Group Sex - More Erotic Stories E-Book

Gloria Hole

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Kinky Sex Stories
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Seitenzahl: 375

Beschreibung

There are many ways to enjoy group sex: Threesome, Foursome, Gangbang Cuckolding, Bi Sexual Male, Bi Sexual Female or Femdom. When you're sexually open-minded, you just have better sex. And who says that you can only have sex as a couple? Sometimes the longing for someone else's skin is so great that one succumbs to the longing.

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*All characters are above 21 unless otherwise noted.* 

A Night None Of Us Will Forget

This is the story of the most erotic experience of my life, a last minute double date with a beautiful but reserved British girl and two of her friends that took a wholly unexpected turn.

But first a little background. Right after college, I took a job as an English teacher in Japan. It was part of a program to bring native English speakers into the Japanese school system, and it was a really good deal for me. A chance to earn some money and live somewhere exciting and new while I figured out what to do with the rest of my life. One of unexpected benefits of living in Japan was the nearly inexhaustible supply of lonely ex-pat girls from places like England, Ireland, Australia, and New Zealand. Being an American, I was a sucker for the accents. One of interesting dynamics among young ex-pats in Japan was that most of the guys dated primarily Japanese girls. As a "gaijin" (foreigner), it was incredibly easy to hook up with the local girls, if you were into that kind of thing. But the converse wasn't true. Ex-pat girls generally weren't so keen on dating Japanese guys. So that led to an obvious imbalance. The ex-pat girls, who were lovely and fun, either had boyfriends who were far far away back home, or were faced with a very limited dating pool of interested ex-pat guys. Which is a long way of saying, for guys like me, potential hookup opportunities abounded.

The most memorable of these opportunities (by far) happened when I least expected it. I had run into a British girl named Megan at a get-together of ex-pats in a neighboring town. She had been in my initial orientation session in Tokyo six months earlier, and we'd introduced ourselves, but I hadn't seen her since then. I didn't even realize she was teaching in a town just 15 miles south of me. She was very pretty in a stuffy British sort of way, the kind of girl you pictured riding horses on a large British estate or who it would not surprise you to learn was the Duchess of somewhere or other. Her accent was that of BBC news reader, educated and refined (she'd graduated from Oxford). She had straight, light brown hair, that was cut fairly short, ending at the neckline. A bit like Kate Middleton. She was petite and skinny, but with very noticeable curves. The word 'posh' came to mind.

We spoke for a while, shared a beer, and exchanged numbers. She said we should hang out sometime, but I didn't really expect that she would initiate anything. In our 15 minute conversation, she'd managed to work in that she had a longtime boyfriend back home in London. She even mentioned his name, Paul. Having a boyfriend back home was not usually a deal breaker out here, but if you mentioned him by name in the first 15 minutes of conversation, that typically wasn't an encouraging sign.

But to my surprise, a few weeks later my phone rang and it was Megan. She said she had some friends visiting from England and asked if I wanted to hang out on Saturday. I had nothing planned, so I agreed and got directions to her place. I thought it was odd that she'd wanted to hang out while her friends from home were visiting (as opposed to a weekend when she was bored and alone) but whatever, it was cool.

On Saturday afternoon, I took the train a few stops south and wandered through the meandering streets of her town. It was a warm, sunny day, the first really good day of the year. Eventually I found her house. And it was an actual house,. The program we were on provided complimentary accommodations to the teachers, but they varied quite a bit. I had a small, modern apartment. Megan had a traditional Japanese house, one that looked to be fairly big, at least from the outside. I rang the bell and a moment later, Megan answer the door, looking absolutely stunning in a white spring dress with blue flowers on it. It was the kind of dress that was held up by a single strap that tied around her neck. Her shoulders and back were bare, but the front of the dress went most of the way up to her neckline. It was a short dress, but not too short, coming down to just above her knees. It was the kind of dress that was casual and sexy and classy, all at the same time, accentuating her curves but still leaving something to the imagination.

She smiled and gave me a very quick hug and peck on the cheek, just a European hello, but still somewhat unexpected. "Come in, come in."

Once I was inside, I realized it was a duplex setup. Megan had only the bottom floor. She opened the inner door and we walked down the hall to a living room area. The inside of the house was also very traditionally Japanese: tatami floors, very minimalist, what little furniture there was, was very low to the ground. There were no chairs, just a low-rise sofa along the wall and the occasional cushion on the ground. There were two other people in the living room, sitting on the floor next to a coffee table, a guy and girl. The guy looked to be of Middle Eastern descent; he had short black hair and a lean muscular build. He was wearing a t-shirt and cargo shorts (just like me). The girl was strikingly pretty, with straight blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a white tank top and short jean shorts. If I had to guess where she was from just by looking at her, I might have guessed Southern California, but as soon as she spoke, that notion was quickly dispelled. She was clearly a Brit; they both were.

When they saw me, they both smiled and stood. Megan said, "guys, this is Jake, he's a yank."

"But don't hold it against me," I added quickly, smiling.

The guy extended his hand to shake, "I'm Alex, a pleasure."

"And I'm Cara," the girl said. Like Megan, she immediately went for the European style greeting, a quick hug and a peck. As she moved in for the hug, I noticed for the first time that her nose was pierced, just a very small stud on the right side. She smelled fantastic. I also couldn't help but notice that she had rather large breasts, particularly for such a petite girl.

I was soon offered a cocktail, which I readily accepted, and we all sat on the floor around the table getting acquainted with one another. I soon had confirmation of what I had suspected when I first saw them, that Alex and Cara were a couple. Cara and Megan were life-long best friends and Alex was merely the boyfriend who had come along for the trip. Megan hadn't met him until a few days ago. And with that knowledge came the realization that this was essentially a double date. Everything made a lot more sense now. Megan had invited me along today so she didn't have to be the third wheel all night. And I knew that significantly increased my odds of hooking up with her before the night was done.

After a couple of drinks, we decided to get some dinner. We ended up going to a sushi place down the road that had one of those conveyor belts that snaked throughout the restaurant delivering little plates of sushi, always a hit with visitors. I was really enjoying myself. Alex and Cara were charming. Easy to talk to. Funny. Alex, it turned out, was of Jordanian descent, though he'd spent his whole life in London. He had served in the British navy and was now studying to be an engineer. And Cara was just gorgeous, the kind of person who got even more attractive as you got to know her. She did public relations work for a British bank.

Megan was really growing on me too. She was very impressive. An Oxford grad who had already been accepted to a prestigious law program and the planned to enroll in the fall. She was incredibly articulate and witty, highly skilled in the art of small talk. And while I'd always thought she was attractive, before I'd had no sense of her personality. But here, in the company of her best friend, she seemed a little more at ease. She still seemed reserved, a bit of an introvert, but it was clear that there was another side of her that at least her close friends got to see. And I was getting a glimpse. She was giggly and even made a few off-color remarks. Her hand brushed my thigh under the table more than a few times, clearly intentionally.

Our next stop was karaoke. There was place a few blocks away where you could rent out private rooms. On our way, we ran into a Canadian guy who chatted us up and offered to share some pot. Cara was quick to accept and for the next few minutes, we passed around a joint. I was certainly no stranger to marijuana, but I hadn't had any since I'd been in Japan. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be stoned. And judging by the look of her, it had been even longer for Megan. By the time we got to the Karaoke place, we were feeling no pain.

We ordered several rounds of drinks and went through all the karaoke standards: Livin' on a Prayer, I Love Rock N Roll, What's Up (4 Non Blondes), Total Eclipse of the Heart, Baby Got Back, Like A Prayer. I did a solo rendition of Tainted Love, which I was actually kind of proud of. But then Cara and Megan put my performance to shame with a legitimately impressive rendition of Hold On by Wilson Phillips, alternating vocals throughout. I was really seeing a different side of Megan now, relaxed and fun.

The last song was the most memorable, though. Cara did a solo performance of Criminal, by her namesake Cara Apple. It was sexy and sultry and performed with such confidence. She was mesmerizing. Toward the end of the performance, I looked over at Megan and noticed something different in her eyes. It was jealously, though not the spiteful kind. She clearly loved her friend, but she was envious of her, envious of her confidence, envious of the way she was able to command the attention of everyone in the room, envious of her lack of inhibition and effortless sexuality. As the song ended, Cara approached Alex and started kissing him passionately, but just for a few seconds. Not long enough to make things uncomfortable for the rest of us, but long enough to make me envious of what Alex had in store for him tonight. I looked over at Megan and sensed that she was feeling the same way.

On the walk back to the house, we lit up another joint. Apparently Cara had bought it from the Canadian guy when I wasn't looking. After taking a few drags each, Alex and Cara lagged behind a bit. Alex had his arm around her and they lean in and kissed every once in a while. Megan and I walked ahead of them, finishing the last bit of the jointing and talking. Between the alcohol and the pot, we were both pretty buzzed. The topic of her boyfriend back home finally came up. Megan gave me the short version of their history together. She and Paul had been together for nearly four years. They'd met during her second year at university. He was two years older, and now training to be a barrister. She loved him; he was handsome and kind and charming and intelligent and their families got along splendidly. He was everything she wanted in a future spouse. But she confessed that she often felt that she had met him too early, that if she had met him after university, they could have just gotten engaged and lived happily ever after, with no regrets. But she met him after just one year of college and they'd essentially be living like a married couple ever since. This past six months in Japan was the first significant amount of time she'd spent away from him since then.

Though she didn't come right out and say it, it was clear what she was implying. Her chief regret was that she hadn't had more "fun" during her college years, that she hadn't been with more guys, carved a few more notches on the bedpost. She knew she had a very good thing going and didn't want to blow it, but she couldn't shake the feeling of regret. She'd settled down too early.

I sympathized with her. I told her I'd broken up with a serious girlfriend prior to coming to Japan and one of the main reasons I'd done so is that I didn't want to do the long-distance thing and have guilt be a factor in every potential experience I had here. I told her I didn't want to say no to someone out of loyalty to her and then resent her for having robbed me of that experience. That comment hit pretty close to home, I think. Megan just nodded and stared ahead.

When we got back to the house, it was still relatively early. We decided to watch a movie. In what was either an amazing coincidence or telling sign, Megan had rented the movie "Unfaithful." We sat on the tatami floor around a square coffee table that was about a foot off of the ground. One of its corners was pointed toward the TV. Alex and Cara sat on the side of coffee table to the left of the TV, and Megan and I sat on the side to the right. Though it had been warm outside, the air conditioning had been cranked to high while we were gone and it was now chilly in the house, so Megan got two blankets and we each shared one. She turned off the lights so that the only source of light in the room was the TV. As the movie started, Cara snuggled up close to Alex under their blanket, putting his arm around her shoulder and laying her head on his chest. To my surprise (and delight), Megan snuggled in close to me as well. I made sure the blanket was wrapped around us well and then settled in to watch the movie.

I'd actually seen the movie before, so, unlike Megan, who was pretty engrossed in it, I found my eyes repeatedly wandering over to Alex and Cara. They kissed occasionally, though I could tell they were genuinely interested in watching the movie. At least once, Cara's eyes met mine and I quickly looked away, not wanting her to think I was staring.

When the first sex scene started, I was naturally a little more interested in the movie. I could feel Megan tense up a bit, probably feeling a little awkward watching something so explicit while snuggled up to a guy she barely knew. When the scene was nearly over, I looked over at Cara again, curious to see how she reacted. What I saw then startled me. There was movement under their blanket, steady, repeated movement. It was Cara's arm. And when I looked at Alex's face I instantly knew what was happening. She was giving him a handjob under the blanket. He was trying to keep a straight face, but I could tell. Any guy could have read that expression.

I squeezed Megan's arm and leaned in to whisper quietly in her ear "check out Alex and Cara." I watched Megan's face as she looked over and slowly processed what she was seeing. I had no idea how she'd react. By the look on her face, she was clearly surprised too.

What happened next was an even bigger shock. She didn't say a word, but her right hand, which had been lying loosely on my stomach under the blanket, began to move slowly downward, toward my shorts. Then it started pressing gently against my cock and balls, through the shorts. I had already been a little turned on by the combination of the movie and the realization of what Cara was doing, but the touch of Megan's hand, even through my shorts, sent what felt like an electric shock through my body. And just a few seconds later, I was rock hard. Slowly and skillfully, using just her right hand, she unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped the fly. Then she attempted to pull my shorts and boxers down and I quietly lifted my hips off the ground to help. My cock was free now, though still covered by the blanket, and Megan began to stroke it steadily with her right hand. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "this is okay, right?"

