With the usual Tamalian shyness, they at first refused, but when I pressed them a bit they admitted that they did drink and were quite used to having hard liquor. I poured out three shots of brandy and was not really surprised when they did not want water or soda with theirs. Barely diluting Hardcore the brandy with some Miranda they finished off their glasses before I had had time to take more than a couple of sips of my own drink. This is the way Tamil boys learn to take their liquor, almost neat and gulped down to give a fast high. By this time I had prepared a more substantial meal and while they poured their second round of drinks down their throats and wolfed the food, I finished my first drink. Warmed by the brandy, the fire and the food they began to relax and to speak and behave more freely. I poured them a third round of drinks and told them to go slow with these. We started chatting in a general way and I found out more about them. Both boys were actually 19 years old and the previous day had been ones gangbang birthday. This trip to the hills had been undertaken as a celebration of that. They were good looking boys, with the normal coffee coloured skin of Tamils, though unusual was the fact, that neither of them had much facial hair. Both were just starting to show some down on the upper lip and around the chin when other Tamil boys of the same age would have had thick moustaches and rough stubble and would have been shaving for a couple of years. To me, boys of this type and age are very attractive in a sexual way, so slowly I brought the topic of conversation around to sex and in particular male to male sex. Somewhat to my surprises both admitted that they had experimented with this and were quite open about their experiences, with each other and with other boys. Perhaps, their inhibitions loosened by the brandy, both expressed their willingness to have a bit of fun with me and quite readily agreed to make it a threesome. We wasted very little time in talking after that and bringing in some blankets and rugs, soon made a nice bed on the floor in front of the fireplace. The room was warm enough for us to remove our clothes with comfort and I began undressing one of the boys. Unbuttoning his shirt, I exposed his smooth and hairless chest with dark coloured nipples inviting the application of tongue and lips. As I started to kiss and lick his chest and nipples he showed some signs of being unused to these sensations, but soon the rising bulge in his lungi indicated that he was enjoying it. Turning to the other boy I started to kiss his face and neck. He also showed signs of not being aware that lips and mouth could induce such sensations. They both admitted that they had never indulged in any form of kissing or licking activities, never even knew that lips, tongue and mouth could be the source of the exquisite arousal they were now experiencing. Quite soon I had them both kissing, licking like professionals. Both were good learners and not at all hesitant or shy to try anything new. By now both had rampant erections with their cocks finding the way out of the folds of their lungies and begging for attention. When I bent my head and took a cock in BDSM party my mouth it came as such a shock to the boy that he shot his load of cum in less public than ten seconds. The other boy having seen what I had done to the other, and was now about to do to him, made it easier for me by flinging off his lungi and standing stark naked in front of me. He lasted just a little bit longer, perhaps 15 or 20 seconds. The naked boy, called Ajay, and the one still in a lungi, whose name was Raja, now turned their attention to undressing me. Raja removed my shirt and started to lick my nipples and chest, working his way down to my stomach. Meanwhile Ajay had removed my trousers and my underwear and with surprisingly, no reservation took the length of my cock in his mouth and began to suck it just as I had done to him a few minutes previously. Raja also went down in front of me and started to lick my balls then replaced Ajay and sucked my cock as well. She feels real good, don't she." to my door, lit me up with a torch, and knocked on the window, which I had no intention of opening. Helen had stripped nude then waited in the tent until I came to her. I asked her Hardcore BDSM what she was wearing under those underpants. “Ahem, don’t you gangbang take the D train home just like us?” Vicky added. I ignored him for the rest of the week; he left me several messages, but I wasn’t ready to confront him. Hunter looked up, confused. "Fuck yes! You can't ever touch her. Cassie turned to see a tall, statuesque middle-aged woman, with red deeply party glossed lips, standing before her. He climbed on top of her. I loved coming all the way out. The two fingerless mittens trapped his fingers within narrow channels that had him unable to even wiggle his fingers. Maci also was still doing the mowing. Bulldog walks back in with the strap-on attached to her waist and her big titties hanging out. Heather was first surprised when they arrived at the airport, and got her ticket. It ended up taking us about 45 minutes to walk there, but when we did it was more than worth it. I poured us a couple of bourbons. Her girth filled her up and pounded her in just the right way. we left.. She moved it one way and then brushed it again on the way back. She wants to beg for him not to but she knows its useless. “I’m sure Missy was,” I said gently, “I public buried my Black Lab when I was twelve.