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I woke an hour or two later and had to pee like crazy, all that champagne I drank. The guys were still up in the living room, talking and drinking. I wondered if they would all want to, or expect to, fuck me again. I didn't have a lot of protection: my clothes were still out there, probably strewn all over the place. And if four guys want to fuck me, clothing isn't much of an obstacle. And I had willingly let them all fuck me earlier, even some more than once. If I had been a professional whore, instead of just an enthusiastic amateur, I'm sure they would all have just come in for seconds and thirds when they felt like it. Since I couldn't do anything about it, I just went back to sleep.
Tommy came in later with my clothes, what he could find of them, and we left. As we left, all the guys kissed me goodnight, and hugged me, and fondled wherever they wanted to. They all felt me up again on the tits, and they all reached under my skirt to put a finger into my juicy pussy once again. I didn't mind. I wasn't sore, I guess being so well lubricated during all the action, and it felt good and it even felt right to have them be inside me again. I willingly opened my legs wide and pumped down on their hands to get their fingers deep. And they took their time, but I didn't manage to come again. Oooh, I didn't want to leave after all that, but leave we did.
Is this going to happen every time Stan comes to town?
- COMMENTS
Anonymous11 days agoAnonymous 7 months ago
I LOVE THIS STORY AND SERIES.
I AM COPY PASTING THIS COMMENT BECAUSE I LIKE IT.
Anonymous - about 2 years ago
This is a very very good story. I gave it a
5- (4.6 = 92%, ★★★★★).
The story is based on or inspired by many real-life experiences of many people.
The story is part of the series and is a direct continuation of Ch. 5.
As to Stan, his character is true to life.
Years and years ago I was spending the summer at my uncle and aunt's.
In their inner circle of friends was one Mr. Stanley (I am not making it up). He was a friend and a major client for their busines.
I saw the 3 of them sitting in the backyard.
My uncle was in the armchair and my aunt and Mr Stanley on the love seat. Mr Stanley's hand was resting on my aunts thigh just above her knee. Then he moved his hand to the middle of her thigh and and nonchalantly started to caress it.
Mr Stanley complimented my aunt's Daisy Dukes, how good they looked on her. He did the same for her yellow bikini...
My uncle said she had bought the items a few days prior. By that point Mr Stanly's hand was on my aunt's thigh very close
My aunt was unabashedly flirting with Mr Stanley. I was 18 at the time and I witnessed adult-style flirting for the first time.
The same evening my unkle & I went to the bowling alley and my aunt was to take Mr Stanley to his hotel. I was young but I thought to myself, "Mr Stanley is fucking my aunt and my uncle not only tolerates that but is an enabler."
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A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.
