Disclaimer and Preface

All rights reserved. May be archived at ASSTR, but nowhere else without my permission. Not to be read in countries in which on-line reading of stories with sexual contents is illegal. Not to be read by minors anyway. (A minor is expected to be less than 18 years of age, depending on where you live, though, some political leaders behave like minors — so they also shouldn't read it). Some of the practices described in this story are dangerous and/or insane or illegal. Drug use is illegal in most countries. You are responsible for what you are doing.

All characters in this story are fuckable in the country in which this story takes place, which is identical with the country in which the story was written ('produced') and posted ('distributed'). The age of consent in that country is fifteen, though in the story no underage persons take part in sexual acts. No animals were harmed while producing this adult entertainment (except for some mosquitos when I made the first sketches of the story in late summer 2005).

All similarities to real persons and situations are not intended and only coincidence, though, as said before, the Red 5 club really exists and its interior is authentic, as are some of the characters and events described herein. This story was inspired by R/L, especially a young woman, who works indeed as a model. Though her teasing attitude is true, her sexual behaviour might (or might not) be only fantasy. Anyway, I added elements from my fantasy to make this a story.

Esu Migabe cleaned up the mess, which I named writing. Thank you very much. All remaining mistakes are mine.

In the Czech language exist several special character; the letter š is spoken like sh in shower.

It was late in May, one of the first evenings of the year on which one could go out without taking at least a jacket. Katka and I agreed to meet in the Red 5 club at 9:00 PM. At half past eight I was through my work in the office and went to meet her. Since the town was small, it took only a short walk to reach the club. The club was open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

When I come alone, I take a seat on the long bar desk. I ordered a Jameson and Cola, as I usually do. The bar was not crowded, it was still too early, so the nearby tables on the left and right wall were free. On the next occupied chair on the left sat a blonde, who appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years of age. Actually, she looked even younger than that to me but when the bar keeper served a Martini to her, I assumed her age as a matter of fact.

The girls face was not beautiful, but it was difficult to describe what looked out of place with her. Even though her blue eyes were smiling all the time they seemed too large for her face. Her hair reached down just past her shoulders. She kept glancing and smiling in my direction so I returned the favour.

Then I remembered our visit the week before and how Katka and I had watched this blonde nymph. That evening she had been in the Red 5 with a young man, apparently her boyfriend. Even then her eyes had been searching for eye contact, which had been the reason why Katka flirted back with her once or twice. The girl had held her eye contact with Katka until she eventually kissed her boyfriend very intensively. Katka later said, that she was attracted by the girl and she admired the fact that the girl's hair obviously wasn't dyed, but was a natural blonde colour.

Tonight the girl was alone and she was flirting around even more. The gleam in her eyes made me feel horny, my dick began to itch. The girl wore the shortest red denim mini skirt I had ever seen. She also wore a black nylon stocking suit and a black vest, which showed her cleavage almost down to her belly. Her breasts wouldn't have fitted even B-cups, but she didn't wear a bra anyway.

From time to time she spreaded her long legs, which were a bit too slim for my liking. She flashed her red tanga-style cut knickers and proved that the stocking suit was a crotchless one.

Soon the girl went to the rest room. I watched her as she walked, seeing her ass swing from one side to another, sexy and very provocative.

I pulled out my mobile and sent a text message to my girlfriend. 'Remember the girl you were attracted to last week?' I wrote. 'Tries to hook up with me.'

Katka responded quickly. 'Go for it. I arrive in 5 min. Want to catch you in flagrant.'

What was Katka up to? Never mind, I thought. The experiences of the last few months showed that she was an interesting addition to my sex-life and admitting her acting out her fantasies made our sex-life great.

When the girl returned, she sat down on the seat next to me. The spreading of her legs was more obvious now. She was touching my leg with hers, letting her knee-high boot slip along my left leg.

I looked at her, arching my eye-brows. Her eyes were flashing, then — I had laid my hand on her upper leg — she nodded slightly. I stroked down to her knee until I reached her boot. Then my hand slid to the inside of her leg and I stroked back up towards the hem of her mini skirt, which was so damned short, that my fingers strayed only a few centimetres below her crotch.

My hand returned downwards, tickling the way back to her knee. I turned my teasing again upwards and stroked the inside of her right calf, a bit harder now. I was surprised when I realised another hand was copying my movements on her other calf. I looked up at the same moment as the girl. The other hand belonged to Katka, "so you're the cock-tease who's trying to hook up with my friend?" she said smiling.

I chuckled, but the girl's eyes flashed. "I am not a tease. I may promise a lot, but I tend to keep the promises I make!" she snorted.

"Let's hope you know what you're promising," my girlfriend replied.

Katka shoved her hand under the girl's skirt now, right up. I was sure that her fingers reached the girl's clit and were rubbing it through the red satin or whatsoever it was. I joined her touching her fingers with mine.

"You should touch her," Katka said. Her fingers were pulling the little piece of fabric aside and I was able to slip my index finger into the girl. She was totally wet. Spreading her legs as wide as possible and understandably here (rather the latter than the first), she started to moan.

"Let's test how she smells," Katka said and grabbed my hand which was buried under the girl's skirt. She pulled my hand out and up to her nose. Then she licked the girl's moisture from my index finger.

"You're really a delicious beautiful cock tease," she commented. "Now, cock-tease, it's time for keeping your promises. Lose this little red thing."

"You're kidding?" the girl asked.

Katka looked at me and said, "I was right, she is only a teaser."

"I am not!" The girl's eyes widened. "I'll do it. May I go to the restroom?"

"Sure. You can throw it to in the rubbish — you won't need it anymore tonight," Katka said. Her voice was in control showing who the leader was tonight.

Both of us were watching, when the girl walked to the restroom, swinging her ass even more provocatively than before.

"I can't wait to fuck this ass with my strap-on until she screams," said Katka.

"Me, too."

"Hey, you won't need a strap-on."

"No, but I still want to fuck her ass."

We waited for almost a quarter of an hour before the girl returned.

"We thought you got cold feet," I said.

"I didn't. But I met this weird girl who wanted me to share some grass."

Katka and I nodded. "We know her."

Meanwhile the girl went back to the bar seat she sat on before so she was sitting between us. When climbing on to it her red denim mini skirt slid up, so she was showing off her shaven and naked pussy.

Katka said to me, "This girl was right. She isn't a cock tease — she's a slut."

"I am not!" the girl protested.

"What do you call a woman, who is trying to hook another woman's boyfriend, letting them fondle your clit and flashing around in this bar while not wearing knickers, so every guy can see down to Baghdad through your pussy?" Katka asked her.

"Well... horny?"

"So, you horny slut, did you throw your knickers into the dumpsite?"

"Try to find out."

The girl tried hard to stay offensive.

Some weeks back Katka and I had a talk about the age difference in our relationship. When I asked her about the fact, that I was almost twice as old as she, she talked about the immaturity most of the guys her age suffered... She also admitted that in her case it was also a result of her parents' divorce and the imaginary loss of her father. He emigrated to Western Europe when she was seven, to find work and since then she saw him only once each year sometimes not at all.

