The knock wakes me.
Carlo gently untangles himself from me. He’s still dressed; I’m naked.

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He opens the door and
I make no effort to cover myself. I can’t see, but from the conversation,
I know food has arrived.

Carlo pours us coffee,
then comes to the bed. Squatting, he strokes my hair and kisses my
forehead.

“Good morning, sleepy
head,” he says, smiling. “Come on get up, coffee ’s getting cold.”
He takes my hand and forces me to rise.

I take sips of coffee
and blink my eyes several times before I’m certain I’m not dreaming Carlo’s
presence.

There’s a continental
breakfast–rolls, croissants, juice–on the small dining table.

“Go ahead, go take
your shower,” he suggests, as if reading my mind.

It wasn’t exactly a
good night’s sleep, but better than the first two. I stroll to the
bathroom for my morning ritual.

The shower revives me
and I look forward to my day with Carlo. Refreshed, I slip on my
robe and return.

Carlo raises his head
from behind the paper and I see a look of disapproval in his eyes.
Takes a moment before I realize why. I move closer. He watches.
After a brief pause, I slide the robe off my shoulders and let it drop.

He smiles.

“Here, try this, this
is good.” He deposits a corn muffin on my plate and pours us more
coffee as I take my seat in the nude.

He’s right, the muffin
is good. He takes a bite of his own and continues to read.
I’m perfectly content with the silence. It’s enough to be near him.

“Come here, baby,” Carlo
beckons from behind the paper, then folds it and sets it aside.

He turns his chair
to make room and I stand before him. He slides to the edge of the
chair. Wrapping his arms around my hips, he hugs me like a little
boy. My heart is now officially his.

The moment does not
last long. He sits up. He continues to hold me in one arm while
he strokes my pussy. As expected, my hips begin to move and my head
rolls with the pleasure. He parts me gently and confirms my wetness.

He removes his arm
from around me and slowly begins to lean back in the chair. He locks
his eyes on mine as he does this. He knows I’m not about to detach
myself from his fingers by choice. I move with his hand to his side
for his convenience. Then I promptly wet heavily to reward him for
granting me yet another opportunity to submit to his wishes.

For more than ten minutes
he strokes and fingers my pussy in silence. His eyes never leave
my face while my hips move sensually in pursuit of whatever satisfaction.

“Did you like him watching
you?”

His voice snaps me
out of my pleasure. Then a greater pleasure fills me as I remember.
“Yes.”

“Did it embarrass you?”

I wet before I can
answer. “Yes,” I say shyly.

“What embarrassed you
the most?”

He’s making me face
truth. “Showing him my pussy.” I wet again as I mutter.

“Why?”

“It was an admission
of how badly I want you.”

“Do you like wanting
me?”

“Yes, Carlo, I do.

Very much.” My voice is soft.

“What did showing him
your pussy do for you?”

I pause to find the
right answer. “It intensified everything.”

“Physically and emotionally?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like giving
him pleasure?”

“Yes.”

“What satisfied you
the most?”

It embarrasses me,
but I say it anyway. “Him watching me while I came?”

“Why?”

“He saw your power
over me.”

“And your weakness?”

“Yes.”

“What did that say?”

“That you can do whatever
you want with me.”

“Can I?”

I wet. “Yes.”

“Did you like me displaying
you and making you cum in front of him?”

The sudden ache of
desire in my cunt makes me gasp and I stoop toward him for closeness.
“Yes,” I breathe.

He inserts his finger
deeper. “Isabel, Did you do anything that you now regret?”

I shake my head.
“No, Carlo.”

“Good.”

He remains silent for
a moment, then keeping his finger inserted, he moves me back as he stands.
He strokes my hair tenderly, then pulls my naked body against his and kisses
me. His movements remain gentle, just enough to keep me wetting steadily.

Vulnerability has always
been seductive for me. If being naked with a man while he’s fully
clothed isn’t vulnerability, I don’t know what is.

Carlo picks up my robe
and leads me to the bed. “Lie down.”

I lie on my back crossways.
He stands at the side of the bed. Suddenly, he jerks my bent knees
apart. Wide open, I lie in front of him and squirm with want while
he watches. I can imagine how satisfying that must be for him.

He reaches for his
belt buckle and I become anxious. Slowly, he pulls it through the
loops and lays it on the bed.

He sets one knee between
my legs and I’m sure my heart is about to stop. Will I have him now?

Very slowly, he lies
on top of me. My legs are around his waist before his full weight
is upon me. He reaches to the side and pushes my leg open, then does
the same with the other. He pins my wrists above my head and kisses
me.

He works his way down
with wet tongue and kisses, slowly, meticulously. He licks my ears.
He hits every nerve on my neck. He licks my chest and sucks my nipples
until they’re hard and tender. I want to wrap my arms around him,
but he wants me open to him, so I stay. He’s licking my tummy now.
Do I dare hope?

He grabs a pillow and
pulls it as he slides lower. When he nudges me, I lift my hips and
he tucks it under my ass. My cunt is now served to him.

He lingers long, tickling
my pussy with his breath before he licks. My moan rises from the
pit of my heart and I have to restrain myself from squeezing my legs around
his head. In frustration, I lose control and bury my fingers in his
thick hair. He pushes my hands away. He wants my complete surrender,
whether he gives or takes.

His tongue is smooth
and strong. It takes turns rotating my clit and sliding in and out,
but always avoids a lengthy stay.

I moan and call his
name as he continues to drive me deeper into desperation. As expected,
there is to be no pity. My head rolls side to side and I whimper.

He winds me down slowly,
his licks growing weaker and weaker until all I can feel is his breath
again.

“Turn over.”

As I make my turn, he
reaches for another pillow and now I have two tucked under my hips to raise
my ass higher.

“Carlo, please,” I
beg.

“Shhh.”

He strokes my hair
until I stop whining, then reaches for my robe and removes the belt.

He brings my wrists together above my head. What can he do that I
don’t already want him to?

He finishes binding
my wrists, then brings a chair. He ties the other end of the belt
to the arm of the chair.

“Carlo….” What
more can I say?

He adjusts my legs
slightly apart and lies back down beside me. I feel no fear, only
anticipation of his next move.

Again he strokes my
hair to reassure me of trust, then begins to tongue bathe my back.
The pleasure is maddening.

By the time he reaches
my lower back, I’m straining to raise my ass even higher. Yes, Carlo,
I want you to fuck me.

He rubs my ass as prelude,
then begins to lick. He spends a lengthy time massaging my cheeks
with his tongue without an argument from me. Then he does the unexpected–he
licks my asshole. What an earth shattering sensation.

I yank my hands to
gain room to push harder against his tongue, but the chair isn’t flexible
and I don’t get very far.

“Carlo….” Suddenly
my vocabulary has diminished to only one word.

In response, he moans
and I know he’s enjoying it too.

As with my pussy, he
brings the licking to an end slowly, reducing pressure until there is none.

I miss the warmth of
his mouth and the tickle of his mustache desperately. My ass moves
in little bounces and I call out to him to return. He strokes my
pussy from behind. I need so much more.

He stops briefly and
I hear shuffling, then I smell. My moans rise again–I’m so ready
to give.

In the mirror, I see
Carlo dip his finger in the lotion. He begins to circle my asshole.

As I continue to recite
the extent of my vocabulary, a few words of plea manage to come to mind.
Quietly, he dips his finger again, then returns it.

I take a deep breath
and hold still while I wait for him to stretch me open. He does it
slowly, gently. I wonder which clinic I should check into after Carlo
has driven me completely mad.

His finger slides in,
accompanied with my appropriate moan.

“You like that, baby?”
he asks softly.

I reply with a dissertation
of moans.

He waits until my muscles
begin to relax around his finger. Then he strokes a few times and
removes it. I pray it’s not over. It’s not.

He dips into the oil
again and this time, I feel two of his fingers around my entrance.

“I won’t hurt you,
Isabel,” he promises as he slowly begins to work them both in.

Now my moans are stuck
somewhere between apprehension of pain and a plea for pleasure. I’m
sure Carlo can figure out which.

It takes longer for
my anus to adjust to two, but Carlo is patient and willing to do whatever
needs to be done. When his fingers finally do slide in without resistance,
I release a sigh of relief.

“No, Carlo, I can’t
take it,” I protest alarmed when I feel three fingers.

“Isabel, I won’t ask
you to do anything that you can’t, or don’t want to.”

For some reason, that’s
sufficient to end my protest and he begins to make his entry.

I squeeze my eyes and
mumble who knows what in response to my fear.

“Relax, babe” he says,
“you’ll be fine.”

To my amazement, three
fingers do eventually slip through, but not all the way.

“That’s it, open for
me, let me take,” Carlo whispers..

Who am I to deny him?

By the time his fingers
slip all the way in, he has taken enough time and oil that I barely feel
them. I grow braver, and wetter–I’ve surrendered to his wishes again.

“Thank you, Isabel,”
he says, kissing my ass cheek.

I have to admit three
feel no worse than two–once my body and mind abandoned resistance.
But when he removes his fingers, there is a real stretched feeling.
I’ve seen pictures of women who look wide open afterwards. I wonder
if that’s how mine looks now.

Carlo seems to read
my mind. “It looks really nice, babe.”

It embarrasses me and
he gets to know this by seeing me wet again.

“That’s good.”
He gives my pussy a quick lick to let me know that he didn’t miss it.

Great!

Carlo stands.
Is he going to fuck me now? No, he’s searching for something.
I don’t know what. He finds it.

He moves another chair
opposite to the one I’m tied to. I don’t dare speculate what this
means. He sits on the bed and brings my legs together. I’m
guessing he’s using my panties to tie my ankles. Next he loops something
through the panties and I can feel it’s his belt. He uses it to fasten
my feet to the chair. What next? I have no slack for movement
in any direction.

Carlo climbs on the
bed again. “O’ baby, you look so good.” He strokes my ass,
kisses it, even slides his fingers in and out–just because he feels like
it, and can. He does this for a little while, then gets up.

I panic when I hear
him pick up the key. “No, Carlo, please don’t go.”

“I’ve got to take care
of something..”

He strokes my pussy
and all is miraculously well in an instant. Apparently I’d rather
be fingered than panic. He pushes his face against my bottom and
gives my cunt a few good licks. My juices flow again. He gives
me a kiss on the ass, then heads for the door. Opening it, he turns.

“Just think about it,”
he says with a devilish smile and gives me a wink. He’s gone.

Feels like Carlo has
been gone for hours. I can’t stop thinking about him, or focusing
on my ass. I want to feel his fingers inside it again. I’ve
never needed fucking like I have the last four days. It just gets
worse. I think I love being horny. No, I’m sure. I need
to pee.

Carlo is not back.
I’m falling asleep. My back ’s been arched for a long time and it’s
sore. It’s worth it. The position is keeping me horny.

“I’m back.” Carlo
wakes me. He’s changed his clothes. “Did you miss me?

Let me see.” He shoves his finger deep into my cunt. “Good,
you did.” He goes to the window and closes the drapes. “You
hungry, babe?” He’s untying me.

I nod, still groggy.
I’m sore all over. I’m not sure my back will straighten. He
squats beside me, with his face in mine.

“Give me a kiss.”
He kisses me, then stuffs something in my mouth. “Here’s a snack.”

I don’t know what it
is, but I chew. He helps me up and takes me to the bathroom.
He sits me on the toilet and waits till I finish peeing.

I splash some water
on my face and start feeling awake again. I reach to turn the shower
on and he stops me.

“No, I want you to
smell horny,” he says, leading me back to the room.

Horny works for me.

I hadn’t noticed, but
Carlo has brought another package from the apparel shop.

“This is going to look
great on you.” He pulls another dress out of the bag. “Come
on, baby, hurry up. I’m starving. I know you are too.”

Does he mean for food,
or for him?

His thoughtfulness
touches me. I could definitely have his children.

I check out my new
dress. It’s made of crepe, V-neck, short sleeves, with a flared short
skirt. It’s a floral pattern of orange and pink pastels.

I look at Carlo questioningly
and he replies, “Just the dress.” I slip it on over my naked body.

It makes me feel sexy.

Carlo sits and watches
me as I put on my sandals, comb my hair, and apply lipstick. When
I’m finished, I spin around in front of him, then open my hands as if to
ask what he thinks.

He looks at me up and
down and says, “Marry me.”

I’m not foolish enough
to take it seriously and I laugh.

“Come here.”

I’m easy to train.

I take my place beside him. He slides his hand under my dress.
He rubs my thigh first, then reaches for my pussy. I know he’s checking
my wetness. Of course that in itself makes me wet. Probably
just to make sure he’s not disappointed.

“Turn around.”

He reaches for my pussy
from behind. “Did you fantasize about me fucking you?”

I giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Aha.” My ass is moving.

“Did you like being
tied up?”

“O’ yeahhhh,” I respond
as my knees bend and my rear sways sensually in front of him.

“Did you like waiting
for me?”

It hadn’t occurred
to me until he asks. A pang of desire hits me right in the gut.

O’ yes, I liked it a lot. “Yes, I did.” And I wet again.

“Good.” He continues
to play with my pussy. “Did you like having your ass opened?”

Satisfaction fills
me. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what
you want.”

“Do you like giving
me what I want?”

“O’ God, yes.”

“And what do I want
with your ass, Isabel?”

My heart pounds.

“You want to fuck it.” I can’t believe the words are coming out of
my mouth.

“Yes, baby, I do.
And it’s ready for me to do that now, isn’t it?”

“Ohhhhh.” My
back arches deeper and I have a sudden craving to have my ass filled again.

“Beauuutiful.”

I’m not a Harvard graduate,
but it’s not difficult to figure out that my training session this afternoon
was designed to have me push my ass out on demand. Looks like I pass
with flying colors. I look back at him wantonly. I see an expression
of satisfaction and lust.

“Yeah, you stick your
ass out for me just like that every time I ask for it.”

“Yes, Carlo,” I say,
meaning it with all my heart. I keep silent about the part that it
would be my pleasure.

“Lift your skirt.”
His voice is more commanding again.

I pull the back of
my dress up. While I wait, I hear Carlo unscrewing the bottle of
lotion. It’s my reward.

I’m more grateful than
amazed, but all three fingers slide right in. I moan as though I’ve
been starved for them. I have.

“What, baby, you want
it now?”

My knees weaken.
“O’ Carlo….”

“You promise to give
it to me good?”

“Carlo…please.”

“Yeah, you’ll give
it to me real good,” he determines and removes his hand, leaving me panting
for him, if not drooling. Moving me out of the way, he stands.

Looks like play time
is over again. It takes all my will power to pull myself out of my
debilitating lust. But now there is hope. A new excitement
fills me.

“Don’t forget to lift
your skirt when you sit. You don’t want to get oil stains on it.”
He calls out as he washes his hands.

“Oh Jesus,” I murmur.

I’m going out with a greased ass.

At the door, Carlo stops
me before opening it. He reaches under my skirt and slides two fingers
deep into my cunt. “Beats perfume any time,” he says, rubbing my
juice on my neck and wrists.

Carlo decides we’re
going to have a drink before we leave for dinner. He leads me to
the vacant barstools. My attention is on the lifting of my skirt.

I do it carefully. I take my seat and hear, “O’ hello.”

I don’t have to look,
I know it’s the English guy from the beach. I’m turning red.

As Carlo quickly reaches
across to offer his hand, he turns my stool so that I have to face the
man.

I give Carlo a scolding
look. This meeting is a little too convenient for coincidence.

“Got to take care of something, hah?” I mutter quietly. Got to hand
it to him though, he is resourceful.

Carlo pays no mind
to me and makes the introductions. I stay silent. His name
is Mark.

Mark locks his eyes
on mine. “Hello, Isabel.”

“Hello, Mark.”

I manage to spit out.

“No need to be embarrassed,
you know. You have done nothing to be ashamed of.”

His British accent
is American influenced and his manner, mellow. I’m still blushing.

“Would it help if I
yank off in front of you?” he offers very seriously.

It’s obvious he’s making
a sincere effort. I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s better.
What are you two drinking?”

Mark is a lot more
attractive than I had realized. Behind the wire-rimmed glasses is
a pair of sensuous blue eyes. He also wears a wedding band.
He lives in San Diego with his wife and daughter. He has an import/export
business. He and his wife prefer to take at least one separate holiday
a year. This is Mark’s.

Conversation is easy.
We have drinks and it’s no surprise to me when Carlo invites Mark to join
us for dinner. I can see where this is going. I also can’t
believe I’m wetting on the barstool.

Carlo helps me off
the stool and I notice he discreetly wipes the seat with a napkin.
He gives me a smug smile and takes my hand.

Mark pays for the drinks
while we hail a cab. The ride goes by quickly, there is a lot to
talk about.

We opt to dine on the
patio of the restaurant. It’s a beautiful sunset. More drinks
arrive before dinner. Can’t go to Mexico and not eat arroz con pollo.
It’s delicious.

I excuse myself after
dinner. When I return, the table has been cleared and the bill paid.

I don’t even get a chance to sit. My hand is in Carlo’s and we’re
off again.

The night is young and
we browse in the stores along the promenade. Carlo buys me a beautiful
silver necklace. He kisses my neck as he fastens it. Mark whips
out the matching bracelet and kisses my palm. I’m in heaven.

We browse more.

We try on different sombreros and play with the marionettes. We stop
for ice cream.

The nightlife is starting.
We hear music as we pass a bar. It doesn’t look very nice, so we
keep on walking.

“Carlo.” It’s
the first request I’ve made since meeting him. “Can we go dancing
again?”

“You bet, baby.”

It’s Saturday night
so the club is even more crowded.

Carlo excuses himself
and Mark whisks me off to the dance floor. He’s not as good a dancer
as Carlo is, but he holds his own. He takes me in his arms and spins
me.

“You smell so good,
Isabel,” he says, inhaling deeply.

I know I reek of sex,
but I can tell his intention isn’t to embarrass me. I think he really
just likes the smell. I meet his eyes boldly and smile.

The song rolls into
another and we keep on dancing. I’m having fun.

Carlo joins us behind
me. The floor is so crowded it doesn’t matter who you’re dancing
with. I turn and dance with Carlo, then return to Mark. The
woman next to Carlo seems to have an eye for him and he indulges her for
the rest of the song.

The tune changes and
Carlo wraps his arms around my waist from behind. My ass does as
it’s trained–pushes back and we grind to the beat.

He releases my waist
and, taking my hand, spins me into Mark’s arms. My ass doesn’t seem
to be fussy. It pushes out for him too and we do the same.

Mark returns me to
Carlo. I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss.

Carlo unlocks my hands
and turns me to Mark. There is no point in pretense, who would I
fool? I’m in his arms and we’re kissing.

I’ve dated little since
my divorce, but been adamant about safe sex. My mind is at ease as
Mark is married. As for Carlo, I’m willing to take the risk.

When Mark brakes off
the kiss, he continues to hold me. I can see in his eyes there are
no malicious intentions there. It won’t be just a fuck.

With this understood,
he turns me back to Carlo.

Carlo’s kiss is more
passionate. Hands on my ass, he presses me against himself and I
feel his hardness. But this is Carlo and he doesn’t disappoint me.
He regains control quickly and turns me to Mark.

Mark has grown impatient.
He pulls me into his arms with my back to him and holds me tight while
he ravishes my neck. He’s also hard. Everyone around us knows
both men will have me tonight.

With the next song,
they press me between them and we sweat to the heat of Lambada. Was
there ever a more passionate dance? My cunt is soaking. O’
the satisfaction!

The heat is too much
and we struggle our way out through the crowd. Outside, Carlo kisses
me while Mark finds us a cab.

Mark gets in first.

Carlo pushes me in and I fall into Mark’s arms. We’re deeply involved
in our kiss by the time Carlo slams the door shut. He pets the back
of my thigh as he watches me with Mark.

The driver interrupts
by clearing his throat. It’s a sobering moment. It seems none
of us can remember the name of the hotel. He turns back and takes
a chance on a name. All three of us shake our heads no. He
hits jackpot on the fourth try. I pull away from Mark and slip into
Carlo’s arms, moaning.

The cab rolls and our
tongues are at it. Mark strokes my hair while he waits for his turn.

Every time I switch
between them, I notice the cab driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
Guess we’re more interesting than the road.

Carlo quickly drops
some money on the front seat and hurries me out of the cab. I don’t
even bother to maintain a dignified decorum as he ushers me past the night
clerks. Mark keeps his hands off, but walks close to me.

“Buenos noches, senores,”
the clerks chime in a chorus, smiling with such satisfaction that you’d
think they were the ones with me.

We luck out, the elevator
is empty and as soon as the doors close, Carlo passes me into Mark’s arms.

Our luck holds and
we don’t run into anyone as Mark and I follow Carlo. There seems
to be a silent agreement between all of us that I would feel most comfortable
in my own room.

At my door, Mark pins
me against the wall with his body. We kiss while Carlo fumbles with
the key.

Inside, while Mark and
I carry on kissing, Carlo gently lifts my skirt until my ass is in full
view. I push out and he takes his time rubbing it. Then his
hand moves down and he probes my wetness once more.

Mark detaches me from
himself and hands me over to Carlo. Carlo continues to hold my skirt
up as he takes me into his arms. While we kiss, it’s Mark’s turn
to indulge.

He moans deeply when
he slides his hand across my ass. He spends a moment rubbing, then
reaches under. “Ahhh, that’s nice,” he sighs, feeling my wet cunt
with his fingertips.

They pass me back and
forth several times before Carlo starts to pull my dress off. I hold
my arms straight up and let him.

“Emmm. Lovely,”
Mark murmurs, his eyes lingering on every inch of my body as I stand between
them fully dressed in my heeled sandals.

If being naked in the
presence of one dressed man has such a seductive effect on me, imagine
what it does to me in the presence of two?

Visually satisfied,
Mark pulls me into his arms and kisses me with more passion. Carlo
moves closer behind me and caresses my back.

When Mark releases
my mouth, Carlo gently presses on my shoulder. I know what he wants
and I slide against Mark onto my knees. They look down on me while
I worship his cock through his pants.

“You want his cock,
babe?” Carlo peels me off Mark’s crotch and holds me back.

“Has it been the four
days?” Mark removes his glasses.

“Yes.”

Mark smiles.
“Excellent.” He slowly unzips his pants. “I must admit, I do
admire your willpower.”

“It wasn’t easy,” Carlo
answers with a chuckle.

“Undoubtedly.

It should prove to be most satisfying.”

The conversation goes
over my head and I don’t care–my concentration is glued on Mark’s fly.
I don’t think he’s wearing underwear.

I wait with baited
breath and at last, he pulls out his cock. It’s hard and circumcised.
I move to pounce on it, but Carlo holds me back by the hair. I wait
longingly.

Mark steps closer.

Carlo pulls my hair and forces me to lift my face. He reaches down
and strokes my face tenderly. I know my eyes are pleading.

He moves closer and
his cock’s head brushes against my lips. I open my mouth to take
it, but again, Carlo holds me back. I’m being reminded to take only
what he gives. I will be fed. I don’t argue. My mouth
relaxes and my lips part.

Clutching his cock,
Mark continues to brush against my lips. It smells a combination
of soap and sweat. I moan. I love the smell of men. Fluid
oozes out and he presses between my lips. I’m being allowed to lick.
I do it gratefully.

Carlo releases my hair.

Mark inserts the head between my lips and my urgency returns. I want
to grab him, but I know I won’t get far. I resist the temptation
and suck hard with puckered lips. The more I suck, the more I need
to. Carlo strokes my hair. I’m sure they both watch, reveling
in their control over me. I submit even further as my need consumes
me–I suck whimpering.

Mark suddenly retrieves
his cock and I whimper for it harder. With a fast move, he swoops
me and sets me on the dining table. Apparently his own needs have
grown less controllable. He gives me a push back and I prop myself
on my elbows. He grabs my ankles and jerks my legs open in the air.

After a long look at my spread cunt, he leans and kisses me hard.

Carlo is at my side.
Mark runs his tongue down my neck, makes a brief stop for a suck on my
nipple, then continues. His tongue attacks my clit without preliminaries
and I scream. He laps at my soggy cunt with passion.

“O’ God,” I cry.
Then I call for Carlo in desperation. Mark’s tongue is hungry, but
still in enough control to deny me any satisfaction.

“Carlo….”

“I’m here, baby.”
He turns my face by the chin and sucks my lips into his mouth.

The confusion between
pleasure and need grows unbearable and I begin to cry.

“Alright, baby, it’s
alright.”

He comforts me with
kisses and strokes of my hair while he uses one hand to release his cock.

Working together, they
slowly calm me. Mark steps aside and Carlo takes his place.
He enters me with one sudden thrust. The intensity brings on hysteria
and I push myself into his arms. I cling to him for dear life.

“Ohhh, Isabel,” he
sighs with such satisfaction that I realize it hasn’t been easy for him
to wait either. O’ I get it. That’s what they were talking
about. Yes, should be most satisfying.

We hold each other
tight for a moment, and then I have to move. At last his cock is
in my cunt and I don’t want to wait any longer to feel it.

Carlo lets me indulge,
then begins to unlock my legs.

“Nooo….” I
cry softly. I’m disappointed, but no longer desperate. The
control is in their hands once again.

He withdraws and Mark
stands before me. He looks into my eyes until I reconnect with him.
When I lean back on my hands, he spreads my legs wider.

We all watch with anticipation
as he positions his cock against my cunt. The contact makes me gasp
and I ache to take him.

He makes his entry
slowly, methodically. With small insertions, he stops and we enjoy
each other’s lust. Half way, he prolongs and I lean on my elbows
and push my hips off the table to encourage. He slides all the way
in with a smile and we both sigh.

He begins a relaxed
stroking. I’m sure it’s a pleasure for all of us to watch his cock
slide in and out of me.

Mark withdraws completely
and the void makes my cunt flex. He keeps me waiting–I will have
his cock at his discretion. I ache for it and my cunt flexes again.

His sudden hard thrust
revives my needs. I’m frantic for satisfaction again. Carlo
pinches my nipple and my head rolls back. Mark pounds into me, accepting
my offerings of myself as I babble away.

Another quick change
takes place and now its Carlo again who’s inside me. His pants are
down around his hips. He places my legs over his shoulders and pulls
my bottom just over the edge of the table. His thrusts jolt through
me.

Mark takes Carlo’s
place at my side. At least I’m not the only one naked any more.
He kisses me. He squeezes my tits and sucks my nipples while Carlo
fucks me.

I’m vacated again.
Someone strokes my pussy. I just lie and let them do what they like.
I certainly couldn’t be doing it any better myself.

My bottom is pushed
back on the table. My legs are spread wide. Carlo squeezes
my face and sucks on my mouth. Mark sucks on my cunt. O’ God,
I need to come.

Carlo’s arm slides under
my shoulders and he lifts me into a semi sit. My cunt is so wet,
I don’t even know if I can feel any more. I’m drugged with passion.

Mark slides his cock
inside me and together, they pull me into his arms. I lock my arms
and legs around him and he picks me off the table.

He kisses me, then
carries me to the bed. He manages to lie us down without slipping
out. I welcome the comfort of the bed. I want to wrap my legs
higher around him, but he doesn’t let me. I know he doesn’t want
to give me a chance to come.

He kisses me, gently
stroking inside my cunt until I relax, then slides out. “Turn over,
Isabel.”

I see Carlo seated on
a chair behind us and know I’ll probably do anything for this man.
As I complete my turn, Mark reaches for the lotion on the nightstand.
I know what they want. I hesitate, afraid of the pain. He seems
to recognize this. He moves closer and hugs me.

