Mendez series

Mendez Series - Part 0: "Wife's Confessions" (Pilot)

My wife (now 34) and I have known each other for ten years. When I first met her, she was 23 or 24--a tiny waist, curves in all the right places, and a face to die for. She still looks hotter than I deserve, and even now, I remain captivated by her beauty. But in our second year of dating, we hit a rough patch.

One day, while she was at work, she accidentally left her phone at my place. Not unusual--it'd happened before. I never cared to snoop, so I just popped it on the charger and forgot it.

Hours later, it started ringing. I ignored it. Then it rang again--same unknown number, no name. Curiosity nudged me, but I let it slide to voicemail. Third time? Still ignored it.

Then a text pinged in from that number. I couldn't resist the lockscreen peek.

"Hi Summer," it read, "I'm back in town and was hoping to see you. I could really use a massage and, hopefully, a little fun too. Wink wink." Her name is Danielle, so this was strange.

I figured wrong number or maybe an old recycled line. Didn't think much of it--forgot it for weeks, until she left her phone again.

This time, curiosity won. Did she reply?

I opened her messages, and my heart nearly stopped. A full chat stared back at me.

"Hi, Summer," Mark wrote, "So nice to know you still think of me after all these years. I'm sad to say I left the industry, so I can't meet you. But I remember our times together very well--we had great fun. That's why you were one of the few I gave my personal number to. Please don't share this number and delete me from your phone. Take care. Love, Summer."

"Glad you still remember me!" he added. "Can't we have one last meeting? I'm dying to get my balls drained by a stunning woman like you. I'm willing to pay a lot."

Danielle replied, "Sorry, Mark. I have a boyfriend now."

"He doesn't have to know," Mark pressed. "€1,000 upfront for two hours. You know I'm good for it."

"Last time I saw you was three years ago," she said.

"We can change that," he responded.

"Sorry, not interested," she wrote back. "Please delete my number."

My heart pounded, mind racing. 'Industry'? Stripper? Escort? What the hell?

That night, she got home, and I shoved the messages in her face. Shock hit her--tears flowed instantly. But I wasn't furious. She'd rejected him hard--that meant it was past tense. Still, I needed the full story.

I hugged her, kissed her forehead.

"Calm down," I said softly, "just tell me everything. We'll go from there."

"You know how badly I wanted to move out of my mother's house," she began, voice shaky. "Money was tight, and things were always tense. I felt like I had to escape."

She took a breath.

"Annie--a close friend you know and like--was in a similar situation," she continued. "Then, out of nowhere, she suddenly seemed financially stable. When I asked her about it, she told me she was working as an erotic masseuse at a high-end massage parlor in the city."

"At the time, I was working full-time at a gas station, making just €10 an hour," she said. "It barely covered rent to my mom, let alone gave me enough to move out. But Annie? She was making €100-€200 per hour for massaging older men--in the nude--and finishing them off with her hands."

"She wore beautiful dresses to work, met interesting people, and always felt safe because her boss protected the women," she explained. "Two days after our conversation, she called me, saying she had shown my pictures to her boss, who then offered her €1,000 if she could convince me to join."

"That did it," she admitted. "The next week, I started working there. I stayed for almost three years."

"It allowed me to move out within weeks, pay for my studies, afford rent, food, clothes, holidays--everything," she said, eyes distant. "Just before my final exams, when my real career was about to begin, I quit for good."

"I never wanted anyone to find out--especially not you," she confessed, voice breaking. "But I think about it almost every day. Not because I regret doing it, but because I regret keeping it a secret from my family, friends, and you."

Wow. Three years of pleasuring men for money. I respect sex workers, but I never pictured dating one.

Still, I admired how she laid it all out. I believed her--it was in the past. I got why she kept it quiet. But betrayal stung. The thought of her hands on so many guys haunted me. Questions piled up--ones I wasn't sure I wanted answered.

But I asked anyway.

"He was... different," she said hesitantly when she finally spilled about him, eyeing me carefully. "Not just because of who he was, but because of what he had. He was huge. I mean, impossibly big. I remember the first time I saw it, I actually gasped. Thick, long, and with a set of heavy balls to match. I could barely take him. Even when I did, it felt like he was stretching me in ways I had never experienced before. And his stamina--God, it was endless. He would go for what felt like hours, barely needing a break."

She took a deep breath.

"He knew exactly how to use it, too," she added. "Every movement, every thrust was intentional. He wasn't just some guy with a big cock--he was the best lover I ever had. And yes," she swallowed, "sometimes, I still think about him when I'm alone."

Now, five years later, we laugh about it. She makes me happy, and I'm glad she was happy back then. She got her kicks, and I got an incredible wife.

These days, in bed, I nudge her for a story from those days.

"Tell me about him," I say, grinning.

"It always lights us up," she replies, giggling.

Part 1

It kicked off with a simple confession. Four or five years in, I found out my wife--then still my girlfriend--had once had multiple threesomes. And, as it turned out, a completely different sex life than the one she had with me. Shocked? Hell yes. She'd always been reserved when it came to sex, never particularly adventurous, so this revelation completely threw me off.

I had to know more. I pressed her for details--some stung, but she never lied. That was Danielle--always honest, even when it's messy.

"He was... different," she admitted, hesitation in her eyes. "Not just because of who he was, but because of what he had. Mendez was huge. I mean, impossibly big. But it wasn't just his size--it was everything. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an athletic body carved from years of training. Abs cut sharp, arms strong, face chiseled and stupidly handsome. The kind of man who owned a room. And his cock... thick, long, heavy balls to match. First time I saw it, I gasped. I could barely take him. Even when I did, it felt like he was stretching me like nothing else. His stamina--God, endless. Hours, no breaks."

At first, it rattled me. Picturing him over her, pounding away with that monster--it gnawed at me. I compared myself, couldn't help it. But over time? That sting turned hot.

I noticed how she lit up talking about him. Her voice softened, got breathy.

"He could go for hours," she'd whisper, giggling, kissing me. "You... you try hard."

Her thighs squeezed together, subtle but there. She played it cool, but her body betrayed her--lips licked when she mentioned his build, a shiver when she recalled his relentless rhythm. Mention Mendez during role-play, and she'd soak fast.

"Tell me how he took you," I'd push, her body trembling as she relived it.

"He'd pin me," she'd say, breath catching, "thrusting hard and steady--stuff I never knew I'd crave hearing."

She'd stroke my balls gently, whispering comparisons with that teasing edge.

"That's it, baby," she'd coo. "Come for me. You can't last... not like Mendez. He'd go all night. I'd be begging, but you... my sweet little thing... you just need to let go fast."

I knew it was a game. But damn, it worked--every time she teased, I'd lose it.

It was her idea, whispered late one night after a Mendez tale left me hard and restless. She smirked, tracing my chest.

"What if we made you... bigger?" she suggested.

Next day, it arrived--a thick, firm penis sleeve, ribbed, doubling my girth, stretching me longer. I stared, nerves and heat churning. She didn't blink.

"Mendez," she dubbed it, voice low, like she was calling him back.

First time we used it, I felt the air shift. She grabbed it, breath catching as she ran her fingers over it, eyes locked on mine--dark with lust, a flicker of nostalgia hitting me sideways.

"This is him," she murmured, thighs clenching. "This is what I've been craving all these years."

When I slid inside her, sleeve snug, she was wetter than I'd ever felt her--slick and hot, like her body had been waiting.

"Fuck, yes," she moaned, voice cracking as she arched off the bed. "I've missed this--missed him so much."

Her hips bucked, greedy, chasing that stretch, that fullness I'd never given her solo. I thrust harder, torn between pleasing her and feeling his ghost--his size--outmatching me through rubber. Her eyes shut, and for a second, I wondered if she saw me at all.

Our talks have shifted. She misses that wild past--the thrill of a bigger, stronger, dominant man.

"You won't admit it," she purrs, stroking my balls slowly, laughing soft, "but you'd love licking me clean after another man fills me up."

She smirks, leaning in.

"Don't act like you'd 'claim' me after--you wouldn't feel me, baby," she teases. "After him? You'd need the sleeve to even try."

Her lips brush my ear.

"If you're there," she says, amused, "get ready. We'll show you your place. Maybe he'll boss you around. Maybe I'll make you watch me take every inch."

She giggles, taunting. And I know--it's coming soon.

Part 2

The fantasies got bolder. Once just whispers in the dark, teasing to torment me, now they're rooting deep. It's not just talk--it's there, unspoken, electric. Danielle planted it, and it's growing.

She loves pushing me, testing how far I'll drift. Nights get wilder, fantasy bleeding into reality. Her tone's changed--less "if," more "when."

"You know it's gonna happen, right?" she purred one night. "I see it in your eyes--you want it as bad as I do."

I swallowed, unsure. Did I? It should've been clear, but her slow strokes through my boxers muddied my head.

"Pretend all you want, baby," she smiled. "But when I get a real cock again, you won't look away. You'll watch, wondering how it feels for me to be stretched wide."

Her words alone had me aching. She knew how to unravel me, piece by piece, until I was pure need.

Then she pushed harder. One evening, at the dinner table, legs crossed, she smirked.

"So," she said, twirling her hair, "how should it go? I pick him? We pick together? Or I surprise you?"

I blinked, thrown by her casual vibe--like it was set.

"I know what I want," she went on, leaning in, chin on hand. "Big. Strong. Someone to handle me. You'd want that too, right? Me getting exactly what I crave?"

"Or you still pretending you don't want this?" she added, her gaze peeling me bare.

Maybe she was right. The reality was as intoxicating as the dream.

The teasing ramped up. In bed, she'd straddle me, grinding slowly.

"Think he'll be rough?" she mused, lips grazing mine. "Take his time? Or pin me down and own me?"

"Can't wait to find out," she sighed.

I groaned, gripping her hips, needing her. But she wasn't done.

"And you?" she whispered, grinning wickedly. "Just watch? Touch yourself while I moan for him? Or..."

"Let him play with you too?" she finished, kissing my neck.

I stiffened, heart racing.

"Relax, baby," she giggled. "We'll start slow. Let me feel it first. If you're good... maybe you clean me up after."

Part 2b

Since that dinner, the air's different--charged. Her taunts about "someone big, strong" linger, sparking every glance. She's got me hooked, and she knows it.

Next few days, she kept it subtle. Sly smile over breakfast, fingers lingering on mine.

"Wonder who'd dare take me up on it," she quipped about a car passing by, just enough to keep me spinning, pulse offbeat.

I'd catch myself staring, imagining, and she'd smirk--caught me every time.

Then one night, she cranked it up. Couch sprawl, her legs over mine, half-empty wine bottle. She twirled her hair, voice playful.

"You've been thinking about it, huh?" she said, eyes locked. "Don't lie--I can tell."

I shifted, throat tight.

"Maybe," I mumbled.

She laughed--soft, knowing, shivering my spine. She slid closer, hand on my thigh. Quick tug--jeans unzipped, fingers pulling me out. Still soft, tension holding me back. She noticed.

"Oh, look at this little guy," she cooed. "So small... so cute."

Her thumb grazed me, slow, warm--loving despite the sting.

"Wonder how big he'd be--the better one," she mused. "Even soft, he'd dwarf you hard, huh?"

She giggled, twirling me like a toy.

"You're just... hanging there, soft even now," she said. "He'd snap hard fast--slap, as big as you stiff, and that's generous."

I squirmed, heat rising--worse, or better. She squeezed lightly.

"Don't worry," she teased, "you'll perk up. Always do when I talk like this."

Then she straddled me, hands framing my face.

"Tell me," she whispered, lips hovering. "Tell me you want it."

Hips rocked slowly--I groaned, gripping her.

"Say it," she pressed, nails grazing my neck. "Say you want me fucked by someone better."

Words stuck, but my body caved--hard under her.

"Knew it," she smirked, victorious.

Hands slid down my chest.

"Maybe not just anyone..." she trailed off.

I blinked, racing to catch up.

"What?" I asked.

Her grin sharpened.

"Luke," she dropped, letting it hang. "Our Luke. Tall, cocky Luke--our friend forever. I've seen him look at me. You have too."

Stomach flipped. Luke--college buddy, beers-and-laughs guy, broad frame women noticed. It hit hard: wrong, wild, hot as hell.

She pounced.

"You like that," she purred, hand under my shirt. "Picturing Luke pinning me down, fucking me while you watch."

She pressed harder, whispering, "Rougher than you. Bigger. I'd scream for him--you'd just sit there, too small to compete."

Her hand cupped me, stroking my balls with tender cruelty.

"Tell me you want it," she said, lips at my ear. "Tell me you want Luke to take me."

I broke.

"Yes," I rasped. "I want it."

She moaned, my win her prize.

"Good boy," she said, kissing my neck. "Imagine him at that party next weekend--he'll be there. Wine, crowd... I could flirt, tease him. Or not. Just a thought."

Eyes glinted mischief.

"You shouldn't cum tonight," she said, grinding harder. "Not with the party. Don't wanna be filthy yet."

I groaned, protesting.

"What?" I muttered.

Her fingers trailed my cock.

"Maybe not 'til it happens--'til it's real," she said. "Luke, someone--big enough to take me right. Then you can cum."

It punched my breath.

"Danielle, come on," I muttered.

She shook her head, grinning.

"Nope," she said, popping the 'p.' "Hotter this way--you pent up, begging."

She squeezed, maddening.

"Try me," she challenged.

I lasted a minute, two.

"Please," I whispered, breaking.

"Please, Danielle," I said louder. "One more time--let me cum before we wait."

She sighed, dramatic--like a favor.

"Fine," she said, sliding off to kneel. "Not in me--I'm clean for whatever might happen."

Hands on me, she paused, smirking.

"God, it's so small compared to what I could have," she murmured.

Mouth lowered, slow, tongue lazy.

"This little thing... nothing next to a real dick," she said.

She moaned softly, adding, "Mmm, like Mendez's big cock--or Luke's."

Back she went, sucking gently, teasing my size, moans for bigger. I teetered--she knew. Lips brushed my balls, kissing softly, two fingers jerking lightly.

"Cum, baby," she whispered, cruelly tender. "Get it out--next time's not yours."

I came hard, spilling over her fingers, her sucking gentle, eyes locked, wicked grin steady.

Part 3

It's Wednesday, and my head's still reeling from last night. Tuesday hit me like a freight train--she'd teased me to the brink, then dropped the hammer: no cumming until "it" happens, whatever "it" is. Her grin screamed Saturday, that party where Luke's waiting in the wings. Four days, she'd said, and I begged for one last go--got it, barely, before she caged me in this twisted game. Now? The teasing's climbing, a slow, cruel build to the weekend that's tearing me apart.

Wednesday evening crept in quiet but cut sharp. Couch sprawl, her in a flimsy dress riding up too high, legs draped over mine. Her fingers grazed my thigh, inching too close.

"Three nights left, babe," she whispered. "Think Luke's already guessing what I've got planned?"

Her hand brushed my boxers--I twitched, swelling, but she pulled back, soft laugh mocking me.

"Oh, look at you, half up just from his name," she teased. "But nope... you wait."

A quick squeeze, playful, then nothing. She stood, hips swaying as she sauntered off.

"Sleep tight," she tossed over her shoulder, leaving me throbbing, no way out.

Next night, Thursday, it dialed up. Bed, her curled on her side, ass pressed just right against my crotch--torture, pure and simple. Then her voice slid in, low and lazy.

"Picture tomorrow," she said. "Luke's already in my head. Tight shirt hugging those broad shoulders. Will he give me that look again, like at the barbecue?"

I groaned, my dick pulsing against her. She giggled, shifted back harder on purpose, hands staying clear.

"Maybe he'll ask me to dance," she mused. "Hands low, firm... not like you, huh? Too sweet, too small to grab me like that."

I grabbed her hip, desperate, but she spun, tapped my nose.

"Nuh-uh, no finishing, remember?" she said. "Hold it--for him."

A quick peck, then she rolled away, leaving me wrecked, body howling, will buckling.

Friday evening, the night before the party, I broke. Bathroom, her in panties and an old tee, me brushing my teeth. She leaned on the sink, mirror gaze pinned with that wicked grin.

"Tomorrow's it," she purred. "Luke. I can feel it--he'll take me like you never could. But now... show me. Stand there, jerk off for me."

Toothbrush hit the floor, heart pounding. She stepped closer, fingers sliding over my chest, ripping my pants open. My cock sprang out, half-hard from her voice.

"Go on," she breathed, "stroke it. Show me how pathetic and tiny you are next to what I'll get tomorrow."

I started, hand shaky, her eyes searing. She slipped behind me, tits pressed to my back, fingers on my balls--soft caresses, just how I crave it.

"Luke'd have me stuffed by now," she murmured in my ear. "You? Cute, so quick to blow. But don't, okay? Hold it."

Her grip tightened a touch, breath hot on my neck. I panted, tried to stop, but she licked my earlobe.

"Come on, baby," she said, "you're done for anyway."

I snapped--groan tearing free, but before it went too far, I turned, voice rough.

"Please, Danielle," I begged, "let me fuck you--just this once."

Her eyes flashed, horny as hell, that big cock she's dreaming of tomorrow lighting her up. She bit her lip, smirked.

"Fine," she said, husky. "But only with the sleeve--Mendez. Five, maybe ten minutes, so I can get used to Luke's size for tomorrow--not like you'll ever fill me like he will."

She grabbed it from the drawer, slid it over me, tight and thick, and climbed onto the counter, legs wide. I pushed in, her wet heat gripping the sleeve, and she moaned loudly, head back.

"Oh, fuck... Luke!" she yelled, cumming hard, body shaking as his name spilled out again.

She shoved me back, panting.

"Stop--enough," she ordered.

She slid off, yanked the sleeve free, and as it ripped away, I lost it--cum spurting over my stomach, unstoppable. She knelt, gentle now, lapping it all up with soft, loving licks, her tongue warm and tender.

"Naughty," she murmured, lips shining. "I'm off to bed. Tomorrow, you'll hear your punishment--you weren't supposed to cum."

She strutted out, leaving me drained, loved, and dreading what's next.

A buzzing hum jolted me awake Saturday morning, steady and deep. Eyes flickered open--Danielle beside me, legs spread, vibrator slick between her thighs. She caught me staring, grinned, grabbed my limp cock, fingers cool and firm.

"Morning, little guy," she teased, squeezing. "This sad thing's no match for what I'm getting tonight."

Her moans swelled, vibrator diving deeper, head tipped back. I shook, caught in her grip, as her voice roughened.

"Oh, fuck... Luke," she gasped, eyes shut, "yes, Luke, like that..."

Her body shuddered, a raw cry as she came, his name ringing out. She dropped me, switched off the toy, met my gaze--grin triumphant.

"That's your punishment," she panted. "I've decided: tonight, I'm making it real with Luke!"

