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I Worship the Feet You Walk On

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All characters are 18 or older. As the title suggests, there is an extended scene of foot worship fetish in this story; if that’s not for you, feel free to just scroll on.

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I smelled and licked at the bundle of Ben’s socks in the laundry basket, recalling the instance when I first realized I had this peculiar foot fetish.

My fascination with men’s feet went back to the change rooms of high school and extra-curricular sports. I remembered being alone in a men’s change room many years back and inhaling the male scents of the place. There were no lockers; it was an honour system change room, where you changed and left your clothes on the benches, trusting them safe from your neighbour. With an eye on the entrance the whole time, ever wary of observation and ridicule, I went around the change room sniffing at the armpits of t-shirts, the crotches and ass-creases of underwear, and the socks and shoes collected under the benches. I was hooked by all the odours, but the foot sweat turned me on the most. I couldn’t help myself masturbating with all that sensual inspiration; I came in a pair of my own socks less than a minute after I started stroking.

Even as I recalled those early minutes of self-discovery and satisfaction, I heard a set of keys jingle against the lock of my apartment door. I stepped out of the little laundry room and away from the incriminating jumble of dirty socks, and turned to face my roommate, Ben, as he let himself in after a full day’s work. I was a bit self-conscious; if Ben studied me carefully, he might see my boner pointing at him like an arrow from the front of my lounge pants.

Ben was six feet all, black, handsome and brawny. He had been up since before the crack of dawn doing yard care: he’d have been mowing lawns and trimming hedges, bagging up fallen leaves and blowing off driveways on a normal, early-autumn day; perhaps, he’d been helping to remove tree stumps or performing landscaping tasks if it was a more challenging day. It was good, honest physical labour. His shirt was soiled and sweaty, his shorts stained with grass and dirt. His boots were as begrimed with mud and crushed grass. I could see only a short length of each of his grey wool work-socks in the space between his shorts and his boots. The socks were stained, imprinted with the overlapping images of a thousand blades of cut grass.

“Wow,” Ben said. “What a fucking day! My back aches and my feet are killing me!”

“Sorry to hear it,” I said, meaning well.

“Seriously, man, I could use a really good, old-fashioned foot-rub. What do you say?”

I laughed.

“Just for a few minutes?”

I refused, of course, treating his request like it was a joke, even though I had already secretly taken to smelling his shoes, his slippers and his discarded socks in the laundry. It was just something men don’t normally ask of one another. I was out as a gay man and Ben was cool with that, but I suspected that Ben didn’t realize that the invitation to handle his feet would also invite an intimacy he might not intend.

“I’ll tell you what,” Ben said. “You rub my feet for just twenty minutes, ten minutes each, and I’ll order in delivery of whatever you want for supper. Indian, Italian, Chinese: you name it, it’s yours if you do a good job on my feet.”

I wondered if Ben was on to me about smelling his socks. Had he seen me breathing deeply of his foot-scent when I thought no one was watching? Was this a test?

On the other hand, I was hungry. Besides, I was between jobs and paying rent out of my savings; my prospects for new employment were good, but a free meal would give my wallet a rest at a time when I didn’t have much spare cash. And I guess you can’t shit a shitter: I knew damned well I wanted to put my hands (at very least) on those feet.

“Alright, make it five minutes per foot instead of ten, and you’re on,” I said.

Ben nodded, walked over to the wingback chair in the living room, and sat himself down. He raised his feet off the floor and rested them on the ottoman. I knelt beside the ottoman on Ben’s right side as he kicked off his shoes. The first thing that struck me was Ben’s natural foot odour; it was fresh and highly-concentrated at this range. His feet had been encased in socks and work-boots for over ten hours, and now they were breathing. I Gaziantep Yabancı Escort hovered in closer, subtly inhaling the scent of his sweaty socks very briefly, so as not to arouse any suspicion from Ben. The odour was an earthy mix of aromas: the boot leather, the wool sock, skin and sweat, with just a hint of dirt and fresh cut grass.

I felt the familiar stirrings of my cock as I responded to the smell. I had become addicted to a feebler version of this odour by sniffing at Ben’s footwear, but I had never been this close to the source of those emanations.

“Go on, man,” Ben said.

I put my hands on his right foot, feeling it through his sock. I used my thumbs and forefingers to massage the arch and the bridge of his foot simultaneously. The wool of the socks slid a little under my skin, adding a welcome friction to the foot-rub. The sock felt slightly damp.