Having my hands under the hem of the girl's skirt again, I was rubbing her clit and heard her moan. She held on to us at the shoulder with either of her hands. I intruded her pussy, which was now even wetter than before with my thumb and my index-finger.

"I guess I know where she has put her knickers," I said, as I found some resistance in her pussy. I felt the little piece of tissue with my fingers, managed to grip it and then I pulled it out.

The girl almost jumped from her seat at this moment from her arousal and again her big eyes smiled at me, then at Katka. I waved my hand with the red satin piece of cloth like a flag, triumphing like a soccer fan. Then I gave it to Katka. She called the bar keeper, who was a former boyfriend of her.

"Mirko, would you please keep this slimy, soaky mess of knickers somewhere until tomorrow. Maybe this young lady will return tomorrow to claim them back after we have fucked her the whole night."

The girl blushed when the keeper smiled. Katka told me about him some days after I met her for the first time.

"Come on," I said, "time to go."

I gave a 500 crown note to the keeper, which was appropriate for what Katka, the girl, and I had consumed. Katka took the girl's hand and almost pulled her from the bar seat and then out of the club.

When I was fourteen in 1981, I was amazed by mini-skirts — the shorter the better — and the legs they revealed. Having a nice ass and long legs was a big kink for me, more than a beautiful face or big tits and I haven't changed much since then.

Katka hadn't got the 124-centimetres-legs of supermodel Adriana Sklenarikova, but damn, she wore the shortest possible mini skirts. Her legs were beautiful and I liked them a lot. Additionally, Katka was pleasing me with some other kinks, like her sexy tattoo on the small of her back and the piercings for instance, to which we added the bars in both nipples of her tits a few days after she moved in with me. But most of all — she was intelligent.

The girl we were hooking up with wasn't bad no doubt, but her legs were a bit too skinny for me. She was a bit too skinny all over, not really my type.

Outside the club situated near the town's historical centre, was a parking place, which was owned by the town. Perhaps fifty cars found a place, but now only five or six cars were parked. In the week the average citizen went to bed early and the people, who went into a restaurant or into a bar, did this by foot (or took a taxi when the weather was bad). The zero tolerance for alcohol was a threat for each driver though in this town the risk to be caught in a routine patrol was almost zero, too.

The building in whose basement the Red 5 resided, had four floors, in former times it stood in a row with some other buildings, but forty years of communism had destroyed them, so the building with the club remained alone, forlorn on one side of the parking place. Only some huge chestnut trees made the silhouette softer.

To improve the security in town the metropolitan police have mounted a camera on the top of the building. Criminality wasn't a larger issue in this town than elsewhere, so the main purpose of the camera was obviously to make sure, that the drivers respected the parking rules and paid their fees, when they parked their cars.

We walked across over the place, when Katka halted. She stood in front of the girl, while I stood behind her.

"Are you ready to keep your promises?" Katka asked.

"Here? Now?" The girl replied.

"Here and now and then again the whole night." Katka grinned devilishly. Then she made a step towards the girl and kissed her. The girl was taller than Katka, but her boots were flat. Katka wore high-heels — she knew, how much I liked them. The girls were hugging each other and started to kiss. I could see Katka's tongue totally intruding inside the tall blonde's mouth. Then I saw the small package with the condom inside it, in Katka's hand behind the girl's head. I took it from her, peeled out the rubber and opened the zip of my jeans. Freeing my cock was a bit difficult since I was already stiff.

Not having used a condom for a while, I managed to get the thin latex over the small head and I rolled it down the shaft without problems. I stroked my member up and down a couple of times before getting it full erected. Then I stepped closer. At that moment Katka raised the hem of the girl's mini skirt revealing the hole in the crotch of the stocking suit so I could bring the tip of my latex covered cock to its target.

"He has to use a rubber," the girl whispered, breaking her kiss with my girlfriend.

"Don't worry, he does," Katka responded. Then they both continued with their French kissing.

Since the girl was already very wet from her earlier arousal and very horny, I intruded inside the girl's pussy with one long stroke. Though she felt narrow, because of her legs being so close together, it seemed that she would be startled by this sudden intrusion, but Katka was holding her firmly in position. Then she adjusted herself to the rocking movements of my body. I held her hips and soon we were comfortable with each other. She moaned heavily without breaking her kiss.

The whole situation aroused me highly, even before we had left the bar, so it didn't take long before I felt my orgasm start to build. Then I erupted in her, my seed ejecting into the condom.

I couldn't tell if the girl also reached an orgasm, but her increasing noisier moans indicated that she was well on the way to her peak.

Holding the condom firmly against the side of my cock, I pulled out. Katka reached for it and took it out of my hand. Both the girl's had finished kissing and I felt that the blonde nymph was unsure about what to do or to say next. Katka held up the condom, shook her head and said, "Impressive." Then both of them chuckled. Katka discarded the now useless rubber by throwing it simply on the asphalt floor. So much for protecting the environment.

"By the way," Katka began to speak, "what's your name, cock-teasing slut?"

"Katka," the blonde said.

My girlfriend and I laughed loudly and heartily, until we were gasping for breath.

"What's up?" The girl asked. "Anything wrong?"

"No," I stated, "it only means that tonight will be a double-Katka-feature!"

"Uh?"

My girlfriend explained to her.

A quarter of an hour later we already were sitting on the couch in our living-room. The blonde nymph was leaning on me, her right hand squeezing my cock, which was already hard again. It wasn't rock-hard yet but near enough. Her other hand grabbed my head tightly holding it so she could kiss me; we were kissing hard.

My girlfriend leaned against the back of the younger girl. She had pushed her blonde curls aside and was kissing, sucking and love-biting the blonde's neck alternatively. Her hand was rubbing the girl's clit, which was full exposed through the hole of the black crotchless stocking suit. Occasionally she slipped one or two of her fingers into the pussy of the slim and tall girl. She also teased her anus, letting her index-finger tease around the girl's entrance.

The girl had lost her jacket soon after we had entered the apartment; she'd thrown it to the floor, so I had full access to her rather small breasts because she wasn't wearing a bra. I was fondling them through the stocking suit pinching her rock-hard nipples. With a doubt, the stocking suit wouldn't last the night, because of the mutual consent between all three of us that the night was going to be rough.

She opened the zip of my trousers and peeled out my cock. We had slightly changed our positions and I was rather lying on my back: Somehow I managed to pull down my trousers. She opened my shirt, ripping both sides apart without caring for my buttons and was kissing her way down to my crotch.

Katka, my girlfriend, was kneeling on the floor in front of the other girl's crotch; the blonde's legs were wide-spread. Katka was licking her namesake's clit while fingering her pussy and teasing her anus, now occasionally intruding both holes.

