For the Saturday, June 18 governorship election in Ekiti State, Yiaga Africa employed the Parallel Votes Tabulation (PVT) methodology and deployed 500 observers in pairs to a representative random sample of 250 polling units, 25 mobile observers in all 16 local government areas (LGAs) and 16 LGA results collation observers.

This deployment strategy enabled Yiaga Africa to provide timely and accurate information on the Election Day process commencing from the set-up, voter accreditation, voting, and counting and to independently verify the official results for the Ekiti gubernatorial election as announced by the Independent National Electoral Commission (INEC).

The process and results verification statement is based on reports from 245 to 250 (98%) sampled polling units in Ekiti State.

Yiaga Africa commends INEC for the marked improvement in logistics management and the deployment of the Bimodal Voter Accreditation System (BVAS) for the election. The retinue of National Commissioners and Resident Electoral Commissioner deployed for the election improved the quality of oversight and fast-tracked escalation and response to Election Day challenges. Yiaga Africa commends civil society groups and media organizations for the sustained oversight of the electoral process before, during, and after the election.

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The Academic Staff Union of Universities (ASUU) has declared that the ongoing strike will be extended if the Federal Government refuses to attend to its demands.

The National Chairman of ASUU, Emmanuel Osodeke, disclosed that the Union will meet with the Vice President Yemi Osinbajo to handle their demands.

“Where we are now, we will take the case above the minister, the president can direct the Vice President to handle it, he is a Professor, but they are busy running around the country.

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My story took place some years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday, because it was my first experience into the side of "forbidden sex", if you want to look at it in that way.

I am a happily married woman with a tall and very handsome man. For me, he is an excellent lover, as well as a good friend and partner. I am brunette, dark hair, tall, with a quite acceptable body, good enough for many men who turn around to look at me, checking my booty and legs carefully.

When this story happened, I enjoyed a relatively full active sexual life with James (my husband), and contrary to my friends with partners sexual life, it has been increasing until today.

At that time, I was only practicing simple and classic sex, just with my partner and using basic positions: Missionary, doggy style and cowgirl, but... something happened that changed that vision forever.

My way of dressing never was excessively provocative, except for some occasions when I put on tight leggings, which sensually marked my pelvis and my booty, especially revealing my small underwear, which my husband loved.

Although the shirts that I usually wear are tight, they also show the appearance of my breasts, whose size is regular, but very well formed.

I want to detail my common underwear. As I said before, James always liked me wearing lace thongs, and my way of sleeping was always wearing a T-shirt and a small thong, which did not last long, because almost every night, he ripped it off to Bleep me, sometimes very carefully and others like a beast. I love when he hits me very hard in that way.

One day, Sunday, if I remember well, I woke up very agitated, and totally wet between my legs, caused by a dream, where I saw myself having sex with a man who wasn't James. That dream had a truly real feeling, and I remembered each one of the sensations. I was a little ashamed, and I also felt guilty, since I have always been faithful to James and at this time, I don't even know how such attitude crossed my mind, because it seemed something wrong and out of my principles, due this, I never told my husband about the dream.

Time was passing, and one day, James told me about a career friend coming to visit him from New York; he was going to stay in the city for almost 2 weeks. James suggested he could stay with us at home during that time.

Truly, I have always disliked sharing our living space with other people, but despite that, I agreed and accepted it without much objection.

I don't want to go into more detail and I will jump to the day Peter arrived. My husband James went to pick him at the airport. He was a tall, dark, strong guy with a very nice character.

The first four days were totally normal, at night, we went out to show him the city, from time to time we went out to dinner and on other occasions we went out to dance and have a few drinks to enjoy the nightlife.

Peter had his bedroom next to ours and very close to the bathroom. I make this clarification so you can imagine the house distribution.

On the fifth day of Peter's stay in the house, James told me he had to be absent for the weekend, because of a work trip outside the city, but things were not going to change and Peter still could stay with us, and he only would be absent until next Monday morning.

James left on Friday afternoon, I took the opportunity to visit a friend's new house, since Peter was going to visit another nearby friend, I gave him the keys of the house, because I didn't know who was going to arrive back first.

Around twelve o'clock at night, I returned home, I went in without making too much noise to avoid waking up Peter. When I went to my bedroom, I noticed the door of Peter's room was open, and with a little light coming from the corridor, I could see Peter who was lying down completely asleep, but only covered with the sheets up to his waist, with his body apparently completely naked, and, in the lower part, between his legs, his bulge was perfectly noticeable.

Well, obviously I moved to my bedroom, but surprisingly, when I went to bed, I noticed that my underwear was totally wet, and although I refused to believe it, I was a bit aroused.

It was hard for me to fall asleep, in my mind I saw Peter's half-covered body again, the bulge between his legs covered with the sheets, and from time to time I also remembered that dream having sex with a stranger, the way how I did it, the sensations came to my mind very clearly, all that set of thoughts disturbed my sleep.

The next day, Saturday, I woke up hearing the shower noise, since Peter had entered the bathroom, I decided to get up to go to the kitchen and prepare the breakfast. I was dressed only with a t-shirt, when I left the room I inevitably passed in front of the bathroom, the door was half-closed, I don't know if this was by mistake or not... our shower has totally transparent glasses, and, like possessed by some strange force, I hid to look, being able to contemplate with the visibility allowed by the steam, Peter's completely naked body, who was beginning to soap himself, at first I saw him from behind, his butt facing me in all its splendor, along with his firm legs.

Peter began to soap his head first, which made him close his eyes completely, at that moment he turned to receive the water on his back, now leaving his cock under full view to my careful look, although flaccid, it had a considerable size, looked quite thick, and very hairy, my mind wandered for a moment, imagining it erect and firm, especially when he began to wash it, since he touched it and moved it from side to side.

I quickly left the scene for two reasons, the first was Peter was starting to be able to open his already washed eyes and notice my presence, but the main reason: I was aware of the situation I was living in, spying on a naked man...

I went to the kitchen and prepared some breakfast, after that I went back to my room and waited for Peter to finish taking the shower, but this time I closed the door very well, I did not want to be the victim of prying eyes myself.

That morning I put on a very short dress, due to the hot weather we were starting to feel, without a bra, when I sat at the table with Peter, we talked about everything, but I tried not to say or discover anything about the shower scene.

Every time I stopped to look for something, I noticed Peter looking directly to my legs and booty, those looks provoked in me, although I did not want it, a certain degree of sexual excitement, an inevitable situation that started the involuntary erection of my nipples, making them stand out very noticeably in my thin dress, of course, Peter noticed it, and on several occasions, I surprised him looking directly at my breasts.

So the day passed, Peter went out in the afternoon, and I stayed at home. That day was very hot, a situation that I took advantage of at night. As Peter told me he would be late for bed, I took the opportunity to go to my bedroom early, I tried to read, but I couldn't concentrate, since my mind wandered with the memory of Peter in the shower, his cock in the air, his looks at my legs and breasts, also adding the memory of my dream having sex with a stranger, that sea of thoughts did not leave me alone, and a crazy idea crossed my mind, I wondered, how Peter would be under sexual action. The truth is those things was going round on my mind, causing an intense and involuntary sexual excitement, which led me to start touching myself over my underwear, realizing that I was totally wet.

Those thoughts were growing more and more, and I decided to try an idea. I searched for a semi transparent underwear set, which only covered me up to a couple of centimetres below my breasts, leaving my entire belly visible.

Calculating Peter's arrival at the house, I brazenly left my bedroom door open, and the light of the lamp dimmed to low intensity, I layed down and half covered myself with the sheets, exposing my leg, located at the edge of the bed with a view of the door and part of my pussy without any clothes on it, but always with my tiny thong on, pretending to be asleep, with a book lying on the bed.

After a short time, I felt the sound of the keys at the front door. Peter was coming into the house, I heard his footsteps approaching his bedroom, but he stopped in front of my door as expected... There was silence for a long minute, then he continued on his way up to his bedroom. For a moment, I thought he went to sleep after just watching me on the bed, but I had a surprise incoming, because in a couple of minutes, I felt his footsteps heading to my room, but this time not with the sound of shoes, but, totally barefoot, I couldn't tell how he was dressed, since I preferred to keep my eyes closed, still pretending to be asleep.

I felt how he leaned gently on my bed, next to me, and very subtly placed one of his fingers on my leg, then two, until he gently placed his entire hand, perhaps in a gesture of trying not to wake me up. He began to move his hand up over my leg, until he reached my pelvis, which he touched very carefully. My heart started to beat faster and faster, perhaps because of the arousal I was feeling. Also my skin was noticing it, although I didn't want it, gave me goosebumps, and my nipples were erect.