She rolled out of bed, leaving me with a racing pulse and a body begging for what I can't touch.

Part 4

Saturday night glimmers at Joe and Lisa's sprawling place, sponsors of the local football club where Luke and I go way back. I'd hoped some other teammates might show, but it's just us from the squad. Danielle's been buzzing all day, her morning threat--"Tonight, I'm making it real with Luke!"--still ringing in my ears. We arrive, greeted by Joe and Lisa, both 40-something, loaded, generous, and oozing that flirty edge. Joe's got this hulking presence--tall, thick--and Lisa's a knockout, dressed in a tight skirt and top that screams trouble, especially with a few drinks in her.

We're barely through the door when Danielle pulls me aside, voice low, her breath hot with wine already.

"Luke's not here yet," she murmurs, scanning the room. "Thought he'd be first in line for this, but we'll make it a thrilling night anyway. No boring shit, okay?"

I nod, gut twisting, when the front door swings open. There's Luke--late, cocky as ever--arm around a stunner: Hannah. Tall, blonde, big tits, yoga ass that turns heads.

"Who the hell's that?" Danielle hisses, nails digging into my arm. "This changes things... but look around--plenty to play with here. We'll make it work."

She smirks, eyes darting between Luke's lean frame and Joe's bulk, already plotting--I swallow hard, knowing tonight's gonna be wild, one way or another.

Hours melt away, the crowd thins--booze flows, weed smoke twists, and we're nestled by a snapping campfire: Joe and Lisa, Luke and Hannah, me and Danielle, plus Sarah and Tom, new to us. Sarah's late 30s, sharp and pretty but hushed; Tom's early 40s, nerdy yet decent, a shy thread woven through. Joe's spinning club tales, Lisa's all giggles, her fingers flirting with his thigh, skirt creeping up with every chuckle--jolly, flirty, no secrets yet.

Danielle's eyes gleam, snuggling closer by the fire.

"Never Have I Ever," she chirps, shot glass aloft, her smile a dare.

It starts soft--silly stumbles, odd gigs--then she turns it up.

"Never have I ever kissed someone else's lover in the shadows," she purrs, glass still, winking my way--no past slips here, her tease a quiet pull.

Lisa downs hers, laughing brightly.

"Oh, I've wandered!" she exclaims.

Hannah drinks, Luke smirking beside her. Sarah holds, too tame to sip. Danielle nudges me, playful.

"No sips for me yet," she teases, foot brushing my calf. "But you're hooked, huh?"

Lisa leans in, voice dripping mischief.

"Never have I ever had a dick in my butt," she says, drinking deeply with a grin.

Danielle drinks--her past stirring, no details spilled. Hannah sips, smirking. Sarah holds, blushing faintly. Joe and Luke sip; Tom stays still, no flicker. Sarah tries, voice soft.

"Never have I ever... skinny-dipped at night," she says, sipping shyly--tame, but she joins.

Danielle, Lisa, Luke, and Hannah drink, giggling; I hold--Danielle pats my leg, teasing.

"Guess I've got wilder beats than you," she murmurs.

Hannah leans in, bold.

"Never have I ever fucked a way bigger dick than my guy's," she says, holding--Luke's her match.

Danielle drinks deeply, her past pulsing, pulling me in. Sarah sips, a rare move, hinting at more than Tom. Lisa holds, grinning.

"Some history there--you love it, don't you?" Danielle says, her glow flaring.

The vibe shifts--Truth or Dare now, and Danielle's in her groove, teasing and warm, nudging me deeper into her game. Lisa's right there, her jolly spark stoking it. It starts flirty--then Luke jumps in.

"Truth, Danielle--ever wished for a guy who could go all night?" he asks.

"Oh, I've dreamed--stamina's a thrill, right, babe?" she smirks, eyes on me, her tease digging, testing me slowly.

Lisa's next, daring Tom.

"Flash us your chest--let's peek what's hiding," she says.

Tom peels off his shirt, lean but shy, Sarah smiling softly. Danielle turns to Hannah.

"Truth--size matter to you?" she asks.

"Bigger's a ride--more to hold," Hannah laughs.

Danielle nods, her craving flickering, nudging me further.

"See?" she teases, squeezing my hand. "Some girls dream big."

Hannah dares Luke.

"Lick my neck, slow and sultry," she says.

Luke dives in, her giggle melting to a moan--Danielle's eyes spark, her Luke itch alive. Tom tries, voice shaky.

"Truth, Lisa--ever sized a guy up?" he asks.

"Oh, I've weighed 'em all--Joe's a feast, trust me," she cackles, her grin teasing, no deeper spill.

Lisa dares Joe.

"Bare it all--show 'em what I rave about," she says.

Joe stands, drops everything--his shaft sways forth, a thick, meaty arc with a bold vein snaking down its girth, balls plump and heavy, hanging low like ripe fruit begging to be plucked. Danielle's breath hitches, a slow want stirring.

"Oh, my... that's a handful," she whispers.

Luke's next--Hannah nudges him.

"Go on!" she urges.

He strips, his length unfurling, a sleek, glossy rod with a tender crown that dips soft, balls smooth and tight, tucked close like polished gems.

"Tasty little treat," Danielle says, flirty and warm, her eyes lingering.

Sarah dares Tom.

"Lose the pants," she says.

He strips to boxers, then further--his rod stretches free, a sturdy span crowned with a broad, chiseled tip that flares proud, balls decent and firm, a subtle vein threading when it rises. Danielle nods, intrigued. Then she turns to me, eyes dancing with that teasing glint.

"Dare, babe--strip it all, last one in," she says.

My gut twists--Joe's fat fucking shaft looms in my head, a beast of a rod, thick as hell with a pulsing vein snaking down its meaty length, balls hanging low and swollen like they're about to bust. Luke's hefty prick struts in next, a long, slick bastard, crown plump and juicy, balls dangling heavy and full, practically screaming for a grab. Tom's rod crashes the party, solid when stiff, but soft it's a sturdy span, tip broad as fuck, chiseled and bulging like a king's scepter, balls tight and thick beneath a faint, dirty vein. My breath snags--shit, I'm floored every time I catch a big cock in the wild, mesmerized by their sheer bulk, knowing my little runt can't even dream that big. Then it hits: Danielle, right there in my mind, her lips brushing Luke's fat length, soft and slow, then Joe's monster shaft, teasing 'em both. She sucks gently, coaxing 'em hard, then dives in--sucking harder, greedy, 'til they're throbbing, spitting thick, hot ropes all over her, coating her face, her neck, her everything. My prick's already rock hard from that filthy flash, straining tight--my mind reels, picturing Lisa's sly grin, Hannah's quick flick, Sarah's shy glance all sizing me up, waiting for a letdown. I'm just a tad bigger than Tom's soft span, maybe Luke's limp heft too, but Joe's fucking monster dwarfs me even now, hard as I am against their soft sprawl. My fingers shake, stuck at my waistband, the dare pounding as I sink deeper into that raunchy haze, too rattled to budge.

Luke cuts through, grinning wide.

"Dare, Danielle--pull his pants down, get the last holdout bare," he says.

She doesn't blink--skips over, fingers swift on my waistband, her laugh sharp and playful.

"Time's up, shy boy," she chirps, yanking 'til I'm bare--my prick springs out, rock hard but puny next to their soft giants, balls tight and high from the strain.

Four bare guys by the fire--Joe, Luke, Tom, me--lined up as Danielle and Lisa saunter around, giggling, weed and wine loosening their tongues. Lisa takes the reins, voice bright and bold.

"Joe's a beast--shaft thick and meaty, a vein pulsing bold down its curve, balls heavy and plump, swaying like ripe bounty," she says.

"Luke's sleek--length glossy and lean, crown tender and dipped, balls smooth and tight, nestled like polished stones," she continues.

"Tom's got that rod--sturdy and broad, tip chiseled and proud, balls firm with a subtle vein threading through," she adds.

She pauses at me, smiling softly, eyeing my hard little stand, a little laugh curling her lips.

"And yours... it's really rock and rock hard," she says, her mouth twitching with amusement.

Danielle chimes in, her tease light, pulling me deeper.

"So, Joe's the titan, Luke's the charmer, Tom's got that surprise tip," she says. "Leaves yours... well, the shy one, huh?"

I flush, her words a gentle shove--Joe's thick, veiny shaft, Luke's sleek, glossy length, Tom's sturdy, chiseled rod replay in my head, a gallery I can't help but admire, my own a humble note even stiff. Lisa turns to Sarah.

"Your take--what's your eye catching?" she asks.

Sarah blinks, eyes flicking over--Joe's bold, meaty arc, Luke's smooth, lean rod, Tom's striking, chiseled tip, my rigid softness. Her cheeks blaze, breath quickening, her tame shell cracking as heat seeps in.

"Uh... Joe's... huge, everywhere," she stammers. "Luke's smooth, nice. Tom's... that tip's perfect for me. And..."

She falters at me, voice soft.

"It's... sweet, I guess?" she says.

She's flustered, horny flickering through--then Danielle cuts in, her eyes narrowing as she clocks my hard-on, the only one stiff in the lineup.

"Truth, babe--what were you thinking about before your pants came off?" she asks, tone stern and probing. "Tell me."

I stammer, heat rising.

"Uh... just... y'know, the game," I mumble, dodging, hinting at her in my head but not spilling it.

Her lips tighten, not buying it--she leans closer, voice firm.

"No, really--what got you like that?" she presses. "Out with it."

I squirm, their eyes on me, 'til I crack.

