What Do You Think of While Canoodling? (Part Five) Fucking our Guests
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
PART FIVE:
Fucking our Guests
... continued from Part Four: https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=7165…
. . . when Mrs. Hornibastard found herself fantasizing about watching me fuck her friends while we were canoodling, she decided it was finally time to give this “crazy idea” a try.
“Do you remember the first time you fucked one of my girlfriends while I watched you?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked. “Do you remember who it was?”
I did remember. It was Sartina, but I pretended not to remember her name.
“Her name was Sartina, my friend from Sumatra!”
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Sumatran Tigress:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4439
________________________________________
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Mrs. Hornibastard Gets Creative With a Deck of Cards and an Egg Timer:
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“Oh, right! Sartina! But why Sartina?” I asked. “Why her instead of Lilis or Wiwik since both had already volunteered to let me fuck them while you watched?”
Mrs. Hornibastard had an answer for everything. “Sartina was a dear friend who I trusted. But she lived far away in Sumatra and we rarely saw each other. She was married but was separated from her husband at that time. I had told her all about you and sent her some very hot photos of you. I knew I could trust her not to tell others. Best of all, if watching you fuck Sartina upset me, I knew she had to return to Sumatra and we could all just forget it ever happened.”
“Well,” I said, “obviously you must have enjoyed watching me getting sticky with Sartina because, after that, you started inviting your other girl friends to come over and be fucked by your American stud.”
Mrs. Hornibastard eyed me carefully, checking for my face for evidence of sarcasm.
“Did you like it right away or were you jealous at first?” I asked, curious about how she managed to get comfortable watching me fuck her friends.
“I remember shaking that night when we started playing strip minum with Sartina. My heart was pounding! It was a combination of fear and horniness. I expected to love it but wasn’t completely sure if I would also feel jealous and threatened. But as soon as you and Sartina started getting sexual together, I was immediately overwhelmed with horniness. Watching your big American dick stretching Sartina’s pussy as you slowly slid it into her for the first time was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen! Even to this day, I still sometimes think about that when you start to make love to me.”
“After you two finished fucking and you got off Sartina, I remember how she remained very still on the carpet, her legs still spread wide. I saw your sperm dripping out of her koochy. It was a money shot like in the porn videos except that this was even better because you had cum inside Sartina and now I could see the proof dripping out!”
________________________________________
The Evidence Leaks Out:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4292
________________________________________
After Sartina returned to Sumatra, Mrs. Hornibastard planned to resume our Sunday afternoon skinny dipping sessions with one or two of her friends joining us. But, as she remembered, a religious tradition got in the way.
“After that truly hot experience with Sartina, I was anxious to invite Lilis and Wiwik,” Mrs. Hornibastard said. “But then the holy month of Ramadan started. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a couple of decent, clean, trustworthy, Allah-fearing Muslim girls who will come over, get drunk and then let my boyfriend fuck them while I watch? They said they would be delighted to come over for some margaritas and then let me watch them getting some big American dick, but it had to wait until AFTER Ramadan.”
During Ramadan even run of the mill desplooginations had to wait until well after sunset and Mrs. Hornibastard’s completion of evening prayers.
Despite her penchant for wearing minimalist bikinis and her desire to be fucked while her friends watched and to watch me fucking them, she was still a good Muslim girl.
Go figure!
But at long last, Ramadan was finally over and, sure enough, Lilis and Wiwik showed up at our home on the first Sunday after the Idul Fitri (end of Ramadan) celebrations.
At that point, I was unaware that Mrs. Hornibastard was expecting one or both of her friends to initiate sex with me while she watched. Until then, the closest thing to sex with any of her friends were Wiwik’s occasional hand jobs which I will freely admit, I always looked forward to.
It’s probably a good thing I didn’t know what the plans were or I don’t know how I would have survived Ramadan!
The first post-Ramadan skinny dipping party was almost rained out. We did manage to spend about half an hour in the pool under threatening tropical rainy season skies. Then lightning struck and we had to hurry indoors.
Since we couldn’t play naked IN the pool, instead we consoled ourselves shooting pool naked in our upstairs game room. Even without the effects of the margaritas, the girls were lousy pool players. The margaritas made them even worse.
But they looked fabulous, stretching their young, lithe naked bodies to make pool shots that they nearly always missed.
________________________________________
The Nude Billiards Tournament Team:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4441
________________________________________
When the ladies got tired of me beating them at billiards, Wiwik suddenly had a better idea.