Peter ran his fingers over the small triangle on my thong, feeling my pubic hair on it, then he descended between my legs, always without separating his touch from my skin, feeling the entire entrance of my pussy, which at that time was totally soaked while his fingers were running up and down my throbbing lips.

Surely he noticed the erection of my nipples, since he gently touched them with his other hand, and then proceeded to raise my short nightgown to expose both of my breasts completely. The truth is I was dying to look at his cock, and see the dimensions it had reached so far, but I still felt a certain fear of what I was doing, so I kept my eyes tightly closed.

Suddenly, I felt how both hands touched my thong, proceeding to take off it very slowly, since it was tiny, it didn't cost him too much to do it, besides, I didn't put up much resistance. Finally he took it off completely, leaving my pussy totally exposed and my legs in an open position. Peter placed his fingers again, but this time on the pubic hair, he began to go down towards my vaginal lips, going over them gently, the truth is that sensation made me shudder, when he reached the small opening of the pussy, which of course was totally wet. Peter, very delicately, began to introduce one of his fingers, first just a little, until he got it completely into, that drove me crazy, it was hard for me to hide my arousal, even more when he began to move it inside me.

One of my hands rested on the side of the bed, suddenly, I felt something touching it, I slightly opened my eyes, and I could see his bulge with a big cock wanting to come out from his underwear. Peter was beginning to touch his bulge with increasing rhythm under the palm of my hand, which until now had remained motionless. My arousal began to rise. At that moment I couldn't take it anymore, and my fast and sonorous breathing began to be noticed, I simply opened my hand and took that bulge squeezing it, Peter groaned and looked me straight in my eyes.

I took my hand out of his bulge and with a single pull I took off his boxers, exposing a hard cock, large, very thick and quite veiny, the head of his cock was super wet, I began to masturbate him, while he continued doing the same work at my pussy.

His other hand pounced on my tits, which he began to touch desperately, as I could I moved to reach his cock with my mouth, sucking it very delicately.

My tongue traveled around that veiny cock from top to bottom, and Peter's gestures made it clear he was having a lot of fun, the masturbation I gave him with my mouth made me shiver. With an almost athletic movement, Peter positioned himself in such a way that we did a perfect 69, his sex was located in front of my mouth and my pussy on him, at the same time, we began to give each other a lot of pleasure, I felt his tongue moving around the lips of my pussy, inserting it inside me from time to time, rubbing my clitoris, I did the same with my mouth and his penis.

Very soon, Peter couldn't take it anymore, and coming out of that position he threw me on the bed, opened my legs, and placed the tip of his huge cock at the entrance of my little pussy, he began to rub it lightly, from top to bottom, my arousal grew, and I felt that cock perfectly at the entrance of my sex, then he stopped, he took my hips with both hands and with a single pull, he inserted it very deeply, at that moment we made a joint moan. I felt his member really hard and veiny inside me, he began to move with energy, my hands instinctively reached his butt, which was really powerful and hard, our bodies began to sweat.

After a few minutes, he took out his cock, grabbed me, lifting and turning me, to continue banging me in doggy style, his rhythm increased and I was near climax, I asked to mount him like a cowgirl, he agreed, it was the moment in which I felt his deepest penetration inside me, his breathing increased, he told me he couldn't take it anymore and he was going to cum into me. At that moment I began to feel my orgasm, an intense fluid inside me announced he had already spread all his milk on me, I fell slumped on his sweaty body, and so we stayed resting through the course of the night. I couldn't believe it, I had sex for the first time in my life with a man other than my husband, but the truth is that I really enjoyed it.

The next morning, Peter was already in his own bedroom, and I was resting nude only with the sheets, when my husband James arrived, he greeted me with a tremendous kiss on the mouth.

The day continued normal, though always hiding the special night with Peter.

There were only a few days left for Peter to leave us and return home, when one morning James told me about a strange dream he had, he saw me having sex with another man, that comment scared me, but he told me, the strangest thing was himself getting aroused because that, seeing me Hot and also, at one point in the scene, he got into the game with me and that stranger. I just looked at him very fixedly. This idea was beginning to arouse me, since it would be only sex, I asked him with a little fear of his reaction if he would like to try it. James agreed and we fastly planned to include Peter in this new adventure.

We agreed to go dancing and start some friction with Peter during my dancing time with him.

So we did, I put on a short dress and we left the house. We arrived the place far from the city and entered, the whole atmosphere was appropriate, sexy music, low lights, and few people.

We began having some drink at the table, then I did the first dance with my husband, we danced very sensually, he was taking me at the waist and I was very close to his body, after a few minutes James suggested to Peter doing some dancing with me, he agreed and between movement and movement, Peter was touching my breasts, he grabbed my hips, but with his hands a little lower, heading near my booty.

After a while we went to sit down, but this time I sat between Peter and James, during the conversation, I began to rub my leg next to Peter, as we had already had a previous encounter, it was not very difficult for me to make Peter enter the game, especially when I lowered my hand and placed it over his bulge.

In a reflex action, Peter hugged me and began to caress my back in front of my husband's eyes, his caresses were increasingly sensual, until he began to move his hands along my sides, bringing them closer and closer to my breasts, which very blatantly he began to grope me through my clothes.

While this was happening, James stared at me, winked, and told me he knew everything about last night's adventure. Peter and himself prepared it and that scene aroused him as much as being the husband of a really bitch and Hot woman.

He suggested leaving the place and going to another more discreet location, the message was clear for us, we would continue with the adventure at home. That night was fantastic, I had never felt any kidn of sex so strong being banged and possessed by two men at the same time, each one was in charge of a nipple, while one was doing a great work on my pussy, the other put his veiny and hard cock in my mouth.

It was a very exciting adventure that we repeat every time we have the opportunity.

After this adventure I was able to differentiate between making love and having sex, the first one is something that you only do with your partner, the second is only limited by your mind.

BellaPerrix ❤️ Curious girl, always ready to make your days better.

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It was not long after that Becky told both Sarah and I that she was headed back to Japan in less than a week. She explained she had found a job in Hokkaido that paid very well, and she had a couple of friends who were headed to the same school to teach. Sarah took a couple of days off work to help Sarah shop and get prepared but on the day before she was to leave, Sarah had to go to the office. That morning I made eggs for Becky, hoping she would come to enjoy them. I was happy when I heard her door open, then even happier to see her wearing the thin t-shirt I always fantasized about her in. I didn't try to stop myself from openly staring at her tits, knowing it was my last chance, and she seemed to somehow like how desperate I was.

Normally I would have refilled her juice, but today I was so distracted I just sat there. When Becky got up to go to the fridge, my eyes followed her and my eyes widened when I realized she was not wearing anything under the shirt. I could clearly make out her ass crack through the thin material and she poured her drink. When she came back and sat down she had a big smirk on her face.

"So...I know you're going to miss this a ton...I'll miss it a little too." She took a long sip through her straw, knowing she had my attention as long as she wished to have it.

"I'm going to give the guy I've been seeing a nice goodbye Bleep in a while." She paused, as if to torture me with the image. But, since you have been pining after me for so long...you have two options." Another pause as she smiled wickedly. "You can wait for me to come hope later this afternoon and get sloppy seconds..."

I was breathing heavy just at the thought.

"Or...if you don't want to wait...you can get your face right up in this ass you have been staring at for so long...and jack yourself off while kissing it."

Becky walked over and stood in front of me. My hands reached out to the back of her bare legs and stroked them.

'Wouldn't you like that?" she asked, reach back and pulling my hands up so they were feeling her perfect ass cheeks.

It wasn't clear which she was referring to, but I felt the intense need to cum, and something in my mind rationalized but choosing to Bleep her later due to the risk that something could once again stop it from happening. I told her I wanted to kiss her ass and she made me repeat it...made me beg to kiss her ass.

"And you're going to cum for me?" she asked in an innocent voice. I assured her I was. She giggled, then turned around. She ass was right there, under her shirt. I felt like I was being given some wonderful gift and thanked her as i slowly raised her shirt and exposed her creamy, bare ass. I started to kiss it softly, over and over and she bent forward, ensuring her cheeks were spread and asshole readily presented. As I started to kiss and lick her ass crack I started to stroke faster. This really was my fantasy come true...my face buried in beautiful Becky's ass. When I first kissed her asshole I felt my cock throb and knew I wouldn't last much longer. I french kissed it desperately, turned on even more as she pushed her ass back forcing my tongue deeper. I couldn't hold back any longer and shot onto the floor as my sister-in-law giggled.