I nodded and squeezed her encouragingly with my right arm. After a bit, I looked over again at Cara. She was now staring right at us. She wasn't looking at my eyes, though; her gaze was lower. A second later I could she understood what was happening. A mischievous smile flashed across her face and we made eye contact for a moment. Then she whispered something in Alex's ear, no doubt clueing him in to what was happening on the other side of the coffee table. Another sex scene was starting in the movie, the one where Diane Lane gets fucked in the restaurant bathroom. Megan and I watched the scene while she continued to stroke my cock. When I looked back over at Cara, I couldn't see her. Then I realized that there was a lot more motion under their blanket. I was virtually certain that Cara was now giving Alex head, which was incredibly arousing to visualize.

Megan's right leg was curled up over my legs now and I could tell that her dress was riding up on her hips. With my free left hand, I reach over and ran my hand up her leg, hoping I'd be able to get all the way up to her panties. I was able to get all the way up, but to my surprise and immense satisfaction, I realized there were no panties. She had gone full commando. I whispered "has it been like that all night?" This time she nodded and had a mischievous grin. I gently touched her between her legs, feeling my way toward her clit. She wasn't shaved, but she was well-trimmed. There was just a thin landing strip. Upon my touch, she closed her eyes and quietly gasped, probably experiencing the same sort of electric shock that I had felt when she first touched my cock.

When she opened her eyes, I motioned with my head toward Alex and Cara. Megan looked over and noticed for the first time that Cara's head was under the blanket. I immediately regretted having drawn her attention to it because I didn't want her to think that I was somehow suggesting that she needed to follow Cara's lead. But fortunately, I don't think she interpreted it that way. She was clearly surprised, though, at how things had escalated on that side of the table and it prompted her to increase the pace of her stroking. I did the same and she was now dripping wet and starting to squirm a bit. She started kissing my neck and then I turned toward her and our lips locked. We began kissing. Gently at first and then more insistently. Then she pulled away for a second and looked me in the eyes. She said "I've got an idea."

Then, before I could really process what was happening, she had stretched her right leg all the way over me and maneuvered into a straddling position on my lap. With the blanket still covering us, she reached back, grabbed by cock and expertly guided it inside of her, where it slid right in without much resistance. With her arms resting on my shoulders, she leaned in and began kissing me again. Then she began moving her hips slowly up and down. It felt amazing. I couldn't believe we were fucking, right here in front of her friends. This had already escalated beyond my wildest fantasies.

As Megan continued gliding up and down on my cock, I kept an eye on our friends across the table. Cara's head was still under the blanket, so she was unaware of the recent developments on our side of table. But Alex had opened his eyes and was staring at us, probably trying to figure out whether -- in British parlance -- we were shagging or merely snogging. With the blanket covering our lower halves, there was no way he could be certain.

He reached down and touched Cara on her head through the blanket. A moment later, her head popped out from under the blanket. She was sweaty and her hair was all over the place. She looked up at Alex to see what he wanted. He nodded his head toward us and when she followed his gaze, the look on her face was priceless, a mix of shock and admiration. She made eye contact with me and I could see the question burning in her eyes: are you guys really fucking?

Her next move was an interesting one. She ripped off their blanket and flung it away, exposing Alex and his enormous erection. I've never been particularly self-conscious about my penis size, but wow, Alex's was big enough to make any normal guy feel a little inadequate by comparison. The dude was hung. Cara's move had clearly surprised him and he looked momentarily uncomfortable. But as soon as the blanket was gone, Cara resumed sucking his cock and that seemed to put him back at ease. Her eyes were wide open, though, and I could tell she was still looking in our direction.

I knew why she had tossed the blanket. She was putting her cards on the table and hoping that I would do the same. But did I really want to do that? I was no Alex, after all. But who really cared anyway? I was fucking a beautiful girl and it was getting hot under that blanket. So I took it and flung it away, exposing us. Megan's dress was hiked up above her hips, giving both Alex and Cara a clear view of her ass, and of my cock plunging in and out of it. Megan pulled back from kissing me, feeling the air on her skin, and gave me a curious smile. She was clearly wondering what had come over me. She turned her head to look. It was a comical sight. Alex was sitting there with his massive erection hanging out -- no doubt the first thing that caught Megan's eye -- but what was priceless was the look on each of their faces, as they stared in wonder at the x-rated scene in front of them. But once the shock had worn off, the lust in their eyes was unmistakable.

