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It was one of the finest country homes Jules had ever seen. “Fine,” she gasped, “It’s all beautiful, but we were living near the best swinger’s club ever. You know, the one where we met?”
“Sure, Bobby’s Basement is a brilliant club,” Steve replied. “However to advance in the Paramedics I have to do time at a country posting. You know that.” He opened the sliding glass doors leading to the rear patio. “Come here and smell this air,” he said stepping out into the fading light of the afternoon.
Jules followed him out, she’d been following him since they met at the club. There had been many men in her life, they had said how beautiful she was and brought her expensive gifts. Steve talked to her and showed an interest in her life. That is all she really wanted from anyone and that’s what made him special.
Her eyes adjusting to the dimming light, she could see Steve leaning against the balcony with his hand outstretched invitingly. She stepped in close and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders like a scarf warding off the cold. “When we met do you remember what I was doing?”
A wicked smile shot across her face, “You were the main player of Bobby’s How Many Can I Do Game.”
“Right and who holds the record for that particular game?”
“You do my love,” she replied with wicked glee.
“Right again,” Steve said playfully slapping her arse.
“Assault is an indictable offence,” boomed a trained commanding voice. Mark stood near the sliding door, his muscular frame bulging in the Police uniform.
The three embraced comfortably with a relaxed familiarity. Steve stepped back still holding the shoulder of his long-time friend. Mark with one arm around Jules reached out to reciprocate his friend’s gesture. “Jenny can’t wait to see you both,” he said earnestly.
Jules stepped back to Steve’s side, playfully slapping his shoulder. “You never told me that Mark and Jenny were here.”
Steve smiled back, “There is lots more in stall for you.”
“I have to go,” Mark interrupted. “I have a few things to do before knocking off. I was just making sure that you had made it in all right and I would see you at the Tavern tonight.” He spun on the ball of his foot, with a parting wave over the shoulder, he was gone as quietly and smoothly as he arrived.
“So what’s this about a tavern?” Jules asked showing a growing enthusiasm for the country lifestyle.
“Ahh, the Silk Torn Tavern is famous around here. You’re going to love it,” Steve said with a boyish smile that hid his intelligence.
“Well, we’ll have to have a shower first,” she added with a raised eye brow.
Earlier in life Jules was a stripper and had learnt many ways of enticing and corrupting men. She turned away from Steve pulling the floral design sundress over her head. Throwing it over her shoulder she watched Steve’s eyes as they followed the dress down to her naturally beautiful arse. “Last one in, goes down first,” she giggled disappearing at the end of the hall.
Steve entered the bathroom removing the remnants of his clothing. Jules was already in the shower, water coursing down her delicate teenaged sized body. The end of her mousy brown hair teased her delicate nipples hard. She had one leg cocked up on a tap and was rolling her clit under her finger. He didn’t comment on her beauty, he slotted in under her and thrust his face into her pretty shaved pussy. Flicking his tongue in and out of her dripping hole, her fleshy lips rubbing against his cheeks. He could feel Jules building, her finger rubbing becoming more insistent. Reaching up he slid a single finger in her arse. She rocked as the orgasm erupted inside her, waves of pleasure spasmed through her body. Jules grabbed the back of Steve’s head holding the pressure against herself insuring the last ebbs of the orgasm. After she finished rocking she put her foot down and helped Steve to his feet.
“Mmm my turn,” she said sinking to the shower floor. Holding onto the shaft Jules took the head into her mouth rolling her tongue around it. She swallowed his enlarged cock to the balls, repeatedly throwing her face against him with an unquenching thirst. Steve moaned, the enjoyment was all absorbing. “Oh, I’m going to cum,” he gasped trying to pull out of her mouth. Jules swung her arm around his back pulling his cock further down her throat. Stream after stream unloaded inside her throat. She swallowed past Steve’s pulsating cock, finally releasing her grip. Steve watch himself as he pulled clear of her mouth. She swallowed the last droplets of his cum smiling up at him. Steve pulled her up to his arms and they held for a moment before finishing their preparations for an evening out.
