m., after unpacking, we walked around just seeing the sights.

We ended up at Pioneer Square. Despite the hokey name, this is a public square that really works. It’s a sunny place where people just hang out to drink lattes or read paperback books while listening to live music.

We bought some iced lattes at the Starbuck’s on the square and enjoyed the music until about 6 p.m. when, relying on the restaurant guide supplied by the hotel, we ate in an Italian restaurant two or three blocks East of the square. She had some kind of chicken pesto pasta and I had Tournedos Rossini.

One thing we discovered is that Portland has more nudie bars per capita than any other city in the US. I had scoped the situation out and discovered that there were four or five of them within walking distance of the hotel.

We ended up going to Mary’s Club, the nearest dancer bar to the hotel. This place is a typical dive bar (no “gentleman’s club”). It had a strange mix of customers who seemed to range from well-heeled gentlemen to rather down-at-the-heels looking street people and four or five US Navy sailors. There were a couple flaming dykes in attendance as well.

Kelsey and I sat down at the stage, Kelsey holding a huge roll of ones. We spent a good two or three hours there feeding one dollar bills to the dancers depending upon how much we wished we could have our way with them.

It turned out that we both had a special “thing” for this one dancer who really didn’t look like a typical nudie bar dancer at all. She had short blond hair in a kind of flip, a small mouth framed by full lips, A-cup breasts with puffy pink nipples, incredible legs, and a fantastic butt that resembled a pair of volleyballs jammed together.

The bar wasn’t very full at midnight and there were only four people at the stage, Kelsey and me and two sailors. The dancer, named Valerie, saw that we were the big tippers and so spent a lot of time dancing for us. It came out that her shift was ending and we invited her to have some drinks with us in the hotel lounge. She agreed.

We waited outside the club, fending off several attempts at picking us up. (Note to self: don’t stand around in front of nudie bars, especially when you’re in a miniskirt.) Kelsey, who looks like a pretty sexy 28 year old actually got as much attention as I did, probably because of her height and her very, very long legs.

Valerie finally appeared attired in a demure but short summer dress. We walked back to the hotel and ordered drinks. Valerie, forbidden to drink at the club, ordered a tall glass of amber-colored beer. While microbrews are big everywhere today, Portland is pretty much the craft brew capital of the United States. Kelsey and I had been having G and T’s and stuck with those.

We learned that Valerie grew up in a small town in Southwest Oregon named Merlin. It’s in the Rogue River country. Her family runs a guide service there leading trips on the Rogue River and other rivers in the area.

She was up in Portland attending Portland State University working toward degrees in communications and journalism. I found out from a tipsy Kelsey that she actually has a degree in nursing! Someday I’ll have to find out how she ended up working as a department head in a business services company.

Anyway, I felt a great degree of sexual tension in the air. Kelsey and I had already discussed how much we lusted after this gorgeous tidbit of a girl. But I think she felt much the same about us, so I started to get a little flirtatious, teasing her a bit about her boyfriend (currently serving on a ship in the Mediterranean) while rubbing her calf with my foot, which had slipped out of my uncomfortable pointy-toed pumps as soon as I had slipped into our booth.

Kelsey was doing her bit as well, having put her hand on top of Valerie’s as they talked. At last, Kelsey let slip the question that was on my mind and might very well have been on Valerie’s as well: “It’s so late…why not spend the night with us?”

Valerie thought out loud, “Well, hmm, I guess I don’t have a class till 2 tomorrow, and I’d bother my roommate trying to slip into bed this late anyway. I guess I could.”

(Fuck yeah! I thought)

Kelsey goes top drawer when it comes to accommodations, and ours was a corner suite with windows on two walls, a patio with a hot tub, and a small sauna off the bathroom.

After availing ourselves of more drinks from the well-stocked minibar, we all stripped down and headed out to the hot tub.

Kelsey didn’t waste much time. She watched Valerie like a hawk as we chatted about what a great night it was to be tubbing under the stars, and as soon as Valerie put her beer down, Kelsey planted a kiss on Valerie’s lips. Valerie stiffened at first but didn’t resist and then relaxed. Shortly, I felt her hand on my thigh, pulling me closer.

After Kelsey unlocked lips, Valerie gave her a cute little lick on the nose and then she kissed me! Some of the best kissers I’ve known are girls, and Valerie was right up there. I don’t care how gorgeous someone is, if they don’t know how to kiss, it’s a disaster.

Now, Kelsey got half out of the tub, one leg in and one leg out, leaning up against a tiled wall. Her hand was between her legs, her middle finger rubbing her labia and clit lasciviously.

Valerie lays on her tummy between Kelsey’s legs and, pushing Kelsey’s hand away, starts doing the old “lick-a-the-slit.”

The position Valerie is in—leaning down with one leg in the tub and one on the floor of the balcony—opened up her butt revealing one of the most gorgeous anuses I’ve ever seen. And I knew it was very clean as well, so as Valerie licked, I totally went down on her tailpipe, pushing my tongue in so deep that it started aching pretty severely. And of course I was masturbating at the same time.

Kelsey is a quiet cummer and even though she came several times, this fact was revealed by a just a few silly little peeps.

After she regained her composure, Kelsey suggested we try the sauna, so we turned it on, entered, and sat there while the heat rose as high as we could bear. I was laying on my back with one foot on the floor. Valerie knelt down between my legs and kissed and licked my inner thighs, teasing me outrageously, her eyes locked on mine, seeing my unspoken wish that she would apply her tongue to the sweet spot.

At last she did and a thrill went through me much as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on me. Somehow, the heat made everything more intense. I felt pin pricks on my arms and back and legs. Then BAM! I came and suddenly it felt like my body exploded into a vapor composed entirely of ice crystals, and then imploded in on itself again as the orgasm ended. Maybe a lot of it was the heat, but Valerie really knows how to give head, too. No wonder Kelsey had cum so hard!

Once I had recovered, Kelsey said, “Say, it’s time Valerie had some fun!” She dashed out of the sauna yelling, “Follow me, girls, and I’ll meet you at the bed!”

Valerie and I pulled the bedspread and top sheet off the bed and piled it onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Valerie laid on her back and I got on top of her, sucking on those gorgeous puffy nips. Valerie responded by rubbing my hair.

I had heard Kelsey rummaging around in the next room. I also heard a suitcase being unzipped, followed by a number of sounds I couldn’t identify.

Finally, I felt a tap on my shoulder and I looked up to see Kelsey wearing a monstrous strap-on, about 12 inches long and as big around as Erik’s wrist. What struck me most of all was the shape. I looked at it and asked, “What is it?” Valerie laughed and said, “Do you like it? Supposedly, it is modeled on a horse cock!”

Valerie and I exploded in gales of delighted laughter.

“I can’t take that,” said Valerie, wearing an expression as much composed of curiosity as horror. “Oh yes you can,” said Kelsey. “Give it a try anyway.”

“okayyyy” said a doubtful Valerie.

“And as for you,” Kelsey said, looking at me, “You get to use one of those.” She pointed to a pile of sex toys off to one side of the bed. I noticed among other things another large strap-on, and I grabbed it. This one was almost as big as the one Kelsey was wearing, but it was modeled on a human cock and was made of clear gel.

By this time, Valerie was in a doggy position and Kelsey was wetting up her gigantic dong with copious amounts of Astroglide. Valerie was still protesting that the big thing would never go in, but Kelsey offered her the assurance that, “Honey, with Astroglide, I could get a toaster in you. And, hey, it looks like Jill will have you sucking on a strap-on while I fuck you. What fun!”

With this the colossal strap-on did slowly slide into Valerie’s poor little pussy as Valerie softly whimpered.

Kelsey was expecting me to have Valerie fellate my dong, but I had a better plan. I Astroglided my dong and, taking a wide stance for stability, pressed it against Kelsey’s asshole. “Oh my!” Kelsey said with surprise, but her sphincter soon gave in and I was butt-fucking Kelsey with great vigor, relishing the fact that I was fucking my boss in the ass. Valerie, who hadn’t thought she could take such a big dong was by now having one orgasm after another. At last, she pushed Kelsey away to go into that place in her mind where girls go after a long series of strong orgasms.

I tumbled to the side taking Kelsey with me, continuing to hump her ass. It turns out that Kelsey likes being fucked in the ass as much as I do, because she was making nice little pleasure noises in rhythm with my hips.

After recovering, Valerie rejoined the fray, opening up Kelsey’s legs and two-fingering her pussy while giving oral attention to Kelsey’s majestic breasts. Kelsey finally came, and we all lay there, legs and arms akimbo, in a twisted heap.

T’was then that I heard a buzzing noise and, looking up, I saw that Valerie been rummaging in the toy pile and had fired up one of those “rabbit” vibrators that has a rotating and vibrating knobby cylinder inside the main sleeve, plus a gyrating little nib that can be used either on the clit or the asshole. Soon, it was buried in my pussy and the nib was working away on my clit.

When Kelsey had recovered her strength, she sat on my face, letting me taste her pussy. And so it went for a couple heavenly minutes. When I felt a trickle of Kelsey’s urine flooding my mouth, I came as hard as I swallowed. That piss was so unexpected and yet so perfect to the moment that it gave me a “best ever” climax.

Simultaneous with this, Valerie pulled the rabbit out and I squirted so hard that most of it ended up on the carpet, not the bed. After that, at close to 4 a.m., none of us had energy for anything but sleep.

Kelsey and I got up at 7 and dressed quietly for our class, not feeling that the angelic Valerie, arrayed on the couch, should lose any sleep just because we had our duties. And of course, when we got back to the room later in the day she was gone and the room somehow felt empty even with both of us in it.

Our class lasted two days and we went back to Mary’s Club both nights, but we determined that Valerie wasn’t working. How stupid not to have gotten her phone number or e-mail address. I didn’t even know her last name!

Oh well, I did slip her my card and she promised to give me a call if she’s ever out Ohio way.

I know how likely that is…but I can dream, can’t I?

Oh, well, a trip where I meet a blond goddess, fuck my boss in the ass, and where my boss pisses in my mouth can’t be regarded as a total waste.

And I did spend several hours in Powell’s, coming home with more than $600 in books.

This all happened a couple winters ago.Now and then I like to go into town and rent a hotel suite with a gal buddy and go out drinking and seeing a movie or play or dance performance followed by some red-hot fuck buddy sex.

My friend Cindy and I rented a suite in a downtown Cleveland hotel. Here’s a shot she took of me from the night in question:

I had just tried a new hair parlor and the girl really screwed up not only my cut but the dye job. I hate the hair in this photo, but it gives you an idea of the place we were in.