When Becky left the next morning, Sarah may have wondered why I thanked her back when she thanked us for letting her stay. What she doesn't know is when Becky hugged me goodbye, she whispered that I might get to put 'that big cock into me' next time she was in town.

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My wife Sarah and I hadn't had sex for 3 months.

Sarah is a beautiful woman, with long brown hair (which she usually wore up), brown eyes, high cheekbones and inviting lips. She worked out regularly and it showed. Sarah is slim, and her strength training classes had resulted in some definition in her arms. Her boobs aren't big, but they are firm as is her ass. I had always found her very attractive, although if I am honest sex with her had never been white hot.

When we met we were both 30 and ready to settle down. We got along great, fell in love, got married just over a year later. We used to Bleep regularly, then we gradually slowed. I got tired of her putting me off until finally I stopped trying.

Other than a lack of sex my life is not bad at all. We are both 37 now and have a quaint New England home near the city. We don't have kids so we are both focused on our careers. I am doing ok at work and Sarah is doing very well. Sarah is very ambitious. She works longer hours than I do and has a long commute to the office. Since I work from home, my commute is literally two minutes from bed.

Life had become rather routine. We both have our morning rituals. I usually made myself breakfast and walked the dog while Sarah would leave early and have a protein bar in the car. When Sarah left I would play some video games before focusing on work. Honestly, before I really got down to things I would often click on some porn and pretty regularly jack off.

When Sarah told me that her little sister was coming back from Japan and would be staying with us a while my first reaction was that it would be a pain. I liked my alone time and having someone else kicking around would definitely change the vibe.

As I thought about it more though I realized it wouldn't be all bad. Becky was 14 years younger than Sarah and had become quite a beauty. She was pretty even when I first met her at 16. Since Sarah's family had always lived on the opposite coast, we only saw her her sister and parents once a year and in each visit I had seen Becky grow into a confident, extroverted babe. I actually hadn't seen her since she left for her last semester of college in Japan. She ended up staying two years teaching English and now was apparently going to return and find a 'real job'.

I'm not proud of the fact that in the days before she arrived, I was jacking off to thoughts of young Becky. I imagined what it would be like to see her standing in front of me naked, showing me her taught body. When the day for her to arrive finally came, I got a little blood in my cock just at the mention of her.

I went out to meet my sister-in-law as the taxi pulled up. As Becky opened the door and came out I saw she was now even hotter than I had imagined. Her face definitely reminded me of my wife's but less sharp and more...sultry. Her hair had hints of blonde highlights and flowed feely over her shoulders and down her back. Becky's eyes were brown like Sarah's but her younger sister's had a glint of mischief in them. She was dressed for the summer weather, in a short floral dress that showed off soft curves including two pert tits that were not constrained by a bra. The soft skin she exposed on her shoulder and legs appeared lightly oiled, and even her painted toenails that peaked through her sandals looked inviting

I realized she may have noticed me checking her out so I tried not to appear too eager when she smiles broadly. I was a little surprised when she kissed me on the lips and gave me a hug. As I paid the cab driver I took the chance to check out her ass while she greeted Sarah with a hug and a squeal. I could make out pink or red panties through the white skirt that left most of each generous ass cheeks exposed. God, she had been with us less than a minute and I was already hard.

The three of us sat in the backyard to enjoy the sun and Becky started to tell us stories of her adventures in Japan. She clearly enjoyed telling us these stories, many about her struggling to adapt to local culture. I enjoyed listening to her and also took advantage of the chance to stare at her while she talked. I imagined what it would be like to touch her smooth legs. When she crossed her legs I thought I might get a quick glimpse of her panties.

"Now I just need a job and a man!" I heard her say.

Sarah asked what she wanted to do and it was clear Becky had no real idea. I picked up on her other comment.

"Did you...have a boyfriend in Japan?"

Becky laughed and looked me right in my eyes, making me squirm a little.

"Oh, there were a lot of boys..." she giggled. "...but maybe it's time I had a real man."

I didn't know what to say so was happy when Sarah piped in with a suggestion that she could ask around her office to see if there was any admin work for Becky. Becky didn't seem to love the idea but agreed.

The next day Sarah headed off to work before Becky woke up. I heard our young guest moving around in her bedroom so decided to make her some breakfast. I was frying eggs for her when she came out, wearing only a long night shirt (and I assumed, panties). I tried not to be too obvious about staring at her bare legs and feet and told her breakfast was on the way.

"Thanks Mark...", she smiled. "I could get used to this!"

I brought her eggs, then poured her a juice. We talked about what she had planned for the day, which wasn't really a lot. She was going to see a friend she knew it town that afternoon. She joined me in a video game and I was so distracted by her legs and bare feet that she embarrassed me. I tried to work, but hearing her in the shower made me think of how close her nude body was. As soon as she left I jacked off.

This became rather a pattern in the days to come. Sarah would leave, I would hear Becky wake up late, I'd make her breakfast and she would plop down and be served by me. I didn't mind...she consistently would arrive wearing just the night shirt and panties. I had confirmed she was wearing panties because I could see the outline when she would bend over or reach for something in the kitchen. Sometimes, depending how she sat, I could see a little of her panties while we played a game in the morning.

One morning the second week she was with us, she wore just a large t shirt and panties. When she bent over to turn on the game (did she know you could turn it on from the controller?), for the first time I saw her nearly bare ass. I was very self-conscious of how hard I got and once again she humiliatingly beat me as I was completely distracted. I slipped away to the bedroom, and jacked off frantically, even while I could hear her shuffling around not far from the door. I was becoming obsessed.

If Becky didn't realize my obsession...she certainly didn't help me get over it. As we got more comfortable with each other, she got even more casual with how she dressed. The night shirt seemed forgotten, now it was just t shirts and panties. The first morning she wore an even thinner t-shirt, one that showed off her big pink nipples when she sat down, I'm sure my mouth stayed open the whole time she ate breakfast. When she got up I could see the outline of her small panties, but more intriguingly I could clearly make out the outline of her big ass cheeks swaying. I could swear she took her time walking away so I could enjoy the look longer. I was jacking off more than ever.

One morning before we played a video game she asked if I wanted to smoke with her. Since I moved in with Sarah I didn't smoke a lot of weed but I eagerly accepted. After a couple of tokes she was hugging her knees, fully exposing her bare legs and her panties. We were telling stupid jokes to each other when she suddenly asked,

"Is it distracting having a young girl around the house?"

I must have looked taken aback because when I didn't answer she made sure I understood,

"I mean, you serve me breakfast every morning, then do my dishes, pick my towel off the bathroom floor to fold it. You even did my laundry...and you never complain. Is it because you like looking at me?"

I could feel myself blush at her stare and answered some nonsense about how it was nice having her around. I felt like I was higher than I should be after a few tokes, but took another hit.

Becky giggled, "It's ok! I mean, I don't mind. Being served...or being looked at... And I won't tell Sarah or anything."

Tell her what, I wondered. That I made her breakfast? Stared at her? Got high with her?

Nothing dramatic changed after that day, but I was aware that there had been a further shift in our dynamic. Becky never thanked me for the breakfasts I made for her, but it became clear she was making no effort to hide her body from me. She wore the thin t-shirt I loved more days than not (when she put it in the laundry I was sure to wash it and get it back to her quickly) and she seemed to take her time bending over to turn on the game in the morning, even though she had to know she was exposing her mostly bare, beautiful ass for me.

Becky would head out later in the mornings but it wasn't at all clear if she was looking for a job. She would dress very casually, clearly not trying to impress anyone. One evening she came home she mentioned she had enjoyed lunch with a guy and I felt a pang or irrational jealousy.

Sarah would generally arrive later in the evenings, and usually gave Becky a sisterly hard time about not doing enough to look for a job...for not even having a plan. If Sarah had been around more or Becky had thinner skin, it may have been tense, but both seemed to avoid conflict.

Finally one night Becky said she had a plan. She had studied massage in Japan and had found out she could use that for credit to a massage license. She could finish her studies over the next 6 months, then become a therapist.

"I love helping people, and I don't think I can deal with a 9-5 schedule." she said in a way only a 23 year old can.

To my surprise Sarah was not completely discouraging. She appreciated that at least now there was a plan. To my further surprise she offered me up as a guinea pig.

"You know I don't really like to be touched", she said to her sister, "but Ted likes a good massage".

