The air was stale and hard to breathe. Neither short-sleeved flannel shirt with all buttons undone occasionally nor air conditioning in the office or car, even the fact that total time spent in the open air on the way to work and back home was not more that half an hour could help in this situation. Nothing, just nothing could save you from the heat.

Two hours after he’d had a shower he started to feel the skin on his face become wet and greasy. A drop of sweat would roll down his backbone at first slowly then faster and faster. His boxers were not very close fitting that’s why the drop would slide between the headband and his body along the tailbone between the buttocks touching and tickling tenderly the most secret spot. He couldn’t say if he liked that or not. It always happened so unexpectedly that all he was able to feel was slight tickling, a drop of sweat in his butt and wet coolness. He knew it wasn’t repulsive but he wasn’t willing to repeat that either. He didn’t feel fear of becoming a gay as it seemed so primitive and deserving attention of those only who really had to be afraid of that.

It was mid-August. Midday temperature was over 35 degrees centigrade. Half of the office personnel were on vacation and those unlucky to work in this conditions used to be late for work and disappear after lunch. It seemed everybody from all offices went on vacation. Partners, customers, even the company manager who had never been on vacation and was considered a thorough workaholic stopped replying to e-mails and receiving phone calls, he had forwarded all the calls and correspondence to his employees. There were not so many inquiries. However, business was not very successful as there cannot be any business without people. And those who didn’t manage to leave their workplaces could just envision those more fortunate be dancing at a disco or relaxing in the open air.

There had to be people to support business in these days, those who could verify reports on oil production and transportation, check the workmanship of all the junctions of this well-co-coordinated mechanism and make decisions. One of these people was a director of a branch company in Washington, Victor. His wife called him chief executive officer jokingly. He liked the idea of being a chief manager instead of an ordinary manager. And he hoped that every dog has its day and one day he would have a rest from this work. But it was not today…

Today he had to work until 7 p.m., then drive home, jog at the stadium, shop for food, have dinner alone, watch TV and go to bed in a stuffy room…

Time seemed to be too long in such a hot day, especially if you had to do routine work. It was strange that in retrospect you would think about a short summer but now time turned into this sticky hot air. Two weeks ago his wife went to visit her parents and now called him every day, asked him how he was doing, what he did during the day, whether he missed her or not. But she never asked him if he missed sex. Maybe she took it for granted that he missed her and wanted to make love with her. However she couldn’t even imagine how much he wanted her.

He didn’t like jerking as a means of satisfaction. But the lack of sex made him feel like a balloon being blown up and ready to blow out any time. His capacity of work increased and six hours was enough for sleep, almost no food was needed. But at the same time images of girls were always before his eyes. They were wearing short skirts, high-heeled shoes… and hurrying to their job places. He fancied himself pulling up a tight-fitting skirt, seeing white thongs which could cover just the intimate holes. In his mind he spread plump buttocks, moved panties aside and pressed his mouth to the tender neatly shaved pussy, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her vagina feeling her leaking with tasty juices and opening towards him. His tongue slid a bit aside to the clit and he was happy to notice her bending the back and moaning.

It was very difficult for him to get down to work after such fantasies. And the thing that troubled him even more was his conscience which didn’t allow him to have a mistress. Sometimes it seemed to him this problem had its roots in his early years when his parents divorced due to the father’s mistress. And he didn’t want to lie to his wife who tried so hard to create a perfect picture of family happiness.
But now the seduction was too strong. Victor was willing to free himself from the desperation which strained all his life. Actually he realized it was that warm liquid in his bollocks that he wanted to get rid of. He knew it was bad to free his brutish instincts but now it was the only thing he could think about. His desire developed into a thought and the thought was going to materialize.

He remembered about a place his friend Andrew had told him. It was similar to a saloon of elite prostitutes but Andrew never used this word describing it. Victor considered Andrew to be the last person to approach to a hooker of any kind. He had a beautiful wife who he was in love with and a happy marriage.

Andrew started the conversation about it very carefully that was not peculiar for his character. They had nothing to hide from each other. They could chat freely about their wives and what they preferred in sex. But for their friendship they would probably become swingers inside of these two couples. But it was the risk of losing their strong man friendship that prevented them from this decision and even conversation.

According to Andrew it was something like an inner club which could be entered by married men only on friend’s invitation. Every member of the club received an invitation which could be used to invite a friend. Handing an invitation to Victor Andrew said very seriously:

- Victor if you’re not going to use this invitation in close future give it back to me and forget about it. Inviting you I guarantee that you are a reliable person who can keep secrets. And I hope you won’t lose the invitation as I run the risk of being excluded from the club. It is something that I’d like the least.

The invitation looked like a business card with Ruby V.I.P. in capital letters. There was a picture of a big ruby and an ICQ number. Today he had a huge desire to send a message to this number. Until now he’d had an inner barrier not to contact with prostitutes. And even now he convinced himself just to try it.