We went shopping in the mall under the Terminal Tower and had dinner down in The Flats with a view of the mouth of the Cuyahoga River at night. Then, we went to a movie in the theaters they’ve built in the Terminal Tower, and of course we gave each other frantic hand jobs, hardly paying any attention to the movie and trying not to attract too much attention from the 20 or so others in the theater, since some of them were obviously family groups.

Back out on the street, we were walking the 8 or 9 blocks back to our hotel when we spied a girl crying in the corner of a recessed doorway. Cindy grabbed my sleeve to stop me and said, “Let’s check this out. Maybe we can help.”

“What’s wrong, sweetie,” said Cindy, ever the sympathetic soul. The girl could hardly talk her weeping was so uncontrollable. She finally conveyed that her boyfriend had dumped her for her best friend and had done so right on the sidewalk next to the doorway.

“Fuck no!” I said. “How base can you get?!!!” Cindy agreed and said, “Come with us. We’ll treat you to a drink.” The girl, named Missy, was glad for any sign of kindness and sadly accepted. We walked to the lounge bar of our hotel and while Cindy and I had some Great Lakes Dortmunder, we got her a Long Island Iced Tea. Well, actually it was two of them. We were there nearly two hours, so by the time we were done, she was certainly pretty tipsy, but not toilet-hugging drunk.

She told us the long and dismal story of her relationship with this cad and we listened, empathizing with stories from our own lives of boys we’d rather forget.

By now, it was well after midnight and it turned out that he had left her downtown with an empty purse. She was a dorm student at a college way out in the far eastern burbs and while we would gladly have driven her back earlier in the day, it was too late and we were too drunk for the round trip, which would easily have taken about an hour and a half. This would have come out of time we planned to be doing some serious pussy-licking, so in the spirit of “The more the merrier,” we invited her to spend the night with us, along with a promise to drive her back to her dorm the next day.

We got to the room and after she took off her coat and jacket, we saw the bruises on her arm from where he had gripped her during their argument. Our contempt for this jerk was starting to become hatred, for Missy was a really nice, cool chick. From leaning in the doorway, she had gotten some grime on her face and one of her knees, so we suggested a shower.

Now, unlike guys, girls are pretty accustomed to disrobing in front of each other. We all stripped down to nothing in the bedroom and it was then Cindy and I discovered that underneath her pretty face with her conservative brunette flip was a curvy hourglass figure bedecked with very small (almost not there) boobs and a really well-groomed wedge of brunette pussy hair. (I love hairy pussies. Even though I shave, my own pussy goes tropical when I see a hairy one!)

This suite had an oversize glassed-in shower with not one but two showerheads, each one equipped with a girl’s best friend: a shower massage. At first we just individually showered and washed our hair using the little soap bars and teensy bottles of shampoo and conditioner thoughtfully supplied by the hotel. Funny, if a bottle of shampoo at home had such a small quantity of shampoo, it might have been tossed by now!

Before long, we were soaping and washing each other with the hotel wash cloths and having a gay old time (pun intended).

Now, I haven’t described Cindy yet, have I? She’s a professional model and is about 5′10″. Don’t picture an oversized anorexic giraffe of a girl. Cindy has hips, a great ass, and indescribably gorgeous B-cub breasts with tiny dark nickel-sized nips. For some reason (maybe overstimulation) she can lactate. She swears she’s never been preggers and certainly has never delivered a baby. I’ve read about it: it happens.

Cindy said, “You know what? I want to watch you guys masturbate with those shower massages!” I looked at Missy, who seemed both excited and frightened at the same time.

“I’ll do it,” I said looking at Cindy. “Let’s do it together.”

“I don’t know…” she said.

“Watch me,” I said. And then I unhooked the massager, started it, set the spray to full throb and applied it to my vulva. Wow! This has to be one of the most thrilling experiences a girl can have by herself.

Missy soon unhooked hers and started masturbating with me. I put my free arm around her and hugged her to my side. Soon, her head was on my shoulder and I could hear her breathing shallowly and haltingly.

By this time, Cindy was on the floor masturbating furiously by hand.

I came first and put my shower massage back up on its hook. I then turned my attention to Missy’s puffy pink nipples, licking and sucking them and pinching and rolling them in my fingers. She was obviously on the brink of a big orgasm and just needed a nudge.

Apparently Cindy, who had cum by now, noticed this and crept on hands and knees over to Missy, pushing the shower massage aside and applying her mouth in its stead. I continued to work on Missy’s nipples and in a minute or two we discovered something delightful: Missy is a screamer!

Having all orgasmed, we dried each other off, dried and brushed our hair, and retired to the gigantic bed.

We turned on the American Movie Classics channel and watched an old James Bond movie, laughing at how almost all of the Bond girls never amount to much after they appear in the movies. The exceptions could almost be counted on one hand.

Cindy is always horny, like me, and we both had the hots for Missy. We had made her somewhat happy and her feelings toward us were obviously congenial, so it was Cindy who said it out loud. “My eyes want to sleep but my pussy wants to fuck!”

“Thought you’d never ask!” I replied and did I see a devilish grin cross Missy’s face? Yes!

Missy was flat on her back between us. I got on my knees between her legs and started licking her stiff little clit. Almost immediately, loud noises of pleasure erupted from her lovely pink lips (the lips on her face, silly!). Cindy came around back and stuck her tongue deep into my asshole while finding and fingering the old G-spot.

It was all I could do to keep from cumming early on and finally i had to shake my booty to make her stop. So, Cindy crawled up started frenching Missy, who knew, I’m sure, where Cindy’s mouth had been. In her rapture, she just plain didn’t care.