I blushed a little, not only from the idea of young Becky massaging me, but also at the memories of my wife finding out I had been getting massages. I had been going to an Asian massage parlor downtown and her friend had seen me leaving. When Sarah asked me about it my heart just about came out of my chest. I had been getting hand jobs there two of three times a month since it had opened. Apparently Sarah and her friend were not aware of its' reputation and she believed me when I said I had put my back out running. I never went again and this was the first time the incident had come up since.

"Oh..would you mind Ted?" Becky asked with a smile, "It's been a while and don't want them to think I don't really have experience".

Of course I agreed, and as quickly as I could I locked myself in the bathroom, then jacked myself off imagining Sarah giving me a massage in her little t shirt.

The next morning I wondered if she remembered. I served her breakfast and tried to make sure she didn't catch me staring at the outlines of her nipples. When she finished she sat there for a moment after I cleared the table, twirled her hair then asked, "So...should I try a massage instead of playing a game?"

I agreed that would be good and she told me to get some oil.

"Oh, and I obviously don't have a massage table yet...I could put a sheet over my bed?"

I was so nervous about the massage I agreed without really hearing what she said. When I brought back the oil she told me to go in and lie down as she went into the bathroom. I found a sheet, and laid it on her bed, then stood there.

She walked in the room with the oil and prodded me, "Ok, so take off your clothes and lie down!"

I felt blood race to my cock, but started to take off my shirt. I was self conscious of how much older I was than the boys she dated, but felt I had kept in good shape. When I took off my pants I tried to lie down quickly so she wouldn't see my growing erection. I put my head down on the bed so I wouldn't get excited by looking at her.

Becky may have been a bit nervous too. She started by pouring oil on the top of my back and spent a while massaging my shoulders. Neither of us said anything for some time.

"Feel good?" she asked, her voice higher pitched than normal.

I grunted ascent, not wanting to show her I was excited. She seemed more comfortable and started to move down my back. My cock was tucked under me and I started to think this would be fine.

Then she started on my legs.

As soon as she touched the inside of my leg, even though it was just above the knee my cock twitched. As she stroked up and down I got harder still. She wasn't touching my balls, but she wasn't that far off. I l felt her bare leg brush against mine then looked over to confirm. Big mistake. I saw her smooth, tanned legs, then thought of how it was just the t-shirt and tiny panties that were between me and heaven. She was massaging my buttocks, then I heard her say my name with an amused, but slightly disappointed tone.

"Oh Mark, really?" I followed her eyes and realized to my horror than my hard cock was sticking out of my underwear.

Becky giggled, then sighed. "You know, nurses give it a good rap with a stick."

She giggled again, "but...I guess you are doing me a favor..."

I didn't breathe for a moment. Was she saying what I hoped she was saying?

"I can't very well massage you in that condition."

I looked up at her and she told me to put my head down on the bed. I did as she told me, then felt her fingers reach under my waist strap and pull down my underwear. She did not take them off, just pulled then down to my knees. I was essentially naked for my sister-in-law.

I started to turn my head but she pushed it gently back into the sheet. She ran her hand down my back, along my ass crack then...between my legs. I lifted my ass and kept my head down. Her hand ran along my balls and I moaned. She grabbed the shaft of my cock and immediately started stroking.

"God, it's big" she exclaimed, "Sarah never told me."

She stroked some more and it felt amazing.

"Mmm...you like that don't you?" she teased.

I loved it and felt like I may cum rather quickly. I turned to smile at her but as soon as she saw me looking at her she pulled her hand away.

"Oh! Sorry! I shouldn't...you're...Sarah's husband."

She stood there flustered a moment looking at the oil on her hand while I tried to figure out what to say. Then she ran down the hall and into the bathroom, shutting the door.

I was unsure what to do so I took the sheet, went to my room, shut the door. I felt frustrated and mad at myself then I...jacked off. I couldn't help it, I was incredibly turned on.

I wasn't sure where things would go from there. By the time I left my room Becky had dressed and left. She didn't come back until that evening after Sarah had come home from work. I wondered if Becky was going to say something, but as usual the two sisters didn't talk much to each other at all.

The next morning I tentatively made her breakfast and, perhaps smelling it she eventually came out and ate. Neither of addressed what had happened.

"I'm...going to skip the game today." Becky started. "I'm going to study a little then later...I actually have a lunch date. A guy I met yesterday in the park."

She studied my face to see my expression.

"He's tall and very cute."

I was feeling irrational jealousy and it was like Becky knew it...and loved it. She left me to clean up and didn't come out of her room for a few hours. When she did she looked...hot, She was wearing a simple short skirt, white top with heels.

"You like?" she said, spinning so her skirt showed even more leg. I had admired those legs every day since she had arrived.

"Yes...you look....", I couldn't find the right words and she just giggled. She gave me a wave and was out the door.

I jacked off within minutes of her leaving, thinking of her legs but also imagining her with her tall, cute date.

After this, Becky started to spend less and less time hanging out with me at the apartment. Most mornings she didn't even come out for breakfast. Instead she would spend time studying in her room, or would head out, usually looking very sexy, presumably to meet a date. When I would ask her about the dates she would giggle and be vague.

One late afternoon, however, she came back apparently more than a little stoned. She came to my desk and openly told me she had been at a boy's house, and he had bleeped her hard.

"Just the way I like." Becky said with a dreamy smile. I hardened, imagining Becky bent over as her boyfriend pushed into her.

"Do you find...the more you Bleep...the more you think about being bleeped?" she asked. It seemed to be a genuine question on her mind.

"I...wouldn't know." I replied, with a little more edge and bitterness than I intended.

"Awwww..poor you. Does Sarah not give you what you need/"

I looked down, feeling defeated but Becky approached me and stood close as I looked up at her from my chair.

"Does she?" Becky demanded.

I smelled her fresh scent and grew harder with her proximity. I shook my head slowly, then drew a sharp breath in when Becky reached down and gently brushed against my hard cock.

"No..." I squealed a little, "no...she doesn't"

Becky giggled in a mean way, then challenged me, "Awww...is that why you're always jacking off, thinking about me?"

She gave my now rock hard cock a firm squeeze. I nodded, sure she was going to leave me and go back to her room, but instead she looked me right in the eyes, and unzipped my pants. I drew a sudden breath in as she quickly bent down and took my cock into her warm mouth. It felt amazing but at first I barely moved, afraid to scare her away. It was clearly clear though that Becky was loving this, and extremely well practiced. She took all of my cock down her throat over and over again as she looked up at me. On impulse I pulled her hair then pusher her back down on my cock and she moaned with approval. I started to face Bleep her while pulling her hair. I was just about to cum when we both heard a noise at the door. It had to be Sarah, home early for a change.

Becky seemed to realize the implications first, getting up and running into her room saying "Shit, shit, shit..." Somehow my cock did not seem to understand the importance to get moving before Sarah came into the room. It dripped uselessly in a failed orgasm. I zipped up my pants over the wetness and pretended to be working. If Sarah had cared more she may have noticed I was sweating, may have noticed Becky's smell in the room. Instead she poked her head in and told me she was going to be on a work call so not to bother her.

Later that night I was feeling extremely Hot and unsatisfied. I pestered Sarah until she reluctantly agreed to have sex and then somehow convinced her to go down on me. She sucked my cock tepidly but it still felt good, and somehow the fact her sister had been sucking it just hours earlier made it hotter. Losing myself in the moment, I grabbed her hair and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth. Sarah smacked me hard and pulled away shouting an obscenity. She stormed into the bathroom leaving me with regret and a very unsatisfied hard cock that I could do nothing about. I barely slept that night.

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It's True. I ended up drilling my girlfriend's nephew the other night, but I have to explain the background for it to truly make sense.

My name is Randy. I'm 47 years old, 6' tall and 220 lbs. My hair is brown and my eyes are hazel. I'm still in pretty good shape even though I don't work out as much as I did while playing sports in high school, or the two years I played football in college before eventually flunking out.

I got married at 20 to my high school sweet heart Amanda in Texas, but after 5 years and 5 children, we ended up separating and getting a divorce. Since I didn't have a degree or any real skills, I ended up working in offshore oil drilling. My work schedule had me working 4 weeks on and 4 weeks off which became a problem for Amanda who had to feed, bathe, and otherwise take care of the kids while I was away. Eventually I was able to move up and get a 4 days on/4 days off shift rotation. Much easier for a family man, but that didn't make things any better.

She always accused me of cheating, which I wasn't in the beginning, but as things got cold at home and we separated, I did have sex with other women.

Since leaving my wife and the ink drying on our divorce and child support paperwork, I ended up moving to Louisiana and sowing my wild oats. Since I got married so early, and to the girl I was with all of high school, I'd only had sex with two women my whole life.

