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Aunt Laura Ch. 03

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Our week together had progressed while my parents were gone so that Laura and I would have sex as soon as she got home. I couldn’t wait and she could never say no. Later after we ate dinner we would then go up to her room for more activities. I never slept with her and she seemed disappointed each night when I left her. But then, when the morning came, she was in my bed to wake me by dropping her mouth onto my young cock. I loved the way she did this each day with her hungry mouth. After the first morning when I had made her lift her dress up so I could fuck her from behind, she never came into my room fully dressed again. She would leave her dress in her room and just wear her stockings, heels and garter belt for me. Her panties also stayed on the bed in her room.

The second night she came home, I was there already in the house because I had no interest in being with my friends when I had the choice of being inside this sexy, submissive woman. I heard her come through the door and then walk into the kitchen to start our dinner. I loved the sound of her heels on the hard wood floor. She looked good in the light summer dress and the black stockings and heels. She said hello as she saw me come into the kitchen. I just looked her over from head to toe and smiled at how good she looked. She stood there and waited, knowing that her evening was about to begin.

“Take off the dress and hand it to me,” I told her.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied as her hand went to the back zipper and pulled it down. The dress opened and fell away from her body and then to the floor around her heels. She stepped out of it and picked it up and brought it to me.

“Did you enjoy our conversation on the phone today, Laura,” I asked her as she stood directly in front of me. Her chest was heaving as her arousal was becoming evident.

“I did. It makes me so hot when you talk that way to me.” She said as my hand slowly caressed her tits just above her low-cut black lace bra.

“Pull the bra down so I can see your nipples,” I said. She dropped the bra straps down off her shoulders and pulled the cups below her fat tits and then slipped the straps up again. The effect was to hold her nice big breasts up while still allowing me to see her nipples pointing out and getting hard.

“Do you recall what told you I would do to you tonight, Laura,” I asked as my fingers aroused her nipples to hardness.

“You said you were going to hurt my big tits and fuck my ass. That’s what you said, Sir,” she trembled as she uttered the words.

“Do you want my cock in your ass, Laura,” I asked her.

“Yes, Sir, but I am afraid. But I want you to do it to me,” she whined at me.

“Will mine be the first cock in your ass, whore?”

“Yes, Sir, I have never had anyone take my ass,” she said in a labored breath as I pinched down on her inflamed nipples.

“Take off your panties and bend over the table for me,” I told her. Her hands took the sides of her lace panties and slid them down hd abla to her heels and then off. She rose up and handed them to me. I took them and watched her bend over the dining table and reach out to take hold of the far edges. The sight of her in that position made my cock rock hard and I dropped my shorts and underwear and moved forward. Holding her hips in my hands, I pushed my cock into her wet cunt.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped as she felt me push hard into her depths.

I moved at a slow pace, pushing all the way into her and then pulling almost all the way out. Her breathing was erratic and she was moving with me in an urgent and steady motion. After several minutes, I pulled out of her and looked down to see how wet and slick my cock had become. It was time.

“Hold on tight, I am going to rape my aunt’s virgin ass,” I told her as she stiffened and I could see her knuckles whiten as she gripped the wood of the table top.

Placing my cock head directly on her soft brown star and rubbing it up and down, I saw her relax a bit from the pleasurable sensation. Then I aimed directly at her snug opening and began to force myself into it; waiting for the first rush of my cock into her. It took quite a bit of pressure but finally the head opened the entrance and I popped into her. I held myself in that spot as she cried out.

“Oh, my God,” she screamed as the invasion hurt her with a sudden and sharp pain.

Still remaining motionless, I watched her relax just a bit as her ass became more accustomed to the cock having breached her virgin entrance. Taking this as my cue to begin moving deeper, I slowly pressed into her, then stopped, waited, and then proceeded some more. At each point in this assault, she was gasping and whining from the new sensation and from the pain of having to take it all inside her.

“Oh, please, Sir,” she growled as I pushed almost all the way in, “it hurts so much.”

Going the last bit and holding it still inside her at full length I held her hips and stroked her ass with my hands and looked down at the sight in front of me.

“Play with your cunt for me,” I told her as her hand moved from the side of the table and slid under her to start to move on her clit and cunt lips. Her hips rose slightly to allow her hand to press down to her wet center. I waited and did not move. I could not believe how tight her grip was on my cock. I could feel the movement of her hand and then her arousal. After a brief time. I began to feel movement from her impaled body.

“Oh,” she moaned as her movement began to increase and her ass relaxed on my hard cock. I gave her more time to adjust and to become more aroused. Her fingers were circling and moving on her clit and her ass pressing back on the full cock buried within her. Slowly, I began to pull back out of her just a bit before pushing back forward again. With these very short easy plunges into her, Laura’s moaning increased and she started to move with me.

“More, hentai porno please, give me more” she finally gasped as her ass met the thrusts and gained an urgent rhythm that matched my increased movements.

“Tell me what you need,” I demanded. She wanted longer and harder strokes, but she needed her to beg for it.

“Oh, please, I need it so much,” she whined back at me.

“What, Laura,” I asked, “tell me what your body needs.”

“My ass,” she cried out, “I need you to fuck my ass. Rape your aunt’s ass, Sir,” she panted in her need for more and harder treatment.

Pulling almost all the way out of her, I thrust forward my full length and then withdrew again and began to pound her ass ruthlessly.

“Oh, my God,” she screamed as I attacked her now without any regard for her.

“Anal fucking whore,” I repeated over and over again as I took her last virgin hole and gave her all that I had. I could tell that the pain had slowly ebbed while her fingers were driving her ever closer to her climax.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes,” she panted, “cum in your whore. Fill your Aunt’s raped ass with cum. Fuck your cum into my ass.”

Laura was screaming and crying out like a wounded animal as she came hard on my cock. Her ass was contracting around me as I launched cum deep into her bowels. She continued to cum without stop. The knuckles on her left hand turned white as she gripped hard onto the table top. Her right hand was buried in her convulsing cunt. I kept at her until I heard her moans subside. I collapsed on top of her exhausted body. Her head turned to the side and her mouth sought mine as we kissed and tongue lashed each other for several minutes.

“Did you like that, Laura,” I asked with my lips beside her ear.

“It was incredible. That was the most powerful orgasm I ever had. It hurt so much at first but then the pain left and the feeling was so overwhelming. I need you to do that to me again and again. It was like being raped and then discovering how much you need to be raped,” she confessed.

I pulled back as I lifted away from her and my cock freed itself from the tight enclosure. Looking down, I saw cum flowing out of her stretched ass as she lay on the table top.

“Let’s get cleaned up in the shower and then we can eat,” I told her as I walked to the stairs and headed for the large bathroom in the hall.

The shower felt good as I soaped myself and felt the hard spray from the shower head. The shower curtain moved back and Laura was beside me. She took my wash cloth and began to wash me. I just stood there and enjoyed her pampering. I turned and faced her and she took my cock and lovingly washed it for me. Then, squatting down, her mouth took it in and she began to lick and suck me back to life. Looking down at her I realized that this was the first time she was truly naked in front of me. All the other times she always wore her heels and stockings because she knew how much I kızıl porno liked her dressed that way. But this was different and to me it seemed so raw and more intimate. Her eyes looked up at me as she worked on my almost hard cock with an incredible passion. My hands reached out to take her head in my grasp and I began to fuck slowly into her tight lips; pushing deeper into her throat. Her hands grasped my thighs as I used her mouth and throat.

“You cocksucking whore,” I moaned down at her as I forced my cock fully into her. Her hand was between her legs and I saw her working her cunt and clit as I banged away at her mouth. But I wanted more than a blow job from her and pulled myself back allowing my cock to exit her mouth. Taking her hair in my hand I pulled her to her feet in front of me. Her breathing was in gasps and I could see that she was once again highly excited.

“Fuck me,” she begged, “please fuck your dirty cocksucker.”

Turning her to face me, I forced her back against the tile wall. Reaching down I lifted her from under the back of her thighs until her cunt was lined up with my hard cock.

“Put it in your cunt for me, slut.” I told her and she reached down and pressed the fat cock head between her moist lips. I dropped her down slowly and her arms wrapped around my neck as she was completely impaled on me. Holding her under the thighs with her back to the wall I was able to slam into her with hard forceful strokes. Her legs locked onto my hips allowing her to move with me.

“Ohhhhhhh, yessssssss,” Laura screamed as her orgasm was almost immediate. She held me tight as her body spasmed onto mine. I loved being deep inside her tight compact body and to watch her go through the violence of her powerful orgasm. I kept pounding her and she held on tight. All the while she moaned and encouraged me to fuck her hard.

“Use me, use me,” she moaned, “Do it hard.”

Laura again was delirious and out of control. She only knew how much she needed my cock and her body was grinding against mine as she was fast approaching another climax.

“Fill my cunt,” she begged as she grabbed my neck and held on. Her orgasm ripped through her body and she was screaming from the sensations. I could feel her thighs tighten around me as she convulsed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she seemed to go limp in my arms. When I felt her orgasmic contractions subside, I lowered her down the wall until my cock pulled free and she was sitting on the shower floor.

Standing over her as the water pelted her entire body, I took my cock and stroked it a few times which was all I needed to bring on the cum that she had demanded from me. With Laura looking up at me, the first blast hit her on the forehead and then was washed down over her face. Shot after shot found her face. My thick white fluid mixed with the water and covered her face and splattered her hair.

“Clean up and come to my bed when you are done,” I told her as I rinsed off and got out of the shower. Laura looked up at me with surprise since I always went to my bed alone. She was never in my bed except for our morning wake-up ritual. I always left her when I was finished to sleep alone in her own bed.

Things were changing. There would be no dinner tonight.

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Danny Darling Ch. 03

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The alarm clock startled me from a deep slumber, and for a brief moment, I was in the clutches of unmitigated fear and panic.

OH NO, my mind screamed. I HAVE TO GET OUT OF THESE PANTIES BEFORE MY MOTHER OR SISTERS CATCH ME!

When I reached over and pushed the button to stop the noisy clock, I was conscious enough to I realize I no longer lived at home. I flopped back down on my belly and waited until I caught my breath.

The front of my panties were crusty with dried semen, but they still felt wonderful against my erection. I ground my penis into the mattress and began my morning ritual.

There simply is no better way to start the day than with a rousing orgasm.

As I slowly moved my penis back-and-forth on the mattress, and the exciting sensations started to grow, I realized something wasn’t right; my head snapped to the side and I glared at the clock.

HOLY CRAP—IT’S SEVEN-O’CLOCK!

I’d meant to set the alarm for six.

Normally, I woke-up at seven when I drove to work. There was plenty of time to masturbate then get ready for work. Not now though, I had to catch the seven-twenty-two bus.

I rolled out of bed and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the panties; they were stuck to my crotch, and it took some effort to peel them away from my skin. I pushed them down, stepped out of them, then opened the bottom drawer of the bureau, and placed them with the other pairs under my sweatpants and tee shirts.

I almost ran to the bathroom. I pissed then jumped into the tub and took a very fast shower.

I pulled on my ‘Dullard’s’ logo work shirt, and one of the three pairs of black pants that I owned; my hair was still damp as I hurried down the street to the bus stop. I made it with ten-seconds to spare. I climbed aboard, paid the fare, and found a seat close to the driver.

Oh darn, I thought. I’d forgotten to pull the bedcovers over the sheet. There was a huge, white splotch of dried you-know-what that sharply contrasted with the royal blue of the sheet.

Relax, John, no one is going to see it, I reassured myself. It’s not like I have to hide it from mom.

I was pleasantly surprised by the bus ride. It made too many stops, and it filled to standing-room-only, but all the people seemed normal.

At one point, an older fat lady plopped down on the seat next to me, and I was scrunched against the side of the bus, but it didn’t matter.

That’s when I noticed the smell. It was coming from my crotch and it was as familiar as the aroma of bacon or coffee in the morning.

Because I hadn’t had enough time, I’d done a haphazard job of cleaning myself. Now, some people say dried semen has no smell, but I know from years of experience they are wrong.

The aroma has been described as ‘ammonia-like’, but to me, and maybe my olfactory senses aren’t what they should be, it has the distinct smell of musky, seafood.

And now it was drifting upwards from my crotch and invading my nostrils. Maybe I shouldn’t admit this, but I like the smell.

I only hoped the lady next to me didn’t notice, but to my horror, she did.

At some point, she turned to me and said, in her best motherly-advice tone of voice, “Boy, you need to consider some serious hygiene improvements in the morning.”

My face turned beet-red. I said, “Yes, Maam.”

I stared out the window the rest of the time she sat beside me.

The ride was long, but uneventful.

When we arrived at Dullard’s, I thought, Danny, this is nothing—your fear-mongering won’t work—I can ride the bus for as long as it takes until you change that stupid ‘payment plan.’

Jennifer had been partially correct. I did work in the lingerie department, but only half the day. My other department was Beauty & Fragrances.

‘Perfume and Panties’ is how I smilingly thought of my job.

After I clocked-in, I would go see my boss, Mrs. Nelson, in the Lingerie & Sleepwear Department. She was in-charge of both departments, and would tell me where to begin each day.

She would say: “The sale on Cotillions starts today, make sure we’re fully stocked,” or, “A shipment of Calvin Klein’s is sitting in receiving,” or, “We’re running low on Elizabeth Arden” and so on….

I’d usually have to work Beauty first. The cases were too heavy for most of the sales ladies, and we sold more perfume and cosmetics than lingerie. I was fast and efficient, mainly so I could finish-up in Beauty as quickly as I could.

I didn’t much care for most of the Beauty sales ladies. They were usually cold and demanding, called me “Hon,” and they wore way too much make-up. I often coughed and gagged on the perfume they seemed to bathe in.

The Lingerie women were much nicer. They were older, more respectful, and generally seemed pleased to see me.

Of course, I preferred the Lingerie Department for obvious reasons.

We sold every type of lingerie imaginable, but my favorites were the panties and sexy sleepwear; namely the babydolls and chemises. I also loved to ensest porno touch the sexy, flimsy lace bras, but thought it would be just plain silly and weird for me to wear brassieres.

I’ll never forget my first day on the job: I opened a box labeled ‘Hanky Panky’ and inside I found the sexiest panties I’d ever seen. I did my best to control myself, but when I held them in my hands, the sheer, smooth softness overwhelmed me. I sprang a boner and it throbbed and twitched inside my briefs.

I guess I’d gone into a trance or something, standing there staring at the panties and running my fingers all over them. Suddenly, I heard Mrs. Nelson cough. I looked up and saw her staring at me over the top of her reading glasses.

My face turned bright red, and moisture filled my eyes. I was sooo embarrassed!

“Oh jeez—I’m sorry—I didn’t mean anything—I don’t know what happened to me—I’m sorry….” I profusely apologized.

Her voice was even; no sign of anger or scorn.

“Sweetie,” she said softly, “don’t be embarrassed…a lot of men love the feel of women’s lingerie…it appears you have a panty-fetish—it’s nothing to be ashamed of…BUT, if you want to keep this job, you need to work on your self-control…alright?”

“Y-Y-Yes, Mrs. Nelson—I swear it won’t happen again!”

Then she added: “One more thing, dear…”

And horror-of-all-horrors, I saw her staring at my crotch.

“A boy like you shouldn’t wear light-colored slacks to work…stay with basic black,” she said with a slight smile then left me alone.

I looked down and saw the tiny bulge in my slacks, but far worse, a sizable pre-cum stain.

That evening on my drive home, I stopped and bought two more pairs of black pants.

The workday was coming to an end. I had one last package to open and stock the contents on a backroom shelf.

A feeling of excitement washed over me when I read ‘Cabernet – Panties.’ They too are some of my favorites.

I tore open the package and found the sleekest, sexiest panties I’d ever laid eyes on; they were diaphanous and pink. My prick instantly became erect. If it wasn’t for the security cameras, I would have massaged my erection right then-and-there.

I couldn’t just place them on the shelf, no, Mrs. Nelson had taught me how to neatly fold panties before I placed them on the shelf.

My hands trembled as one-by-one I folded the sexy pink panties. The soft and sensuous material caused my prick to jump and lurch in my briefs. I prayed to God I would finish before my balls exploded and I flooded my pants.

Just as I folded the last pair, and reached to place them on top of the others, my fingers manipulated the sheer fabric until it was a tiny ball in my hand. I closed my fist, moved away from the shelf and walked to an area I knew to be out of the range of cameras. I casually put my hand in my pocket, went about cleaning-up my work area, then strolled to the time clock and punched-out.

I slowly walked by George the Security Guard as he examined employee purses and packages. I smiled and he waved me thru the line. I was soon outside in the hot and humid Florida summer heat.

As I stood at the bus stop, I felt the familiar pangs of remorse and regret for taking the panties.

I’m not a bad person—I need these, I told myself. Sure, I already have pink panties, but they’re not see-thru—I need these for my ‘collection,’ and honestly, it’s not like I could buy them, everyone would know my secret, if I did that!

The bus arrived and I climbed onboard for the long ride home.

Two things struck me right away when I boarded the bus: it was already standing-room-only, and, the evening passengers looked different than the morning passengers.

I held onto a pole near the driver and resigned myself I’d have to stand for much of the hour-and-a-half ride.

“HEY KID,” the driver shouted at me. “YOU SPECIAL OR SOMETHING? MOVE TO THE BACK!”

It was embarrassing—all the other passengers looked at me as I carefully made my way as far back as I could go.

It was a whole different world in the back of the bus. The people seemed sullen and angry; no one smiled or talked or even made eye contact; some of them appeared to be downright dangerous. It felt like I was standing in the middle of a freak show.

I clutched a pole with both hands and hung-on for dear life as the bus lurched forward for a block then would suddenly stop. More and more people climbed aboard, but no one seemed to get off. We were soon packed-in like sardines in a tin can.

Then I became aware of all the smells. Everyone seemed to have their own particular brand of body odor and none of it was pleasant. And worse, my own smell began drifting upwards and I was horrified others would notice it, too.

During the course of my typical workday, I would have numerous erections from handling the merchandise, and my briefs would absorb many dribbles of pre-cum. I could now smell an even stronger aroma from escort porno my crotch than this morning.

I looked down to see an older man sitting on the seat before me wrinkle his nose and glance at the front of my slacks; a strange grin spreading across his face. He looked up at me and winked. He had two teeth missing and his skin resembled old dry shoe leather. I quickly turned around and faced the other direction.

More people boarded the bus at the next stop; bodies were now pressing together. People were excusing themselves for stepping on feet, or elbowing the person next to them.

It seemed we were no longer human, just animals packed together in a small container on our way to the slaughterhouse. It was very demoralizing.