I grabbed a pillow and propped it under Missy’s ass, pushing her knees up to her tits. I started in doing some serious tushy licking of my own, enjoying the delicious smell of her pussy as I did so.

Cindy’s hand pushed my head aside and using two fingers, she finger-fucked the nearly hysterical girl furiously. I wetted my “fuck you” finger and slowly penetrated Missy’s asshole until I was all the way in with only the big knuckle showing. Then I slowly and gently moved my finger in and out. Shortly, she was screaming her lungs out as she had in the shower. When we heard pounding on the wall, we laughed so hard we couldn’t breathe, and then I pounded the wall in reply.

Cindy came my way and sucked my finger, which was freshly out of Cindy’s asshole. This made me hot and I took her tongue into my mouth. That burning taste that you get from anal/oral sex made me almost orgasmic right then and there, but it wasn’t until Missy started sucking on my pussy that I had an overwhelming series of orgasms.

The next thing I knew, Missy was fingering Cindy. Now, one thing Missy didn’t know that I did is that you can fist Cindy, but Missy soon found out that she could get not just one, but two, three and then four fingers into her Cindy’s capacious cunt. Cindy told the confounded Missy, who apparently was unaware fisting was even possible, to keep going.

By now, I was relaxing on my tummy, resting my head on two hands and grinning like the Cheshire Cat at Missy’s naivete. I told Missy, “She can take you halfway up your forearm if she likes you. I know because I’ve done it to her myself.”

Just as I said, Missy’s thumb, then wrist, then forearm slipped into the by now ecstatic Cindy. This put her into another world. I can do four fingers. I’d really like to know what a whole forearm feels like. (Someday…)

I crawled over and sucked hard on one of Cindy’s breasts until I tasted her warm, sweet mother’s milk flowing into my mouth. This sensation, plus some vigorous clit play gave me another quick orgasm, and another, and another.

As Missy’s arm moved in and out, moans turned to grunts and then gasps and finally to a series of blood-curdling howls she stifled as best she could by putting her hand over her mouth.

Even so…more pounding on the wall. This time we didn’t pound back.

When Missy slowly extracted her arm, Cindy expelled a small flood of fluids.

Cindy and I looked at each other and giggled. I then told the embarrassed Cindy, “You’re sleeping on the wet spot.”

In the morning we treated Missy to a hearty breakfast and drove her back to her dorm.

Later, when I told Erik about my weekend adventure, he laughed and said, “Let’s have her for dinner sometime.”

But that’s another story.

The following happened late last September.

Erik and I are not the kind of people who fraternize with neighbors quite a bit, but there is an older couple, Arthur and Golda, who have gone out of their way to be neighborly. They are precious for being very traditional and in no way would the husband ever make a pass at me. They are too old for either of them to be physically attractive, so when we visit with them, it is certainly “safe” for them as well as for us.

Now, we found out a while ago that they were sponsoring an exchange student. In fact, I went to Cleveland Hopkins Airport with them as they met their student, who turned out to be a Brazilian girl of about twenty; named Astrud.

She is a lovely, short, brown-skinned girl who was wearing a large hat, a red print dress with a bold floral pattern much like a Hawaiian shirt, and platform shoes. Her lovely round face was framed flowing cascades of black hair that she let fall over the front and back of her shoulders.

We all stopped at a restaurant on the long trek back home because she had not eaten anything other than peanuts and cookies for quite a while and Arthur popped for a mid-afternoon lunch. Apparently fulfilling some sort of wish on a mental checklist she was keeping, she ordered what she called an “American cheeseburger” and ate it down like a wild dog devouring a gazelle before the lions or hyenas could come along and take it away.

She is a smart girl with a musical voice and a talent for making charming mistakes in English such as “please send me the salt” or “I go hit the homework now.” Of course, I had the hots for her the first time I laid eyes on her, so when Arthur and Golda had to go to Florida to attend a funeral, I almost wet my pants as I volunteered to host her for a few days and watch Golda’s precious house plant collection.

Golda gave me the keys to their place along with instructions for watering plants and feeding their cat and off they went.

I could see right away that Astrud was delighted to have a companion closer to her own age and was ready to have some fun, and naturally I was quite happy to oblige. I proposed that we go to a local mall, have dinner at a nice Thai restaurant I like, followed by a movie and then an evening of clubbing. Since it was a Friday, we could stay out quite late without either of us having to worry about getting up early in the morning.

Observing Astrud in a mall is like watching a child in a candy shop. Apparently her family is quite wealthy (they are part owners of a shipping company) and she seemingly could buy anything she wanted to buy, either for herself or for me. Thus, I steered her to the Victoria’s Secret store, not just in hopes of stocking up on lingerie but also in hopes of sharing a changing room with this little dark-skinned goddess.

And so it was, I found myself with a particularly sexy midnight blue bra and panties set and a full-length sheer white nightie I’ve been eyeing for months. She picked out so many bras, teddies, bustiers, slips, nighties, silk blouses, and so on that the salesgirl wouldn’t let her take them all into the changing room.

As we disrobed, I got my first look at this girl’s body, which is so typically Brazilian. She had an exaggerated hourglass figure with a small waist and noticeable hips. Her legs were both slender and shapely. Her bust was fabulous with breasts each the size and shape of a halved grapefruit. She had a thick “landing strip” of pubic hair as well.

She was looking at me as well and commented in her halting way that natural redheads are rare in Sao Paulo, where she grew up, and that girls with skin as fair as mine were not common, either. I leveled with her that girls as sexy as her don’t grow on trees in the United States, either.

