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(Note from the author. This story is based on a true experience. All names and places have been changed and any similarity is strictly coincidental. There is more to the story if I get some positive feed back. Enjoy.)

Just after my 18th birthday my family moved to a small farm in the middle of nowhere in early spring. I’d led an extremely sheltered life, forbidden to discuss sex, let alone experiment with it. It was not much of a problem at that time because I had few friends and none of them female. Let’s just say that I was extremely naive. The closest I’d come to getting intimate was the pictures from the magazines that I jacked off to. I’d always been a very sexual person and it was not unusual at all for me to jack off two or three times a day if given the opportunity.

About two months after moving there, one of the local farmers stopped by and asked if I needed some work. He told me I would have to work hard to build up my 130 pound skinny body.

He told me to show up at 6 the next morning which I did. At first, I was just moving stuff in a wheelbarrow but then I helped clean out the barn. I was working in jeans with my shirt off when he came over and smiled at me. His big hand wrapped around my arm as he squeezed it. ” You are too skinny David. I will help you get big muscles.

We worked side by side most of the time, or at the very least in the same area. He was fair, though a hard driving boss and he expected a days work for a days pay. We were sitting on a log one day at the edge of the hay field when he felt my arm. He shook his head. “Work harder, David, do more lifting.” I nodded, knowing that although my arms were getting much stronger, I had a long way to go. It was the first time he had really touched me and the warmth of his hand felt good on my arm.

He liked the way I worked and one hot day he took me to his favorite place. We pulled up under a stand of butternut trees along the bank of the Brandywine and he jumped out of the truck, telling me to follow him. By the time I caught up with him, he was stripped down to his briefs and those were on their way down.

His body was amazing. Not body builder amazing but hard and lean. When his cock slipped out of his shorts I almost choked. It was nearly nine inches and thick. It made my puny six inch cock look stupid. It had to be at least two inches around compared to my just barely inch and a half. He asked if I was going swimming, indicating a wide area in the stream. Without waiting for my reply, he jumped in and swam from one end of the area to the other and back again, then climbed out. I finally cleared my head and began stripping. When I bent to pull off my briefs, I noticed that he had been watching me the whole time. I hurried through the strip and jumped into the water as the cold liquid pulled my nuts into my body and my cock disappeared. I yelled and scrambled out while he laughed at me. As he walked back to the bank, I noticed that his cock was now erect and it looked even bigger. We swam for a few minutes, then returned to the work of putting up some new fences.

Things started getting interesting about a month later.

The day was hot and muggy and we’d started at six in the morning. By eleven I was tired and soaked with sweat, my hair was matted to my head. We were repairing fences near the swimming hole when suddenly he stopped and wiped his forehead with his bandana that he always carried in his back pocket.

:”Enough work for today,” he declared. “We swim now.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. By the time I got to the swimming hole, my tee shirt was off and my jeans were ready to drop. I stripped and jumped into the water, then climbed up the ladder that I had salvaged from an old grain truck. Nailed to what was left of an old tree, was a wooden box with a sheet of rubber pornhub over it to keep it dry. In the box, he kept a box that held sunburn cream and first aid cream, skin lotion, and some unmarked tubes. In another part of the box he had a coffee can that held soap and shampoo, and a wash cloth and a sponge were wrapped in a mesh bag that was hanging from the bottom of the box so they could dry between sessions of swimming.

I grabbed the soap and sponge and proceeded to scrub the sand and dirt from my body, paying special attention to my cock and ass. I suddenly realized that he was naked and was just sitting on his shirt which was spread out over the sand bed we put there so we didn’t have to sit on the dirt and grass. I wondered how long he’d been there and then I saw cum on the end of his cock as he held it in his hand. No big deal. Like I said, I do it all the time so why shouldn’t he? I jumped back in the water and swam upstream and floated down. I guess I’d done that five or six times when I saw some movement and looked up just as he came again. The head of his circumcised cock was dark purple with the white cum still bubbling from the end. He jumped into the water, climbed out and indicated he wanted to use my soap. I nodded and threw it to him, then watched as he scrubbed himself. He took a long time on his cock and ass before jumping in to rinse off, then climb out again.

That was all I could think about when I got home, thinking about his hand milking the fluid from the end of that magnificent cock. It was enough for me to jack off thinking about it and again when I was lying in bed. Gently fondling my cock until it wouldn’t be denied and I wound up whipping it into a frenzy.

After that, when we went to the swimming hole, we would frequently swim together for a couple of laps and then he’d go sit down and bring himself off as he watched me. My arms and legs were getting quite muscular and my body was toned and tanned by then.

We were replacing a gate one day that one of the bulls had mangled when he called a break. We each had a thermos of his wife’s lemonade. He called her momma all the time. I’d begun doing it too and she like it when I did. Leaning against the old walnut tree nearby, we sipped our lemonade in silence for a few minutes.

“David do you masturbate?” he asked. I almost choked on my lemonade. Where did that come from?

“Yeah, some,” I replied

“How much?” he asked

“I don’t understand,” I replied

“How often?”

I hesitated. “I guess 8,10, maybe 12 times a week.”

He laughed. “You will wear it out, David.”

I shrugged. “I just like the way it feels,” I said. “Especially just before…you know.”

“Yes, I do,” he said. “It is a great feeling.”

“Yeah. It’s kind of like it hurts for a few seconds and my ass feels funny just before it happens.”

He grinned, but didn’t reply.

Suddenly, he stood and headed back for the gate and I rose to follow. Several hours later, the gate was repaired and working like new. We threw the tools into the pick-up and headed for the swimming hole, anxious to get rid of the dust and dirt, and equally anxious to feel the cool water on our naked bodies. We stripped our clothes off and jumped in. I felt newly energized as soon as the cold water hit me.

After cleaning up and swimming for a few minutes, we spread our clothes out on the sand and sat down to let the sun dry us. “David,” he said, ” I love to masturbate too. Would it bother you if we did it together? I’d like to watch you.” It wouldn’t be the first time someone had watched me masturbate but it was some kids before, not an adult, and definitely not an adult with a nine inch cock.

“I guess not,” I replied. Leaning against the log bench we had put there, his cock now stood porno 92 erect and I watched as he wrapped his hand around it and began moving up and down over it. He’d spit on the head and stroke some, and repeat it several times. I sat down and followed his lead, amazed at how hard my cock was. A few minutes later, he reached over to grasp my thigh. I didn’t resist or pull away…I didn’t want to. The next thing I knew my hand was pushed away and he had my cock in his hand, moving over it. I groaned at his touch as he slid up and down my shaft. So firm, yet not painfully so. I’d never allowed anyone to do that before although, as I admitted, I had masturbated with another friend. I reached over, anxious to know how his would feel in my hand. It throbbed with life as I slid over him. He reminded me to spit on the head because he was cut and I wasn’t. I did it and moved over the purple head slowly, coming over the top of the slit each time. Once my hand was moving, he had me fondle his balls while I jacked him off. His hand was so big that he could cup my balls and play with them while his finger slid under my ass to push against me there. I couldn’t reach his hole until he slid down to take my other hand under his ass to finger the hole I found. We were both groaning as we began to come and when he did, he sprayed all over me. I didn’t have that much volume but I got his stomach. He reached over and took come from both of us and sucked it off his fingers, then got some more and held it out to me. I didn’t want to do it be his pushed his fingers into my lips and I tasted another man’s cum for the first time in my life.

His finger was still pushing against my ass and I didn’t mind. Don’t even ask why not because I don’t know. But then he raised me up with those strong arms and the finger was pushed in. It kept going deeper and deeper until his knuckle was pressing against me. He lifted me to my knees and began pumping it into me and I felt my cock begin to harden again. He fondled my balls with the other hand for a while and then I felt him spit on my ass hole and soon I felt a second finger being forced into me. It hurt and I yelled but I didn’t want him to stop. When they were all the way in, movements began again. I was being stretched but instead of complaining, I moaned in pleasure.

When he lifted me off the ground, I knew what was going to happen and I think in the back of my mind I wanted it to happen. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. I shook my head but didn’t reply as I was biting my lip. When I felt him against me, I has second thoughts and yelled that it was too big but the knob popped into me. It hurt like hell and I let him know. I’m surprised that the world didn’t hear me yell. I called him a name and told him to stop. He did but after a few seconds, he pushed through the inner sphincter and stopped, then went further into me and stopped again. I could feel my body begin to stretch as he moved deeper into my rectum and when he was about halfway in, he paused, then began pumping into me, going deeper with each stroke. It felt like my guts were being shoved into my chest and when he rammed the last little bit in I felt like I was going to be sick for some reason. I felt like he was a foot into my bowels his last stroke pushing his pubic hairs into my ass cheeks. He slipped it almost out and pushed in, not fast, but steady until I once again had a moment of almost nausea. His strokes then became more insistent, more aggressive. His animal like grunts told me he was going to come and with a series of fast and deep strokes, I could feel his cock swell and pulse as he filled my bowels with his seed. He kept going until finally he began to pull it out. He wiped it with his bandana and then wiped my tender ass too. I didn’t move for a few minutes, feeling him still qiqitv porno in me as my rectum adjusted to his absence. He rolled me over and went down on me, taking my cock all the way into his throat and in a few minutes, I was filling his throat with some of my own seed.

Neither of us said anything until we had jumped into the water. The cool liquid was welcome on my somewhat irritated ass. Then he came up behind me and pulled me against him. “You are so tight,” he said.”Did you enjoy it?” I smiled and admitted I had. A few minutes later I felt his erection against my leg and the next thing I knew, he lifted me almost out of the water and lowered me down onto his cock once more, thrusting rapidly into me as I groaned. He didn’t slow until I felt him swell and knew I was getting whatever he had left from the first time.

He said it was time to go and we said little on the way to the house. Every time we hit a bump I felt him inside of me and I enjoyed it. He had some chores to do when we got there so I headed in to mark my time card. Momma was standing at the counter, working on something she was baking. I marked my hours and started to leave.

“David,” she said, “wait. I have some ice cold lemonade and fresh gingersnap cookies for you.”

I couldn’t tell her that I was feeling very guilty all of a sudden as she sat the lemonade down with a plate of cookies.

“Was this your first time with Poppa?” she asked. How did she know? “I know these things,” she advised. “You walked different and you didn’t want me to see you leave. “.

“You knew what he did to me?” I guess I should have said with me but I didn’t.

“He told me that he wanted you a long time ago,” she said, “but he does not realize how big he is and how small that little bum is.”

“I don’t understand Momma. If you know he does this, why don’t you stop him or at least warn me?”

“David, I didn’t know he was going to do it to you but he has done it with others. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it but he is always gentle and doesn’t force himself on anyone. He’s always seduced his victims if you want to call them that. Are you sorry that you let him?”

“I don’t think so. I kind of think I wanted it in a way. He’s so big though. I didn’t think I was big enough to take it inside.”

“He told me that when he watched you undress and when you masturbated, he had to do it too and he has been talking of nothing other than taking you for a couple of weeks now.”

“Has he, I mean does he, I mean…”

“Yes David, he has and he does and sometimes it hurts.”

“Then I don’t understand why you don’t say no.” I replied.

“You are too young to understand, David. Some day you will.”

I sat there with my lemonade, thinking to myself about my experience, my cock reminding me of the pleasure I’d received and how I enjoyed it. “Momma, am I gay? I mean does what we did mean I’m gay?”

“Not necessarily,” she replied. “You are a very sexual person David, I knew that right away just by the way you stare at my body when you are here. Have you noticed that when you are here, I leave some buttons open at the top of my dress?”

I smiled and admitted that I had indeed noticed and appreciated it as well.

“You may be what they call bisexual David. That means you just enjoy sex no matter if it is with a man or a woman.”

“I’ve never really been with a woman, Momma,” I admitted. “Shirley and I used to fool around a little but I was afraid my parents would find out and they would have kicked me out. They’re very strict.”

“It’s because they love you, David and they want to protect you from making the wrong decisions.”

I got up and grabbed my shirt from the chair. “I’ve got to get home.”

She was smiling as I walked by, then she grabbed me and hugged me to her chest. “It’s all right, David,” she said. “No matter whether you are gay or bisexual, it doesn’t change who you are inside. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I walked out of the house and felt like a new man as I walked through the field and over to my house.

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It was Thanksgiving break. Being so far from home, though, Emily thought that it wouldn’t be worth the expense and decided to stay in her off-campus apartment. Her roommate, however, had already left that morning. Emily wouldn’t be spending the weekend, alone, though. Her best friend was in a similar situation, so she decided that she would spend the weekend at Emily’s apartment.

As if thinking of her friend had conjured her up, there was a knock at the door. Emily pulled her shoulder-length brown hair up into a pony tail as she went to answer. Her face lit up when she opened the door.

“Jennie!” she shouted as she helped her friend with her duffel bag. Jennie walked in wearing a heavy dark blue coat despite the unusually warm weather.

“Girl, that was the longest train ride ever!” she exclaimed, dropping her coat on the couch in the living room. “It was worth it, though,” she amended with a smile. Now only wearing a white turtle neck she squealed and came over to hug her best friend.

“How are you?!” she asked with a tight squeeze. Emily smiled and hugged her back.

“I’ve been good. I spent the morning cleaning up and making the place look nice.” Jennie looked around at the apartment for the first time. The living room was sparsely furnished with only a couch, coffee table and television. It was clean, however, and plenty of natural light streamed into the room from the three large windows on the opposite side.

“Wow! It looks realllly nice.”

“Thanks. Let me show you the rest of the place.” Emily gave Jennie a tour of the small bathroom and bedroom. Jennie nodded with approval at everything she masaj porno saw. Jennie was tired from her trip, so Emily decided to let her friend have a shower and a nap while she started on dinner.

“I’m just making some rice with chicken and some salad.”

“What’s for dessert?” Jennie asked as she walked to the bathroom with a towel.

“Lots and lots of alcohol!” Jennie laughed.

Emily hadn’t been kidding. After a light meal that night, both girls sat in their pajamas in the living room, watching a DVD and surrounded by bottles of beer and flavored rum. They were beyond drunk and could barely make sense of what they were saying. Emily stood, swaying heavily as she cleared the empty bottles.

“Come here, Emily,” Jennie slurred softly and gently patted the light blue carpeting next to her. Emily obliged, half falling onto the floor. Jennie placed a cushion in Emily’s lap and placed her head on it. Emily leaned back against the couch and made an effort to concentrate on the movie. Unconsciously, she began to run her fingers through Jennie’s silky dark hair. At the same time, Jennie started to caress Emily’s slender smooth legs and sighed. Emily thought nothing of it and rested her head on her hand. Jennie was always this way when she was drunk.

After a few minutes, however, Jennie’s hand traveled higher until it reached the edge of the pillow and Emily’s upper thigh. She sighed Emily’s name and struggled to sit up. Without a word, her mouth fell onto Emily’s in a closed mouth kiss. Somewhere in the back of her mind Emily remembered Jennie saying that she kissed better than most öğretmen porno of her boyfriends. Emily irrationally thought that she should prove just how much better she was and deepened the kiss. Jennie almost protested, then let Emily’s small tongue slide in. For balance, Jennie grabbed the sides of Emily’s head, but they still slid back until Emily was on top and they two girls were making out passionately on the floor.

Jennie ended the kissing abruptly.

“Help me take my shirt off,” she said, and Emily sat up, pulling the thin tank top over her friend’s head. Jennie’s breasts were small, but perky, and one of two areas that weren’t tan. Tossing the shirt aside, Emily then removed her own. Her breasts were much larger than her friends at a C, and Jennie grabbed one in each hand, caressing them. Emily lowered her head to suckle on Jennie’s tight nipple. Jennie sighed some more and Emily’s curiosity got the better of her. She had seen Jennie naked before, but she’d never touched her. Jennie wore only a flimsy black thong and that quickly followed her shorts to the floor.