Someone began copping feels on my body. I couldn’t turn enough to see who it was, and I couldn’t move out of the way. The hand grasped one of my buttocks and gave it a squeeze. Finding I was a captive prisoner unable to move, the perpetrator became emboldened and cupped my genitals.

The motions of the bus didn’t help matters. I would fall against the intruding hand when the bus careened forward, then lurch into it when the bus came to a halting stop.

At the next stop someone got off the bus enabling me to move away from the hand. I casually glanced around trying to determine the guilty party but saw nothing incriminating.

Three guys boarded the bus, loud and obnoxious; they made their way back to where I was standing. They stood beside me. They looked dangerous and the one who appeared to be the leader, who had a nasty scar on his cheek looked me up and down.

He smiled and said, Hey, “Chica—want to have a party with me and my boys?”

I blushed, shook my head and mumbled, “No, uh, thanks!”

I tried to look as casual as I could by holding the pole with one hand while my other hand was in my pocket. Suddenly, the bus made a jolting stop and I instinctively jerked the hand from my pocket and grabbed the pole with both hands to keep from falling.

“You dropped something,” said Scarface. He had a huge grin on his thin lips.

I looked down to see my newly acquired pink panties lying beside my shoe. I stooped over and retrieved them and shoved them back in my pocket. My face was burning-red.

I mumbled, “Thanks—they’re, uh, a present for my girlfriend.”

He winked and said, “Uh-huh, sure.”

He never stopped looking at me the whole time he was on the bus. Twenty-minutes later, when the bus stopped on a block in what was probably the roughest section of town, just before he and his friends left, he said to me with deadly seriousness, “Chica, maybe I should have you model your little panties for me and my friends.” He opened his jacket and showed me a gun.

My heart caught in my throat; deafening alarm bells went off in my head. Suddenly, he broke out in laughter and he and his friends left the bus. I was trembling with fear for the remainder of the trip.

The evening itself was thankfully uneventful. My car was not in the parking lot, which meant it wasn’t fixed yet, and I didn’t see Danny or Jennifer at all.

After dinner, I went to the bedroom and fired-up my laptop. I tried to read my favorite news and opinion sites but I was restless and couldn’t concentrate. I got up from the desk and stripped.

I had laid my new panties on the bed so I took them in hand and marveled at their soft and sensuous feel. I couldn’t wait any longer: I grasped the frilly lace waistband, and stooped-over and stepped into them. I unconsciously wiggled my hips like a girl when I pulled them into place.

“Mmmmmmm….” I groaned when the tight material encased my genitals. My penis became hard in a matter of seconds.

I sat back down at my computer desk and opened the file ‘Insurance Quotes.’ All of my favorite porn sites began listing on the screen. There must have been forty of them but I didn’t see what I wanted.

I typed in ‘peniscocksandpricks.com’ and up popped my newest favorite site. I added it to my favorites under the name ‘PCP’…it was the first gay website I added to my list.

I began stroking my panty-covered erection with my right hand while my left hand navigated the mouse.

The memory of Danny’s cock was still fresh in my head. He had held my hand on it, and moved it back-and-forth. I searched the photos for a long and slender hard-on.

Oh, there it is, I thought to myself when I saw a young man sitting next to an older guy, holding the older guy’s stiff cock.

And for only the second or third time in my life, I fantasized about a hard penis: that it was me holding that cock—that it was my hand moving up-and-down the long, slender erection.

My right-hand moved faster-and-faster; rubbing the sheer fabric of the pink, diaphanous panties over my throbbing flesh. I was getting close.

I suddenly stood and went to the bed and threw myself down on my stomach. My fingers made sure my foreskin covered the glans then I ground gizli çekim porno my pelvis into the mattress. I closed my eyes and furiously fucked the mattress.

In my mind’s eye, I was sitting next to Danny on his couch; my fingers wrapped around his warm cock; stroking his hardened flesh. My hand moving faster-and-faster as he groaned, “Yes—yes—yes!” His voice—his excitement sending powerful jolts of pleasure shooting thru-out my body.

It started as a sweet, but thrilling sensation in my balls. I pressed my dick harder against the panties, suddenly, it began, my back arched-off the bed, I buried my face in the pillow and screamed and then, the hot sperm and semen exploded from my balls and shot thru my pulsating prick.

I thrashed wildly about the bed, careful to keep my dick pressed hard against the mattress for the ultimate effect.

My head rolled from side-to-side but my cries of joy were muffled by the pillow; I was always mindful about not making too much noise, I’m sure it was from growing-up in a small house with my mom and two sisters.

Afterwards, I lay gasping for air, feeling the puddle of goo in my crotch quickly grow cold.

“Ohhh…” I groaned out loud. “…that was a good one!”

I was very pleased with my new panties…they were going to give me many enjoyable nights!

When I caught my breath, I briefly thought about doing laundry; washing my sheets and crusty panties.

“Nah,” I told myself, “…tomorrow’s another day.”

It was still fairly early, but it had been a stressful and long day and I was tired.

I made sure the alarm clock was set for the right time. I never wiped my prick dry; the fragrant aroma from my sheets filled my nostrils as I fell asleep lying in a pool of cold cum.

The bus ride the next morning seemed longer than the day before. My senses were on alert. When the bus stopped where Scarface and his two thugs had gotten-off, I searched the area, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Of course not, I told myself, guys like them roamed the streets at night—they were probably just going to bed at this hour.

The workday flew-by until I opened a box of Shirley of Hollywood babydoll nighties.

Oh my God, I gasped as my hands swam in the luxuriously sexy fabric.

I began to tremble as I neatly folded them one-by-one. My prick was already throbbing in my briefs when I came upon a pink, see-thru nightie.

Oh my God—this would go great with my new panties! I told myself.

However, this time, my conscience got the better of me; my common sense, anyway.

After balling it up and seeing that it would create a noticeable bulge in my pocket, I figured the only way to get it out of the store would be to put it on under my clothes and wear it past security. I considered it, but thought it would be too risky.

I thought: I’ll just go online and buy it and have it delivered thru the mail, like I’d done with several pairs of panties.

Crammed into the bus again; barely able to breathe…the stench of human failure all around me.

A sudden and jolting stop by the bus and a hand squeezed my butt then, tried to yank my wallet out of my back pocket. I twisted and turned and swatted the hand away. Once again, I couldn’t tell who the perpetrator was.

At every stop, I stared to see who was getting onto the bus, and then I saw them.

OH MY GOD—HERE COMES SCARFACE AND HIS THUGS!!!

Scarface wore that evil grin again. He and his friends pushed their way thru the crowded bus until we were face-to-face. The people were afraid of him—they moved out of his way to let him by.

“Chica,” he grinned thru crooked teeth, “…a pleasure to see you again…us meeting like this must be fate!”

The crush of people mashed me into his chest. I held tightly to a pole, he held my hips in his hands to steady himself.

“A boy like you shouldn’t be on this bus without protection,” he said, smiled, then, added, “…I’ll protect you—perhaps we can think of a way you can repay me!”

He stood with legs wide-apart, and rocked forward and back with the motions of the bus. He held me firmly to keep his balance.

Then a strange hand on my butt again. I whipped my head around and screamed, “STOP IT!”

Scarface leaned over me, pulling me closer to him. So close, I felt his erection pressing on my belly.

He said something to someone behind me. I could hear an old man repeatedly saying “Sorry—sorry—sorry”, his pleading voice in obvious panic-mode.

It must be the old man with the missing teeth who winked at me yesterday, I concluded.

Scarface began rubbing my buttocks with his large hands; he cupped them and pulled me tight against him. I couldn’t move away. He kneaded my buttocks and rubbed his erection on my stomach.

He whispered in my ear: “I want you to follow us when we get off…there’s an alley by the bus stop…you can thank us with that pretty mouth of yours….”

The hair on my neck stood straight; a rush of fear raced thru my body. He ground his hard cock on my belly, I couldn’t for the life of me move away from him.

I remembered the day before and how long Scarface rode the bus with me. In the meantime, he held me close and continually pressed his cock against me; smiling down into my petrified face.

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I was already annoyed with myself when I stepped off the train; when it became apparent that nobody was there to meet me, I was doubly annoyed. I should never have agreed to this in the first place.

I should never ever have agreed to come down here. I had just spent the last six hours on a train, when by all rights I should have been spending my Friday back in the apartment in Brooklyn having hot girl-on-girl sex with my girlfriend Aya instead of facing a torturous weekend with my family.

I had agreed to this weekend casually several months ago, never thinking that I would actually be called upon to go through with it. My Mom’s husband Siad had an uncle who has a cottage on an island on the coast of North Carolina. She said he might be willing to let us use it for a weekend. Wouldn’t it be nice to get the entire family together again?

Wouldn’t it be nice? Hardly! The very thought gave me a stomachache. What had I ever been thinking?

For the last hour, Aya and I had been texting back and forth, flirting away and getting bolder and bolder as we both got more excited. I had been getting obnoxiously horny, with no good way to do anything about it on a crowded train with a smelly bathroom. Later on I’d have to get a little ‘private time’ by myself out at the cottage.

It was half an hour before Melissa showed up. “Sorry, Sis. I misread the train schedule. Hope you weren’t waiting too long!”

I stepped into the blissful A/C of her rental car, and assured her that it wasn’t a problem. In the last half-hour of texting, while I sat on a bench in front of the train station in the 95 degree southern heat, Aya had gotten more and more bold and suggestive, toward the end telling me exactly what she was doing to herself while she fantasized about having my pussy all over her face. God, how I missed her! Now I was soaked in sweat from the heat and humidity, nervous and on edge about spending the weekend with my family, and just ridiculously turned on all at the same time. My pussy was seriously sticky inside my panties, and I couldn’t wait to get out of them. It was going to be a long weekend, I could tell already.

Melissa helped relax me as we drove out to the cottage. She is a cool girl, and though we’d never been particularly close, we’d always gotten along pretty well. She told me that she had been dreading this thing for weeks too, and we conspired to keep our mother heavily sedated for the duration.

A little family history: I was the oldest by almost twelve years. My father had died while I was an infant; I have only the barest glimpse of him in my memory. Then my mother had remarried, and along had come Melissa, and then Sean. Then my mother and her new husband, Siad (a second-generation Lebanese computer engineer) had divorced. Two years ago they had remarried, and to all appearances were as happy as could be together. In the middle of all this, I had come out as a lesbian. For almost a year, Mom didn’t talk to me. Then she changed her mind and wouldn’t stop talking to me: apparently she thought that being a dyke made me some kind of sex and relationship expert, and I got way more information about her and Siad’s sex life than I ever wanted to hear. Complicated enough for you? It was way too complicated for me. I generally avoided family gatherings at all cost.

What my Mom had described as a cottage looked more like a mansion to me. The place was huge! There were three bedrooms and a futon mattress in the common room. The rent for a weekend was about the same as Aya and I paid for our apartment in Brooklyn.

I felt very self conscious when all five of us were finally together at the cottage. Siad fidgeted uncomfortably and made small talk that seemed forced and out of place; Melissa and Sean both looked like they would much rather be anywhere else, and Mom wouldn’t stop giving us crushing hugs and kept breaking down in little crying fits. We all went out for dinner to the one small town on the island, and I drank a lot of wine; the alcohol had a good numbing affect. When we finally got back to the cottage, I stumbled up the stairs, head swimming, and passed out cold the moment my head hit the pillow. I slept long and hard, and didn’t dream.

It was late when I woke up. Sun was streaming through the curtains. My dirty clothes were strewn on the floor where I had left them. My hand slipped under the sheet and between my thighs and I discovered that I was already quite moist. Easing into the act, taking my time, I ran my finger very lightly up and down my slit, spreading the copious slippery juices around. My clit twitched with excitement. I pinched and pulled a nipple. My pussy tingled with expectation. Then the door swung open.

My mother knocked twice, after poking her head into the room. “Andrea, wake up sleepyhead! If you want any breakfast, you’d better hurry on down! We’re headed down to the beach.”

Oh… Damn. Regretfully, I got dressed and went downstairs. At least there was still enough coffee for me bakire porno to have a cup.

We spent the day at the beach, alternately swimming, napping and snacking. I have to admit that it was pretty nice. I had expected to be bored; I’m not usually much of a beach person. There wasn’t anyone else there; the next “cottage” was a mile down the island; the water wasn’t too cold once you got used to it; the sun felt great; and I found myself having a great time despite myself. Mom and Siad pretty much stayed on the beach on a blanket, reading their books; Mom with her martini and Siad sipping his iced tea while us three “kids” played in the surf. We avoided talking to Mom as much as we could and generally had a blast.

I hadn’t been around my two half-siblings in a long time. They had gone and gotten all grown-up on me. Melissa was twenty, and Sean had just turned eighteen and was starting college in the fall. They were both beautiful, dark eyed and smoky skinned (unlike me- gangly tall, blue-eyed and hiding my pale skin under spf-40 sun block); and Melissa was practically bursting out of her blue bikini (again unlike my flat-chested self, and yes I noticed, and yes I felt bad for noticing).

“Bad Andrea!” I thought “Must get mind out of gutter.”

But Melissa was, I kept noticing, looking especially good in that blue bikini. I’ve never really been a boob girl, but I kept catching myself staring at Mel’s. Her breasts were large, but perfectly in proportion with her curvy, svelte body, and they seemed to stand straight out from her chest without any need for support. She had a nice butt too, exactly the kind I like; full and curvy and just begging to be squeezed and licked and kissed. I couldn’t believe I was looking at my kid half-sister like that. I was going to have to masturbate soon, before I turned into a total pervert. It was a real shame that I didn’t get any cell service out here; I could really have gone for some hot phone sex with Aya.

At one point, we were all three knocked over by a breaking wave, and Melissa’s top got pulled straight down almost to her waist. I had a momentary glimpse of exposed breast and brown nipple as she pulled her suit back up, apparently unconcerned. I thought Sean might have caught a peek too, but I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t blame him if he did. He was pretty easy on the eyes himself, come to think of it. He had a distance-runners’ body; lean and muscular, just the kind I would have gone for if I went for boys. He had run cross country all the way through high school, and gone to the state championship. He had a cute ass too. I caught myself wondering what he had going on under those orange swim trunks. At one point, I saw them holding hands as they charged another breaking wave, but I didn’t think anything of it.

Later on, Mom and Siad announced that they were going to go visit some of Siad’s relatives, the ones who had the island cottage, and lived an hour or two away. We were all welcome to come if we felt like it, but they would probably stay the night over there. Unsurprisingly, we all three opted to stay on the island.

The three of us ordered pizza and drank beer and smoked a little pot that Melissa produced. We all got along really well, especially now that the ‘grown-ups’ weren’t around and we could relax; it was as if a load had been lifted from all of our backs. I invited them both to come visit me in Brooklyn anytime, and they both seemed into it.

After pizza, Sean and Mel wanted to watch a video; I excused myself. They put a Harry Potter movie on, while I went upstairs and took a shower. The hot water felt amazing on my body. I just luxuriated under the shower for a long time, washing away the salt and sand and sunscreen and enjoying the sensation of hot water on my naked body. I started to masturbate a little in the shower, but I didn’t get very far. The water started to run cold on me. Anyway, I wanted to make a proper job of it; I had been waiting a long time for this and I wanted it to be memorable, and I had brought one of my favorite toys along, stashed in my backpack.

I toweled off and went across the hall to my bedroom- Mel was in the room across from me, Mom and Siad had the downstairs bedroom while Sean was stuck sleeping on the futon in the living room- and slipped into my room, fully intending to have an extremely long, hot and satisfying masturbation session. Downstairs, I could hear Harry Potter on the television set.

Believe it or not, I fell asleep right away. ‘Just a little nap first’ I had thought to myself. The long day in the sun and the water and the pizza and beer had snuck up on me. When I opened my eyes again, it was late night, and the light of the full moon was spilling in through the window. My wet towel was still next to me on the bed, where it had left a rather large wet patch, and the only sound I could hear was the ever present low roar of the surf.

The idea came to me out of nowhere, but it was just perfect. brazzers I would go down to the beach and fuck myself silly under the full moon, just me and the ocean. I grabbed a beach towel, wrapping it around my body, and fished the pink silicone dildo out of my backpack. Moving quietly, so as not to wake up my sleeping siblings, I slipped out my bedroom door into the hall and down the stairs.

I had just reached the top of the stairs when a sudden sound or movement down below made me freeze in my tracks.

The front door swung silently open, and there was my half-brother Sean, softly illuminated by the ghostly moonlight, standing there completely naked. Drops of water beaded up and streamed off his smooth light brown skin, and his cock dangled thick and pendulous between his legs, crowned with a shock of black hair.

He looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful Sean.”

It was Melissa. I hadn’t seen her in the shadows. She was lying on her side on the mattress in front of the couch. She was wearing a pair of white cotton string bikini panties, and nothing else. “Come over here Little Brother, I’ve got something for you.”

I crouched down by the banister, barely daring to breathe.

“It’s been a long time, Mel” He stood framed in the doorway, looking for all the world like a piece of classical statuary, only with a bigger dick. He wasn’t erect, but he was definitely… thick.

“Yeah it has” Melissa said, sitting up on her knees. Her large breasts shook deliciously as she moved. She looked beautiful. “Too long.”

“We really shouldn’t be doing this” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing. My heart pounded in my chest. I was so afraid that they would catch me out.

“I know. It’s really wrong. We’ve talked about this. It’s not right. But I want you.”

Sean hadn’t moved from the doorway.

“We don’t have to. If you don’t want to.”

“What if she hears us?” Sean’s cock was starting to harden. He wasn’t fully erect, but his penis was swelling visibly, and starting to stick out. I hadn’t actually had sex with a guy since I was seventeen, but that doesn’t stop me from appreciating a sexy cock. And Sean’s looked really nice.

“She won’t hear us. She’s upstairs in her room” Melissa gestured at the stairway. I felt incredibly visible. I didn’t know how they could not see me crouching at the top of the stairs. “We’ll just have to be quiet.”

Sean nodded slowly.

“Come Here” Melissa said. She was kneeling on the side of the mattress. The moonlight caught the edge of her jet-black mop of hair. Her nipples, slightly upturned, were dark and pointy and swollen. Her breasts were perfect, flawless.

Slowly, as if he was in a trance, Sean walked toward her. His penis was sticking almost straight out; his testicles were drawn up in a tight package. As he crossed the room, I got to see his naked ass, only a shade lighter than the rest of his skin. He had a beautiful butt, tight and muscular, perfect for holding on to.