- Hi! – He sent, though he didn’t hope for an answer.

- Hello! Send your ID number, please, – was the reply a few minutes later.

Victor typed the number and waited.

- What’s the name of a person who gave you this number?

- Andrew.

Then he received an address and time – today at 7. He could ask questions only face to face. So, he had no choice. Though you always have a choice. He could refuse and stay at home. But in this case he could do a bad turn to Andrew. He knew he was trying to find excuses for what he was doing. Victor smiled. “I’ll go there just to look at the place, it doesn’t make me stay or something…”

II
The door opened and I saw a young pretty woman. Her hair was black and curly. The skin was tender and tanned and the face was very beautiful. Her figure was gorgeous and you could take her for a model but for her nice sexy curves. She looked intelligent. Her look had something that could be grasped only unconsciously: sincerity, benevolence and cheerfulness. She was obviously happy and wanted others to feel happy too.

She was about thirty but her age didn’t add her grey hair, wrinkles or weight; it seemed that the sun made her body even more elastic and juicy.

Her name was Martha.

Victor liked her at the very first minute he’d seen her. She looked at him with no reproach, condescension or indifference as he had expected. It was really strange but he seemed to know her for a long time as if they had gone to the same college or something. She started the conversation easily. They talked about the hot weather and problems that people have in dealing with it. On some impulse Victor wanted to tell her about that drop of sweat which tickled his anus but then he restrained himself.

Martha was wearing a tank top, a short skirt and fluffy slippers. Her skirt and top were snowy white and fitted closely to her gorgeous body. From the first seconds he noticed she had no bra on and areolae of her nipples could be seen through the fabric. But it wasn’t the nipples that attracted his look to her so much.

Inviting him to come in she turned round and in a nice light step went along the corridor. He could look more carefully at her now as she was in no hurry and waited for him to follow her. Victor tried to make out thongs under her skirt but saw nothing of this kind. But there was something up there that made him stop breathing…

At the divide of her halves under the white stretch fabric he saw the shape of a big wine red ruby. “What way is it held up there?” his first thought was. “Probably it’s a part of her thongs”. But in his mind he realized it was something bigger, something that had a cone shape on the one side and a handle of a ball form on the other. He saw such “toys” in porn movies. The cone had to go into a butt and the handle was outside telling everybody the butt was ready for a bigger thing than a cone. Sometimes instead of the handle you could see a horse tail imitation that also looked very sexy.
All that flickered before his eyes just for a moment while they were passing the corridor but it was enough to make his imagination run wild.

Anal sex was a forbidden topic for Victor but it was also so magnetic. His wife strongly objected even the idea of anal pleasures for it was painful and one could have constant problems with a rectum like haemorrhoids, rectal prolapse and others. And he had been blamed for perversion and watching porn films. Generally speaking the theme of anal sex was closed forever in their family.

Martha was obviously enjoying walking in front of him in the corridor. She was wagging her hips putting feet in one line before her.

At last they entered the living room furnished beautifully and sank into soft arm-chairs opposing each other. A glass coffee table was between them with some papers on it. Nothing was on the lower shelf of the table and it could reflect what he was eager to see. But Martha crossed her legs and was a bit squirming in her armchair with a charming smile on her lips. Victor envisioned how deep this cone was inside now and how tightly her butt embraced the narrow part of the handle. He wanted to fuck this lady right now and there.

“She is teasing me, but I like it…”. He decided to concentrate on business. Martha was telling him about how she had made up her mind to start this inner club running.

- I don’t want you to get me wrong. Many men have mistresses who they spent a lot of money on, buy presents convincing themselves they display their love this way. Isn’t that self-deception? Love is something you cannot buy with money. Love is shown with words, feelings, actions. These men just don’t want to see the truth. I’m sure people don’t have to be in love with each other to go to bed together. Usual liking or passion is enough. I love sex, love new sexual games but I know who I make love with. I’ve always got aroused by men who have money. It demonstrates he is strong and smart enough to earn it. You would probably say I reason like an ordinary lover. Well, maybe you are right. But I want to be independent and honest with myself. To reach all my goals in life I need finances. Every man wants his mistress to belong to him only but he can have a few of them. Doesn’t a woman have the same rights? My club is an inner club and here men are equal to women. Men should give money to women, money, not presents. I want people to forget about material things and just enjoy sex here. I want them to be independent from each other and irresponsible for partners. It is the very thing that creates so many problems in relationships.

Victor totally agreed with her. he was surprised by the fact Martha could persuade him so fast that her club had nothing in common with prostitution, it was a new approach to sex-industry. He liked the idea very much. He had always considered hookers were dirty, even a kiss with them seemed contagious to him.

But here he knew the women shared the bed with a few men only and the men were married and well-off if they could afford such service. Moreover they had to be clever to prevent themselves from getting into a pretty mess. Yes, he wanted to be a member of this club.

When Martha gave him a contract to sign, his fears were completely forgotten. Every member had to have a medical and AIDS checkup once a month and provide medical certificates.