“What are you doing, Emily?” Jennie asked sleepily.

“I’m going to lick your pussy,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“You have to play with it, first,” Jennie instructed with a giggle. Emily smiled and ran her index finger up her friend’s shaven pussy and pressed it against her clit. Jennie’s legs fell open and her dark eyes closed slowly. Emily took the invitation and dipped a finger in her friends pussy to continue playing with the clit. Jennie was right she wasn’t quite wet enough. Emily wet her fingers oral porno in her mouth instead before moving her friend’s clit back and forth. Jennie started to moan and buck her hips.

“Lick it now. Lick my pussy,” she half begged. Emily obliged, collapsing between her friend’s legs. This is crazy, Emily thought, before putting the tip of her tongue between Jennie’s lips for her first taste of pussy. As she became more confidant, her strokes became more forceful. Jennie grabbed the back of her friend’s head to move it forcefully up and down her wet pussy. Emily’s face became soaked and a little sticky, but she didn’t care. Jennie was tossing her head back and forth and breathing harshly.

“Fuck,” she gasped as Emily pushed two fingers into her friend’s cunt, “fuckfuckfuckfuck…” she kept repeating the word as if Emily would stop pounding her with her fingers if she didn’t. Emily was beginning to get tired, but she was enjoying the thought that was she getting her best friend off. Jennie’s breathing became very harsh. Between breaths she gasped, “I’m coming! Oh shit, I’m coming!”Because of all the alcohol Emily had consumed, it was hard to keep going, but she licked and sucked at her friend’s pussy and kept pumping two or three fingers inside until Jennie cried out and a stream of girl cum flowed out of her. Emily stopped moving her mouth, her own breathing coming out in tired gasps, but her fingers easily kept moving in and out until Jennie collapsed on the floor. Her breathing started to return to normal and Emily removed her hand to go lay down next to her friend.

Jennie sleepily grabbed Emily’s head and brought it down for a quick peck. Emily knew that was the first time Jennie had had an orgasm, and she strangely felt some satisfaction that she’d been the one to give it to her. Feeling sleepy, herself, she lay her head down and drifted off, but not before she remembered the vibrator she kept hidden in her room.

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Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 22

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Chapter 22.

In which our hero enjoys an afternoon delight.

It is Sunday afternoon and the last lap of the race has just started. Two of my teammates are behind me and we are in the lead group of twenty or so. Our sprinter is the last in line. My job is to keep us near but not at the front until we are within the last mile before the finish line. My legs are beyond burning as the pace of the race has been brutal. But we have a chance to win if we can stay with this group for this last lap. My legs feel numb, but there are still seven miles to go in the race, and then six, and five. Finally we are on the last mile and the real race begins. The other teams and riders weave back and forth with clear gaps in front of me opening and closing. My objective now is to accelerate through a gap so that the sprinter can be launched with a clear path to the finish line. But it must be the correct gap. Choose too early and we will be overtaken by others, too late and the sprinter won’t be able to accelerate fast enough to reach the line for the win. So I bide my time, allowing gaps to open and close, my two teammates locked on my wheel, trusting me implicitly. All I can see are male hips in front of me, all working frantically to pump on pedals. I wait until I judge the distance to the line at two hundred yards and give it everything I have, accelerating through a gap that has opened. We break free and I continue for another fifty yards when I pull off out of the way. My two teammates rocket by me and my job is over; I can coast to the finish, completely spent from the effort. It is impossible to see who actually wins in the confusion of weaving bikes and straining riders. But eventually I see a familiar jersey with arms raised high in a victory salute and know that we have won. Later over a beer we reprise the race, each of us contributing our perspective. I love my teammates and the sport of bicycle racing. It is great fun when we win and less fun when we do not. But it is always fun. And how else can one enjoy so much fun while at the same time enduring so much painful effort.

I finally get home, shower, have some food, and take a desperately needed nap. I expect Thad to arrive around six and so a well-deserved refresh is in order. As always after a tiring ride and some food, I quickly and easily fall asleep. I am fortunate today in that I am not plagued by leg cramps and I sleep soundly for two hours. I waken, groggy from the sleep and the effort, and hungry again. In my late twenties I have retained a skeletal bicycle racing physique, due principally to the calories burned and the starvation diet, both necessary to maintain the power to weight of elite riders. So my hunger is quenched by a chocolate flavored coffee and some fruit and the anticipation of what is to come tonight, several hours alone with Thad the magnificent, eighteen years old and tirelessly erect and full.

Thad arrives a few minutes early and we greet warmly. I am finishing my coffee and fruit and I describe my day and the bicycle race. My companion is interested and asks questions about the details of bicycle racing. He then tells me about his big game the day before. Alas they lost, Thad playing wide receiver and having little to do with the outcome, much to his dismay. But he is philosophical about both his role and the relative skills of his team. And of course he will soon leave behind high school with no expectation of a college sports career. I suggest that he consider taking up bicycle riding as both an excellent exercise and something that he may enjoy. We discuss the requirements in general terms and I offer my assistance in a getting started effort.

Soon enough I finish my refreshment and we have the evening before us. There is no point in coquetry and so I suggest that we retire to bed. Thad ascents immediately and as he turns, I see that my invitation is precisely what he had in mind, his arousal more than evident. We move to the bedroom and both of us undress. There is nothing that either of us has not seen and so this proceeds with little awkwardness. But each time I see him I am struck that he is even more breathtakingly beautiful than I remembered. And the current vision does not disappoint. I see that he is aroused as he undresses, more or less without embarrassment, and as he stands there in front of me fully erect I am almost speechless with admiration and desire. We are on opposite sides of the bed looking at each other and without words, we enter the bed together. This occasion and the leisure of several hours mean that there is no fear of an early completion spoiling the fun. In fact, my entire objective is to enjoy him to the fullest, and on this occasion that means his departure with completely empty balls.

We embrace with mutual erections between us, each stabbing the other in the belly. We spend some time touching, stroking, and caressing of limbs and hips. By more or less unspoken agreement, the cocks are off limits for the moment although clearly not forgotten as his probing against me makes his interest all too porno clear and my own remains in a similar state of arousal. The touching and cuddling do much to evaporate any tension or awkwardness and soon enough we both arrive at a state of relaxation. We are both hard and our cocks touch more than occasionally as we lay together. I reach my hand down can gather both of the organs, squeezing them together. The touch of my cock on his is electrifying and I clench as we rub. I feel Thad stiffen and jerk as the two cocks rub together. It is sublime to lie here like this with our two cocks rubbing together, my shaft rubbing on top of his, his on top of mine, and rolling them around each other. I glance at Thad and find him staring down at our cocks, mesmerized by the sight. And to be sure the vision and the sensation of the two cocks rubbing together is electrifying.

Thad moves his hand to our two cocks and displaces mine. He squeezes the cocks together and I thrust my hips, fucking my cock against his. He brings his other hand down and wraps both around our two cocks. We both thrust our hips, our cocks held in place by his hands, rubbing together. We both begin to lubricate and leak and as the juice gets smeared over our organs, the sensations become voluptuous. I slide my hand under his hip and at the same time roll on my back so that he is on top of me straddling my hips. I displace his hands with my own and wrap fingers around each of the shafts. I rub the cocks together, the sweet spot on mine caressing the underside of his shaft, lubricated by our leaking juice. I feel his cock stiffen while we rub together.

And to be sure, my own stiffens as it is difficult to see how this could be more pleasurable. I rub the hard cocks back and forth across each other, holding each shaft with my fingers. I am looking down at the two cocks rubbing, my breath almost taken away at the beauty of the vision; the two cocks rock hard, jutting out from our flat bellies, his balls laying on mine. I look up at him and his eyes are closed, the look on his face one of beatific ecstasy. I press the cock shafts together more firmly and rub them together, aided by the now abundant lubrication. Thad begins to shake, his hips trembling. I look up at him and his face is twitching, his approaching climax more than apparent. I tell him to tell me when he is going to cum, and at the same time, I rub our cocks together harder and faster. I look up at him and see the muscles in his face and neck working, the pleasure of all of this fully upon him. He is straddling my hips and so we are in close contact. I can feel him shaking with pleasure. His hips tremble and I hear him gasp that he is going to shoot. And at that instant I feel his organ give a great lurch and I see a blast of semen burst out of the tip of his cock and fly up in the air. The semen lands on my face and hair and my chest. This is followed immediately by a second powerful burst of semen. This also splashes on my face and chest. And then a third and fourth and fifth, each diminishing only very slightly in volume and force and each splashing on my face and chest. I wrap my hand around his cock shaft and pump vigorously on it to which Thad responds with a series of oh, oh, oh. Through the semen blotting my eyes, I watch his cock as I pump on it with my hand, a small puddle of semen forming on my belly under the head of his cock. Eventually his ejaculation ends and I am covered with his cum from my hips to the head of the bed.

I look up at him and his face is twitching in the aftermath of his great climax. To be sure, it was spectacular to watch, his beautiful organ spewing out powerful bursts of semen in great spasms. I reach up and wipe the semen out of my eyes. I press his cock against my belly and rub it in the semen on my skin. He murmurs in pleasure as I press down hard on the shaft, squeezing the last of the semen and pleasure from his organ. Eventually his shaking fully subsides and he rolls off of me, lying next to me on the bed on his side. I look down and see his full but no longer rigid organ pulsing. He is breathing hard from the great effort, the huge climax clearly taking a toll. I reach for a towel and attempt some measure of cleanup, wiping off the deposits of semen from my hair, face, chest, my hands, and my own cock, still firm and covered in his juice. I roll over on my side and face him. We embrace warmly and entangle arms and legs to increase body contact. His breathing gradually slows and eventually there are great exhalations of post climax bliss.

We are both still full, he apparently never deflating although he has lost the rigidity of his pre-climax erection. And I am hard as I have not climaxed. I would have done so had the cock rubbing continued for a few more minutes. He inquires and I relate this reassuring information to him. We lay closely locked together for some time, exchanging the odd question and answer but mostly just enjoying the intimacy of the moment, a pleasant change from the non-intimacy of my usual anonymous male sex engagements. I slide my hands over japon porno his shoulders and back and his ass cheeks. I marvel again at the beauty of his body, slim but with a strong musculature subtly evident under the smooth skin. My own cock is hard and pressed against his belly. I occasionally clench against him as I am fully aroused. Eventually he pushes back a bit to provide some space between us and moves his hand down, wrapping his fingers around my cock shaft. The touch of his fingers on my organ is wonderful and I murmur in pleasure as he grips my shaft.

He rolls me onto my back and moves his head down to rest on my chest. My cock is rock hard, just in front of his face. He teases my cock with his fingertips, watching it quiver in arousal. This goes on for some time, his leg draped over mine and his head resting on my chest watching my cock and the effects of his fingers and hand caressing and stroking. He slides his hand down between my legs and grips my balls, squeezing them and rolling them in his fingers. My abandoned cock jerks in the air as I clench. I watch as he lifts his head and I feel his lips on the head of my cock. He performs a long tender kiss of his lips on the lips of the tip of my cock. I strain my hips up as he licks the very tip of my cock, parting the delicate lips of the opening, stabbing with the tip of his tongue. I groan in pleasure and I am straining my cock as hard as I can. He slides his lips over the head and the sensation of warm velvet on my cock is overwhelming.

I moan and strain my hips for more. He holds me there, the head of my cock in his mouth. I remind myself that he is eighteen and that almost certainly; this is the first time that he has had a cock in his mouth. This is all new and experimental to him. But the sensations for me are voluptuous. He slides his lips slowly up and down, mostly on the head of my cock. He has his hand holding my balls and he occasionally squeezes and rolls them in his fingers. His lips are so soft and caressing that it is absolutely maddening. I want to grab his head and fuck my cock brutally into his mouth. It takes all of my mental discipline to lay there and let him experiment and enjoy himself. But I provide unceasing encouragement by my moans and sighs of pleasure, heartfelt and sincere, and I reinforce my pleasure by increasingly urgent thrusting of my hips.

He takes his mouth off of my cock and lets me bob in the air for some minutes, watching the shaft just in front of him. Occasionally he leans forward and licks or does a brief suck on the head, and occasionally grips the shaft and pumps for a few moments. But his interest is one that I share, to watch an aroused cock of another in all its glory, to watch the pleasure expressed in the straining and clenching, to compare the reaction to one’s own organ. In short, to enjoy that elemental maleness, the hard cock in all its many manifestations.

He returns his mouth to my cock, the interval contributing only minimally to cooling off my arousal. This time he does not stop at the head of my cock, his lips continuing down the shaft until I feel friction on the head of my organ. He has most of my cock in his mouth, holding me there, letting my cock soak in a paradise of erotic bliss. I am slowly straining my hips upward and as I do so, he moves his head up and down in rhythm, holding my rock hard cock in his mouth. He puts his hand back on my balls and squeezes, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me. I dig my heels into the bed and strain as his hand lazily caresses and teases my balls. I want more than anything in the world to cum in his mouth, and I would do so if he applied just a bit more pressure on the shaft of my cock. We remain there for a long time with my cock soaking in his mouth, his caressing of my balls continuing. I begin moaning in a mix of pleasure and despair, wanting desperately to climax. I feel his lips slide up the shaft of my cock and the sensation is voluptuously pleasurable. Before he can withdraw completely off of my cock, I begin thrusting my hips, frantic to reach a climax. My hips are trembling and my taut belly shaking with pent up desire. I gasp out a heartfelt plea that he let me cum, and thrust my hips in wild abandon. I feel his lips press on my shaft just below the head. The sensation of pleasure erupts into a wild surging joyous crescendo of ecstasy and I burst my ejaculation into his mouth with a loud roaring groan. I cum and cum, squirt after gut wrenching squirt as my climax goes on in a tidal wave of pleasure, my semen filling his mouth.

We remain there for long minutes, me on my back, completely spent from the intensity of my climax in his mouth. And he content to repose on my cock as it slowly deflates after my eruption in his mouth. I move my hand down and caress his head, my breathing slowly returning to normal. Eventually he withdraws and slides his head up to mine. We look at each other and I realize that his mouth is full of my cum. It occurs to me that he does not know quite what to do, spit it out, swallow, or something lezbiyen porno else. I reach my hand out and press the palm on his cheek, drawing him to me. He does so, looking at me until our lips touch. We kiss, just touching at first, but then more fully and I part his lips with my tongue. I hear him moan as my tongue enters his mouth and I taste the semen, my semen, my cum in his mouth. We kiss voluptuously and at length, the semen flowing back and forth between us, both of us swallowing. And then it is over and we both lay back, both of us enjoying the post-climax moment. I hear him say that that was incredible, and I realize that I have shepherded a novice into the world of fellow travelers. I reach out and squeeze his hand in recognition and reassure him that it was indeed incredible.

We have something to drink and a pee and after a bit, we return to the bed. I have some porn films and we agree to watch one. The monitor is mounted on the wall at the end of the bed and I start the film and sit up in bed, leaning back against the headboard. I have Thad sit in front of me between my parted legs, his back pressing on my chest. I reach around him and press him back against me as we watch the film. It is a gay porn film and the performers are attractive, well endowed, and very hard. We watch a thrilling 69 act and it is only a minute before Thad has returned to a state of rigidity that more than equals the performers on the screen. This is precisely what I had in mind and I reach around him and stroke and caress his wonderful cock.