Now the girl began licking the little head of my cock, playing with the tip of her tongue around the small hole. She obviously liked the smell of cum — I hadn't cleaned myself after I had fucked her on the parking place, so my penis was still covered from cum, pre-cum and the drooling juices from her mouth and tongue. As her lips closed around me and slipped along my shaft, I felt like I was in heaven.

No-one other than my girlfriend was able to take my cock in its whole length, this Katka didn't reach my base, but she tried really hard. I felt that she wanted to get my cock into her throat, but it caused her to gag. Then she pulled back, gasped for air and moaned with arousal. Then the girl's changed their positions slightly. My girlfriend was still finger-fucking her but now was kissing her neck and the upper part of the blonde's girl back, driving her further to her sexual overdrive. I reached for my glass of Jameson and emptied it. Damned, this was too fucking hot!

Some time later she was lying on her back, her legs bent up over my shoulder. My girlfriend was lying aside us and watching, one of her hands playing with her pussy.

The blonde nymph was crying out with lust, but also partly from pain — I was fucking her as hard as I could. I slammed my hips on hers, but she had nothing under herself to absorb my weight and the energy I put in my thrusts.

She still wore the stocking suit, though in some places it had ripped apart. Evidently, it was the places where my girlfriend had given some love bites to the slim blonde girl, which were still visible on her skin.

Her face was a grimace of lust, pain and exhaustion and her hair sweaty. She was breathing heavily.

The girl had her knees on her small breasts; she was folded like a Swiss-made pocket-knife, trapped in position by the weight of my shoulders and my arms, which were also holding her head firmly. Occasionally I kissed her, but I varied my kisses with some licks on her nose, her cheeks and her ear-lobes: Every once in a while I bit her on her lips and elsewhere, not serious, but far from gentle.

I noticed that my girlfriend was rubbing her own pussy faster now. She was building up her orgasm — maybe she was a minute short of it. I fucked the girl faster and her arousal was increasing more and more. All I wanted was both of the girls to reach their climax.

My girlfriend rubbed her clit very fast now and she closed her eyes, the sign that her point of no return would came in a few seconds.

Having the blonde nymph trapped, I put my left hand on her mouth, almost stopping her from breathing. One of my fingers was covering her nostrils, not allowing her access to all the air she believed she needed. Her eyes widened and she panicked. Her hands were scratching all over my back. The girl tensed now, she arched her back, so that she pushed both of us up from the floor. I had her where I wanted her. I took my hand from her mouth, she began to hyperventilate. Then the orgasm hit her and she passed out.

She still was unconscious when I pulled out of her. Katka pulled the sperm-filled condom off of my softening cock. I thought she would discard it in the kitchen, but she emptied its content's onto the girl's chest. Then she smeared the sperm around the girl's nipples. When she finished, she licked her fingers.

"I like the smell of your sperm!" she declared.

I stood up, carried the girl into our bed-room and laid her on our king-sized bed. Then I returned into the living room and drank a big glass of mineral water.

"What are you up to?" I asked my girlfriend.

"In the morning I will call in and tell them that I am taking a day off," she said. Katka was a junior photographer in a small studio in the town's centre. Most of the day, she was taking photos for passports and developing photos. "Can you take the day off as well?"

"I have a meeting at half past eight but then I have nothing scheduled." Since I was the leader of the pack in the local branch of the company, I had some liberties. Actually, I had so much overtime owing, that the meeting was the only reason I wasn't staying at home.

I told her that I would return before lunch, calling it a day. We both drank another glass of Jameson, before I took the girl into the bedroom. Then we both went to bed, snuggling together on the remaining area of the king sized bed.

She kissed me deeply and whispered, "I love you, honey."

"I love you too," was my response.

We slept in the nude most of the time. Soon I must have fallen asleep, my ass pressed against my girlfriend's crotch while she held my cock with her right hand.

It was late in the night or early morning, the dawn began already to change into day, when I woke up. For a moment I was irritated by the blowjob I was receiving. Awaking with a blowjob wasn't uncommon for me, at least for the last few months, but I still felt my girlfriend lying behind my back. I was confused but then the next thought which came in my mind brought back memories of the evening before, the girl we hooked up — Katka.

I opened my eyes and watched how the blonde nymph gulped her lips around my member.

Once when I was eighteen, a girl from Gap in France, showed me the reason why oral sex also was named French love. I will never forget her but I pitifully let her go in a dark moment of my life. Years later, a Dutch hooker gave me the ultimate blowjob. The two would make the first places on my 'best of list', if I had one, with my actual girl friend being the next runner-up.

The girl was really good. Her tongue twirled around the little head, teasing the small hole, or she licked along the shaft. Then, again, she took my cock in her mouth as far down as she could without gasping.

Again, she couldn't take the whole length; she couldn't even attempt it, as my girlfriend was still holding the base of my cock between her thumb and her index finger. My waves of arousal must have reached her, because she began to lick my ear-lobes. My beloved bitch knew exactly how to get me off, whether I had my cock in her or elsewhere.

It wasn't long before my balls were tightening just before I let my junk spurt into the cock-sucking mouth. She looked at me with her blue eyes. She closed her lips firmly around my cock so the sperm wouldn't drip out of her mouth. I looked at her, trying to figure out if she was drinking it down, but she wasn't.

She crawled up me so her face was next to mine and kissed me, sharing her mouthful of cum first with me and then with my girlfriend.

"Okay, so you're not a cock-tease but an incredibly bad slut!" my girlfriend stated eventually.

The blonde nymph threw a pillow at my girlfriend.

"I'm not!" she exclaimed.

"You are. A cocksucking, sperm drooling cum-slut!"

The two girls started a little mock-catfight which ended quickly when they started French kissing each other.

It was six o'clock in the morning when the bells from the near-by church awoke me again, like they did almost every morning. I let the two girls sleep and after a shower I dressed in silence. I didn't have breakfast since it was too early in the morning for me; a cup of coffee was just fine. Before I left, I peeked into the bed-room. The two blonde's were still sleeping like spoons. My girlfriend had her back curled into the taller nymph.

She had cupped one breast of my girlfriend with her left hand while her right arm was lying under the pillow straight out, the fingers intertwined with those of the girl I shared my bed and life with since the New Year. Katka's left hand wasn't visible but covered by the blanket. I presumed that she would have it between her legs, because this was a common sleeping position of hers.

I smiled, blew an imaginary kiss, and left. The weather was nice this morning and the sun was already high on the horizon.

My meeting with the delivery company of PE foam components went well and was finished quickly after an hour. I gave them some instructions concerning the following week and shortly after ten o'clock I bade them a nice weekend and went home.

The girls weren't asleep anymore when I returned. I found them on the balcony, which was in a roof terrace positioned in the building so it was totally private. Katka tanned herself in the nude when the spring weather was warm enough. The digital thermometer on the wall showed me that it was an enjoyable 24 degrees Celsius outside but I guess it was even hotter up there.