When they arrived at the country tavern Mark and Jenny were already seated amongst a group of strangers. Jules and Jenny wrapped each other up in a loving embrace. Jenny reached out and pulled Steve into the affectionate display. Mark not known for his patience called the group to order. “Righto, I’d tell youse to get a room but let’s do the introductions first,” he said. The three untangled and Jenny stepped back.
“Of course,” she said a little embarrassed, “Sorry, I have been hogging the newbies. We’re close and I haven’t seen them for a while.”
“Yeah, yeah, we get that,” Mark butted in again. “Everyone this is Steve and Julie Borg. Jules for short.” The two newcomers were separated from the group, exhibited like prized trophies. With an open hand Mark pointed to a slender couple slightly older than the rest. “This is Renaud and Diane Adams, Ren and Di. They are the local shopkeepers. And this,” panning his hand across to the last two in the group. “Is David and Patricia Sorsen, Davo and Pat. They are the owners of this fine establishment.”
The group sat together eating, drinking and getting to know each other. Ren and Di had come from the Old Country and had been running various shops since immigrating. Davo’s father was a country publican and Davo just followed suit. Besides pubs had been good to him, it was behind a bar that he met Pat and fell in love. Jules remarked how open and talkative everyone was. She had been told that country folk kept to themselves.
“That’s what we want the townies to think,” Pat replied. “But once you’re in the fold it’s all fun and fairy tales.”
“Talking about fairy tales,” Mark’s impatience leading the group. “I think it is about time to take these two upstairs.”
Smiles broke out like a smiling contest had begun. Jules slightly confused turned to Steve for understanding. His gapping smile quickly leading her to the notion that a conspiracy was unfolding before her.
“I’m not sure what you are all up to, but I want you to know I am corruptible and I’m nearly always up for it,” Jules said adjusting her strapless dress revealing a Scorpio tattoo on her right breast. “I’m a Scorpio, when I get to hell it is going to burn a bit hotter,” she said proudly.
“Fuck this,” Mark spat out, picking Jules up around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. His bicep digging into her hip as he held her tightly. Storming past Jenny, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her along pounding a path towards the stairway. Mark bounded up the stairs two at a time with effortless strength. Jenny bounced on her feet up the stairs behind him like a ball in a sock and Jules slapped against his back like a wet sack, both giggling joyously all the way.
Mark’s frontal attack and hasty retreat had left the remainder of the group to sort themselves out. Pat held out her chubby hand towards Steve beckoning him. Pat was an average woman, though somewhat heavier than some, she carried it well with a confidence born from working behind a public bar. Steve being new to the group was feeling a little lost and was happy for the invitation.
Ren watched the two go, he’d had the hots for Pat’s roly poly body since he and Di brought the shop. Di looked at him with a knowing grin and nodded her head towards the direction that Pat had gone. Ren gave her a wink as he passed her on his way up the stairs.
The years had been stealing Di’s confidence, birthday by birthday. “Looks like you are left with the dregs again,” she said turning to Davo.
“You are not dregs,” Davo chastising her. “You are a beautiful and stately woman and I was waiting around to see where you were going,” he said softly putting his arm around her as they followed the others upstairs.
The pair looked a bit of a mismatch, Davo was a short stout fellow and a head shorter than Di. However, he had enjoyed her slender body and slow curves for as long as Ren had admired Pat. The entire sordid affair was in actual fact a match of lust and fleshy pleasures, where each fulfilled their desires without the restraints or judgements of a morale society.
Mark turned into the hall at the top of the stairs entering the first available room. He let go of Jenny’s wrist allowing her to strip. Jules kicked off her shoes and pulled her strapless dress to her feet, walking on the spot walked out of her dress. As she did she unbuckled, unclipped and unzipped Mark’s heavy jeans. His solid cock dropped from his pants like a mighty oak just felled. Jules grabbed it with both hands and put the engorged head in her mouth. Rubbing her tongue around the base of the head she sucked on it, causing it to get even harder.
“Oh God,” Mark groaned. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he threw Jules onto the four post bed in the middle of the little room. Stroking his shaft, Jules gummed hungrily at the swollen knob caressing it with her tongue. Jenny had buried her face in Jules wet crotch and was licking her from arsehole to clit in a repetitive motion. Each time Jenny’s tongue flicked over Jules clit a small flood surged from Jules. The moisture flowing down between the cheeks of her arse like droplets of water between two rounded white rocks. Jenny slid three fingers into the soaking hole, Jules moaned around Mark’s cock.