Ben immediately groaned with some relief.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

I acknowledged that with a nod and continued to rub his aching arch with one hand while the other hand wandered up to his toes. Even with his sock on, it was easy to identify each toe, and I pulled them one by one until each one gave a tiny crack.

“Oh, yeah, that’s the stuff. Rub my toes.”

I concentrated my efforts as I was directed. I held each toe with my fingers while my thumb rubbed them each for half-a-minute or so. It was maddening to be so close to these smelly feet without laying my tongue across them. My fetish got the better of me then, for I leaned in and began to sniff at the toes right through the wool socks without worrying that my roommate might take notice. Maybe I was emboldened by the fact that he was plainly enjoying this as much as I did.

“Hell, yeah, that’s right. Smell those toes. Take off my socks and sniff my dirty toes.”

I obeyed, slipping off first one and then the other sock. I held them both balled up in my hands, and quite without thinking about it, I probed the wool with my sensitive nose, inhaling their bouquet. My erection spasmed in response to the odour and Ben saw it stretching the crotch of my lounge pants.

“Jesus, man; I was kidding,” he said, with good humour. “You are such a fag.”

I was, in fact, a faggot, so I didn’t deny it. I told Ben he should be grateful for a hungry, queer mouth like mine. He laughed and told me to get back to work. Ben considered himself arrow straight; he could be counted on to keep me awake pounding some hot chick or other in the room next to mine twice or three times a week. Calling me a fag just meant that he understood that I was aroused by this contact, but letting me continued told me he didn’t care; at least he didn’t care as long as his feet needed rubbing. I was fine with that, especially as I enjoyed this waking wet dream. I suspected that when I was waiting for supper to be delivered, I might retreat to my room and beat my meat over the memory of touching Ben’s feet.

I turned my attention back to Ben’s naked feet, making no secret now of smelling them from sole to toes. I inhaled deeply as I dragged my nose across the calloused soles I was rubbing. These were a working man’s feet, with corns and bunions and the occasional blister; I soothed where I touched and Ben had no objections.

“Show my heels some lovin’,” he said.

I took this as permission to up my game. While I rubbed the heel of one foot with my hands, I loved up the other heel with my lips and tongue, letting my hands and mouth reverse heels occasionally. I nibbled at the ridges of hardened skin that made crescents around the back and sides of his heels. The salty, earthen flavour tantalized my senses as I continued to explore his foot with my tongue.

When my tongue reached his toes, I licked them and sucked them into my mouth one-by-one. There was some sock-lint between his toes and I pushed those damp woollen wads out of those spaces with my tongue. I might have stooped to licking feet and sucking toes, and maybe I got off on it, but I didn’t eat toe-jam for anyone.

As I rubbed his left foot sensually with one hand and lapped at his right foot with my tongue, I looked out of the top of my eyes and took in the sight of Ben staring back at me with his intense brown eyes. He met my stare with a heavily-lidded look of what I recognized as arousal. I let my eyes fall to the front of Ben’s shorts, and sure enough, his cock was pitching a tent there. I didn’t let my observation or satisfaction register in my eyes though; I didn’t want the straight guy having a moment of gay panic, so I continued the stimulation for another minute or two before I dared to break off.

“I know just what we need,” I said, clambering to my feet and bee-lining it to my room. I went through my nightstand and came back with a tube.

“It’s lube,” I said. I didn’t add that it was an edible product. “It should make it easier for me to pleasure your feet.”

I didn’t use the word ‘pleasure’ by accident; I wanted Ben to realize that he was being given pleasure by a gay man, but I didn’t want to jeopardize the chance to continue. I was highly aroused by the tastes and smells of Ben’s feet and I realized that before I was done, I was going to want to consummate my lust for them; I was going to try to fuck Ben’s feet if given half a chance.

Technically, I could have stopped rubbing him any time and just walked away from this growing arousal; I had promised Ben five minutes per foot and we were well past that now. Whatever the outcome of this little foot massage session, my supper was promised. But I might never have an opportunity like this again and I was determined not to waste it.

I poured the lube on my palms and applied it to both soles of Ben’s feet simultaneously. It was cool to the touch and he curled his toes a little in response. I rubbed the lube over the whole foot, warming it and using a thumb to part the toes to fill the spaces in-between with the edible oil. I glanced furtively over Ben. He had his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. A quick inspection of the front of his shorts quickly confirmed he was still hard.

Once I had the feet completely saturated, I returned to my massage with both hands, rubbing the moisturizing lube everywhere from his soles to the bridge of his feet and almost to the ankle and Achilles tendon.

I couldn’t help myself. I fell on his feet with my mouth; this time, I pleased him more desperately than before. The neutral taste of the lubricant didn’t deter me from the flavour of my subject. My passion was inflamed and I knew I wanted him more than anyone else in my life. After five minutes of kissing and lapping at his feet, I raised my head and looked into Ben’s equally lustful eyes.

“I want to fuck your feet,” I whispered with heated breath.

“You’ve got me so fucking hot, you dirty faggot,” he answered hotly, unbuttoning the front of his shorts and pulling his cock out. He started to jerk off, which just made me feel hotter. “Do it. Fuck my feet.”

I didn’t need to be begged. I whipped my t-shirt over my head and dropped my lounge pants, freeing my erection. It pointed at Ben’s feet like a weathercock. My hands were still slippery from the lubricant, but not so slippery that I couldn’t guide Ben’s feet together so that the arches met, looking like two halves of a clamshell, or maybe a pussy. What’s a gay guy know about that? I poured a little lube on my boner and spread it all over the organ. When my cock was fully lubricated, I inserted it into the space between the arches of Ben’s feet, slowly fucking them.

It felt exquisite. The lube compensated for the dry skin, but it didn’t change the rough texture of that thick flesh. It was as stimulating as any ass I’d ever been in, and feet smelled better than ass in my opinion. As I began to find a rhythm for my foot-fucking, I cast a glance at Ben. He was gently tugging on his cock. I tossed him the tube of lubricant in case he wanted to masturbate with greater ease. He caught it and was about to apply it when I whispered a promise at him. He weighed his options and set the lube to one side and left his cock alone with great reluctance.

I picked up speed as I fucked Ben’s arches and, in my excitement, I may have said a few things that might have worried a less secure straight man than Ben. I promised to suck his toes every day if he’d let me. If he wanted me to, I’d lick his ass and suck his cock. Ben took it all in stride, leaving his fingers off his cock with great difficulty, reserving himself for my special treatment.

“Oh, fuck, Ben, I’m going to come on your feet,” I declared.

Ben raised his head to watch me climax between his feet. The feeling of each spasm of my cock sent a shiver of pure delight down my back. My penis pulsed and I ejaculated a wealth of seed over the bridges of Ben’s feet. A few stray bursts striped the inside of Ben’s calves. After my orgasm, I continued to slowly pump between the arches of those heavenly feet until I became too sensitive to continue. I stepped back and withdrew from between the powerful feet that had contained my thrusts. I pulled up my lounge pants and tied them at the waist; that would catch any drippings from my cock while I cleaned Ben up.

I was grateful that the lube was edible as I licked Ben’s feet. I lapped at the semen I left on his bridges and sucked the excess lube off his soles and toes. Once his feet were clean, I leaned in further and licked my seed off the inside of his calves. I didn’t mind eating my own sperm, but cum just didn’t taste as good when it was cold.

Then it was time to deliver on my promise and Ben was impatient.

“Come on, fairy,” Ben said. “Do it.”

I had promised Ben he wouldn’t need his hands to get off and now was the time to deliver on that promise. I pushed his feet off the ottoman and pushed the footstool to one side. I knelt between his knees and spread Ben’s legs. His fully-erect black cock pointed up at me with just a slight curvature. He was probably between seven and eight inches long and as big around as a salami, making this one of the biggest cocks I had ever attempted to pleasure.

I turned to the task with a real will. For me, there was a fair amount at stake. The foot-rub might have started out innocently—well, innocently for Ben—but matters had taken a turn that changed the status quo within the apartment. I had fucked my straight roommate’s feet, and now I was sucking his cock. What would be the consequences for these actions? Would Ben accept the moment of passion as just that: hot, meaningless sex? Would our relationship change to a sexual nature or would it cool? Would Ben somehow consider himself exploited and used by his gay roommate and turn hostile toward me? A lot might depend on just how good a blowjob I could give.

So, I contrived to blow him the best I could. I freed him of shorts and underwear altogether. I kept my tongue active first in his groin, licking the sweat off the inside of his thighs and licking and sucking on his balls. I held the base of his cock to steady the monster and licked pre-cum out of his piss-slit before engulfing the glans of his penis in my willing mouth. I wrapped my tongue around that sensitive cock-helmet and let my muscle spiral around the tower of flesh in mindless repetition. Ben moaned; something was definitely right. In the meantime, I played with his balls and jacked him from the root of his cock. I let a hand straying down to rub his perineum and I noticed his cock throbbing in response. I wondered what would happen if I stuck a finger in his asshole, but I thought that might be too gay for Ben… at this stage.