When he reached the mattress, Melissa took his ass in both of her small hands, and without a moment’s hesitation, opened her mouth wide and swallowed his penis whole.

Oh My God I was turned on! As silently as I could, I moved away from the top of the stairs, and down the hall a little so that I was almost directly above them. By peeking my head between railings, I could look down and see everything. I could clearly hear the slurping noises Melissa was making as she worked enthusiastically away.

I reached between my legs and confirmed that my pussy was wet. I tend to get extremely wet whenever I am excited (this can sometimes be embarrassing); my juices were already starting to run down my thighs. My clit was hard, peeking out from beneath its hood, ready for action.

At long last, Melissa took her mouth off of Sean’s cock. “I’ve wanted you so badly.”

Sean took her by her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. “I’ve missed you Mel.” They kissed for a really long time, deeply, like lovers who know each other well. Their bodies were pressed close together, Melissa’s breasts squished against Sean’s chest; Sean’s very erect wet cock nestled against her stomach.

“I love you Sis”

“I love you too, Brother.” She squeezed one of his tight buns and giggled “But not like that, of course.”

“Of course.” He stuck a finger into her armpit, making her choke down a loud squeal. It quickly devolved into a tickle-fight, tumbling on the mattress, poking squealing and shushing each other until it ended up with them lying side by side on the mattress, gasping for breath.

I had taken the opportunity to slide the plump pink dildo up inside myself, and I had been fucking myself with it, but oh so slowly, just reveling in the sexuality of it all. My clit was screaming at me, begging for attention; but I deprived it for now. I knew I would come as soon as I touched myself there, and I wasn’t ready to come just yet. I would be dede porno having many orgasms tonight, I knew; for now I just wanted to savor it.

“What do you want?” Sean asked, stroking her toned arm softly.

“What do you want?” Melissa rejoined

“Asked you first.” There was a long silence. I held still, afraid that they might hear me masturbating. I don’t think I needed to worry. They were in a world all their own.

“I’d like you to do it to me” Melissa said looking down “the way we did it the very first time.”

“You sure? That’s the way you want it?”

“Yeah. If that’s ok.”

“Oh yes Sis. That’s ok. That’s more than ok. That sounds fucking amazing.” Sean took a handful of her black hair in his fist and kissed her again, hard. His other hand cupped her large, full breast, squeezing tight. She moaned softly.

They broke off the embrace. Her nipples were swollen, sticking out like black cherry gumdrops. His cock bobbed eagerly. I thought I could make out the glisten of pre-cum leaking out the end of it. Melissa got down on her hands and knees, resting her head on the mattress and arching her back, thrusting her shapely ass up toward Sean (and me). With one sexy wiggle of her rear end, her little white panties were around her knees. I almost gasped out loud at her lovely exposed ass, so suddenly bared. She had a perfect butt, two smooth and firm half moons separated by a dark and mysterious crack that, God help me, I wished with every fiber of my being that my face were stuck deep inside, licking like a fiend.

Sean wasted no time. As I watched, steadily and deeply fucking myself with my head stuck between two railings watching them unabashedly, he got down on his knees behind his sister. Fully erect cock bobbing happily, he stuck his face between her thighs and started hungrily licking her pussy.

Melissa responded enthusiastically, moaning out loud and wiggling her ass fetchingly.

“Oh man Big Sis” Sean said, coming up for air “You are so fucking wet!”

And so was I.

“Just don’t you stop Baby Brother” Sean got back down below and resumed his ministrations. His hands stroked and massaged her sweet ass, avoiding (somewhat to my frustration) the forbidden territory between her gorgeous soft cheeks. His tongue must have found the right place because Mel was getting louder and more emphatic. “Oh Fuck Bro, I’m going to come!”

Well so was I. I couldn’t take it any more. Pink dildo crammed up my pussy, my finger found my clitoris and strummed. I went off like a rocket, shaking and writhing on the hall carpet in tandem with Melissa, biting my arm hard to keep quiet, leaving a deep blue bruise on my bicep that I would later have to explain away to Aya.

I couldn’t believe how fucking wet I was by now. The dildo was covered with gooey slickness, and I had left a genuine wet patch on the carpet. And I was still riding a knife edge, ready to explode all over again.

They were kissing again, kneeling upright, face to face, and Melissa had her hand on his cock. She was whispering in his ear, I couldn’t make out what she was saying. They were so beautiful, both of them together.

Melissa was down on all fours again, her big breasts hanging down, swaying sexily. Sean knelt beside her, and to my delight, spread those gorgeous ass cheeks and started licking up and down, all around her beautiful ass.

She moaned out loud “Yes… mmmm so good!” He had two fingers up inside her pussy, and his tongue was drilling deep deep inside her little asshole. When he moved his head for a moment, I actually caught a glimpse of her sexy little rosebud, glistening with his saliva, winking hungrily.

“Please” Melissa said softly “Hurry.”

That was all Sean needed. Removing his finger from her vagina, he stood up on one bent knee and guided he stiff penis to her rear entrance. Melissa’s hands went straight to work between her own legs. I watched, rapt, as they swayed and moved together in little thrusts, trying to fit his thickness into that tight place. It was a losing battle, but it sure looked (and sounded) as if they were both enjoying the struggle.

Finally, Melissa broke it off. Crawling away, she reached deftly into her bag by the couch, and retrieved a little clear bottle of lubricant.

Sean laughed “You had this planned all the time, Sicko!”

“Well Duh!” Melissa giggled, pouring some fluid on her fingers and reaching behind to slippery things up “Now stick that fucking thing up my butt!”

They resumed their previous position; Mel with her ass thrust high in the air like a cat in heat, Sean half-standing crouched behind her. Taking the little bottle, he squirted a liberal amount on his penis, spreading it thoughtfully while he contemplated his sister spread wantonly before him.

“God I’ve missed doing this with you Melly”

“Just do it Babe”

He guided his raging erection between her widely spread ass cheeks, finding his target and resting the head of his penis against her puckered anus.

Silently, she pressed back against him, impaling herself on his penis. Probably three quarters of his gorgeous, swollen dick was suddenly buried in her asshole. She raised herself up onto her hands and knees with a deep throated groan/growl.

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Dancing Ch. 02

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Note: This is part 2 of 4. Any similarities to real people or events are unintentional and coincidental.

* * * * * *

I spent the weekend hiding in my bed. I couldn’t face leaving the house in case I was recognised, and I didn’t want to see any more newspapers. I still couldn’t believe that Ben had thought we could get back together after he hit me, or that he and my agent had engineered a photo that ended up in the papers to go with him telling the world he was gay. I heard on the radio that his coming out had been greeted well by friends and the industry, but there was thankfully no mention of me, and even more importantly, no mention of why we had broken up. I could only hope that my part of the story would fade into obscurity pretty quickly.

I got a taxi to work on Monday, not wanting to face any more people than I had to. The driver didn’t comment so either didn’t know or didn’t care. I was dreading facing all the cast and crew that afternoon but I couldn’t sit at home feeling sorry for myself when I had work. There was no reason not to go in, and I was going to have to face the world at some point. I was also nervous of seeing Matt again, knowing that he had seen me in a complete state. Still, I must have looked awful so it would help me knowing that there was no chance of him wanting anything more from me. I didn’t know if he would be back to normal, or would still be friendly and kind, and I didn’t know which I preferred either. Knowing he could be like that, kind of made me want him more.

I saw emotion on his face as soon as I walked in the room, and he met my eyes immediately. There was something odd in them, perhaps nerves, and maybe a little concern like he expected me to break down again. I tried smiling to reassure him, but he looked even more worried.

“Have you seen today’s papers?” he asked, slowly.

I know I went white. It didn’t even matter what it said, clearly I was in there again, and whatever peace I had found over the weekend vanished. I sank down onto the seat next to him.

“No. I hoped there wouldn’t be any more.”

He looked very scared as he picked up a paper from the floor, folded so I couldn’t see the story on the front page.

“Do you want to see?”

Part of me didn’t. But it was obviously about me, and I couldn’t not know. I unfolded the paper and saw Ben’s face again, this time looking more sombre. The headline told me all I really needed to know, but I had to read every last word. He had told them all about what he did to me, and just like our agent suggested, a positive spin on how he’d been through therapy and rehab and addressed his anger issues, and how sorry he was. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

It was like some weird dream, reading his side of the story, how he’d been so stressed keeping his secret and his drinking had escalated. How one night he had been drinking heavily and finally snapped, and how he had taken it out on me with his fists. It even detailed the injuries he left me with, the broken ribs and bruises and the split lip and black eye. Thank god they didn’t have a photo of that, if any existed. They’d repeated the picture of us together the other night, just so anyone who hadn’t already seen me would now know me as the battered boyfriend.

This time I didn’t go to pieces, I just felt strangely numb. I knew this story was about me and him, but it felt like I was reading some work of fiction that I was totally divorced from. I had enough about me to realise that it wasn’t a good sign that I didn’t feel anything. Actually, I did feel Matt’s eyes on me, as I sat and stared into space. Yet again he took control, and I silently thanked him for it. He was fast becoming a rock as I was stranded in some strange reality.

“I’ve already spoken to the director, and he understands if you don’t want to work today. I think you should go home, because you won’t be able to concentrate on work if this is on your mind.”

I didn’t know what to say, but I stammered out “I’m sorry,” without thinking.

“Sorry for what? No-one is going to mind you taking time off.”

“I’m sorry for being weak.”

He looked at me strangely, and then seemed to realise what I was saying, although I didn’t fully understand it myself.

“You’re not weak. You left him, and that takes strength. You couldn’t have changed him, the only thing you could do was help yourself.”

A shadow passed over his features as he said it, and I had the sudden feeling that he knew exactly what he was talking about, because at some point he had been in the same situation. Our eyes met and it seemed that he knew what I was thinking. We had something in common, as bad as it was, and we now knew it. The way he spoke made me think he had taken more abuse than I had and he wished he had left sooner, but I wasn’t going to ask anything, it was up to him to tell me if he wanted. I hadn’t wanted anyone to know, and if it wasn’t splashed all over the paper, probably no-one but Ben, Tim and I would ever have known. Tim had been the one to take me to the hospital, encouraging me all the altyazılı seks way to lie and say I had been attacked outside the house and didn’t know who had done it. Even then, protecting his assets and his income.

“Yes, I would like to go.”

He just nodded, and led the way to his car, not acknowledging the moment of understanding we had shared, but it was hard to admit you had been a victim. It explained a lot about him and why he didn’t interact with others, or take up the many offers he was given. I hadn’t wanted to let people get close to me for a long time, still didn’t trust easily, and he had just taken that further. He’d already let me in a lot more than he was probably used to, and I wondered why.

Again, we travelled in silence. I kept running over what I had read in the paper, still not quite believing he had done that after I had asked to be left out of things. Everyone would know, and now they would not be jealous that I had bedded a man a lot of people wanted, they would pity me. I found it reassuring that Matt wasn’t doing that, but I had a feeling he would be just about the only one that didn’t, and that was due to some dark secret in his past that he hadn’t faced up to, he’d just shut himself down. When I got over this, I planned to make it my mission to get him back into the world.

I heard him swear, quite a surprise, as we turned into my road. My heart sank when I saw what he had already seen. There were reporters outside my flat, cameras and even a film crew. I let out a curse as well, panicked by the sight. He took it in his stride.

“Crouch down. We’ll drive right past and they’ll never know you were here.”

I did as he suggested, not able to think straight. I didn’t realise I had been holding my breath until we got around the next corner and I started to shake again. Matt kept on driving, and it was about five minutes before I even questioned what he was doing.

“Where are we going?”

“My place. They won’t look for you there and you can work out what you are going to do in peace.”

There didn’t seem much to say to that, it was the best plan and one I probably wouldn’t have thought of in my confused state. I just knew I couldn’t face those people now, and I didn’t want to talk about it to anyone, let alone some randoms just after a good story. I wasn’t going to sell my side of it, I just wanted all of this to go away, but there was nothing I could do.

* * * * * *

His house, when we got there, was what I expected. Everything was ordered and had its place. He had whole walls of books in his living room, and I figured he didn’t have much life outside work. He had an extensive collection of music as well. I followed him through to his kitchen and it was spotless. Not that my place was filthy, but I had washing up on the side and things out of place. I could imagine him washing each item up after every meal and making sure it was all back where it was supposed to be.

“Would you like a drink?”

“Tea would be great, thanks. I’d like to say something stronger, but the way I feel right now I’d end up having far too many.”

He nodded, probably glad I had suggested something soft too. I was probably going to be unpredictable enough without adding alcohol to the mix. He made himself the same and took them through to the living room, where I promptly collapsed on his couch. He sat down much more carefully, and looked like he fitted there perfectly. I was half sprawled on the thing and the only thing out of place in the room. He looked kind of nervous again though.

“I’ve got a spare room, you’re welcome to go have a lie down, and stay as long as you need to hide out.”

“I appreciate the offer. I need to get my head straight right now. I don’t know what to do. I could shout at Ben and my agent again, but that’s kind of redundant now they’ve splashed all that shit in the papers.”

“That was why you were so angry. They actually wanted you to tell this to the papers?”

“Yes. Apparently it would make great publicity for both of us. It seems to have been decided for me.”

“It’s not right. If you want people to know you have to tell them yourself. You were the one who should have made the choice.”

“I haven’t told anyone, and now the world knows. You’re right, it isn’t fair. He put me through that and now it feels like I’m going through everything over again.”

“Just when you thought you were free?”

“I guess. But it hasn’t left me yet. I don’t think you can just forget about these things and go back to normality, it takes time to heal emotionally even when the physical signs are gone.”

“Yes.”

He went silent after that, but we knew that this conversation was the barest of admissions he knew what I had been through from bitter experience. He wasn’t ready to talk, and I wouldn’t push him. If it was up to me he wouldn’t know about me either. I wished that it hadn’t taken something like this to bring him out of his shell a little and let me get to know what he was really like.

“I really anal porno do appreciate this. It can’t be easy for you either, dealing with a nervous wreck.”

He actually smiled at my lame attempt at humour. “It’s okay, I’m glad I can do something to help.”

It reminded me of how I had accused him, when we had our first dance lesson, of not being the type who would want to help. Now I realised I had been very wrong, it’s just that he was shut up too tight to let anyone see it. He was a really nice guy, and I didn’t know if I felt better or worse that I had been crushing on him as a result. It made more sense to me that I wanted him, but on the other hand, I’d been fantasising about doing all kinds of things with someone who I now realised was very vulnerable because of something that had happened in his past. Just like I was, and that was a recipe for disaster if anything were to happen between us in reality. All I needed from him was some friendship and I hoped that would help him a little too, and no matter what, I was not going to make a pass at him.

* * * * * *

We spent a comfortable day together, cooking and cleaning up after, watching some tv although he made sure we avoided the entertainment news and I appreciated his foresight in changing the channel fast when we realised that was next. I wanted to pretend that none of it was real for the moment, and live in a little bubble where I was normal. I managed longer and longer periods of time when it was all forgotten, and then reality intruded despite my best efforts. I developed a far away look when I was thinking about him, and Matt noticed, but it was only after quite a few of those moments that he asked.

“How is it going in there?” he asked, pointing at my head.

“Still hoping it’s a bad dream. I could have coped before today, but this is too much. I mean, Sunday I was the guy that had got to have Ben, any straight woman or gay man’s dream and I’d be the envy of all of them. Now I’m his victim. Everyone is going to want to know about it.”

“I don’t. I’d rather focus on the first bit,” he said grinning. “Like you said, everyone’s dream. So what does he really look like naked?”

I smiled back, amused that he was trying to take my mind off it this way.

“Pretty good. All those muscles and his tight ass, I could play with that for hours.”

He pulled a weird face and I wondered what I had said wrong until he made it obvious I’d not told him what he wanted to know.

“Come on, you’re talking to a gay guy. What’s his cock like?”

I was shocked but still laughing. What the hell, the guy had told the world I had been his punchbag.

“Real easy to give a blowjob to, if you get my drift.”

“You can’t ruin a dream like that. He should be hung like a donkey.”

“Sorry. I would have said there has to be something wrong with someone who looks that perfect. I’m being a bit harsh, but he’s average, nothing to get excited about. Just with the rest of that package it doesn’t matter.”

He still looked a bit miffed, like I had spoiled some fantasy for him.

“I could lie if it would help? You’ve got a thing for him?”

He blushed slightly, and then looked horrified.

“Not now. He is cute, but I never thought he was gay. Rubbish gaydar is my curse. Didn’t have you worked out, it took the newspaper on Saturday.”

I was surprised at that. “Seriously? I’ve only ever hidden it when I was with him. Mind you, I guess that was a long time, and since then I’ve not exactly been looking. Although, I did think you were trying to freak me out taking me to a gay club, so perhaps I did realise you weren’t sure.”

“Yeah, that was a bit mean of me. It was kind of a test, to see if you’d be bothered about going and also to see if you would do as you were told.”

“You’re a control freak?”

I could have kicked myself as soon as I said it, and then when I saw his face I knew I had fucked up. Of course he liked to have control of things, he’d had it all taken away from him at some point and now he lived his life to his own rules to make sure it didn’t happen again. I knew that feeling, I just didn’t take it as far as he did. Maybe whatever lurked in his past was worse.

“Sorry Matt, I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s okay. I’m oversensitive sometimes. I know you were joking. The club night was about lots of things, but I’m most glad I got to prove you can dance when you just chill out a bit.”

“Chill out? I was pissed! Has to be the most interesting dance lesson I’ve ever had though, and the most effective.”

He blushed and looked away. Was he thinking, as I was as the words came out of my mouth, of how closely we had danced and how we had touched each other? Remembering that had me reaching for my drink to cure my suddenly very dry mouth, almost able to feel his hands on me and the little jolts of pleasure they sent through my body. Dry mouth soon became the least of my problems and I excused myself to the bathroom, hoping he had not seen the tent growing in my trousers as I left the anime porno room. Suddenly relying on him seemed like a very bad idea. I didn’t know if I could be here like this and still keep control of myself. I was going to let something slip and destroy all the ease we had created.

I didn’t have time to get rid of my erection in a good way, and I wanted to get back to Matt now that we were making progress on a friendship. That was too important right now for anything else to get in the way, and I was just going to have to keep telling myself that. I splashed a little cold water on little Aaron in the hope it would keep him under control for the time being, and then went back to the living room to spend the most pleasant evening I had had in a long time with my new friend. We laughed at silly movies and it was just comfortable all night, and any time I had other thoughts I concentrated on why we were in this situation in the first place and that stopped them.

It was quite late when our director rang, and I felt bad for wishing that we wouldn’t have to go back to work just yet so I could revel in having Matt all to myself, no matter what the reasons for wanting that were. I put him on speaker so we could both talk and listen.