And it didn't take them long to act on it. Cara quickly began removing her shorts and panties while Alex stroked his own cock and continued watching us. When her panties were off, she got onto her knees and looked back at Alex. He seemed to know exactly what she had in mind. He quickly got up onto his own knees, grabbed her by the shoulders, and guided her down until she was bent over the coffee table, facing us. A few seconds later he was lined up behind her, and he plunged that enormous cock deep into her, his hands firmly planted on her hips. As he began thrusting, she looked right at me, lust burning in her eyes. Coincidently, the movie had just reached the scene were Diane Lane gets fucked from behind in an apartment hallway.

While all this was happening, Megan and I had managed to turn ourselves 90 degrees so that we were at a right angle to the table and both of us had an equally clear view of the action. I could tell that Megan was just as blown away by everything that was happening as I was. Her breathing was heavy and her grinding increasingly frantic. She was going to come soon.

As we kissed, I reached around her neck with both hands and pulled on the strings of her neck strap. It came undone easily and with a quick yank on the sides of the dress, her breasts were exposed. She was wearing a white strapless bra, which I quickly undid and tossed aside. Her breasts were exquisite. Not huge, by any means, but well-rounded and upright. I immediately began cupping them with my hands and taking her nipples into my mouth. Though she was now more exposed than anyone in the room, she showed no signs of self-consciousness or embarrassment. To the contrary, the exhibitionism of it seemed to turn her on even more.

And it apparently pushed Cara and Alex over the edge, because the next thing I heard was Cara screaming "oh god, I'm gonna come, oh god, oh ffuuuuucckkkk!" As she came, Alex pulled out of her and shot a load across her ass. Megan and I watch as droplets of his cum landed on various parts of Cara's ass, on the back of her tank top, and even on the coffee table.

I could tell Megan was about to come too. She moaned, "Oh god, Jake, I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you."

That was the permission I'd been waiting for. I screamed "oh fuck, Megan" and experienced one of the more amazing orgasms of my life, shooting what felt like rivers of cum up into her. That was apparently what Megan had been waiting for because as soon as I let it go, she screamed "oh god" and I felt her spasming on my cock.

When we caught our breath and looked back across the table, Cara and Alex were sitting down again, watching us. Cara had a massive grin on her face and it was that smile, not anything that had happened up to that point, that finally made Megan blush.

After a minute or two, Megan and I said an awkward goodbye to Alex and Cara, grabbed our clothes off the floor, and then retired to the adjacent bedroom, leaving them to crash in the living room. We got ready for bed and then laid down together on her twin bed. She'd turned off the AC when we got home, so it was actually pretty warm now. I had on just my boxers and she was wearing panties and a tank top. I laid on my back with my arm around her, while she lay on her side, nestled into my shoulder. It felt very natural, like we'd known each other for a long time.

"I hope you don't think I'm a bad person," she finally said.

"Of course not." I quickly responded, "I feel nothing but connected to you right now. You're amazing. And what we just did...that was the single most amazing thing I've ever experienced."

"Yeah, me too." She smiled and leaned into me, kissing my neck.

We talked for another 15 minutes or so and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

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I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of voices. The room was dark and it took me a moment to remember where I was. When I did, I realized that Megan was no longer in bed with me. And I realized that the voices I was hearing weren't the sounds of people talking. They were the sounds of people fucking. I got up out of bed immediately and walked slowly toward the door to the living room. As I got closer, I could see the outline of someone standing in the doorway, looking out into the living room. It was Megan, still in her panties and tank top, her head craned around the door. I came up behind her and put my hand gently on her back, which startled her. I looked over her shoulder to see what she was watching.

In the living room, on the small sofa, not more than 15 feet away from us, Cara was straddling Alex, bucking up and down on his enormous cock. They were both completely naked, and Cara was moaning. I could see Cara's breasts for the first time and they were remarkable. Large and fluid. Sweat glistened on her bare skin. It was intoxicatingly.

Within seconds of taking in the scene, I had a raging erection and my hands were on Megan's hips. I caressed her body, up and down, kissed her neck from behind. She melted a bit under my touch, clearly encouraging more. It wasn't long before I had removed her panties, letting them drop to the floor. My boxers followed a moment later, and my cock, now free from its confinement, rested on the crack of her ass. I rubbed it up and down against her ass several times, slowly. She was already rubbing her clit and I could feel how wet she was. So I lined up my cock and I thrust it inside of her, all the way to the hilt. That elicited an excited gasp from her that was loud enough to startle Cara and Alex, who paused what they were doing and looked over in our direction, noticing us for the first time.