I wrap my fingers around the shaft and slowly pump up and down on it. As he has climaxed once, I feel some freedom in handling his organ without fear of a premature completion. I caress his inner thighs and his belly, mesmerized by the duality of the beautiful smooth skin with the firm musculature beneath. Of course his cock is no less captivating; long and smooth with the beautiful mushroom shaped head. I tease my fingertips over the head of his cock, stroking the sweet spot, teasing it again and again before wrapping my hand around the shaft. I squeeze the shaft gently and then more firmly before pumping up and down on it. It is electrifying to watch his cock, rock hard, jutting up from his hard flat belly. While I caress and stroke his cock, I move my other hand from caressing his belly and slide it under his balls, gently lifting and squeezing them in the palm of my hand. I find myself caught between the dual ambitions of playing with his organs and bringing his pleasure to the point of watching him ejaculate again.

We continue watching the film as I play with my companion, at leisure to explore and enjoy his lovely body. He emits the occasional murmur of pleasure and his cock stiffens and clenches with increasing frequency. The film evolves to the cock sucking pair engaging in a frantic fucking, one of the pair on his knees and the other riding him with great energy and enthusiasm, both sets of balls flying and slapping as the coupling continues. The fellow on the bottom is vigorously pumping his hard cock and as Thad and I watch, he comes to a frenetic climax, his semen jetting out of his cock while all the while his partner continues the energetic driving of his cock into the welcoming asshole. We watch the semen stream out of the cock while the fellow’s asshole is being hammered, and Thad, with a great sigh, observes that that is so lovely. And indeed it is.

I continue pumping on Thad’s cock, now with more energy. He is rock hard in my hand. I want to suck on his cock but I think I will have the opportunity to do that at my leisure later. For now, it is lovely to fondle and caress this wonderful organ. And I want to watch him ejaculate again, watch as he comes to a huge spurting climax, and watch the semen jet out in front of him. Both from my manipulation of his organs and aided by the stimulation of the films, I conclude that that outcome is not long in arriving. He is rock hard in my hand and I can feel him shaking. I have him enclosed between my thighs with my arms wrapped around him. I am pumping on his cock, now fully aroused and leaking juice. I use this as lubricant and smear it over the head of his cock. Each time I do this, I receive a heartfelt moan of pleasure from him. He is rocking his hips and I conclude that his climax is just a moment or two away. I press his organ between my fingertips and alternate rolling the shaft and pumping, rolling and pumping, rolling and pumping with my fingers on the shaft. I feel him lean back against me, his entire body trembling. I whisper into his ear that I want him to do it, to squirt for me, that I want to watch his cock shoot his cum. He groans, his hips rock and tremble violently and then a great gasp from him. I wrap my hand around the shaft below the head and begin pumping hard and fast. This continues for just a few seconds and be cums, great jets of semen bursting out of the end of his cock. The semen flies through the air and lands on the towel under us. I continue pumping on his shaft and he spews out four and then five and then six jets of cum. I squeeze his cock shaft in my hand and slowly pump, the last of his ejaculation forming a small pool under the head of his cock. He leans back into me sighing in pleasure, his body only slowly subsiding from the intensity of his shattering climax.

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Defiance Ch. 15

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It had been a miserable morning that had steadily progressed into a wretched evening. Tate was already sporting a blooming bruise on his cheek where he had been violently struck down. He had since pressed himself in a far corner of the room and was desperately trying to remain unnoticed. He had hoped the princling would drink himself into unconsciousness, but the young man seemed to only grow angrier instead of tired.

When the Lady Phatilia made an impromptu visit everyone in the prince’s chambers fell deathly silent. The timing could not have been worse and Tate was not the only one cringing away from the prince’s fiancé.

Christian took one look at the young woman and openly sneered. “How fortunate!” He boomed, his voice slurred and dripping with disdain. “My darling wife to be has graced us with her presence.” He stood up and performed a sloppy bow. His eyes travelled up and down the length of her petite frame, taking in the skin-tight sapphire gown and towering snowy hair. “You look beautiful tonight Phatilia.” He said, the tone turning the words into an insult.

She really did look startlingly beautiful and Tate felt a bizarre pang of sorrow when he saw the hurt and confusion cross her delicate features. “You’re majesty had been absent from the court of late.” She said smoothly, the pain skilfully hidden in her voice. “I had missed your presence.” She took a short step forward but seemed to visibly stop herself from going to him. Her confusion bloomed. “Are you well Christian?”

“I’m perfect Phatilia.” Christian said nastily, taking an unsteady step and spilling his wine as he made a sweeping gesture towards Tate. “Just look what I have to amuse me in my rooms. With such a beauty why would I leave to spend time in the hall with you?” He crossed the distance to Tate and grabbed the smaller man around the waste. The halfling had a moment to think Christian couldn’t possibly be doing something so incredibly foolish before he was being bent almost in half.

Tate struggled, he couldn’t help himself. Christian had never even kissed him before his servants and now the damned fool was exhibiting himself before his betrothed. A tongue forced its way down his throat and the half-blood began to struggle in earnest. He heard a horrified cry and then he was released so suddenly that he fell hard to the ground. He had a moment to see the look of humiliation on Phatilia’s face before the devastated woman fled from the room. Christian watched her go, the glee on his face slowly giving way to realisation of what he had just done before his staff and future wife. Items starting sailing through the air and Tate scuttled away from him on his back. At first the prince threw them at random but after a moment he began flinging his possessions directly at his startled staff. The poor fools were too well trained to run away. Tate watched in horror as a young page was struck in the temple by a glass vase. It shattered on impact and the boy crumpled without a sound.

Silence reigned for a few breaths before Christian started screaming. “Out!” he cried, giving the unmoving boy a solid kick to the leg. “All of you get out!”

A few brave servants picked the lad up and dragged him out. A pool of blood followed and Tate was reminded of the soldier the prince had once killed for kicking him. There had been no enquiry into the soldier’s death and as far as the halfling was aware he had never been mentioned again. He wondered if the same fate would befall the page boy.

Tate had wedged himself back into his corner during the princes fit. He crossed his arms and dropped his eyes and prayed that Christian would leave him alone. Though he dearly wished to depart with everyone else he knew the prince would not permit him to go. There were a few moment of heaved breath and then a hand slapped hard against the wall beside Tate’s head. From below his lashes the halfling watched the prince’s heaving chest rise and fall.

“They all think they can judge me.” He snarled, reaching out his free hand to fondle Tate’s hair. “I can see the look in their eyes. They don’t think I’m worthy of being their king. I hear their gossiping, they think I don’t but hear them but I always do.” His gentle caress became painfully tight “They’ll regret their words soon enough. Soon they won’t have any other choice but to accept me. Soon I’ll be all they have.”

“You’ll make a good king Christian.” Tate said, feeling sickened by his own simpering compliance. The hand in his hair loosened slightly. “Everyone worships you.”

“They think me mad.” Christian mumbled, leaning into Tate and forcing his leg between the Halfling’s clenched thighs. “You do too.”

“I live to serve you.” He whispered as he coiled in on himself. He was about to be hurt, he was very sure of it, the only question was just how badly. He could see a dagger on the prince’s belt and almost grabbed it in desperation when he heard a knock at the prince’s inner doors.

Christian pushed himself away from arap porno Tate and impatiently pulled open the door, clearly expecting some foolish guard or servant. Richard stood there, perhaps the only man that Christian would not rage against. The prince visibly calmed at the site of him and ushered the captain inside. “Is it done?” He asked immediately, with some nervousness.

Richard didn’t answer immediately. His eyes fixed on Tate and the suspicion there was obvious. “My prince-“

“I know of your mistrust of my squire Richard.” Christian interrupted viciously. “You have spoken of it often enough that you should be equally aware how I tire of hearing it. Tate is mine and he will not speak out of term.” When Christian turned to look at him the halfling instantly dropped his eyes. He felt the other mans gaze on his for a long moment. “Now tell me captain, is it done?”

“I have acquired a vile of foxbane my prince. The apothecary assured me that the content is tasteless and odourless and will be impossible to detect in food or drink.” His eyes flickered momentarily over the half-blood before his face became blank of emotion “As you commanded my liege, the apothecary has been disposed of.”

Christian closed his eyes tightly for a moment before mouthing a single, undetectable work. “So be it.” He eventually whispered aloud. He seemed to take stock of his ruined room then and looked surprised to find his belonging strewn around the floor. He looked at Tate and his expression softened. “Tate, fetch servants to clean this mess. We’ll eat in the main hall today.” He turned to Richard and clasped the older man on the shoulder. “You have done well my friend. You’ll be well rewarded for your service to me.”

“Thank you my prince.” Richard said, bowing his head deeply. As he rose back up a huge grin spread across his poisonous face. “Or should I say, my king?”

Tate hadn’t meant to, he had no idea what possessed him to react at all, but at the sound of Richards words he gagged. The prince and Richard looked up sharply at the sound of the noise and Tate flinched back in horror.

“Have you something to say Tate?” Richard asked, his expression sly as his eyes latched onto the half-blood.

“No,” Tate said quickly. “Nothing.”

“The thought of me as your king makes you sick?” Christian asked, his tone absurdly hurt.

“Christian please, I swear it doesn’t.” The hurt was rapidly fading as the prince began to advance on him. The look on his face was clear, he was about to do Tate harm. He couldn’t quite grasp his own idiocy as he started to backpedal and felt a sudden rush of anger. “What do you expect?” He cried. “In the name of the gods, you’re plotting to murder your own father!”

Christian’s skin whitened as he drew himself to his full height. “You dare to talk to me this way?” He demanded, bearing down on Tate with clear fury.

“Do I dare?” Tate spat, edging away as the prince advanced. “You would kill your own father, Christian. Why? He will give you everything you want it time. You only need wait. Don’t you see what you’re doing is wrong?”

“He is a fool, too old to rule and too dim to realise It.” the princes hand shot out and caught Tate by his shirtfront. His drunken eyes shone with self-importance. “The old man will die and by doing so I will make this country strong again. I am doing this for my people.”

“You are doing this for yourself. You are insane.” Tate whispered.

“I am doing what needs to be done to keep our people strong.” Christian snarled as he twisted his hand in Tate’s shirt. “Get out.” He said, without bothering to check if Richard has done as commanded. His hand lashed out, striking Tate fiercely with a backhanded blow that sent the smaller man stumbling to his knees. The already prominent pain in the Halfling’s cheek rose to a sickening intensity and Tate cursed himself and his treacherous mouth. “And you, beautiful one, should know better than to speak to me in this manner.” He reached down towards the half-blood and caught a fist full of Tate’s hair. He dragged the older man back to his feet and jerked his head back. Tate let out a quiet grunt of pain and repressed the urge to scream as the princes lips pressed against his neck. “You’ll be punished for your disrespect.” He whispered harshly. “But more than that, you’ll be punished for your lack of belief in me. I will be king soon you silly little trinket, and as my first act as a king I’ll see to it that you will learn to never question me again.”

*******

Lamidor paused as he spied a brawny young man staring heatedly at the group of solider stood opposite him on the street. Tall, broad shouldered with thick honey brown hair and skin that was just slightly too dark to be pure northern, the man’s hair was cut in the short northern style and his clothes were as grey and nondescript as anyone else’s on the street. He was different though and anyone who cared to study him closely enough would bedava porno be able to see that.

The tracker approached causally and lent against a wall beside the young man. Two sharp blue eyes looked hostilely back at him and Lamidor offered a casual smile. “You don’t mind a bit of company do you my friend? I could do with a rest after the day I’ve had.”

“There’s room enough elsewhere.” The man said, his tone as unfriendly as his eyes. His accent was clearly not local.

“True enough, but if I were to move on I wouldn’t be in such pleasurable company.” He turned around until he was fully looking at the other man. “You’ve a familiar face.” He said conversationally as he thoughtfully studied his nails. “I wasn’t sure it was you at first, I’d caught so little sight of you before and you’ve changed yourself much from that day.” He looked up suddenly and stared hard into the young man’s startled gaze. “I’m certain now though that you’re the one I’m looking for. Tell me something tinker, have you heard of the kings half-blooded whore?”

A look of shock and then the tinker bolted. The tracker watched him impassively, knowing he wouldn’t get far from before a number of the strategically placed soldiers caught him. The tinker put up a dismal fight against the soldiers, who quickly had him down and subdued. His hands were tied behind his back and he was dragged roughly to his feet.

“Come my friend.” Lamidor said jovially, beyond pleased with his success as the tinker continued his fruitless struggles. “You’ve got an appointment with our future king.”

****

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Tate mumbled as he fell into step beside Tanis.

The young prince started violently and gave the halfling an incredulous stare. He quickly checked to make sure that no one else was watching them before his startled expression melted into a smile. “Those are not words I ever expected you to utter Tate.”

“I need to talk with you.” the small man said, his expression intent as he steered Tanis to an open archway that lead to a currently empty corridor. The spot where his hand rested on the small of Tanis’s back tingled pleasantly, making it impossible the prince not to smile.

Tate ushered him inside a darkened room and closed the aged wooden door behind them. His amber eyes glowed eerily in the dim light streaming through dust laden windows. “The prophet was trying to tell me something before he caught whiff of Christian. I cannot stop thinking about it Tanis. I have to see him.”

“And he you.” Tanis said, keeping his voice pitched low. “He commanded that I take you to him over half a score of days ago. I wanted to Tate, I have tried to reach you but it had been impossible. With my lord father so ill and the upcoming wedding, coupled with Christian’s growing-” He hesitated as he looked away from Tate’s intense eyes. “With Christian’s growing obsession it has been difficult to catch you alone. How have you escaped his notice?”

“He’s busy, what with your father…” He trailed off wordlessly before abruptly giving his head a quick shake. “Never fear, he won’t miss me for a while. Shall we go now then?”

Tanis raised his hands appealingly. “It is impossible, I need to ensure the correct guards are posted and then I need gold to bribe them, and I’m expected on the training field. These things take time to arrange.”

“What do you suggest then?” Tate asked softly, his enthralling eyes intent as they peered up at the prince. “I never know when I’ll be able to escape the prince’s notice and you’ve no way to get word to me.” He reached out suddenly and his elegant hands latched onto Tanis’s much larger ones. “He calls to me Tanis; I need to go to him.”

“I know that feeling well.” Tanis said softly. “However, last time I gave into his compulsions I nearly got us both killed. I will not risk that again. This time we go when no one will miss us or we do not go at all.” Tate released him and stepped back. “I grow tired of being dictated to by children and mad men.” His voice, though more tired than venomous caused the prince to flinch. “Very well Tanis, I will leave you to plan and I will wait in the prince’s chambers, hoping you find a way to reach me.” His eyes rose slowly. “Until then, good day.”

Tanis did not know what caused him to react. It was the thought of Tate leaving, or perhaps it was the knowledge that they were alone and away from unseeing eyes. He reached out and pressed his lips against the startled older mans in a passionate kiss.

It was everything he had hoped it would be. Tate was soft and sweet beneath him, trembling with desire.

It wasn’t until he felt a knee force its way into his balls that sense returned. He crumpled to the floor, gulping for air as he watched Tate’s face turn cold and impassive. The small man spat at him, not even speaking before running from the room.

Tanis watched him go with such a feeling of loss that he could not catch his cüce porno breath. He fell onto his back and wished to the gods that he had more sense. What had he been thinking, how could he have attacked Tate like that with no warning. It had all happened so quickly! He had not meant to, truly he had not.

Oh gods, could it be true, was he just like Christian?

*** It was an almost nightly event that had taken place for what felt like an eternity, yet the sensation of a heaving body smothering his own never failed to ruin the shredded remains of Tate’s already broken pride. He bit his tongue to keep from calling out, clenching his hands into the silken sheets as animalistic grunts of pleasure sounded in his ear.

Cruel fingers dug painfully into the back of his neck, pinning him firmly to the mattress and further restricting his already limited freedom. Though it was case of simply gritting his teeth and bearing the feeling of the other man inside of him Tate was finding it agonisingly difficult that particular night. He had been on edge for the past few days, expecting the confirmation that the king had finally succumbed to his sickness and died. Knowing that the reason for the old man’s reportedly agonising death was now rutting inside of him was more repulsive than anything else Tate could possibly imagine.