Women had to provide the certificates once in two weeks. Partners had to use condoms when practicing both anal and vaginal sex. Victor paid special attention to the rule for the women: they shouldn’t refuse their partners in anal pleasures. He recalled the ruby in Martha’s bottom and his phallus was again as hard as a rock. Now she couldn’t notice his erection as it was hid in the folders of his pants.

He had a few variants of visiting the club, but the fee was different. Anyway it was not much higher than visiting an elite whore, however it was safer.

There was a questionnaire on the table. Martha offered Victor to fill it in. The questions were regarding his preferences in sex. Which girls he liked more: blonde, red-haired or brunette. What made him more excited: high heels, mesh stockings, lacy lingerie, etc. Tattoos, latex, piercing, the color of condoms, etc.

Victor filled the form and read the club rules. There were a lot of rules about safety of any kind. Men and women in the club could not keep in touch. They couldn’t for instance come up to each other in the supermarket and have a chat. Of course, it had some logic as it could compromise either a woman or a man.

Finally Victor signed the document and was on the point of leaving but Martha didn’t want to let him go so soon. She took his questionnaire and read the answers (the rule of the club was that only representatives of the opposite sex could read them and they had no right to divulge the information to other members of the club). It made Victor a bit strained. Can you imagine how it feels when a beautiful woman who you like a lot and want to fuck is studying your sexual likes and dislikes?
She had no stupid smile on her face which he had expected, it was rather a twinkle in her eyes. Her lips half-opened and breath slowed down.

At last she raised her eyes, smiled playfully and asked:

- Do you also like red color?

In the questionnaire he wrote he liked red condoms and it was true.

She parted her legs as if accidentally. This time he didn’t have to look into the reflection in the lower shelf of the glass table. He could see a thin strip of her pubic hair. “She is still teasing me, it’s time to leave…” But he was wrong.

Suddenly she rose and squatted in front of him touching his rigid cock in the pants. He wasn’t going to resist. All he wanted at that moment was to forget about everything and relax.

Without pulling his pants down she unzipped the fly and took a very stiff phallus out. She pulled out the balls too lowering the headband under them. Now his entire tool was stuck out in her hands. She began slowly sucking his bollocks gradually moving to his head. When she reached it she started licking it around pulling the skin down so that the head was bare. She was looking at him. He liked watching a girl giving him head but Martha was the first who was looking straight into his eyes without removing them and even smiling.

She evidently didn’t want him to come now and he didn’t want to stain his T-shirt and pants. But she fondled it for some time swallowing it deep into her throat. He felt her wet tongue stroking the area around the head. He could feel the orgasm building in his balls and was going to burst out. Fortunately a condom of red color appeared in her hand. She smiled playfully again and began pulling the condom carefully on his penis. Now it looked really bellicose!

Martha turned round and lay on the table with her breast squashed against it. She stretched her hands behind and pulled the skirt slowly up. His guesses about the cone, handle and the ruby were right.

- Red should match the red, – she said and he understood what she wanted with no words.

He remembered her squirming in the armchair while they had been talking and his hands shook with excitement when he was pulling the cone out of Martha’s elastic butt. Then Martha pushed a little plastic bottle into the place where the cone had just been. He understood that was a lubricant.
He thrust his cock into her bottom sliding inside easily due to the lubrication and the fact her butt was very well developed. He had barely reached the limit when Martha’s sphincter embraced his shaft tightly. She turned back to him and kissed his lips tenderly.

- Welcome to our club, – she whispered.

He started fucking her; you can’t describe it in any other way. He was fucking her with all his might. She liked that, she was impaling herself on his shaft enjoying the process and moaning all the time. The table was very comfortable; it seemed that it had been made for special purposes. Victor was drilling into her, as deep as he could, up to the balls. She wasn’t trying to resist him. Instead she leaned her hands against the table and moved her thighs apart so that it was comfortable for both of them. She relaxed completely…

It could not last forever and soon she exploded. His orgasm was so strong that he thought everything had ruined around him, he could see nothing and nobody. It was the brightest climax in his life. The feeling of pleasure was spreading all over his body…

Recovering his breath he was lying on her. The drops of sweat were flowing over his face and back, his phallus deep inside her. She wasn’t making attempts to free herself; instead she was kissing his hands lying on the coffee table next to her.

He felt grateful to this woman, he was ready for everything to make it last as long as it could, today, tomorrow, forever. Now he began realizing the role of a mistress in a man’s life. The thought that she was not his mistress didn’t occur to him any more.

They parted with a tender kiss. According to the club rules he could come when he wanted but had to let them know beforehand. Martha reminded him about the medical certificates and showed him her ones which had been given to her three days ago. The members had to provide the certificates and ask for ones from their partners before coitus. It didn’t seem paranoid to him, it even increased his trust to Martha and her club.

- Today I made a traditional present for a new club member. It was risky but so incredibly well! – Martha said and kissed him good-bye.