“How are you doing?”

“Okay. It was the people outside my flat that really freaked me out. I’m not happy about any of this, but the least they could do is leave me alone.”

“I’ve had quite a few calls asking for you. I haven’t told them where you are, and frankly I think it’s worth you keeping a low profile until this blows over. I’m not worried about the play, I just think you need some time. I’ve also torn your agent a new hole for doing this in the first place.”

“My ex-agent. I fired him.”

“Glad to hear it. If it weren’t that it would drag everything out for you I’d sue him too.”

“I’d rather forget about it.”

“Fair enough. Anyhow, we’ve had rehearsals without you two today, and for starters I wanted to say that everyone sends their best wishes, and no-one thinks any different of you, okay?”

“I appreciate that.” Didn’t know if I believed it, but it was still a nice thing to say.

“We are going to keep at the group rehearsals for the rest of this week. If it’s okay with you and Matt, I reckon the best thing is for you to do the same there. Most of your scenes are with him anyway, and then next Monday we’ll run through the whole thing all together, before the writer comes on Tuesday. Have you got a script there?”

Matt confirmed he did. Private rehearsals with him for the rest of the week sounded fantastic. Including the one thing we had not rehearsed so far, the kiss. Would it be good or bad that we were alone for that? As much as I had hated the dancing part, the kissing bit was seeming increasingly like a good idea.

“That’s it then guys. I’ll see you Monday. Any problems, give me a call.”

We went to bed not long after that, separately of course, although I was acutely aware that Matt was only in the next room. I was still scared about what would happen about the newspaper article, but I was also unable to stop thinking about what was happening and what I wanted. It had taken about three days for me to stop seeing the negative in Matt, because he had shown me everything else he had in him. If it weren’t for the emotional trauma I had been through I’d probably be yet another of the guys throwing myself at his feet and begging for more. And yet I knew that wasn’t going to work, and I wasn’t sure that anything would. Could he let anyone in to his life even further than he already had?

I couldn’t stop myself from stroking my cock as I thought about the day I had spent with him. It had been so good, he’d been caring and compassionate when I needed that, teased me when I needed a laugh, and had catered to every need I had. It just made him even more of an angel than he already looked. I wanted to get up and go into his room, erection bobbing in front of me, and get him to do something about it, but I had far more sense than to do that. It didn’t stop that being my fantasy as I stroked harder, imagining him sucking me before I did the same to him, and shooting all over myself in the process. I felt bad about it, but there was nothing I could do to make my feelings go away, I just had to make sure I didn’t show them or act on them.

Next morning we ate breakfast and it was just as nice as the companionship the day before. We smiled our hellos when we met in the kitchen and I tried not to think how cute he looked when he was smiling, his hair still messed from a night in bed. And I definitely tried not to think about how messy I could make that hair if we writhed together naked. Those thoughts had me diverting my attention, suddenly very interested in buttering my toast and not daring to look at him.

In fact, all was fine throughout the morning, as we rehearsed our lines and scenes where we were acting together, and read other parts for those we weren’t. It was really different to be doing this at home rather than on stage, and we giggled through some bits that shouldn’t have been that funny. When it got to the point of doing the dance part we had to move his sofa first so we had room to move, and I helped lift it over to one of the walls. He even had the right music at home, but I guessed we would have had to dance to something if he hadn’t.

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Daddy’s Cool Down

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Another long day of work ended as I entered mine and Daddy’s apartment at 5pm. As I rolled in the door the apartment was quiet, Daddy finished work at 3pm but would go to the gym for about 3 hours after work each day.

A little more about me and Daddy; we have been together for 3 years now and we were a very happy, sexually active couple. I am 22, 5 foot 5 with a slim figure with some curves around my ass, I did squats every day so my ass was large and firm compared to the rest of me, also my dick was around 5 inches when hard but that was rare since I got hornier when my ass was played with anyway. I have dark brown hair that falls to my shoulders and light blue eyes to contrast it. Daddy on the other hand is 25, 6 foot 1, and thanks to his regular gym sessions, he is muscular and strong which made me feel small and cute next to him. To compliment this his cock was a solid 9 inches. He has dark eyes and short black hair. We both shaved ourselves regularly, I did it to feel cute and fem and Daddy did it to highlight his gains, which are heaven to touch.

Back to it, it had been a distinctly average day at work and I was aching to go home from the last bite of my lunch. I finally arrived home and walked almost automatically to the bedroom. I looked to the bed and saw a tiny black thong and my trusty collar. Stuck to my collar was a note, it read;

Get ready babes, Daddy will be home at 6 xx

I felt my face heat up and made a small noise of happiness as I peeled off my work clothes, showered and cleaned up, inserted my silicone plug to make sure I was ready for Daddy, and dressed in my ‘outfit’ which really left almost nothing to the imagination. I lay on the bed for Daddy, trying out sexy poses, feeling up my smooth skin, and waited.

It was a quarter past 6 when I heard the door open and close, I heard Daddy take off his jacket and put it on a hook, and then I heard footsteps growing closer and closer to the bedroom. My stomach panged slightly from nervousness, even though this had happened many times before. I quickly and silently moved on the bed into a sexy 4 k porno pose, and saw Daddy come into the bedroom. He was wearing a vest top and lycra trousers, with a very noticeable bulge on the front which made my mouth water.

“Hey Daddy, how was your day?” I asked in the cutest voice I could muster.

“It was okay, better now I’ve seen you all sexy for me babes.” He answered and pointed his finger down to the floor in front of him.

I obeyed the silent command and rolled off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him. I licked the bulge through his trousers and took in the sweaty musk Daddy always had after he had worked out. I closed my eyes and slowly teased him as I heard his vest drop to the floor and felt a hand stroking my hair. Daddy let me have my fun teasing him for a couple of minutes before pulling the back of my hair down, forcing me to look up. I opened my eyes to see him looking down on me, I was practically drooling and still had my tongue sticking out.

He chuckled before asking. “Does my boy want to suck Daddy’s cock?”

He didn’t need an answer, he knew I was begging for it without saying a word, he likes me dumb and needy. He didn’t waste time and with his free hand he pulled down his trousers to reveal his massive, smooth, sweaty cock before moving my head and forcing it down my throat before letting go of my hair. I kept it completely in my throat for 10 or so seconds before I pulled back, gasping for air and my eyes beginning to water. I looked back up at Daddy and he hummed in approval before I went back to sucking and licking his cock. His musk and the act of being so submissive was putting me in heat. I needed it in my ass but I knew Daddy liked to watch me worship his cock so I carried on.

I took it deep down once more and felt it twitch before Daddy pulled out of my throat, leaving precum on my tongue. He pulled me up by the hair again and growled, “Are you going to be a good boy and take Daddy’s cock in your hole?” His grip on my hair tightened.

“Yes Daddy!” I moaned. “I need your 7 dak porno cock in my hole, I promise I’ll be good.”

“Good boy,” Daddy smirked, let go of my hair and pushed me onto the bed.

I lifted my legs up to show Daddy as much of my ass as I could. I felt his hands caress my hips as he slowly lifted away the tiny black thong, giving him view of my plugged hole in all its glory.

“Awww you made a mess babes.” Daddy said as he put the thong I was wearing on my face. The front was drenched in my precum and I sucked at it until he threw the tiny piece of underwear to the side.

“You’re such a little slut.” Daddy told me as he smacked my ass.

“Yes Daddy!” I gasped. He spanked me again.

“Yes Daddy what?” He raised his eyebrow and smacked my ass harder.

“Yes Daddy I’m a little slut!” I cried out. Smack. “I’m you’re little slut!” Smack.

“That’s what I like to hear!” Daddy growled and spanked me again, “You’re My little slut and I own this ass!” He spanked it one last time as if proving his point.

Daddy’s hand then moved to the plug inside me and slowly pulled it out. I gasped and moaned as my hole emptied. I didn’t need to worry however since as soon as the plug was out, Daddy began to push the tip of his cock in my ass. He took his time getting the tip in, stretching out my hole, and then forced in the rest of his cock, putting his post work out body completely on top of mine. I cried out and held Daddy tight, his sweaty muscles felt like home against my smooth clean skin. My ass hurt a bit from the sudden push inside me, but Daddy had me trained to take it all without a problem.

He lingered there with his full length inside me, his full body against mine.

“There’s a good boy.” Daddy smiled.

I grinned like an idiot and blushed a little. I loved when Daddy called me a good boy. Daddy chuckled and then kissed me roughly, making my head go light as I weakly kissed him back. He overpowered me so easily but that was the best feeling of all.

Daddy’s hips started moving and alman porno I felt his cock moving in and out of my ass. I moaned and cried out as it got rougher and rougher. Daddy was fired up from his workout and my willing and hungry hole was his outlet.

He was fully pounding my ass, his hips smacked against my cheeks about as hard as the spanking he had given me a few minutes before. My head was getting lighter, drool escaped my mouth as well as high pitched groans. I was hot, both from the hard fuck I was receiving and Daddy’s body against mine, by this point I was sweating myself. I held onto Daddy for comfort while his cock pounded against my prostate. I moved my head down and kissed his chest, I could feel his sweat on my lips and was surrounded by his post workout musk, which only made me beg for more.

Daddy obliged, somehow going even harder than he was. With every thrust he rocked my whole body, which lead me to tighten my grip around him. I wanted to feel every inch, every thrust, every sensation. I was not disappointed, Daddy knew that he was sending me deep into subspace, and he wanted me as submissive as possible in the bedroom.

After what felt like hours of Daddy’s cock pounding my ass rough and hard, Daddy slowed down.

“I’m going to cum babes, be a good boy and take Daddy’s cum!” He groaned.

“Yes Daddy, please cum inside me.” I cried back.

“Good boy!” Daddy groaned again as his cock hit my prostate 3 more times before it spasmed and erupted his hot cum inside me. Daddy was a heavy cummer and this time was no different. He pinned me down with his weight as I felt his cum fill my ass all the way up. He finally pulled out and laid down beside me, some of his cum leaking out of my ass.

Through teary eyes I saw his cock was glazed in cum and, without the need for instruction, I lifted myself up with what strength I still had and cleaned his cock with my mouth and tongue. His cum tasted lovely and I let it linger in my mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it up. I then fell back and shifted myself so I was on Daddy’s sweaty, muscular chest. I felt it rise and fall as he breathed deeply, and I also felt Daddy’s arm come around me.

We were both worn out and I was beginning to doze off as I heard Daddy say.

“Good boy.”

I made a small happy sound as I closed my eyes in Daddy’s arms.

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Aunt Arabel Ch. 01 – First Time

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As a kid growing up, spending weekends at my aunts was quite normal. A big part of my family lived in a short walking distance, so we all see each other on a daily basis.

My aunt Arabel was a 38 years old 5’6 brunette, with curly black hair, nice big tits and a large curvy ass. Her face was normal, but her body was great and she always used short or tight outfits that made men take notice of her “assets”. She also was rather outgoing, funny and open minded. I guess those traits were helpful in her marketing related freelancing job. She lived a few blocks away with her only daughter (my 19 year old cousin Kathlyn).

I was 18 and were on summer holidays. My aunt invited me to go to the beach with her and Kathlyn. Kathlyn had her friend Ruth spending a few days with them, so the four of us went to the beach.

We had to go very early in order to avoid heavy traffic. So, about 7am my aunt picked me up. The girls sat in the back still half asleep, and I sat in the front along with my aunt. The trip was uneventful as we made small talk and listen to music on the radio trying to fully wake up, specially Kathlyn and Ruth as they stayed up late in a party.

An hour and a half late we finally arrived to my aunt favorite beach. It had fewer people and warmer water. As we arrived early it wasn’t too hot yet, so after finding a nice spot we just laid down and ate some snacks. The girls were still sleepy and fell asleep again.

My aunt and I just kept talking as she made all the usual awkward questions about girls and stuff. I tried to reply without making her notice how uncomfortable how was talking about it with her.

A little bit later the temperature was rising so she told me to reach for the sunscreen and apply it on her back. I did as requested rubbing the lotion on her back and shoulders. But after that she told me to keep going and rub the lotion on her legs and butt too. I was a bit nervous to do it because I knew I would get excited with “boner probability”, but I had to do as requested. I began in her ankles and moved my way up to her legs and thighs finishing in her great ass. I did it in the most professionally non sexual way I could, but still felt my dick twitching getting a semi-boner. It was difficult not to get aroused as not only I was caressing my aunt thighs and ass, but also had a great view of her bikini pressed pussy lips!

I handed her the lotion so she could do her front, and lied belly down in my towel. She thanked me and made a joke about my hands being on her ass and now me being belly down on the towel. I laughed and tried to change the subject. She got up and told me it was her turn to return 1080 porno the favor and immediately began to rub my back and then went to my thighs, pressing and grabbing my muscles while pulling my shorts up to have a better reach: “Your ass is firm. All that sports is working for you!” she said and laugh.

“Maybe it would be better to wake them up before they get sunburned.” – I replied in order to quickly change the subject again. She agreed and woke the girls up and they applied the sunscreen too. After that we just played some cards while talking and laughing.

A while later, it was really hot, and they wanted to go for a swim. We got up and made our way to the water. I was behind them allowing me to take a good look.

Kathlyn was about 5’9, pale skin and long straight dark brown hair. Like her mom, she had big tits and large ass. Her body was firm as she was in a dance group. Ruth was about 5’8, pale skin with freckles and blonde hair. She was good looking with a slim figure and nice perky boobs.

Finally we were in the water and that helped my dick to rest. It wasn’t too cold but was enough to kill the semi-boner at last! We were swimming and playing. Pushing and pulling trying off balance each other in the waves. We were having fun, and I enjoyed seeing those bouncing tits and poking nipples. After a while, Ruth was feeling tired and cold. She and Kathlyn went back to the towels leaving us behind.

I guess my aunt might have caught me looking at her asses as they made her away out of the water, because she asked me another of those award questions.

– So, which of them have the best ass in your opinion?

– What? – I replied caught off guard

– Kathlyn or Ruth, which have the best ass?

– I don’t know. I guess I didn’t pay attention.

– Yes you did. I know you did.

– Uhhh… I don’t know… It’s awkward. Kathlyn is my cousin!

– And I’m tour aunt, but you still had your hands all over my ass! – She replied with a smirk.

– But you were the one asking me to rub the sunscreen!

– And you didn’t like it?

– I didn’t mind doing what you’ve asked.

– Nice reply smartass! So, how about it? Kathlyn or Ruth?

– Well, I guess it’s better to reply so you could let it go… so, maybe Kathlyn. I guess it’s bigger…

– ahahahah I have the same opinion. And it’s nice to know that you like a big ass. It means it wasn’t a big sacrifice when you had to rub mine!

I just smiled saying nothing and took a dive trying to kill the conversation right there before it went any further! My aunt then saw a girl floating near us and 2 k porno told me that she never seemed to be able to do it. I tried to explain how she should do it, but still she couldn’t. So she asked me to hold her. I had one hand in her back and the other was in her upper thighs. She just kept floating in my arms for a while.

Then she told me she would like to try other way, and without giving me any heads up, she putted her legs around my waist and leaned her body away letting it float. I had to grab her by the side of her ass while she had her crotch pressing mine. I was trying not to get another boner, but she had to feel my dick twitching a little! I was getting very uncomfortable trying my best to fight an erection! Luckily a bigger wave came and forced her to break her grip. I suggested that we should get back to the towels and so we did.

The rest of the day was normal. We played cards, ate and swimmed some more before heading back home. There was a little bit of traffic on the way back and we arrived just in time for dinner. I ordered pizzas while the girls were taking turns taking shower. I was the last to take a shower and while I was in there I just had to jerk off to relieve all the “tension” my aunt had caused me!

I got dressed and went back to the family room for pizza. It was a very hot night. Kathlyn and Ruth were in shorts and sleeveless t-shirts, while aunt Arabel had a short nightgown. All of them looked sexy and none of them had bras on. I had to quickly put those thoughts away before I had a hard on that would be very noticeable in my sports shorts.

We ate pizza and had some drinks continuing to talk and laugh. A while later Kathlyn and Ruth went to bed as they were very tired after not having much sleep the previous night because of a party. There were only two bedrooms so my aunt said: “well, they occupied Kathlyn room, so you’ll have to ‘bunk’ with me”.

I wasn’t expecting that and quickly replied: “I’ll be fine in the couch. I’m not even sleepy so maybe I’ll watch some TV.”

– “Ok, suit yourself. But there’s plenty of room in my bed. My ass is not that big you know…” – she replied laughing. She brought some sheets and a pillow and went to the bathroom. I covered the couch with the sheets, took my sports shorts off and covered myself to the waist and lied there zapping. After a while she came back to the living room.

– What are you watching?

– Nothing special. I was just zapping and just left it in the movies channel.

– I’m not sleepy yet. I’ll just join you for a while longer. Make some room for me please.

I was not understanding at 3 k porno first, but she just laid in the couch in front of me in a spooning like position. As I was taller than her, I could see the TV while her head was on my arm. She just pushed back, pressing her back against my chest and her ass against my crotch. But now I had only a thin pair of boxers restraining my dick. As she was finding the right position to make herself comfortable, her short nightgown pushed up, making her ass almost fully exposed. She didn’t even seemed to care about it, almost as if she was trying to tease me on purpose.

To make things worse, she grabbed my hand and pulled my arm so I would embrace her. Now it was official. We were spooning and my dick was twitching again. If she didn’t felt it before when we were in the water, she was definitely going to feel it now, as I had no space behind me to try to avoid it. My mind was racing and I tried to thing about everything that could prevent my dick from getting hard.

My aunt had the remote control and was changing channels and stopped in a movie that didn’t help. There was nudity and at the first sex scene there’s was nothing I could do to prevent it: my dick was fully hard pressing against my aunt ass and she was definitely aware of it. I stood in silence almost in panic, not moving and almost without breathing.

In seemed like an eternity of awkwardness, until my aunt began to move her hips a little like if she was cradling my hard cock between her exposed butt cheeks. My heart was racing and my mind was blown out, when I felt my aunt reaching my waist and moving her hand inside my boxers. At first I froze. But after a few seconds, as she fully grabbed my dick and began to stroke it, I gained some guts and moved my hand inside her nightgown and fondled her big tits.

We remained in that positions for a bit, until my aunt stopped. She reached her panties and pushed them off. I followed and kicked of my boxers. She resumed the position but slightly raised one leg allowing me full access to her pussy. I was dripping pre-cum and was with surprise that I found her pussy equally wet.