They both just smiled and resumed what they were doing. I grabbed Megan by the hips and began thrusting into her steadily. She continued to stroke her clit and moan.

After a minute or so, Cara turned her head toward us and, with her finger, beckoned us to come over to them. After a moment of mutual indecision, Megan acted first, moving away from my cock and letting it slide out. She then took my hand and began leading me into the living room. Once we reached the sofa, she sat down on it next to Alex, just a couple feet away, and leaned back, spreading her legs for me. I got down on my knees immediately, lifted her legs in the air, and plunged my cock back into the warmth of her pussy. As I fucked her, I kept looking to the side to get a better view of Cara and her amazing bouncing tits.

After a few minutes of this side-by-side fucking, something amazing happened. Cara stop and stood up. She took a step toward me, and then, without any warning, grabbed my shoulders and shoved me back. It wasn't a violent shove, but it separated me from Megan and caused me to fall sideways and backward onto the tatami floor until I was lying on my back, parallel to the sofa. Then Cara stood over me, one leg on each side. She looked down at me with a wicked grin, enjoying my obvious confusion. Then, before I could really process what was happening, she had lowered herself down right onto my cock, and a moment later we were fucking, her tits bouncing right in my face.

As this was happening, I looked to my right and caught a glimpse of the stunned expression on Megan's face. Then I saw Alex get up and get on his knees in front of Megan, his massive cock pointing right at her. Her expression changed from one of mere surprise to one that was a mix of apprehension and pure lust. I could tell she wanted that massive cock inside her, wanted it badly, but was nervous about it too. Presumably she'd never been with someone so well endowed. As Cara grinded her hips on my cock, I watched Alex slowly penetrate Megan until he was fully inside. She gasped and screamed out, "oh fuuuuuck!" as her eyes rolled back and she stared up at the ceiling, overcome by the sensory overload.

Megan's obvious pleasure seemed to push Cara right up near the edge. Between Alex and me, she'd been riding cock for a long time. I decided to try to finish her off in another position. I spun her over until I was on top. With her legs wrapped around my back, I began thrusting hard and deep. She stretched her arms above her head. With each thrust, her breasts shook up and down hypnotically. Following my lead, Alex decided to change positions too. He picked up Megan and laid her down on the floor. He then helped her out of her tank top, the last piece of clothing any of us had on. After a few more thrusts into her, he pulled out, grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over until she was on all fours. Megan's eyes were wild with excitement as Alex plunged back into her from behind.

This in turn amped my excitement level up to eleven, and I lifted up Cara's legs and really began pounding her hard. She began to scream and after just a few more seconds of pounding, she began to cum, spasming on my cock and screaming "of fucking hell!"

Surprisingly, I wasn't yet ready to come myself, but I stopped thrusting, wanting to give Cara a moment to recover. After 15 seconds or so, she reached forward and pushed me back gently until I had withdrawn from her. Then she sat up, leaned in and put my cock in her mouth. At this point, I was less than a foot away from Megan, who was still getting fucked by Alex from behind. Her eyes were locked on to my cock, as Cara sucked on it, entranced by what she was seeing and the proximity of it.

Cara noticed this too, and a moment later she let go of my cock and sat up on her knees. She kissed me and, while doing so, grabbed my shoulders and turned me until I was facing Megan and my cock was only a few inches away from her face. I knew immediately what Cara was trying to doing and so did Megan, and before I knew it, Megan had my cock in her mouth. Cara moved directly behind me and wrapped her arms around me, her nipples flush against my back. She used her hands to caress my pecs and shoulders. The sight of prim and proper Megan getting spit-roasted by two guys and absolutely loving it was almost too much for me to take. I had to close my eyes and do some mental exercises to keep from coming. This was too amazing to end prematurely. But I knew I didn't have to last much longer.

Sure enough, Megan was about to come. She let go of my cock, looked right into Cara's eyes, and screamed "oh god, he's fucking me so good. He's gonna make me come..." She literally grabbed me for support as she orgasmed, one arm wrapped around me and one hand holding my cock. As her body shook with pleasure, Alex pulled out and shot a series of roping lines of cum across her back. Between seeing that and the way she was squeezing my cock, I lost it too. My cum shot right across her cheek, with some of it landing on her left shoulder blade and back. Between me and Alex, Megan was literally sprinkled with droplets of cum from her ass all the way to her face. And the look on her face was one I'll never forget. Pure, triumphant, joy.