Our guest still wore her stocking-suit, while Katka was totally naked, that is apart from the high-heels which made her face level with the other girl's and her strap-on, which, as far as I was able to tell, was buried deep into the other girl's pussy. My girlfriend was leaning on the railing of the balcony, looking towards me and smiling.

The other girl didn't see me approach and didn't notice my girlfriend's smile either; when I touched her ass she cocked her head so I was relieved when she recognised me.

Both the girls were smoking (Katka and I had agreed that neither she nor any guests would smoke in our apartment).

"We were smoking," my girlfriend started to speak, "and since it was so nice outside, we stayed here. Besides —", she had noticed my inquiring look on the butts in the ash-trace, "— Mary Jane joined us for a while."

The other girl smiled at me, half innocently, half teasingly and I was damned sure she knew exactly how to give her face that special expression. Certainly she had cultivated this skill since her childhood.

My fingers wandered from her ass between her legs. I missed her anus but teased the small stripe of flesh between it and her pussy, wetting my finger with her love-juice. Then I went back and intruded her back-entrance with a now well lubricated finger.

Her reaction indicated denial. Her body stiffened and she tried to withdraw herself from Katka and the strap-on, but the sex-kitten didn't let her.

"I don't ever do that," the tall blonde said with a tone of fear in her voice.

"Today, we're changing all that," was my girlfriend's response. Then she French-kissed her again.

After fucking and fingering the girl to another orgasm, we went into the kitchen for a drink of juice and to talk. The girls and I sat on the high chairs at the bar-like cupboard which separated the kitchen from the dining-room.

There my girlfriend told me what they had discussed after they stood up. They had agreed to drop the condom issue since Katka and I didn't have unprotected sex, except for one of Katka's best friends, Šarka, who was even more concerned about the use of protection.

The taller girl confessed that so far she was very jealous and faithful to her boyfriend, apart from one opportunity.

"I made a porn video two months ago. It was only girl to girl stuff in my first scene and I didn't go back the other day. Seems I hadn't the guts to do that."

When I looked inquiringly she said, that she was a fashion model, mainly doing lingerie shows on the national market so she wasn't paid like Miss Wonderbra, Eva Herzigová. She was short of bookings that time and therefore short of money as well, which made her take the job. While she waited on the set for her scene, she watched the filming of a threesome. She found that she was very aroused by what she saw and decided that it was something to try out. She was attracted to my girlfriend — she had seen us several times before in the Red 5 club — and asked the barkeeper about us. What the barkeeper had told her gave her enough self-confidence to hook-up with us.

My girlfriend continued and added about what they had talked about earlier. The model had made several health checks after the movie scene, all came back negative. Finally the tall blonde stated that our own sexual behaviour seemed to be safe enough to play with without protection.

When we were talking I had prepared ham and eggs because the girls hadn't breakfasted yet and were hungry as I was.

I was lying on my back in the bed while the tall blonde sat on me, rocking forth and back. My cock, now rubber-less, was buried in her pussy. Her long curls whipped around her shoulders when she bounced her pelvis on my pubic bone. My girlfriend lay aside and watched us while playing with her nipples. Through the bands of the strap-on I could see the moisture on her pussy and tell that she was very aroused.

I had grabbed the model's firm tits and played with them. She still wore the stocking-suit — Katka didn't allow her to take it off — which was now ripped apart even more and decorated by many more stains of our love-juices.

"I wanna see you two kiss," my girlfriend commanded us and the model lay down on my chest. I knew what Katka was up to. She planned it in a similar way, like we did with Šarka, some weeks ago.

Šarka was the contrary to the blonde model. She was short — she measured merely 155 centimetres. But these 155 centimetres were full of energy and sex. She had curly shoulder length hair from almost aubergine-red colour and big breasts. Her hips were wide — they seemed to be made for child-bearing — and her ass and the calves a little too thick. Šarka wasn't pretty at all except for her blue eyes. Her face was rather plump when she didn't wear makeup. She had a nice tattoo on her back near to her waist and also a stud in her tongue, while the model didn't have any body modifications at all. And unlike the tall blonde, Šarka wasn't an anal virgin.

Katka and I had sandwiched the short redhead. I was laying almost motionless, with my cock deep in her. Šarka was laying on me. Her tits pressed on my chest and she kissed me while Katka did most of the work. I had cupped the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart, so Katka was able to intrude into the redhead's anus easily with her well-lubricated strap on.

The feeling of the artificial cock was amazing for me, it pressed against my hard-on, only separated by a thin layer of Šarka's flesh.

We fucked this way for an eternity, it seemed now in my mind, until we were crying out for lust and the redhead begged for pardon, because she started to get sore. When I finally exploded into her wet and unshaved pussy, we weren't able to move for a while, but rested in that position, with Katka on top, the strap-on still in the poor girl's ass.

The blonde model and I were passionately kissing and my hands were stroking her back. I teased those parts where the stocking was ripped and therefore the skin bare. While my hands were wandering down to her ass-cheeks, I noticed that my girlfriend had lubricated the strap-on, a lot of lubrication. She had also put a lot of jelly on her fingers before she nodded to me.

I cupped the ass-cheeks of the slim girl, who rocked her hips on my body; my penis fucking hard deep in her vagina, sometimes hitting the end of her lusty hole. I grabbed her flesh pulling it aside, spreading the cheeks apart to make it easier for my girlfriend to aim for the nymph's brown-eye.

Katka put her jelly-covered fingers up to the girl's anus. The reaction came immediately, the model tried to get up but my girlfriend had pushed the model's body down on me while she lubricated her victim.

"I am not sure I wanna do this, I am not ready for..."

"Sssssh," I said, "Let it go, you'll enjoy it after the initial pain. Katka is good at ass-fucking."

The girl's eyes widened before she asked, "does she fuck you with that?"

"Oh my dear, no, I would throw her out of the window if she ever came near me with that."

"Pah," Katka joined the conversation, "you can't say that because I never tried it ... I mean you never tried it."

"No way you'll ever try," I said.

"Some men like it," she insisted.

Katka's fingers meanwhile teased and lubricated the model's back entry. I rubbed her ass-cheeks tenderly and felt how the tension around my cock in her pussy disappeared. She even resumed her fuck-motions, slowly but steadily.

"Besides," I said to the blonde nymph, "I don't believe that the slut would give your ass a pass now... too late. You know, she's so pathetic sometimes."

"You mean she would rape me?"

I blinked with my eyes and smiled as I answered, "yep, she does it, once in a while."

The model also smiled and from the expression on her face I could tell that she understood my irony. Except that I wasn't really sure if I was being ironical. Oh well, never mind.

"Are we going into that, Katka?" I asked, with the intonation on the name meaning both of the girls. The blonde nymph sighed.

"I am still not sure, but hell..." she answered.

My girlfriend nodded unregistered from the soon-to-be-double-fucked.

The girl laid her head down on my shoulder, kissed my neck and rested motionless for a few seconds. When Katka put the tip of the strap-on against her anus, she closed the eyes and breathed deeply.

Then in one powerful motion, Katka pressed forward intruding the girl's narrow back-entry, until she popped through her sphincter. The model's reaction was a painful bite into my shoulder.

"Ouch," she cried out, "that hurts."

Katka was motionless now. "Should I pull it out?" she asked.

"No, it doesn't hurt now, but the initial pain was terrible. Just give me a few seconds."

The three of us rested motionless apart from my hands which stroked the girl's back and her hair. Soon we began to kiss each other.

Then after a while she whispered, "let's do it."

Katka shoved the strap-on's full length into the model's back passage with a slow but steady stroke. The tall blonde tensed again and we paused again to give her more time to get used to the intruding dildo.

My girlfriend began to fuck the model's nice ass with slow tender strokes even though the tall blonde wasn't totally happy with the strap-on in full, yet. Her face showed a mixture of lust and pain. The lust must have been stronger than the pain or maybe the pain was arousing her because she resumed riding my cock. My member felt the motions of the strap-on pushing inside her, but I wasn't prepared to come yet, because my arousal had calmed down when we had been motionless.

The blonde nymph began to moan, first quietly, then more intensive. She had synchronised to the rhythm of the motions and she now fucked me to the timing of Katka's thrusting into her ass. I was holding her head firmly just in front of my face and I kissed her.

Both girls were increasing the pace and intensity of their lovemaking. I began to react to the model's movements by bouncing back to her when she pressed her pelvis down on me, knowing now that she was comfortable with the double-penetration. Her moaning began to change into crying, she stopped her kisses and repeatedly called out, "ano, to je ono!" Yes, that's it! When her crying turned into screaming, I knew, that her orgasm would happen soon. My girlfriend's thrusting became less intensive; she wasn't enetrating her so deeply anymore, until the model hit her orgasm. Katka suddenly slammed the strap-on into the sandwiched girl full length and with full power. It hit the blonde nymph so hard that she passed out, but only after she had bitten me in the shoulder (her teeth marks took almost a week to disappear).

Katka withdrew from the unconscious girl and stood up to wash the strap-on. I still lay under the model and stroked her face, her long hair and her back, my penis still in her vagina.

The girl was breathing calmly and I remarked on how she came slowly back to reality. When my girlfriend returned, she had a digital camera with her, a high-end product which she used when she wanted to produce good quality large-sized photographs.

Two hours later, the three of us were freshly showered and sitting in front of the TV screen looking at the images, my professional court photographer had taken.

Those of the well-fucked but not yet conscious model were very sensual. A short series showed when Katka realised that she was the object of the camera, her surprised reaction and her concerns.

She was angry for a few seconds but then my girlfriend assured her that she would delete all pictures, which wouldn't get the model's approval. She even talked her into a further series which was around fifty pictures showing the model giving me a blow-job, mostly with only my cock and her face in focus.

The last picture finally showed the model's full body, sitting with wide-spread legs on one of the high plastic bar-chairs, taken only seconds after I had shot my hot seed into her mouth whilst receiving the best blow-job of the day.

She had ordered the model to keep the sperm in her mouth whilst she had positioned her on the chair, pulling her pussy-lips apart with her long red finger-nails. Then she let her drool the mix of spit and cum down her chin and drip onto her chest, dribbling down over her belly, adding the juices to the stains of dried cum and other love-juices from the night.

The model was shocked when my girlfriend told her that she would make a life-size print of the photograph, frame it and put it into our dining-room. She objected but the artist said, she would it cut out from the total, showing only the parts down from her mouth so her identity wouldn't be revealed. They argued for some minutes until Katka finally showed the model at the computer, how she wanted to select the image and then the tall blonde agreed.

I reminded Katka that the picture was too shocking for the dining-room and finally we agreed to put it into our guest room. "Fine," Katka said, "this way at least our guest's have some inspiration for masturbation."

I was wondering more and more why Katka's former friend couldn't get along with her; why he actually risked (and lost) her love at New Year's Night by giving an advantage to his friends. I wasn't complaining though because this behaviour presented me with the most intensive erotic moments of my life and the luckiest time. My girlfriend and I were living in harmony. We had common interests as well. My re-occurring travels — about 100,000 kilometres by car every year — gave both of us the freedom in the relationship which we both sought, but also bonded us together.

Sometimes I wondered why I had to reach nearly 40 years of age to find a woman who meant so much to me and who seemed to be my true love.

When we arrived in the Mexican restaurant — the same Katka and I visited at New Year — the three of us had a meal. It was much appreciated after the events from earlier in the day.

After dinner the model said that she was supposed to meet her boyfriend that night. He would arrive on the last flight from Prague, since he worked as a product manager for some components produced by a branch of Visteon, which was based in the town.

"You've had this fantasy of a threesome," my girlfriend asked the model, "Has it ever occurred to you to do it with two guys?"

The blonde nymph's eyes widened even more than usual. We had learned meanwhile that she needed to wear glasses or contacts, because she was short-sighted.

"Martin won't do this. He is... he's too... I dunno... too well-behaving, too conservative for that," the model claimed.

"Bullshit," my girlfriend said. "He fears your jealousy, but certainly — hopefully — he's horny as every other guy."

I nodded, but made a point. "He might be horny, but he may take part in a threesome with two girls easier than with another guy. We haven't tried this Katka, in our relationship so far so we don't know how we would handle it."

"We didn't try it, because I haven't wanted to try it. There are things that I have already done and I don't need to repeat them. At least not in this love relationship we have together."

She was smiling when she said this, speaking with that soft voice of hers, letting me know that she was going to reveal a story, another time.

Sometimes I forget that both of us have had a sex-life before we met. We told each other stories about sex, hot sex, from becoming hot to erotic sex. I believe that some — maybe most of the — stuff that Katka had told me about had happened in her past before we met. At least I told her half-truth stories and I guess that she did the same.

We never spoke names, especially not about our last relationships. I tried not to compare her with my former girlfriends, which wasn't always easy at times but most of the time, Katka was better than what I'd had before.

So I didn't know about all her experiences, but I was sure that she had had more than I when I was that age. Times had changed since then.

We spoke for a while about the issues we had had between us before coming to a conclusion. Then my girlfriend had an idea how to 'corrupt' Martin. She took the model's apartment keys and left for the young couple's flat.

When all four of us met, again in the Red 5 club, she told me how Martin was surprised when he discovered her lying naked on his couch when he arrived home that day. He'd asked her who she was and why she was in his flat. When she explained to him that she was a friend, he asked where his girlfriend was. Katka explained to him about his girlfriend's desires. He was surprised because he knew that she was very jealous with their relationship. But then, he didn't know about the lesbian porn video, which the model had made.

When he was showering, Katka gave him a blowjob, but didn't let him come.

"And he didn't deny the blowjob?" I asked my girlfriend when she reported the event to me.

She shooked her head and answered, "When did you ever see a twenty-something guy denying a girl going down on him?"

"Well, I did, when I was in one relationship but that's not the point. I expected him to be more reluctant, after what Katka said about her jealousy..."