We look at each other.
He has such gentility at times. He strokes my hair. “Don’t
be afraid,” he whispers.

“I can’t help it.”

“I promise it won’t
hurt too badly. You know we’ll make sure of that.”

“I’ve never done it,”
I confess.

“I know you haven’t.
I also know you want to.”

I look at him and wonder
how he knows this with such certainty. Then I look into my heart–how
could he not?

“You want to do it
for him.” Our whispered conversation continues.

I can’t argue with
that.

He moves closer, his
face in my face, his leg hooked over mine.

“So let go and let
it happen, Isabel. Allow yourself what you really want and it’ll
give you more pleasure and satisfaction than you can imagine.”

“What do I really want,
Mark?”

He kisses my forehead
gently, then tells me. “You want to be dominated. You want
to be controlled by a man you find worthy. You want him to push your
limits without wronging you. You want him to demand so that you can
submit. You want him to understand you better than you understand
yourself. You want him to know when to hold you and when to leave
you alone. You want him to be dependable so you can trust him with
your life. You want him to be smarter than you and more capable.

You want him to beat you at everything. And you want him to do all
this with love.”

I look at him amazed.
How can it be so clear to him after knowing me for only a few hours when
I haven’t been able to put it to words in a lifetime?

“You hadn’t met anyone
strong enough before,” Mark continues. “Now you have, love.
Carlo melts your heart and soul. You must already know he can give
you all that you need. But he can do it well only if he can have
what he wants. And what Carlo wants, lovely Isabel, is your complete
sexual submission.”

My eyes fill with tears.
I want to satisfy Carlo so much.

Mark kisses me tenderly.
“He needs you to be his whore, Isabel.” He whispers this even more
softly. “Be his whore. Be mine too. That’s what the three
of us need.”

O’ God, I can’t stand
it. He has such a gift for making me understand myself. That’s
exactly what I need right now–to be their whore. I lunge for a kiss
and he knows I’ve agreed. He kisses me long, lovingly.

Lying on his side, Mark
dips his finger in the oil. I can’t help but tense to his touch.

He kisses my shoulder and rubs my entrance gently until I relax.
I’m sure Carlo is watching.

“We’ll take good care
of you, Isabel. I promise.” Mark plants another kiss on my
shoulder.

He presses against
my asshole a little harder and my training takes over. I moan and
push back. Once relaxed, his finger slides right in. I’m braver
and push back more. It turns me on that he’s preparing me for Carlo.

By the time he has
two fingers inside me, I’ve shed all apprehension. I’m ready to take
it. This time he kisses my ass cheek.

I raise myself higher
on my knees with my head down. My hips sway while I wait for his
three fingers.

“Precious girl,” Mark
says with admiration. He does nothing and lets me continue to wave
wantonly. He’s a good friend to Carlo.

Mark gets on his knees
and loops his arm under my tummy. “Hold still, love.” He has
to force me to keep still. He takes his time to work in three fingers.
I think he’s just enjoying playing with me.

I must be deemed ready.
Mark grabs a pillow and tucks it under his ass as he lies on his back.

“Come here, Isabel.”
He wants me to straddle his cock.

I have an idea of my
own. I take another pillow and try to tuck it under him. As
an expert with the extensive experience of one afternoon, I know two pillows
work better than one. He laughs delightfully at my enthusiasm.

I straddle him on my
knees and hold his cock. It’s my turn and I choose to make a slow
descent. He likes it. We maintain eye to eye contact until
I’m able to sit on him, then we both moan. I lower myself in his
arms.

“Ohhhhh, you feel so
good.” He hugs me tight and keeps stroking gently inside my pussy.

We take a moment to
kiss and bond as lovers.

“He likes me fucking
you,” Mark informs me when we’ve settled in a comfortable rhythm.

Tell me something I
don’t already know.

His legs are spread
and I know Carlo can see him sliding in and out of me. It’s such
a turn on.

“Isabel, he needs to
fuck.”

“Ohhh, God.”

“Fucking your ass is
the only thing that can satisfy his cock now. Do you want his cock
to be satisfied?”

“Ohhhhh.” Does
a chicken lay eggs? “Yesss.”

“Good. Let him
know he can,” Mark whispers like a secret.

I twist back to see
Carlo. His eyes are on mine. He’s still dressed. His
air of confidence probably makes me wet, but as it is, it’s hard to tell.

I extend him
my open hand. “Carlo.”

Satisfaction fills
his eyes. When he stands, I return to Mark and bury my face in his
neck while Carlo undresses.

“Yes, love, wait for
him.”

Only when Mark says
this do I realize that my ass is pushed out and I’m holding perfectly still
in wait.

“He likes that.”

So do I.

Carlo climbs the bed
on his knees behind me. My heart races–I’ve ached for his fuck for
four days.

He slips his hands
under my arms and pulls me to stand on my knees. He hugs me and showers
my head with kisses. I close my eyes and count my blessings.
What are the odds of meeting Mr. Right? No less a perfect sidekick
too?

The tenderness is over.
Carlo presses against my back to lean me forward. I support myself
on my hands. He takes my hips and raises me off Mark’s cock.
I brace myself, but have no desire to stop.

The intensity hits
me like a brick wall when he begins to push his way in. Carlo is
going to fuck me. Suddenly, I can’t open myself enough to him.

I make useless efforts with small sounds.

“Yes, Isabel, show
him how much you need to satisfy him.” Mark seems just as caught
in our ecstasy. “Let him fuck your ass.”

“Ooohhh.” Any
more fuel added to my fire and there’s likely to be an explosion.

Let him–why is that
such a satisfying thought?

Carlo gives a harder
push and the head slips through. I feel something between pain and
pleasure. I mumble a bunch of nonsense, not sure to rise to be closer
to Carlo or to lie to be closer to Mark. Mark makes my mind up for
me–he pulls me into his arms.

“It’s all right, it
will pass soon.” He cuddles me.

The pain wears off
and I’m ready for more. I raise myself on my hands again to let them
know. Carlo enters me slowly. I don’t know if the worst is
over, but my eyes are glued on Mark’s for support. He encourages
me silently, watching my expressions of pain and pleasure.

Eventually, Carlo sinks
deep enough inside me for his pelvis to press against my ass. Another
wave of intensity hits us both. He pulls me up on my knees and we
don’t seem to be able to engulf each other enough. We moan and groan,
and grope until some level of satisfaction is achieved. The pain
is gone completely. Imagine that.

Carlo regains composure
and begins to lower me onto Mark. Mark holds his cock and waits.

If there ever was a Kodak moment in my life, this is it–that single solitary
transitional moment when the deepest fantasy turns into reality.
And I’ve lived to see mine. What can be sweeter?

I feel Mark’s cock against
my cunt and moan ecstatically. I want to feel him inside me too.
He takes my hands and supports my weight as they lower me slowly.
When I sit, he pulls me into his arms again and all three of us moan with
satisfaction. I feel so full. I never want to be empty again.

While Mark and I kiss, Carlo begins a gentle sliding.

Mark raises my face
by the chin. “It’s good, isn’t it?” he asks.

I feel a sudden rush
of emotions. “It’s good,” I say. The satisfaction is overwhelming
and the admission makes me want to cry. Confession is definitely
good for the soul.

Mark kisses me on the
forehead and I know the tenderness is over. My emotional state has
been convinced we do this with love and respect. Now, we can fuck.

Carlo’s sliding turns
into pumping. Mark joins him in a rhythm that allows me to meet each
of their forward thrusts. So this is heaven.

Passions begin to rise.
Thrusts grow harder. I can’t give enough to either man. I groan
with frustration.

Carlo leans over me.

He supports his upper weight on his hands and presses harder into my ass.
Perched on a tower of two pillows and Mark, I’m trapped with my back conveniently
arched for full penetration from both sides. Ready to explode, I
grind.

This time, I do scream.
The frustration has been too great and the passion too intense.

“O’ yes, cum, baby,”
Carlo mumbles then sucks a nerve on my shoulder.

They press hard and
keep me packed with cock while I take my ride. With eternal gratitude,
I squeeze and suck at them both.

They seem to be determined
to cater to me. They don’t move until I crave the pumping motion.
They must know it’s essential to completing my satisfaction and give it
to me with new determination. Still, they’re too horny to last long.

“Oh Jesus.” It’s
Mark. He tightens his arms around me and tries to pound with great
force.

I want him to have
a good fuck. I hold him tighter and press hard. His cock is
slamming against my uterus and it’s uncomfortable. Somehow this gives
me satisfaction. I admit, I want to suffer while he takes his pleasure.

Carlo is on his way
too. I wonder if my back can stand their pounding. I don’t
care if it breaks. I don’t want it to end. Nothing has ever
felt as fulfilling.

I think Mark ’s coming
again. I suspect their cocks are rubbing against each other through
the veil. It must excite them, though I doubt either will ever admit
to such a thing. It doesn’t matter why. What does matter is
that they’re both fucking me. I need to know I’m a good whore–their
whore.

We somehow roll onto
our sides. It’s not comfortable, but none of us is ready to let go.
Neither of them is completely soft. Every now and then I feel a flexing
and know they’re still draining inside me. Good. I want every
drop.

I wouldn’t mind bearing
Mark’s children either, but I keep track of my cycle. It’s safe.