As she looked at herself in the mirror to assess one of the slips she had bought, I came up behind her and put my hands around her waist. As I did so, she pushed her butt into my crotch and rubbed it side to side against my mons making my clit throb with delight. She then took my hands and put them over her breasts. I cupped them gently at first, then pinching her nipples sternly until I heard a small groan of delight.

“This, I think,” she said, “is going to be a very nice day.” “I think so, too,” I agreed.

Parting her hair and kissing her on the shoulder by her neck, I suggested that we had better get going if we wanted time for a nice dinner before the movie.

I took her to a Jewish deli and introduced her to the delights of the corned beef sandwich. She said they had corned beef in Brazil, too, but that our corned beef was much more tender and that the thought of putting it in rye bread with mustard and blazing hot horseradish made it so much the better.

We stopped at a creamery and desserted on ice cream before driving to a multiplex and settling on a political thriller from an Eastern Bloc country. The point wasn’t to find an interesting movie but quite the opposite: to end up in a theater as close to empty as possible so that we could make out.

As it turned out, we had chosen well because we were alone. Before the opening credits even started, we were Frenching like crazy with hands going every which way and beyond. She was driving me absolutely crazy.

We necked and petted for at least an hour before I decided to go all in and unwrap my wrap skirt. I laid it tidily over on the next seat and then removed my panties and put them on top.

I stepped over her legs facing her so that she couldn’t possibly see the screen any longer (not that she had been). I kept my legs apart as an invitation. Her hands rubbed my thighs and tummy and reached up into my top, where she massaged my nipples for a few moments before scooting forward in her seat to lick my tummy.

Then I dropped back, putting my hands on the armrests of the seat in the next row. At the same time, I put my feet up on the arms of her seat so that I was pretty much laying back with my feet well apart. She accepted the invitation and was soon licking me out in a decidedly expert way. For Christ’s sake! I was having an orgasm within a minute, then another and another.

It was then that I noticed three men who had entered the theater without being noticed and had been watching everything with interest. From the sounds they were making, I could tell they were speaking in Russian or some other Eastern European language. From the subtle motions they were making, it was obvious they were all fondling their cocks.

As soon as they realized I’d noticed them, first one and then the others stood to attention with their big cocks sticking out in front of them.

Astrud and I changed places after she removed her shorts and panties and I let her make the discovery of the observers on her own, and to my delight she was just as thrilled as I was to see them there.

I brought her to orgasm a few times.

By now the men had moved closer and were quite nearby. Near enough for me to grab the nearest cock and start teasing it with my tongue. Astrud was already blowing one guy and jacking off the other. Her technique was vigorous, almost angry, but it was also effective because the guy she was sucking came all over her cheek in a few minutes. She then got to work on the other one, letting him cum in her mouth.

My guy came at almost the same time, while I was deep throating him. I swallowed the load and thanked the guys for the use of their cocks. Astrud and I wiped off our faces with our hands, rubbing the juices into the skin of our tummies and thighs. We dressed and bid the boys farewell. They wanted to follow but I waved them off in no uncertain terms. Astrud and I were not looking for relationships.

We left and went to a club for a while, dancing both fast and slow dances together, refusing anyone who wanted to cut in.

We went home to find Erik waiting, a bit worried at why I was out so late. At first he was miffed, but not when both Astrud and I got into bed with him.

That was a glorious night full of all kinds of tender and raucus sex, and Erik quickly forgot his anger.

In a nearby city, there was a carnival last weekend. One of those church-sponsored things where the money goes to help with the upkeep of the church and its charitable activities.

Erik and I decided to go last Friday because this carnival was in support of an Italian church and we both love Italian food, so we could expect some delicious Italian delights like pizza, ravioli, lasagna, calamari, teramizu and spumoni gelati.

We wandered the booths at first, where Erik won me a stuffed bear in a shooting gallery and I dunked the parish priest with my dazzling basketball accuracy (sheer luck, I assure you).

The food tent took up half the church’s parking lot (the half not occupied by the carnival), and since we were there at a rather odd hour, about 4:30 in the afternoon, the tent wasn’t even half full, although all the food was at the ready.

We walked up and down the tables and were immediately disappointed to realize that there was no way we could even sample it all. There was just too much. So, we made some difficult choices and had a delicious meal. Erik concentrated on his favorite, deep fried calamari which he had with a huge portion of Caesar salad and a side of lasagna. I had a spaghetti/ravioli combo platter with an Italian bean salad. We washed this down with a couple glasses of pinot grigio for him and chianti for me.

Then we went to the stage and enjoyed some music and dancing for about two hours.

I wanted to do the ferris wheel and a couple other rides while we were there, so Erik bought us some tickets and we rode the ferris wheel twice. We tried a few more rides, ending with the merry-go-round.

Calling it a day, we headed for the car which…would…not…start. Erik is pretty handy with cars, but cars have become so complicated and computerized and despite his valiant efforts of nearly an hour (with my assistance), he failed to get it started.

I had my cell phone with me, so I started calling our friends, finally discovering that no one who wasn’t on vacation or going out of town for the weekend was available to pick us up to bring us home.

We decided to spend some more time riding the rides and drinking wine before trying again with some of the friends we’d been unable to reach.

It was on the merry-go-round that Erik began to bring my attention to the young Italian woman who had taken over the ride. About 5 feet 5 inches tall with a lush head of wavy brown hair, she was noticing us as well.