No duties, no meals in the restaurants or presents, a lot of beautiful girls and an individual approach to every client. Now Victor began to realize why Andrew was so afraid of being excluded from the club.

The first time is inexhaustible subject because to everyone it is special and different in its own way. It is the most memorable, the most unexpected and it stays with one forever. But what is the first time? What can be considered to be the first time? This is the question. Is it the first turn on, the first pleasure, or the first orgasm? For me all three were as important and they all happened on their own, on different occasions. You want me to tell you all of them? I’ll try…

I was quiet a shy guy and it seemed to me that girls weren’t too attracted to me. I thought I will never get to lose my virginity, and all I did was jerk. I learned the art of masturbation since long time ago. I used websites and porn magazines I used to steal from my older brother. So, by the age of 18 I was theoretically ready to do IT and I had learned all I could about a female body, including where was the clit and the G-spot. But practically, hmmm, all I had was my right hand.

But one day I saw the girl from my neighborhood that I really liked. She looked at me like she also liked me. She was with another girl and the three of us started talking and we hang out for a bit. I walked them to their street and asked for her number. I wanted to ask her out for a date.

Everything went on really fast. On or second date we were kissing, and I even got to touch her boobs, through her shirt, but to me this was the most exciting erotic experience of my life. On the third date I swore her “I love you. Eternally.” To me she was this heaven like goddess. I couldn’t believe that such a beautiful girl could give me something more than just a kiss.

It was winter and I was dreaming of summer and I was all about the thoughts of me and her going somewhere just the two of us. I dreamed of the night with her. The night under the moon, and the silence around us, and the ocean waves, and the moon light… and that she will become mine. “Before that, I will never do anything dirty with my girl,” I told myself. I couldn’t help myself. I was in love and even now a WOMAN is a goddess to me, a higher creature. I am always really tender with girls. I like it to be cheesy.

It is fantastic, at first you think it is so unreachable, impossible to happen to you, and boom! It is all yours! It was like a present.

It was winter night, and it was freezing cold outside. We didn’t have much to do so my love-bird told me we could go over to her cousin’s house and hang out there. Her cousin was much older than us and was cool enough to invite us for a dinner. We had pizza and pasta and even beer. It was getting late and I thought I would soon have to go home but they said it was okay if I stayed over. It was very nice of her cousin; she even offered us her second bedroom. As soon as went in and closed the door we started kissing like crazy. Only later I understood she wanted closeness just as much as I did. But back then I thought it takes a lot of effort to get laid with a girl.

What a good kisser, I thought to myself; I lost my head over her kisses. Her full lips, her soft tongue was turning me on so much! We kissed for hours and as got tired from kissing we lied there cuddling and I told her about my dreams, how I wanted to leave with her to the ocean, how I wanted to be closer to her, and that I wanted to get close with her like a man to a woman.

She was listening to me and then asked me if I wanted to try it now meaning that moment. I couldn’t believe it! I was on seventh heaven. I was just about to see her naked. I was about to kiss her and touch her body, I was gonna go inside her, inside my most wanted and most loved one. But she turned down my fantasies. She asked me turn away and not look. I did so. She hid under the blanket and told me that I could take my clothes off as well. I was shaking from excitement and unknown feelings. I took off my clothes really fast and oh, god! My erection went away. I went under the blanket anyways. I hugged her and we kissed. It didn’t help. She felt that and began to kiss my neck and put her hand down there. She touched him and moved her hand up and down but it didn’t help.

“Let’s just try it the way it is now.” – she offered me.

I was burning from embarrassment and I started remembering all the scenes that were turning me on before. It didn’t help. I tried to put it on her bosom but it also didn’t work. I don’t what the girl felt but to me that was total fuck up.

My girl was telling me just to relax, and that it was ok. I ran away to the bathroom and tried to get myself hard. I even talked to the ‘guy’. This was my very first time. The girl got pissed off at me and was disappointed and soon we stopped seeing each other. But her cousin became a good friend of mine. Thanks to her, for my second ‘first time’.

It was summer. I used to hang out over at the cousin’s house all the time. And one day there was this hot brunette, slim wasted with green eyes. She was there visiting her friends, the beauty was already married and lived overseas, but came with her husband. We talked a lot with her. We hang out there till the very late hour. The cousin understood that we got hooked on each other and didn’t want to get on the way. The next day the cousin left to the islands and left her keys to the hottie.

The girl has known about my failure to succeed in losing virginity, and said she knows how to help. The only thing that was on the way was the lack of time we could spend with each other. But one day she managed to get rid off her husband as he left fishing with the guys. When she arranged that she called me. Her voice was so cheeky I understood what was going on right away. I was running, no I flew to that house where I couldn’t do it the first time. I flew on the wings of desire.

She waited for me on the porch and as soon as I stepped on it we started kissing. We barely made it to the same room and lied down on the bed. I put my hand inside her panties right away.