“Let’s all go downstairs and watch a porn video!” Wiwik suggested. But Lilis had a competing proposal.
“Who wants to watch mister fuck me?”
Almost all Indonesian refer to me as “mister.” I am not sure why.
Mrs. Hornibastard was first to respond to Lilis’s daring idea.
“That sounds awesome!”
Wiwik agreed but seemed a bit less enthusiastic than Mrs. Hornibastard.
Lilis and Wiwik bounded down the stairs to the media room. Each was wearing only her flip flops. Mrs. Hornibastard and I followed them downstairs. I quietly asked her, “Are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure!” she replied without hesitation. “Don’t you want to?”
“Lilis and Wiwik are attractive,” I admitted. “They’re both sexy ...”
Mrs. Hornibastard kissed me as we were halfway down the stairs and said, “ayo, mari kita bersenang-senang (come on, let’s go have fun!)”
Downstairs in the media room, with a porn DVD playing on the big flatscreen and the three of us polishing off the bottom half of the pitcher of margaritas, Lilis took a ride on the big American cock*. A few minutes after Lilis was finished Wiwik gleefully took her turn riding my thick foreign fuck muscle.*
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* For the record, I’m sure there is nothing special about my kielbasa. When Pink Floyd is having a good day, he is average at best. I’d be delighted to have an extra inch and some additional girth. But in Asia, the women seemed to measure Pink Floyd by a different standard. Perhaps it’s because they use the metric system over there. I love the metric system because it put Pink Floyd’s vital statistic into double digits.
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Riding the Big American Cock:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4442
———————————-
________________________________________
For Mrs. Hornibastard’s Viewing Pleasure:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4436
________________________________________
Mrs. Hornibastard evidently found the show so inspiring that, as soon as I had rebooted after banging Wiwik, Mrs. Hornibastard took her turn as well. Later that evening after our guests had departed she took another ride.
Speaking for myself, I had a great time. As best I could tell, Lilis and Wiwik also had a good time too. Both returned many times over the next year for more giant cock rides.
Over the next 14 or 15 months we often had guests join us for skinny dipping, margaritas and some no-holes-barred canoodling.
Mrs. Hornibastard asked me, “Can you remember all of my friends who you fucked while I watched?”
“Yes, I think I can. I certainly remember Sartina because she was the first.”
“Yes, but Sartina only visited us one time,” Mrs. Hornibastard pointed out. “Who else do you remember?”
“I remember Lilis, Wiwik and Sri. They came over more often than any of your other friends.”
“Do you remember the others?”
“Yeah, I think I remember them even though they were less frequent guests. There was Alina and Diah. Then the last to join the club was Dewi. Did I forget anyone?”
“No,” Mrs. Hornibastard replies. “That’s everybody!”
I thought about it for a moment. I felt that I’d left out someone. “Wait a minute!” I said. “What about that woman who had unusually big yabbos for an Indonesian woman. Wasn’t her name Ayu?”
“Yes, that was Ayu!” Mrs. Hornibastard agreed. “But I don’t think Ayu counts.”
“What do you mean ‘Ayu doesn’t count?’” It seemed to me with marvelous muchachas like hers, Ayu was definitely worth counting.
Mrs. Hornibastard explained, “You never fucked Ayu.”
“I didn’t? Are you sure?”
“You probably wanted to fuck her! You seemed very impressed with her titties!”
“Well then, why didn’t I fuck her?“
“Ayu was a bit older than the rest of us. She was more conservative and she was married. She gave you a couple of hand jobs and, once when she got really drunk, she let you eat her pussy and after that she gave you a blow job. But that was as far as she was willing to go. Actually fucking was a step too far for her. And that day when you ate her pussy and then she gave you a blow job was the last time Ayu ever came over.”
________________________________________
Ayu:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4401
________________________________________
“But eventually they ALL stopped coming over,” I recollected. “Once Dewi came into our lives she quickly took over.”
“Yes, I invited Dewi to move in with us,”Mrs. Hornibastard remembered with a sigh. “She stayed with us for about a year. She traveled with us to Bali, Singapore, Phuket and Hong Kong. We shared everything with her.”
“Dewi was a lot of fun,” I agreed.
________________________________________
Dewi - an Angel:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4293
________________________________________
... to be continued in PART SIX ...