It should have come as no surprise then when he heard the distinctive sound of men talking anxiously outside the prince’s outer chambers.

“Christian?” Tate grunted through gritted teeth. “Christian, can’t you hear?”

“Shut up.” The prince sneered beside his ear.

Though the prince seemed not to notice the noise outside he could not ignore the sudden and furious banging against his chamber door. He pulled away suddenly, snarling viciously as he climbed over Tate and let out a deafening roar. “What?”

The prince’s inner doors flew open to admit the captain of the guard and the king’s chancellor. Both men stopped short at the sight of the prince lying naked over Tate. “Dear God’s.” The chancellor boomed as his eyes fell on the halfling. “My prince, I have grave news. Please, if you could-” He gestured helplessly at Tate with flaming cheeks and abruptly looked away.

For his own part Tate was mortified. He tried to squirm out from beneath the prince’s bulk but the other man’s weight had him firmly pinned. He noticed Richard staring at him and the hunger he saw there caused his entire body to lock in revulsion. He closed his eyes abruptly and buried his face in his arms.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Christian said, very quietly and dangerously. “If you both value your lives I advise you to get out.”

“My prince,” Richard said in a strong and unafraid voice. “It’s your father.”

Christian stilled above him, tensing before abruptly and thankfully climbing off Tate and pulling on a loose pair of trousers. “Tell me.” He commanded.

The chancellor looked up at last, though he kept his gaze resolutely away from Tate. “I am most sorry my prince but your most exalted father has grievously passed away. The sickness was too strong for him to fight off.”

“Why was I not called?”

“My liege, his condition was stable and then, quite suddenly he could no longer take air. It happened so quickly that there was no time to call you.”

Tate raised his eyes to watch Christian then, wondering if the mad prince felt any sorrow for what he had done to his sire. There was perhaps some sadness there but it was quickly diminished by greed and cunning. Christian hurried to his wardrobe and began to change in haste. He dressed himself in some of his best finery before rushing to his mirror and smoothing his unkempt hair. He spared Tate a quick glance before rushing past the chancellor, issuing orders the whole time. “Ring the bells and assemble the court, have my brothers assembled. All of them. Hurry up!” He snapped at the harried chancellor. Both men left the room so suddenly that Tate found himself staring stupidly after them.

So that is it, he thought with no small amount of self-loathing. You had the chance to save a man’s life but instead you let him die a horrible death just to save your own.

And Rose’s, his conscious reminded him. And after all, wasn’t her life far more precious that an old tyrant that had killed countless innocents? But of course that meant that Christian would become king. How many lives would he destroy without the commanding presence of his father?

“Interrupt your fuck did we?” A loathsome voice demanded, making Tate jump in fright. He had been so intent on his own thought he had failed to realise that Richard had not left with the prince. He looked up with a sickening feeling as he hastily pulled a sheet to cover his nakedness. “Look at you you depraved little slut. No wonder he takes you so often, you’re all but begging for it aren’t you?”

There was something terribly alarming about the expression on Richard’s face. It almost didn’t look human. Tate edged back in the bed, refusing to lower his gaze because he was quite certain than any show of weakness would make the captain attack. “Think of what you’re about to do.” The half-blood said steadily. “Here, in the princes…in the kings own chambers. Can you imagine what he would do to you?”

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Different Kind of Sleepover

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I’ve always enjoyed my friendship with my best pal Jeremy. We became real good chums ever since we were classmates in school. Jeremy was one good-looking dude, with the cutest smile. He has a slender build, but as I watch him in gym, it was very obvious that all of his weight training worked.

We became so close that we always would rotate spending nights each other’s houses. Last weekend was his turn to stay at my house. Normally our times together were fun, but uneventful. We did the usual guy stuff. But I had such a crush on this guy I was determined to make this sleepover different than any of the others.

He had dinner with us and we spent several hours watching TV until finally it was time to head up to my bedroom. Once we got there, we did the bathroom thing and started to strip down to our jockeys. I didn’t want to be too noticeable, but out of the corner of my eye, I made sure that I watched this hunk undress. When he took off his shirt he revealed a smooth and wonderfully muscled chest. He unzipped his jeans, pulled them down and stepped out of them. I just had to take a quick peek at his crotch. I could tell he really filed those jockeys and my dick was starting to stir at the sight. I figured I better turn away quick because I didn’t want Jeremy to notice what was going on in my pants. I took off my clothes and got down to my jockeys and walked over to turn out the lights, while Jeremy climbed into his bed. I got to check out his cute, well-rounded butt that was stretching the fabric of his shorts. I just had to have this guy as my cock now became fully erect. I hurried up and got into my bed and pulled up the covers.

In the dark we talked about so many different things that were going on in both of our lives. I always loved taking to Jeremy and confiding in him and him in me, but tonight I wanted him to get to sleep, and fast. You see I had this idea in my head that once Jeremy fell asleep I could get to do some exploring. Unfortunately, Jeremy was a real motor mouth tonight and I thought he would never shut up. I waited and waited for him to fall asleep but he kept going with that excessive yacking. Finally, I said, “Jer, I am so tired, I need to go to sleep.” With that we both said good night and I rolled over, pretending to go to sleep.

I laid there for a long time just waiting for Jeremy to fall asleep, even pretended to snore a bit. Finally, after about 15 minutes, I could tell by his breathing that he finally was in dreamland. Little did he know what would be doeda in store for him. As quietly as possible I slid the covers off and sat up on the edge of my bed. I could tell by my stomach that I was really starting to get nervous about what I was about to do, but I was on a mission and it had to be completed. Even though the room was pitch black I knew my bedroom well enough to figure out where his bed was. Slowly, I eased off my bed and got down on my hands and knees on the floor. I quietly crawled over until I felt the side of the mattress on Jeremy’s bed. My dick had gotten so hard in anticipation of what I was about to do.

I moved my fingers to the top of the mattress and, being a small bed, I knew that Jeremy was not that far away. My heart was beating like crazy as I knew that the time had come. I thought to myself, “Don’t wake up, Jer, don’t wake up.” Bravely, I found the thin sheet that was covering him up. I listened carefully to his breathing. Damn, even he was cute when he did that!!! It was now time for action. I had to touch his cock. With one hand I began to slowly pull down the sheet that covered his sleeping body. I kept my other hand busy rubbing my hard dick through the cotton front of my jockeys and they were really starting to get wet. Because I was afraid I would shoot my load right then and there, I decided to stop playing with myself so that my mission wouldn’t end abruptly and be a failure.

My hand found Jeremy’s hip and it gently brushed the side of his underpants. I could tell now that he was lying on his back. I cautiously moved my hand to the top of his briefs. I could feel the warmth and smoothness of his lower stomach, as it moved up and down with his breathing. I then got the nerve to slide my hand down over the buldge in his shorts. I could now feel the outline of my best friends cock. Slowly, I moved my fingers up and down his thick shaft through his underpants. I needed to feel his naked cock so I just had to try and slip off his jockeys. If I could, I would also like to give his tip a good licking without him knowing it. I guess that would be asking too much. I continued to feel him up through his shorts, moving down to his balls and back up his shaft. All of the sudden, I notice that Jeremy’s cock was getting harder!!! Yes, he definitely was getting rock hard!!!! I quickly removed my hand.

I listened for his breathing and didn’t hear anything. I think I have now been caught. Yet Jeremy was still quiet. Maybe he is still sleeping, eş değiştirmeli porno but at this point I could have cared less, I had to feel his naked dick whether he was awake or not. I started again to explore his hard cock through the thin cotton of his underpants. I could feel the heat that it was giving off and I knew that it had reached a full erection. Was he asleep, or wasn’t he? If he was awake he certainly wasn’t doing anything to make me stop. It’s time now for phase two. I worked my way down to the bottom of his bed and pulled the sheet all the way down. I got up the nerve to lift the waistband of his jockeys and slide them down a little to reveal his naked rock hard cock. It was really throbbing as I touched it. I lightly ran my fingertips over the surface and then grasped him firmly. I slowly started pumping him up and down and his hot dick felt so good in my hands. Still, Jeremy did not say a word. I can’t believe that he could be sleeping through all this. I was really going hot and heavy, I wanted to stop because I was afraid that I would lose Jeremy’s friendship, but I was so horny and hard, I had to keep going. My pumping on his cock continued until finally I got my answer about whether Jeremy was asleep or not. I felt a hand reach the top of my head, lightly rubbing my hair and a voice whispering “Robby, suck me, please!!!!”

Needless to say I was totally startled. “You asshole” I shouted, “You are awake!”

“Yep,” said Jeremy, “and I have been awake the whole time.”

“Your hand felt so good on my dick I didn’t want you to stop.”

“So, you gonna suck me or not?”

“Oh yeah,” I said, I want to do that more than anything, but next time you will have to blow me!”

“It’s a deal,” said Jeremy. “Wait just a sec,” I said. I wanted to make sure I saw what I was doing so I got off the bed and went over to turn the light on, but dimly.

I returned to the bed and saw my gorgeous hunk of a best friend lying there with just his jockey shorts and his boner sticking up from where I had pulled them down. I removed his shorts and tossed them aside and climbed back into bed with him. Seeing his dick with the light on, it was everything I had imagined it to be and even more!!! I used both of my hands to explore his smooth body from top to bottom. I got down in between his legs and started to tongue his balls which were so large, but smooth. He quietly whispered “Oh yes, Robby, give it to me.” I continued to give genç porno his balls a great tongue job moving from one then to the other, planting wet sloppy kisses on both of them. Jeremy’s moaning continued and got louder and louder until he finally shouted “Suck me, SUCK ME!!!!! The front of my underpants were really tenting out from my hard on and they were really getting soaked with my pre cum.

A low groan came from my throat as I began to tongue the base of his cock. I began sucking the side of his prick like it was my favorite flavor lollipop. I worked my mouth to the tip of his hard rod. Jeremy was all boy, or should I say man, judging by the size of his dick. I rolled my tongue around tasting his tangy pre cum, which was the first I had ever tasted other than my own. He began to move his hips as I went up and down the head of his cock. While doing that I reached my hand under his hips to grab his ass cheeks and give them a good massage. Jeremy moaned even louder. “QUIET,” I said, we don’t want to wake up the family, do we?” I continued to suck his dick and massage his ass and I thought my cock was going to explode from the excitement.

I swallowed Jeremy’s pounding cock deeper than ever. I was really surprised that I could take so much of it down my throat. While giving my best friend my first blowjob, I could feel his cock start to pulse. Then it happened, he started to shoot his cum into my mouth, and it tasted great. He shot again, again, and AGAIN. Would this boy ever stop? It must have been days since he jacked off last because of the amount of cum I was taking in. I was really enjoying it so much I hoped he wouldn’t stop. I sucked and tongued and swallowed every blast of his sweet cream. I never wanted this to end, and I knew for sure that my hot, sexy, Jeremy didn’t. But all good things must end, unfortunately. The flow of his cum finally stopped as his prick began to soften in my mouth. Finally I shot load after load of my own cum into my already wet jockeys.

Both of us collapsed against the bed and moaned softly. I glanced at Jeremy’s body one more time. It was perfect and his soft cock was now curled to one side, probably wondering exactly what had taken place. I put my arm around Jeremy’s shoulder and drew his body close to mine. “That was fantastic, wasn’t it dude?” I said to my new lover. “Oh, yeah, I will never forget tonight,” said Jer. “Well, it’s late, we better get to bed” I said as I hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Then before leaving his bed, I grabbed Jeremy’s hand and put it on my cum soaked jockeys. “Don’t forget your promise, Jer, next time you do me”

“I’m already thinking about it, Rob, can’t wait” With that I got back up and turned out the light, went back to my bed and Jeremy laid down in his. “Nite, Rob.”

“Goodnight, Jer.”

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Dark and rainy evening, we meet in the parking lot of a closed-down bar, and follow one another, by car, into the woods of a local park. You climb into the backseat of my vehicle… only an hour to spend with one another before we each must return to our respective houses; to our husbands, who long ago decided that we were no longer the objects of their desire; the husbands from whom we keep our love affair hidden.

We immediately embrace, our lips, hungering for the soft touch that only another woman can provide; our tongues perfecting the desperate dance of secret lovers, the tango of our fleeting moments together.

You peel off your dress, and I unhook your bra, your remarkable breasts, more voluptuous than my own, spilling forth, like manna from heaven, into my awaiting fingertips. Feverishly, you reach for my breasts, as we tremble, rubbing our bountiful nipples together, the Genesis of our exquisite love making.

Our blushing areolas altyazı porno collide and we take turns tasting their sweetness, and bite playfully, guiding their fullness into each others mouths. I mount you at once, straddling your lap, grinding against your wanton pelvis. Breathless, I reach for your long, flowing red hair, pull it gently back, to reveal your supple skin, the flush of your cheeks, the ecstasy in your eyes. My tongue flicks your erect nipples as your mouth remains agape, and the passion between us climbs.

Craving more of you, I bend over, at the delta of your femininity, parting your closely shaved lips, and begin tasting your erotic button. This, what has been virginal territory to me, until tonight, ignites a familiarity within my tastebuds- an essence so much like my own. Your voice rises in pitch, your staccato melody beckoning me to further explore your inner most cavern. I insert two fingers into your amatör porno moist hole, quickly discovering the spongey surface of your internal utopia.

Following the yearning of your body language, my pace quickens, my hand slapping against your mound, as you urgently repeat “yes, oh yes.” Your primal soliloquay has become a catalyst to my arousal, wetness trickling down my thighs, begging to be mixed with your own. I beg you to guide me. I want nothing but to please you. More than anything, I want to fill you; to quench all of the thirsts that we’ve both had for so long.

Satisfied, you push me onto my back, my thigh-high fishnets and my stiletto boots splayed out before you. I feel your warm breath on my womanhood as your tongue darts in and out of my opening, massaging my engorged sweet spot in its travels. I grip the edges of the backseat as I fervently encourage you to continue. Your fingers penetrate my animasyon porno swollen walls, as I rub myself in sync with your movements inside of me. Within seconds, I erupt in a guttural response that has been known only to men and my own ears, until this evening.

Content, we collapse into one another, bittersweet last kisses given before dressing and going our separate ways. I drive home, the smell of you lingering on my fingers.

Smiling, I ponder the endless hours of loneliness and heartache, in partnership with an uninterested husband, and how the very act of acknowledging my own needs; my own worth; and doing what is right for me, for a change, has brought me to a more authentic love for myself and in relationship to other men and women.

Despite the judgement of those who would scorn my affair as selfish, those drowning in similar sorrows who have resigned themselves to a life of misery, or those who have never known the abandonment of which i speak, I am grateful to my soul for its courage- to say i will not live without passion anymore. This is me…and I am not only okay..I am whole. And I am worth it. And at last, at the vestibule of another woman, I am healed. I kissed a girl and she kissed me, and, yes, I sure did like it.

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I’ve been in this part of the Mid East for 20 years, first in the service and now as an employee of a company that contracts to the government. We work as guards and for the past 6 years we’ve been walking around carrying guns and guarding a neighborhood of bombed out houses from looters. Which is actually pretty funny. Unless someone discovers a thriving underground market for empty tin cans or broken pieces of plastic crap, there’s not much of anything worth looting left.

Like I said, the neighborhood was bombed, either by us or by them or by somebody else, I don’t even remember who. We’re the suckers stuck here until they all fight it out about who’s going to pay to rebuild. All I know is that it’s hot here, there’s sand everywhere, there’s nothing green and even the wind is so dry that it feels like its sucking the moisture out of you. Most people think of the Mid East as “The Arabian Nights”. “The Arabian Shithole” is more like it. So, I take my amusement where I can find it.