"When he dressed we spoke about that. Actually they had discussed a threesome once and it was him who suggested it. Though he did suggest two girls. He just hasn't realised that it will be two men fucking his girlfriend tonight."

Martin, both the girls and I sat on four chairs along the L-shaped bar, with me at the end of the chain, well away from the bar-keeper, tonight a black-haired girl with green eyes, about 160 centimetres high. Her hair had shoulder-length and she was well-rounded without being fat. The club was open 24/7 and the bar-keepers worked 12-hour shifts, seven long days before taking a week off. She started the job around Easter and I remembered her name, Sandra, but didn't know her well. But I was a bit puzzled as she was smiling along with us while we were sitting at the bar. Actually she smiled at my girlfriend more than me, but she was very popular with the other guests as well, especially the male ones.

The club was well-crowded tonight, mainly because it was a Friday night. The jukebox was playing constantly. A wide-spread music mix from techno to hard-rock, from Madonna to Rammstein and from Evanescence to Olympic, a very popular Czech group for more than four decades.

Martin and the model were talking to each other at the moment, so Katka and I had taken the opportunity for a private conversation of our own.

"You're admiring that girl behind the bar, aren't you?" Katka suddenly stated.

"She has green eyes," I defended myself, "you know about me and green eyes. You're jealous?"

"Do I have to be?" she countered.

"That might be a slight problem," I continued after a while, the issue with the black-haired girl behind the bar was already resolved, in silent agreement with my precious girlfriend. "Will Martin be comfortable with us tonight, especially with me?"

"Katka and I'll have some girl-talk in a few minutes, you know. And you have some men's talk with Martin. I think we should leave for our apartment early and maybe get slightly drunk. Not too much, we want some action, eh? Let's talk him into some group-sex. Then we'll see how it works."

I nodded. Meanwhile Martin had taken a joint out of his pocket. The young couple took some breaths and then the model offered it to my girlfriend and me. I denied, since I was a non-smoker for my whole life, but Katka accepted and inhaled it once. Then she returned it to the model who then offered it to the bar-keeper.

I never understood why people were smoking and I will certainly never understand why so many young people were into marijuana. I ordered four Jameson's which were served by Sandra in a few moments. We were having a good time and emptying our glasses quickly. When both the girls left to go to the rest-room, Martin and I were talking.

"Your girlfriend has nice legs and a good figure," I said.

"Yep, and her little ass fits perfectly into my hands," he answered. "But the assets of your girl aren't bad either."

"Come on, she isn't a supermodel," I said.

"Katka isn't a supermodel either. That's certainly a reason why she didn't make an international career. Actually, I am fine with that. I wouldn't like her jetting around the world, I guess."

"Why? Jealousy?"

"Nope. I'm trusting her. Besides it's her who is jealous, incessantly I would say. I am more tolerant. I guess, it's because I am her first friend. Maybe it would do good for her if she would do it with another guy."

I nodded knowing that it wasn't the time to tell him about last night.

"You gonna deal with it? I mean if the opportunity arose, what would you do?"

"I'll tell you a secret but don't let her know. Before I was going with Katka, there was another girlfriend. When I met her, my best friend also met a girl. It wasn't intended, but a short time later we were sharing ... heck, we'd been sharing all our toys since kindergarten," he laughed.

"And the girls didn't mind?"

"Your mistake. It's the girl — we were both dating the same girl. Though she was honest about it to us, told us the truth about another guy she wasn't sure about. She was very shocked when all three of us met together. It happened before things got really serious."

"What happened?" I asked.

"For almost a year, she was our girlfriend. We both had sex with her, but never together — you know, we were sixteen, possibilities were rare. Actually one of us had to cover for the other, so us guys knew pretty well when one of us had a date with our girlfriend."

"No jealousy?"

"What do you think? He was my best friend for more than a decade. I guess it was weird mostly because of friends and parents... they won't understand what we had done. More than that — I guess, mostly, guys aren't supposed to accept another cock doing their girl, eh?"

"It's a question of trust and understanding, but also of communication," I said — knowing that the couple suffered on a lack of the latter.

Meanwhile both the girls had girl-talk in the rest-room and I could tell that my girlfriend had explained to the model how she intended to get Martin into the threesome without blowing their relationship. Of course she didn't know what I had learned in my conversation with this handy young man, whose main problem in his relationship with the blonde nymph wasn't jealousy — as it initially appeared from the statements the model had made — but mostly bad communications. They didn't talk about their wishes and fantasies.

To the contrary, Katka and I talked about all the concerns in our life. Though she wasn't involved in the company I worked with, I told her about the major and minor issues. On the other hand, she told about her work. We kept each other informed about our problems so we knew about our specific moods and were able to react to them. But we both agreed that we would not extend our professional life into our personal relationship — no business was discussed after the beginning of the main TV news broadcasting — that was an iron rule.

We also accepted our different hobbies and gave them enough of our time. Katka was into photography, of course, she often did her photo work in the lab I had installed in an unused chamber of our apartment, or on the computer. She also was a very keen stamp collector. For my part, I was a passionate lover of literature, I spent much of my time (and almost a fortune) in book shops and in libraries, and shared the passion to collect items, in my case, it was boxes of matches and phone cards.

Katka and I shared another very important hobby, which was — sex. Actually, we can claim that a day we didn't make love was a lost day and therefore such a day didn't happen, except for my travels. The quality of our lovemaking wasn't constant, of course, if I was exhausted after a long day on the autobahn or in a bad mood after a shipload of problems or when Katka had the time of the month often described as red week compromises had to be made. When she and I got into a fight over a more or less important issue, in most cases the sex afterwards was more intensive (and sometimes more rough) then in times of harmony, in which our love-making was more extended and very tender. Sometimes, Katka provoked a fight only for the purpose of making our sex rougher. Sometimes she preferred harder sex to kind and tender lovemaking and kissing each other like teenage lovers.

In short, our life together was founded on understanding, communication, and respect, but also on trust, tolerance, and — sometimes — ignorance. It's the mix which makes the cocktail work. Katka and I had learned from our mistakes in our earlier relationships — I obviously more than her. While I brought experience and wisdom in to our relationship her main input was her impulsiveness and passion.

When the girls returned, Katka suggested that we could all go into a nearby disco and we agreed. When we arrived the DJ was playing some R'n'B hits, so the dance floor was crowded. Despite this we made it there and grabbing (and getting grabbed) here and there gained enough room to dance ourselves. It wasn't very long before my girlfriend was dancing very close to Martin and I had almost made body contact with the model.

Then the DJ played the newest smash hit by Jennifer Lopez. Within a second the mood on the dance floor changed; wherever people were dancing together all distance between them had disappeared, sex was in the air. I had wondered about this effect already at earlier opportunities but only Jennifer Lopez caused this. Men and woman were dancing body on body, as well as girls with girls rubbing each other with their legs and bodies, even some guys got taken away by the erotic Latin singer's voice and the sensitive rhythm of her music.