"Fine--imagined you... sucking Luke... and Joe," I mutter, low, "y'know, 'til they... finished on you."

A hush falls--Danielle's eyes widen, a mix of shock and heat, then Lisa jumps in, grinning slyly.

"Truth--would you wanna see that for real?" she asks.

I choke, words tangling.

"I-I... uh..." I stammer, face burning, not saying yes but everyone clocks it, my shy dodge screaming it loud.

Lisa turns to Danielle, playful.

"Truth--would you be up for that, if he's game?" she asks.

Danielle's gaze locks mine, a slow, teasing smile curling.

"If he says yes... oh, I'd be all in," she purrs, her crave flaring, not betraying--just pushing me, testing my play.

Part 5

Danielle's POV

The campfire's down to a flicker, embers barely hanging on, weed haze curling thick through the air, and I'm still riding that high from the lineup--those cocks lined up like a filthy feast, Joe's fat beast swinging heavy, Luke's sleek rod dangling tasty, and my guy's little soldier, rock hard but so fucking puny next to 'em. His stammered confession's got me soaked--me sucking Luke and Joe 'til they blast all over me, his shy "maybe" screaming yes.

"Truth--would you wanna see that for real?" Lisa asks, her giggle cutting through, sharp and sly.

He chokes.

"I-I... uh..." he stammers, face red as hell, not saying yes but everyone knows, his dodge louder than words.

My pulse thumps--shit, he's picturing it, and I'm already there, lips tingling like I can taste their heft.

"Truth--would you be up for that, if he's game?" Lisa asks me, playful as fuck.

I lock eyes with him, a slow, teasing smile curling--his hard-on's a dead giveaway, and I'm dripping just thinking it.

"If he says yes... oh, I'd be all in," I purr, letting it hang, watching him squirm--his little runt twitching, my crave roaring hot.

Hannah pipes up, her voice slicing through, half-lost to me as my mind teeters.

"Truth, Sarah--would Tom wanna see that play out too?" she asks.

Sarah blinks, flustered.

"Uh... I don't know," she mutters softly about Tom, his shrug barely registering as my head starts slipping, their chatter fading to a dull buzz.

"Bigger's got its kick--more to feel, more to ride!" Lisa says, her words echoing.

I'm gone, sinking hard into a filthy daydream right there by the dying fire. Joe's meaty shaft looms first, that thick, veiny beast half-stiff, balls plump and heavy, swaying low like they're aching to unload. Luke's fat rod slides in next, long and juicy, crown plump as hell, balls dangling full and ripe, begging for my grip. I see myself--lips teasing Joe's fat tip, soft and slow, then Luke's hefty length, sucking gently 'til they're throbbing, then harder, greedy, 'til they're spitting hot, thick ropes all over me--face, neck, chest, dripping down my skin. My guy's there, watching--his puny prick stiff, dwarfed by Joe's monster even soft, Luke's heft mocking him too, and I'm loving it, pushing him to say yes, to let me ride 'em while he stares, hard and helpless.

I jolt back--fuck, I'm soaked, thighs clenched tight, the campfire's glow snapping me to now. Hannah's still yapping, Sarah's muttering, his flush burning red--nothing's moved, but I need out.

"Gotta hit the toilet," I mumble, peeling off from the circle, legs wobbly as I weave through Joe and Lisa's big-ass house.

The hall's dim, cool air brushing my skin as I step out from the bathroom, and there he is--Joe, stark fucking naked, leaning casually against the wall, all easy swagger. His fat shaft hangs there, half-stiff now, a meaty arc with that bold vein pulsing lazily down its girth, balls plump and heavy, swaying low like they're ready to burst. My breath snags--shit, it's Mendez reborn, that thick bounty I've craved since the sleeve days, right here, real and raw.

He smirks, catching my stare--doesn't shift, just lets it hang, that half-hard beast taunting me.

"Lost, darlin'?" he drawls, voice low, thick with that knowing edge.

I lick my lips, heat flooding--fuck, I want it, want to drop right there, suck that fat tip 'til it's throbbing, feel those swollen balls in my hand, ride it 'til I'm gasping. His hand drifts down, slow and deliberate, fingers grazing that meaty shaft--stroking it lazily, letting it thicken just a bit more, the vein pulsing under his touch as he watches me watch him.

"C'mon," he murmurs, half-lidded, "you know you'd fit real nice on this."

My eyes stay glued--shit, it's hypnotizing, that monster swaying heavier now, balls plump and low, begging for a squeeze. But I hold--not yet. I grin, teasing back, keeping it light but edged.

"Just... scoping the goods," I say, voice catching, eyes locked on that beast. "Bet that packs a hell of a punch."

He chuckles, low and dirty, shifting closer so it brushes near--half-stiff but still dwarfing anything my guy's got, even rock hard.

"Plenty here for you," he rumbles, fingers lingering, tempting me hard.

My mind flashes--him watching, stammering "maybe," his puny prick no match for this, and fuck, I love him, my sweet shy boy, wouldn't hurt him for the world.

"Goddamn, Joe," I admit, voice husky, "I'm aching for you, but he's my heart--gotta wait 'til he says yes."

My hand moves before I stop it--fingers graze those swollen balls, a quick, soft stroke, feeling their heavy heat--then I pull back, smirking.

"Keep 'em warm, will you?" I purr, turning toward the fire--fuck, it's his call, but this big fat cock's burned in my skull, and I'm not letting it slip 'til I get it.

Part 6

Joe's POV

The campfire's dying down as Danielle heads off to the john, muttering some excuse. That tight dress clings to her ass, swaying with every step, and I lean back against the wall, letting the weed buzz settle in. She's fucking hot--curves that could kill, lips begging for trouble, and those eyes, darting back at her guy like she's testing him. I grin to myself. Poor fucker's got no shot--not after what I saw earlier.

That lineup's still fresh in my mind. Four of us standing there, pants down--me, Luke, Tom, and him. I let mine hang out--big, thick, with a solid vein running down it, balls heavy and low, already half-hard from the buzz. Luke's was long and smooth, balls tight against him. Tom's came out decent, wide tip even when soft. Then her guy--shit, his little dick popped up, hard as hell but so damn small, balls pulled up tight like they're hiding. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Rock and rock hard," Lisa said, her cute line landing soft, but fuck, it's sad next to mine.

Even soft, I've got him beat by a mile. I laugh under my breath. She's got him whipped, no doubt--probably rips into him at home about that little thing.

"So, Joe's the titan," Danielle teased earlier, "leaves yours... well, the shy one, huh?"

The way she smirked at me, then Luke--it's obvious she's dying for something bigger. She's been dropping hints all night--size, stamina, all that shit. I'd put money on her cucking him already. Or maybe she hasn't. Maybe I'd be the first to give her what he can't. Fuck, that gets me going--her moaning under me, taking what that shrimp dick never could.

I've done this before--played the bull for couples. I'm damn good at it, too. Step in, take charge, broad shoulders back, voice deep, while the guy watches his girl lose it.

"I'd fuck Danielle slow at first," I think, picturing it, "let her feel every inch, then hard--make her scream while he sits there, that tiny prick useless."

She's craving it--I see it in her eyes. I'd give her the ride of her life, leave her wrecked.

She's coming out now, bathroom door clicking shut, and I'm just standing there, buck naked, leaning casual. My dick's half-hard, hanging heavy, vein popping a little as it fills out. She stops dead, staring--fuck, she's a knockout, that dress gripping her tits and hips like a second skin.

"Lost, darlin'?" I drawl, keeping it smooth, my voice low, rough with want.

Her lips twitch, tongue flicking out, and I'm hooked. She needs a real dick--something big to stretch her proper, not that pathetic stub her man's got. I give it a slow tug, letting it grow a bit under her gaze--thick, solid, balls full and ready. She's wet for it, I can tell, thighs squeezing together.

"Just... scoping the goods," she says, voice shaky but sharp, still staring. "Bet that packs a hell of a punch."

I laugh, deep and dirty, stepping closer so it's right there--half-hard and still bigger than her guy's best effort.

"Plenty here for you," I rumble, hand resting on it, daring her.

She's aching for it--breathing fast, body screaming yes.

"Goddamn, Joe," she says, low and raw, "I'm aching for you, but he's my heart--gotta wait 'til he says yes."

Her hand moves fast--fingers brush my balls, quick and light, feeling how heavy they are--then she pulls back, smirking.

"Keep 'em warm, will you?" she teases, heading back to the fire.

I'm rock hard now, watching her ass bounce away. She needs me--needs a real cock--and I'd fuck her so good she'd forget that little shit exists. I duck into the john, still naked. Standing there, I look down--my dick's a fucking champ, thick and long, vein standing out, balls hanging full.

"Damn perfect," I grin, pleased as hell.

This is what she wants, what she's missing. I give it a quick stroke, feeling how solid it is.

Heading out, I catch something by the fire--Hannah's on her knees in front of Luke, his dick hard now, long and stiff in her hand, tip shining. My pulse jumps--shit, things are kicking off. I hustle back to the campfire, eager to see what's next.

Part 7

Sarah's POV

The campfire's nearly out, just a soft glow left, and I'm stuck, staring. Hannah's on her knees, holding Luke's... thing--long and smooth, with a soft, rounded tip that shines in the light. She slides it into her mouth, slow, her fingers rubbing those full, firm balls underneath, and he groans, head tipping back. My chest squeezes--goodness, what's this? I've been peeking all night, couldn't help it. Joe's big one--so heavy and manly, it scared me a little. But Luke--he's something else. Young, fit, so handsome it's silly. That part of him... so neat and strong, like it's made for him.

