Numerous Short Sexual Encounters, by Mariel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo■altmamř ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Numerous Short Sexual Encounters, by Mariel1.) The Outrageous Group Photo-Shoot with Gratuitous SexYoung and beautiful, sexy and desirous, drunk and easy, were term that would have aptly described how I felt that day and night.Friends from another time, when we were just outrageous girls, teasing old Bob, who was the only sex symbol in our youthful lives.We had all given Bob a wank at some time or another, but that was rite of passage, and when it was my turn, I gave him a blow job as well, for good measure, not because he asked me, no I wanted to do it, I wanted to feel a man’s cock in my mouth when he blew his wad, so Bob got scalp and I got my load to swallow.When the email came in about a reunion, I was excited, then panicked, like all reunions it was going to be about who had been successful, and so on, especially since some of my friends were well known in the media and famous actresses.But it was not all about what I assumed it would be about, no, the thing that was most poignant about that evening, was the group photo I was looking at, the serenity of my facial expression, of my dearest friend in front of me, and her husband standing directly behind me, and my younger sister standing alongside me, to my left, yes we were all nude, an impulsive action by all twenty-four persons, twelve men and women, but one had a cock inside her when the photo was taken, and the look on my face said who, but who else knew of this infidelity and gratuitous act of sexual depravity. We were all drunk when the call went out for a group photo to commemorate our first izmir escort meeting since school, almost two decades had passed, and we were just as outrageous now as we were back then.We bunched together with much screaming, shouting and giggling, and people falling into one another, and some hands having a quick grope, with no complaints.Then some girls tore off their tops and pulled men between their ample breasts, much to the cheering and encouragement of others, even though some shouting saw their husbands face buried in the cleavage of old rivals.’Everyone naked’, someone shouted, and as we undressed, we threw everything into a pile at the end of the room, searching for a pair of knickers was going to be a pointless task, and somehow, I began to suspect that was the whole point of it all.As we bunched in close together there was a different feeling, now sweaty bodies were responding to being crushed against other sweaty bodies, I could feel hands on me in an intimate part, and what they felt in return, told them I was in a kind of mood that would require a man’s attention. The photographer was pissed and he had an erection, which set the mood for the group now groping each other like naughty c***dren.I could feel his erection tantalisingly brushing the cheeks of my ass, and I moved around, I was trying to guide him home, he felt big, and I wanted him inside me, so I bent forward and wrapped my arms around my closest friend’s neck, Claudia, ‘I love you darling’, I whispered drunkenly into her ear, as she screamed and held me tightly.I knew my sister escort izmir was alongside me, the heat from her naked body felt all too familiar, but it was her hand that was on my posterior, not that she was gay, bi, or i****tuous, no, my canny sister sensed my need, she had grabbed the erection and was guiding him into my wet hole, and when his balls smacked my buttocks, she did also, and her breasted crushed on my back as she lent forward and screamed, ‘The eagle has landed’.I started to squeeze and fuck this monster cock, my breaths coming in short spurts, ‘Easy girl’, said Claudia, ‘let him finish you first’, and as she spoke sweetly, I could feel him cumming, and the cry go up of ‘Cheese, everybody smile’.I looked again at the photo, I was not smiling, I was cumming, my orgasm was caught in a 1/60th of a second, and Claudia’s husband behind me, was sort off smiling, as was Claudia, it was as if she knew, her kiss and thank you after we all disengaged, more or less told me so, thankfully no baby was conceived that night, but looking back and remembering his fuck, I wonder why not.2. )I watched daddy’s Masseur touch his cock and more I always went to the local baths with my father, when I was a girl. I would go into the men’s dressing rooms and watch the men undressing to get into their bathing costumes, and they would let me look at their cocks.Each time they did it, daddy was never watching me or them, and sometimes some men would be hard for me, wanking themselves as I watched.Daddy would undress me and after the swimming, take me into the izmir escort bayan shower room and watch the men as they looked at my nudity.One man was soaping himself and was covered in soap and right in front of me and daddy asked my age, and as he told him, he started to wash his cock, only he was more stroking it than washing it, and daddy laughed, ‘You will be giving her ideas’, he remarked, and I smiled too.’Really, the man said, and bent down and picked me up. As he did so, daddy walked to the shower room entrance and said, ‘Hurry up, I’ll keep watch’, and he did, while the man did things to me, and washed me clean when he had finished. I went back to the cubical where my clothes were and the same man came back and gave him money, then instead of getting dressed and going home, we went into massage area, where I sat and daddy lay down on the table and a big and rather fat man gave him a massage.Daddy had a towel around his midriff but I could see that the man was touching daddy under the towel, while he spoke about me, I was still nude all the time.Of course I can put two and two together now and put the right words to describe what was happening to me and what my father sexual oddities were and where his sexual deviancies lay with respect to his rather ignorant daughter, making ready cash on those Sunday swim lessons.Our local baths has long since gone along with all the high ranking perverts who enjoyed the daughters of men willing to sell them for a moments lusting.When my father passed on, I continued going to the baths as a teenager, of course no longer allowed into the gents changing rooms, but the massage areas, where the big Turkish man who had wanked daddy, allowed me to do the same to men wanting girls to jack them off, must have done hundreds.All comments welcum.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo■altmamř ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *