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We told each other we were in a relationship with bi-sexual men. As women do, we asked about the size of their erections. I took great delight in telling Rhonda my man Roger was nine-inches and thick after she told me her man Peter was an average six-inches.

“Though he does like me watching him blowing another man, a favorite fetish of mine,” Rhonda told me. Perhaps an invitation?

“I have two fetishes, thick, hung men and being licked by either sex. And if a third or fourth person is involved all the better,” I tell her with a smile.

When I returned from the seminar I told my man Roger, all about my lesbian dalliance with Rhonda, knowing it would turn him on - and me. He wanted me to tell him about Rhonda and our love making in minute detail as he fucked me for the first time in almost a week. “Did she lick and kiss your ass cheeks? Does she wax or shave? Are her tits bigger than yours? Did you squirt for her?”

In the afterglow I told my man Rhonda wanted to watch her man give my man a blow job. “So do I baby, and you can watch her have me and me have her. She told me her man has never had a cock as big as you.”

“Tell me again baby?,” he asks after we showered together and I am stroking his cock to a new erection.

“My lesbian lover and I want to watch her man give you a blow job. I showed her some pics of your erection on my phone. And she showed her man. He is rapt, he says your erection is magnificent. So does she. So do I,” I tell him as he soaks up the pleasure of my blow job with his hands behind his head.

In the days leading up to Rhonda and Peter’s visit I told my man I expected him to have a raging erection for them as soon as they arrived. “Your best, thick, nine-inches with a tight cock ring.”

“A man you have never met is going to give you a blow job on Sunday while his lady and I watch,” I told him on the Thursday as I teased and edged his erection. “His lady says he is a bi-sex blow job specialist. And you have the biggest cock he has ever had. Do you want me to watch and be turned on for you? If you do, fuck me good, really good, this is the last sex for you before Sunday.”

And he did!

I am Sarah, in my early forties, a still attractive business professional of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.

My body still attracts attention from both sexes, good legs and hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused. My best feature to modestly paraphrase people of both sexes who have licked and kissed it is my, ‘glorious ass’.

I was in my early thirties before I gave my sex drive full expression. My body had matured by then and I had learnt my ass was my best feature. I loved the excitement of flaunting it for both sexes, the reaction and men licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their lady was watching or tongue kissing me.

I am to please and be pleased sexually. A man’s size is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, I lost all my inhibitions between my second and third husbands and I love having sex with an audience. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

Around once a month I love having a second man to pleasure me, before I pleasure him while my man watches, and often he will pleasure my man: oral sex only – no intercourse is the rule. To be fair to my man we sometimes share another female sometimes, which we both enjoy.

I have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement, be it dressing and undressing to please my man and our guests, flaunting my naked body to turn on people I have just met, the visual turn on of other naked bodies, the foreplay (or lack of it), to receiving and giving pleasure, not to mention verbal interaction.

I was barely nineteen when a slightly older man licked and sucked my nipples for the first time while I enjoyed flaunting my topless body. Ever since then having my nipples licked and sucked is a major turn on for me.

I was twenty years old when a man licked me to orgasm for the first time. And I was hooked. Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, “I love being licked and teased.” Though it was almost twenty years later before a female licked me to orgasm.

It was around the same time I gave a man a blow job for the first time. I soon realized the power I could have over a man while giving him oral sex. Since then I have developed my blow job technique to the point where some men tell me I am without peer.

Blowing a man with another woman watching to show my prowess, sometimes his partner, is something I very much enjoy. And blowing a man with another naked man watching and masturbating is really special.

On the Sunday I am wearing my heels (always for sex), a thong and a black silk shirt, long enough to cover my ass, with all the buttons undone to show my cleavage.

“Your best, thick, nine-inch erection with a tight cock ring for our guests and me. I want you to impress them and turn them on as soon as they see your erect cock,” I tell him as I fondle and lick his already almost erect cock just a few minutes before our guests are due. “Her man says you will be the biggest he has ever had. And his lady and I want to watch and be turned on watching, really turned on. And later you can watch me have lesbian sex with her.”

“Wow,” they both exclaim as I greet Rhonda and Peter at the door. I take Rhonda’s hands and tongue kiss her before I whisper, “Take my shirt off,” before it drops to the floor. “Lick and kiss my ass for me, Peter,” I tell her man as he ogles my ass.

“Keep on kicking and kissing my ass while you remove my thong,” I whisper as his lady is returning my tongue kisses, while my man watches out of their sight.

Then one of my fetishes, being licked by both sexes, Rhonda is licking my cunt lips while her man is licking and kissing my ass cheeks. Two people are licking and kissing me without any hand contact.

Even better when I know my man is watching and waiting with an erection. A wonderful erotic start to my latest sexual adventure. Lots of sexual excitement and exotic foreplay. I am to please and be pleased.

“Come and meet my man,” I tell them as we move to another room. My man Roger is confidently sitting on a high stool, facing a wall length mirror, hands on hips, his feet barely touching the floor. He is stark naked with a thick, full-on nine-inch erection which I helped him achieve minutes ago, with a cock ring fastened under his balls.

“Oh fuck, he is huge, is that for us?,” Rhonda and Peter mutter in unison as they ogle his erection while he alternates looking at Rhonda, Peter and me while teasing his erection with a fingertip.

“Enjoy baby, your turn is my turn on, and I am very turned on,” I whisper as he looks at me for tacit approval.

Peter is licking and sucking my man’s nipples before he is on his knees in front of my man. “Magnificent, fucking magnificent,” he enthuses as he licks and kisses his erection.

Peter is silently mouthing the word ‘purple’ I notice, a tell tale sign he is experienced and seriously into blowing other men. I learnt long ago, the word purple naturally contorts your lips into the perfect head-giving pout. They are slightly curled and pillowy, which makes them feel wetter and creates ideal suction.

I am going to enjoy watching his technique.

My man repositions himself so he is standing with his back to wall, legs spread, his favorite position for a blow job with his erection pointing out at ninety-degrees.

“Your turn on is my turn on baby, this is a huge turn on,” I repeat as I watch Rhonda licking his nipples as her man is sucking my man’s erection with tightly pursed lips. This really is huge turn on for me watching another couple pleasuring my man as I tongue kiss him and he returns my kisses.

“Soft or hard, which do you prefer?,” Peter asks as he sucks just the tip of my man’s erection as he scratches his balls.

“Can I have both?,” my man whispers in response.

The two men have barely finished with each other before Rhonda positions me with my back to the wall, legs spread. “That was awesome Sarah, a huge turn on for me, watching my man blow your man. Can I have him later?,” she asks as she tongue kisses me and I respond.

“Your nipples are like bullets for me,” she whispers as she licks and sucks them.

“And your beautifully trimmed cunt is so wet for me,” she confides as her tongue does wonderful things to my clit.

We have the full attention of both men now, as my man is wiping himself down with a hot towel.

Her hands are cupping my ass cheeks as I look down on her feasting on my cunt lips, while my man is tongue kissing me. Then Peter is exquisitely licking and sucking my engorged nipples. I am watching and enjoying three people, two males and a female pleasuring my body with their lips and tongues.

“I want to give your man a blow job while my man licks your cunt. Are you fine with that Sarah?,” Rhonda asks as she has me on the brink of orgasm.

“Can I Sarah,” she aks again as I fight to hold back the orgasm I want to heighten my pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan as I orgasm while I anticipate her giving my man a blow job while her man licks my cunt.

Forty-five minutes later the four of us are showered and fresh. “Tell me what we are going to do,” I tease as part of the turn for the four of us.

“I want to give your man a blow job, I have never had man with a thick nine-inch erection while my man licks your cunt, a tongue fuck for you Sarah. I want us all to sit on the couch so we can watch each other.”

The two men are obviously aroused as they listen and tease their cocks with a fingertip.

My man and I sit close together on the couch. We both want this to happen without asking each other. We are tongue kissing to heighten the sexual tension as I stroke his already fully erect cock as he ogles Rhonda and Peter’s naked bodies. He is sliding a fingertip along my already wet cunt lips.

Rhonda and Peter are tongue kissing as he stands behind her and strokes her cunt lips with a fingertip.

Rhonda is the first to make a move as she kneels and licks his nipples then licks and kisses the sides of his erection.

Then Peter follows and licks and sucks my nipples.

“Tell me what you want?“ Rhonda asks my man.

“An even better blow job than your man gave me. That is a big ask.”

“And you Sarah, what do you want?”

“An even better tongue fuck than your lady gave me. That is a big ask.”

“We aim to please,” they both answered as one.

And they did. I was very exciting watching another couple providing our partner with exquisite levels of oral sex.

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A mother's intrusion on her son's privacy happens once too often By Oediplex 8==3~ {Adult literature. The author neither advocates nor encourages any illegal or harmful activities which may damage oneself or another; either physically or emotionally or in any other way. If you find sexual fantasies offensive, you are free not to continue reading this story. This story is based on real people, real situations and real desires.} [I have always found the scene in “American Taboo”,...