Dressed in a blouse she had tied below her boobs, exposing her belly button, and tight-fitting short shorts, there was little doubt she had a fabulous body. After a few rides, we got off and wandered her way, chatting her up while she operated the machinery.

I got a closer look at her as we did so. She had gorgeous deeply-tanned skin, shapely legs, and an ass that would stop traffic in any country not populated by blind men. She turned out to be a very bright college girl home for the summer from a nursing program. She was a temporary hire by the carnie company which hired locals wherever they set up.

She lived in the heart of the Italian neighborhood in a small apartment over a bakery. The bakery and the apartment were owned by her first generation parents, who presently were back in Sicily visiting their family.

Upon hearing of our plight, she invited us to spend the night at her place, which actually helped quite a bit, because the car dealership was not far away from the church and we would have had to wrangle another ride back to get our car into the shop.

This also worked well for two other reasons. Neither Erik nor I had to be at work on Saturday and both of us wanted bang the shit out of this girl, and there was every indication she had some shit she wanted banged out of her as well!

At 11 p.m., the carnival closed and she walked us about fifteen blocks to her building. We walked up some steep stairs and found ourselves into an apartment that was decorated to the tastes of a middle-aged Italian couple whose minds had never really left The Old Country.

She waved us over to a plush couch and switched on the TV. We talked some more and before we knew it, Jay Leno was over and Conan was starting.

She had been sitting between us, and I made the first move, putting my hand on her leg with my fingers well down on her thigh and up close and personal with her pussy. She looked at me and smiled with that smile that acknowledges that you’ve done the right thing.

While her head was turned, Erik pushed her hair aside and started kissing her neck. She rolled her head onto his cheek in appreciation. Meanwhile, my hands had moved to unbutton her shorts.

As I did this, she started untying the knot in her blouse, and when I stood up to help her peel off her shorts, she finally opened up her top revealing two of the most beautiful puffy-nipped mounds I’ve ever seen, framed in rather extreme tan lines.

Erik and I disrobed at the same time, and before I could do anything she was devouring his cock as though doing so could give her eternal life. So, I decided to work on those nipples. I sat on the couch behind her and alternated between cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples in my fingers.

Erik dropped to the carpeted floor on his back and she dropped down onto her elbows and knees between his legs, continuing to suck. This allowed me to see how far up her asshole I could stick my tongue. The burning sensation of her anus on my tongue made my pussy become suddenly wet. I could feel pussy juice running down my leg.

She sat on him in cowgirl position, so I sat on his face and kissed her at the same time. She was a fantastic kisser and between kissing and the workout Erik was giving my clit, I gushed all over his forehead and hair, after which I rolled up in a little ball to recover.

Soon, the girl’s motions became much more vigorous and she came in a series of earsplitting screams, after which she fell off to one side on the floor.

Not giving her a respite, I was on top of her with my face between her legs, fiercely licking her pussy and clit and pressing a finger deep into her still-wet asshole. Again and again she orgasmed.

Before I knew it, I could feel Erik’s tongue into my anus. This was followed by the careful intrusion of his large cock.

He was pumping my ass and fingering my clit while I was licking her pussy and fingering her butt. This went on for a few minutes, and so eventually the inevitable happened, although it didn’t happen in an inevitable way.

Perhaps she started cumming first, setting both Erik and me off, but as it turned out, we had a three-person simultaneous orgasm, made all the more thrilling by her unearthly shrieking. (My God! Doesn’t she have neighbors?)

We all fell asleep on the floor for at least an hour, after which she got up and fixed up the couch with some sheets and a giant pillow, where Erik and I spent the night.

In the morning, she prepared a delicious omelet stuffed with crumbled Italian sausage, green peppers, onions, sun dried tomatoes, and parmesan cheese, which were served up with delicious homemade espresso and Italian bread slices with sweet butter and thick cherry jam.

She explained that she was going back to her West Coast college town on Monday and thanked us for giving her a good send-off. We replied in kind and bid her farewell.

By mid-afternoon, our car problem was fixed and we were on the way back home to do housework and buy some plants for our window boxes.

That night we had an especially good fuck.

Last weekend I took off Friday evening and drove up to Detroit where a high school friend of mine is going to school. Gina is very pretty but so, so tiny. She’s barely five feet tall and cute in the way only very small girls can be. Short red hair in a pixie hairdo, and teeny-tiny boobs. I love the hell out of her. I can’t remember if she was my first girl, but she was certainly one of them. Here’s a photo of us together from 2 or 3 years ago:

Anyway, I called her up last week and proposed we get together. She told me to come on up and not not bring Erik, but she wouldn’t tell me why.

She’s up there going to Wayne State in a pre-med program leading to a degree in nursing. She’s a very bright girl.

It took me a little while to find her (never been to Detroit before, just Ann Arbor), but when I got there, she was so glad to see me, we hugged and hugged. She’s so small she almost felt like a child in my arms. In fact, I’ve seen 14 year old chicks much bigger.

We drank some white wine for a couple hours and went to bed. The next day, we went to a mall (ahh…just like the old days) and a small craft fair, where I bought some candles for myself and a new wallet for Erick. Then, we had dinner at a nearby church that was having a small festival with everything from hamburgers and hot dogs to carnival games and rides.

We got back to her apartment by 8 p.m. It was then I asked her something that had been rolling around in my mind.

