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I was a twenty-year-old college junior, living with my “boyfriend” in an off-campus apartment in Boston. I was learning so much about life and personal dynamics – I was (and still am) a free-spirit, willing to try most things once, and ready to repeatedly enjoy doing things I liked.  The past month or so in our apartment complex had been spent making new friends, renewing relationships with old friends, partying in true-college mode, and getting more and more immersed in classes. It was the morning of my birthday! Bob, our friend Bill and I had gone to a club last night. Bill lived downstairs with a few other guys that I was getting to know casually. On top of the dancing and drinking there was a bit of flirting and a good amount of dream and fantasy sharing.  Bob has had a few girlfriends, and the funny thing is I know them.  When Bob and I got together the first time, I thought the relationship was doomed right away because Bob was sleeping with the fourth girl in a very tight circle of friends, and I could only imagine that, apart from enjoying the thought of it when we’d all be together in the same place, he would feel like the “communal” or “group” cock.  It didn’t work out that way, though – Bob is unusual and has said he doesn’t feel used.  He feels loved and lucky, and thinks that if we are all still friends in forty or fifty years and get together, he will look at each of us and remember great sex with everybody.  That is part of Bob’s fantasy – being shared by lots of women.  The other part touches on one of mine – sharing his woman with another man.  I confessed, influenced by my fourth Bacardi, that being shared had been part of my dream life since watching YouPorn and PornHub when I was a young teenager just getting started on sex.  I always wondered how “entertaining” more than one penis would feel.  Bill was not terribly sexually active, Ankara bayan escort just a few long term girlfriends.  I often had sexy thoughts about him, wondering how he’d feel moving inside me, how he’d taste, how he would treat me. By the time we were working on our fourth round of drinks, we were talking sexy talk and I could see both sets of eyes wandering up and down my body.  Bob got up for a bathroom break, and I could see his “tent” very clearly, and I could feel my own moisture seeping.  I knew what was in that tent very well, and I couldn’t wait to get home and take care of it.  Bob came back, and when I got up to go to the bathroom, and my nipples were telling anyone who looked that I was having a good time.  As I got up, Bill’s eyes riveted on my nipples and cleavage, and I felt a familiar urge.  In the privacy of the bathroom stall, I had a wonderful few moments squeezing and pushing my clit, putting two fingers in my well-lubed pussy, and feeling like I was soaring into low-Earth orbit.  As I walked back to the table, their eyes locked on my body, and I made sure to smile at them, bending over as I sat to let them see just a bit more.We drank and danced and talked the night away until last call.  Bob and I went to our place, and took care of all those pent-up feelings and desires – three times.  He told me that my birthday was going to be great, and that he had planned a few nice things for the day.I woke early, as I usually do.  I slipped quietly out of bed, and went to the bathroom.  I emptied my bladder, and used my a finger to probe my vagina to “check things out”, and it came out with a nice smear of Bob’s cum from last night.  I probed again, bringing out a nice amount, which I promptly sucked off and swallowed.  It was still delicious, getting better with a little aging inside me. Escort bayan Ankara The taste and scent of semen has always turned me on and got me craving more and more.  I took one more sample and swished it around in my mouth as I slipped back under the covers.  I was awake, on my left side, very aware of my nakedness and the open window, letting late October blow in with all its promises of the coming cold.  Sleeping naked under good blankets in a room of cold fresh air has always been conducive to great sleep, and also to rapid wake-up. But then, having your brains fucked out by your boyfriend before bed also helps.   It’s nice to have a bedwarmer on occasion – and on this occasion, I had Bob.  Bob was also naked, beside me, hand over my shoulder, gently (in his sleep) holding my right breast.  I was holding my left breast, could sense my nipples being touched and sending their happy signals back and forth between my breasts and clitoris, and deep inside my vagina. I could still taste his cum from my probing a little earlier.  I pinched and tweaked my nipple gently, and got back aboard that rocket to orbit. I put my hand on Bob’s, and pushed it tighter against me, and the feeling was indescribable; he was stirring awake a tiny bit and his fingers found my nipple and began to do to them what Bob does best – bring them to life. As I lay there, feeling the cool October chill on my nose, and the warm hands on my breasts, I also felt a slight poking sensation, down by my butt.  Bob cuddled over closer to me, really spooning now, his right arm draped over my shoulder, holding me close.  He moved his left up and under my pillow and it emerged under my neck, and reached up and took hold of my right breast.   His left arm dropped down, still over top of me, and took hold of my left breast.  In this criss-cross Bayan escort Ankara hold (which I absolutely love, btw), he’s got a breast in each hand and his body and mine are lying tightly spooned, parallel, his cock growing, hardening, exploring, trying to find a place to get warm.  My birthday was underway!He was holding my breasts so tenderly, and tweaking my nipples so expertly.   I could feel my vagina getting wetter by the second.  He was moving his hips around, and I matched his movements, all the while letting him pull me closer and closer in that wonderful criss-cross hold .  His cock was fully awake, too.   Seven and a half thick inches were probing around, looking for a entry,  and my pussy waited and oozed my own juices.  I lifted my right leg a little, shifted my hips a bit, and felt one of my favorite penises poke around at my labia.   I reached down, lined his tip up with the opening, and he slid in.  He held me tighter, pulled me closer, and slid in deeper.  At this hour of the morning, Bob needs a little more stimulation or something – I don’t know – but he’s good for at least ten minutes of “wake up pumping” which I have always totally enjoyed.  He kissed my neck, and moved his right hand down to my belly, rubbing my mons.  He whispered, “Happy Birthday,” and slipped in and out of me as he told me he had a great day planned.  My mind wandered back to last night.  He and Bill got thicker than thieves just before we all went home, both of them laughing and smiling and looking at me like I was their next meal. He had me tightly against his body, with his penis going from a half inch to seven inches inside me, at a nice slow sexy pace.  It always feels good, but felt especially nice on that birthday as it filled that empty space, slipped in and almost out, and back in.  I didn’t care if he were to cum right then.  I know I was ready to pop, and I know I’d be thinking about this wake-up all day,   As I got closer to my climax, Bob broke the rhythm and wanted to know if I wanted a cup of coffee.  Against my animal instinct, and because I love coffee, I said yes. “But I don’t want to get up, I don’t want you leave, I want you inside me all morning”

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