Hannah takes it deeper, lips stretching around that shiny tip, and my stomach flips. I see myself there--me, doing that. My breath hitches--me?

"Toilet," I mutter to no one and hurry off, legs wobbly, pulse thumping.

I don't need to go--I need out, away. The bathroom's cool, still. I grip the sink, staring at my flushed face. What's happening? Luke's face won't leave me--those arms, that jaw, his... thing, long and smooth, that rounded tip shining, those firm balls below. How would it feel? Warm in my mouth, heavy--would it be nice? I press my thighs together, and--oh my--I'm wet. I check, shocked.

"Goodness, girl," I whisper to myself, "you're soaking. Who are you?"

I don't know her. Why him? I never cared for those... things. They're strange--funny-looking, awkward. Tom's especially, with that big, goofy tip on such a little bit--I never liked it, never wanted it near my mouth.

"Tried once or twice, long ago," I think, "but it felt off, and I stopped."

But pff, Luke's cock--my place tingles sharp just thinking it, a quick, hot spark that makes me gasp.

"That, I'd want to taste right now," I admit silently. "Just a little."

I close my eyes, and it's there--long, smooth, that soft tip brushing my lips, warm and firm.

"Would I dare?" I wonder. "How would it taste? Salty, maybe, or sweet--not that I'd know."

My tongue flicks out, like I could feel it, and my breath catches again. I shift, legs trembling, and brush my pussy--oh goodness, a jolt shoots up my spine, sharp and wild, like a shock I can't shake. My fingers linger, damp through my skirt, and I feel it pulse, needy, alive in a way it's never been.

"Tom never did this," I realize, "never made my place hum like this, never made me wonder."

Luke's cock--those firm balls swaying as Hannah touched them--it's all I see.

"Could I take it?" I ask myself. "Just a little, just once, my lips around that shiny tip, feeling it throb?"

My heart pounds--I'd get wetter, wouldn't I? Wetter than this, if it was real. I press harder, another jolt, and my knees buckle a little.

"What's happening to me?" I murmur, staring at my reflection--red cheeks, wide eyes.

This isn't me. I'm not this girl--not bold, not wild. I don't think these things. One boy before Tom, quick fumbles, then Tom--once a week, maybe two, him on top, quiet and done. I never wanted more, never cared. But now--Luke's face, his body, that cock--it's like a fever. My place aches, and I wonder--scared, silly--what if it fit there? Inside me? I can't even picture it, but the thought won't leave.

"What if it's better than anything I've known?" I think. "What if I can't go back to plain after that?"

My hand shakes, pulling away, and I stare at myself--this isn't me. I'm proper, simple--aren't I? But that tingle won't stop, and Luke's cock keeps dancing in my head, teasing me, daring me.

"You can always sneak by sometime," Lisa's voice from earlier rings in my head, that sly tease over wine, "let us teach you a thing or two."

"Girl, what are you doing?" I whisper to myself. "Go back, go see where this is going. This might be now or never."

Dazzled with my own thought, I splash my face, calm my breath, and step out. Voices drift from the fire--a giggle, a soft moan. I peek from the shadows, and my heart jumps. Hannah's still there, but now Lisa's with her--both kissing Luke's thing, hands all over those full balls. My knees shake, but I creep closer, half-hidden.

"Where's this going?" I think, frightened--but I can't look away.

Part 8: Echoes

Sarah's POV: Part I

The hall's dim, coats stacked high--I'm fumbling for mine, ready to leave. Luke lingers near, his leather jacket draped over one shoulder, a tall shadow in the flickering light. The fire's out beyond the door, but a slow burn hums inside me. I glance up--his frame towers, lean and firm; the memory of his cock--thick, long, a silken weight--sears my mind from that lineup. His eyes catch mine, twinkling with a quiet, tempting glow--so arousing it steals my breath. What's stirring in me? My skin warms, a soft ache blooming low. He speaks, voice low; I'm lost, watching him, hazed by the weed we haven't touched in years, its ghost curling through me.

"I saw you staring," he repeats, steady, calm. "If you and Tom want to hit it up sometime, Hannah's game. He can join--or doesn't have to know. Look me up on IG, send me a DM."

My pulse skips--his words sink in, heavy, warm. He steps closer, pulls me into a hug; his body presses mine, that throbbing length nudging my navel--a jolt races to my clit, nipples hardening under my blouse.

"Could I?" I think, mind trembling. "Could I really?"

The air shifts; my thoughts blur as Luke heads to the kitchen for Hannah. I slump onto the bench--I doze off immediately, fuck, I forgot my medicine, the weed, the alcohol, a strong potion for the mind, eh? A lock clicks; the toilet flushes nearby.

"Oh oh," I murmur, "who heard us?"

Joe's POV: Part I

She's sprawled there, dress hiked up--Danielle, my prize tonight. Her guy's out cold in the hall--too drunk, that little tease no match for the night's haze. Left him there after he wobbled off--my buddy, my excuse. My cock's half-hard, thick and veiny--her hands on my balls in the john stirred it, a slow burn still tingling through me.

"He's done," I growl, smirking as I step closer.

She's flushed--horny, not scared, her breath quickening. Lisa'd cheer this on--loves sharing these fantasies with him, knows I'd never cross a line without a sign.

"He chickened out?" she mumbles, voice soft.

"Nah," I say, "wine ditched him--passed out drooling in a corner."

She's trembling, her body a vision--slender curves flowing under that dress, skin glowing warm in the dim light, a delicate grace that pulls me in. I step closer--her move.

Tom's POV: Part I

The bar's dim, beer flat--a week later, that night still gnaws at me. I'd ducked into the hall toilet before we left--coats piled high, just a quick piss as the bob smoked a bit, sure, but I could drive fine. Sat there, scrolling my phone, lost in WhatsApp--group chats buzzing, pulling me in. I froze, jeans tight, jealous, dick starting to grow. She wants him--fuck, it's clear. That gasp wasn't fear; it was hunger. My quiet Sarah, always so tame, trembling for his touch--his thick meat over my average rod. Her staring at his crotch for minutes on end. I don't know her like that--she's no tiger in bed, always soft, gentle.

"She's satisfied, right?" I mutter. "Or maybe not--years of the same trick, me plodding along."

Does she want more? Am I enough? Doubt creeps in--do I want this? Does she? Am I inadequate--his cock, that beast, looms.

"How would it be, her with him?" I wonder. "Could I handle it?"

The BJ mesmerized her.

"Could I bear watching?" I think. "Could I even survive seeing her doing that thing--that thing I stopped pushing for years? Could I see her sucking dick? Could I watch, join, or just fade?"

"He doesn't have to know," he'd said.

Her gasp--God, she wanted him. I flushed the toilet, stepped out; she was slumped on the bench, out cold.

"Couldn't face her--wine, weed, something hit her," I think. "Next day, maybe. She's mine--quiet, sweet--but that night broke her."

Hannah's POV: Part I

Five days later, and holy fuck, this sauna's a wet dream--heat kissing my D-cups, sliding down my yoga-carved ass like it's begging for a slap. Luke's sprawled beside me, that long, smooth cock just chilling, tip plump and juicy like it's daring me to pounce. Lisa's sprawled on the other side, smirking like she's got a dirty secret--fucking love her, she's my chaos twin. Five times a week I'm riding Luke's dick raw, and shit, it's still a goddamn thrill--hours of gym sweat for a body that owns every room, plus a bank account fat enough to make jaws drop. How'd I stack that cash? A girl's got her ways--diamonds dripping off my neck don't talk, and neither do I. That campfire night's etched in my brain--me on my knees, Luke's slick rod throbbing in my grip, Lisa diving in like it's a fucking buffet.

"Sure, I love me a good MFF BJ," I'd purred, "and hell yeah I do--it's not 'our' first threesome and it definitely ain't mine."

I've fucked my way through plenty, racked up more hot nights than most, and Luke's a prize--long, meaty, balls tight and full, ready to pop like a goddamn jackpot. This sauna's got me loose, horny as shit, and I'm cheering myself on--go, babe, grab that prick, make it sing.

"Still the king of cocks," I toss at Luke, grinning wide--Lisa'd egg me on if I yanked that glossy bastard right here, steam be damned.

Those campfire dicks parade through my head--Joe's fat, veiny monster, thick as a fucking wrist, a pulsing beast with a bold vein snaking down its girth, balls hanging low and heavy like they're smug as hell; Luke's sleek, glossy rod, long and juicy, crown plump and tender, balls tucked tight like polished gems begging for a lick; Danielle's guy with his puny little runt, hard but so damn small it's a toy, balls high and shy--shit, I'd suck that sad thing once if it meant scissoring Danielle while I'm at it, her tight pussy grinding mine 'til I'm howling, lust pouring out like a flood.

"Luke could slam her too if her sweet boy says yes," I think, winking in my head. "Hey, cutie, watch me fuck her 'til she forgets you."

Everyone's hot, everything's fair game--handsome people like these are my candy store. Lisa giggles, and I catch her vibe--we're replaying that night right now, the three of us, heat cranking the filth.

"Fuck, that campfire was a riot," I say, loud and proud--Luke's cock twitches like it's nodding, and I'm itching to climb him, let Lisa watch the show.

Sarah pops in my head--those shy eyes glued to Luke, that little tremble.

"Someone's got a hard-on for this," I tease, no names--Luke smirks, knows it's her.