There was no stopping now, so I placed my dick in her pussy, rubbing her pussy lips first, and suddenly pushing all of it inside of her in one trust! She moaned but didn’t complained. As one of my arms was still under her head, I moved the hand that was caressing her tits to her pussy rubbing her clit. I was now fucking my aunt and it was the most excited I’ve ever been! I picked up the pace and began to fuck her faster as we both moaned softly preventing the girls to wake up. I felt her pussy to clinch my dick and it was all I could take… I just came inside of her shooting several times before almost passing out!

We just laid there for a few minutes before she got up and whispered: “The offer to come sleep in my bed still stands. And now I’m pretty sure you don’t mind my big ass”.

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Assisted Living Ch. 02

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As exciting as the afternoon had been, and likewise a little confusing for me as I was still having trouble wrapping my mind around everything that had happened, I decided to lay down for a little nap. Not only would it give me a chance to recover and rest up, but it would also allow me the time I needed to consider everything that had happened.

Cathy knew me better than anyone else. Whenever I had a problem or concern to work through, I needed that alone time to consider all the options. Usually after that, I would then discuss them with her and get her take on things. I had always valued my wife’s thoughts and opinions, and very often sided with her way of thinking when I’d sat down to discuss things with her.

I was torn. On the one hand, it had indeed been arousing to see mom and dad enjoying themselves, and more importantly even, seeing mom enjoy it when my own wife went down on her. That admittedly was hot! And yet, I felt a little guilty too. Was it normal for a guy to get off watching his own mother get off? Let alone his own father? I had…and because I had, I was having to work through all the reasons why. What were the consequences of that, if any? Would it change me? Would it change the way I thought of my parents? In some ways, it already had. But was that so bad? Did I see them as anything less than the people I still loved and cared for? No. But I still struggled with it anyway.

I must have eventually fallen asleep. Because it was the sound of mom’s voice waking me a while later.

“Dave honey? You might want to think about getting up, taking a shower. We’ll have some additional guests arriving before too long.”

The sun hadn’t quite set, but it would be doing so in less than an hour now. I knew that mom and dad had already made plans earlier to have a beach barbeque that evening, and that both Jack and Shelly had been expected then. I also learned that their kids had driven up, and would be joining us as well. Opening my eyes just in time to see mom leaving the room allowed me a brief respite to all my worried and nervous thinking. She was wearing her bikini again, so at least I wouldn’t be faced with the dilemma of seeing her naked, and then getting an erection because of it.

I passed by the living room, sitting area on my way to the bath/shower room. Once again, glad to see that both dad and Jack were again dressed watching something on the TV. I caught a glimpse of mom and Cathy busy in the kitchen preparing some side dishes for the evening, and that Cathy too was wearing her bikini again as well. I showered and then slipped into a clean pair of swim trunks, along with a sleeveless tee shirt. I soon headed out to see what I could do to help as Jack and my father stood preparing the barbeque down on the beach. They had even set up one of those canopy pavilions with a long dinning table beneath. Admittedly, it looked warm and cozy as well as exotic with the ocean waves lapping at the beach just a short distance away.

I was in the process of lighting the charcoals along with several torches we’d stuck down into the sand around the pavilion we’d be eating in, when I heard Jack speak up.

“Ahh, the kids are here!” He said. I turned looking back up towards the house, mom, Shelly and my wife all carrying down various trays of food they’d prepared. And along with them a young man probably close to my age, and an older looking woman, somewhere in between Cathy and mom’s age perhaps. The term “kids” didn’t fit them either, as they approached.

As mom and Cathy placed the trays of food they’d brought down, Shelly made introductions. Obviously, she had already done so for my wife as Cathy continued spreading things out, Jack walking over to hug each of them separately, as Shelly spoke.

“Dave? This is our son Roger, and our daughter Christine.” It was obvious that Jack and Shelly must have had Christine very early on…with Roger coming along several years later. There was an obvious difference in their ages. And I was surprised that it was just the two of them that had come along by themselves. Perhaps Roger wasn’t attached to anyone yet, but I found myself asking, “What was Christine’s story?”

Roger was wearing a pair of swim trunks similar to my own, though without a shirt on. By the tone of his body, he obviously worked out, and I found myself just a tiny bit jealous of the hint of a six-pack he carried, and which I did not. Though I certainly didn’t have any kind of a gut by any means. Christine however was again the real mystery here as I saw her. Attractive yes, in a strange way. Very little makeup, shoulder length dishwater blonde hair that wasn’t exactly styled, just hanging loose, but even more oddly. She wore what almost appeared to be one of those short bathrobes, which was currently tied tightly around her. She obviously had well defined legs beneath the somewhat short hem of that cotton robe, but it was difficult to tell much of anything else, save for the fact…like her Casibom mother, she had fairly large breasts as well. Though there was no other hint of them from where I stood.

With introductions made, we soon sat down to have a drink together as dad finished turning the meat and fish on the barbeque. There’d be strip steaks, salmon, and lemon chicken, along with several side dishes, so plenty to eat. And after everything that had happened earlier in the day, I was famished. Though as it later turned out, so was everyone else. I couldn’t help wondering if they were all thinking the same thing I was, the frenzied activity we’d all engaged in earlier that had made us this way, with the exception of Roger and Christine of course.

With a great deal of really friendly chit-chat, along with several pitchers of Mai’ Tai’s, we were all feeling pretty good and relaxed as we sat back digesting the feast we’d just eaten.

After a short period of time, Christine suddenly stood, holding out her hand towards her brother. “Come on Rog…time for a swim,” she announced. Roger stood as well, accepting her hand, and then walked so towards the beach, the rest of us looking on. I expected to see the two of them simply wade in. But then watched as Christine suddenly removed her robe, allowing it to fall. She’d been totally naked beneath it! As she did that, Roger too removed his trunks, stepping out of them and tossing them over on top of his sister’s discarded robe before rejoining her at the ocean’s edge, likewise, buck naked now. I looked over towards Cathy, but saw by the expression on her face, she was just as surprised as I was in seeing this.

“I guess now’s as good a time as any to tell you about our kids,” Shelly began.

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It took a lot to actually surprise me. And that included finding out about mom and dad. Something I had come to accept knowing, and obviously seeing now. But hearing the specific details as Shelly spoke, indeed had taken both Cathy and I by surprise.

“Not very many know of course,” she’d continued. “Where they live and work, everyone sees them simply as man and wife, even with Christine being several years older than he is. Something of which, many of their friends have simply come to accept without much problem. Obviously however, their actual relationship remains a secret.”

“Unfortunate too,” mom actually spoke jumping in. “You can tell how much they truly do care for one another,” she’d added to that, receiving a lifted eyebrow from me in response to that from across the way. Mom smiled, but then averted her eyes, speaking more directly towards Cathy than to me. “The first time we met them when they came for a visit a few months back, and after Shelly had told Mack and I about their relationship, I told the two of them to simply be themselves while they were here. Which they did. It’s so much nicer, and easier not having to pretend to be someone you’re not, wouldn’t you say?” She asked still smiling at my wife, and then looking over directly towards me.

“Oh, I couldn’t agree more!” Cathy responded. “And after what happened earlier today, I think that certainly proves that out, don’t you think so too honey?” She now asked looking in my direction as well.

I felt for a moment like everyone was looking in my direction. So I simply nodded my head yes in agreement without really saying anything.

“Well then good. And now that, that’s out of the way, what say we go down for a bit of a skinny dip ourselves?” Shelly suggested, and with that, stood up and easily fell out of her bikini once again. Both mom and Cathy followed suit, with dad and Jack both walking towards the beach wearing their suits, though they soon pulled theirs down and off as well once near the water. And though there was a full moon, and well lit outside, it was still just dark enough to not completely and totally make out anything. With a shrug, I slipped my own trunks off too, and now joined seven other naked people splashing and playing around in the water.

Hearing, and now thinking about the fact that Roger and Christine actually lived together, and obviously had sex together was still a little weird for me to consider. But then again after everything that had happened so far, what wasn’t a little weird now anyway? And what was one more thing to be added to that? Though I would soon learn the answer to that one shortly. After a short time, mom and Shelly had gone back up near the pavilion where they had placed a stack of rather large towels earlier. The two of them together now, spreading them out into a rather large area, big enough for all of us to lie down on when the time came. I turned back towards Cathy giving her an inquisitive, worried look, once more looking up towards the beach. I felt her hand suddenly find me beneath the water, partially hard…something of which I couldn’t help. Not with all this naked female flesh surrounding me, even if one of them was my mom. Images of that popping into my Casibom Giriş head again now too as Cathy stroked me to an even greater firmness.

“What are you worried about?” She asked me. Likewise glancing up towards the beach now. Shelly and mom laying side by side, half sitting up looking towards the beach, though each one with their hands in the other’s crotch.

“That!” I indicated, shaking my head, just as dad, Jack and everyone else decided to head out of the water as well, leaving Cathy and I to stand there.

“Well?” Cathy asked turning. “You coming, or are you just going to stand there?” she asked. I looked down at myself. I was about as hard as I had ever been.

“Like this?” I asked.

Cathy looked back up towards the blanket area. By now, everyone else was there except for the two of us. “I don’t think that really matters any more…do you?” She asked, once more redirecting my attention towards them. Roger was standing in front of his mother, and she was busily sucking his cock! Christine had walked over to stand beside her father, the two of them looking on while Shelly did that, her hand now coming out to wrap itself around her father’s prick as she toyed with it playfully looking on.

“Well, I’ll be damned!” I said still looking on.

“Maybe,” Cathy laughed. “And maybe I will be too, but I’m not going to just stand down here and miss all the fun!” She quipped, and then took off at a run, spitting up sand towards me as she did that. She was already down between my mother’s legs by the time I got there, licking and eating her again. Seeing my wife’s cute firm ass pointing upwards as she did that wasn’t missed on me, or anyone else for that matter. And as dad had said earlier, he so spoke again.

“You’d better go and fuck that…or I will.” I don’t know if he was really being serious or not, but I moved over behind my wife before he could make the decision for me. In seconds, I’d thrown every inhibition I had to the wind, entering my wife’s cunt from behind as she continued licking and sucking on mom’s pussy.

“Come here Mack,” I heard Christine calling out towards my dad. I looked over then, just in time to see her placing dad’s prick against Jack’s, now holding the two of them together, as she began mouthing, and licking the two of them simultaneously like that.

“Oh, that’s hot!” Mom exclaimed wantonly. “I love doing that myself!”

For the briefest of seconds, I had this weird image of mom holding my cock against dads as she sucked and licked them together. Though only for a second as I quickly shook the thought out of my mind. “What the hell?” I asked myself, realizing as I did, that whatever moral judgments and inhibitions I still had were making all this very difficult for me, even now.

“How’s this for an idea?” Cathy suddenly announced. She turned then, literally uncunting me when she did. A moment after that, I had my cock inside her mouth as she knelt now in front of me, tasting her own juices. Though that too, only for a second or so before she turned once more towards my mother. “Doris?” She said looking over, calling mom by name. “How’d you like to help me with this?” She asked, still holding, and now waggling my very erect stiff cock at her like a person holding a bone towards a puppy, preparing to throw it. I half expected Cathy to yell “fetch”, though to be honest, I think I was still in a bit of a fugue in realizing what Cathy had just asked my mother.

I caught mom’s eyes only for a moment. They almost looked pleading when I did, but whatever hesitation, or fears she might have had, were quickly overcome before even I could respond to what happened next. Suddenly I was looking down, my wife…and mother, each one with a hand on my prick, and each one with a tongue or pair of lips nibbling and sucking away at my almost painful erection.

“About fucking time!” I heard dad’s voice saying from across the way. “She’s been wanting to do that before I can even remember!”

I honestly do believe now there’s a point when you do cross that line in the sand, and realize there is no going back. And when you do, you almost immediately make a decision to live with and accept that, or burden yourself with guilt and anxiety forever afterwards. For me, it was almost as though someone had thrown a switch inside my head. Looking down now as my own wife, fed my own mother my cock to suck on was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. There was something not only very sensual and seductive when she did that, but in a very odd way perhaps, there was something nurturing, and comforting about it too. I moaned deeply, pleasurably, and without reservation as mom gathered my hard stiff cock about as deeply as she could, sucking…almost gagging on it before passing it back towards Cathy again.

“You know what I’d like to do?” Cathy now suggested, as mom and I both simply looked on. I knew right then and there, I was going to do whatever it was that Cathy Casibom Güncel Giriş came up with.

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“Lay down, and close your eyes David!” Cathy said, using my more formal name. Something she never did unless she was really serious. I took that to mean, she was, and as I said before, I did what she asked without question. Lying back on the towel, the heat of the still warm sand coming up through the material as I laid back, eyes closed.

“No peeking,” she once again warned, even placing one of her hands over my eyes as though trying to insure that I didn’t. I heard no other voice though, save for movement, and that which was still taking place around me, though even that seemed to become more like background noise than anything else. I felt someone’s hand on my cock again, a brief stroke or two, more or less. And then the exquisite wet softness of something else. Only when dad spoke did Cathy take her hand away. By then, it really didn’t matter any more.

“She’s been waiting to do that too!” He said.

I looked up. Mom sitting on my cock now. It was fully inside her, though neither one of us moved.

“Mom…”

“Shh, don’t speak, don’t say anything. Just let me sit here and feel this,” she whispered. I looked over at my wife. Her smile, her eyes saying it all. She was enamored by this even more so than I, one hand still cupping and gently caressing one of mom’s breast, though she soon let go, standing now, and circling us with one hand on her own breast, the other between her legs as she looked on.

“That is SO fucking beautiful!” She spoke softly, still circling, as mom only then rose, slightly, slowly…almost all the way, before lowering herself again, likewise just as slowly and softly. I could hear footsteps in the sand, and then in moments, almost everyone had gathered around to watch, a near perfect circle about us as Cathy joined it, now standing next to dad. I saw her hand reach out, grasping my father’s hard stiff prick as he stood there looking down on us. For some reason I couldn’t quite meet his eye, looking back at mom again, who was looking now. Looking at me, tears in her eyes that almost freaked me, had she not spoken when she did.

“Oh honey fuck me. Fuck your mother baby. Please baby please…fuck me, I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long…long time!”

I slid into her with every ounce of strength that I had, as she likewise came down on me simultaneously. The two of us meeting there together in a crescendo of unbridled lust and desire, culminating in a moment of time, of sweet pure ecstasy and passion. I could now hear the sounds of my mother’s wet, wanton pussy. The liquid of her sex encompassing me with each furious stroke. The lather of our coupling becoming almost frothy with each lunge, with each plunge of my prick at she buried it deeply inside herself.

“Oh fuck!” Someone said, though whom I cared not. All about us now, the cries and sounds of others, likewise doing the same now. I managed to catch glimpses here and there, Roger behind his mother. Fucking her doggy, pounding into her almost as fast and as furious as we were. Christine on her back, her enormous tits gyrating wildly upon her chest. Her legs spread, bent forward almost touching her own head as Jack knelt there between her legs, holding onto them, pressing her back as he likewise drove into her, in and out…in and out. And somewhere in all that, the all too familiar sound of my wife’s pleasure. I almost didn’t want to look, and yet I did. Looking instead back towards mom. Surprised to find that she was looking. That look of joy, desire still etched deeply within her face as I finally did turn my head, now looking where she was. Though at a slight angle towards us, dad too was on his back. Cathy sitting astride him, facing towards mom and I. Dad’s hands cupping my wife’s breasts as she rode his cock, looking over, still watching us.

“Oh yeah, fuck me! Fuck me Mack! Fuck my hot horny cunt!” She screamed out.

Having heard that, for some reason, I rolled over, pulling mom with me, somehow staying inside her as I did. She was now on her back, and I slammed into her with everything I had, all the while looking up and over towards my own wife, still sliding up and down furiously upon my father’s cock, as he in turn met her with each forceful stroke.

Oddly, even with everyone else around us, still going at it as well, it seemed my whole world, every bit of attention was now focused on mom, on my wife, and my father, as though no one else even existed.

“Oh that’s it! That’s it baby! I’m gonna cum honey. Make mommy cum baby. Make mommy cum!”

I felt as well as heard her when she did. Her pussy becoming a proverbial pool of hot sticky cum-cream. Made more so as I emptied my balls into her. Each delicious spurt of my semen, now filling her, spurting inside. Each maddening throb joining one of hers. Her cries of delight, now added to my own as we came together. All sound now, save for that of ourselves, somehow extinguished, no longer apart of these, even though an echo of my wife’s intense orgasm somewhere off in the distance seemed to register somewhere in the recess of my mind.

I honestly think I blacked out.

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“Fuuuuck! I love it! So good! Don’t stop!” I was lost in the feeling of how natural it felt to take his load. I didn’t even care that I hadn’t cum. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass and that meant I got my reward. I loved it and let Sam know, “Oh Sam! Oh fuuuuck! Keep cumming man!” I tried to keep squeezing my hole, milking his cock and keep him in me and not lose a drop.

“Unnnnhhh… unnhhh… unhhhh!” I could feel Sam flexing his cock in me, pushing more of his seed into me, deeper. We continued to kiss and Sam’s weight slowly melted onto me. We lay there, locked in an embrace, his cock still hard and our breathing slowly returning to normal.

My head was buried in his neck and my hands were still on his ass pulling him into me, not letting him out.

I turned my head to look at Sam. “I want more of that. A lot more of that.”

We spent the rest of the night draining ourselves.

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In the coming weeks, Sam and I continued to fuck like crazy whenever possible. Our results came in and they were perfectly clear. Being able to bareback opened us up to a more intense world as the intimacy seemed to increase. I would occasionally wake up to feel his hard dick digging into me during the night, whereupon I would open myself up to him and enjoy a sleepy fuck that felt like part dream and part porno. I would lie on my side, pushing back into Sam’s hot cock, his precum our only lube sometimes, until he gushed his load into my willing ass. Arms wrapped around me, head buried in my neck, legs twisted with mine, a slow passionate fuck that became a fantasy of mine without even knowing it. I was becoming more submissive and while I was still looking at women, my sex life became consumed by cock – Sam’s cock. We still maintained a balance of being FWB but the reality was that we often put sex with each other over sex with others… that’s not to say we didn’t have others in our bed’s…

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A few weeks after going full bareback, during another hot sex session, Sam started to tell me how he wanted to see me take another cock. He was bent over me, giving it to me from behind and whispered into my ear, “Don’t you wish you had a cock to suck on, right now?” I moaned loudly and it was obvious that I did and Sam knew about my previous experiences.

“Wouldn’t it be so hot, to hold a cock in your hand and have another in your mouth as I fuck you like the slut you are? Is that what you want?”