“Don’t hurry,” she said, “let me teach you what it is like to love a woman. That way it will be more sensual and you and I will get more pleasure.”

I gave my entire self and body to her. She was kissing my chest and when I felt her fingers on my stomach I was ready to explode, I was ready for an orgasm without even having a contact at the center of men’s pleasure.

Her kisses were imponderable, which seemed like a light breeze that was cooling of my burning body. Her caresses were driving my crazy and I was ready to jump on her but she wouldn’t let me. I could only kiss and touch her tits and squeeze nipples. I played with her nipples. I can barely describe my sensations from her sizzling body. It was a total blessing. Euphoria. Nirvana. It was like a jump into zero gravity and a fast flight, two feelings at the same time. My hands were all over the bed sheets, my head was tossing on the pillow and my lip was self-bitten long time ago.

All I wanted was to go inside my teacher and feel the relief of that painfully sweet desire. That moment the door bell rang. We never found out who that was. But the nerve shock was so strong we couldn’t continue.

We had to get up and get dressed. When I was sneaking our from the window my preceptress whispered:

“Now you know how to love a woman, and remember, I WANT YOU!”

Unfortunately, we never had a logical end to our feelings with her. I think her jealous husband was suspicious of me and we ended up not even talking anytime after. We never had a chance to be just her and me and she left. Some may say, “man, that is not ‘the first time’” , but to me it was my first lesson of getting and giving pleasure.

And finally! My third try. It wasn’t as memorable. Yes I had my first orgasm. But in the bathroom in front of the mirror, I looked at myself and was like “Why did I do that?” Here is how that happened.

Half a year later it was time to celebrate New Year. I was once again invited to the cousin’s place, my first girlfriend’s cousin’s house. My exgirlfriend was also there but with her new beau. Well, I didn’t have any crazy feelings for her any longer. Later on there was another guest who showed up just on time. It was the cousin’s colleague. To be honest she wasn’t pretty at all. She just had a round ass, big tits and talked a lot. She was fun to talk to. So I and she got drunk. We danced and had fun and ended up in the same room, on the same bed. The bed where I had my unfortunate first experience with a girl I loved, and my second experience with that amazing woman and her kisses. But this time it was all different. It was another girl, other kisses, not the same feelings.

As time went by I started sobering up and in my head I began having not very romantic thoughts. “What am I doing? I don’t even like her. My first love can hear me, what if she will. She’s just behind the door.” But my body was demanding the opposite. I needed an offload. The kisses followed taking of the girl’s clothes. I didn’t even bother taking off her shirt and the skirt. I just pulled it up and moved her panties away. It was absolutely dark and only her quickie fingers got my ‘guy’ inside her, inside the place I dreamed of for so long. The place I desired for. Somehow, that moment the place wasn’t as desired and wanted that moment. I fucked her out but had no emotional pleasure. Just a few minutes of fast rubbing inside her pussy and the girl was having an orgasm. Her wide pussy finally became tighter as she bent over and I finally could feel pleasure.

When it ended I felt shit. It was empty and sad inside me. The girl felt the same. She was quiet as she was lying on my shoulder. She got up and went to the bathroom. Then I went.

O looked into the mirror and couldn’t forget myself for what happened. I felt disgusted and lonely. I so wanted my first real experience to be with my beloved girl or at least with some really hot chick, instead I hurt myself and that girl, the colleague. I was disappointed and ashamed. I had no feelings for that girl…

So those we my ‘first times’. I still dream of the ‘teacher’ and I am really thankful for teaching me the most important thing in the relationship “The more you give, the more you get.”

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This guy doesn’t just live is life, he enjoys every second of it. He loves girls and in this story you’re going to know the way he spends his time.

Hi, guys. My name is James and I live in a nice condo in Miami. We’ve got everything there, a sauna, a gym, a tennis court and a big pool. You can always find something to entertain yourself. I am 27 years old but I don’t work. Why should I? My father owns a car-rental shop and he makes enough money to support a family. He gives me five thousand dollars a month and it’s enough for me to spend my days lazily without working. Maybe you’ll think I am lazy, but what the fuck? I am just in a situation that allows me to enjoy my life, why should I toil for some bastard if I can get the money from my dad?

Actually my philosophy in life is to enjoy it as much as possible. I never save up money for anything because it’s useless, I only like to spend and splurge. Although my mother thinks I should be considering getting married but I really don’t think so. That’s bullshit, I can enjoy life on my own. I can go to the nearest bar and pick up some girls, bring them to my place and fuck the shit out of them. Can I do it if I am married? You know the answer. So, I really don’t understand people who get married, it’s like a dog that agrees to put a collar around her neck, you’re never free after that. Not only do I oppose marriages, but I am also against long-standing relations. If I get a girl, my dates with her last no longer than three or four times. I am always in for new sensations and I advise that you get a life like me. I promise you gonna like it.