Yes, you read that right: 2 women including my wife.

Eventually, I moved in with Debbie and her three children and teenage nephew.

We've been together about a year and I have no plans of ever getting married again. Once you've had half your check taken for child support and the sting of divorce, you don't see the point in ever getting married again.

Things started out pretty cool. She's divorced herself, and got the house in the agreement. This means she doesn't have to pay rent/mortgage. About 6 months ago, the lease on my one-bedroom apartment was coming to an end so she suggested I just move in with her to save that $1k per month.

Her oldest son is 7, then she's got a 4 and a 3-year-old. Her 18-year-old nephew Cooper is a built-in babysitter for her while she works different shifts at the hospital as a nurse's assistant mostly working night shifts.

On the days that I'm on land (that's what we call it when we're "off" working offshore), she gets off around 6 AM and home just in time to wake up her 7-year-old to see him off to school. By the time she gets back, she sleeps most of the day, then up again to get pick him up from school, then off to work again. Cooper stays at home babysitting the 4- and 3-year-old.

He's a pretty cool kid--- quiet—doesn't say too much.

He's still in high school. On the cheerleading squad as a tumbler and a gym rat. Oh, and I'm pretty sure he's gay. Not that it was a problem, but it was pretty obvious.

Cooper is about 5'5" 160 with blond hair, blue eyes, and tanned olive skin. Though he's a gym rat and is very ripped, he's very effeminate. Like...the way he walks, the way he talks, he's very effeminate—not a problem.

Well, at first it wasn't.

Over time, Cooper started getting a bit inappropriate at times.

Once, while drying my hair after taking a shower with the towel wrapped around me, I noticed Cooper staring from down the hall out of the corner of my eye.

Another time I was standing at the refrigerator with the door opened looking inside, I could feel the heat of someone staring at me, and sure enough there was cooper at the dining room table staring at me... a specific part of me. I was wearing pajama pants without underwear and his eyes were locked in on my soft dick whose print was evident through my pants.

Then it happened.

One night while Debbie was at work, myself, Cooper and the kids were spread out on the sectional watching the latest season of "Stranger Things" on Netflix. The kids passed out first leaving Cooper and I the last ones awake in the living room with only the light from the TV screen luminating the walls.

Eventually I fell asleep as well only to wake up to someone's soft, supple hand inside my pajama pants wrapped around my now-throbbing penis. While I was awake, I hadn't opened my eyes. I was in that weird mid-sleep where you're awake but not fully aware.

By the time I'd realized it was Cooper slowly stroking my 8-incher with his hands and my gurgling precum oozing down, I didn't know how to stop him without it being weird.

Well...let me be honest... I didn't WANT to stop him.

It felt...

It felt good.

Up and down, he went with his soft hands causing my full bull balls to tense up and dance under my throbbing member.

That shit felt so fucking good.

Then he stopped all of a sudden. Apparently, my breathing was picking up and he didn't want to wake me. I had to control myself.

It had been so long since I'd been "touched" in such a way.

I mean, Debbie and I have sex maybe once a month or so... and when we do it's not "soft," it's "hurry up and get it over with."

Oh I needed this...

He continued and sped up the pace.

I kept my eyes closed and my breath under control knowing I couldn't hold it any longer...

I lost total control as the first long rope of jizz shot out of my pee hole like a cannon... landing on the coffee table. I saw it as I barely opened my left eye in the moment.

Then four more ropes of cock snot fired out in rapid succession—all the while I continued pretending to be asleep.

Cooper held my dick tightly in his hands as the remaining seed dribbled out of the now softening cock.

After it completely softened, he laid it across my left thigh through the pee hole of my pajama pants and rushed away.

There I was... spent... on the sofa after just being jacked off by my girlfriend's nephew while he thought I was asleep.

I tried to take long deep breaths to catch my breath really quick. Cooper came back with a warm wet face towel and began wiping the almost dried cum off my cock before tucking it back in my pajama pants. He then took the same towel and wiped the jizz off the coffee table, floor, and his t-shirt. I hadn't even noticed the big rope that landed on his t-shirt.

All while pretending to be asleep.

If this is liked enough, I'll come back with the next part where the "drilling" happens. Writing up to this point took longer than I thought.

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ON THE BEACH

I nodded; I'd been a drama student once. "Ow!"

"No problem, ma'am," he nodded, a smile appearing once he realized we weren't any older than him. "Hey there. What's the matter?"

"Like, it's my whole leg? It feels like it's all numb. I'm worried." I put on a little wince I assumed looked cute.

"We were in the water, just a little ways down," Lia added vaguely. "I've heard, like, there are jellyfish?"

"No, not here." The kid looked me over quickly, and apparently liked what he saw. "Just sit down? I'll take a look at it."

I reminded myself to keep my leg straight as I sank awkwardly to the sand, gasping in what I hoped looked like pain. "Bleep. It hurts."

"Don't worry." He had a nice smile as he crouched beside me. "I've got a first-aid certification."

"Mouth-to-mouth?" Lia purred. She followed him down to the sand, kneeling far too close to him. "I'm Lia. This is Erika."

"Oh. Hi." He glanced over at her. Or at her boobs, anyway. "I'm Brandon."

"You're cute," she observed.

"I'm all right." He had a nice smile, I noticed, my excitement over the whole situation growing. "Wiggle your toes for me, uh, Erika?" I obliged as he laid a confident hand on my thigh, just above the knee. "Great. I'm just going to, like, take a look and see if there's any swelling."

"I see swelling," Lia chortled. He glanced at her, eyebrows raised, but she was staring very blatantly between his legs. "Or was I not supposed to notice?"

"Oh, sorry," he smiled. He flushed all the way down into his shirt. "Just... let me focus, okay?"

"Sure, hon," Lia cooed. "Don't let me get in your way." She made no effort to get out of his, though, hitting on him transparently as his fingers made their way up my leg.

"Tell me if it hurts," he murmured, but I was already staring back up the hill to the open front of Brandon's little shack, where Carter and Heidi were just then sneaking around the far side.

"You can do mine next," Lia giggled, but I wasn't paying attention to them right now: Heidi had just turned toward Carter, right there in front of the whole world (or at least me and a few paddle-borders) and dragged his shorts down as she dropped to her knees. His dick, now fully hard, bobbed thick before her face.

"Oh my god!" I blurted, leaning forward to see better, but the lifeguard's fingers had found my mid-thigh at that point and he decided to become the Minister of Health.

"Right there? Is that where it hurts?" He pressed on my leg, his fingers traveling farther around my thigh than they probably needed to, but I scarcely even noticed because by that time, my smiling lab partner was already more than halfway toward deep-Drinking Carter's penis, her hands creeping up to cup his nude butt as he looked confidently down at her.

"You sure it's not a little bit higher up, babe?" I heard Lia murmur, reaching down to push Brandon's hand toward where my shorts ended.

"Maybe," he allowed, his smile back in place now. His fingernails felt good on my skin, and by this time my nipples ached in their prison. The ocean was a dull roar behind me, but most of my attention was taken now by Heidi, her nose buried in Carter's pubes while he threw his head back, eyes closed in bliss.

I wanted to be her.

Without thinking, I nodded. "Yeah. Higher is good." I heard the words come low and slow from my own mouth, my body relaxing on the sand as Lia's lips quirked into a wide, eager smirk.

"She wants more, Brandon," she urged him, her own voice an excited rasp. "Maybe you should kneel. Might be more comfortable?"

"Yeah. It might." He shuffled out of his crouch, his knees on both sides of my leg now, straddling me as he looked straight at my tits. Both his hands had ahold of my thighs now. "Is this okay, ma'am?"

"Erika." Lia scooted around to his other side, so that I could watch the show up by the shack. "Don't call her 'ma'am,' sexy. She's Erika."

"Erika," he agreed, his mouth a shit-eating grin now that he sensed he was into something good. It grew even wider when Lia quite calmly reached over to cup his balls. "And... Lia, right?"

"That's right." She was breathing it straight into his ear now, her lips bouncing slowly off his neck as she traced her way up and down. Her hand massaged his dick right in front of my eyes. "But you can call me anything you want, honey."

I couldn't even hear the sea anymore through the pounding of my pulse in my neck, my attention riveted up the hill. Carter stood tall and strong, a statue, an idol, while Heidi knelt before him in worship. I watched, spellbound, as she pulled slowly off his dark, eager penis, and as her mouth came free I thought I could see the curve that Lia had been talking about. "Oh, Bleep," I whimpered, and Lia glanced down at me with a snicker.