I’m the jerk who gets to train all of the new employees. There’s nothing to do except walk around the empty streets so the training usually takes about 15 minutes and then I’m stuck with them for the next two weeks. Like I said, I take my amusement.

This particular day was close to the end of a training period. I had two newbies with me.

One was a tall, thin black guy from Detroit named Flood. He was dark to start with and after two weeks in the broiling sun he’d gotten a lot darker. Plus, he’d lost weight and was totally cut now, his muscles visible moving beneath his skin.

The other new guy was his polar opposite. He was a white guy named Dixon who was from someplace like Bugfuck, Idaho. He’d gotten tan and his hair had bleached in the sun but he didn’t seem to have lost any of his farm boy physique. He looked like a piece of ripe fruit, like you could squeeze him and juice would pop out.

We were walking the streets, making another useless circuit when I heard a sound like metal clanging in one of the houses. Both Dixon and Flood looked spooked.

“It’s probably the wind but we have to check it out.” I said, just as the noise came again from a house right in front of us.

We quickly and silently went over to the house and peeked through the open door. We could hear the sound of someone moving around and see shadows from one of the inner rooms.

I motioned for the other two to raise their guns and to follow me as I crept into the house. Once inside, we could see who was there.

He was a native, about my age, dressed in one of the long caftans that they all seem to wear. He was moving pieces of battered furniture around in what looked to have once been a dining room/living room type combination. I motioned my two recruits to follow me and stepped into the room, gun trained on him.

“And what the hell do you think you’re doing?” I shouted.

The caftan guy jumped, startled, then wheeled around to where the three of us stood. When he saw us and our guns, he raised his hands and sank to his knees, all the while jabbering away in his own language.

“What’s he saying?” Flood asked.

“Put your guns down. He says that he used to live here, that this was his house and please to don’t arrest him.” I replied. The caftan guy had sunk down so that he was bowing to us, his forehead against the floor and I walked over and stood over him.

He looked up and started jabbering again and then raised himself up and started clutching at my belt and my fly. I burst out laughing.

“What’s he doing?” Dixon asked.

“He says he’ll suck our dicks if we let him go.” I replied. I pushed the top of his head so he was a foot or so away from me, looking up.

“Is that the usual?” Flood asked.

“You need to remember that the young guys here don’t get to date, some of them never even meet their bride until the wedding. They need to get off somehow, so the long standing tradition is that they take care of each other or they find an older man willing to do them. Most of them stop when they get married but it’s not unusual for some of them to keep sucking and fucking other guys.”

“There’d be a lot less nervous sheep and calves back home if we had that tradition.” Dixon said.

The caftan guy had moved back over in front of me and had started stroking my cock through my pants. I have to admit it felt pretty damned good and I was already halfway to a full fledged boner. I noticed that my two recruits suddenly had lumps in their pants, too, and Flood was caressing his own cock.

“What’s it going to be, boys?” I asked. “Turn him in or let him blow us?”

Flood and Dixon looked at each other and finally Flood said. “It would be a shame to turn him over to the troops.”

Dixon said, “It doesn’t seem fair, this being his house and all.”

“I was hoping you boys would say that.” I said. “I can’t remember the last time I had a good suck job.”

I pointed at my crotch and started to unbutton my shirt while the kneeling man undid my belt and unbuttoned xhamster porno my fly. He pulled my pants down around my ankles and I pulled my shirt back out of the way, then he slowly lowered my boxers so that my hard dick flopped out in front of his face.

If I do say so myself, I’ve got a pretty nice cock. The shaft is about seven vein covered inches long and then there’s another inch or so of fat cock head. It’s thick enough that most men’s hands can’t close all the way around it. I keep my pubes trimmed tight and I shave my balls so they look even bigger in my loose sack. All in all, most cocksuckers love my dick. This one seemed to.

He cradled my sweaty balls in one hand and wrapped the other around the base of my cock, then pressed his lips against my piss slit and let his soft lips slowly open and slide over my hot cock head. I could feel his tongue swabbing up the precum leaking out of my hole. Then, he slowly slid his lips down my shaft until my whole cock was buried in his throat and his nose was resting in my pubes. There’s nothing I like better than looking down and seeing a pair of lips stretched around my cock shaft. Unless, of course, it’s seeing an ass hole stretched the same way.

“This obviously isn’t the first cock he’s sucked.” I said to my guys.

They were both standing there watching, pants fronts tenting in front of them.

“Alright, ladies, I’m not doing a show and tell here. Get your cocks out and get over here so this cocksucker can eat his fill.” I told them.

They seemed to hesitate at first, then looked at each other and started undoing their flies. By the time they stepped toward me, there were two more big hard dicks swaying upright in the room. They each took a place at either side of me and with my cock still sliding in and out of his mouth; caftan guy reached up and wrapped a hand around each new cock.

They were some damn nice dicks, too.

Flood’s cock was at least nine inches long and seven inches around, uncut with big fat balls in a tight hairless sack against the base of his cock and so dark skinned that it was actually black. You could see the veins covering it swell and deflate with his heartbeat. He had almost no pubes; they were trimmed tight against his cock base.

But it was Dixon’s cock that I kept stealing glances at. It was around seven inches long, so snow white that you could see the blue veins snaking over his shaft under his pore less skin. His fat cock head was a pale pink, so pale that I couldn’t help wondering if it would get darker and redder as he got sucked. His hairless ball sack was as pale as his cock and cradled a definitely man sized pair of nuts.

I looked down at the three prime specimens of dick lined up and said, “This looks like a cocksucker’s dream buffet of dick meat.”

Caftan guy began alternating our cocks in his mouth, sucking one for a few minutes while stroking the other two, then trading off to suck on a new one. I kept looking down at him crouching in front of us, his caftan pooled on the floor around him. I pulled my cock out of his hand, his mouth being busy trying to swallow all of Flood’s long meat, and walked around behind him with my cock swaying in the breeze.

“I’ve always wondered what these guys wear under these night gowns.” I said, bending over and grasping the garment’s hem.

I lifted it up and over his back. Underneath, he wasn’t wearing anything.

His meaty ass was spread open from his kneeling position and I could see a forest of black hairs growing in his cleft. I couldn’t resist slapping one of the round globes of his ass and he raised his butt in response, spreading his cleft open wider so that I could see his tight little puckered hole.

“Looks like this guy wants a cock in both ends.” I said. “You guys get the rest of your clothes off.”

I lifted the caftan over the kneeling man’s head so that he was crouching nude in front of us, his sizable cock rock hard and glued against his belly.

“Judging from that hard on, I’d say our buddy is having a good time.” Dixon said.

He reached down and bent caftan guy’s cock down, then let it spring back to slap against his belly.

We were all stripping as he spoke and soon we all stood naked.

Flood’s body looked like an anatomy lesson; the musculature was so perfectly defined, shining with sweat. His long cock was so heavy that it couldn’t stand upright and swayed at a 45 degree angle in front of him.

Dixon’s body, on the other hand, looked like he’d spent his whole life eating milk and ice cream. His skin was perfectly smooth over his surprisingly well developed muscles that bespoke his life of manual farm labor. His top half had a light tan but from the waist down he was snow white. His cock had gotten even fatter from being sucked on and stood swaying in front of him, the head deep red just as I had anticipated. I felt my cock twitch and ass hole pucker just looking at him, thinking how cool his flesh would probably feel to yaşlı porno my hands and lips.

“Damn, Dixon,” I said, “I bet you put the fear of god into more than one farm animal with that thing.”

“More than one farm boy, too” he replied, grabbing his cock at the base and laughing.

Caftan guy had gone back to dick sucking and I went into the next room and looked around. As I expected, there was an old bottle of cooking oil on one of the shelves. I picked it up and went back to my recruits.

“Looks like we’re in luck.” I said. “It’s not the best lube but it will get us into his butt.”

I dribbled some of the oil between his fleshy ass cheeks, and then massaged it in. When my finger entered his tight hole, he arched his back and pressed his ass back to get more of it inside him. His ass ring was tight and hot around my finger.

“He’s a hot assed little fucker, that’s for sure. He’s so tight I’m surprised I could get my finger in.” I said. “Get him up on that table so we can work on both ends.”

They grabbed him under the arms and we arranged him on the table top so that he was lying on his back, his legs raised and tight ass hole exposed and his head hanging back off the other side, mouth open and hungry for more dick.

“Who wants first crack at his hole?” I asked.

“I’ll open him up.” Flood said. “I can’t remember the last time I had my dick in anything tighter than my fist.”

He came around the table to where I was standing and I handed him the bottle of oil. He lubed his big cock with the oil so that it looked like it was carved out of obsidian, then stepped up between the wide spread legs. I could see the tight wet hole pulsing in its nest of black hair as he positioned his wide cock head against it. He pressed forward and the tight ass ring expanded and engulfed the ebony plum. Then, inch by inch, Flood’s thick black shaft slid into his orifice.

“This is definitely not the first time this ass has been fucked.” Flood said. “He didn’t even flinch.”

“It looks to me like it’s definitely not the first time that big black anaconda has been up a boy butt, too.” I said.

“Nobody here can claim to be a virgin. I fuck it where I find it” Flood replied.

Dixon had positioned himself at the guy’s head and I felt my cock getting even harder as I watched him feed his beautiful cock into the guy’s mouth and then start skull fucking him. I stroked my cock with my oily hand and asked, “How’s it feeling, Dixon?”

“This guy can take my whole cock in his throat. I wish we’d run into him the first day and I wouldn’t have had to beat off so much.”

I was thinking that I wished that I’d known then what a gorgeous cock and ass he had. It was a shame to have wasted all of that sweet juice.

I watched his tight muscles clench as he slammed his cock in and out of the guy’s open mouth, then turned and watched the perfectly sculpted muscles under Flood’s skin bunch and release as he slid his massive cock in and out of the tight ass hole.

“How’s that hole, Flood?” Dixon asked.

“Tight and hot, just the way I like it. Don’t shoot your load down his throat; you’re going to want to fuck this.” Flood replied.

Dixon slowed his fucking of the guy’s mouth, languidly sliding his cock in and out, which for some reason I found even more stimulating. I moved up to stand beside him and watch him. As luck would have it, I caught sight of his ass as I moved beside him and instead of watching his dick I wound up watching his beautiful ass. His cheeks were snowy white and hairless, two perfect half melon shapes that tightened into hard muscle each time he thrust his cock forward. I stood looking over his shoulder, mesmerized.

Finally, I heard Dixon say in a low voice, “You like staring at my ass?”

“I’ve got to admit I do.” I said. “It looks like two scoops of ice cream. I bet it tastes just as sweet.”

“Maybe I’ll let you lick it sometime and you can find out.” Dixon replied.

While we were talking, Flood had been pounding away at caftan guy’s hole. He was jack hammering him so hard now that the whole table swayed back and forth with each thrust. Caftan guy’s eyes were rolled back in his head and his meaty cock was so hard that it stood hovering over his thin belly.

“I need to get a better look down there.” I said.

“I’m right behind you.” Dixon said. “This is hotter than a porn flick.”

We went and stood on either side of Flood and watched his huge cock slamming in and out of the guy’s reddened ass ring. It was a beautiful sight, his dark glistening cock plunging in and out of that much paler hole.

I squatted down behind the two of them so that I could look up between Flood’s legs at the action. Each time Flood drew his hips back, his thin ass cheeks opened and I could see his tiny puckered ass hole, then his enormous swinging balls and his fat black cock being swallowed up by a tight ass hole.

“Man, you’ve got to get down here and see this.” I said to Dixon.

Dixon aldatma porno got down and crouched beside me and we watched as Flood reamed the guy’s hole. I was all too conscious that Dixon’s ass was spread open beside me. I could feel the heat waves coming off of his body and I imagined how hot his ass would feel on my face. My cock was leaking precum like a faucet.

“What are you fuckers doing down there?” Flood asked, finally becoming aware of us behind him.

“We’re watching your big ass dick destroy that fuck hole.” I said.

Flood started fucking harder and faster.

“Shit, that turns me on to know you’re back there watching me fuck.” he said.

He spread his legs to give us a better view and started fucking in long strokes, pulling all but the head of his dick out and then slamming it back into the guy’s guts. His ass opened even farther each time and his tiny hole puckered each time he started to thrust forward.

“Fuck, you bastards are going to make me cum.” he said.

He slid in and out of the hole a few more times and then thrust his cock into the hole till his balls were smashed tight against the guys ass. His ass cheeks tightened and his balls contracted and he let out a long groan. We knew that caftan guy’s ass was being flooded with hot cum.

“Goddamn, that felt like it came out of my spine.” Flood gasped.

“I need some of that ass for sure.” Dixon said as we watched Flood slowly backing his half hard dick out of the clutching fuck hole.

When his cock finally slipped free, the big head still dripping pearly drops of cum, caftan’s guy’s hole gaped open for a minute before slowly furling shut.

As Flood straightened up he said, “It’s hot as a motherfucker in this country. I never thought I’d wind up somewhere that it would be too hot to fuck.”

Sweat had formed into little pools around his feet and dripped from the rest of his body. He stumbled over to a broken down sofa in the corner of the room and laid down, his legs spread so that his big cock and balls hung loose and shining between his thighs. Almost immediately, he started to snore.

Dixon and I stood up and looked at caftan guy who reached down and grasping his ass cheeks in each hand, spreading them wide so that his hole was exposed and ready to be fucked again.

“Age before beauty.” Dixon said, indicating the waiting ass hole.

“No way.” I replied. “It’s going to make my cock that much hotter watching your big dick plow his ass. I can wait.”

Dixon moved up to caftan guy’s hungry hole and placed a leg on each of his shoulders, and then poised his fat cock head at the puckered opening. Leaning forward, he slowly fed his cock into caftan guy’s ass.

“Man, this is better than any pussy I ever fucked.” Dixon said. “Hot, tight and slick and juicy with Flood’s cum.”

I moved up beside him so that I could get a prime view of his cock plunging in and out. I rested my hand at his waist and then without even thinking my hand strayed down to cup one of his gorgeous butt cheeks.

“You do have a thing for my ass, don’t you?” Dixon asked.

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” I said, moving my hand away.

“That’s exactly what you WERE doing.” Dixon replied. “Put your hand back, it turns me on to know you want my ass.”

I cupped his cheek again and felt the muscles tense and relax as he fucked the ass hole in front of him.

“So you like having your ass played with?” I said, allowing my fingers to stray into his tight crack.

“I like you playing with it, at least.” Dixon said. “I bet you know real well how to make a butt happy.”

My fingers had strayed even farther and I could feel his tightly clenched ass hole. As I fingered him, his hole relaxed and I sank my finger inside him up to my first knuckle. He started to fuck Caftan guy harder.

“You keep that up and I’m going to shoot my load before I’m ready.” Dixon said.

I knelt behind him and used both hands to spread his cheeks so that his tiny hole was exposed. It was even more beautiful than I had anticipated. Deep in his hairless crack, his puckered hole was the color of a rosebud and just as tightly furled. My cock was throbbing just looking at it.

“That looks good enough to eat.” I said.

“Any time you want it.” Dixon replied.

I got down on my knees and checked that Flood was still asleep, then softly licked my tongue up Dixon’s spread crack. When my tongue touched his hole, his whole body spasmed.

“Oh, fuck!” Dixon said. “I don’t know which feels best, your tongue or his hole.”

His hips started slamming his cock harder and deeper into caftan guy’s eager ass hole and I buried my face between his butt cheeks and glued my mouth to his hole. While he fucked, I sucked at his hole and speared my tongue in and out of him, feeling his tight ass ring clench around it. Feeling his sweaty ass cheeks on my face and inhaling his musky, sweaty scent was better than poppers. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with my face in his ass.