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Next Sunday

Neither the aroma of flowers decorating the altar nor the underlying familiarity of the surrounds-rows of pews left and right, altar in the middle, organ on the right, choir on the left-were much help in alleviating my nervousness. It wasn't going to church for the first time since adolescence that bothered me so much as being among a crowd of people once again. The church I grew up with was a dark, musty, unpleasant place, but this newer building had a good deal of glass at the entry, making...

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Being Sunday for the Shah

Captain Peter Carr looked at the woman he had just magnificently fucked, he cherished her and their relationship was an item now, they really had to stop the secret rendezvous in his office on the make believe that she it getting another telling off from her commanding officer. She looked well happy, her eyes still glazed and looking stunning and as beautiful as ever, Pete wanted her again and again: ‘I tell you what. let’s do it just once more huh baby?’ he asked taking a good hold of his...

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Sunday Love Songs 02

Second and final part. It will make more sense if the first part is read first. Both parts are quite long. ‘Steve Wright’s Sunday Love Songs’ is a real BBC Radio 2 programme: Nine till eleven am GMT every Sunday. I’m not sure if they still do the long lost friends item. In any case, they never connected Kevin and Nicola with each other, since they are both fictional characters! All characters in sexual situations are over eighteen. —– We left Kevin searching and worrying about Nicola who...

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The Visitor Monicas Diary Sunday June 18

The Visitor Monica's Diary Sunday, June 18 This morning, like every Sunday morning, began last night. I don't mean the taking of baths, the laying out of clothes, and the getting to bed early enough to get a good night's sleep merely. Saturday evening family devotions are usually longer and call for more personal introspection than most nights of the week. Nathan reads the Bible aloud--three chapters a night and five on Sunday--and either explains or questions us about it as he...

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New Kid Easy Like Sunday Morning

Martin Bloom was finding it hard to fit in with any of the cliques at Shaler High School. He was the new kid in town. If being the new kid was not bad enough, Martin transferred to his new school district while school was in session and his fellow students already had their routines. Plus, he has only been a student there for a week. Finding one's place took time. Also, the other kids wanted to feel him out before they had more social interactions with him. Martin's personality did not...

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ALazy Sunday Part 2

As the week wore on, I began to wonder if Sunday wasn’t really a dream. To have your wife tell you that she wants to have sex with another woman, while you watch, is a little hard to believe. And as Monday moved to Wednesday, and Wednesday to Friday, there had been no further mention of that lazy Sunday morning conversation. I wanted to ask her if she was still interested in pursuing the idea, but I was afraid I would appear too eager. I thought that the idea might be a bit fragile. Like if I...

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Skinnydipping Sundays

(A tryst of fate series: #2 brought to you by Dr. MaxMon) Skinny-dipping Sundays, by MaxMon The doorbell rang again and Peter answered it dressed in Hawaiian shorts with a beer in his hand. As he opened the door splashes were heard from the pool out back, along with faint yells and playful conversation from the small group of partygoers who had already arrived late in the morning. Greg and Brenda greeted Peter at the door with smiles and happy feelings since they had grown accustomed to each...

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Another Sunday Church Morning

Another Sunday Church Morning----------Another Sunday morning, and Katherine, the newest farm helper was late again. I know that these girls are working just to be around the horses, free riding and using the swimming pool, but being on time was important to keep our customers happy with someone present to help. I decided that I must pull her aside and talk to her about it, and see what we could do about her tardiness."Katherine, I need to speak to you alone please. Come into the office for a...

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Going DownSunday May 6 2001

Tommy Cornelson loved May. Actually, he loved all the months from May through October, but May was special. May marked the end of the Winter season and the beginning of the summer season, so business on his fishing pier picked up considerably, as it did on the entire oceanfront, but it was still early for most of the tourists, so the May business was mainly locals. He almost regretted doubling his prices. Almost. But they'd double again in mid-June when the Canadians and damnyankees invaded...

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Anal Sunday

I lay in bed listening to the birds chirping outside my window and yawned and stretched. I lay there just relaxing taking in the quiet of the morning. Richard must have gotten up as I didn’t see him which was odd. So I got up and took a shower and wrapped a towel around myself and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. There sat Richard and Tim. I didn’t pay them much attention as I got toast and coffee going as I fried an egg. I sat down at the table and Richard say hey mom, tell Timmy what...

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Anal Sunday

I lay in bed listening to the birds chirping outside my window and yawned and stretched. I lay there just relaxing taking in the quiet of the morning. Richard must have gotten up as I didn’t see him which was odd. So I got up and took a shower and wrapped a towel around myself and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. There sat Richard and Tim. I didn’t pay them much attention as I got toast and coffee going as I fried an egg. I sat down at the table and Richard say hey mom, tell Timmy what...