We untangle because
my arm has gone numb and my leg is in pain. There’s lots of contented
sighing, hugging, and kissing.

Reluctantly, I go to
the bathroom. I want to keep their cum inside me, but I can’t hold
it anymore. I don’t bother to close the door or wash myself afterwards.

I stumble back into
bed and they hug me from both sides. It feels good.

I begin to doze off.
One of them gets up–I don’t know which. The other holds me.
When he returns, I get rolled over into his arms. I slip in and out
of sleep all night long, turning from one to the other, kissing, hugging,
and moaning.

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I finally arrived into the motel in Chicago. I was there for the annual restaurant show representing the place I worked for. Chicago and Illinois were new to me, and I was excited about checking out the bars for the first time. The only thing I hated about these shows was that the company made us share rooms and unfortunately I was stuck with the oldest guy at the job, Phil. He was married and I was concerned that I probably could not cruise the bars like I wanted too. Though I was never attracted to older men, Phil was very masculine and well built. I knew he was packing a big gun because of the size of his bulge. I quickly lost the thought knowing he was married and always chasing the young women at the job. When we checked in we quickly realized that the room only had one bed, and offered no privacy for either one of us.

We attempted to get another room but because of the restaurant show there were no other rooms available, we looked at each other and to my surprise began to laugh. Phil said his wife wouldn’t mind and just smiled. We both showered and decided to go out for a drink or two. We stopped at the first bar we found and started to drink, after a few too many we began flirting with each other. Just the thought of this older guy lusting after me kind of turned me on. I realized that his cock was bulging so much that he was turned on. I asked him if he had ever been with a guy before and he slightly laughed, Phil commented that we should leave.

We returned to the room and everything got really quite fast. We both stared at the small bed in the middle of the room and Phil asked which side I wanted. I told him I prefer the left side of the bed and he said ok. Phil stripped his clothes off and said he was tired and got into the bed. To my amazement he lay on the left side of the bed. I asked him what he was doing and he simply laughed. His cock was standing straight up and his balls were swollen. I felt my cock fill with fluid and it pushed out my pants. Phil leaned over and unzipped my pants and began stroking my cock slowly. I began moaning and Phil responded by pulling me onto the bed. Phil placed his hands around my cock and balls and slowly massaged them. I reached over and gripped Phil’s dick with my left hand, I took my right hand and slid it between his ass.

Phil asked if I wanted to kiss his cock, I of course wrapped my lips around his hard stick and stroked it with my mouth. Phil stretched out on the bed and turned his body so his head was at my feet. He grabbed my cock and pulled it into his mouth. Now we were both sucking and massaging each other gently. The 69 lasted for about 20 minutes as we both came into each others mouths. We fell asleep and in the morning woke up to more erections. We both laughed and looked forward to the next three days.

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Lindsay stood on the sandy beach, shielding her eyes from the dazzling sunlight, and looking out to sea. She was not happy even though she was on holiday – a fifteen year old girl wanted clubs, discos and boys but all she had got was a trip to the middle of nowhere because her parents had decided it would be good to ‘get away from it all’ and ‘bond as a family’. Today this had involved trekking from their rented farmhouse on a remote stretch of the southern Spanish coast to an even remoter beach, and although it was beautiful, what did you do when you got here?. There was no sign of anyone else in either direction so all there was to do was swim, sunbathe, read and chill out.

Sighing to herself she laid out her towel next to the awning where her parents sat and applied sun lotion to herself, tying her shoulder length blonde hair out of the way. Her father watched her and thought how beautiful his daughter had become – she had big blue eyes that melted your heart, well proportioned features and even white teeth. Her slim figure was toned by swimming and other sports and her breasts…Jim Brown caught himself. He shouldn’t be thinking of his daughter like that but he idly guessed she must be a 36D.

Jim was in his mid forties and had been married to Amy for 20 years. He was well over six foot with a hard, well sculpted body from years of working on the oil rigs. There was little sign of middle aged spread and just a few flecks of grey hair at his temples. Jim was proud of the way he looked and was just as proud of Amy who lay next to him. Amy was a keen sportswoman and had kept her figure trim despite the two children . Like Lindsay, Amy was around 5 foot 5, had the same fine and well proportioned features, but unlike her daughter Amy had dark brown hair that was cut fairly short and small, firm breasts that needed little support. The quartet was made up by James junior who looked like a smaller version of his father. At thirteen years old he was just beginning to develop from a boy to a man. Jim lay back in the hot morning sun, kicked off his sandals and hoped that the two kids wouldn’t argue as they did at home and spoil his holiday.

Lindsay lay face down on her towel and undid her bikini top to prevent tan lines and was soon joined by Amy while the two men headed off down the beach a little way to throw a football.

‘I hope you’re not too upset that Daniel couldn’t come’ said Amy. Lindsay sighed – this had been a source of argument before the holiday as Daniel was her latest boyfriend and Lindsay had not wanted to be without a companion. ‘It’s just that your father and I feel that we need to spend more time as a family and I don’t think it is a good idea that you are hanging out with all these boys at your age’. ‘You could get a bad reputation you know’ Amy continued.

‘Oh mum really’ said Lindsay in exasperation. She was no innocent but was still a virgin unlike many of her contemporaries. It wasn’t that she was scared or waiting for Mr Right but for a naturally gregarious teenager she could do without all the baggage that came with sleeping with a guy. Daniel might be the one – he was new at Lindsay’s school – but then again he might not be. The one thing Lindsay did know was that she couldn’t discuss things like that with her mother.

‘Look Mum, I’m OK..really’ said Lindsay. ‘Why do you assume I would get up to anything anyways’.  ‘I’m not happy because I’m bored, there’s nothing to do and nobody my own age here’. ‘You could spend some time with your brother’ said Amy.

Lindsay wrinkled her nose and gave her Mum one of those teenage looks that made Amy realise she was not even close in persuading her daughter to play Happy Families. Amy let the subject drop and the two engaged in small talk about anything & everything. Lindsay’s mood gradually lightened and the two went for a swim. They were both strong and confident swimmers and raced to the sandbar about 200 metres from the shore. Amy got there just before her daughter and was panting from the exertion while her daughter scarcely seemed to be out of breath. ‘You let me win’ Amy said and Lindsay smiled. As the two of them lay on the sandbar, a small fishing boat came round the headland, and chugged slowly towards them. The girls watched it as it approached. The young men on deck were quite obviously ogling Lindsay and her mother, shouting and motioning for them to get on board. Amy and Lindsay enjoyed some light hearted exchanges with them while the young hopefuls promised them the earth in rudimentary English. After a minute or so the Captain decided the crew had had their fun and there was no chance of luring the girls on board so the boat turned away and headed out to sea leaving the shouts and laughter of the crew to be carried away on the gentle breeze. Lindsay watched it go with mixed feelings. Although it was potentially a dangerous situation to put herself in, some of those men were fit looking and seemed nice enough. She glanced at her mother and shrugged her shoulders.

Amy licked her lips – despite her demure and rather old fashioned nature, she harboured a secret fantasy to be gang banged and although she hadn’t considered it for a while, the arrival of the boat with its young and virile crew had brought her fantasy back in sharp relief. It was impossible of course…there was Jim and Lindsay…but still Amy harboured a small corner of regret as the boat headed away. It wasn’t as if her sex life was bad – far from it – Jim was a frequent and considerate lover and his thick, nine inch penis thrilled her through and through but this was her fantasy.

The two women headed back to shore and Amy began to prepare lunch. Lindsay put a cover over her swimming costume as she didn’t want sunburn this early in the holiday and helped her mother. They were soon joined by the boys who set out the plates and bowls for the picnic. ‘What are you guys doing after lunch?’ said Jim. ‘I’m going for a swim when my lunch has gone down’ said Jim Junior. Lindsay and Amy both said they would read for a bit and Jim elected to swim with his son.

After lunch the two girls lay under the awning and Lindsay took off the swimsuit cover. As she lay on her back she undid her bikini straps and rolled the material down her breasts so that it just covered her nipples – she was going for minimum tan lines here. Her mother looked at her. ’Is it wise to let Jim Junior see you like that’ she said. ‘Oh Mum, he’s swimming and I can always cover up a bit before he gets back – anyway, tan lines are so not cool’ said Lindsay. Her mother was slightly annoyed – ‘there is so much you don’t yet know about the world young lady’ she started but then let it drop – she didn’t want to start an argument as she had enjoyed the morning they had spent together. Presently the guys returned from their swim and Lindsay adjusted her bikini top – to please her mother as much as anything. Jim Junior was dripping wet and showered it all over Lindsay. Oh Mum, Dad look what he’s done!’ Lindsay shrieked. ‘You brat’ she shouted to Jim Junior. ‘It’s only a joke’ said her father ‘just chill out’. ‘Yeah really funny’ replied Lindsay ‘I’m off for a walk where I won’t get annoyed by brats’. She kicked sand at her brother who lay grinning on the sand and stalked off. ‘Just leave her’ said Amy to her husband who looked as if he was about to go after her.’ She will be back soon enough and by the way I don’t think that was very funny what Jim Junior did either’ she admonished him. ‘You can be so insensitive sometimes Jim Brown’. Jim watched his daughter disappear behind some dunes. Jim Junior got up and looked like he might follow her. ‘Get back here’ barked Jim. ‘You’ve caused enough trouble today’.