I'm free as fuck--life's a blast, and I'm living it loud. All those cocks spin back--Joe's thick bastard could split you, heavy balls swaying like they own the joint; Luke's lean prick, juicy and long, balls tight like they're ready to burst any second.

"Danielle deserves a night with Luke," I think, "I'd give her that, let her man's little twig watch and weep."

The sauna's heat melts me, pumps my blood--God, I'm wet just breathing it.

"This shit's better than foreplay," I laugh, stretching out--Luke and Lisa grin, vibing hard.

We're nattering about that night, playing it out--Lisa's hands mime it, Luke's dick perks up like it remembers. I've got no chains--everything's good, everyone's hot, and I'm the queen of this game. Sarah's on my mind--her and Luke, me stirring the pot.

"We could deal her in," I say, sly--Luke nods, game as fuck.

Freedom's my jam--cash, cocks, pussy, all mine to play with, and I'm damn good at it.

Lisa's POV: Part I

The campfire's dead, embers gone cold, and we're at the bar outside now--the night's winding down, guests either prepping to leave or crash. Sarah's still in the hall with Luke, probably blushing over that bad boy, and Tom's stuck on the john, missing the show. Inside's a ghost town, just the hum of the fridge, so Joe and me slip out here, grabbing one last drink under the stars--cool air brushing my skin, skirt riding high, tits perky in this top, buzzing from the chaos. Danielle and her man are staying over--too smashed to drive, sprawled somewhere, his little runt dick out for the count. Joe leans on the bar, hulking frame filling the night--fuck, he's a vision, my bull, my king. His fat, veiny beast of a cock flashes in my head--thick as hell, balls heavy and smug, dwarfing every prick we've seen tonight. I giggle, sipping my wine, catching his eye.

"So, big man," I purr, voice low and sly, "what's the plan with Danielle?"

My fingers graze his arm, teasing slowly.

"She's been drooling over you all night--that tight dress, those eyes screaming for a real fuck," I say.

He smirks, dirty and deep--God, I love that grin.

"Gonna give her what her man can't," he rumbles, flexing like he's already balls-deep.

I laugh, loud and bright--Danielle's ripe as fuck for this.

"She's so damn ready for her bull," I say, grinning wide--Joe's monster's perfect for her, and I'm wet just picturing it.

Her man's puny twig's no match--Joe'll stretch her 'til she screams, and I'm all in, loving every filthy second of this game.

Luke's POV: Part I

Hannah's on her knees, hands wrapped tight around my cock--long, smooth, the tip slick and weeping under her grip.

"Sure, I love me a good MFF BJ," she purrs, grinning like a feral cat--wild, untamed, my kind of fucked-up.

Lisa's daring her on, that sly smirk flashing--her eyes rake me, hungry for this young meat. My rod's rock-hard now, meaty and pulsing, balls tightening as Hannah strokes slow, teasing every inch. She's a goddess--full D-cups bouncing free, nipples puffy and begging. Sarah's lurking nearby, wide-eyed, too damn close--her breath's quick, caught in my pull.

"Luke," Lisa whispers, leaning in, "ever think about pushing it further?"

Her voice drips heat--shit, she's driving this. Sarah flushes, trembling--into me, but too shy to move. I smirk--Lisa loves her man, loves this chaos, and I'm the spark. Hannah pumps harder, my cock throbbing--night's a live wire, and I'm fucking charged.

Hannah's POV: Part II

So hot in here. Lisa and Luke can't seem to not touch each other, and this sauna's a fucking blast--heat licking my D-cups, dripping down my well-crafted ass like a tease. Luke's next to me, that long, juicy cock stiff as hell--Lisa's across, smirking, her towel long gone, hail to those perky tits. I'm soaked, horny as shit--Luke's locked the gym's front door, manager perks, just us three in this sweaty den.

"Please, Hannah," Lisa begs, "let me have that dick--I need it bad."

I grin, my clit twitches--fuck yeah, I'm drooling watching these two hot bastards go at it. She grabs his half-stiff cock, giggling.

"So glad I met you guys--what if I'd been stuck here with Tom?" she says.

"Hah, rather Sarah," I say.

"Sarah," Luke says, smirking, "she's into me, wait and see."

My head spins--I see Luke in the gym, guiding Sarah while training, his hand too high on her thigh, fingers brushing her pussy as she crunches those abs. They're sweating, as she sees his softie dangle around in his grey sweatpants, her eyes glued to his crotch--shit, mine too, always. Snap--reality hits, Luke's slamming Lisa doggy-style by the weights, thumb up her ass, mirror reflecting every thrust.

"Dream come true," she'd moaned--a dream, I think, drifting off.

Sarah's under the shower--fuck, she's way hotter naked, slim curves glowing, prettier than I guessed. Luke knocks.

"You decent?" he asks.

"Wait!" she squeaks--he barges in anyway.

"Wow, you're gorgeous," he says.

She stammers, "You too."

He's bare, cock hardening--her eyes widen.

"Touch it," he purrs, "you'll like it."

She grabs it--her breath hitches, panting soft, almost moaning as she holds it, eyes locked on that long, thick rod. She cups his stallion balls--fuck, they're heavy, tight, pulsing under her shaky fingers. She looks up, big eyes wide, and slides that plump head slow into her mouth--moaning low, tongue flicking tentative, tasting him. She's green--shit, not used to a unit like this, fumbling sweet as she licks, sucking clumsy but hungry. Her lips stretch, taking him deeper--inch by inch, gasping, that pretty throat working hard--that prim face choking his snake--sucking and moaning like her clit's in her throat--he paints her face, cum dripping--I blink, Luke's upright, Lisa's on her knees, sucking--his cock erupts, splattering her face white.

"There you are, good boy," she says, "well, let Hannah clean me up."

Danielle's POV: Part II

The room's a haze, wine and lust swirling thick--Joe's hulking frame looms over me, his fat, veiny beast of a cock half-roused, pulsing with heat, that slick, swollen head brushing my thigh like a filthy promise. My desperate pussy's soaked, aching, thighs trembling as he steps closer--God, he's Mendez reborn, thick and meaty, balls heavy and ripe, ready to fill me. My guy's out cold somewhere--my sweet tease, my love--and I'm here, sprawled on this bed, dress hiked up, heart pounding. Joe's hands grip my hips, rough and sure--I'm his prize tonight, and fuck, I want it bad. He hovers, that monster prick dangling--my breath catches, mind drifting to my man. This path we've walked--those giggling nights, his little dick twitching as I spun tales of bulls like Joe, his shy nods turning to yeses, his trust blooming wild.

"Hush, baby," I whisper in my head, dreaming of him, "later you will lick me clean, your pretty little dick can try to make me cum after, you won't feel a thing, I'm sorry babe, I love you."

I see him, sweet and steady--my heart's his, always, more than his Dickklet ever could claim--and I'm giddy, thrilled he's okay with this. Option A or B? Him watching here, or me spilling it later, licking me clean? B's winning--I'll tell him every dirty detail, let him taste Joe's heat. Joe snaps me back--voice low, rough.

"Fuck, Danielle," he growls, "those tits--perfect."

Hands grab hard, squeezing my C-cups 'til I gasp. His tongue flicks my nipples--they harden fast, and he grins.

"Look at that," he says, "ready for me."

My pulse races--his thick head teases my clit, circling slow, dripping with promise. He drags it along my slit, nudging my letterbox, stretching me open bit by bit--shit, it's hypnotic, a trance I'm lost in.

"You're not used to this," he mutters.

I laugh, cautious, smirking as I push back, unconscious, craving that girth. My pussy's wetter than ever, gleaming--every twist of his tip pulls a shiver, a moan. Then--BOOM--he's in, that massive prick slamming deep, filling me whole. My daydream shatters--reality hits, hot and hard, Joe's beast stretching me wide, warmth flooding every inch.

"Fuck," I gasp, "it's everything."

His balls slap heavy as he thrusts. My love for my man glows--his trust, his sweet face--he's why this works, why Joe's heat feels so damn good.

"I'm grinning inside," I think, "he's filling me with warmth and dick, and I'm alive, every nerve singing as Joe owns me."

I'm his for now.

"I'm going to enjoy this to the fullest," I decide.

Lisa's POV: Part II

The night's a thick, buzzing haze--Joe's upstairs, probably pounding Danielle into next week, that fat, veiny beast of his owning her tight little pussy while I'm out here, sipping wine at the bar outside, grinning like a goddamn Cheshire cat. Her man's sprawled on the couch downstairs--out cold, blissfully clueless, dreaming away while his wife's getting wrecked. Fuck, I love this--him down there, oblivious, while Joe's thick shaft stretches her wide, balls slapping heavy, her screams muffled by the walls. I giggle, picturing it--poor bastard doesn't even know his little hottie is mine and Joe's tonight, a prize we're splitting wide open. I slip inside, skirt swishing, tits perky under this top--there he is, flopped on the couch, breathing slow, that little sad dick of his probably soft as jelly. I feel a twinge--pity, sure, for him and Danielle. She's a stunner--skinny, sharp cheekbones, those big, beautiful eyes--and he's got love in spades, clear as day, but fuck, he can't fill her, not fully. That tiny twig's no match--never was, never will be. It's like Sarah and Tom--sweet, steady, but probably no sparks, no sensual flame licking between 'em. I see it, the gap--Danielle's got a fire he can't stoke, just like Sarah's flicker's dead with Tom. Time for some fun--I saunter over, he's still laying there, smirking, and trail my fingers up his leg--slow, teasing, nails grazing denim. He doesn't stir--dead to the world. I slide higher, cup his crotch--nothing, limp as fuck.