"Is that okay?" Brandon didn't know I wasn't reacting to his touch, but to his credit he was doing a great job, his fingers stroking the inside and outside of my thigh, creeping higher and higher with each long stroke. His adam's apple bobbed when his fingertips traveled beneath the hem of my loose shorts, the nail grazing the edge of my underwear. "Jesus," he breathed.

"Jesus isn't here right now," Lia cackled, choosing that moment to work her hand up underneath his t-shirt and into his shorts. I felt his fingers flex, digging into my skin, telling me Lia had found his naked penis, or maybe his balls: it hardly mattered to me, as long as his hand kept prodding at my panties and Heidi kept working Carter's glorious dick.

She dived underneath, sucking on his hanging balls to the soundtrack of Lia's cool giggle. She turned, tongue trailing along Brandon's ear, to monitor the situation at the top of the hill. "Do it," I heard her urge, her voice throaty, and though she and I knew she was saying it to the lovers on the hill, I suppose Brandon couldn't be blamed for misinterpreting her.

His hand steered past the crotch of my panties and straight into my saturated pussy.

I cried out, a breathy little moan, my whole body responding. I hadn't realized how soaked I was until I realized he had three fingers far up inside me and I hadn't felt even a hint of resistance. I seized his wrist, holding him strongly within me while, up at his shack, Carter took Heidi impatiently by the shoulders and urged her to her feet.

Lia and I both held our breath, staring up the hill as Carter guided his woman up to her feet, then pushed her shorts unceremoniously down before turning her urgently to lean against the inside of the shed. She didn't wait, bending over, arching her back low, giving herself to the rampant dick behind her. "Yeah. Get inside her," Lia murmured, her hand jacking Brandon with swift, even strokes inside his shorts as he and Carter both gave her what she wanted.

I bit back a full-scale shriek as the lifeguard pulled his hand out and then thrust it back inside, fingertips waggling, thumb down to prod my clit. I forced my hips forward, hunching them against his hand, my eyes wide as I watched Carter grip Heidi's hips and, in one smooth motion, enter her from behind.

I thought I could hear her gasp, which meant she must have been super-loud. Or maybe it was just me, gasping. Or maybe Brandon. Or possibly Carter.

But I doubted that, because by that time he was drilling Heidi with fast, brutal thrusts, deep-stroking into her: I sat there, my own legs twitching around the lifeguard's increasingly certain fingers, watching as Carter's perfect ass reared back and then slammed forward, again and again, the man fucking with an expert precision that spoke of long practice. I watched as one of his hands snaked up underneath Heidi's bikini top, grappling her tit, holding her firm as he took what he wanted from her body.

"Ughh." I heard the sigh from Brandon, feeling it on my face as he began to work his hips in time with Lia's handjob, his fingers lodged relentlessly in my pussy, pressuring my clit.

Lia laughed, a throaty gurgle. "You like that, you fucker?" she hissed, her other hand reaching into his shorts now, pressing her big tits against his arm. "You want me to get you off right here on the beach, don't you?" Her taunts brought a cold gleam to her eyes behind the glasses. I watched one hand dip low, clawing for his balls while the first one kept on jacking him. "Maybe if you can last long enough, I'll suck your cock while you finger-bang this little slut, hah?"

He and I made eye contact then, both of us helplessly turned on, and I didn't even think about it before I jerked my sports bra high up over my tits, showing off for him. "See?" Lia gloated. "She's so fucking Hot. Get her off, Brandon," she urged, keeping up her patter as my hand went from his wrist to my own nipples. "Make her cum!"

Bleep. I needed it.

I writhed against his fingers, sucking in great gasps of salty air, my eyes fixed on the shed, and that's when it happened: the dance Lia had talked about, Carter turning his head slowly to look down at me while Heidi began to climax in short, sharp grunts.

We fixated on each other, and for an instant it almost seemed like I could tell what he was thinking as his dick churned in my lab partner: he was judging her, evaluating how long he wanted to make her cum before he let go himself, but at the same time he could see what was happening to me and it seemed to me that he approved, trying to read me, trying to gauge how much longer I could last...

I nodded at him, desperate, my pussy beginning to flutter into a spasm around the lifeguard's busy fingers, until with a surprising lurch that plunged from my belly straight down to my labia I felt the gaspy tingle that told me I was about to have an orgasm, and from what I could tell? It was going to be an all-timer.

Up the hill I saw Heidi, her chest heaving under a red face, turn and sink back to her knees, head and arms back, arched, presenting herself for Carter's cum; for his part, he reached down with the ease of long familiarity and gripped her tit within its wrecked bikini top as he grasped his shaft and began pulling with long, even strokes. And all the while, his eyes did not leave mine.

He was ready.

I nodded again, my head flopping, losing all control against the slow pressure of this dude's hand in my panties, moaning a gritty "Oh, Bleep!" as I came. I felt a hot tingle throughout my entire body, ending at my fingertips, a wave of warm slackness rolling across my taut muscles as my mind sank into a warm-molasses sea of bliss.

My lungs were still heaving for air when my blazing eyes caught Carter, in a sudden moment of crystal clarity, arching his hips forward as he shuddered out a thick, potent load of cum all over Heidi's chest and face, several spurts launching quick and eager from his dangling balls, painting the girl's skin. We stayed that way a few seconds, breathing hard, before exchanging weary smiles as we crossed the peak and headed down, recovering.

Carter did that by wiping the head of his penis all over Heidi's lips.

I gripped Brandon's wrist once more, this time pushing instead of pulling, feeling his fingers slide out of me in a bubbly sweep of my own soupy juices. "Holy shit," he said in a strange voice.

"Guess you fixed her leg, dude," Lia laughed, her voice thick with mockery. My eyes slid slowly over to her, and I watched as she lifted her hand to her mouth and began lapping thick white fluid off her fingers with long, lazy licks. "You should eat more pineapple," she observed to Brandon, who knelt there with three wrinkled fingers and a spreading stain across the front of his board shorts.

"Holy shit," he managed again, but then Lia was laughing at him.

"Good work, Brandon." My body slowly returned to normal as I lay back on my elbows. "Cover yourself, Erika; you're indecent," she sneered, nodding at my exposed nipples.

"Oh my god," I sighed, taking deep breaths. I watched as, behind my two kneeling companions, Carter and Heidi were leaping back into their clothes. It didn't take long; Heidi led the way down to us, stepping proudly with her inseminated face, tossing her shorts to me.

"Hold those, dear, will you?" She smiled at us all, her grin a glazed mask. "I'm going to take a quick dip in the water and wash off." She looked pointedly at Brandon's crotch. "Looks like you should join me?" He looked up at her, completely confused. "Lia? You coming?

"No. I'll do that later," she giggled, the two of them laughing at the pun. She continued licking. "I can clean myself off, thanks." She looked down at me as Carter arrived, his softening penis still tenting his trunks, nodding coolly. "Pretty nice day at the beach, huh?"

I blinked up at them with Heidi's shorts in my hands, wondering whether any of this had actually happened. "That was... Bleep."

"Yeah." Carter yawned, watching me pull my bra back down. "You came pretty quick, Erika. I bet I could have a lot of fun with you."

I felt myself glow. "Yeah? You think?"

"Only after me, though," Lia purred, wrapping a possessive arm around his back while her other hand bounced his dick lightly. "Y'all got off. He owes me an orgasm."

Carter looked out at the water. "I bet Heidi can keep the lifeguard distracted in there for a few minutes, if you want to come back up the hill and take care of that now..."

"Yeah?" She weighed his balls. "You ready to go again already?"

"I've got a mouth and ten fingers," he shrugged, "and it's you. I know what you like." She laughed, and they turned toward the shed. They were three steps up the hill when Carter turned to me and smiled. "Well, Erika? Come on." He began picking his way back up the rocks. "You can watch, or do... whatever. At least it's out of the sun."

"Bleep yeah," I giggled. "Wait for me!"

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Chapter One: The Beach

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"I'm never sure quite why our house volunteers for this shit," Lia groused, looking balefully down at an Ahab's wrapper. She kept staring at it, a sour twist to her full lips, until I shrugged and picked it up. "Grubbing in garbage," she groused, "it's fucking degrading." I thought it best not to point out that her bag was completely empty; Lia had done absolutely no grubbing at all, compared to the rest of us.

But I'd only met her that very morning. I wasn't sure how far I felt like pushing her. Even when she spat a tangled wad of nicotine gum out of her mouth, landing it precisely where the wrapper had just been.