He didn’t last long.

“I’m cumming!” he cried. “I’m cumming!”

Caftan guy grabbed Dixon’s hips so that his cock was held fast inside him while his balls unloaded and I made sure that as much of my tongue as I could get in him was lodged up his ass hole at the same time.

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Death to Blonds Ch. 08

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What, again? Clint thought as he rolled over in the bed and encountered warm, hard flesh. His head was pounding. His ass was tingling too. Felt like a Mac truck had rammed itself up in there. He liked that feeling; seemed he spent half his life trying to open himself wide—with help, of course. He liked it better when the truck was still parked, though. And when it did a little rocking and forward and reversing in there. He rolled back toward the edge of the bed, ready to continue out onto the floor and stagger to the bathroom. A headache you wouldn’t believe. But his eyes couldn’t find the bathroom door where it should be. No, he didn’t have to piss. Must have done that in the night. So there must be a bathroom somewhere. Smelt like lust, like heavy sex. Sweat. Cum. Needed the shower.

Shit. This wasn’t even his own bedroom. Where had he gone after leaving the precinct last night? All he knew was that he’d gathered another grief yesterday to add to those he wanted to forget. It was another guilt-laden one. He’d pumped Garrison for information—using a goddam lie—and then pumped him and left him. Not long after that Garrison was dead. Was that in any part his fault? Was any part of that not his fault?

What bar had he wound up in? What sleazy hotel room? Shit, he hoped this wasn’t the Christopher Hotel. But, no, what he’d seen of the Christopher recently had been refurbished. This one obviously hadn’t been refurbished since the Hoover administration. How did they get those stains on the ceiling? Guy must have been a real gusher.

Well, it must have a bathroom. He sure hoped it did. Needed to get under a shower—and find some Tylenol. There had to be a bathroom here somewhere. First things first. Get out of the bed first.

He moved closer to the edge and began to swing his legs over the side. But a light brown arm—colored tattoos from here to there, a full sleeve of riotous color—reached over him and pulled him back into the center of the bed. No problem doing it at all either. Much bigger guy than Clint.

Hispanic, Clint thought. Tattoos. Bulging muscles. Where was there a bar featuring Hispanic motorcycle gangs? Had the fuck been good? Important questions first. Did the size of the cock go with the size of the body? Hard. Young. Prime.

“Good morning, blondie. We fuck good. We fuck again.” The voice heavily accented. Guttural. Commanding.

Without even getting a good look at him, Clint felt himself being pulled over on top of a prone, hard body, facing a pair of gigantic feet. Big hands at his waist settled him on the cock.

“Beautiful bod. You could be a star. Done porn? You fuck like you done porn.”

Yep, big body, big cock. God, he’s long, Young and hard bodied, Clint thought as he felt the cock slide up into him. No problem on the fit. How long ago since we did it? How many times? God, I wish I’d been there for it. I haven’t gotten a good look at him. Who cares, with a cock like this?

Clint’s knees were on either side of the big Hispanic’s torso, folding his thighs down to his calves. He arched his torso back, digging his fists into the mattress on either side of bulging biceps.

Well, maybe just one good-morning fuck, he thought. The cock was in deep. He knew he’d enjoy it. He began counterthrusting, moving with the thrusting of man’s cock. Groaning and grunting. Panting for it. Let’s do this!

“Knew you wanted it. Couldn’t get enough of it last night.”

Condoms. Had they done it with condoms? Were they doing it now with condoms? Were they . . .? “Oh fuck, yes. Oh, shit! Getitgetitgetit!”

The Hispanic hunk folded Clint back flat against his chest, one tattooed arm across his chest, a hand cupping his chin, holding the back of Clint’s head into the hollow of his neck. The other hand went to encircling Clint’s cock and stroking it to the rhythm of the churning of the cock inside Clint’s channel.

The hand on Clint’s cock. “Yesss! Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” Once that hand is on my cock, we gogogogo.

A hand pulling on Clint’s right calf, pulling his leg out and unfolding it. Another hand doing the same with the other leg. How many hands?

Clint’s eyes flew open. His eyes could hardly see the second man, holding his legs up and out with fists on his ankles. Hovering over Clint and the man under him. Moving his knees up on the bed on either side of the Hispanic’s closed legs and between Clint’s spread-eagled ones.

Another Hispanic. Chest a riot of colored tattoos. Black hair down to his shoulders. A bodybuilder’s torso. Young. hard bodied. Prime.

“Oh, shit, no.” Two of them. There are two of them! And the second one isn’t going to wait for a solo turn. But, god he’s got a beautiful body. It was coming back to Clint now. Big Mike’s bar. The challenge. A double. Begging to be punished with a double.

He felt the bulb of the second guy at his entrance, above the already-sunk cock of the guy under him.

“Yes. Fuck me!” Clint cried out. “Get it in there! Both of you. Do it. Now! Shiiit Yessss.”

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* * * *

Clint thought about nothing at all—gloriously about nothing at all—as he double-timed it to his apartment, showered, grabbed coffee and a bagel while he dressed—Why does raw, brutal sex with two young studs make you so hungry? he mused—and then broke the speed limits, which is hard to do in Manhattan, getting to the precinct only slightly late—or as the other detectives would happily inform him, earlier than usual.

As he was climbing the stairs he permitted himself to ask the question. Did he regret it? That the answer, “not in the slightest,” came so easily told him how much of a man slut he’d become. But just like a Mac truck ramming him up in there. Just like he liked it. And he hadn’t thought about the death of Garrison—and so many others—while he was being driven.

He didn’t go out to track down and interview the crew members of the Larnaka Star with the others. He grabbed at the duty to travel to Trenton, Maryland, after he arrived at work to hear the guys in the squad joking about how they’d tell Greg Garrison’s parents how their son gotten beaten to death by fucking with the New York mobs. Clint believed that Garrison should have been brought to justice for what he did, but not the sort of stolen justice that he came to. And he certainly didn’t think the parents deserved to be consoled with sneers.

To balance this, Clint volunteered to take the long drive to Trenton and, in giving the news, he didn’t go beyond saying that he had known Greg and known him to be a man of loyalty to those he loved. He could do this with a clear conscious, because he knew that it had been loyalty to Greg’s military friend from Afghanistan duty that had led Greg into everything else—and that he had persisted, regardless of the personal sacrifice, in bringing a sense of justice to that friend.

It had been an all-day trip. When Clint got back to the squad room, either the other detectives were still out running down Larnaka Star crew members or they were done for the day and had gone home. He sat for a while, still wondering if he’d done the right thing by deep-sixing his summary of the statement Garrison hadn’t realized he was giving to the police. Who was he to be playing God on this? He knew that a good cop—or at least one who played strictly by the book—would write it up, give it to Lieutenant Kahn, and let whatever happened happen. But his squad didn’t always play by the book. The very existence of his squad was something other than playing by the book.

But who was he kidding? After having visited with Greg’s parents, Clint knew they didn’t deserve any of the fallout that would happen if the police believed Garrison’s unwitting testimony and confession and acted accordingly.

It had been a rotten day. It had been a rotten week. Clint needed to lose himself in a total fuck. What he had gotten this morning hadn’t been enough; it hadn’t been rough enough, even with the two of them. They hadn’t punished him enough in the taking; they’d fucked for the pleasure of it—for the pleasure of all of them. They’d wanted Clint to enjoy it too—and he had. Clint felt the need to be punished, to be taken by someone thinking only of himself. Usually at these times, Danny would recognize the dark place Clint was in and would take care of him. Danny knew how to do him totally without leaving any bruises showing. But he and Danny weren’t getting along very well just now—and Danny wasn’t here.

Clint rose from his desk, left the precinct, and went to a subway station that would take him down to the docks area, to Christopher Street. He told himself that the other detectives might still be down there and that he’d join them, take report on what they’d found so far, and then join them. But his body knew better why he was going down there.

When he walked into The Dugout bar, he could see that the bartenders were moping around—just going through the motions—all affected in one way or the other by Greg Garrison’s murder. Clint had told his parents that Greg was well liked by his coworkers. From the way they were behaving tonight—the night after his body had been found—Clint felt that he had been right, even though he would have said that to Garrison’s parents regardless.

In contrast, the clientele was even more boisterous than usual. The Russian sailor and his friends were there, at a table in shadows at the back of the room. They were all keyed up. He could see the flashing in their eyes. They were louder than usual, and there were more empty beer mugs on their table than usual. They obviously were het up about something.

Clint wasn’t in the mood for preliminaries. After getting a beer at the bar, during which he sensed all eyes from that table and from several other areas of the room as well, on him, he walked directly to the Russian’s table, set his beer down, leaned üvey anne porno down, lifted the Russian’s chin so that he faced up, and took the Russian’s mouth in his in a deep kiss. One of the Russian’s arms went immediately around his waist and pulled Clint close in beside him. He cupped Clint’s package with his other hand.

Coming out of the kiss, Clint said, in a husky voice in which arousal was obvious, “We always seem to be interrupted. I don’t want you to think that it was my idea to stop you the other two times.”

“So, you want Sergey’s cock, do you?” the Russian asked in a beery voice.

“Yes, if you’re Sergey, I want Sergey’s cock. Want to go somewhere?”

“Yes. Soon. But I’m with my friends now and with my crewmates around me like this, I don’t think anyone is going to disturb us. I want a taste now; then more later. Like I did last time, but with a later this time. You want to wait?”

“No,” Clint said. “I want it now. Here. With everyone watching how good you do me.” And he did want that. Part of the thrill was that, as he walked across the room, all attention had focused on him. He was a magnate for other men. When he was in heat, all men around him were in heat. He wanted them all to watch him get fucked, for everyone in the room, including him, to feel like they were fucking him at the same time. A double wasn’t enough. He wanted it all.

Sergey had already been pulling Clint into his lap, facing the table. “Good, because I give it to whether you say yes or no.”

The Russian’s friends, including the Baltic hulk, who sat directly across from them, leaned into the table, eyes big and attentive, hands under the table on crotches, as the Russian pulled Clint’s T-shirt over his head and palmed his pecs. Clint lifted his arms and locked a fist on a wrist behind the Russian’s neck. Their lips and tongues met in a deep, wet, full-tongues kiss.

The Russian was moving his groin underneath Clint, letting him feel the rising strength of his cock. Clint had already been skewered on the cock once before, so he wasn’t surprised at the size of it. Still, he gasped and groaned.

When they came up for air from the kiss, Clint muttered, “Don’t make me wait. It’s been a rough day.”

“And you want I should take the roughness away?”

“No. I want it to be a rough fuck too.”

“A taste now. Later I fuck you as rough as you can take. Maybe more.”

The Russian growled to the man next to him, “Pants, Vlad,” and the man fumbled at Clint’s belt buckle and zipper and pulled his jeans and briefs down and off his legs. The Russian had unzipped himself too, and his hardening cock was inside Clint’s butt cleavage, the upper side of the staff rubbing across Clint’s entrance. The Russian pushed Clint’s torso down on the table top with one hand on the back of his neck, while his legs widened and spread Clint’s legs, and the Russian positioned his cock with the other hand.

“No, wait,” Clint gasped. “A condom. Protection.”

“I thought you wanted it now,” The Russian said with a guttural laugh. “OK, OK. Vlad, anyone. Rubber. Now.”

Five packets skidded across the table top between empty beer mugs from several directions.

“Want to see it in his face, Sergey,” The Baltic hulk muttered, and the Russian wrapped one arm around Clint’s neck and pulled his body up while the other hand positioned the cock head.

Then Clint was panting and groaning and whispering, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yes,” as his channel was slowly lowered on the hard, thick staff. The grimace in Clint’s face lit up the faces of the men leaning into the table. They licked their lips in arousal and moved their hands in their laps.

Clint sucked in his breath, feeling the loss, as the cock drew out of him. Then he cried out and gasped as it thrust hard and deep back up inside him.

“Rough like that?” the Russian asked.

“Rougher,” Clint said with a groan. “Punish me.”

“Want it deeper,” the Russian muttered, and the men on either side of him reached down and each grabbed one of Clint’s ankles and raised and spread his legs further. Clint grabbed the handles of the chair and began raising and lowering himself on the cock in rhythm with the Russian’s grunting and upward thrusts, his hands now on Clint’s waist, helping Clint to raise his channel up the cock and then thrusting down hard as Clint released the tension in his arms.

“You want it bad,” the Russian muttered.

“Yes, I want it bad,” Clint answered. He was screaming to himself in his mind: Harder, deeper, punish me, make me forget.

Vlad leaned over and took Clint’s cock in his mouth and sucked him off, bringing him to ejaculation not long before the Russian gave an “Ufff,” held Clint down into his groin motionless for a short minute, raised and lowered him slowly twice, and then jerked his pelvis three times.

They held there for a few minutes after the Russian had shot off.

“Is good?”

“Yes, is very good,” üvey erkek kardeş porno Clint answered with a sigh.

“Is better without rubber,” the Russian said. “You let me do it in hallway without rubber.”

“We don’t know each other that well. And I didn’t have much choice in the hallway.”

“We know each other better in a few minutes.” Then the Russian lifted Clint off of him and turned him over to Vlad, who showed every desire of continuing with Clint himself, with Clint not showing quite the same interest in him.

“Hey, I got good cock too. I can show you good time too.”

Clint didn’t respond other than to brush Vlad’s searching hands away. His eyes were following the Russian as he stood and went around the table. Clint believed the Russian could give him more of what he thought he needed.

The others at the table were still as statues, still leaning into the watching in their minds’ eyes the fucking that had gone on at the table in the shadows of the bar room. The rest of the room was more quiet than usual too. Most—the ones who hadn’t just arrived—had realized what was happening and some had tried to look on without those at the table seeing that they were interested.

The Russian reached the Baltic hulk and leaned down and whispered something to him. He straightened up then and said, “I go take piss now. Pietr here will see you not bothered.”

As soon as Sergey was through the door to the corridor to the johns, the Baltic hulk, who Clint now knew was named Pietr, rose and came around the table.

“Put pants and shirt back on now. We go.”

“Where?” Clint asked.

“We go to where Sergey fuck you good. Then maybe I fuck you good too. Maybe Sergey and me fuck you together.”

Clint shivered. He didn’t know if Pietr was saying this to frighten him, but it had the opposite effect. It’s exactly what he wanted tonight. The same the Hispanics had given him, but with cruelty. Clint was sure that the Russian and his friend would be cruel. Brunelli had been cruel. That’s way Clint had gone with him repeatedly.

The others started to rise from the table. “You stay,” Pietr commanded. “Sergey say you stay.”

Vlad reluctantly let Clint rise from his lap and then looked longingly at him as Pietr and Clint walked out of the bar.

“Where are we going?” Clint asked after they’d started walking. They were going in the direction of the docks.

“Sergey not tell me to take you—we go to the ship. I want you to see something. Sergey say he fuck you till you can fuck no more. Sergey crazy. I want to show you what Sergey wants.”

“I don’t know,” Clint said, his steps faltering.

“You want to die? If not come see what Sergey does to men he fucks. Then we call police. I have enough of Sergey’s ways. You happy I save you, then maybe you fuck with me. I fuck better than Sergey does.”

He had a steel grip on Clint’s wrist and Clint followed him, knowing where they were going.

No hands were on deck at the Larnaka Star as they walked up the gangway. Pietr led Clint down into the bowels of the vessel—down ladders, through narrow corridors, down other ladders. When Pietr pushed Clint into a small cabin down a long, dark corridor, Clint had no question that this was the killing room the detectives had found when they’d searched the ship.

There was a cot with cuffs at the four corners, blood stains on the floor, and a table with various instruments of sexual torture on it.

He had been with the Russian three times now. Three brushes with death. It had been a close thing each time.

He turned to say something to Pietr, but whatever he was going to say was knocked out of him. A fist slammed into his face and then one into his solar plexus, doubling him over. Then another upper cut to his face and he went down hard on the floor. He felt the kick in the ribs . . . and then nothing.

* * * *

Clint came around and immediately realized that he was on his belly on the cot with his wrists and ankles cuffed at the four corners. He idiotically thought that the cuffs were so tight and rough that they’d bruise. Just like this serial killer’s other victims. He was in pain everywhere along his body. The beating must have continued, Clint thought. What might be broken? Who the hell cares what’s broken? This maniac is going to kill me.

There was only one area of his body that wasn’t in the pain of a beating. It was his channel. It was filled with something more than even the Russian had. There was pain here too, but it was a glorious pain. Clint was getting a royal fucking. Pietr was straddling his hips and fucking him hard and deep, with long, deep thrusts of a thick cock. He had his hands around Clint’s neck and was choking him.

Clint couldn’t help himself—this was both his tragedy and his fetish. He was coming—prodigiously—and he knew that if he lived long enough, he’d come again and again. This was fucking. This was what sent him to heaven.

He realized that Pietr wasn’t wearing a condom. And he knew he was beyond panic when he caught him thinking about the Russian, Sergey, saying it was better without a condom—and, from what he was getting from Pietr—Clint agreed with the Russian.

Pietr pulled his cock out of him, came at his entrance, and then slammed the staff home and resumed fucking.

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Dead Heat: Forged In Fire Ch. 01

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:: Robby ::

He was going to die. He was going to die and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to save him.

I glared across the moonlight-mottled expanse of warehouse space, desperately fighting the trembles of fear that were coursing through my body and causing my .38 to waver from its shadowed target. Nothing in all the years of my police officer training and field work could have prepared me for this. But nothing could have prepared me for the love of my life, either.

“Don’t be a pussy.” I growled, angrily. ”Be a man and step out where I can see you!”

The two forms moved forward, the smaller one stumbling slightly within the taller one’s grasp. I kept my eyes focused on them, hoping against hope that I had been wrong, that it wasn’t my Mike standing before me with the silver muzzle of a .45 pressed against the side of his skull. I released a shaky breath, the blood pounding in my head as I surveyed Mike’s dirt-smudged and tear-streaked face, his eyes boring his desperation into me.

“Robby, please.” His whisper sliced through me like a hot knife. “Please. Save me.”

His words catapulted me back to our first meeting …

******

It had been a crazy night. A couple of feisty domestic disturbances, the usual assault and battery calls from the local watering hole, Vince’s, and a lost potbellied pig who’d been found wandering along Highway 40. Clark Bristow, my partner of 8 years, was silently eyeing me from his place in the passenger’s seat.

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight, Rob.”

“Nothing.” I mumbled. I did not want to start yet another conversation with him about my love life, especially when I had none. Now, I’m not a bad-looking guy, if I may say so myself. I’m 5’ 11”, weigh about 187 pounds and I have brown eyes and short dark brown hair. My dad was part Cherokee Indian and I have his coloring with my mom’s Huguenot features. I keep myself fit for my job, which means that I work out regularly and I practice tae kwon do, which keeps me limber and fluid. The problem?

I’m gay.

Yeah, make all the jokes you want about it, but the fact still remains. When I go to bed at night, I have sweet dreams of sweaty, muscled bodies, cum-filled mouths and tight assholes. I’ve endured my share of problems with other guys in the department, but they’ve learned to steer clear of me, especially after I participated in a departmental martial arts demonstration. Guess they all decided that it would be easier to leave me alone than worry about having their heads torn off.

Clark has been the only constant in my tired dance of life. He’s married with three kids and is about the coolest black guy I’ve ever met. He always reminds me of Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction but he’s much more conservative. He tapped a Salem Menthol out of its box and lit it, inhaling while still eyeing me.

“C’mon. Spill it.”

I squirmed in my seat and aimed the Ford towards the downtown area, trying to ignore him, but I knew I couldn’t. “It’s nothing, Clark. Really.”

“You lie like a rug!” He laughed, snorting out smoke. “It’s because of your birthday, isn’t it?”

“No.”

“And the fact that you’re still alone.”

“No.”

“BINGO!” He laughed again, pausing to take another drag. “You really are a rotten liar.”

The radio crackled. “72-05.”

“72-05.” Clark responded.

“A robbery in progress, 3117 Wentworth Boulevard. Repeat, robbery in progress.”

“10-4. ETA 2 minutes. Send a backup unit.”

I was already pressing the accelerator to the floor as Clark threw on the siren and lights. He checked the computer for additional information. “Says it’s one guy with a weapon. Cashier and one sex izle customer still inside.”

“Shit.” Hostage situation. I hate them. Innocent civilians break my heart when they’re caught in the line of fire.

Clark killed the siren and lights as we approached the convenience store. Bright red letters announced “Peppy Mart – Your Last Stop” and I shook my head at that. I certainly hoped that it wasn’t. I pulled the Ford up to the side, doused the lights and jumped out, pulling my revolver out of the kid lamb holster. Clark moved up behind me, his blued revolver in hand. We maneuvered our way to the front double glass doors and peeked in.

The cashier, a young girl in a smock, was pressed against the cigarette rack, her hands in the air. She stole a quick glance at us, then returned her vision to something hidden behind a metal rack of snacks. I moved out to the side and could just make out an arm, clad in denim and holding a large automatic. It took a few tense moments, but the perp finally moved into view and my heart both skipped a beat and sank at the same time.

The perp was a tall white guy, hippie-haired and evidently in need of cigarettes. He was ordering the cashier to load a plastic bag full of cartons and she kept going, visually upset. Just then, the perp caught the cashier’s furtive look and turned toward us. In his arms was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

He was well-built as evidenced by his muscular arms and the way he filled out his ripped jeans. As I raised my weapon, I couldn’t help but gaze into the hostage’s sea-green eyes, fringed by tousled blond-brown hair, wishing that I could run my fingers through those soft curls and press my mouth against his trembling lips. Clark’s voice cut into my reverie.

“Let the hostage go and put your gun down!”

I inched the door open on my side, drawing the perp’s attention as he swung his weapon back and forth between us but my eyes were drawn to the hostage. I felt my groin tighten as my eyes traveled over his smooth skin, wondering how it would feel under my rough fingertips.

“Please,” I looked away from the tears boiling over in his eyes. “Save me.”

“Shut up, faggot!” The perp screamed. In one second, all hell broke loose. The perp cracked the hostage on the head with the butt of the gun, then turned towards me. My partner was faster, his gun bucking in his fist as a bullet drilled through the perp’s shoulder. My bullet crashed through his hand and the gun went flying. I kicked it clear and flipped the groaning perp over and away from the unconscious hostage.

“We’re clear, partner!”

It was only a matter of moments before our back up arrived, along with the ambulance that Clark had called for. The cashier was in the corner in tears and the perp was screaming in pain as the attendants wheeled him off. Another attendant was kneeling by the hostage, dabbing at a cut in the back of his head, while another took his vitals. My heart took another leap as I saw that he was awake. Those beautiful eyes connected with mine.

“Thank you.”

I couldn’t think the rest of the night. When the shift ended, I dashed home and could barely contain myself, my hand massaging my growing bulge as I thought about that guy’s beautiful eyes. In my living room, I ripped my shirt open, kicked off my shoes and shed my pants, freeing my straining tool. All eight inches sprang out, slapping my stomach and I quickly sat down, assuming my favorite position: right hand on my dick, my left hand working a thick finger into my asshole.

I groaned as my finger sank deep past the ring and I spit on my hand, wrapping my fingers around my thick cock, beginning to stroke. sikiş izle Tingles burst through my body, radiating outward from my balls and asshole to my thighs and I gasped at the sensation. Ah, yes, so good. I imagined him kneeling between my legs, his lips stretching as he took the slick helmet of my meat into his mouth, tongue gliding over my heated skin. I groaned again, my cock flexing between my fingertips. God, I want him!

I polished the head with some pre-cum and stroked again and again, sighing at the pleasure that skipped up and down my spine. In my mind’s eye, I slid over his body, his sock-shod feet dangling over my shoulders as I pushed my hard dick into his pink pucker. I saw his eyes close, his body trembling in pleasure, his hands caressing my arms, urging me to continue. Then, our bodies moving together, those eyes locked onto mine, climbing the mountain of desire, aching and panting toward the summit, cresting the peak and cumming together, my spunk in his glorious ass and his covering our stomachs. Oh, God! Oh, God!

I exploded all over my chest, ropes of salty-sweet cum erupting from my purple-red cock and lacing into the hair on my chest. I flexed the finger in my asshole again and nearly shouted as I came and came again, my toes curling.

I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of my spent sex, wondering what I was going to do about my attraction to him and his beautiful eyes.

*****

“Officer Munroe?”

I couldn’t have been more irritated the next day. Not only did we have three department meetings to attend, but the Chief wanted to see us. I was attempting to finish the previous evening’s reports when his soft voice broke into my world of self-flagellation. I looked up into his eyes, noticing the hint of blue in the glare of the fluorescent lights and ordered my penis to stay asleep.

“Yeah.”

“I’m Michael Winston.” His lips were beautiful, lightly glossed and curved like a cupid’s bow. They would have been perfect on a girl, but on him, they were magnificent. For some odd reason, I found myself licking my lips as I looked at him. “I was involved in the Peppy Mart robbery last night.”

“Uh, yeah. Have a seat.”

He plopped into the leather-cushioned seat next to my desk and pulled an interior designing magazine out of his bookbag, found his bookmark and contented himself to read while I continued typing. I paused for a moment, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t believe that someone who had nearly been killed last night was calm enough to read a magazine while waiting to talk to a cop about it.

“Sorry. I have to finish this.” I couldn’t believe that I was apologizing but he was just too beautiful. “Give me a few minutes, okay?”

“Sure. No problem.”

:: Michael ::

When I awoke this morning, I had secretly hoped that last night’s events were just a dream, except for the cop. Unfortunately, I was wrong. My head pounded like an anvil and my eyes throbbed in their sockets. I was grateful that I owned my own business and could afford to close the shop for a day. I wouldn’t have been able to work anyway because all I could think about was this cop from last night.

GOD, WAS HE HOT!!!!

He had rescued me and I was grateful, but I thought I felt something more when he pressed his business card into my palm and our fingers touched. The horny part of me saw only his sexy, dark eyes, the size of his hands and the bulge of his crotch that he tried to hide, once I was safe. But the larger part of me, the soft and romantic side, saw the pain in his eyes. I knew at once what type of guy he was. He would accept a fuck, but wouldn’t want to kiss. He was an unemotional türk porno prostitute, looking to get his rocks off without a connection.

Nothing that I was vaguely interested in getting involved with.

But something happened. When I sat down at his desk, I made the mistake of looking into his eyes again. And regardless of my previous analysis, I knew that this was deeper than what I saw on the outside. I saw the way he looked at me and I saw him struggling with himself. I saw that he wanted to change and was looking for a lifeline. And I was suddenly determined not to help him in any way. I wanted him to figure out what his own problems were. I saw potential but I was damned if I was gonna help him figure it out.

Now, I love Martha Stewart. I have to say it. I LOVE MARTHA! I pulled out one of her Weddings magazines when I sat down and he shot me an evil glare, but I, of course, ignored him. It was the July issue and I was in desperate need of some Fourth of July ideas. While I was waiting, Manhattan clam chowder, grilled pork tenderloin and blueberry tarts swam before my eyes, forming my red, white and blue celebration. Mmmm, yummy! Now, if I could only have this guy covered with sugared strawberries and whipped cream.

“Thanks for waiting. You ready?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

I waited until he looked up at me, indicating that his computer was ready. “Let’s start with your name first.”

“Michael Winston.”

“Middle name?”

“Adam.”

“Address.”

“2960 Windsor Lake.”

“Age?”

I felt a little cheeky. “Old enough.” He looked up at me, half-smiling. “All right. I’m 25.”

“25? And you own your own business?”

“Yeah.”

I saw a new appreciation of me spring up in his eyes and I decided to turn on a little charm. I found out that his name was Robert Munroe, known as Robby and had been a cop for nearly 17 years. He wouldn’t tell me his age but I guessed that he was in his late thirties. He wasn’t a native and he hadn’t been married and that seemed to be all that he was willing to share while interrogating me. From time to time, I would see a real person emerge from behind the officer blues, a far different individual that wanted to be conquered, but he would always disappear. I changed my mind.

“Are you busy later?” He just glared at me. Maybe I’d made a mistake. “That’s okay. Never mind.”

He lowered his eyes and continued to type the report. “I have to work.”

I was so astonished to hear the words that I sat stunned. “Oh. Okay.”

He kept typing for another moment, then looked up at me. “But I could have breakfast when the shift ends.”

We stared at each other for what seemed to be a long time. Then, a big black guy sat down at the adjoining desk, glanced at him, then turned to me. “Clark Bristow.” He shook my hand. “You’re from the Peppy Mart, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’re just finishing up the report.” Office Munroe stammered. I sensed that something else was going on between these two. Maybe they were a couple …

“You married?”

I shook my head at Officer Bristow. “No, sir.” He proceeded to show me the pictures of his beautiful wife and children. I suddenly noticed that Officer Munroe’s desk had no pictures, no personal items. Was that a sign? “They’re lovely, sir.”

Bristow laughed. “Yeah, and they’re a goddamned pain in the ass!” I noticed that Munroe cracked a smile at that. So, the connection’s not sexual.

“Sign here.” I picked up the sheaf of papers that he had presented to me and grabbed the pen he offered. A warning bell suddenly clanged in my head. I couldn’t sign this paper. The saliva in my mouth dried up, my brain kicking into overdrive.

You see, I don’t exist.

“I can’t sign this.” Munroe and his partner looked up at me.

“What the hell did you say?”

“I – I’m sorry.”

I grabbed my pack and Martha and I went sailing out of the police station, the demons of my past hard on my heels.

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Aunt Phyllis Ch. 02

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I work up with smile from ear to ear, thinking about what had happened yesterday. To me the sun was brighter; the birds were singing and the whole mood of the day was a joyful one.

I look over to my watch; it was 9.05 – meaning my Uncle would be at work and its just me and her. I got up and went to the bathroom, did my business and brush my teeth. A thought sprung into my head, maybe yesterday was only a one-off. She might not let me touch her again, what if she was so ashamed of it that it will never speak to me again or worse tell my parents and Uncle Henry saying I raped her.

I was desperately thinking in what to do as I enter my room, I did not notice the something lying on the foot of the bed. It her panties from last night, they were moist and had the smell of her aroma. I held them close to my nose, rubbing them across my face. I took them off and the note “Hope you enjoy this – Phyllis”. All my fears and anxiety disappeared.

I slowly tip-toed downstairs wearing just my shorts, trying the hardest not to let Phyllis know I was awake. She was in the kitchen clearing the table; she was wearing a pink see-through robe. Steadily, I crept up onto her, waiting for her to get back to the table. Then I rushed up behind up her clutched those round orbs of hers, she jumped as I kissed up neck.

I let go of her, she turned around and said, “So you’re both up?” looking down at my shorts. I smiled and replied, “Yeah, I was that present you left.” I rubbed my hard-on against her “So what should with do in this big ol’ empty house. I know, how about fuck, eh? ” She smiled, so I do this as a yes. I lifted her onto the table and spread her legs open.

I placed olgun porno my hands on her shoulders, and kissed her. I slowly slip my tongue into her which was met with hers. My hands went further south onto her nipples again, gave them a flick and a pinch. Eventually they were on her pussy (which was moist that time), guided my index finger into it, Phyllis gave out moan, placed my thumb on her clit. I pulled out of her and we broke off from our embrace.