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Super Bowl Sunday

Super Bowl Sunday Here in America on Sunday, February 1, 2009 Super Bowl XLIII (43) took place. Our version of football is quite different from that of the rest of the world. In soccer you don’t need a helmet and pads for protection and the other team isn’t trying to drive your body into the ground. This year the two teams were the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Arizona Cardinals. To make a long story short Pittsburgh won. Now for what really happened… My five best friends and I...

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Gloomy Sunday

Chapter 1 He had arrived in New Orleans on the eve of the first full moon of the year. It seemed inconsequential to him at the time but soon it would be so relevant to the rest of his life. He had spent the last 24 hours on a binge in the French Quarter with his golf companions. They’d been to every bar from Decatur to Bourbon Street and back. They’d seen just about everything while wandering through the mass of staggering bodies, it seemed the party raged nonstop whether it was Mardi Gras or...

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Sunday Morning Delight

You awake in strange surroundings. It takes a moment for your eyes’ and your mind’ to focus. Just for that moment you can’t really place yourself within the universe. You realize that you are lying in a bed. Surrounded by a sea of silky sheets. A light yellow with pale green flowered accents. But whose bed is it? It seems so unfamiliar. So alien. As you sit up your eyes scan around the room, and you remember. It is a room – an open room – in a small Polynesian-style home. Woven grass mats...

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Sunday Love Songs 01

I wrote this story as a present for my wife, who loved it (she said), so I decided to post it to see what a less biased audience would make of it. It is rather long, and is in two parts, both of which have been submitted. It is my first submission and depending on the response, it may also be my last! It is written in British English. Though written in the first person, it is not autobiographical. All persons in sexual situations are 18 years old or older. The age of students in the final...

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Sunday morning

Sunday mornings were always my favourite. Whether it was as simple as a long lazy lie in, or sitting with a cuppa and just talking and feeling close, it always made me feel good.This particular Sunday felt different though. Coming round from an unusually deep sleep I had an odd feeling, like a pressure in the head. I suddenly realised I couldn’t hear anything and as a moment of panic ensued I opened my eyes, but in that moment something was placed over them.Thoughts racing, it was quickly clear...

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Moms Sunday Night

My mom was divorced when I was very young. It was just her and me living together while I was growing up. I hate to admit but she was kind of slutty. And what excited me most was her sexy size 5 curvy high arched feet. And she used them like a weapon, dangling her stiletto high heels at just the right moment when men of interest were around. Although she was slutty, she was a religious slut, attending church every Sunday. This particular story happened when I was 14. We were driving to church...

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Nice Sunday to worst sunday

Hello guys Hope everyone doing great and enjoy my true story Sorry again guys not very good English so grammar its not theirWe all enjoy our Sunday especially now it’s NFL Playoff guys into games so am I I just buy new big screen TV and love watching games at my on place.As I woke up on Sunday late morning around 11:30 am still im in my sweet bouquet layered baby doll (nitie) making coffee and doing dishes get my coffee sit on couch watching TV my cell phone ring one of good all Spanish she...

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Breakfast on Sunday chapter 1

*******************************************************************************DISCLAIMERTHIS STORY BELONGS TO KARENKAY HER PAGE MAY BE FOUND AT WWW.LITEEROTICA.COM.AND VARIOUS OTHER WEBSITESI AM ONLY POSTING MY FAVOURITE STORIES AS A FAN AND NOT TAKING CREDIT. I WISH TO SHARE MY FAVOURITES AND IF ANYTHING PROMOTE THE AUTHORS HANDYWORK FURTHER AS A CREDIT TO THIER WRITTING.SOME PARTS OF THE STORY ARE EDITED TO MAKE IT MORE EROTIC AND ENJOYABLE BY MY STANDARDS AND HOPEFULLY YOURS.... BUT ALL...

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My Super Sunday

So I got this opportunity to have sex with women of around 52 yrs of age. She is also like my aunty and her name is Nambana Khunur. She works in a bank as a clerk. Due to my banking transactions I need to visit bank and where I met and so to get the things done quickly I had made a pretty decent relationship with her. She is a divorcee her both sons are working abroad. So she feels lonely most of the times. She is around 5’4″ tall, fair complexioned and had the tightest of boobs. She also had...

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Living on a Dead End StreetPart One Sunday and Monday

Living on a Dead End Street~ Part One ~ Sunday and Monday by Ginny Wolf The clock said it was almost 10:30 on a Sunday night as I sat on my "beauty lounger" in the den. My was hair tightly set on 38 small brush rollers and covered with a pink hairnet. A layer of thick white cream covered my face in the kind of rock-hard facial that severely limited my ability to speak, with only my eyes visible under the beauty mask at work "softening and cleansing" my skin while giving me "deep...

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