“Unnnnh yesssss daddy. Anything for you.” The thought turned me on so much and I tried to push my hole back on to his cock more.

“No,” Sam replied, “I know you’ll do anything for me. I want you, to want it for you; I want to see how slutty you are, how bad you need it.”

I breathed out, “I want it bad. I love cock. I want to be used.”

Sam leaned back, “Fucking right you do!” he exclaimed. “That’s fucking hot.” He started to pump my ass hard and the sound of him slamming his cock into me filled the room.

Now it was my turn to give it back to him, “I want cock! Lots of cock! Filling me, while you watch me take it!”

Sam grabbed my hips even harder and started power fucking me, pulling his cock all the way to where just his head stayed in me and then slamming it as hard into me as possible. It hurt but in a good way. “You like that? You want to be used? You want to be my fuck toy? Used by my friends? Become a gay toy?”

I moaned loud, “Oooohhh god yes!” and my cock got rock hard again after going down a bit from him slamming my ass.

Sam pulled his cock all the way out and told me to flip over, “I want to see you tell me that’s what you want.”

I flipped over and pulled my knees back and Sam played with his cock at my hole, teasing me.

He grabbed my cock which was leaking and played with it, “Wow! You are really turned on by this idea aren’t you?”

I nodded, “Yes! I’d love another threesome!”

Sam pinned my legs back as far as they could go, exposing me and opening me up even more. He then drove his cock into me in one easy push.

I wrapped my legs around him, “I want your friends to fuck me.”

Sam leaned down and kissed me aggressively to which I responded in turn while pulling him into me.

“Is that what you want?” Sam asked as he continued to fill me, kissing me between words. “You want more cock?”

“Yes! Set it up babe! I want it!”

Sam started to have an urgency in his thrusts when he heard me say it.

“Yesssss! Fucking! So! Hot!” Sam started to moan and I could feel him get harder and his breathing quicken.

“Breed me daddy! Cum in me! Make me ready for other guys!” I 100% wanted other cock and with Sam’s cock in me, I couldn’t wait to have more.

Sam slowed down his thrusts and pressed Casibom into me even more deeply as he unleashed his seed into my eager hole. “Unnnnhhhhhh! Fuck yeah babe! Take my load! Take your reward!”

I buried my head in his shoulder as he came and tried to revel in the feeling of him loading my ass up with his sperm. This was my favorite thing in the world because it was so intimate yet taboo. Two people could never be closer than at this moment. I now understood why some of my ex-girlfriends were such cumsluts – I loved it too, now.

I was close to cumming but didn’t care as long as Sam had given me his load. At this point in our relationship, Sam would sometimes not allow me to touch my cock until he said I could. Sometimes he wouldn’t even allow me to jerk off for days to make me even more willing to have me cum from him fucking me and of course when I did cum, it would be a huge load. If he didn’t make me cum from him just fucking me, he might finger my ass and help me out but he might also punish me by not allowing me to unload at all just to show me who was in charge. When I did cum, it was almost exclusively from just prostate stimulation. My loads were huge and my orgasms dizzying. It was worth it not to touch myself for that alone. Sam was trying to train me into just being “a fag that needs cock to cum”. It was working.

After that night, we discussed how we would set up our threesome. Sam said he had an acquaintance, Alex, that liked to play and he was sure he would be into having fun with me. They had never hooked up but Sam said they always flirted and Alex had a reputation as a good guy. He emailed him to catch up about how he was doing and drop some “subtle” hints.

“… my new friend is discovering some new things about himself. We should catch up… “

Alex responded that they should indeed get together and Sam and him did meet up for coffee but after that, Sam didn’t say much about it except for that Alex was interested but that he had lots of “things” going on and it might be a while before we could all get together. In the while, though, Sam continued to fuck my ass and push my limits, blindfolding and tying me up among other things. I knew I loved sucking dick, but one evening, I got an even better understanding of how much I loved dick.

A few weeks later, Sam and I had met up at his place on a Thursday night with no plans except to get high and fuck. As we passed the dong bong, back and forth, Sam played some bareback porn for us on the computer and he started to talk that talk, “I can’t believe what a cocksucker I’ve turned you into. I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

I took a big rip of the bong, held it and finally exhaled, before smiling at Sam, “Your cock makes me greedy.”

A very nice high had fallen upon me, making me even more relaxed and horny. We didn’t have to work the next day so I was planning on staying over and letting things happen. Sam kept checking his phone but I didn’t really think anything of it. We lay on his bed, making out and playing with each other’s cock and my hole. By this point in our relationship, my ass didn’t need a lot of warm up – Sam had truly made it his hole. We were down to just our underwear and Sam moved on top of me, stroking my cock lightly, tickling it, and making it hard as an iron spike. “I love seeing how excited you get for me,” Sam smirked and then mocked me by saying, “It’s so hot for a straight guy.”

I squeezed his cock through his underwear and muttered, “I think you fuck the straight out of me a bit more every time.”

“Yeah? You like that though, don’t you? Getting a bit gayer every time we fuck?” Sam squeezed my cock harder as he emphasized on the word ‘fuck’.

“Yesssss… I love getting fucked by a cock. So much… feels so good. So natural.” Even after the months of him pounding me full of his cum, our sex talk never stopped and in fact, would often escalate in its degradation and submissiveness.

“It is natural, babe. I love hearing you say that.” Sam leaned in to kiss me and I wrapped my legs around him.

“Fuck me babe. I need it!” I begged.

“Fuck! You are even starting to sound gay!” Sam said and mimicked how a fey sounding guy might sound, “Fuck me babe! I neeeed it!”

“Nooo!” I said, looking Sam in the eye. I was partly offended by his comment but my cock hardened and flexed at the thought and my ass tingled.

Sam laughed, “Ha! Look at how hard you are… You want to be gay! You want to be a complete fag and walk around like a twink, swishing that ass!”

I was torn; the idea of being a twink repulsed me but turned me on so much. I knew Sam was just talking dirty to me but this took it to a new level. My ass literally opened up at the thought of being an out of the closet twink who reveled in his gayness. I had never wanted cock more in my life at that moment.

“Fuck me, Sam! Keep making me gay! I want it! I want to be turned, babe! Fuck me! Like a twink!” I rolled my ass up and ripped off my Casibom Giriş underwear. I think I caught Sam off guard, “Wow” was all he managed to say.

I lay on the bed and pulled my legs back, fully exposing my ass to him. “Fuck me baby! You own my hole! Convert me even more!”

Sam dove in headfirst, pulling my cheeks apart and driving his tongue deep into my pussy. I moaned like a bitch.

“Pleasssseee fuck me!”

“Not yet… you need to have your pussy spread open for me… show me how bad you want it.”

I decided to turn the tables on Sam and put on the gayest accent I could, “Fuck me stud… fuck my pussy and make me your bitch!”

It had the effect I hoped for. Sam didn’t even pull his underwear off all the way, he just pulled his cock out, lubed it up and drove it into me with my hands pulling him deeper into me, the both of us letting out moans as we became one. My knees and feet were almost over my head as he filled me up, his hands on my shoulders and the back of my knees on his shoulders. Sam drilled me hard and fast, “I love hearing you talk like that! I’m going to convert your ass for real. Make you never want women again… just like you want. Make you walk and talk like a fag!”

I gasped and looked up. Sam had me bent almost in half and I could have sucked my own dick if he kept at it. Unfortunately, his apartment phone rang to let us know that someone was downstairs. Sam stopped and looked at me and smiled, “You ready for a big surprise?”

“Don’t stop fucking me!” I pleaded. I couldn’t believe that he was stopping to answer the phone.

“Ha! You have no idea how fucked you are about to get.” Sam pulled his cock out of me and answered the door buzzer, “Come on up!”

Suddenly, it hit me – we were about to have our threesome! “Is that Alex?!?!”

“Yup! You ready to have some fun?” Sam pulled his underwear all the way on and a pair of shorts with a t-shirt so I did the same. Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any hotter, the temperature was about to go way up!

Soon, there was a knock at the door and Sam let Alex in. In walked a very slim, good looking guy. About 5’10 with blonde hair and green eyes, Alex carried himself with confidence which was evident when he introduced himself.

“Hi. I’m Alex” and laughed lightly as he looked me up and down.

Sam introduced me, “This is Matt. The guy that’s been waiting for you and he’s very warmed up and ready for you.”

I finally spoke, “This is so hot. I am definitely ready! I can’t believe that Sam set this up!” Being high from the pot, I had no shyness left and I felt very mellow, comfortable and very ready.

Sam looked at me and smiled, “I knew you’d be game, babe. Alex and I have just been trying to fit it into our schedules.”

Alex had taken off his jacket and was standing there, looking at us before he spoke, “It looks like you guys have already started. Having fun?”

Sam had moved behind me and started to grind his cock against me with his hands on my hips, “We were just getting started. His hole is warmed up and he is in a very submissive mood tonight. Aren’t you, baby?”

I placed my hands on Sam’s hands and pushed my ass back at Sam, “Mmmmm. I am… very submissive tonight.” My cock went from a chubby state to a full hard on.

Sam leaned into me and bit my neck, “Why don’t you make Alex more comfortable? Show him just how submissive you are? Why don’t you get down and suck his cock?”

Alex started to unbuckle his belt and jeans as I knelt in front of him. I finished the job for him and could see his cock already starting to get hard through his underwear.

“Pull it out and suck it,” Alex said as he looked down at me.

I fished it out and took his six inches to the root. He moaned and grabbed the back of my head and started pushing and pulling me up and down his cock.

I loved sucking dick. I absolutely loved it. I loved the way it felt in my mouth. The way it tasted. The way I could make it grow in my mouth. The way it expanded when a guy was about to cum. I simply couldn’t get enough. I never turned down Sam when he wanted a blow job and all that practice made me an expert deep throat cock sucker. I rarely gagged and my jaw didn’t even get sore anymore. I had dated a girl once who loved sucking dick and complained about a wasted load when you didn’t cum in her mouth. She blew me every time I wanted and loved gagging on cock. She loved being called a cocksucker and now I knew exactly what she felt. There was a power in sucking cock somehow. Something that made me fulfilled. I didn’t understand it but I didn’t care so long as I had a cock to suck. Sam made sure I had lots of his cock to suck and I loved it and I loved being called a ‘cocksucker’. There wasn’t any turning back, and there was so much to learn – and tonight I was learning I couldn’t get enough.

Sam came over and stood next to Alex. I reached up and squeezed his cock until he pulled his it out which caused me to pull off of Alex’s cock Casibom Güncel Giriş and immediately deep throat Sam’s member. I had one hand on each of their cocks and I played with one while sucking the other.

“Fuck, Sam. You were right. He is a giant cocksucker!” I moaned at the thought that Sam had told Alex what a cocksucker I was and this encouraged me even more. I started going back and forth between the cocks, deep throating them until I had both of them moaning. They both had a hand on the back of my head, but I didn’t need their guidance – I wanted them more than they could ever know. At one point, Alex played with his cock on my face and I just moaned and licked him all over until I ended up sucking on his balls. I looked up at Sam and he smiled, “Ready for the bedroom, fag?”

I moaned and nodded my head with Alex’s balls still in my mouth.

We moved into the bedroom where Sam told me to lie on my back and play with my pussy, “Show Alex how much you need it, boy.”

I stripped naked and laid down and then pulled my balls up with one hand before working my fingers into my hole. I was still fairly slick from the lube I had in me, but I wanted to be ready so I applied more lube till I could easily work three fingers in and out of my chute and press on my prostate.

“Who do you want first, babe?” Sam asked. “We’re both ready for you.”

I looked over and Sam’s cock was fiercely hard as was Alex who was holding an unopened condom package.

I stared into Sam’s’ eyes, “I want you first so you can cum in me and then Alex can work it into me deeper.”

“Wowww, you fucking slut!” Sam exclaimed.

He wasted no time, climbed on top of me and lined up his cock with my hole, pushing just the head into me before he grabbed my hands and pulled them out of the way, and then he drove his cock into me in one perfect push.

“Unnhhhhh!” I moaned, as did Sam. He was now lying on top of me, still holding my wrists out to the sides of me. “What next? What do you want now?” Sam asked although was more of a rhetorical question. He knew exactly what I wanted.

I turned my head and looked at Alex, “Bring that cock over here.”

Sam leaned back to get out of the way as Alex stepped to the side of the bed and lifted one knee up beside me as he offered his cock to my mouth which warmly accepted it. I was in heaven. Sam started to get into a rhythm with his hands on my hips and my legs wrapped around him while my head bobbed upon Alex’s cock. Alex tasted amazing and Sam felt perfect in me. I moaned and tried to go with their natural movements, imagining what the scene looked like in my head which turned me on even more. My cock swayed to the rhythm of their sex.

Alex had a hand on my head, pulling my hair and using my mouth. I continued moaning and felt my cock grow.

“Don’t you dare cum, fag!” Sam hissed. “You’ll cum when I say so. I own your ass, don’t I?”

I moaned around Alex’s cock but that wasn’t enough for Sam, who drilled me harder, “Say it, gay boy!”

I pulled off of Alex’s cock and took a quick breath, “You do,” before I went back to swallowing Alex.

“I do, what? Say it cocksucker!” Sam demanded, seemingly to ensure that Alex and I understood who was in charge.

I pulled off of Alex’s hard cock again, but this time a trail of saliva and cock juice hung from my mouth as I admitted it to Sam while trying to again catch my breath from sucking cock, “You own my ass and cock. You are in charge, sir.”

Sam moaned and so did Alex as I licked his cock. Sam looked down at me and again asked, this time sarcastically, “Who owns your hole?”

“You do, babe. You own it. It’s yours.” My cock flexed as I said it, growing harder and harder, waving in the air to the ministrations of the fucking and sucking of our bodies. Admitting it in front of Alex made me find an even deeper submissiveness in me, turning me on more and more. My cock was flared a deep red and looked almost angry as it leaked my precum.

Sam started to drill my ass even harder telling Alex to use my mouth. “He loves it. He wanted to suck my cock the first time he saw me. Didn’t you straight boy?”

I managed to muffle a moan around Alex’s cock. Alex liked that and moaned, “Mmmmmm Look how straight you are… sucking my cock and taking it in your ass like a natural. Yeah straight boy, let it go… just enjoy what you really are… gay… just like us… yeah… you love it and want it… more and more… good boy.”

Sam had his hands on my hips and thighs, pulling me deeper onto him. I could start to feel him pick up the urgency.

“You feel so good babe. Your ass is perfect for taking cock. You take it so easily and naturally.”

I started to moan more and more as I could feel Sam’s cock get harder and bigger. He adjusted his position a bit and really started to hit my prostate. My moans got louder and Sam responded, “You like that, babe? You like me hitting your gay spot?” I moaned and nodded as best as I could with Alex’s cock in my mouth. Sam picked up the intensity, “Yeah straight boy, let it go… just give yourself to it… be that fag that you want to be… you know you do… “

I could feel my orgasm building and Sam must have felt it too. “You want to cum, straight boy?”

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1.

Cory watched the flakes drift somberly through the window of his first floor apartment, thinking to himself how cold and lonely each of them was. There was just three days until Christmas, the holiday he despised over all others. The season always reminded him of the painful fact that followed him around all his life: he was alone. His father had never been around, and since his mother passed four years ago, he’d spent his holidays alone, cooped up in his apartment, usually watching some ridiculous movie that was as far away from the notion of Christmas as he could get.

He turned from the window back to his studio apartment, is disarray, the way it usually was. His mattress sat on the ground against the far wall next to the kitchen, and in-between his toes and the sheets were a series of piles of clothes, some dirty, some clean. He hadn’t the chance to sort them. Or, rather, he hadn’t the drive.

The depression was so severe that it crept into every nook and cranny of his life. Where he stood, staring over his assorted mess, he was nude. His smooth, slender body glistened with a sheen of sweat from some rigorous activities. Moments before, he had been lying on his bed, with his eyes shut tightly and his mind focused on whatever thought might conjure erotic pleasure. He’d imagined a man, with a broad chest and meaty hands wrapping around his hips and pulling his ass into him. He moaned while he fantasized about being pinned to his mattress, the man grinding himself atop him. He pictured the way the man’s forearms would appear, thick and muscular where they were planted beside his head.

And yet, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t manage to raise his member. In the aftermath, he stared angrily down at it, drooping beneath him, still semi-erect, but nonetheless useless. All he’d wanted this Monday afternoon was to masturbate and fall asleep, letting the sad thoughts of his loneliness drift into some quiet recess of his mind while the hours slipped away. Instead, he was unable to finish.

“You bastard,” he said, staring down at it.

He could still feel it, the pulsating tingle of an impending erection. It was only a tease, however, and no amount of tugging, rubbing, or pillow humping managed to fully raise it.

“I’m twenty one years old, this is ridiculous,” he said to himself, collapsing onto his back with his palms covered over his eyes. He rolled to his side on the aged mattress, placing his hands beneath his head as a pillow. “It’s just not fair.”

He shut his eyes and remained there for a stretch of time. Sleep never came, but his consciousness did wane enough to find himself in a number of different half-dreams. In one, he found himself walking through a mall, naked, while all the customers stared at him like some freakshow. In another, he was back in high school, back in the city, hiding in the gym from the boys who called him names. He hid under the bleachers while he listened to them hunt, calling out to him, “Come here, queer Cory! Come out to play!” Instead, he crept further back into the shadows beneath the bleachers until his hands met with something fleshy. His breath caught in the back of his throat while he turned to find the man from his fantasy. The man grinned while his big hand wrapped beneath Cory’s jaw and caressed his soft cheek. While the bullies called out to him, the man guided his wet, red lips downward. On hands and knees, Cory bobbed his head while the man reached down to slip him out of his shorts, exposing his round ass. The man’s thick finger ventured between the warm cheeks and slithered inside.

Cory bolted upright in bed, fully awake. He rubbed sweat from his forehead, then caught a glimpse of his cock. His mouth opened in astonishment. He was hard.

He immediately seized himself, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking. He bit into his bottom lip while he used his hips to help his effort, pumping himself forward. When he felt his was close, he mouth opened and he gasped. Then…

Nothing. He couldn’t finish. And now he was left with a hardon so stiff he felt he could faint. He groaned, throwing himself back onto the bed. “This just isn’t fair,” he said.

His head turned to the side, watching the snow continue to drift through the midday sunlight. His window looked out to a small yard in the center of the apartment complex. Other units were visible across the way, and to the left and right. Probably vacant, he thought to himself, off to see their families and friends. The complex itself was at the edge of town, nearer the university, and therefore served a lot of the students. Cory was not a student, instead working nights at the gay bar on the outskirts of campus.