The model was rubbing her body on my cock, her clit and the tip of my penis only separated by my jeans and her short dress. A glance towards Martin and my girlfriend showed me that she was literally riding on his left leg, only short of or maybe already bringing herself to orgasm by rotating her pelvis on him. I noticed that her hand was rubbing his crotch while his hands were all over her. When he noticed my gaze, I showed him my right fist with the thumb up, making him smile and he acknowledged it with a similar movement. When I looked around the dance-floor, I saw that many other dancers were also kissing, stroking each others backs and flanks, or even more intimate body parts.

The blonde nymph was turning around, now pressing her nice back into my crotch, rubbing the cheeks of her back on my hard-on. Suddenly I felt, her hands pulling down the zipper and lunging for my cock. When she got him out, she stepped on her tip-toes and guided my hard member with one hand between her legs: Then she impaled herself on me — soon we were fucking in the middle of the dance floor, maybe with a hundred or more people around us.

My girlfriend and I had pulled a similar stunt but that happened later in the night in a badly illuminated corner of the seating area, not in the centre of the disco, only ten steps away from the DJ. I knew the owner of music-club so I was sure that the worst consequence which could happen would be the crowd watching and cheering. Nobody in this country would call the police, the cops were disliked even more than the flu.

The DJ played an extended mix of Jennifer Lopez and added a piece by Beyonc� in the same mood giving us maybe another seven, eight minutes to reach orgasm, but the build up was fast with this kind of music, all the others, in this erotic rhythm, moving their bodies around us, as my fucking member took in the blonde's hot, tight, and wet pussy.

Two young girls with dark shoulder length hair — I didn't believe that they already were adult, but maybe they were seventeen years old — were dancing one or two steps from us to the left. They danced a similar style to Martin's and Katka's, both making full body contact with each other as their hands wandered not caring if they were committing forbidden trespasses or not. When I caught their eye, they smiled back and I knew then they were aware of what was happening.

The model had now slowed the rotating of her hips, missing every other beat, which distanced the coming climax. The vixen also knew that we still had five or six minutes until the next song and she wanted to enjoy them for as long as possible.

Katka and Martin weren't dancing anymore, but kissed deeply. He held her cupping her firm ass-cheeks while she still masturbated him.I was rocking my hips in a slower rhythm than the music. A couple of minutes later we were increasing our pace and also the intensity of our fucking.

Soon I felt my orgasm approaching, my sperm burst into her love-channel, our moaning must have been heard by the other dancers, but the DJ had released some smoke and the beginning of the next part of his music program (he was changing to techno now) did cover our actions.

Though the model had put my cock back into my jeans and even closed the zipper, I felt uncomfortable with the position in which she had put back my member, so I went to the restroom. When I left, one of the girls who had watched us was waiting outside for me.

She gave me a small piece of paper and said, "my telephone number."

I decided to have a little fun. "For what?"

She rolled with her eyes.

"My friend and I," she said, "we're ... impressed with your ... dancing style."

"You know," I said, "I have a girlfriend and any attempt to hook up with me should be approved by her, don't you think?"

The girl looked at me in surprise.

"Well, she allows me some fun, sometimes, but she likes joining in the fun even more," I explained. "So I recommend you to give the phone number to her. And, by the way, my girlfriend is not the one I ... danced with, but the other one."

I went back to my friends, leaving the cute brunette behind. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have been so rude, but this evening we had a plan and further distractions weren't wanted. Anyway, I believed that the two girls had the nerve to hook up with a guy, but didn't think they would repeat their offer to my girlfriend.

We stayed for another hour, dancing and drinking, the girls with Bacardi and cola and Martin and I had Irish whisky, but we didn't repeat the stunt on the dance floor. When the DJ changed the music style into 'trance', we left for our apartment, which was only a five-minute-walk away.

The model's legs were funny to look at since traces of my cum were dripping down her calves.

Each couple walked hand in hand in its original formation. The short walk in the chilly but not cold May might was refreshing. My mind was calming down from my orgasm in the hot tobbacco-ridden environment in the discotheque. When I was in my late teens and early twenties I had been pretty active (and wild as well), going out every weekend. Then my friends began to marry, have children, or moved away and I lost interest in moving my body to the latest hits, mostly for nothing more than to hook up and get laid. The job and my move into another country drew the final cut with the past.

When we reached our apartment, I offered drinks and the girls continued with Bacardi while Martin and I resumed drinking the good old Jameson. We were sitting on the large couch, my girlfriend sat on Martin's lap and the model cuddled into mine.

I put some soft rock music in the CD changer, Joe Cocker, Brian Adams, and Bon Jovi and the reaction to my choice had been affirmative. After the first round of drinks the girls lost their tops, which made it easy for us guys to fondle their breasts, or in the model's case to play with her nipples. They got rock-hard as a result of how they were treated by my fingers. Nevertheless, Martin had more stuff to play with and he licked Katka's breasts and even tried to take one of them into his mouth.

After the second round of drinks the girls got into a lesbian show — which at least for my girlfriend was very little of a show but more the expression of her own desires — and were sixty-nining each other. The model moaned when my bisexual girlfriend intruded the model's pussy with her tongue, sliding with her piercing over the blonde's wet clit, and penetrating the tall girl with her experienced tongue.

The model was on top, so I had a first class view on my girlfriends face, the fucking tongue, and her rear entry. Katka not only licked the girls pussy, but her fingers with the long, carefully manicured nails, (I always wondered how she managed not to break them and why she didn't hurt anyone while fucking them) played with the narrow rosette in the model's firm ass.

The tall blonde's efforts weren't without results either, I could see the expression on my girlfriend's face and hear her moans which periodically interrupted Katka's tongue-work for some seconds. I guess that Martin's position gave him similar insights, though the model's long curly hairs were hiding a good part of the show, because he repeatedly grabbed a handful of them and pulled them aside.

Anyway, the show was pretty arousing for us guys as well and soon, we were stroking our cocks, while watching the two girls comfort each other. When they noticed that we were up to masturbating, the girls grabbed our cocks. Pulling them playfully, the girls made us modify our positions so we could take an active part in their love play. Us guys were slamming our dicks into one girl's pussy for several times and then shoving them down the other girl's throat. The position in which we fucked the girls forced their throat to be held straight which enabled us to fuck them deep. After some minutes the girl's faces were a mess of spit, precum, and pussy-juices.

Finally we erupted our jizz. I came in my girlfriend's throat while Martin shot his seed into the model's mouth. Then the girls got up and kissed for a while, sharing the cum and snowballing us for a while. They were so fucking hot, that Martin and I got hard again within a few minutes. I suggested that we switch the location and we went into our bedroom and laid down on the king-sized bed.

Now the girls were fucking us in a cowgirl position, riding our cocks and rocking their hips back and forth. The girls fucked themselves into another orgasm, which was stronger and longer for the model, it seemed. Martin and I didn't come again — not yet — when my girlfriend let the cat out of the sack.