Jim Junior sank back on the sand and picked up a book.

Lindsay walked at a brisk pace across the dunes for ten minutes or so and slowly her bad mood evaporated. Every so often she would glance round to check that nobody was trying to follow her and was pleased to find that she was alone. Presently she came to some strange rocks, carved into weird shapes by the tides and sat down. The place she had chosen was right out of the wind and Lindsay stretched herself out. ‘This is better’ she said to herself ‘a brat free zone’. She carefully undid her bikini top again and started to roll the material down. ‘Oh what the hell’ she said to herself, ‘with no prying eyes I can go for zero tan lines’, and having checked once more to see that she hadn’t been followed she took her top off completely. Lindsay gazed at her breasts. Daniel was crazy about them, particularly the large and puffy nipples which were super sensitive to the touch. Lindsay remembered the last time Daniel had caressed her tits, the day before they had come on holiday, and how he had sucked her nipples gently. She lay back and closed her eyes and revelled in the memory, moving her hands to make slow circling movements on her tits and tweaking her nipples which quickly became erect and stiff. She let out a low moan and bit her bottom lip. ‘Christ I feel horny, I wish Daniel were here’ she muttered to herself. Lindsay lifted one breast high towards her mouth and started to lick and suck on her nipple, her whole body tingling and her pussy starting to moisten. She slowly caressed down her body and hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms, drawing them off completely before running her hands through the light covering of pale brown pubic hair that covered her slit. Lindsay began to explore her pussy in an unhurried way with one hand while playing with her tits with the other. Her fingers traced round her outer labia for a while before moving deeper. She used both hands now to part her lips and use the moistness to lubricate her clit which was standing up like a little button begging to be stimulated.

Her breathing became deeper as she gently grazed her clit while moving one and then two fingers into her dripping pussy, establishing a rhythmic motion. As she opened her eyes she could see the fishing boat she had seen earlier on the horizon and her mind switched from thinking of  Daniel to thinking of the hardened, bronzed men on the boat. Wild thoughts accelerated through her mind – what if they could see her from the boat, what would their faces be like as they watched her, spread eagled and naked on the beach with two fingers pumping in and out of her sweet virgin pussy. She imagined the size of their cocks and the feeling of their breath on her skin as they held her down to fuck her. This last erotic thought pushed her into sexual overdrive and a massive orgasm shook her body as she arched her back, pushing her fingers in deep as they would go.

 Lindsay continued to caress her beautiful body, taking advantage of the solitude to explore every inch and experience the pleasures of masturbation. Raising herself on her hands and knees she was able to play with the full length of her slit and the sensitive opening to her asshole for the first time. As she became used to that sensation she was able to relax and slowly slid a finger into her anus. Lindsay held the finger there, relishing the new and delicious sensations before moving it in and out and rotating it, giving herself another panting climax in the process.

Out of the corner of her eye she thought she caught a movement and her heart jumped. ‘Oh my God’ she muttered. ‘Don’t let it be Junior’. What if it was one of her parents?. Her face burned red at the thought. As she looked around for her discarded bikini she caught sight of a head bobbing up behind one of the rocks.

Embarrassment and fear left her – she was just plain angry. ‘All right, come out from there’ she demanded. ‘I can see you, you disgusting pervert’. For a moment nothing happened and then two figures guiltily emerged from behind the rocks.

The first was a very good looking Spanish boy of about 17. He was dressed in shorts with no shirt and was tanned and muscular with long, lustrous, curly dark hair. He had large brown eyes, full lips and a flashing white smile. Lindsay estimated his height at around six foot. As he stared at her, Lindsay was aware that she was still naked and hurriedly covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other.

The second figure was a girl, younger than the boy. As she emerged to stand beside him, Lindsay was awestruck. She regarded herself as good looking by all known standards – she was popular and never short of male admirers who kept telling her how beautiful she was while trying to get their hands up her skirt, but this girl was something else. She was around the same height as Lindsay with a flawless olive complexion. Her soft brown eyes, long dark hair, delicate nose and full sensuous lips screamed eroticism. She wore a simple cotton summer dress that fitted perfectly over her slim body, accentuating her perfectly proportioned breasts and slim waist. The dress was short, hugging the girl’s tight buttocks and showing off her long, tanned legs. Lindsay was disturbed – she had never considered a girl sexually before but the beauty before her and her own rampant hormones were causing new and strange thoughts in her mind. However, her anger had certainly not abated. ‘So what the hell do you two peeping toms think you were doing’ she shouted, simultaneously being aware that these two might not understand what the hell she was saying. ‘Well then’ she demanded. ‘I’m sorry, my name is Luis and this is my sister Anna Maria’ said the boy slowly in halting English. ‘We were out collecting shells when we saw you behind some rocks and…..such things…..are not so common but I do not explain myself well’ he said turning bright red. ‘You are very beautiful’ blurted out Anna Maria. ‘Please, us Catholics are forbidden to do such things but to see your face and the pleasure’…her voice trailed off and she blushed like her brother.

Lindsay softened her voice ‘You don’t masturbate?’ she questioned. ‘We are not supposed to’ said Luis ‘but occasionally I have done so’. Anna Maria looked shocked at her brother’s admission. ‘I have not touched myself’ she said quietly ‘but I can see the pleasure it gives’ and she blushed again.

Lindsay’s arms were getting tired. She thought of asking Luis or Anna Maria to hand her the bikini but it seemed absurd after they had seen her most intimate moments. Sensing that these two presented no danger to herself, she dropped her arms. Luis’ eyes were immediately drinking in her whole body while he was trying to appear to look elsewhere. This amused Lindsay. ‘You’ve seen it all already’ she chided as he faced her again. Luis gave up the pretence and stared at Lindsay. Normally she would be embarrassed but the boy’s good looks and the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts was making her feel horny again. Anna Maria was also staring at her. Obviously she had seen herself naked but this English girl with her blue eyes and large breasts and pale hair was fascinating to her. Lindsay sensed their indecision and took control. ‘So are you going to stare all day or what’ she said. Luis and Anna Maria looked nonplussed so Lindsay added ‘well I think it would be polite if you joined me’. She was amazed by her own boldness as she knelt in front of Luis and unfastened his shorts. He made a half hearted attempt to hold them up but was too slow as Lindsay whipped his shorts and underwear down in a single movement, revealing his large uncircumcised semi erect cock. Lindsay examined it closely. Sure she had jacked off a few boys including Daniel but she hadn’t had the opportunity to examine a dick close up. ‘It’s beautiful’ she murmured as she studied the engorged purple head and the brown, vein ridged shaft that was now fully erect. Lindsay lightly ran one hand up and down the shaft and used her other to cup Luis heavy balls. Gradually she used a firmer stroke , running her hand the full length of the penis and stimulating the head. Luis breath was coming in ragged gasps and he could not hold himself back. The feeling of this beautiful girl’s hand on his manhood was too much and he came, shooting streams of come up on to his belly. Lindsay continued pumping Luis cock until his balls were empty and he lay on the sand to get his breath back. Luis raised his head and kissed Lindsay full on the lips, His tongue snaking out and entwining with her own. His hands moved to her breasts and played with her nipples that soon became erect again. As Lindsay came up for air she motioned to Anna Maria. The Spanish girl took a deep breath, unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the sand. Standing in her pretty white lace bra and simple white cotton panties she looked the picture of innocence and Lindsay realised she would need coaxing to take the final step. Leaving Luis on the sand she approached Anna Maria and took her hand. The two sat down together and Lindsay unhooked Anna Maria’s bra and uncovered her breasts. ‘Bueno’ she said and Anna Maria giggled. Anna Maria had fantastic tits thought Lindsay, smaller than her own but a perfect shape and crowned with large golden brown aerolae and a chocolate brown nipple. ‘Now take your panties off’ said Lindsay. Her voice sounded husky and again she was surprised by her boldness. The solitude and the sheer eroticism of the moment was stripping her of her prejudices and preconceptions. Anna Maria shyly removed her panties and exposed herself to Lindsay’s gaze. Her pubic hair was thick and dark and hung like a halter around her virgin pussy. ‘Please show me what to do’ she whispered nervously.

Lindsay caressed Anna Maria’s breasts the way she had felt her own and tweaked the nipples which stiffened under her gentle touch, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Anna Maria showed no sign of wanting to do this by herself and Lindsay was rapidly losing any remaining inhibitions about making love to this gorgeous girl. She turned Anna Maria’s face to hers and kissed her full on the lips, quickly turning it into a full on French kiss. Running her hands lightly down Anna Maria’s body, she ended up stroking her inner thigh. As she moved her hand higher again, Anna Maria obligingly parted her thighs to give her access to her pussy. Lindsay broke off her kiss and moved her head down to lick and suck at Anna’s tits while her fingers slowly rubbed her slit, starting at the bottom and working up to graze her clitoral hood. Anna Maria was moaning gently at Lindsay’s touch, her own inhibitions melting like a snowball in summer. Anna Maria was becoming very wet and Lindsay began to penetrate further with her fingers. Filled with lust she abandoned Anna’s tits and licked downwards towards Anna’s pussy. As she arrived at the navel she gently pushed Anna back on to the sand and spread her thighs wide. Lindsay moved between Anna’s thighs and gazed at her symmetrical, pouting pussy lips behind their curtain of damp curls and inhaled the girl’s musky scent, subtly different to her own. She slowly moved her head forward and kissed Anna’s pussy, flicking out her tongue to tease her and then gently parted her labia to reveal the gleaming pink of Anna Maria’s sex and her erect clit. Lindsay’s tongue started to tease and probe Anna’s slit and give her clit special attention. She combined the oral stimulation with her sensitive fingers, slowly moving them deeper and deeper into her boiling cunt. Anna Maria felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, each climax greater than the last until they reached a screaming crescendo. She grabbed the back of Lindsay’s head and squeezed it into her pussy as she experienced her first major orgasm. Lindsay caught her breath, her face sticky with Anna Maria’s juices and raised her head while Anna Maria lay panting and glassy eyed beneath her.