He looked down at his cock. Red, hard, and un-climaxable. It wasn’t going away. “Unbearable,” he muttered to himself. He peered out into the yard again, and a thought crossed his mind. The snow. He shook his head, dismissing it, but it crept back. He thought about stuffing his bare cock into the snow for just a moment, long Casibom enough to numb the damn thing and keep it from making him so horny.

He groaned. “I can’t,” he said aloud, as if convincing himself not to go through with it. Then, he thought, what else could he do? Keep trying to sleep, then wank, then sleep, never really doing either? “Fine,” he said to himself.

He walked up to his sliding door, looking out onto the fresh, white powder growing by the minute from the collecting snowfall. “Just a moment, no one will see,” he said.

His thumb found the lock behind the handle and flipped it up, unlocking the door. He gently eased it back and felt the cool winter air rush over his sweaty body. He shivered instantly, but could still feel the intense heat in his cock.

He poked his head out and stared around the edge of the yard, to each of the units. He didn’t find a single one that appeared lit inside. That was a good sign. He took his first step out into the snow. His bare foot sunk into its cold wetness, but it wasn’t as shocking as he anticipated. He found the second step much easier, and then he was outside.

Suddenly, he felt extraordinarily self-conscious. He was completely naked with a raging hard on outside in the middle of winter. It felt crazy. “Fuck it,” he said, and continued walking. Once he was a few feet from his sliding glass door, he dropped to his knees and felt the cold rush of the snow surge up into his body. “Shit,” he cursed. But he was determined to do what he set out to do. He dropped down onto his hands, all fours, in the snow. For a moment he felt rather sexual, like he were presenting himself, but the thought was quickly dashed by the purpose of the moment. He had to get rid of his erection.

He slowly lowered himself into the snow and felt the cold surface as his tip pierced it. He immediately pulled back, instinctively protecting his member. “Damnit, Cory.”

Then a noise distracted himself from behind. His eyes widened and his breath paused. He twisted his head back over his shoulder to see if his worst fears came true. His vision scanned over the doors, finding all of them vacant. All, except for one.

To the right of his open door, two down, was a second open door. In it stood a man, leaned against the frame, with a festive sweater, jeans, and a mug of something hot that gave steam rolling off into the air beneath his pointed nose. He was a large man, but not fat, burly might have been the word that came to Cory’s mind had it not been reeling in fear. The deep brown eyes of the man stared directly into Cory’s blues, then panned along his bare back to his prominently featured plump, white ass as it rose behind him.

“Oh, god,” Cory muttered as his hand slipped and his body fell into the snow. He struggled against the slippery ground to get back to his feet. When he finally did, he assumed his legs would start a sprint towards his open door. He believed his body would seek shelter and privacy and a stiff drink in the wake of the embarrassing encounter. He thought that he would want to forget this ever happened. Instead, his body froze.

His blonde hair laid wet and tousled atop his head. His legs parted beneath him and his cock remained stiff. Like a deer in headlights, all he could manage was to stare into the entrancing brown stare of the man with his coffee staring back. He felt a tingle race across his flesh, like tiny pricks stabbing him, but his cock continued to surge. He felt his member stiffen even more than it had before he tried stuffing it into the snow. As his mind spun, he realized he was turned on.

“Oh, no,” he whispered breathily as he felt something sweep over him. It was the familiar moments just prior to coming, when the pit of his stomach fell deeper, and blood rushed to his lower body, where he could feel his cock and his ass acutely. He clenched his butthole and felt the tenseness at the base of his penis. “No, no, no,” he said to himself, though the approaching ecstasy was screaming yes.

He bit into his lower lip as the tense feeling moved up his shaft to his tip, which began to clench, then release. It burst forth, first in one, thick spurt, shooting white cream into the white snow, then in several more spurts, followed by a prolonged, steady trickle that dripped along the length of his cock. The mere presence of the man watching him had sent him over the edge.

When at last he felt it empty, he cupped the head of his cock with both hands and rushed back to his apartment, throwing the door shut behind him and dropping down against it.

“Holy shit, what did I just do?” he asked himself.

Then came the knock at the door.

2.

Cory could still feel his cock spasming as he peered through the spyhole of his door to see who knocked. To no surprise, it was the man, with his handsome eyes and his steaming cup. What did he want? Cory thought. He was still naked, standing behind the door, wanting to throw it open and be stared at again, an impulse he desperately Casibom Giriş suppressed. “What’s happening to me?” he wondered aloud.

“Hey, kid, I know you’re in there,” came his deep, baritone voice through the thick wood. “It’s alright, I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Okay? Not at all, thought Cory, who assumed he was losing his mind. He unlocked the door and slightly eased it back to reveal his face to the man. “Yeah,” he replied bashfully. “I’m okay.”

The man chuckled. “Takes a lot to run naked into the snow. The rush of it, I guess it can be pretty exciting, huh?” He chuckled again.

The sound of his voice was arousing and Cory could feel his cock remaining stiff. His body reeled and the door crept open without his knowing. The man peered down at his naked form, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry,” said Cory, but he left the door where it was.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, kid,” replied the man. “We all have our fetishes, right?”

Cory thought it was a forward thing to say, but nodded all the same. “Sure.”

“I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, either,” the man said, his voice dropping lower.

“You liked watching me…”

“Shoot?” The man nodded. “I like cute boys like you. Especially the wild ones. I think you’re a wild one.”

Cory could feel another surge filling his body. “You think so?”

The man reached forward, wrapping a large, warm hand around Cory’s hip, feeling the hot, wet flesh there. He squeezed his fingers and pulled Cory closer so that his body rubbed against the man’s clothes. Cory then felt the hand reach back, grabbing a handful of his ass. Cory had always been told he had an amazing ass on the occasions he’d shown it to men. They were few and far between, however, on account of Cory’s shyness. Now, however, it seemed miles away, drifting off on the winter wind blowing in from outside.

He bit into his lower lip while the man fondled him. “Absolutely,” the man replied. “But I think you’ve kept it hidden. I think you need to release that wild side.” His hand wrapped completely around Cory’s left ass cheek and pulled it to the side. Cory felt his asshole squeeze, then release. The man’s finger teased it, stuffing his index finger inside to the first knuckle. “So warm,” said the man, stuffing it further, to the second knuckle. “And tight.” Then he added, “You’re such a good boy.” He pulled the finger out then and raised it to Cory’s lips, which obediently suckled. “But that’s the problem.” He stuffed the finger deeper into Cory’s mouth for him to taste. “You need to be a bad boy.”

The man pulled his finger from Cory’s mouth then placed the hand open palmed against the small of his back, pushing his body into the door. He was now naked, pressed against the door, with the cold outside air rushing over him. Still, he sweat. The man lowered his hand to his ass, squeezed once, then spanked him, hard. It was so hard Cory feared the neighbors would hear. Then he didn’t care. He wanted it again. He could sense the man saw it in his eyes, the wanting. The man gave it to him. It was so hard his cock pressed against the wood of the door. It hurt, but in such a good way that Cory moaned desperately.

“Again, please!” he begged.

“Again, please, what?” the man said.

Cory bit his plump, red lip. He could intuit what the man wanted to hear. “Again, please, daddy.”

The man smiled. “That’s the bad boy I want.”

He struck Cory’s round ass again, leaving a massive red hand print across both cheeks. “Oh my god…” Cory uttered between pants.

“I know,” said the man. “That’s the naughty boy coming out. I want to see him take over like I did just a minute ago in the back. Let’s see that naughty thought take over your body, kid. Let’s see that hot little cock spurt another load for daddy.”

Cory couldn’t believe what was happening. He also couldn’t bear to think of coming back to his senses and stopping it all. The man was a stranger, and Cory was nude with his door open to the winter outside. Anyone could see them.

The man spanked him again. He spanked him so hard the fear was beaten out of him. He reached back towards the man’s crotch and felt against it. With his fingers he made out the outline of a massive, hard cock. It was twice as thick as his own, and an inch longer, he could tell. He wanted it. He wanted to feel it in his mouth and in his ass.

The man let him unzip and pull it out. It was warm and thick, hard and the skin wet with sweat. “You want this?” asked the man.

Cory nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

“You need to beg for it, bad boy.” He swiped his hand across Cory’s ass once more. Cory dropped to his knees, naked, before the man. He stared up with puppy dog eyes. “Please, daddy, can I taste it?”

The man stared down. Then he nodded. Cory stared into the eye of the massive cock, watching precum drip. He wrapped his tongue around it, tasting the salty flavor. He could barely fit it, but then the man grabbed the back of his head and forced it in. He Casibom Güncel Giriş wrapped both hands around Cory’s blonde hair and pumped his cock in and out of Cory’s mouth.

“That’s it, bad boy,” said the man. Cory could barely take it, he wanted the man’s cum to burst into his mouth and dribble down his chin. But he also wanted the man to take him against the door, stuff his hard manhood deep into his tight ass.

“Mmm, mmmm,” Cory sounded, with the girth filling from cheek to cheek. He wrapped his hands around the backs of the man’s legs. The man kept his large grip around the back of Cory’s head, thrusting himself to the back of Cory’s throat. He’d never been used like this before, and therefore never realized how amazing it felt.

The man pulled out of Cory’s mouth. Spit dribbled down Cory’s red lips, along his chin, dripping onto his smooth thighs beneath him. “Get up, bad boy.”

On his command, Cory stood, legs shaky, but he was able to present himself before the man. His cock was rock hard, he could feel it. The man took Corey’s shoulders and turned him. He thrust the boy into the door, which rattled against the wall behind it. Unconsciously, Corey pushed his ass out towards the man in presentation. Then he felt the length of the fat cock press itself between his ass cheeks and force his body into the wood. His cock slammed against the door, pressed hard between it and his belly. He felt precum ooze onto his belly, smeared across beneath his belly button.

The man slowly humped Corey’s ass while wrapping one hand around his hip and another around his throat. “You ready to please daddy, bad boy?”

“Yes,” Corey throatily exhaled. The cold was washing over him, but the heat from his core kept him sweating. He felt beads of perspiration slip along his back and his chest, dripping along his smooth skin and around the curvature of his ass.

The cock lifted and for a moment Corey wanted to grab it to keep it from leaving. But then it returned, parallel to the ground and pointed towards his puckered asshole. The wet tip pressed against it, pushing. At first, the pain sent ripples through him, but then he relaxed and felt the shaft start to slip inside. The man pressed his face against Corey’s cheek, stubble rubbed up against him. “That’s it, bad boy, let daddy use you.”

Corey moaned, squeezed his butthole around the massive intruder and listened to the man moan with pleasure. Then he relaxed again and felt it force itself deeper. Corey was filled and his tight hole stretched to swallow the massive cock. He felt it slip back, and inch or two sliding out, then three pumping back in. The base of his cock met with Corey’s ass, and he felt the man’s sack tickle the bottom of his cheeks. “It feels so good, daddy.”

“Mmm, you’re so naughty,” whispered the man, then slammed the full length of his cock inside. Corey burst into a scream of pleasure, which the man stifled by tightening his grip around Corey’s throat and pulling it back. “Shut your mouth or you’ll get it harder.”

Corey bit his bottom lip, but moaned behind it so the man slammed his cock inside again, ass cheeks clapping against the hard, muscular lower body of the man. He didn’t even know his neighbor’s name, but now he was completely given over.

“Oh my…” came a voice from some yards away. Both heads turned to the left to see an elderly woman staring on, two bags of groceries in her hands, which promptly dropped at the sight of one brawny man with his cock shoved into a smaller, nude boy just outside his apartment.

3.

The man threw Corey inside, stepped in himself, then slammed the door shut. Soon as it rattled into the frame, Corey looked up from the floor he fell onto deep into the man’s brown gaze. As they exchanged glances, they attempted to catch their breaths.

Then they both burst into laughter.

Corey blushed, and covered his face with his hands. The man’s body heaved with each guffaw, then leaned back into the door.

“I can’t believe we did that,” said Corey. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Matt,” said the man, winding down his laughter, but keeping a handsome grin that became infectious upon Corey’s lips.

“Corey.”

“Nice to formally meet you,” said Matt. “I can’t believe it either.” He crossed his arms staring down at Corey’s naked body curled beneath him. “Seeing you outside, you awoke something inside of me that I haven’t felt in a long time.”

Corey raised a brow. “Lust?”

Matt shrugged. “Something more powerful than that.”

Corey understood. It was like a spark ignited the instant their eyes locked, and set off a fire inside both of them that could only be put out by the other. He didn’t know how to explain it in the moment though, instead just smiled seductively up at his neighbor.

“You make me feel amazing, kid,” Matt continued. “I knew when I watched you come that I had to have you. So I knocked on your door. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but when you answered, it just came to me.”

“Yeah,” Corey replied. “Your words drove me crazy. I still can’t believe what you made me do. I’ve never done that before. Would you believe I rarely have sex? And the crazier thing is that I can’t stop thinking about doing it again!”

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This is my first story so yes, I’m a virgin. In more ways than one. Let me know what you think but be gentle, please. I’d like to be broken in gently the first few times. The following is just a fantasy but I do think about activities like this all the time. I guess those that would know would say that I need someone to take control of me so I could be comfortable with doing something with a guy. I’ll let you decide what I need and if you like, let me know that too. Ok, enough of that, on with the story.

*

I lived in a condo at the end of the street. It was also a new development and as of yet, no other condos had been built on the street or even in the area. With this economy, it might be a while before any others are built. It had a large common, covered back deck that looked over the small back yard and woods beyond.

I am 5′ 10″ to 5′ 11″ on a good day and between 170 and 175 lbs. Slim build with a small tight butt that women claim is a good two handfuls. Dark hair with some gray coming in and intense but playful blue eyes. Up to this point, I have only been with women but have had fantasies about men on a regular basis. I exercise daily to keep the midlife bulge from coming on and so far it’s working. I’ve always been the class clown, laughing and joking and being flippant most of the time. I always try to find the humorous side of what life throws at us.

My neighbor that owned the second half seemed to be a good guy. Kind of quite, about 6′ 1″, not muscle bound but in good shape and I would guess about 200 lbs. Dark full head of hair and gray eyes. In the evenings, we would sit on the deck with a drink just enjoying the quite and solitude.

Neither one of us went out much nor did we ever have visitors. Par for the course for me which I guess is why I never questioned Sean’s lack of going out or company. I worked from home and Sean worked for a landscaping company.

I came home one day from a trip to the store and saw Sean sitting on the deck. After putting everything away, I fixed a drink and went out to the deck. It was then that I saw both of Sean’s hands were in casts.

“Dang, what happened to you?”

“Accident at work. I’ve been sitting here for about two hours waiting on you,” he said. “I can’t get to my keys to open the door.”

He seemed to be sort of embarrassed but asked if I could get his keys out of his pocket and open the door for him saying he had to go to the bathroom, quick. I didn’t hesitate and laughed while reaching into his pants pocket for the keys saying, “I guess that could be a problem.”

I opened the door and he took off for the bathroom. I laughed and yelled at him to not forget to raise the lid and sat down to wait for him to finish and then explain what happened.

Not two minutes later he was back, red in the face and with the obvious look of a guy that has to go bad. He said, “Man, I can’t get my pants open with these damn casts! Can you give me a hand, quick?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. No problem. Uh, out in the yard. More room” I replied, not really thinking about what this would entail.

We both kind of ran down the steps and over to a tree. Men have to have a tree, a bush, or tire for some reason so it was natural for both of us to head for the tree. He was next to the tree and I was to his left. I leaned forward and kind of around his front so I could use both hands to get his pants open and not get peed on. He was hopping from foot to foot and whispering “hurry, hurry, hurry”.

This whole ordeal was striking me a funny so I was giggling (I’ve always giggled and have always been made fun of because of it) and saying, “Quit moving so much, these damn pants are too tight.”

“It’s not funny, it hurts damnit!” Which didn’t help my giggles.

I finally got his pants open and tried to raise up. He had his right had on the tree and his left on my back holding me down and was still saying “hurry! hurry! hurry!”. I didn’t even think about it, I just reached Casibom in and grabbed his dick and pulled it out. Luckily he was commando cause I don’t think we would have made it had he had underwear on. And luckily I was beside him and not in front cause he started peeing immediately. Now I don’t know how much air a person can hold in, but Sean exhaled for a long, long time.

So here we were. He was bracing himself against the tree with his right hand and my back with his left. I was bent over and around his front and couldn’t raise up, so I reached out with my right hand for the tree also.

This is where it starts to get weird for me. Sean was fine, he was getting relief. I, meanwhile, had a strange dick in my hand! And it was squirting out pee about four feet, and I was controlling where it went! And I didn’t have anywhere else to look but at this strange dick in my hand.

I had never thought about other men before other than a strange dream once in a while. It came as a shock that I was thinking this is a nice dick. No hair, hmmm. Smooth and soft but firm feeling. Very warm, almost hot. Cut, very nice flared head. And big! I wasn’t holding it with one or two fingers either. It was laying across my palm and lower finger pads and my thumb was wrapped across the top. Just like I stroke my own! Only he wasn’t hard and was as big as I am when hard! And there was at least an inch sticking out past my index finger and thumb.

Holy cow! I felt a twitch in my dick and started to get hard. What’s happening to me? I’m liking the feel of Sean’s dick in my hand. I start thinking it’s beautiful and realize my mouth is watering and hanging open when some spit drops down and lands on his head. I squeeze a little and can feel the pee flowing through the underside. The head flares bigger when I squeeze too. I squeeze again and pull outward like I do to my own. Yep, instead of going out about four feet it squirts out to about six or eight feet. I can’t help it but giggle again.

He asks, “Are you having fun?”

Without thinking I reply, “Oh, sorry, this is kind of new for me. Kind of like pushing all the buttons and knobs in a new car.”

At this we both bust out laughing. As he’s laughing, I can feel his pee surging. He surges and I squeeze, this is fun. By now he’s about finished. I just do what I do to myself and start milking to get all the pee out. Slide back to the base, squeeze and pull out to the head then release and repeat. Only I don’t just do it two or three times. I keep doing it! I don’t realize what I’m doing till he starts getting hard and growing! Then I snap out of it and see that he’s finished.

As I’m putting him back in, I realize he’s either naturally hairless or shaved. I don’t see any hair on his groin or feel any on his balls. Holy crap, did I just run my fingers down across his balls? Dang, they’re big too. Oh man I hope he doesn’t think I was feeling him up. It just happened in trying to get that big thing back in his pants and in just the right spot, didn’t it?

I can feel my face flushing as I do his pants back up. When I raise up I see his face is flushing too. I stammer, “Well, that was different wasn’t it? First time for everything I guess.”