“Come on baby,” he said to Jenny. “How about a swap? She sounds ready.” Jenny looked up at her pleading husband’s face, she nodded and moved to the side. Licking the remnants of Jules from her sticky fingers she watched as the two fuck beside her. Mark rammed his cock in, the heavy pounding rocking the entire bed. Though Mark’s huge member stretched Jules to the very limits of her sexual organs, she rocked back with the same ferocity. Her expression a confusion of pleasure and pain, an evil ecstasy that disturbs the depths of her soul.
Jules arched her back more and more with every explosive thrust. Mark hooked his fingers over her child sized shoulders and pushed himself harder into her. Jules orgasmed, a rush of endorphins swooning over her leaving her with an exhaustion drawn from complete sexual satisfaction.
Jenny seizing her opportunity pushed Mark on his back, his cock still hard and dripping with Jules’s orgasmic juices. Jenny slurped her favourite juice from her favourite cock until the taste had gone. Now thirsting for her own orgasm she stood up and hunched over Mark’s cock. She could feel it grow with anticipation as she wiggled the enlarged head into her cunt. Jenny dropped her body weight taking his cock till their bodies slapped together. Mark groaned an almost angry snarl as he gave way to the pleasurable depths that only Jenny could reach. Pounding her weight down again and again crushing her clit between the two bodies with violent force. Jules watched her two friends bash out an orgasmic splendour of brutal lust. Both succumbing to the primal thrill of sexual conclusion before crashing beside Jules on the bed.
Pat led Steve and Ren to the next available room. The room had bed sized pillows and a couple of mattresses on the floor. The three stripped comfortably and nestled down onto one of the firm pillows for a solid session of pleasure seeking. Ren launched towards Pat’s bulbous bosom scooping them up and forcing the nipples together. He fit his mouth over them both and sucked, skating his tongue over, between and around the sensitive rosy buds.
Down at the other end Steve could tell Pat was enjoying Ren’s caress. Her legs stretched open exposing the glistening wet flesh within her hairy pussy. Steve held her lips open with his thumbs and began to lap at her sexual juice. Pat moaned an unashamed moan as she lay accepting the pleasure that two men created. Having two men sucking and licking at her naked flesh was an immoral fetish that she couldn’t deny. Ren squeezed more of her breasts into his mouth excess saliva tickling her skin. Steve pushed two fingers into her flooding pussy his tongue lapping at her swollen clit. Every touch sending waves of pleasure through her, each wave building on the last. The building erupting into a cascade of pleasure causing a tremble through her body that was felt by the two men.
Ren let go of Pat’s tits and shimmied closer to her face, his hard throbbing cock called to be sucked. Pat swallowed the entirety dragging her lips slowly back to the head lubricating the hardened shaft. Just as slowly she slid her moist lips back down the pole. Ren losing control, bent over her holding his weight with one hand and Pat’s head firm with the other, he pounded her face.
Steve fucked her hot wet cunt with a ferocity that match Ren’s. The men banged into her surrendered body each searching for that point in a lustful venture where a finale is unavoidable. Under their weight Pat felt pleasurably used, a river bank slut abandoning all morals in the search for sexual glory. The three rocked together in a heaven sent splendour until the men sprayed their seed onto her naked body in an ultimate frenzied ending.
The mismatched pair had made their way to the last room at the end of the hall. Di was not so open with her sexuality and Davo knew this. They sat together on one of the many sofas in the room, Davo brushing back a few strands of silver lined black hair behind her ear. She tilted her head slightly showing more of her soft skinny neck. Leaning in he kissed her neck, his breathe felt warm on her skin sending an insignificant shiver down her spine. Davo slid his fingertips across her chest finally cupping her small delicate breast. He could feel her nipple harden under his grip.
Pulling her blouse off he revealed her ever shaded breasts and their coin sized nipples. She flopped her head back against the sofa’s headrest looking at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. He took her stiffening nipple into his mouth, sucking it for a while before sampling the other side.
Smiling, he gently pushed her over onto the length of the sofa pulling off her pants and underwear. Starting from her ankle he kissed and licked her carefully shaven legs. Di could feel a warmth building within her, growing with every touch of his tongue. He wandered into the cusp of her legs and licked at her yearning pink flesh. Finding the hooded clit, he sucked it into between his lips and rubbed the tip of it with his tongue. The warmth inside developed into a glorious fire searing at her insides with desire and lust. Davo sensing her needs from all the twitches and purrs stood and stripped. Di turned and draped herself doggy style over the sofa’s armrest.
Climbing upon her, he thrust his solid cock into her wet unshaven pussy embracing him like no other he’d felt before. He clenched her slender waist gripping his fingertips into her exposed ribs for better leverage. He slammed into her unrelentingly. His cock pushed the buttons inside her and his balls slapped her awakened clit. Davo’s moans of entrenched delight only added to her pleasure. She reached her peak and orgasmed. The fire within extinguished by a flood of pleasure. She lay there waiting for Davo to finish.
He carried on enjoying her body oblivious to her orgasm, each thrust still touching those internal buttons. His stamina rekindling the warmth inside her. The relentless thrusting driving her to another peak, another orgasm. Davo continued his grinding thrusts, continued to push her buttons, over and over she cum. He could feel her wetness roll down his balls, his whole pubic region was drenched from her repeated orgasms. Sweat beads formed on his forehead, he could feel his heart beating inside his chest, his face flushing. From a hidden spot deep within him a lightning bolt release exploded free. The orgasm draining all the pressure from his body leaving a fulfilled satisfaction in its wake.
Di lay draped over the armrest and Davo fell back into a seated position. “You are definitely not dregs.”
Steve having finished the first encounter for the night went looking for Jules. He found the three lovers still on the bed chatting happily about future possibilities. Steve wiggled in beside his wife, “I feel I have been forgiven for taking you away from the best swinger’s club ever.”
“Club,” Jenny said jumping into the conversation, “who cares about a club. This whole town is full of swingers. All they do around here is work, drink and fuck. I haven’t had this much action since I gave up stripping.”
“There you go,” said Jules flashing her familiar wicked smile. “Looks like we have moved to Actionville.” -->
“Sure, Bobby’s Basement is a brilliant club,” Steve replied. “However to advance in the Paramedics I have to do time at a country posting. You know that.” He opened the sliding glass doors leading to the rear patio. “Come here and smell this air,” he said stepping out into the fading light of the afternoon.
Jules followed him out, she’d been following him since they met at the club. There had been many men in her life, they had said how beautiful she was and brought her expensive gifts. Steve talked to her and showed an interest in her life. That is all she really wanted from anyone and that’s what made him special.
Her eyes adjusting to the dimming light, she could see Steve leaning against the balcony with his hand outstretched invitingly. She stepped in close and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders like a scarf warding off the cold. “When we met do you remember what I was doing?”
A wicked smile shot across her face, “You were the main player of Bobby’s How Many Can I Do Game.”
“Right and who holds the record for that particular game?”
“You do my love,” she replied with wicked glee.
“Right again,” Steve said playfully slapping her arse.
“Assault is an indictable offence,” boomed a trained commanding voice. Mark stood near the sliding door, his muscular frame bulging in the Police uniform.
The three embraced comfortably with a relaxed familiarity. Steve stepped back still holding the shoulder of his long-time friend. Mark with one arm around Jules reached out to reciprocate his friend’s gesture. “Jenny can’t wait to see you both,” he said earnestly.
Jules stepped back to Steve’s side, playfully slapping his shoulder. “You never told me that Mark and Jenny were here.”
Steve smiled back, “There is lots more in stall for you.”
“I have to go,” Mark interrupted. “I have a few things to do before knocking off. I was just making sure that you had made it in all right and I would see you at the Tavern tonight.” He spun on the ball of his foot, with a parting wave over the shoulder, he was gone as quietly and smoothly as he arrived.
“So what’s this about a tavern?” Jules asked showing a growing enthusiasm for the country lifestyle.
“Ahh, the Silk Torn Tavern is famous around here. You’re going to love it,” Steve said with a boyish smile that hid his intelligence.
“Well, we’ll have to have a shower first,” she added with a raised eye brow.
Earlier in life Jules was a stripper and had learnt many ways of enticing and corrupting men. She turned away from Steve pulling the floral design sundress over her head. Throwing it over her shoulder she watched Steve’s eyes as they followed the dress down to her naturally beautiful arse. “Last one in, goes down first,” she giggled disappearing at the end of the hall.
Steve entered the bathroom removing the remnants of his clothing. Jules was already in the shower, water coursing down her delicate teenaged sized body. The end of her mousy brown hair teased her delicate nipples hard. She had one leg cocked up on a tap and was rolling her clit under her finger. He didn’t comment on her beauty, he slotted in under her and thrust his face into her pretty shaved pussy. Flicking his tongue in and out of her dripping hole, her fleshy lips rubbing against his cheeks. He could feel Jules building, her finger rubbing becoming more insistent. Reaching up he slid a single finger in her arse. She rocked as the orgasm erupted inside her, waves of pleasure spasmed through her body. Jules grabbed the back of Steve’s head holding the pressure against herself insuring the last ebbs of the orgasm. After she finished rocking she put her foot down and helped Steve to his feet.
“Mmm my turn,” she said sinking to the shower floor. Holding onto the shaft Jules took the head into her mouth rolling her tongue around it. She swallowed his enlarged cock to the balls, repeatedly throwing her face against him with an unquenching thirst. Steve moaned, the enjoyment was all absorbing. “Oh, I’m going to cum,” he gasped trying to pull out of her mouth. Jules swung her arm around his back pulling his cock further down her throat. Stream after stream unloaded inside her throat. She swallowed past Steve’s pulsating cock, finally releasing her grip. Steve watch himself as he pulled clear of her mouth. She swallowed the last droplets of his cum smiling up at him. Steve pulled her up to his arms and they held for a moment before finishing their preparations for an evening out.
When they arrived at the country tavern Mark and Jenny were already seated amongst a group of strangers. Jules and Jenny wrapped each other up in a loving embrace. Jenny reached out and pulled Steve into the affectionate display. Mark not known for his patience called the group to order. “Righto, I’d tell youse to get a room but let’s do the introductions first,” he said. The three untangled and Jenny stepped back.
“Of course,” she said a little embarrassed, “Sorry, I have been hogging the newbies. We’re close and I haven’t seen them for a while.”
“Yeah, yeah, we get that,” Mark butted in again. “Everyone this is Steve and Julie Borg. Jules for short.” The two newcomers were separated from the group, exhibited like prized trophies. With an open hand Mark pointed to a slender couple slightly older than the rest. “This is Renaud and Diane Adams, Ren and Di. They are the local shopkeepers. And this,” panning his hand across to the last two in the group. “Is David and Patricia Sorsen, Davo and Pat. They are the owners of this fine establishment.”
The group sat together eating, drinking and getting to know each other. Ren and Di had come from the Old Country and had been running various shops since immigrating. Davo’s father was a country publican and Davo just followed suit. Besides pubs had been good to him, it was behind a bar that he met Pat and fell in love. Jules remarked how open and talkative everyone was. She had been told that country folk kept to themselves.
“That’s what we want the townies to think,” Pat replied. “But once you’re in the fold it’s all fun and fairy tales.”
“Talking about fairy tales,” Mark’s impatience leading the group. “I think it is about time to take these two upstairs.”
Smiles broke out like a smiling contest had begun. Jules slightly confused turned to Steve for understanding. His gapping smile quickly leading her to the notion that a conspiracy was unfolding before her.
“I’m not sure what you are all up to, but I want you to know I am corruptible and I’m nearly always up for it,” Jules said adjusting her strapless dress revealing a Scorpio tattoo on her right breast. “I’m a Scorpio, when I get to hell it is going to burn a bit hotter,” she said proudly.
“Fuck this,” Mark spat out, picking Jules up around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. His bicep digging into her hip as he held her tightly. Storming past Jenny, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her along pounding a path towards the stairway. Mark bounded up the stairs two at a time with effortless strength. Jenny bounced on her feet up the stairs behind him like a ball in a sock and Jules slapped against his back like a wet sack, both giggling joyously all the way.