"It's not about the garbage, honey," purred Heidi, scooping a discarded coffee cup out of the sand. "It's about the scenery." We all looked appreciatively around, the beach a smorgasbord of bare legs and jiggling tits everywhere you looked. It was a near-perfect summer day, ideal for a relaxing stroll through the sands... if you weren't wearing a cheap black Key Club shirt and hauling a trash bag. Heidi and I found ourselves looking in the same direction, at an absolutely smouldering pair of men prowling down near the tide-line, all buff torsos and, presumably, impressive joysticks.

Heidi adjusted her tasteful sunglasses and smiled secretly at me. Heidi had been the one who invited me on this little adventure. We were lab partners in McCutcheon's physics section, and she'd known I was looking to fulfill my service hours. She was here with her sorority, and I'd thought it was nice of her to include me. "We should finish up," I ventured, "then see if there's anybody worth hooking up with."

The other two girls traded a veiled glance. "Why wait until we're finished?" Heidi laughed.

"Especially when we brought our own stud," Lia added with her dark smirk. "Isn't that right, Carter?"

More than once I'd spared a glance the dude who tagged along with us, a tall Ken doll of a man with the easy, graceful confidence of a guy who'd never had to work very hard to appeal to women. I could understand that: he certainly appealed to me, and I'd only just met him. There was a weird, electric-cable dynamic going on among the three of them; right away, I'd felt like a fifth wheel. But Lia was the only person I knew on the beach that day, and I didn't feel like venturing out to find some other random black-shirted Key Clubber.

We'd scattered all across Black Rock Beach, poppy seeds on a vast pebbly bagel, fanning out to pick up the assorted trash that always accumulates on a beach. I had no doubt the place would be just as littered tomorrow, but that wasn't my problem. That would be the problem of whatever future junior needed to fulfill her service requirement. I pushed my shades up my nose and glanced, yet again, at Carter.

He'd ripped the sleeves off his shirt first thing that morning. Of course.

Now he yawned, his trash bag trailing forgotten from his hand, staring openly at the ass of a string-bikini'd woman sauntering in front of us. "Always bring your own stud," he agreed, "especially when you know it's going to be a boring-ass day."

"I don't know how boring it needs to be." Heidi yawned. "I'm not in the mood to be boring."

"Yeah?" Carter turned his head to face her, but his eyes stayed on the woman in front of us. "What are you in the mood for?"

I nearly stumbled on my face when Heidi's reply came, sweet, perilously low. "Dick."

He smiled and swept his arm around the horizon. I bent to grab a Snickers wrapper, my bag already twice as heavy as the others'. "This is a beach. It's summer. There's dick all over the place," he snickered, "but it's not going to go for you in a university community-service t-shirt."

"Maybe she should just lose the shirt, then." Lia's voice was loud, brassy, with no subtlety. She glanced across at me. "Maybe we all should."

"Aw." Heidi still sounded playful. Dangerous. "Whatever would Gerald and Ellie say if we took our shirts off?" She smiled at me. "What'd they say, Erika? We need to keep the shirts on and represent the Key Club properly?"

I felt a little thrill at being included. "That's what they said," I nodded. Heidi stepped casually over a take-out tray from Skipperdog's. "So, like, they just send us out and let us go? No supervision?"

"You see how stupid they are?" Heidi agreed.

"Gerald and Ellie," Lia scoffed, "Bleep 'em."

"I used to think they had spies running around the beach," Carter shrugged. He was a Beta Chi; he'd done a bunch of these cleanups, but I was starting to wonder whether he'd ever touched a piece of trash. "They don't. They really are stupid enough just to let us wander the beach."

"They trust us," Heidi explained, her gorgeous face sliding into a smirk. "Fools."

"They spend their time in the backseat of the van." Carter watched as the girl in the string bikini walked off the beach, her rump jiggling deliciously. He adjusted the front of his shorts. "Everyone assumes they're fucking."

"He's not fucking her," Lia snorted. "Gerald's a prick. She probably makes him watch while she does other guys," she pondered, "or maybe she pegs him or something?"

"Maybe." Carter sounded completely uninterested in the sexual practices of the Key Club coordinators. He turned as he walked, every motion lacrosse-smooth, gazing back down the beach. "I think we're far enough," he decided.

"About time," Lia muttered. She strode over to the seawall, where one of the wastebaskets leaned in the sand like an old tree fighting to stay up against the wind. She swept her shirt up over her head from the hem, shaking her thick hair out as she tossed the black thing between the wall and the wastebasket. "Yeah. Definitely about time."

I stood there, feeling my mouth fall open as all three of them clustered around the trash can and whipped their shirts off. Both girls wore bikini tops, their tits looking stupendous, shelving out over their tanned bellies like offerings to some sort of sex god. Lia went a step further, whisking her shorts down her legs to show off a matching thong. "Showtime," she murmured, her face in a savage grin until she caught sight of me. "Come on, Erika. Strip."

Carter, his bare chest dusted lightly with dark-blonde hair, noticed my hesitation. "Bleep, Heidi. Did you not tell your friend to wear a suit?"

"Must've slipped my mind." Heidi struck a pose, her bag forgotten under the piled shirts. "Hmm. Sorry, Erika."

"You're wearing, like, a sportsbra though, right?" Lia was staring critically at my chest. "I think? Looks like you've got some good boobage squished down in there."

"Yeah." I had a good body, I knew, but something about these two, their raw vulgar sex appeal... I felt a hint of nervousness, thinking I couldn't match that. I glanced around, seeking other Key Clubbers and seeing none.

Because they were all probably doing the same shit we were doing.

"Do it, Erika!" Heidi cheered. "Show us what you got!"

My eyes slid over to Carter's chest, down to his abs, and took a step into the spirit of whatever it was we were doing. "Should I, Carter?"

"Hell yeah," he shot back bluntly, his face serious. If I could see his eyes behind his Ray-Bans, I knew they'd look hungry. Goddamn, this guy was sexy! "Fly that freak flag, Elena."

"Erika."

"Yeah, sorry. Erika." He licked his lips. "It's a gorgeous summer day. Way too gorgeous to be picking up trash." He nodded, smiling, at a passing pair of MILFs; I noticed they turned to watch him as they went by. "Come on. Strip down. We've got plans."

"Plans?" I asked. My shirt came of smoothly enough, joining the pile behind the trash can; I'd thought about worrying that someone would steal them or something, meaning we wouldn't get our community service forms signed off, but who the Bleep steals a pile of someone else's shirts by a beach wastebasket? I rolled the top of my loose jogging shorts down, showing off as much hip as I could so as not to look too prudish in front of the others. I arched my back slightly when I caught him looking, but then I realized I didn't have to "catch" Carter staring at any woman: it was just something he did. "What kind of plans?"

"Oh, we'll just have to see what comes up," Heidi smirked, and the other two laughed. I smiled, my eyebrows raised, expectant. "See, sometimes Lia and Carter and I... well, we like to have little adventures."

"Kim and Jess, too," Lia put in. "Don't forget them."

"I don't," Carter chuckled.

"Yeah. Adventures," Heidi said again, glancing at Carter. "Just the kinds of shenanigans that red-blooded American kids get up to, scantily-clad on a hot summer day..." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Know what I'm saying?"

"We like to Bleep him in public places," Lia said bluntly.

I stared back and forth among the three of them, the breeze off the ocean stirring my hair, looking for signs of mockery and seeing... nada. "You Bleep him," I said slowly. "Both of you Bleep him."

"And Kim," Heidi snickered, "and Jess." Carter just drew himself up, looking at my chest in my off-white jogbra. She sighed happily. "Carter is equal-opportunity."

"Let's walk, ladies," he said, his voice smooth, confident. He stepped out into the deeper stand, tipping his head back up to the sun, his skin gleaming. "Time's a-wasting."

"His penis is famous," Lia told me as we followed him toward the surf. I laughed.

"Famous?"

"Famous," she replied firmly. Heidi, gathering her hair back into a ponytail, moved up to walk beside him with her whole body swaying in a most un-community-service sort of way. "All the sororities talk about it."

"Tell her why your penis is famous, Carter," Heidi teased, her hand squeezing his ass fondly.

"Nah." He walked with a masculine swagger that made my blood race. "I'll let you guys fill her in." He turned and pulled his shades down so he could wink at me. "I'll fill her in later."

I laughed. He knew I'd laugh. I wanted to Bleep him.

"It's got a curve to it," Lia murmured, "like, a curve in just the right spot. If you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean." I matched her low tone. I did not like Lia, but I certainly liked Carter.