“Gina,” I asked, “you’re attending school full time and yet you have a very nice apartment with new furniture. You have a large wide-screen hi-def TV with surround sound. You spent money today like it was going out of style. I don’t mean to pry, but I went to college, too, and I couldn’t live like this. On top of that, I know your family and they do okay, but they don’t live anything like this. Did you win the lottery or something?”

She laughed and asked me to guess how she does it. My mind was a blank. I had no idea.

“I’m doing escorting,” she said. Even though she has always been a libertine like me, and even though we had some great sexual adventures together, this was a totally unexpected surprise.

She explained that she was an independent who advertised in a weekly “alternative” paper in the Detroit area. Additionally, if you knew where to look for such things, you could find several ads for her on the Internet, with her face blurred just in case someone she knew was looking.

Apparently, she specializes in high end clientele. CEO’s, high-level executives, rich entrepreneurs, even old money. But her favorite customer, she said, was Ray, who owned a small airline that specialized in running business executives around so that they could easily leave Detroit in the early morning for a meeting in New York or St. Louis, or even Seattle or Los Angeles and be home pretty much the same day, traveling in a way that allowed them to do business while flying.

She said he was a good-looking guy and a big spender. Single (she’d been to his house and had verified this), he liked no-strings sex on the one hand, but on the other hand did like a relationship with his lover that felt like having a girlfriend. She said that in fact they had become close friends and had been known to get together not for sex on occasion.

“The reason I asked you up this weekend, Jill, is because he’s interested in doing some two-girl, so I thought of you. Interested?” I was almost surprised at my hesitation, because I’m known for having sex with people rather impulsively.

Then she added, “You’ll go home with $1000 more than you came with, if that helps.” “A thousand dollars! Hmmm… Okay, I’m in! How does this work?”

“At 10 p.m. or so, a chauffeured limo will arrive and we’ll be driven to his home. He lives in a penthouse apartment about 25 or 30 stories up. Let’s get ready now. By the way…this will not be a quickie. We’ll be there overnight and will probably come home about noon tomorrow.”

We went back to her master bedroom and took a shower together, lathering each other with her expensive soap and shampoo, and of course going down on each other in turns, just as we had done back in our last year of high school.

We dried our hair, applied deodorant and make-up, and put on nice summery clothes. She said he doesn’t like girls coming into his building to visit him looking slutty. We wore short skirts, but what attractive young women don’t anymore? She packed her things in a white tennis bag and I packed mine in a pink day pack I had brought along.

At around 10 p.m., a white stretch pulled out front and we went out, getting into the back. I had half expected Ray to be there, but he was not, and so we chit-chatted on the way into town, but my mind wasn’t really on it as I thought about the fact that for the first time in my life I was going to be engaging in an actual act of prostitution. What fun!”

At last we arrived at his building. The limo drove down into the parking area and let us get out by some elevators. We called the elevator and after it arrived, we got in. It was a very posh affair with mirrors and wood. Gina used a card key Ray had given her to select the penthouse. She explained that it would go directly up to the penthouse and would not stop on any other floor, even if someone was waiting.

We walked into his apartment which was very tastefully appointed. Nothing was extravagant or gaudy, but you could tell that everything was well-constructed and real. The furniture was modern and in some cases actually futuristic in style. He had a love of sparseness, too, because part of what impressed me was the absolute lack of clutter. In fact, I was reminded of the drug dealer homes one sees in the Miami Vice reruns.

Gina dropped her bag next to the couch and so I did the same. She then grabbed my hand saying “Follow me!” She tugged on me until I was running with her down a hall which led outdoors to an incredible swimming pool with two diving boards (one small, one tall). She fairly ripped off her top, saying “Get naked! House rules!” and soon she was running and diving into the pool, with me not far behind.

When I bobbed up next to her, I asked “Where’s Ray?” “Oh, he’s around somewhere. He knows were here. He may be on the phone or online. He may even be out, but believe me, he’ll be here.”

We swam a bit longer and then I got out of the pool and it really hit me where we were: I walked up to a brick wall and looked over it. People and cars down below looked like ants and beetles. All around us were office buildings and other tall residential apartments, but we were the tallest building in the area, the only taller ones being several blocks away. I could see both a large body of water which Gina identified from the pool as Lake St. Clair.

The deck was huge and had room on it for shuffleboard and about a dozen tables awnings. It was covered with tile, not just concrete. The tile was the same color as red bricks and was rough and textures to prevent slipping.

Gina got out of the pool, dried off, and we went into the kitchen still naked and made ourselves a pitcher of margarita. We salted some large margarita glasses, sat on stools at the counter, and started drinking.

Ray knows how to time things, I guess, because I was just getting a little buzz on when he appeared in the kitchen. Gina ran up to him and hugged him tightly, pressing her cheek against his chest and closing her eyes. Then she looked first at him and then me saying, “…and this is Jill, my friend from back in Ohio.”

“Well, Gina certainly didn’t exaggerate. You are just as beautiful as she said you’d be.”

“She’s in,” Gina said. “Cool!” he said with widened eyes.

Before I go on, let me describe him. He’s almost a dead ringer for Josh Lucas only blonder hair and a bit more muscular. He was wearing a blue and white Hawaiian-style shirt, beige clamdiggers, and flip-flops. I wanted to blow him the moment I saw him. He was gorgeous. I felt like a kid in a candy shop.

We had another martini and in the same period he had two, so here it was midnight and we were all buzzing like crazy. Or I was anyway…he seemed fairly impervious.

A moment came when he slid off his stool and took one of us in each hand.