Mark’s frontal attack and hasty retreat had left the remainder of the group to sort themselves out. Pat held out her chubby hand towards Steve beckoning him. Pat was an average woman, though somewhat heavier than some, she carried it well with a confidence born from working behind a public bar. Steve being new to the group was feeling a little lost and was happy for the invitation.
Ren watched the two go, he’d had the hots for Pat’s roly poly body since he and Di brought the shop. Di looked at him with a knowing grin and nodded her head towards the direction that Pat had gone. Ren gave her a wink as he passed her on his way up the stairs.
The years had been stealing Di’s confidence, birthday by birthday. “Looks like you are left with the dregs again,” she said turning to Davo.
“You are not dregs,” Davo chastising her. “You are a beautiful and stately woman and I was waiting around to see where you were going,” he said softly putting his arm around her as they followed the others upstairs.
The pair looked a bit of a mismatch, Davo was a short stout fellow and a head shorter than Di. However, he had enjoyed her slender body and slow curves for as long as Ren had admired Pat. The entire sordid affair was in actual fact a match of lust and fleshy pleasures, where each fulfilled their desires without the restraints or judgements of a morale society.
Mark turned into the hall at the top of the stairs entering the first available room. He let go of Jenny’s wrist allowing her to strip. Jules kicked off her shoes and pulled her strapless dress to her feet, walking on the spot walked out of her dress. As she did she unbuckled, unclipped and unzipped Mark’s heavy jeans. His solid cock dropped from his pants like a mighty oak just felled. Jules grabbed it with both hands and put the engorged head in her mouth. Rubbing her tongue around the base of the head she sucked on it, causing it to get even harder.
“Oh God,” Mark groaned. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he threw Jules onto the four post bed in the middle of the little room. Stroking his shaft, Jules gummed hungrily at the swollen knob caressing it with her tongue. Jenny had buried her face in Jules wet crotch and was licking her from arsehole to clit in a repetitive motion. Each time Jenny’s tongue flicked over Jules clit a small flood surged from Jules. The moisture flowing down between the cheeks of her arse like droplets of water between two rounded white rocks. Jenny slid three fingers into the soaking hole, Jules moaned around Mark’s cock.
“Come on baby,” he said to Jenny. “How about a swap? She sounds ready.” Jenny looked up at her pleading husband’s face, she nodded and moved to the side. Licking the remnants of Jules from her sticky fingers she watched as the two fuck beside her. Mark rammed his cock in, the heavy pounding rocking the entire bed. Though Mark’s huge member stretched Jules to the very limits of her sexual organs, she rocked back with the same ferocity. Her expression a confusion of pleasure and pain, an evil ecstasy that disturbs the depths of her soul.
Jules arched her back more and more with every explosive thrust. Mark hooked his fingers over her child sized shoulders and pushed himself harder into her. Jules orgasmed, a rush of endorphins swooning over her leaving her with an exhaustion drawn from complete sexual satisfaction.
Jenny seizing her opportunity pushed Mark on his back, his cock still hard and dripping with Jules’s orgasmic juices. Jenny slurped her favourite juice from her favourite cock until the taste had gone. Now thirsting for her own orgasm she stood up and hunched over Mark’s cock. She could feel it grow with anticipation as she wiggled the enlarged head into her cunt. Jenny dropped her body weight taking his cock till their bodies slapped together. Mark groaned an almost angry snarl as he gave way to the pleasurable depths that only Jenny could reach. Pounding her weight down again and again crushing her clit between the two bodies with violent force. Jules watched her two friends bash out an orgasmic splendour of brutal lust. Both succumbing to the primal thrill of sexual conclusion before crashing beside Jules on the bed.
Pat led Steve and Ren to the next available room. The room had bed sized pillows and a couple of mattresses on the floor. The three stripped comfortably and nestled down onto one of the firm pillows for a solid session of pleasure seeking. Ren launched towards Pat’s bulbous bosom scooping them up and forcing the nipples together. He fit his mouth over them both and sucked, skating his tongue over, between and around the sensitive rosy buds.