"Plus he's thick." She threw that in as though it hardly mattered, "but it's the curve that does it."

"The curve." I watched them walk ahead of us, talking lightly, skirting a volleyball game as we sought firmer footing. "That sounds interesting," I admitted.

She snorted an abrupt laugh. "Hey!" she called to Carter as we all stepped over an errant beach towel, "you hard yet?"

The man turned, his face going slack as he did whatever guys do to figure out what their penile state is. "No," he shrugged, "but I'm not totally soft either. I'm in shorts, Lia. I'm not going to go around a public beach with a boner."

"Show Erika your package," Lia ordered as we drew up to them. "She wants to see the curve."

"I don't think it's hard enough yet," he mused, but he obligingly started to untie his drawstrings. I couldn't believe this was happening, my nipples starting to tingle in my bra as the three of us drew close to him to hide what we were up to. All at once I could smell us all, sweat and sunscreen and something else, our three heads bowing to look down as Carter pulled his waistband out away from his body. "It's just a cock," he shrugged as I peered down into his shorts.

It lay there, slung in the mesh of his board short lining like a lazy man in a hammock, sprouting out from a sandy bush of pubic hair. I knew I was blushing. I'm no prude, but I'd met this hottie like an hour before and already I was standing on a public beach in my bra, staring at his penis. Things like this didn't often happen to me. I couldn't see any curve, but I could already tell it would be thick when it was hard, with a graceful sleek smoothness to his head. "Nice dick," I said, mostly just to fill the silence.

"Thanks." He stood there, calm, content to be admired. I saw him twitch just a bit. "It's going to pop up if we just stand here like this," he warned.

"I've seen you walking around with a hard-on in public," Lia snickered. "It's funny."

"Won't be so funny if it starts terrorizing the locals," Carter laughed, glancing around. His eyes landed on me. "Seen enough, Erika?"

I blinked, unaware I'd been grinning. "Well. I mean, I'll keep looking if you keep showing."

They all laughed, and I felt a giddiness in my mind. It's always nice when you fit in with new people. "It's my turn today," Heidi purred, with more than a hint of lust edging her voice, "so don't go getting any ideas, Erika."

"Jealous bitch," Lia growled as Carter tied himself back up, but she didn't sound angry.

"What?" Heidi laughed as she curled her arm around Carter's waist again. "I'm Hot and I haven't had him since, what, Monday?"

"I thought we did it on Wednesday night," Carter protested, adjusting himself casually.

"No. That was Jess."

"Oh."

"So," I smiled, brushing my hair out of my face, "you guys sound like some kind of cult. Like, sex all the time."

"Sex all the time, yes," Lia admitted carelessly, "but it doesn't need to be a cult. We just like fucking."

"This is college, Erika," Heidi pointed out, glancing lazily back at me. "We're supposed to be letting it all hang out."

"You're not, like, a virgin or anything, are you?" Carter asked me. He didn't seem all that interested in the answer; this was just him, passing the time of day. Goddamn, I wanted to do him...

"She's fucking our lab TA," Heidi announced to the group before I could answer, and the others nodded in approval. "Getting an A, obviously."

"Obviously," I confirmed. It was true: I'd seduced James not because I needed to fix my grade (though that was a nice side benefit; he was most appreciative of my skills), but because I'd never had an Asian guy and he was attractive.

"She's no saint," Heidi concluded, and Carter nodded thoughtfully as Heidi's hand found his. We walked in silence past a bored sheriff sitting on an ATV, ogling us, before the sand grew firmer down near the water.

I cleared my throat and looked at Lia. "That's a beautiful suit," I offered, and it was: she'd chosen well. Lia was a short woman with massive tits and a runner's ass that the thong turned into a showpiece. The color was perfect for her.

"Thanks," she said after a moment, and I got the definite impression she'd paused in order to make sure I wasn't being a bitch. A careful one, this Lia, careful and sharp. And maybe a little paranoid. I was really starting not to like her. "You can borrow it sometime, if you want."

"That's nice." No way would the top fit me, though. We turned, skirting the sea, moving faster now out of the more crowded areas. Ahead lay the tumbled area of grass at the south end of the beach, where they had it roped off to protect some endangered birds or something. "Where are we going?"

She chuckled and nodded ahead. "To the lifeguard shack." They only put a lifeguard down this way because it was where the paddle boarders went, though as I shaded my eyes and gazed out at the sparkling water I could only see four or five people bobbing around out there. "Carter thought it might be a fun place to Bleep."

I couldn't hold in a gasp. "The lifeguard might not agree," I pointed out. I also thought their idea of fun place needed a little redefining, perhaps: the shack was a simple lean-to on top of a little knoll up from the paddlers, just a plywood roof really, shading a chair on the sand. Some trees screened the little hill.

"Yeah, that's why I'm here." She glanced over at me. "Or, rather, you and me both. Are you up for a little acting job, or are you just a pussy, here to pick up garbage?" Heidi, I saw, had turned her head to listen to us.

"I'm game for whatever," I shrugged, a little wary of Lia's tone.

"Okay," she said evenly, "then here's the idea. We distract the lifeguard. Lifeguard comes out to deal with us. We keep her distracted while Carter and Heidi sneak into the shack and get it on. The goal is for both of them to get off without the lifeguard figuring it out."

I laughed. "You guys do this kind of thing often?"

"Nah. Just when we get bored."

I thought about that. "How long will we need to keep the lifeguard busy?"

Lia's reply was a fiendish grin. "Depends on how long Heidi keeps Carter busy." She raised her voice. "You guys are going to sneak around from up the hill?"

"I was thinking about it," Carter yawned, "but it's all rocky up that way." He'd left his flip-flops behind with the shirts.

"I don't really see another way around," Heidi mused, "unless we want to go through the roped-off area? And I don't want to." She sniffed. "The rocks in there are just as big and covered with bird shit."

Carter considered a moment, then nodded. "Fine. Let's go." He turned to Lia and I. "You ready?"

"I was born ready," she replied, low and savage, while I just nodded. I had no clue what was happening, but I loved it.

"Cool." Carter adjusted himself again, his stiffening cock easy to make out through the shorts. I wasn't the only one getting excited. "Let's do it."

"It's like a dance," Lia muttered to me as we watched Carter lead Heidi up toward the back of the little hill with the lifeguard shack.

"What is?" I blinked at her. "Them fucking?"

She giggled. "That too, but no. Them and us." She took my arm, her hand tight on my skin, and drew me toward the broad flat beach in front of the shed. "We watch them, they watch us. No talking, just paying attention. We know to wrap up our distraction around the time they're about to cum, and they know whether to speed up or slow down based on how well we're doing with the lifeguard." She shrugged. "A dance."

"You guys do this a lot." It wasn't a question.

"I almost get off just as much setting him up to him Bleep other people as I do when he bleeps me," she confessed. "Almost. Especially when it's in public."

"Wow." I'd had no idea anything like this existed, and I certainly wouldn't have expected my mild-mannered lab partner Heidi to be a part of it. "We're going to, like, fake a drowning?"

"Hell no. That's sick. Bad karma."

I glanced up the hill. I could no longer see Heidi or Carter. "What, then?"

"Most of the lifeguards are women," she explained, "and they're pretty easy to monopolize because they usually don't mind talking."

"About what?"

"Today, I'm going to ask her to lend me a tampon," she whispered. I knew at once that it wouldn't work: no woman on her period would wear bottoms like hers, and any other woman would surely know that. But she didn't seem in the mood to listen. "They keep some up at the first-aid post, and we can offer to walk with her. That's an easy seven, eight minutes."

"Um," I began, but by then we were crossing the sand before the shed and we stopped to look up the hill. I could see a shape on the chair in the shadows up there, with the big floppy white hat a lot of the guards wore.

"Hey!" she called, her brassy voice cutting over the waves and gulls, "lifeguard! Can you do me a favor?"

The hat stirred, turned, and then sprang up as the guard rose from the chair. "Yeah?" Lia's fingers dug into my arm as she stiffened.

"Oh shit. It's a guy!" she hissed.

"He'll still get you a tampon?" I guessed, watching as a skinny college kid ambled down toward us. "Or we could just show him our tits?"

"Goddamn it."

I got a sudden inspiration when he was about halfway down. "Wait. Just... let's see if this works." I lifted my voice and pulled my right foot off the sand like it was a bed of coals. "I think I hurt my leg pretty bad!" I wailed at him.

"Nice," I heard Lia whisper softly, her arm moving around behind my back. As if she was helping me limp.
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