Phyllis pushed me off and undid her robe, while I painfully shoved my shorts down. There we were both naked in the kitchen, me rock hard and Phyllis wet as can be. She leaned back on the table, tits poking out in the air as I steered my cock deep into her.

I felt her getting wetter and wetter, my cock was sliding in and out of her pussy with easy. Phyllis was breather deeper and deeper, she moaned more and more. She wanted harder as she screamed this at me. I was picking up the pace, thrusting faster and faster into her.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh! Yeeeaaahh! That’s it you cock! Fuck me harder you cunt! Fuck your Aunt hard! Fuck me like the slut! Ohhhhh! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! I only want to be fucked by you! You fucking stud! Your uncles shit and so the other cunts in that fucking office”

I knew Aunt Phyllis was on the verge of her orgasm as her moans grew louder and louder

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Shit I’m cumming! Yesssssssssss! Brad do it now! You’re so fucking close! SHIIIITTTTTTT! FUCK ME BRAD! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” She screamed as she cumed all over my cock.

I ploughed my cock through her cum; I knew I was ready to cum. I screamed “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SHIT! I’M porno CUMMING”. The hot stream of cum shot out of my cock, it mixed with hers.

I pulled out of her move towards her face. I lifted cum cover cock and place it on her lips. She swallowed quickly, sucking her to get the juices off it. I lifted her up and gave her a kiss on the lips and gave those balloons a grope.

“Wow! I really needed that, thanks darling”. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Okay, its um… 10.15 now and Uncle will be back here at 11. So you take a shower and I’ll clean and make lunch. Also it’s not going to be like yesterday, he’s not going to back to work” I was a bit disappointed about it but Phyllis reassured me that soon it will be okay and I will be getting a present.

During the shower I wondered what it will be like when Uncle Henry leaves tomorrow and what would the present be, could it be something for me or for her. I got changed and made me way down stairs; Phyllis was wearing a red sweater and long black jeans with sensible shoes. It surprised me that I still found her sexy wearing something so conservative, normally I only hard seeing women half naked.

I strolled up to her, pinched her arse, kissed her and sat down. It was 10.50, my Uncle would be here soon, I sat down admiring the view of the back my aunt. She sat down to me and explained what’s going to happen try nest few days. “Henry will leave here tomorrow at eight; his plane would take off at ten. We see him at the front desk as he probably go to the first class lounge. At home I will give a little gift.” She moved towards me rammed her breast in my face got up took something at of the fridge. Porno 64 She turned and said “Oh if your wondering what you present is, its something that we both enjoy and we last until you leave on Sunday.” She went off and continued cooking.

Few minutes later the door opened and Henry enter the house. We ate lunch together and when I noticed a drop of cum on the edge of the table. The day went on uneventfully – ate, watch TV, help me uncle pack. The dinner came by, then some more TV. I just was so excited for tomorrow that for me time was going painfully slowly. Finally I felt tired and went to bed and my uncle and aunt soon followed.

I feel asleep straight away after wanking over Phyllis and doing her up the arse. I was suddenly woken up, it was 1 in the mourning, and the blurry image of Phyllis wearing the pink robe earlier was at the foot of bed. She bent down towards my face and asked “Blowjob or tit-wank” I gave her squeeze of nipple and she got the idea.

She told me to get up and she laid on the bed with her tits pointing up. I pulled my shorts up and straddled on her chest. Before giving those melons a fuck I decided play with them first. I bent down and sucked those huge nipples and bit down on it. She sighed and encouraging me to carry on. “Oh! Suck those tits baby. You love them don’t ya? Suck! She moaned.

I felt that was enough so I positioned myself above her huge melons, I spread her tits and put my hard cock between them. Phyllis rubbed her tits together giving me room to fuck them harder. I thrusted my cock faster and faster, I knew I was going to cum any second soon. Phyllis pulled my cock out and gave the head a little lick, wiping off the pre-cum. She put both hands on the shaft and stroked furiously. I let out long, deep moan and cummed all over her tits and her mouth. I collapse onto the bed. Phyllis licked off all of the cum and went off the bed.

I fell asleep, smiling waiting for tomorrow.

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Aunt Tracy Stokes a Winter Fire

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I got my first taste of my aunt, Tracy, when I stayed with her and her husband five years ago. I was eighteen and my uncle gave me a job working for his construction firm for the summer before I headed off to college. Since my parents were trying to sort some problems out, I thought it would be best if I moved out of the state as early as possible. That’s when my Dad’s sister and her husband of ten years offered a room in their basement and a summer job. The taste came one morning when my aunt walked from the shower and into the kitchen wearing an open bath robe. My eyes, must have grown as large as the bulge in my jeans, but I can’t tell you what her expression was because I stared at her breasts without hesitation or inhibition. Tracy just said that Mark, her husband, was waiting in the truck, and that I’d better get going. I think she spoke with an amused laugh.

Five years later, I graduated from college with an accounting degree and went to work in the big city. A week before my graduation in May, my fiancé broke off our engagement. I was demoralized and never seriously started dating anyone else. I was really fitting the accountant stereotype. Then came the family Christmas get-together the following winter, and I didn’t want anything to do with any of them. My aunt Tracy called and said I could stay with her and Mark and that she may know a young someone who might be interested in going out. Remembering that morning in the kitchen, her soft breasts shaped by the white robe, I told her no-thanks, I was through with young women, but I would take her up on the offer porno indir to stay. Then she jokingly added that she thought I always had an eye for mature women.

The get together was as boring as I thought it would be. Who cares what my cousins or anyone else is doing for work, or when they’re getting married, or how many kids they now have? I was looking forward to the tax deadlines.

When I got back to Tracy’s house, Mark’s truck wasn’t in the garage. “Where’d Mark go?” I asked.

“He’s a workaholic,” Tracy responded. “He’s out plowing driveways and private roads.”

I looked outside and agreed the snow was coming down pretty good.

“Mark thinks money is everything,” she continued. “We don’t need it, but he works extra jobs anyways.”

“I think he just likes to work,” I said. “I don’t think he cares what he gets paid doing the job.” I sat on the rocker across from Tracy as she laid out on the sofa. “I remember working with him that summer, about five years ago, he’d let people get bargain prices, especially if they had more work for him.”

Tracy had already changed into a short night shirt. Her long brown hair flowed out from the pillow, but I looked at her luscious, bare legs. My god, I wanted to feel those muscles and her soft skin in my hands. She interrupted me, “Well, I think he should pay attention to something else.”

I quickly looked toward her, but she had caught me staring at her legs. Then she said, “I remember something five years ago too.” She sat up on the sofa and her short night rokettube shirt grew shorter, showing a hint of her black panties. “Remember?”

I think she was flirting. “No,” I replied.

She patted the cushion next to her and I moved over there. Her perfume started to really get me going. “Five years ago,” she started. “Bath robe. I was falling out a little.” I smiled, but she continued, “and now it’s my legs. Have you changed your tastes?”

“I think every thing on you is beautiful and sexy.” I think I said that out loud because it got a response from my aunt. “Hhmmm,” I cleared my throat as she took a hold of my hand and placed it on her breast. Taking her cue, I began to gently rub my other hand up her smooth thigh.

She looked into my eyes to see if this lust of mine was genuine. I saw that she had the same desire as I did.

She unbuckled my belt and took my tongue into her mouth, “Make love to me,” she said.

Make love? I wanted to fuck the hell out of her.

My hands found their way the short distance up to her silk panties and slowly slid them down. She lifted her legs, one after the other while we still kissed, to help get the garment off. I broke our kiss and moved down to her pussy as she slid of the night shirt. She spread her legs to reveal to me her love. My tongue teased her lips and I tasted her steaming juices. My hands stroked up and down her thighs and they were matched with her hands rubbing through my hair.

She moaned, “Ohh, yes. My baby. I love you so much. Taste your beautiful seks filmi aunt.” Tracy’s hips were gently moving back and forth. “That’s it honey, tongue fuck your horney aunt. Lick my clit, baby. Ohh, yes. God, yes.”

Her legs were so smooth in my soft hands. So round, so perfect. She tasted ohh so good.

“That feels so good,” she said. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” Tracy bucked her hips and drove her hot pussy into my face.

After her orgasm, she brought me up and kissed me longingly. Then she went down to my thick cock and started sucking me in. I closed my eyes and took in her warmth. I could feel her tongue on my shaft, massaging and stroking.

I ran my fingers through her rich hair, “Tracy,” I asked?

She looked into my eyes and I needed to say no more. She moved her pussy up and placed a hand on my erect and moist penis. We tasted each other’s tongues as she guided her hot pussy down on my cock. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back, my hands wrapped on the small of her back, moving in motion with her pulses. “Tracy, goddess. I want to fuck you so bad. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Fuck your aunt for me,” she moaned. “I love your big cock. Ride this pussy good.”

She had pure lust in her eyes and I could feel myself growing inside of her. “Cum in me baby. I want your seed in me.”

I licked the sweat off her breasts, then moved to her neck. “I haven’t fucked in so long,” she said. “I love your young cock. Do you like your aunt’s hot pussy?”

“Uhh, fuck yea,” I said. I felt by balls tighten and my cock expand.

Her pussy massaged my exploding dick, “That’s it baby, cum in my pussy. You’re so fucking hot. Cum in your aunt’s pussy. Teach that asshole husband how to fuck.”

As I looked into her eyes and stroked her back and legs, I was sure glad I visited for the holidays.

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Genevieve , Jessa

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Her name is Jessa and we have been friends for nearly a year now. The school year is ending and we are looking for a place to live this summer. She is strikingly beautiful and completely comfortable about her body. She is 5 foot 4 with long dark hair and shining brown eyes. Her frame is small yet muscular and her breasts are firm and full with a slight upturn at the nipple. I feel very unattractive next to her but she swears that I am as sexy as I tell her she is. I am 5 foot 2 with long curly hair, green eyes, and a large frame packed with muscles. I have a C cup chest with large nipples and hers are a diminutive B cup, or at least next to mine, they seem diminutive. I have had good friends that were women before but I have never felt the attraction to them that I feel to her.

I began to feel the attraction the night we went dancing and she was aggravated at her recent breakup. She felt hurt by men and so she wanted to hurt them in return. She decided that the way to do that was to pretend to be a lesbian with me and make them physically hurt from desire and lust as they were forced to watch us dance. The next three hours were a few of the most wonderful. I had no desire to do sexual things with her… or at least not yet. I just wanted to hold her forever, gently caress her body and smell her and feel her lips pressed gently against mine. I have never danced with a woman like that before. She would put her hands in the back pocket of my low-rise jeans and pull me close to her, hands slowly moving up my body and getting lost in my long curls as she pulled my head back to nibble on my neck and gently kiss my cleavage.

I would place her neck in the crook of one elbow as the other hand trailed up and down her back, feeling the flowing muscles and finally resting on the part right before her ripe butt met her back. There was a particular moment in the night when we were dancing in a cage above the dance floor and the music stopped so we stopped as well. She looked square in my eyes liseli porno and I returned the gaze. Our breath was heavy as we just held each other, eyes locked, her hands cupping my face and mine resting upon her hips. When we left the club, we both went back to my house to sit in the hot tub for a relaxing soak. It was very peaceful and sensual; we stroked each other’s legs as we talked about the events of the evening and began to see each other in a whole new way.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms and I awoke to the feel of her hand on my stomach and her head resting upon my chest, ear pressed so that she undoubtedly heard my heartbeat. When we awoke that morning, we both acted as though we had not felt the things we had felt the other night. In essence, we ignored the attraction between us.

As the days progressed, we felt the attraction growing stronger and stronger until one-day things burst and we could no longer deny the way we felt. As the college girls we are we went out with a few of our friends to relax and have a few beers. There were two guys, Jessa, myself, and a girl named Jenny. Well we started playing drinking games and a question that came up was “have you ever had a fantasy about anyone in this room?” Well, she and I had and we looked at each other lustfully from that point on. Somehow, the topic of lesbians came up and one of the guys said he had never seen girls kiss before so before I could say anything she was on me, hungrily kissing every part of my face and neck until I could no longer stand it. I grabbed her face and pulled her lips to mine, gently at first then more passionately as we realized that we were enjoying this….a lot. We kept kissing as the guys watched until we had gone far enough. Jessa was in nothing but her bra and thong and I had lost my shirt. We decided that it was time to excuse ourselves; we said we were tired, though knowing looks passed through the group as we made our way back to her car.

Once mobil porno back at her house we had coffee to sober up and both showered to clear our minds. Well, after she got out of the shower she dropped the towel, revealing the most magnificent body I had ever seen, for I was looking at her in a completely new way. She walked over to me and undid the tie on my robe until she was looking at me, drinking in the sight of me, as I nearly fainted at her forwardness. She gently cupped my face and so began the most glorious night of my life. We kissed as though we had been doing it all our lives and this was the last time we would get to do it. She was gentle as she caressed my and held me close to her. I kept my hand on the small of her back, afraid that if I moved she would evaporate into nothing and the dream would be over.

Jessa knew my abusive past and knew that all had to be slow and gentle or I would freak out. We broke the kiss and she said,

“Genevieve, I want to be your lover. I love you and will never hurt you. I want to show you what sex is supposed to be like.”

“Will this be weird in the morning, or will we be a couple?”

“We will be whatever you want us to be dearest”

“I love you Jessa, the day I met you I knew I loved you. I have dreamt about this for so long, I…..”

My words were cut off as she bent down and kissed my chest, right between my breasts. She then slowly wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head back as she pushed on my chest, causing me to lie down on her bed. She trailed her tongue down my throat until she found one nipple, then the other and blew on them, causing them to tighten. She tenderly stroked my breasts as she teased my nipples with her tongue until I was arching my back to meet her tongue. She kissed me firmly on the mouth and nibbled down my body until her face was between my things. I froze; no one had ever been in this position with me before. She told me to relax, I did, öğrenci porno slowly at first, and then I realized that I was in love with the woman and I trusted her completely.

She ran her long tongue down the length of the slit and then pulled apart the lips with her fingers and took her first long taste. By this point I was beyond comprehension, I just let my mind go and my body feel things it had never felt before. I played with my own nipples without even realizing I was doing it. She was nibbling and sucking on my clit and slowly she inserted a finger in me. As she licked, nibbled, and sucked my clit her fingers explored my tight opening. She inserted one full finger and then two as she suddenly locked her mouth around my clit and sucked while her tongue whipped my clit. My body rocked and my hips bucked as she attacked my protruding little clit and fingered me until I felt as though my whole body was on fire and I felt my stomach begin to contract. The next few moments are blank as the orgasm that overcame me was so powerful that I lost consciousness. She was drinking all the juices when I opened my eyes. I pulled her up to my face and kissed her longingly and slowly, savoring the flavor of me mixed with the flavor of my Jessa. Her smell was in the air as her hair fell around our faces, shielding us from everything but each other.

We kissed as I recovered, and when I felt my strength return I wanted to make her feel the things I had just felt. She stopped me however and said, “tonight was for you dear, though I have no doubt that you will return the favor later. Now you need to get some sleep, something tells me tomorrow will be tiring.” This last bit was said with a little grin that screamed mischief. I could not believe it, I had just made love to a woman, one whom I truly loved and she loved me back. I turned over onto my stomach; she was lying on her side facing me, propped up on one elbow. She ran her hands up and down my back, stopping to trail her fingers over the many scars that decorate it.

I put my head in the little cave made by her chest, face, and felt safer and more loved than I had ever felt in my life. I tried to outlast her but I knew that sleep would come swiftly to me. It did, and I fell asleep with the sound of her voice singing sweetly.

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