Down at the other end Steve could tell Pat was enjoying Ren’s caress. Her legs stretched open exposing the glistening wet flesh within her hairy pussy. Steve held her lips open with his thumbs and began to lap at her sexual juice. Pat moaned an unashamed moan as she lay accepting the pleasure that two men created. Having two men sucking and licking at her naked flesh was an immoral fetish that she couldn’t deny. Ren squeezed more of her breasts into his mouth excess saliva tickling her skin. Steve pushed two fingers into her flooding pussy his tongue lapping at her swollen clit. Every touch sending waves of pleasure through her, each wave building on the last. The building erupting into a cascade of pleasure causing a tremble through her body that was felt by the two men.
Ren let go of Pat’s tits and shimmied closer to her face, his hard throbbing cock called to be sucked. Pat swallowed the entirety dragging her lips slowly back to the head lubricating the hardened shaft. Just as slowly she slid her moist lips back down the pole. Ren losing control, bent over her holding his weight with one hand and Pat’s head firm with the other, he pounded her face.
Steve fucked her hot wet cunt with a ferocity that match Ren’s. The men banged into her surrendered body each searching for that point in a lustful venture where a finale is unavoidable. Under their weight Pat felt pleasurably used, a river bank slut abandoning all morals in the search for sexual glory. The three rocked together in a heaven sent splendour until the men sprayed their seed onto her naked body in an ultimate frenzied ending.
The mismatched pair had made their way to the last room at the end of the hall. Di was not so open with her sexuality and Davo knew this. They sat together on one of the many sofas in the room, Davo brushing back a few strands of silver lined black hair behind her ear. She tilted her head slightly showing more of her soft skinny neck. Leaning in he kissed her neck, his breathe felt warm on her skin sending an insignificant shiver down her spine. Davo slid his fingertips across her chest finally cupping her small delicate breast. He could feel her nipple harden under his grip.
Pulling her blouse off he revealed her ever shaded breasts and their coin sized nipples. She flopped her head back against the sofa’s headrest looking at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. He took her stiffening nipple into his mouth, sucking it for a while before sampling the other side.
Smiling, he gently pushed her over onto the length of the sofa pulling off her pants and underwear. Starting from her ankle he kissed and licked her carefully shaven legs. Di could feel a warmth building within her, growing with every touch of his tongue. He wandered into the cusp of her legs and licked at her yearning pink flesh. Finding the hooded clit, he sucked it into between his lips and rubbed the tip of it with his tongue. The warmth inside developed into a glorious fire searing at her insides with desire and lust. Davo sensing her needs from all the twitches and purrs stood and stripped. Di turned and draped herself doggy style over the sofa’s armrest.
Climbing upon her, he thrust his solid cock into her wet unshaven pussy embracing him like no other he’d felt before. He clenched her slender waist gripping his fingertips into her exposed ribs for better leverage. He slammed into her unrelentingly. His cock pushed the buttons inside her and his balls slapped her awakened clit. Davo’s moans of entrenched delight only added to her pleasure. She reached her peak and orgasmed. The fire within extinguished by a flood of pleasure. She lay there waiting for Davo to finish.
He carried on enjoying her body oblivious to her orgasm, each thrust still touching those internal buttons. His stamina rekindling the warmth inside her. The relentless thrusting driving her to another peak, another orgasm. Davo continued his grinding thrusts, continued to push her buttons, over and over she cum. He could feel her wetness roll down his balls, his whole pubic region was drenched from her repeated orgasms. Sweat beads formed on his forehead, he could feel his heart beating inside his chest, his face flushing. From a hidden spot deep within him a lightning bolt release exploded free. The orgasm draining all the pressure from his body leaving a fulfilled satisfaction in its wake.
Di lay draped over the armrest and Davo fell back into a seated position. “You are definitely not dregs.”
Steve having finished the first encounter for the night went looking for Jules. He found the three lovers still on the bed chatting happily about future possibilities. Steve wiggled in beside his wife, “I feel I have been forgiven for taking you away from the best swinger’s club ever.”
“Club,” Jenny said jumping into the conversation, “who cares about a club. This whole town is full of swingers. All they do around here is work, drink and fuck. I haven’t had this much action since I gave up stripping.”
“There you go,” said Jules flashing her familiar wicked smile. “Looks like we have moved to Actionville.” -->
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