Yesterday I spent much time in the bar and didn’t get home until after 1 a.m. I went to bed and woke up pretty late today. I definitely needed to fresh myself up so I decided it would be a great idea to go to the pool. I glanced at the watch and it was 12 in the afternoon, the pool was probably almost empty because people usually come there in the evening after work. I put on my swimming trunks and took the elevator down to the ground floor. I went out of the hotel and headed to the pool. The day was hot and there was a light breeze caressing my body. When I approached the pool I saw two hot chicks sunbathing there. I’ve lived in that condo for more than four years and I certainly haven’t seen them before. They were probably new here and I had to find out what they were doing here. I looked at one of them, she was a hot, black-haired cutie with nice boobs and a slender body. She was wearing a sexy bikini and it looked fantastic on her body. I glanced at the other one, she was a blonde and her body was no worse, her bikini barely covered her slim body and when I felt some kind of warmth filling my crotch. I already imagined their tight pussies impaling on my dick.

“hey, mind if I join you?”, I said and approached them. That was a stupid question of course, the pool belonged to the condo and anyone here could come for a swim.

“Yeah, sure”, the blonde answered and smiled. Her teeth were white and reminded me of a smile from Hollywood.

“So, how’s the water”, I asked and it was another stupid question. The water was always of the same temperature but I needed to ask stupid questions to keep the ball rolling.

“Oh, it’s just fine”, The blonde answered and smiled again.

“oh, I haven’t seen you around cause If you were here before, I’d sure noticed such beautiful ladies”, I said and looked at the black-haired chick.

She gave me a look and then smiled. “We arrived yesterday, we are students and we’ll be having our internship in Miami, it will start only in a week and we’re here to get to know the city better”, She answered and I was hypnotized by her voice. It sounded so sweet and smooth.

“Would you care for a drink?”, I asked and smiled broadly.
There was a pause and then the blonde said, “Well, why not”.

“I’m gonna make you a famous Miami cocktail”, I said and headed to the bar. To be honest I was lying, I didn’t know the recipe for a Miami cocktail but on my way to the bar I figured it had to be something strong to break the ice.

I came up to the bar-tender and asked him to make me AK-47, that’s a mixture of vodka, whisky and some other stuff with some lemon juice, it’s pretty strong but easy to drink. You don’t even notice how quickly you become drunk.

I came back with a tray with three glasses on it. We sat near the pool and started drinking. In a few minutes the alcohol did its job and I saw smiles on their faces, they got more relaxed and talkative. I brought a second round of cocktails and our informal talk went on.

“Hey, why don’t we go to my place, it’s kind of windy here”, I said. There was a light breeze and it could hardly be called wind, but I just said it, I really wanted to get some privacy with those chicks.

They were pretty tipsy and agreed easily. When we were in the elevator, they were laughing and telling me some stories from their lives. I was not listening to them, I was gazing on their legs openly, at their bikini as if trying to penetrate them with my eyes.

When we got to my place I got a bottle of vodka from the bar and poured it into big glasses, I mixed it with orange juice to make screw-drivers. Then I handed them the glasses and invited them to the bedroom.

We sat on the bed and I put my arm around the blondy, she didn’t do anything to stop me and I started rubbing her back. The black-haired cutie smiled at me and sat closer, I put my hand on her thigh and stared rubbing it too.

“Hey, Mr. Sexy, are you hoping to get anything from decent ladies”, The black-haired cutie said but didn’t do anything to stop me. I moved my hand under her legs and pressed my fingers to her pussy, she arched her back and closed her eyes. Suddenly I felt blondy’s hand on my pants, she was rubbing the bulge on my pants. The black haired cuite pushed me and I lay in bed, they quickly took off my pants and my trunks. My dick was hard already and they bent down over it.

“Wow, we see someone is horny”, I couldn’t tell who said that. But in a second I felt two tongues licking my dick.

“ohhhhhh, was the only thing I could say.

Their sluttish tongues started dancing on my dick, the blondy focused on my dickhead and started licking all the precum off it, no sooner did she lick my dickhead clean than more precum appeared on it, meanwhile the black-haired cutie went down to the base of my penis and down to my balls. Her wanton tongue was wandering all over my balls and sometimes I even felt it over my anus.

“My pussy wants some fun too, the black-haired cuite said and moved closer to me, she crouched and sat right on my face! Her pussy was pressed to my mouth and no sooner did I understand what was happening than she started rubbing it all over my mouth and my face, making me wet with her love juices. Meanwhile the blondy was working on my dick, she took it deep into her mouth and I could feel her warm saliva nursing my dick together with her skillful tongue.

I already understood what the black-haired cutie wanted and stuck my tongue out, it went deep into her pussy and she moaned. I started moving it up and down her pussy as if tongue-fucking her, in a minute I took my tongue out and focused on her clit, it was big and swollen. I started circling my tongue all over her clit, if a minute I felt she needed something more so I stuck my two fingers into her cunt and kept my tongue dancing on her clit, I started rubbing the upper walls of her vagina. When two minutes passed I felt that this slut needed more and stuck one more finger into her soaking cunt. I started drilling her real fast while my tongue was furiously licking her clit, in about a second she arched back and started thrashing like a fish in the net.