"What about fucking her?" she said to Martin.

"Huh?" He was surprised, but not shocked. "He already fucks..."

"She has more than one orifice you can use," Katka interrupted him.

"What? ... Oh yes, but she would not allow me to go there," Martin answered. Meanwhile the model had stopped her rocking on my cock and turned her head towards her boyfriend. She was smiling at him.

"You've never asked..."

My girlfriend climbed off of Martin and stood up, "I guess I will look for some lubrication." Then she went into the bathroom. The model was lying on me now, keeping her body in full contact with my chest. She looked into the eyes of her boyfriend, who watched her with a mixture of disbelief and also curiosity.

The model and I had resumed our love-making, without any big movements but she was talented in rotating her hips, a technique learnt though hundreds of disco visits.

When my girlfriend returned, she brought her camera as well.

Earlier that day, while shooting the other pictures of the model, we both noticed that she had been aroused by being photographed. She was turned on by the camera and spread her legs and her outer labia (and shortly later also her inner labia) very enthusiastically. I won't tell bullshit here and say that she almost came from being focused, but she came very hard when she masturbated herself with a Zippo lighter, while Katka was taking photographs of her. The clicks and the flashes drove her crazy.

I had seen other erotic photography taken by my girlfriend. A lot of girls visited the photo studio she worked at, most of them for passport or graduation photos, but some of them wanted to start a model career or wanted some professional photos just for fun. Then, Katka was stunned by some beauties and talked them into a more or less explicit nude session and the photo session often lasted much longer than was intended because the photographer got, let's say, distracted from her work for some time.

Katka was a good photographer but sometimes her images showed more than the result of a good photo artist — sometimes the viewer could feel how Katka made love to her models using the camera as an objective.

The model was still fucking me in the cowgirl position, similar to what had happened earlier that day, but now it wasn't Katka's strap-on which would soon enter her brown-eye, but the hard real-meat cock of Martin, whose slightly nervous expression could be seen on his face. Now, the tall blonde laid her body on my chest and turned her head to one side so she could watch her friend.

"Come on, lazy Martin," she said, "impale me with your love sword. I can't wait until you'll rip me apart."

He approached us, nervously avoiding any contact with my legs. Certainly he was at least as homophobic as I was. Anyway, it was Katka who soon would be double-fucked. My girlfriend helped him with lubricating the model's tight asshole and his not-so-tight cock.

"When you pop in, give her a rest to get used to your member," Katka told him. My hands cupped her firm ass-cheeks, pulling them apart, as Martin aimed the crown of his cock on her. He shoved the tip into her but he was reluctant to press through the sphincter, since it seemed that the model didn't want to let him in.

"Press a little bit harder," I advised.

"I don't want to hurt her," he said.

The model and I lay motionless for the moment.

"Go in, fuck my ass," she ordered. Martin pressed forward and then popped in. Katka moaned, partly for arousal, but also for pain. She grabbed my flesh, scratched me with her long fingernails, making some drops of blood appear.

When I saw that he wanted to withdraw, I told him to stay motionless. "It will go in further shortly. Hold for a minute."

The blonde girl began French-kissing me — not tenderly, but hard and rough. Then she arched her back, pulled off from me and pressed herself on to Martin's dick; she stopped kissing me and raised her head to look back at her boyfriend, who initially didn't copy her motion, as his cock was now much deeper in the slim ass.

When she sank back on me, he followed her motion and penetrated her in his full length. I felt his cock moving in her a certainly he did also, when I began to move. Soon we synchronised the rhythm of pulling out and pushing in, even the blonde nymph took an active part in the act.

We didn't realise at the time how Katka photographed us all the time, but later we saw that she had some close-ups from the model's bottom double-penetrated by our cocks, but most of the photos showed her face, her expression driven by lust and passion.

After a while the model came. She came hard but this time she didn't pass out. She moaned and cried, told us names, while we both slammed into her, not hesitating but almost merciless, until our orgasms also hit us, first Martin since he got more aroused by her tightness than me who already had sex twice earlier today.

Then he pulled out and stood up and stated "I think I should take a shower, don't you?"

The model also got up, causing a weird noise when my cock plopped out of her vagina and they both went to the bathroom.

"Was it a nice sight?" I asked my girlfriend as I rolled over so I now was on my side facing her. She sat on the edge of the bed now.

"Uhu." She nodded. "Wait until you see the photos I've taken. It made me hot. Very hot."

I shook my head. "I don't think I am usable again for the next twelve hours or so."

"Oh, I forgot that you're already counting days until your retirement," she teased me.

I lunged for her and pulled her to me. I gave her a slap on her back, then we were kissing and cuddling for a while.

When Martin and the model left the bathroom, after almost an hour, I visited it myself. Ten minutes later, I came out, the girls and the model's boyfriend were sitting in the kitchen, eating sandwiches and sipping some dry red wine. I joined them and quickly ate a couple of cheese-baguettes and drank almost a bottle of mineral water. When Katka showed the guest-room to the other couple and we finally went to bed, the morning sun was already visible over the horizon.

Katka and I were spooning each other. She had cuddled her back into me. I didn't remember when I fell asleep, but I don't think that I counted too many sheep that night.

It was almost eleven when I awoke the next morning. I stood up and without dressing I went into the kitchen, for starting the coffee-machine. When I went in, the model stood with her body bent over the working-desk in front of the window as she looked out. She turned her head and bade me a good morning. Her legs were spread to give me a nice view on her pussy and her ass.

"Is that an invitation?" I asked. My member already starting to stiffen and with some strokes I got him ready for action.

"Do you fuck every girl you meet in the morning?" she asked provocatively.

"Only those I find naked in my kitchen," I answered.

It seemed that she already had her breakfast, since bread, jam, and butter stood on the working desk. She turned her head back to the window and waited for me. When I passed by the butter, I was reminded of a movie I had seen long ago and I had an evilish idea. I did what Marlon Brando did with Maria Schneider in 'The Last Tango in Paris' and the tall blonde was very surprised.

I didn't accept her protests. Nonetheless she calmed down quickly.

When I finally shot my hot seed into the model, I heard a noise behind me. I turned my head and saw my girlfriend.

She smiled and after a few seconds she said, "so you've started the party without me?"

Martin joined us a little bit later and the four of us fooled around for some hours. We looked at the pictures which Katka had taken with the digital camera on the TV set.

Later we ordered pizza for a late lunch. After eating it, the young couple left and we were alone. Katka and I stroked and kissed each other gently for a while. We went to bed early and fell asleep soon because we were exhausted from the weekend and the next day would start another silly week.

The photograph showing Katka in the ripped stocking suit with the stains of cum and love-juices we got framed and put it into the guest room. Since the photo shows only the model's body below to the model's chin — the artist kept her promise — guests often ask who was the depicted person. Some think, that she was a professional porn actress, but we're not telling about the blonde nymph.

Who would have understanding for the truth?