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Exhausted, we soon retired to our respective sleeping areas. Megan wiped herself off but neither of us bothered to put any clothes back on. We just crawled under the sheets of her bed and were soon sound asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, the room was filled with natural light from a skylight above. I got up to use the bathroom and brush my teeth (I'd learned to always pack a toothbrush in Japan; you never knew where you'd end up) and then Megan did the same. When she came back, still totally naked, she crawled back into bed. Then she told me to roll over onto my stomach because she wanted to give me a massage.

I obliged and a moment later she climbed on top of me, straddling me around the waist, and began working my shoulders with her hands. It was very relaxing. After a while, she stopped and I heard a squishing sound. I craned my neck and saw that she was squirting massage oil onto her hands. She must have brought it with her when she came back from the bathroom. A moment later, she was applying the oil generously to my back and shoulders. It was warm and the feeling of her hands gliding across my skin was very sensual and arousing. I could feel a little movement in my cock.

She continued to massage my back and neck for a least five solid minutes. Then she stopped again and I heard the sound of more oil being squirted from the bottle. I felt more of it land on my back and when I craned my neck again, I saw Megan squirting some of it onto her own chest, where it dripped down between her breasts, some of it landing on my ass. She then used her hands to spread it across her breasts and stomach. That was quite a sight to behold. Her skin was glistening in the sunlight. A few seconds later, she leaned down until her breasts were touching my back. Then she began sliding up and down on my back, massaging me with her breasts and body, kissing my neck. I was instantly rock hard.

After a few minutes of this, she got up on her knees and told me to turn over. When I did, I could see she had the bottle back in her hands, she squirted a few generous dollops onto my chest and began spreading it around. Then she squirted some onto my stomach, put the bottle down, and began spreading it down onto my cock and balls. Once we were both covered more or less entirely in the oil, she leaned down and began kissing me. She then began gliding up and down on me, using her breasts to massage my chest. My well-lubricated cock slid up and down across her stomach, popping out from time to time from between her legs as she moved higher on my body. As she moved back down, my cock would sometimes get lifted off of my stomach and wedged between her legs, rubbing against her well-lubricated pussy and ass cheeks. It was an enormous tease. I wanted nothing more in the world than to reach down and thrust my cock inside of her, but I was content to let the situation play out, knowing I would get there eventually.

Sure enough, after a couple minutes of this slipping and sliding, physics took care of the problem. Without even meaning to, Megan slid down at just the right angle and my cock was pointed in just the right direction, that it slid right inside of her. She let out a gasp of excitement when she felt what had happened and immediately shifted to a more vertical motion, moving her hips up and down as my cock plunged in and out of her pussy. It was fantastic. Wet and wild. As she sat up to ride my cock, I caressed her slippery breasts and slippery ass with my hands.

After a while, she wanted to try something different, so (very skillfully) she swiveled around to face away from me while keeping my cock inside of her. Then she leaned back so that her back was sliding up and down on my chest. As I continued thrusting into her, I used one hand to caress her slippery breasts and, with the other, I reached down between her legs and started stroking her clit. This was apparently exactly what she wanted because she immediately started moaning, loudly.

We continued in this position for a quite a while as she steadily built toward orgasm. Then, abruptly, she began rolling off of me to our left and reached out her arm to pull me with her. I turned with her and, without losing the connection, I soon found myself lying on my side, while she was on her back with her right leg up in the air, on top of mine. As I continued fucking her, she took over stroking her clit. We were now in a much better position to kiss and began doing so, passionately. With my left hand, which was now under my body, I reach underneath her until I was touching her well-oiled ass. I used my middle-finger to circle her anus, teasing it just a little. This elicited a positive reaction from her, so I went a little further, slowly sticking my finger in up to the first knuckle.

It was then that I got yet another surprise. Megan stopped kissing me, looked me in the eyes, and said -- in her quintessentially British way -- "Jake, I want you to put your cock in my arse." That was honestly the last thing I was expecting from this proper British girl and I was momentarily taken aback. I'd had anal sex a couple of times, but neither was a particularly fond memory. Both girls had done it merely to please me and had not been particularly into it. And in both cases, it had had been so pre-meditated, so non-spontaneous that it hadn't felt very sexy at all. But this was very different. She was asking for it. And I could tell that it had taken her a lot of courage to do so.