Luis had shifted his position to watch this delightful Sapphic display and now kissed Lindsay deeply, his excitement enhanced by the sweet taste of his sister on her tongue. He was fully erect again and gently guided Lindsay’s head to his engorged cock. ‘I’ve never done this before’ she said as she kissed Luis cock tenderly all over. Slowly she moved her mouth back to the swollen head and gently pulled back his foreskin, licking the head like a lollipop and coating it with her saliva. Then she took the boy’s cock into her mouth and sucked down on it, hollowing her cheeks and moving up and down on his dick, working her tongue around the head. Luis stroked Lindsay’s hair and closed his eyes. He had never felt anything quite so wonderful in his 17 years and each movement of her golden head brought new sensations. Anna Maria was on her hands and knees watching intently and when Lindsay came up for air, gently pumping Luis cock with her hand, she offered it to the wide eyed youngster. Anna Maria nervously took hold of her brother’s prick, which leapt like a live thing in her hand, and slowly lowered her eager mouth onto the shaft, taking it deep inside. Luis felt his mind was going to explode. He simply could not believe that his beautiful, innocent sister was now sucking on his cock like her life depended on it. Anna Maria learnt fast, intently watching her brother’s reaction to her ministrations as she wrapped her tongue around the sensitive head and then deep throated him. Running her tongue down his shaft she licked at his large balls and gently sucked on them while using her fingers to squeeze his stiff shaft. She was joined by Lindsay and the two girls worked on Luis cock together. This was too much for Luis – he didn’t want to come again just yet, so he pulled his cock away and knelt between Lindsay’s thighs, gently pushing her on to her back. Starting on her inner thigh Luis gently kissed his way slowly towards his prize and, on reaching it, thrust his tongue between her prominent pussy lips. Lindsay cried out as Luis thrust his tongue deep into her before fastening on to her clit. Luis used alternate gentle and thrusting movements that were driving Lindsay crazy with lust. She felt her orgasm building and opened her legs as wide as they would go urging him to move ever deeper. As she climaxed, Anna Maria kissed her again and fondled her large tits. Lindsay felt like she was in heaven.

‘Fuck me’ she gasped ‘please fuck me’ and pulled Luis towards her, guiding his prick to the entrance of her virgin pussy. ’Please be gentle’ she said, looking into Luis big brown eyes and he instinctively understood he was to be her first. He pushed the large head against her pussy lips, rubbing it up and down her slit, gradually working it into her tight pussy. He then withdrew a bit before pushing in deeper. The feeling of her hot, wet love tube on his dick was incredible as he sank into her inch by inch. Lindsay closed her eyes and grasped her tits, kneading them furiously. Luis cock was filling her up so much more than her fingers, stretching her little hole. She felt him bump against her intact hymen and reached for him, kissing him deeply as she pulled him towards her. Luis withdrew a couple of inches and then thrust his pelvis forward, taking her cherry. Lindsay felt a stab of pain as her hymen gave way that soon turned to pleasure as he sank the full length of his dick into her. They lay like that for a while with Luis rotating his hips and grinding his pelvis against Lindsay’s clit, driving her wild before slowly pumping his cock back and forth in her steaming pussy.

Lindsay had never felt so turned on before as Luis’ cock filled her up, the slurping sounds as he pumped in and out proof of her arousal. Luis was drunk with her beauty and the incredible sensations of her tight pussy but he was learning his craft as a lover. Every time he felt himself near climax, he would pause before continuing his slow rhythmic fucking. Lindsay began to move her pelvis in time with his, raising her buttocks to meet his thrusts as yet another orgasm shuddered through her body covering Luis’ cock in her hot, sticky, pungent juices. This inflamed Luis still further and he quickened and lengthened his stroke, pushing her thighs wide apart and massaging her clit with his fingers. He felt his come surging from his balls and quickly withdrew his prick before sending several streams of his white love juice arcing over her belly and tits. He bent forward and kissed her tenderly before rolling off to lie beside her.

Anna Maria replaced her brother between Lindsay’s thighs and murmured ‘Gracias it’s my turn now’. After a long, lingering kiss she moved her head down Lindsay’s body, licking at her puffy erect nipples and the small pools of her brother’s love juice.

‘You learn quick’ gasped Lindsay as Anna Maria descended to her sparsely covered pussy and started to lick her clit. Anna Maria was very gentle which Lindsay was grateful for as she began to tease her towards another climax. Out of the corner of her eye Lindsay could see that Luis had become erect again and wondered if all men had his staying power. He positioned himself behind his sister and started to rub her slit with his fingers, gently opening the outer labia while she feasted on Lindsay’s pussy. Anna Maria let out a low moan and quickly repositioned herself, taking a lower stance and opening her legs wider to give her brother greater access. Luis explored his sister’s tight virgin pussy with his fingers, finding her clit and incorporating it into his tender caresses. Anna Maria soon became very wet and Luis started to pump his fingers gently in and out in a fucking motion while playing with her clit with his other hand. Anna Maria climaxed noisily and Luis moved his head to his sister’s pussy to lap at the juices that were leaking from her snatch. He was intoxicated by their sweet smell and burrowed his tongue into her which caused her to have another orgasm. Luis ran his tongue the full length of Anna’s pussy and as he reached the lower end he noticed her little chocolate starfish nestled between her tight buttocks. He remembered the pleasure on Lindsay’s face as she had played with her asshole and experimentally flicked out his tongue and played it around the tiny puckered hole. Anna Maria gasped at this new sensation and moved her ass back onto Luis’ tongue, allowing it to penetrate a little way. Luis carried on stimulating her ass and pussy with his tongue until she had come again and then raised himself to put his erect cock at the entrance of her dripping, virgin love hole. Anna Maria made no protest as her brother started to penetrate her, using the same care as he had shown Lindsay. She was in rapture as her brother’s prick slowly filled her vagina and Lindsay’s hands gently massaged her tits. Luis reached his sister’s maidenhead and with a quick stab was through and his big cock ploughed deeply into her body. Anna Maria whimpered but her cries were stifled as Lindsay engaged her in a long and passionate french kiss.

Pleasure began to mix with the pain for Anna Maria as her brother steadily thrust his dick in and out of her pussy. She steadied herself and reached back with one hand to play with her clit while her brother fucked her, feeling his shaft stretching her tight little hole. She felt her orgasm building and cried out with sheer pleasure this time as Luis buried himself to the hilt in her hot cunt and rotated his hips as if he was trying to screw her into the earth. Luis carried on plundering her tight little snatch and gradually he felt his own orgasm begin to rise. He had been fucking his hot little sister for at least half an hour and his body was slick with sweat as he toiled in the heat of the afternoon sun. Anna Maria fluttered from orgasm to orgasm. She had never imagined the joys that awaited those who indulged in these forbidden pleasures. She had her tongue buried in the snatch of a beautiful blonde girl while her loving brother was fucking her for the first time and the pure eroticism of the moment overwhelmed her. These thoughts and the physical sensations brought her to a final massive, long climax, quickly followed by Lindsay and lastly Luis who whipped his cock out of her pussy at the last moment and shot his load over her gorgeous ass.

The three of them lay naked in the hot afternoon sun and recovered from their exertions, quietly chatting to one another, exchanging stories and becoming firm friends. Lindsay was suddenly alert as she heard her father’s voice calling her name. They quickly retrieved their discarded clothes and with hurried kisses and promises to meet again, Lindsay slipped out from behind the rocks and went to meet her father. As she looked back she could just see Luis disappear out of sight towards the hidden track that she now knew led to their villa. ‘Perhaps this holiday will be the best of my life’ she said to herself as she found her father looking around a little way up the track. ‘Ah there you are’ said Jim. ‘You were gone for so long I was getting worried about you’. ‘I’m fine’ said Lindsay and gave her father a big hug. ‘Lets get back to the others – you know it really is beautiful around here’ she continued. Jim shook his head in amazement – he figured he would never understand the female mind completely but as his daughter walked in front of him he sensed something had changed in her. She was walking with more poise, more confidence somehow and appeared less his little girl and more a young woman. Lindsay tilted her face at the soft onshore breeze that had just sprung up and wondered what other adventures awaited her in the coming weeks.

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“Mark, did you hear me?”
Charles swung around to see an exceedingly tall
slender amazon type woman in bikini shorts and a diagonal band
with a strap which served as a top. She was possibly the sexiest
woman he had ever seen. He couldn’t tell if she was real or
synthetic, but with her looks he didn’t care. She had an enforcer
ATW rifle over her shoulder and a hand on her shapely hip. His
eyes went from her bulging breast, to her mound protruding from
between her legs, prominant even in those hideious kahki
shorts.
“Where the hell am I?” Charles asked suddenly.
“Mark, have you been out in the sun too long?” she
smiled teasingly, a questioning look in her eyes.
“Lady, I don’t know who you are or where we are,
but I’m not and never have been Mark. My name is Charles Hunter.”