"Still out, huh?" I mutter, grinning--let's wake this sucker up.

I shake him, firm but playful, and he groans, eyes fluttering.

"Up we go, handsome," I purr, pulling him off the couch--he stumbles, dazed, and I grab his ass, firm and cheeky, guiding him upstairs.

We pass her room--Danielle's moans spill out, raw and loud, Joe's beast slamming her senseless.

"Don't mind that sound," I tease, loud and bright, "that's not something you could ever whip up."

He blinks, foggy--poor fuck doesn't catch it. Leave that to my Luke from now on, I think, smirking--his massive unit'd do her better than this cuck ever could. We hit the spare room--I nudge him in, hands sliding over his shirt, peeling it off slow, loving and sly. Pants drop, then his boxers--there it is, that little prick from the campfire, soft and shy. He's too smashed to remember shit tomorrow--perfect.

"Well now," I murmur, kneeling close--my face hovers inches from it, eyes drinking it in.

Fuck, the campfire light hid this--it's a beaut, small but fine as hell. Pale, creamy skin, soft like a baby's--haha, babydick!--smooth and tender, not a flaw in sight. That little cap rolled up neat, a tiny pink crown, delicate but proud--cute as fuck, dangling there with those shy balls tucked close, barely a handful but completely shaven.

"Shit," I grin, "it's a pretty little thing, glowing in the dim room, way nicer up close than that flickering glow showed."

I lean in, breath hot--give that small head a soft lick, tongue teasing the tip slow and gentle. Nothing--still out, huh? I smirk, undeterred--pop one little ball in my mouth, sucking soft, rolling it like a treat--then the other, plopping 'em in one by one, lips tight and warm. Joe's huge sack wouldn't fit, but his I take both balls in and suck them like a pacifier. A groan rumbles--fuck yeah, he's stirring. I suck harder, gentle but firm--those shy nuts twitch, and his hips shift, half-awake.

"Come on, little guy," I coo, voice low--my tongue flicks back to that small little head, swirling wet, pulling it stiff.

He groans louder--pathetic, but fuck, it's adorable--rising slow, barely a mouthful. I bob fast--wet and messy, slurping loud--Lisa's game now, not his. My pussy's dripping from Joe's fucking noises next door, but this is my treat. He's hard for me, a small, sweet spike--then he snaps, cumming quick, a weak spurt hitting my tongue, warm and faint.

"Poor twig didn't last ten seconds," I laugh, swallowing. "Sleep tight, handsome."

I wipe my mouth--let's see what Joe and Danielle are up to.

Joe's POV: Part II

Boom--my fat, veiny cock slams into Danielle, thick as a fucking wrist, pulsing hot, balls slapping heavy against her soaked slit--she's sprawled beneath me, gasping wild, taking every goddamn inch. Shit, she's a fucking knockout--skinny as hell, C-cups heaving, sharp cheekbones flushed, those big, soft eyes staring up like I'm her king. How's this stunner handling my monster when her man's stuck with that tiny little thing? I'm floored--her pussy's tight, gripping me like a vice, and I'm tearing her open, stretching her wider than that twig's ever dreamed.

"Fuck, Danielle," I growl, voice rough, "you're too damn pretty for this."

She's a prize, face so gorgeous it stops you dead, body carved like a wet dream. I thrust hard, balls swinging, and she moans--God, she's taking it, a champ with my meaty stick when her guy's got nothing. That little dick--hardly a handful, balls shy and high--no match for this beast.

"She's got a big-ass dildo stashed, I bet," I think, "slamming it deep when he's gone, training for bulls like me."

Smart girl--knows what she craves.

"Been prepping for this, huh?" I rumble, smirking--her man's a sucker, a clueless fucker.

Had I a little one like his, I'd never let her loose--lock this beauty up tight. Too afraid to lose my precious. His loss, my win--she's dripping, legs spread wide for me.

"You're his or mine?" I grunt, slamming deeper.

She screams, "Yours!" dazed, and I laugh.

Poor bastard--probably jerking that twig, probably not even fully hard with the intake of this evening. Her tits bounce--perfect, nipples stiff as I grab 'em hard, squeezing 'til she gasps.

"These are fucking gold," I growl, licking--her pussy clenches, wetter, and I'm lost in her glow.

Lisa's gonna love this--my queen gets off on me owning bitches like her. I thrust wild, filling her--Danielle's mine tonight, screaming my name, and fuck, it's good. I yank her up, rough as hell--flip her over, ass high, that tight pussy gaping for more.

"Time to fuck you proper," I snarl, slamming my beast back in--doggy style, deep and nasty, balls smacking her clit like a fucking drum.

She's a mess--screaming, dripping, that gorgeous ass jiggling as I pound her raw. My hands grip her hips, tearing into her--fuck, she's tight, stretched wide, taking it like a slut built for this. I lean in, sweat dripping, and slap that perfect ass--hard, leaving a red mark--she yelps, pussy clenching tighter, soaking my cock.

"Take it, you filthy bitch," I growl, thrusting deeper--my thick shaft splits her open, balls swinging heavy, smacking her swollen clit 'til she's trembling.

Her moans turn feral--body shaking, ass bouncing wild as I ram her harder. I grab her hair, yank it back--fuck, she's a vision, spine arched, tits swaying free.

"Scream for me," I grunt, pounding relentless--her pussy's a sopping wreck, juices dripping down her thighs, slicking my balls.

She's lost, gasping--then she snaps, grabs my balls, I can't hold it.

"Cum for me," she screams, "cummm 'Mendez!'"

She's screaming his name as she comes, pussy clamping my dick like a fucking vice, pulsing hard, soaking me in her flood. Spraying her with everything I have, she's fully loaded now--her ass jiggles one last time--red, raw, perfect--and I thrust deep one last time, owning every goddamn inch of her.

"I'll be your Mendez, babe," I say.

Luke's POV: Part II

Five days later, and fuck, this sauna's a goddamn eyeful--steam curling off Hannah's D-cups, her yoga ass glistening like a wet dream, beads of sweat tracing that tight curve I've slammed five times a week. Lisa's sprawled across, a vision--tits high and perky under a slipping towel, legs parted just enough to flash those killer thighs, her 40-something glow hitting like a punch. Hannah's got my cock in hand--long, smooth, tip leaking slick under her slow grip--and Lisa's watching, smirking, eyes raking me like she's starving. My rod's rock-hard, meaty and pulsing, balls tight and full, glistening in the heat--shit, it's a sight, framed by these two goddesses. Lisa's a fucking masterpiece--curves carved perfect, face sharp and sultry, that flirty spark from that night still blazing. And Joe--her man--what a bull! His permission's got her here, lounging with me and Hannah, steam kissing her skin, and I'm floored. That dude's got a dick bigger and thicker than mine--fat, veiny, a beast swinging heavy with balls like goddamn melons--and he's cool with this? Respect. Mine's long, sleek, a juicy rod with a plump crown and tight gems, but Joe's monster's next level--makes me look like a runner-up. Him letting Lisa play, knowing she's drooling over me--takes a cock and confidence I can't touch. Her affection's all over me--those dark eyes linger, her tongue flicks her lip when I flex, and I'm charmed as hell. She's into me, obvious as fuck--leans in close, towel slipping, tits brushing the air like a tease.

"Goddamn, Lisa," I grin, voice low, "you're killing me."

Hannah pumps harder, smirking--Lisa giggles, and fuck, I'm in heaven. Lucky me--these women love pussy-on-pussy action, my favorite show.

"Hannah's grinding Lisa in my head already," I think, "D-cups smashing Lisa's rack, legs tangled, wet and wild."

I'd watch 'til I'm bursting--two hot bitches scissoring, my cock begging to join. Joe's cool with it--Lisa's his queen, and I'm the lucky fucker soaking it in.

Sarah's POV: Part II

The next day, sunlight sneaks through the curtains, soft and warm on my face. I'm home, sprawled in bed--Tom's side empty, his quiet snores gone. My head's heavy, a dull ache from last night's chaos. The hall, Luke's hug--God, that throbbing length nudging my navel--still pulses in my mind, sharper now than the lineup's blur. I roll over, sheets cool against my skin, and my breath catches. What's this heat? My fingers drift, grazing my stomach, lingering where his warmth pressed me. That thick, long cock--silken, firm--sears through me, a memory too vivid to shake. I'm not wild--that's not me, I'm not that girl. Tom's steady rhythm, once a week, was enough--his sturdy span sliding in, quick and done. I never minded. But Luke... his eyes twinkling, that steady voice humming low.

"I saw you staring," he'd said.

My skin flushes--a soft ache blooms low, deeper than before.

"Could I really?" I wonder.

My mind slips--I'm there, on my knees like Hannah, lips brushing that plump tip, tasting its heat.

"Never did I give that to Tom," I think, "never thought about it, not like this."

Vividly arousing me even.

"Dicks are dirty," I'd always thought, "that's Sarah!"

But these thoughts--where do I even come up with them? Another jolt, my mind races.

"Would it stretch me," I muse, "fill me like Tom never did?"

I see him over me, strong arms pinning, thrusting slow, then hard--my place tingling sharp, wetter with every thought.

"God," I gasp, soft, alone, "I want it, want him inside, his firm balls swaying as he takes me."

Guilt stabs--Tom's laugh, our chess nights, his gentle hands. I can't hurt him--he's my safe harbor. Oh, Tom--his sweet hugs, that shy smile I adore, but God, his drive's a whisper, a flicker that fades fast. Months since I've felt that spark, since I've come with him--his quick huff and roll-off leave me empty, staring at the ceiling. But yet, he's just my soulmate.