Fucking our Guests
... continued from Part Four: https://tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=7165…
. . . when Mrs. Hornibastard found herself fantasizing about watching me fuck her friends while we were canoodling, she decided it was finally time to give this “crazy idea” a try.
“Do you remember the first time you fucked one of my girlfriends while I watched you?” Mrs. Hornibastard asked. “Do you remember who it was?”
I did remember. It was Sartina, but I pretended not to remember her name.
“Her name was Sartina, my friend from Sumatra!”
________________________________________
Sumatran Tigress:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4439
________________________________________
****************************************
Mrs. Hornibastard Gets Creative With a Deck of Cards and an Egg Timer:
****************************************
“Oh, right! Sartina! But why Sartina?” I asked. “Why her instead of Lilis or Wiwik since both had already volunteered to let me fuck them while you watched?”
Mrs. Hornibastard had an answer for everything. “Sartina was a dear friend who I trusted. But she lived far away in Sumatra and we rarely saw each other. She was married but was separated from her husband at that time. I had told her all about you and sent her some very hot photos of you. I knew I could trust her not to tell others. Best of all, if watching you fuck Sartina upset me, I knew she had to return to Sumatra and we could all just forget it ever happened.”
“Well,” I said, “obviously you must have enjoyed watching me getting sticky with Sartina because, after that, you started inviting your other girl friends to come over and be fucked by your American stud.”
Mrs. Hornibastard eyed me carefully, checking for my face for evidence of sarcasm.
“Did you like it right away or were you jealous at first?” I asked, curious about how she managed to get comfortable watching me fuck her friends.
“I remember shaking that night when we started playing strip minum with Sartina. My heart was pounding! It was a combination of fear and horniness. I expected to love it but wasn’t completely sure if I would also feel jealous and threatened. But as soon as you and Sartina started getting sexual together, I was immediately overwhelmed with horniness. Watching your big American dick stretching Sartina’s pussy as you slowly slid it into her for the first time was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen! Even to this day, I still sometimes think about that when you start to make love to me.”
“After you two finished fucking and you got off Sartina, I remember how she remained very still on the carpet, her legs still spread wide. I saw your sperm dripping out of her koochy. It was a money shot like in the porn videos except that this was even better because you had cum inside Sartina and now I could see the proof dripping out!”
________________________________________
The Evidence Leaks Out:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4292
________________________________________
After Sartina returned to Sumatra, Mrs. Hornibastard planned to resume our Sunday afternoon skinny dipping sessions with one or two of her friends joining us. But, as she remembered, a religious tradition got in the way.
“After that truly hot experience with Sartina, I was anxious to invite Lilis and Wiwik,” Mrs. Hornibastard said. “But then the holy month of Ramadan started. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a couple of decent, clean, trustworthy, Allah-fearing Muslim girls who will come over, get drunk and then let my boyfriend fuck them while I watch? They said they would be delighted to come over for some margaritas and then let me watch them getting some big American dick, but it had to wait until AFTER Ramadan.”
During Ramadan even run of the mill desplooginations had to wait until well after sunset and Mrs. Hornibastard’s completion of evening prayers.
Despite her penchant for wearing minimalist bikinis and her desire to be fucked while her friends watched and to watch me fucking them, she was still a good Muslim girl.
Go figure!
But at long last, Ramadan was finally over and, sure enough, Lilis and Wiwik showed up at our home on the first Sunday after the Idul Fitri (end of Ramadan) celebrations.
At that point, I was unaware that Mrs. Hornibastard was expecting one or both of her friends to initiate sex with me while she watched. Until then, the closest thing to sex with any of her friends were Wiwik’s occasional hand jobs which I will freely admit, I always looked forward to.
It’s probably a good thing I didn’t know what the plans were or I don’t know how I would have survived Ramadan!
The first post-Ramadan skinny dipping party was almost rained out. We did manage to spend about half an hour in the pool under threatening tropical rainy season skies. Then lightning struck and we had to hurry indoors.
Since we couldn’t play naked IN the pool, instead we consoled ourselves shooting pool naked in our upstairs game room. Even without the effects of the margaritas, the girls were lousy pool players. The margaritas made them even worse.
But they looked fabulous, stretching their young, lithe naked bodies to make pool shots that they nearly always missed.
________________________________________
The Nude Billiards Tournament Team:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4441
________________________________________
When the ladies got tired of me beating them at billiards, Wiwik suddenly had a better idea.