“Yeah, right. Felt good”, he sputtered. When I looked into his eyes and raised my eyebrows his eyes got big and blurted out, “I mean I was hurting. Felt good to finally get to go.”

“Oh! Yeah. Ok. Well, how bout them cowboys?” I say. And we both laugh again and walk back to the deck. Me with a major hardon.

When we get back to our chairs, I gulp down my drink and go fix us both another and arrange my hardon so it’s not so obvious. When I get back, Sean starts apologizing, “Man I’m sorry but I couldn’t do anything with these casts. I’ve been holding it for two hours and was starting to hurt.”

Not thinking I say, “No problem. Don’t worry about it. My pleasure.” He spits his drink across the deck at this and starts laughing again.

Realizing Casibom Giriş what I said, I laughingly replied, “That didn’t come out right did it? Lets start over. Don’t feel bad about needing me to help. I’m ok with it. And I will say that you have a very nice dick. If it had been an ugly one I might have freaked out. So, everything’s good. Now, what the heck happened? Why are you in casts?”

After explaining how he was hurt, which isn’t important to the story, and that he would be in the casts for at least a month, we both just sat there for a few moments. We then started talking about all the things he would need help with. I won’t go into details on all the things, just namely getting dressed, getting undressed and taking a shower. He was embarrassed but knew he didn’t have much choice other than staying in the same clothes and stinking after a day or two.

After agreeing, we decided to have at least one more drink to build up our confidence. While drinking my third and his second drink, we were both thinking about how this was going to work.

Finishing my drink, I boldly stated, “Ok, I’m brave enough. Let’s do it.”

He just said, “Oh boy”.

Entering his bedroom, I said, “Let’s just act like this is an everyday thing and we’ll be fine. No big deal.”

He just grunted, “Yeah right.”

With his back to me, I pulled his shirt over his head and worked the sleeves over the casts. I then dropped to my knees to take his shoes off. Taking a big breath, I reached up and around to unfasten his pants, again. This had my face fairly close to his nicer than average butt which wasn’t helping my rock hard dick. Pulling his pants down reminded me that he was commando, which only made the hardon situation worse.

“Ok, to the shower chief.” I’m trying to keep the mood light, otherwise I’m afraid we both will freak out. He’s able to bump the shower controls with his casts and finger tips to get the water going, and enters the stall. Thankfully, he keeps his back to me and can’t see my excitement while I strip down and enter behind him.

“Don’t get any ideas just because I’m getting naked and into the shower with you big guy.” I can’t help it, being flippant is the only way I can stay calm. He just kind of laughs but doesn’t say anything.

He’s facing the shower head with his raised hands resting on the ledges so as not to get the casts wet. I tell him to close his eyes as I shampoo his hair. I then grab the soap and start to lather and wash his back. His broad, muscled, smooth back. Hmmm, where did those thoughts come from? I shake my head and drop to my knees to do the lower parts. I wash his feet and long sexy toes. What is going on with me, why am I thinking a guy’s feet are sexy?

I start working up his legs. His hard, muscled, smooth legs. Hmmm, still no hair. By now I’m staring at his firm, bubble shaped, smooth ass. Still no hair. I can’t help but admit to myself that it looks good. And feels even better as I soap and rub and squeeze his cheeks. I run the bar up and down his crack and then my index and middle fingers. As I rub back and forth across his star, he gasps and twitches a little. I’m sure I spend more time than needed rubbing up and down his hairless crack and around his star, but time seems to stand still. I’m not sure who moans, but it snaps me back to the present.

I stand up and have him turn around to do the front. His eyes are closed so I soap his face as insurance so he won’t see my hardon, which is throbbing and leaking. My balls are drawn up tight and I haven’t even touched myself. I soap his armpits and use my finger tips and nails. I notice his jaws clinch but he doesn’t say anything. I should say that it has always turned me on to caress and tease my female partners in the past to get them worked up. I guess I was subconsciously doing that to Sean with his ass and armpits. Cause watching him tense up made my eyebrows raise up, smile and bite my lower lip. I was having fun just as Casibom Güncel Giriş I would with a female.

I soaped up his pecks and his nipples were hard as pebbles. I rubbed my thumbs across and around them. They were at least as big as an eraser and about a quarter inch long. I pinched them between my thumb and index finger and rolled them back and forth. His head shot back and he moaned long and deep.

“Sorry, just making sure they’re clean,” I said.

“Ohhh, ok,” was all he said.

I giggled again and dropped to my knees to “do” the lower parts. WHOA!!! Now Sean had a very nice dick when I held it as he peed. He had an absolutely gorgeous COCK when he was hard!! My god, it was beautiful! Mine is six inches, maybe six and a half at the moment. His had to be at least eight and an inch and a half across. Hard and straight with a huge flared head. The head and veins down the side seemed to be pulsing. His groin and balls were completely hairless so I could see every detail. Beautiful doesn’t come close to describing what I was looking at. I’m sure if he could see the awe on my face and my open, drooling mouth, he would have been shocked.

“Oh man, I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” he gasped.

“Trust me, no problem at all,” I breathed.

I quickly soaped the area up. As I was running one hand and fingers around his balls and back to the area behind to his ass, the other was stroking up and down and around his cock. One hand was overflowing with his balls and the other couldn’t reach all the way around his mighty shaft. At that moment it struck me that it felt right to be kneeling before this man, cleaning and worshiping his manhood and jewels.

“I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop!!”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I kept stroking. All the way to the top, forcing the flared ridge to slip between my thumb and finger. Then squeezing a little harder and back down to his groin, pulling the skin tight causing the head to flare and pulse. On the down stroke he groaned loud and I felt his cock start to throb. With every throb, a stream of cum fired out. The first two shots went straight into my mouth, almost filling me. When I closed my mouth, the other shots fired all over my face. I didn’t hesitate to swallow his cum. It was delicious and I was instantly hooked. I opened my mouth for more and let what was oozing out drop on my tongue while what was on my face started running down and into my mouth. As I was milking his cock to get every drop out of that long shaft, my own balls drew up tighter and shot my cum between his legs. Without even touching myself!! I began scooping what was all over my face into my mouth and squeezing his cock with my other hand.

Why haven’t I done this before? The smell, the taste, the texture and the overall feeling of his cum on and in my mouth was just right. It was enough to keep my dick hard. Why do women not crave this feeling was beyond me.

As Sean relaxed and leaned back against the wall, the water spray was able to hit me. I washed my face quick so he wouldn’t see his cum all over me. I didn’t know what he would do or how he would handle that. I didn’t know how I was handling it at this point.

As I helped him rinse off, I giggled and said, “Wow, I guess you needed that”.

“I did and I don’t know what to say now. Kind of embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it. Glad to help. Now step out so I can finish washing myself while I’m in here.”

I soaped my dick up and started stroking while thinking about what I had just done. I reached back and rubbed circles around my hole. I started wondering what his hard cock would feel like in my ass. With that thought, my balls shrunk up and shot another load of cum against the wall. The more I played with my ass the harder my contractions were and the more I thought about his cock making me cum like this. WOW!!

After I finished cleaning up, I got out, pulled on my briefs, and grabbed a robe hanging on the door. Sean had managed to get a robe on himself and was sitting on the couch.

As I joined him on the couch I asked, “How are you feeling now?”

His response and what happened next will be told in the next chapter. If you want to know about it, let me know.

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“This way Bowdy, yes that’s great…and look over your shoulder, great, perfect.”

Bowdy McDonald gave the camera a broad smile and ran his hand down his bare chest and drove his fingers into the top of his jeans.

“Nice Bowdy, real nice. Keep it coming.”

The tall muscular model played to the camera like he was making love to it; pouting and oozing that sensual charm that came so naturally to him. Placing a booted foot on the box in front of him he straightened up, letting his tight six-pack ripple as he ran his hands back through his auburn hair, pouting with hot pink lips; his CK’s showing tantalizingly above the top of his jeans.

From the back of the studio, through a mane of long ebony hair, two ice-blue eyes watched the ‘show’. Cain Gallagher scrutinised every move that the young model made with the eye of a well trained body-guard. He stood as always, legs slightly spread, hands clasped across his abdomen, but today those well-placed hands were hiding a rather large erection. Bowdy shifted again, looking over his shoulder making Cain fidget where he stood in the shadows; it was getting too much. The female model Cain was ‘baby-sitting’ sat to his left, screeching at the make-up artist who was desperately trying to fix the girl’s face. But Cain didn’t hear any of it, all he knew was he needed Bowdy off the set and he needed him now.

*****

The door to the male changing rooms squeaked open.

“I’ll be out in a second.” Bowdy announced lightly. He was half way to pulling off his boots when a thick arm closed tightly around his waist and drove him face first against the wall.

“No ya won’t.” A husky voice whispered Casibom in his ear sending a shiver down his spine. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Cain spun the young model round and pushed him back against the wall. For a moment a look of surprise and shock crossed the taller man’s face and then a soft pouting smile spread over his features as he gazed at the dark brooding body-guard. He could see from the expression on Cain’s face just how riled he was and he decided then and there he would let Cain have his fun.

“You fuckin’ little cock-tease. You’ve been out there all mornin’ poutin’ like a bitch on heat at that camera, knowin’ I was back there.” Cain growled.

“I had no idea you were here today, honest.” Bowdy smiled.

“Don’t Bow, you know what happens when ya lie ta me.” Cain pressed his body up against him, his thick muscular hands resting either side of Bowdy’s head. Even though Cain was a foot shorter in stature, Bowdy felt powerless against the solid frame of this man; but then it wasn’t the first time he’d felt powerless against him.

Cain growled as he pushed his face against Bowdy’s neck, nuzzling and licking his soft white flesh. Bowdy shivered again and moaned as Cain deftly took his earlobe between his teeth and nibbled. He could feel Cain’s raging erection pushing against the material of his pants and instantly wanted it in his hand. But the thought was ripped from his mind as Cain’s hungry mouth found his and a thick wet tongue pushed deep into his mouth.

Bow gave way, arching into Cain’s body, pushing and grinding against his solid muscles. Cain teased another moan from the younger male as he twisted a hardened Casibom Giriş nipple between his fingers. Bowdy’s body felt incredible under his wildly roaming hands; smooth and velvety and taut. Bowdy bucked against him and Cain felt the model’s hardened cock push into his thigh. The boy was ready for him. Roughly he pulled Bowdy from the wall and pushed him against the clothing rail. As the young model panted and gasped Cain grabbed two scarf’s from the rail and wrapped them around Bowdy’s hands, tying him with arms outstretched to the metal pole.

“Do you know what I’ve been thinkin’ about all mornin’?” Cain growled at Bowdy. “This!” And before Bowdy had time to reply, Cain grabbed the zipper of Bowdy’s pants and tore at it, wrenching the jeans and jockeys down in one hard tug. Bow’s legs buckled for a moment at the brut force. He stood, tied and naked in front of the hungry Cain, his dick standing to attention as his heart pounded in his chest.

Cain was on him before he could think. Kneeling down between his legs, his long liquorice hair caressing Bowdy’s inner thighs sending sizzling tingles through his abdomen. Bow moaned as a hot thick fist palmed his cock and began to rub slowly back and forth. He tried to spread his legs a little, to let Cain have more of him, but the jeans around his ankles held him in place.

“Oh god Cain, yyyeesss, ohhh, pppllease, fuck me.” He whispered hoarsely. Cain didn’t have to be asked twice. He leaned in, taking the fiery throbbing tip of Bowdy’s cock into his mouth, licking the salty-sweet drop of pre-cum from the tip as he slid it to the back of his throat. Bowdy bucked and moaned but Cain didn’t Casibom Güncel Giriş let go. Reaching up he cupped Bowdy’s balls in his hand and squeezed. “Oh god yyyesss.” The model hissed, throwing his head back and relaxing into Cain’s touch.

Cain couldn’t contain himself. He’s been so hungry for his lover all morning and now he demanded satisfaction. He picked up speed, rocking his head back and forth, growling deep in his throat with pleasure, sending vibrations down the length of Bowdy’s solid shaft. His own cock pulled against his jeans and he had no choice but to release himself from his confines. With one hand cupping Bowdy, his mouth suckling hard and firmly on his lovers ivory rod, he wrapped his free hand around his own cock and tugged. The sensation was unbelievable. His asshole spasmed and his abdomen tightened as he pumped at his own cherry red manhood. He could feel the cum rising, his balls tightening with every stroke.

Bowdy was on the edge too. He writhed and tugged at his bonds, unable to move against Cain’s incredible mouth. Cain couldn’t hold back any longer. As he pumped rapidly a fountain of cum shot from his dick spraying the floor where he knelt. Bowdy, watching the erotic show, pushed deep into Cain’s mouth, and with a wailing scream he shot his load into the back of Cain’s throat. Cain gulped and let the creamy sweetness slid down.

****

“Don’t ever do that to me again, d’ ya hear.” Cain whispered with a smirk as he untied Bowdy from the rail, kissing him softly on the cheek.

“Come here.” Bowdy answered, pulling the dark body-guard into his arms and kissing him deeply, tasting his own cum still on Cain’s lips. “I can’t promise I won’t.” He pouted. “I have to go.” Pulling his jeans up and grabbing a shirt, the tall auburn-headed model headed out onto the set as Cain watched him go.

“Well maybe just one more time eh?” Cain murmured after him.

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I remember always being intrigued by the thought of touching another woman, being touched by another woman. Once I discovered how to really make myself cum, my mind would usually wander to the thought of looking down and seeing a woman’s face licking my wet pussy, grabbing her hair and holding her head to my pussy, feeling her fingers sliding in and out of me, while her mouth licks my juices up and her tongue expertly laps and swirls around my clit. I would often find myself cumming to this image.

Years later, in a drug induced sex episode, I was in bed with a couple. They often liked to bring other females into their room and have their way with them. I was no exception to their rule, despite being inexperienced with anyone of the same gender. He was between my legs licking my soaked pussy while my head rested in her naked lap. She kept pushing her pussy up, wanting me to put my tongue in her dripping slit, but I was too involved in what was going on between my legs. She fingered me, telling me how wet I was, taking her finger from my pussy and putting it in her mouth, licking my juices off her finger in between kissing me. We showered together, rubbing the loofa over each other’s clits, but soon after, the drugs wore off and I went on about my way.

It would be many years later before I’d have my first full on lesbian experience. I had befriended a girl from work, and after checking out her Facebook page, I had determined that I was pretty sure she was a lesbian and often would make myself cum to the thought of her going down on me. The first time we hung out outside of work, she confided in me that she was indeed a lesbian, which of course made me Casibom intrigued and immediately soak my panties. I was actually getting closer to maybe one day having a woman licking my pussy! In the meantime, I had also started a sexual relationship with a male coworker who was known for being somewhat of a ladies man. He’d hit on all the girls at work. When I told him that my friend was a lesbian, he did what any guy would…asked for a threesome….or if he could watch. I took the thought of this and ran with it.

I sent her a text, asking if she’d be in for a threesome, she wouldn’t have to touch him, he wouldn’t have to touch her. They could both touch me! Win-win! Just a few seconds later, I had my answer, she was in! I was actually going to be fulfilling my fantasy! We decided to make this threesome happen as soon as possible. The following day was a Friday, so we planned for Friday night at 10.

A few hours before the big event, I was having dinner and drinks with my mother and some of her friends to celebrate her birthday. But, my mind was elsewhere. All I could think about was the fact that in just a few short hours, my long time fantasy would be coming true. I was going to have sex with another woman. At this point, it didn’t matter if the male of the equation was even there, but it did help me with my nervousness knowing that someone I already had a sexual relationship with was going to be there. As soon as I had put in my time at the restaurant, I grabbed my purse and took my wet pussy out to my car and got on the road.

I arrived at 9:30, and continued my quest for liquid courage. I drank about 3 beers in the 30 minutes before the Casibom Giriş male portion of the threesome arrived, so I was nice and laid back, and incredibly excited in multiple ways by the time he walked in. My friend had recently moved into her new apartment and hadn’t set up her wifi yet, and being that he worked in the IT department at our job, she made him set it up for her before we did anything as a group. While he was in the bedroom setting up the wifi, she walked up to me, pinning me to the wall. She said she had been wanting to do this for a while, and started kissing me. Her lips were so soft and knew exactly where to kiss me on my neck that makes my panties drop instantly. We stopped kissing for a moment just to move to the bedroom to see what the hell was taking him so long. He was finishing up the wifi set up as she and I were locked in a deep kiss, laying down on the bed. She was on top of me, mouth to mine, running her hand up and down my body with her long dark hair surrounding me. She rubbed down my thigh and came back up on my pussy. It was electric. The touch of a woman, even through my jeans was almost enough to send me over the edge.

For a few moments, I forgot that there was even a man in the room with us. He had made his way next to us, and was already naked, stroking his cock while watching her body pressed up against mine, mouth locked on to mine. I had to break the kiss with her, and give him some attention because it was his idea. I kissed him while she started to suck him off. He took my shirt and my bra off and started in on my nipples that were aching almost as much as my drenched pussy.

I was in desperate need Casibom Güncel Giriş of attention there, so I grabbed her face and pulled it off his cock, pushing her towards me. He sat back and took in what was happening before him. She was practically ripping my jeans off me so she could put her tongue on me. She’s had many females in her time and her expertise was apparent. She started off slow, barely touching my clit with her tongue, flicking it ever so slightly, just enough to send shockwaves through my abdomen. She slid one finger in my aching pussy, then another, pulling them out and licking them like a popsicle getting every last drop of my juices. Then, she really got into it. Curling her fingers inside me, rubbing my g-spot, she almost sent me over the edge in seconds. She stopped though and told him to have his turn with me much to my disappointment, but also that she wanted to finish me off. He put his condom on, slid in me maybe twice before cumming, and I guess the sight was just too much for him because he left shortly after…either that or maybe he could tell he wasn’t wanted or needed at that point.

Once he was gone, she went back to work on me. Fingering me and sucking on my hardened clit. Soon after, I felt the buildup of a massive orgasm coming. My pussy started tingling, going up my abdomen and down my thighs. It felt like a unicorn riding a rainbow to a pot of gold where my thighs come together. I was cumming. I was actually cumming from another woman. The sight was amazing. Her hair now tied in a bun, I grabbed a hold of it, and held her face to my pussy grinding against her mouth.

After I finally came down from my orgasmic high, I saw how wet I was. My wetness covered her face like she had bathed in me. We were both exhausted so we went to bed after, her hand resting on the pussy she had just eaten like a pro. This would be the start of many, many more orgasms from her.

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