I gently slid my cock out of her. It was still covered in oil as well as her own natural lubricant. I withdrew my finger and slowly positioned my cock next to her anus. Then, while I continued to kiss her, I slowly pushed in. She was incredibly tight, and, at first, I wasn't sure it was going to work it all. But then the resistance gave way a little and the tip of my cock made its way in, about an inch or so deep. Megan braced herself and squeezed my arm tightly. But she didn't tell me to stop. Very slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I continued to push my way inside until I was nearly all the way in. It was an unbelievable feeling. So very tight. I began to thrust, ever so slowly, in and out. Megan had now adjusted to the feeling and was clearly enjoying herself. She had resumed stroking her clit and her moans were becoming increasingly frantic.

She pleaded, "faster, Jake, fuck me in the arse." I obliged, picking up my pace and knowing that I couldn't take this much longer. Luckily I didn't have to. After less than a minute, she came hard, almost violently, screaming "Oh fffuuucck, Jake!" The pressure on my cock caused by her spasming was more than I could endure. I too screamed "oh fuck, I'm coming" and let loose, shooting my cum deep into her 'arse.'

As I pulled out and we each caught our breath, she had a huge, triumphant smile on her face. I said, "that was your first time. wasn't it?"

She nodded and then leaned into me, grabbed my head with both of her hands, and planted a huge passionate kiss on my lips. She said, "you're lovely," which caused us both to laugh.

As we lay there recovering, I asked whether the last 24 hours had done anything to alleviate the regret she felt for having missed out on the whole single college girl experience. I told her that, if it makes her feel any better, I was single through most of college and never once had an experience that rivaled last night and this morning.

She smiled at that and then held up her hand, lifting a finger as she checked through each of her firsts from the last 24 hours: "Let's see, first shag in the arse, check. First time watching other people shag, check. First time shagging in front of other people, check. First time getting shagged by two guys at the same time, check. First time shagging a monster-sized cock..."

With that last one, she abruptly stopped, clearly worried that she might have offended me with her reference to Alex's cock size. I put her at ease, "don't worry, we can't all be Alex, I'm cool with that."

She smiled again, "well, I'll tell you one thing, if you were like Alex, I never would have let you get anywhere near my arse." With that we both cracked up.

We talked for a while longer and I eventually got dressed, said goodbye to all three of them, and headed back to the train station.

I only ever saw Megan one other time, a few months later. I was at an ex-pat bar in a nearby town, hanging out with some friends, when she entered with a guy. We made eye contact and she eventually came over to our table and introduced me to Paul, her fiance. We shared a knowing look, and I knew that she had not told him anything about our night together and did not plan to. I completely understood. The night we shared was amazing, but more importantly for her, I think it was what she needed to be able to move on to the next chapter of her life, without regret. That was the last time I ever saw her, but I think about her all the time.

Wife Becomes A Whore

Rob checked his watch as he approached the door to his apartment. It was 6:47pm. He had been sitting in traffic for the past hour and a half, and it took its toll on him, physically and emotionally. He placed his key in the bottom lock and turned it, automatically opening the front door. He stepped through the threshold, into the living room, and his breath was taken away by the shock of the vision before him. Sprawled out on his brown leather sofa was a completely naked man, a total stranger. Rob took an immediate visual inventory. The man was spotlighted by one of the lamps on the tree lamp that stood next to and behind the sofa. His head was tilted back, his arms stretched on either side, resting on the back of the sofa. He had shoulder length, black wavy hair and what could be considered as eleven o'clock shadow. Rob's eyes tilted downward. The man had a film of sweat on his body that gave him a dull, waxy look. His well-developed chest had all but a couple of hairs on it, and it heaved with each deep breath he drew. He couldn't see them man's stomach. The rising and falling of a head of thick, long, curly black and auburn hair blocked his view. It was Rob's wife, Rita. She was on her knees in front of the man who was sprawled out on their couch. Rita was almost completely naked. Rob's eyes scanned down her soft voluptuous, milky white back. She was wearing a pair of shimmering aqua satin panties, and they showed the contours of her ample ass each time her head bobbed on the stranger. "What the fuck is going on here!" Rob shouted as he dropped his laptop satchel.