“Let’s all go downstairs and watch a porn video!” Wiwik suggested. But Lilis had a competing proposal.
“Who wants to watch mister fuck me?”
Almost all Indonesian refer to me as “mister.” I am not sure why.
Mrs. Hornibastard was first to respond to Lilis’s daring idea.
“That sounds awesome!”
Wiwik agreed but seemed a bit less enthusiastic than Mrs. Hornibastard.
Lilis and Wiwik bounded down the stairs to the media room. Each was wearing only her flip flops. Mrs. Hornibastard and I followed them downstairs. I quietly asked her, “Are you sure about this?”
“I’m sure!” she replied without hesitation. “Don’t you want to?”
“Lilis and Wiwik are attractive,” I admitted. “They’re both sexy ...”
Mrs. Hornibastard kissed me as we were halfway down the stairs and said, “ayo, mari kita bersenang-senang (come on, let’s go have fun!)”
Downstairs in the media room, with a porn DVD playing on the big flatscreen and the three of us polishing off the bottom half of the pitcher of margaritas, Lilis took a ride on the big American cock*. A few minutes after Lilis was finished Wiwik gleefully took her turn riding my thick foreign fuck muscle.*
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
* For the record, I’m sure there is nothing special about my kielbasa. When Pink Floyd is having a good day, he is average at best. I’d be delighted to have an extra inch and some additional girth. But in Asia, the women seemed to measure Pink Floyd by a different standard. Perhaps it’s because they use the metric system over there. I love the metric system because it put Pink Floyd’s vital statistic into double digits.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
———————————-
Riding the Big American Cock:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4442
———————————-
________________________________________
For Mrs. Hornibastard’s Viewing Pleasure:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4436
________________________________________
Mrs. Hornibastard evidently found the show so inspiring that, as soon as I had rebooted after banging Wiwik, Mrs. Hornibastard took her turn as well. Later that evening after our guests had departed she took another ride.
Speaking for myself, I had a great time. As best I could tell, Lilis and Wiwik also had a good time too. Both returned many times over the next year for more giant cock rides.
Over the next 14 or 15 months we often had guests join us for skinny dipping, margaritas and some no-holes-barred canoodling.
Mrs. Hornibastard asked me, “Can you remember all of my friends who you fucked while I watched?”
“Yes, I think I can. I certainly remember Sartina because she was the first.”
“Yes, but Sartina only visited us one time,” Mrs. Hornibastard pointed out. “Who else do you remember?”
“I remember Lilis, Wiwik and Sri. They came over more often than any of your other friends.”
“Do you remember the others?”
“Yeah, I think I remember them even though they were less frequent guests. There was Alina and Diah. Then the last to join the club was Dewi. Did I forget anyone?”
“No,” Mrs. Hornibastard replies. “That’s everybody!”
I thought about it for a moment. I felt that I’d left out someone. “Wait a minute!” I said. “What about that woman who had unusually big yabbos for an Indonesian woman. Wasn’t her name Ayu?”
“Yes, that was Ayu!” Mrs. Hornibastard agreed. “But I don’t think Ayu counts.”
“What do you mean ‘Ayu doesn’t count?’” It seemed to me with marvelous muchachas like hers, Ayu was definitely worth counting.
Mrs. Hornibastard explained, “You never fucked Ayu.”
“I didn’t? Are you sure?”
“You probably wanted to fuck her! You seemed very impressed with her titties!”
“Well then, why didn’t I fuck her?“
“Ayu was a bit older than the rest of us. She was more conservative and she was married. She gave you a couple of hand jobs and, once when she got really drunk, she let you eat her pussy and after that she gave you a blow job. But that was as far as she was willing to go. Actually fucking was a step too far for her. And that day when you ate her pussy and then she gave you a blow job was the last time Ayu ever came over.”
________________________________________
Ayu:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4401
________________________________________
“But eventually they ALL stopped coming over,” I recollected. “Once Dewi came into our lives she quickly took over.”
“Yes, I invited Dewi to move in with us,”Mrs. Hornibastard remembered with a sigh. “She stayed with us for about a year. She traveled with us to Bali, Singapore, Phuket and Hong Kong. We shared everything with her.”
“Dewi was a lot of fun,” I agreed.
________________________________________
Dewi - an Angel:
https://tuscl.net/photo.php?id=4293
________________________________________
... to be continued in PART SIX ...
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