“Oh, Fuck, don’t stop, give it to me!”, she shouted and I felt her pussy contracting on my fingers, I intensified the tempo trying to color her orgasm but that was not necessary, she came like she never did before.

The blonde was licking all over my dick and I felt that I needed more. I rose in bed and spread the blonde’s legs, she lay down and smiled. When I brought my dick to her cunt I was surprised how wet it was. She got too excited from watching her girlfriend cum, she definitely wanted to cum too. I easily penetrated her and started moving my dick all the way down her pussy. She arched her head, closed her eyes and started moaning, my dick was rock-hard and I was ramming her cunt like never before. I felt so horny, I wanted to take all of that bitch. The black-haired cutie meanwhile got over the orgasm and crawled to her friend, she started licking her clit while my dick was ramming her pussy. Having felt that, the blondy arched her back more and spread her legs wider, she virtually started screaming and I could see she was really horny. In about a minute, the black-haired cutie changed her tongue on her fingers, she started rubbing her friend’s clit intensely and soon I felt the blonde started cumming, her orgasm was overFuckingwhelming, it felt that my dick was trapped in the grips when her pussy started shrinking, she closed her eyes and started shaking, it took me a lot of efforts to keep her on my dick, she was cumming for like three minutes, when she finally came, she went still and motionless, I took my dick out of her and lay near.

“So, why don’t you ride me”, I suggested.

The black-haired cutie said nothing, she just smiled and mounted my cock. Her pussy was socking wet and when she started going up and down my cock there were some funny noises produced by her pussy. It seemed that she was leaking and the love juices from her pussy flooded my dick and balls. She kept riding my dick like a wild cow-girl, I was just lying in bed trying to prolong my pleasure but that was not easy, I was close to cumming.

“I’m gonna cum now!”, I said in a low voice.

She immediately got down from my dick, by that time, the blonde babe got over the orgasm, they both lay on the bed and I kneeled over them with my dick over their faces. They reached their hands and started caressing my balls.

“Give it to us, give us your cum”, they said and opened their mouths wide.

I started jerking my dick and in about two seconds the spurts of cum started shooting out of it, landing on their faces and in their mouths. They were smiling with their mouths open trying to catch more and more of my cum. I kept jerking my dick and my white semen seemed to be eternal, I just kept cumming and cumming and soon their faces, hair and breasts were all covered with the drops of my cum. When I finally drained my balls, I collapsed onto the bed and closed my eyes.

As soon as I did that I felt their tongues on my dick, they were licking it clean and playing with it. Someone’s hand squeezed my dick trying to get more cum out of it, they were playing with my dick for about three minutes and stopped only when it was crystal clean. I opened my eyes and looked at them. Their faces were all covered in my sperm.

I smiled and thought that the night was going to be even more exciting.

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A lucky guy meets two Swiss girls and they invite him to the hotel where they are staying. It’s gonna be a hot night!

Evening. About 11 p.m. I was talking to my friend I hadn’t seen for ages. We were standing near the supermarket and I noticed 2 pretty girls were examining us with their laughing-playing looks. Then (as far as I got) they took some decision and headed to our direction.

As they came closer I took a chance to estimate them. They both were of about the same height 5.6 ft, one of them was blond, and the other one was brunet. Their nice shapes were seen through their tops. The same I could tell about their short skirts on their butts. I should mention that I prefer mature women!

- “Can you help us?” – asked the brunet girl when they came up to us. – “We’re from Geneva, Switzerland and we’re lost here a bit. Can you tell us where Radisson Hotel is? Cause we just were walking here and now can’t find it.”

My friend started giving them directions on how to get to the point and I couldn’t hold myself from examining their hot bodies. Brunet girl had such plump E-sized breasts that I felt the sudden desire to squeeze them hard. The blonde girl wasn’t of that figure-sort, but she had plump big lips and big frightened-doe-blue eyes. After they knew where to go we parted. I and my old friend went to get a hack to find some bar to talk and brink to our friendship.

I’m not going to describe our following talks. There was nothing interesting!

The most interesting began later. I was walking along the park path after the global talks with the bosom. I was quite tipsy. The lane was lighted perfectly. I breathed in the smell of trees, leaves round the path and suddenly I heard…

- “Help!!! Help!!!” – There was the girl’s call and the sound of running steps.

I do not scare easily and when I’m drunk I feel myself both as a hero of an action movie and a fearless macho. I rushed to the help-callings and… almost burst into laugh!… I thought there some maniacs-murderers were raping some local “porn star”, but in fact I saw an 18-year-robber caught my Geneva girls menacing them with something. One his-ass-kick and that unaccomplished “maniac” vanished.