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“What?” she straightened and explosive anger
flashed in her eyes. Her hand clenched into a fist and it hit
Charles in the stomach before he could move to protect himself.
In an instant she leaped through the air and landed firmly on his
chest.
“What have you done? Where is Mark?” her hands
went around his throat and began to close down.
“Woman are you friggin crazy. You are trying to
choke a robot. I don’t know how I got here and I don’t know
anything about Mark. Now get off me before I hit you,” he said,
slapping her right hand away. The sudden loss of support made
her fall against him. He looked into her beautiful face, then
down her delicious clevage.
“That will be the day,” she growled but relented
slowly, climbing to her feet. “The bastards must have discovered
his background. I thought he’d be safe after all this…” she
trailed off and looked closely in Charles’ eyes. “Welcome to
Effrasia, asshole.”

“Thanks, bitch.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I shouldn’t be, I ate less than an hour ago…
but I am. I guess Mark hasn’t eaten lately.”
“We were about too. Damned, I was just getting him
broken in.”
“You think the found him out?” he asked, falling
into step beside her. “He had a shady past?”
“To say the least. He was a Terminalist, you must
have heard of them.”

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of them,” Charles said,
rolling his eyes. “I program computers. I’ve never been hacked
by one, but everyone in my field is familiar with a Terminalist.
In the 20th century they were called Hackers. I don’t like them
very much, they are non-productive psychopaths who contibute
nothing to society and destroy what I create. Despite what they
say, it takes no genius to destroy.”
“Yeah, we all have our problems. Well I’d better
indoctrinate you on the way back to the hutch. We are the
guardians of Seti Alpha Four. We are game wardens protecting the
future of species transplanted here by IB&C while they were still
in business. Here you will find genetically engineered plant and
animal life unseen on Earth for over a century. Our job is to
protect and study the habits of these species so we can readapt
them to Earth, to be trasnplanted at some point in the future.
Any questions?”
“Yeah, what’s your name?”
“Cindy Oray. Yours?”
“Charles Hunter.”

“Well don’t do any hunting here, we live on the
recomb, not real meat.”
“How many others are on this planet?”
“None, we’re it.”
“So this is all we do, walk around and watch
animals mate?”
“That’s about the size of it, but that’s about to
change. We are reintroducing the California Condor on Earth in a
few weeks. The biologists feel they can adapt to the
mega-complexes of Western.”
“How exciting. I was just finishing up a project
on… hell, I don’t know where I was. Anyway they simply yanked
me here in the middle of a test run.”

“Leave behind anybody significant?” she asked
casually as they reached the grass and bamboo hut.
“No… well yes, sort of. I just found out she was
ninety in real life.”
“In these bodies we are all the same age. I was
born in the late 20th century, that’s why I’m here. I lived in a
time when most of these animals were still alive.”
“You’re a defrost?”
“Yeah, I’m a defrost,” she said defensively. “You
got a problem with that?”
“No, I guess not. Say, this is pretty nice,”
Charles looked around the inside of the room and was surprised to
find that technology had not been left behind, despite what the
outside of the hut looked like.

“Yeah, we do all right. Most of the protein for
the recomb comes from the local flora around here. We’re not
allowed to touch anything originating on Earth. I’ll show you
which is which later. There’s actually very little local plant
life which is poisonous. A few type of fungus and three flowering
shrubs, that I know of. Technically, the recomb can remove the
poisonous aspects of such plants when it recombines the molecules
into something we recognize as food, but I wouldn’t try it.”
“I know nothing about recombs, everywhere I’ve
been my food came from a deli slot.”
“A techie, huh?”
“Sure, I had a programming job with a large
corporation.”
“So why are you here?” she handed him a plate of
steak and mashed potatoes.
“My wife…” he hesitated for several moments
before continuing, “she’s gone.”

“Sorry. Everyone I ever knew is gone, except for
one man, he used to be the mechanic who worked on our car most of
the time. I hated him. He got stinking rich off some kind of
patent that made gas three times more efficient and had himself
frozen. He restores cars for a rich guy now.
I was a model and part-time biologist. I got
cancer and my insurance company froze me rather than paying off.
I learned that you should always read the fine print before
signing anything. But in the end, the joke’s on them. They’ve
been dead for two centuries and I’m still here.”
“I’ve heard of cancer, it was a big thing in the
20th century. I don’t know what a car or mechanic is, but I’m
sorry anyway.”
She shrugged and began eating. She cooked well,
which was a real art with a recomb machine. It was easy to
program a recomb computer to spit out food substitutes, but the
art was in the slight alterations which synthesized certain
spices, altered the moisture content, or added the hint of
different flavors produced by a private formula. Cindy was a
master. Charles enjoyed the warm, freshly scented breeze blowing
in off the plains, playing with the lacy curtains and ruffling
Cindy’s dark brown hair while they ate. Cindy finished eating
first and dumped her dishes in the recycle bin on the recomb. She
sat and watched Charles eat, then took his dishes too. She
returned with a gleam in her eyes.
“So now that your full and your robotic body has
refreshed itself, and is even now transforming all that protein
into energy, how about sex?” Cindy asked casually.
“With you?” Charles asked stupidly.

“Unless you have somebody else in mind,” she
pretended to look around the empty room, then stared at him,
planting her elbows firmly on the table. “Let me put my cards
right on the table. I swing both ways, but Mark didn’t. He liked
men. I haven’t had sex in over two years and unless you’re like
him, this body should be appealing to you. So how about it?”
“Sure, ok,” Charles said casually.
She led him to the rustic looking couch, abruptly
at a loss. She really hadn’t expected him to say yes so quickly.
After years without sex, she was suddenly lost.
“You have a nice place here,” Charles said,
looking around the little hut. He touched her shoulders. She
shuddered under his touch. She bent and began patting couch
cushions into place. He sank to his knees behind her. Her pussy
was so close he could smell it. It smelled delicious, a little
like pussy and a little like lilacs and cinnamon.
She must have a magical woodsy type of perfume, he
decided. He inhaled deeply, taking in her heavenly aroma. Slowly,
with a will of their own, his hands came up and touched the back
of her legs. Gently, they slid up into her shorts until each hand
held a cheek of her ass. He kneaded them firmly, while pulling
her pussy up against his nose. He inhaled again. He heard her
take a deep, shuddering breath. She moved slightly, spreading her
legs.
Charles pushed up the left leg of her shorts until
he found the soft crease just below her ass cheek. He kissed it
gently, then licked it. It was fresh, warm, and slightly salty.
He licked his lips for a moment, then licked the other crease.
She shuddered, melting in his hands. Suddenly eager for more,
Charles spun her around and sat her on the couch.

Her slender soft hands came down to rest on his
head. She caressed his hair absently, while he inhaled the aroma
of her pussy once more. It was more that he could stand. He
yanked down her shorts and panties in one quick jerk. He sat
facing her lightly-haired pussy. He spread her pussy lips with
his thumbs and sucked her clit into his lips, nursing gently on
the throbbing member. It was like a little cock. Mechanical or
not, Cindy had one fantastic body. It was entirely suited for her
manly type of amazon personality. And it was beautiful.
“Oh yes, suck it,” she whispered, almost in his
ear. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly,
while his right thumb plunged up inside her pussy. She gave a
shuddering gasp and pulled his face tightly into her pussy. He
sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it
with his tongue. She cried and withered before him. The taste and
sounds were very erotic. Outside he could hear the sounds of
animals. The peacocks surrounding the area set up an unholy howl
and screech, which seemed to be echoed by Cindy.
Charles liked eating pussy, but he needed
attention himself. It was time to sink his cock into some hot
meat. He stood, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the
couch. She laid with her ass presented, her hands on the cushions
of the couch, as he stepped out of his uniform. He grabbed his
cock and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed
it up and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his
cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but
pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out
of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best
penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He
pulled her blouse apart and filled his hands with womanly globes
of flesh.
“Oh fuck yes,” he sighed. Slowly he began
pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips
against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of
passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers,
Charles fucked Cindy hard. Outside, a lion roared. A crow called
to it’s companions in a voice that sounded like it was calling,
“dog, dog,”. Charles thought this was humorous, considering the
position in which he was fucking Cindy.
He moaned, with his eyes tightly closed, as he
plunged up into Cindy’s sweet ass. His cock was well-lubricate,
sliding in and out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very
hot. Moisture from her pussy was dripping down from her pussy and
collecting at the little V. He took the time to pull his cock out
of her pussy and slid it up and down in her crack, before
resuming one of the best fucks of his life.
Cindy’s hands clawed the material of the couch, as
his hard penis filled her body cavity to the breaking point. She
felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she
needed. After years of waiting, fantasizing, and masturbating,
she finally had what she wanted. It was glorious.

His hard, pistoning cock was filling her cunt with
fire. He was wild, his desires were as hot and urgent as her own.
Who would have thought that things could change so quickly?
“Fuck me good,” she screamed in sudden abandon.
Charles pumped into her swollen pussy lips several more times,
then stopped, remembering his first time with Eileen. He pulled