“Shall we?” he asked, looking first at Gina and then at me. One thing I really respected about him was the way he let it be known that Gina was very much first in his mind. He absolutely wouldn’t let this situation become threatening to her, which didn’t bother me a bit. Under my rules with Erik, I couldn’t fuck him more than once anyway, and I’d totally lose respect for him if he cast Gina off like an old shoe for the evening to pay more attention to me. And Gina being my friend, I couldn’t and wouldn’t stand for that.

Of course, we were still nude, so we hopped onto the very large bed in this bedroom with a floor-to-ceiling window. Everything that could be white was white. The sheets and pillow cases, were the whitest satin I’ve ever seen.

He unhurriedly disrobed, neatly laying his clothing on a chair with his back to us. When he turned around I could see how lucky Gina had it. He paid her fuck him! He had the body of a god, muscles but without being overly-muscled, a light sprinkling of blonde hair springing out of his tanned hide.

His penis was, well, large. Gina saw me looking and said “Oh, it gets bigger!” He climbed in between us, laying on his back. We took turns slurping on his cock and she was right: it got bigger. In fact, I started being afraid it wouldn’t stop getting bigger! When it finally did, I’d guess it was about a foot long and about as big around as my mid-forearm. A “Superschwanz” as my German uncle Gerhardt would have said, God rest his soul.

Poor little Gina’s jaw was getting sore from making it so wide for so long, so I offered him 69 and he accepted. Taking him as deep as I could, which still left enough cock to fill my fist.

Gina wasn’t taking a vacation, though, and soon I felt her warm wet tongue exploring my vulva and asshole. Soon an orgasm snuck up on me, but I kept going and had a few more. Then I rolled off him, Gina sat on his cock facing him and worked her tummy and hips around in a gyration. I could tell this drove him nuts. Then she laid on top of him in the upside-down (girl on top) missionary position. Periodically, she’d let me stop her so I could pull his cock out and suck her delicious pussy juice off it before sticking it back in her eagerly awaiting vagina.

Then he rolled on top of her and fucked her so hard she looked like a rag doll. If I hadn’t been able to see the wide-mouthed joy on her cute little face, I’d have worried that she was being torn asunder. In a couple minutes, she had a screaming orgasm and when he rolled off her, she rolled and fell off the bed, laughing when she hit the floor.

He took me in his arms from behind in the classic spoon position. I whispered “You can fuck my ass if you want.” “I want,” he said. Retrieving a bottle of lube from the bedstand, he was soon greasing up my behind with one finger, then two, then three, and then…it was his cock. A thrill went through me as he entered my anus nice and gently, pumping at first slowly and then with increasing speed and vigor. As everyone knows, I love to be fucked in the ass, but I’d never taken such a big cock before and at first it was a bit painful in that “It hurts so good” way.

As I usually do, I masturbated while this was going on.

After a couple minutes, he rolled onto his back taking me with him, my back against his belly, my head laying on his shoulder. Soon, Gina was between my legs. She pushed my hand aside and started doing a little tongue dance on my clit, alternating from time to time between that and caressing my labia. I was in just about going out of my mind when I orgasmed and filled Gina’s mouth with my girl-cum. She spat it onto my tummy and then went in for more. The second orgasm was even more intense and much wetter. I rolled off him.

I was out of breath, covered with sweat, and I’m sure as red as a lobster as I asked Gina jokingly “Doesn’t this guy ever cum?”

“Sure he does,” she said adding, “He’s just good at holding himself back until the grand finale. It goes like this…”

She took the bottle of lube and lubed his cock up. Then she jacked him off slowly at first, but more vigorously. I watched how expertly she handled this huge cock which obviously had become her friend.

“Do you want to finish the job?” she asked. “After all, you’re the guest!”

“Sure,” I said as I took over. Then I gave him the handjob of a lifetime. He closed his eyes nd I enjoyed seeing the expressions on his face as he came closer to cumming.

“Let him cum in your mouth,” she said.

This was no problem. I like the taste of jizz anyway. What I wasn’t prepared for was the sheer volume of the white stuff this guy could pump out. I thought if I had to take any more my cheeks might burst, but at last he was done.

“Snowball!” she said, so I started moving in her direction. But she furrowed her brows and said, “Not with me, silly, with him! It’s what he likes!”

So, I crept up to his face, laying on his chest. He opened his mouth wide, and I slowly let his cum drip into his mouth. When it was all there, I closed my mouth and he swallowed, which was followed by a satisfied grin.

After some kissing and hugging and other appreciations, we all went to sleep. The next morning, when Gina and I got up there was a note explaining that he had to stand in for a pilot who had fallen ill. He said he’d had a very good time and would love to do it again sometime.

There were also two little stacks of ten $100 bills, one for each of us.

On the way back to Gina’s place, I explained to her why there wouldn’t be another time, due to my pact with Erik, and she got sullen for a little while, but gradually accepted that that’s the way it’d have to be.

By the time we reached her place, there was only enough time for me to pack and tell her that she was invited to back home anytime and stay with Erik and me for a few nights. “I know Erik would love to meet you,” I said, “and while you won’t make any money Erik is a good lay!”

She gave me a hug and said, “I’m sure he is, but if I come down I’ll be coming down to fuck you, sweetie. He’d just be a bonus.”

With that, I took off and hit the road. I was still very sexed up from the night before. When Erik and I went to bed, I told him everything as I played with his cock.

Monday, I went to work with barely three hours of sleep.