The girls were crying. I tried to come them down a bit. Finally I was getting tired of it and offered to lead them to their hotel. We were walking along the empty roads (it was probably 2 a.m.) chattering, laughing. They told me that the brunet one was Helga, and the blonde one was Greta. From time to time I touch their hands or sides as if by chance and they laughed in their return.

We reached the point and they get whispering discussing something. I didn’t know what was going on but I felt myself pretty confused just standing there and watching their whisperings.

But here Helga turned her pretty face to me and said:

- “Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?” – The playful smile shone on her lips.

“That’s so late to hail a taxi!” – I was thinking at that moment.

- “I think I can come just for a second in order to call a short!” – I agreed.

We entered their suit. It’s pretty nice, though typical for the hotel. The girls ordered 3 cups of coffee. To be honest I was so tired I didn’t want any coffee I just wanted to get home and fall asleep in my bachelor bed.

Greta went to the bathroom to get ready to sleep; she was as tired as I. We were talking to Helga, she was so sweet.

“Where on earth is my cab, I wonder?” – I said in wonder suddenly. And only now I got the fact that I forgot to call it!

“Oh, please, stay with us! We won’t bother you! I’m going to go to bed. If you want you may take a shower. I’ll make a bed for you. Please… Stay here…”

She looked so open-hearted, that I thought it would be unpleasant to refuse her proposal. I decided to accept her invitation because of several reasons: first of all I didn’t call a cab, that’s why it would take me about 20 minutes to wait for it if I called it otherwise, then I was tired, I wanted to sleep terribly.

- “Ok, in this case, if you don’t mind of cause, I want to take a shower.” – I said smiling.

Helga looked happy.

I washed myself and now I was ready to sleep. I step out of the bathroom trying to find the bed Helga promised to make for me. But here I heard the calm voice from the bedroom.

- “Come here! You’ll sleep with us! Didn’t you get that it is a king-size bed suit?” – Helga almost whispered.

I lay between the girls. Helga turned off the light. Greta was already sleeping. In about 5 minutes I put my hand around the waist of Helga just by chance. There is no reaction in her return. Here I felt my dick was getting hard. The desire over flew me as if it was my first sex.

I moved closer to her and hugged her plumpy breasts from the rear squeezing them bit by bit. I felt her nipples becoming strong, that was so exiting! I kept squeezing her breasts and started tenderly kissing her ear. Helga was getting excited. I felt it by her hot breath and hardly hold in moans. She turned her face to mine and I kissed her tenderly, slowly at first. Her lips were so sweet, soft and hot! Oh, what a pleasure was to kiss them. I put her on her back and found her panties under the blanket with my finger. My finger was closer and closer to her small hole… here it was… it was wet round it already… my finger was entering her… it was so much wet, hot and tight in there. Here she was whispering to me:

- “Let’s go to the bath, please!!!”

I’m not to be asked twice. I almost jumped out of the bed and we slipped into the bathroom soundlessly! I was afraid Greta could awake and spoil our mystery but everything was ok. We were in the bathroom already… I grabbed her to the waist and pulled her to me close… I was kissing her lips, her neck, her tits… that was so tempting… my palms was already squeezing them… here I turned her back to me and moved apart her panties with my finger… I took my dick out and pressed it to her lower lips… I moved my member to and froe over them and… entered her slowly from the rear as deep as I could. That was fantastic!!!! I set fucking her slowly, tenderly and then feeling my upcoming orgasm I sped up… now I was fucking her hole like mad… her moans were commixed with the champing sounds of her vagina. That was the sort of special music! Here she suddenly arced her back, cried out and went limb in my arms.

- “That’s so good!!! I don’t feel my legs… I feel so good!!!” – She murmured. She came.

I took my dick out of her and lied her down on the floor. I set down next to her. Helga was mumbling that love things that are pretty typical for such situations. But I didn’t come! My dick was still hard on!

- “Damn! She’ll be in this condition for about half an hour! What to do? I want to fuck!” – I was thinking to myself.

I stood up quickly and opened the door, I just wanted to take the cigarettes but here I ran against the second girl. Greta was standing behind the door. Her hand was under her panties working furiously in there. It seemed she saw no one at this moment. I grabbed her and rushed into the bedroom… I almost threw her onto the bed, tore away her panties and thrust my dick inside her wet, tight vagina… her hole was squelching… I was ramming her furiously hard. That looked perfect I think: her red face with eyes closed, with lip bitten was groaning to the rhythm of my fucking movements. Her breasts were jumping under the jersey, her lower lips were moving apart from my force… all that just merged into one picture in my mind and I was almost burning in all that with great pleasure… here I felt all my body was getting strained and here the powerful orgasm overflowing me in a flash. I felt I was falling somewhere down and flying at the same time. The last thing I remember I took my dick out of Greta and covered her belly with my sperm.

I awoke the next morning with those two girls by my sides! The following marathon fuck was just awesome… but I’ll tell you about it next time. See you!

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