"I'm just too scared to act," I tell myself, curling tighter under the blanket.

My phone's cluttered with unread messages--I grab it, scrolling through the noise, and there he is: Luke. A friend request accepted, forgotten in last night's haze. Luke.

"Hey, still awake?" his message glows, sent hours ago when I was out cold.

My pulse races--when did I send that request? Right after he said it, his hug still warm?

"Oh, Sarah..." I murmur, trembling--his words echo, tempting, dangerous.

Tom's face flashes--stop this, he'd hate it. But that length, thick and silken, nudges my thoughts again, a jolt racing to my clit.

"I want to write back," I think, "see him, feel him--God, just once."

My fingers hover, then slip under the sheet, brushing my thigh, grazing my place--wet, alive. A quick touch, a shiver--oh oh, girl, where are you heading? I pull back, breath shaky, the wish burning more and more desperate, secret, quiet. Tom's my heart--do I dare? I don't know. I type, hesitant, then send.

"I just woke up ;)" I write.

Tom's POV: Part II

The next day, at home, after Sarah's collapse. The drive back was quiet--Sarah asleep against the window, her breathing soft, familiar. At home, I tuck her into bed, but sleep won't come. I still see it: Luke's long, smooth cock in Hannah's hands, Sarah's eyes lingering--too long. Last night, in that hallway, I heard him.

"He doesn't have to know," he'd said.

Her sigh, that hungry tremble--it cuts.

"I half-knew already," I think.

During that game, her gaze on Luke's body, the flush when Joe and he showed off. My rod's fine--sturdy, broad at the tip--but nothing special. She's become special. Men stare, I see it on trips, sailing. Last night was different--she nearly broke. I say nothing, just analyze. She's my everything--chess nights, her laugh when we win. But what if I'm not enough? My laptop hums, WhatsApp still open from last night. I scroll, distracted, but her phone lights up beside me--a ping. I don't look. Not yet. My heart pounds--sailing usually calms me, not now.

"What does she want?" I wonder. "What do I want?"

I feel something new--fear, yes, but also a heat, deep, strange--seeing her with him, that cock... it lingers. I push it away, but it grows--she mumbles in her sleep.

"Luke..." she breathes.

I freeze.

"Has this already started?" I think.

Your POV: Part II

I blink awake--head's foggy, sun's high, clock says 10:00. Smell of fresh bread wafts up, oven humming below--fuck, what a place, Joe and Lisa are goddamn treasures. Gorgeous house, killer car collection, garden stretching forever, that insane outdoor bar, and shit, the campfire--my gut lurches. It hits me slow--I whip around, heart skipping--there's Danielle, curled up, sleeping soft, my sweet tease. What the fuck happened? Fragments flicker--I'm climbing stairs, Lisa's grip tight on me, moans echoing--then nothing, blank, I must've crashed. I scratch my balls--wait, no boxers? Weird as hell. I slide closer to Danielle, nestling my soft little dick between her round, perfect small cheeks--she moans, presses back, rocking slow. My prick stirs, stiffens--I nudge it against her slit--damn, she's soaked, dripping wet--then it slams me: FUCK, plan B. She fucked Joe. That's not her--it's his cum, his fucking "manly juice" leaking out. My stomach flips--almost puke--but shit, I'm hard, raging, my little guy throbbing like mad.

"Is this real?" I think. "I'm tapping out--no! Can't stop it--love and jealousy crashing wild."

"Daan," I rasp, voice shaking, "I can't wait--tell me everything."

She rolls over, smiles tender--kisses me soft, lips wet with a naughty tang, red wine and something else.

"Shhh, baby," she purrs, "all in due time. Lick me clean first, while I'll take another nap."

Her laugh's a tease.

"Cumming already, babe?" she giggles--and fuck, she's right.

While she grabs my balls, I spurt, rope after rope coats her stomach. My little dick's rock-solid, pulsing for her, for this fine young lady I love so much. She giggles some more.

"More to clean, babe," she says--I crawl down and start lapping.

Part 9: Aftermath (tot "our new start")

Danielle's POV

We're home--finally, after that wild blur at Joe and Lisa's, the car ride a quiet hum with your hand tight on mine, my thighs still trembling from Joe's relentless pounding. It's late afternoon, sunlight slanting through our blinds, and you're sitting there on the couch, eyes wide, waiting--like you've been waiting since that campfire lit up every dirty corner of us. I drop my bag, kick off my heels, and climb onto your lap, straddling you slowly, my dress riding up, pussy still slick with his cum under my panties.

"Ready, baby?" I purr, kissing your neck, tasting your sweat, my voice thick with what I've been dying to spill.

"I've got everything to tell you--every filthy second," I say.

You nod, breath hitching, and I dive in--fuck, where do I start?

"After you crashed out on that bed," I say, fingers tracing your chest, "Joe took me upstairs--hours, baby, hours of him slamming that fat, veiny beast into me. Thick as hell, balls swinging heavy, stretching me wide 'til I screamed."

I grin, feeling you stiffen under me--your little dick twitching already.

"We started on the bed--me on my back, legs spread, him pinning me down, that pulsing shaft filling my pussy 'til I couldn't breathe," I continue. "Then doggy--his thumb up my ass, slapping my cheeks red, my tits bouncing wild. I lost count--three, four, five times he came inside me, hot and thick, spilling out, dripping down my thighs, my ass, everywhere."

Your eyes darken--jealousy, lust, love--and I lean closer, lips brushing your ear.

"Lisa came in--fuck, she's a riot," I whisper. "She begged to join, stripped naked, those perky tits bouncing as she climbed on the bed. She filmed it--my idea, all for you, hun. Her phone caught everything--Joe flipping me over, pounding my pussy, my ass, my mouth while I moaned his name, Lisa zooming in on that big cock splitting me open, his balls slapping loud, cum leaking from every hole he fucked."

I giggle, grinding slowly against you.

"He's a goddamn factory--those heavy hangers kept pumping out more, spraying my face, my tits, my pussy--over and over, like he'd never stop," I say. "Tallied up to eight, maybe nine loads--hours of him owning me."

I slide off, grab my phone, and pull up the file--Lisa sent it this morning, titled "For Your Pretty Little Thing," her little wink to that night she tasted you.

"Wanna see?" I tease, hitting play.

The screen flares--there I am, sprawled naked, Joe's hulking frame over me, his thick shaft gleaming as it slams my pussy, Lisa's voice off-camera.

"Fuck her harder, Joe--give her what he can't!" she commands.

You're transfixed--your little cock strains, and I unzip you, stroking softly.

"Look," I whisper, "there's him taking my cunt--hours, baby, stretching me wide, cum dripping out. Lisa's zooming in--see his balls? So full, unloading in me again."

You groan, and I grin--fuck, this is us now.

Your POV

We're home, and Danielle's on me--straddling my lap, her dress hiked up, that naughty tang on her lips as she spills it all, her night with Joe crashing over me like a goddamn wave. My head's spinning--10:00 this morning, I woke up to bread and her soaked slit, Lisa's grip still a ghost on my skin from dragging me upstairs, and now she's unloading every detail, her voice husky, thighs trembling against me.

"Hours," she says, "Joe fucked me for hours--his fat cock stretching me, balls slapping, filling me up 'til I screamed."

My little dick's rock-hard already--shit, I'm throbbing, jealousy burning hot, love pulling harder. She paints it vivid--him pinning her, slamming that thick, veiny beast into her pussy, then flipping her for doggy, thumb in her ass, her tits bouncing wild.

"Three, four, five times he came inside me," she purrs, grinding slowly, "hot, thick, dripping out--eight, maybe nine by the end."

I'm losing it--picturing that monster shaft owning her, those heavy balls unloading, my sweet tease wrecked. Then Lisa--fuck, Lisa?--joining in, filming it all on Danielle's request, a special for me.

"Every hole," she says, "Joe took 'em all--pussy, ass, mouth--Lisa caught it, directing him to fuck me harder."

My breath catches--my wife, my love, turned into their star, Lisa's "Pretty Little Thing" tease echoing from that night she sucked me off. She grabs her phone, pulls up the video--"For Your Pretty Little Thing," Lisa's title, her nod to tasting my little prick--and hits play. The screen lights up--Danielle, naked, sprawled, Joe's hulking frame slamming into her, that fat cock gleaming, balls swinging heavy as he pounds her pussy.

"Harder, Joe--give her what he can't!" Lisa's voice cuts in.

Danielle's moaning, "Joe, fuck, yes!"

I'm glued--my prick pulses, and she unzips me, stroking softly.

"See him take my pussy?" she whispers. "Hours, baby--cum dripping everywhere."

Joe flips her, rams her ass, Lisa zooms in--those swollen balls pumping out rope after rope, splattering her face, her tits, filling her up 'til she's a mess.

"He kept going," she says, "like a fucking factory--spraying me full."

I groan--jealousy twists, but fuck, I'm hard, loving her more, craving this wild Danielle. We watch--Lisa's directing.

"Fuck her mouth now!" she orders.

Joe does, his thick shaft choking her, cum spilling down her chin. My hand joins hers, stroking faster.

"You love it, huh?" she giggles.

I do, fuck, I do. The film ends, Joe's ninth load coating her stomach.

"Perfect for her Pretty Little Thing!" Lisa laughs.

Danielle climbs back on me, kissing deeply.

"That's us, babe--our new start," she says.