As much as I enjoyed the smell of Ben’s feet, I had to admit that there was something deeply tantalizing about the heady aroma emanating from his pubic hair and from his groin. I could get used to this. I wondered if Ben felt the same way.

Just at that moment, Ben was feeling something else entirely. He came hard in my mouth, breathing heavily, sighing, moaning, grunting. I sucked down every drop and gave his cock a sensual tongue-bath to boot.

Ben had said he’d settle for a rub of five minutes per foot. Not every minute of this session had been spent on Ben’s feet but we’d been at this for over an hour. When I swallowed every last drop and cleaned his cock, Ben was still hard. I offered to give him a handjob, but he declined with a grin.

“No, I think I’ll save a little juice for the next time I need it.”

That probably meant he had a woman coming over tonight. I wasn’t jealous; this was looking more and more like it was just one-time sex. If I had another chance, I’d love to give those feet another licking, and if I ended up blowing him again, I might put a finger in his ass after all. There was a chance we might continue as friends with benefits. I was okay with that.

“The next time I need it might be tomorrow morning before work,” Ben said.

I grinned. No tension. No obligations.

Except one.

“Dinner’s still on you, remember?”

“You still hungry?”

We laughed and he ordered us a large pizza.

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Author’s Note: Sex scenes are bookended with “~~~” for those uninterested in plot. For those interested in plot, I don’t recommend this continuation chapter as a standalone piece.

Trigger Warning: No actual domestic violence takes place, but suspicion and history of DV are a strong theme in this chapter.

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My life became immeasurably better the hour Kay convinced Dr. Valkis that he should get a new start elsewhere. But my ruminations got me worried as the day progressed and I looked back over the previous 24 hours. I hit myself in the face with a cabinet door, admitted that I can’t drive because the idea of it terrifies me, proved incapable of setting my own alarm to get to work on time, and had spent months trying to come to terms with a man whom she handled in minutes.

How could she not think I was a complete idiot? She has such confidence and she’s an important lawyer who…

You know, I still don’t know precisely what my girlfriend does, but she manages effortlessly to wake herself up and drive herself to work for whatever it is she does. At the right time. In a car that she owns and is licensed to operate. All without knocking herself in the head or needing an intermediary to communicate with other human beings on her behalf.

I was afraid she’d think I was either too stupid or too much work and bail on me. So when she arrived to pick me back up from work, I guess I’d sunk into myself some.

My girlfriend’s good at noticing those things. “Are you okay, Cuteness?” she asked as she enfolded me in a big greeting hug.

“Yeah…” I mumbled into her shoulder.

“Want me to take you straight home?”

“To your house?”

“I’d prefer to take you to my house, but wherever you’d rather go is okay.”

“Your house.”

My girlfriend squeezed me close and released the hug. “Off to my house we go then.”

On the ride home, she put her free hand on my thigh – like normal – but didn’t caress me or fondle me. It felt too weird to ask her to touch me more or ask her why she wasn’t touching me more, so I fretted silently. She stayed quiet during the drive as well, which I couldn’t imagine was a good sign.

We walked inside, and my girlfriend kissed my cheek and pressed me to sit in one of the dining room chairs. She started putting together some dinner in the kitchen.

I tried to sit still. My feet tapped. I fiddled with the drawstrings on my hoodie. I did long division in my head.

She pulled a package of some sort from the freezer and winked at me, then turned to get some plates, glasses, and forks. I noticed the cabinet door clasps had been replaced with magnets. Never had such a considerate and immediate action taken on my behalf made me feel so low.

My girlfriend set the plates, glasses, and forks on the table, kissed my forehead, and walked back into the kitchen. I followed her.

“Baby?” I had to say something.

“Yeah, Kiddo?”

“I know I must seem stupid, but I’m not and – if I am – I’ll do anything for you to make up for it!”

Her arms were around me before I got the run-on sentence out. I love her arms.

“You’re not stupid, Jenny,” she disagreed so conclusively and authoritatively that I couldn’t argue back even if wanted to dispute her. And I didn’t want to. I knew I wasn’t stupid exactly, but…

“But I’m just so…I don’t know. I don’t deserve…You can hit me if you-“

She didn’t let me finish the sentence that time. She spun us and pinned me against the fridge. Her body pressed against me so tightly, I couldn’t even take a deep breath. The fridge kept my back straight and her pressure against me calmed me and oddly helped me to regulate my breathing.

It was like nothing bad in the world could get to me through her.

“I love you, Jenny. I never want to hurt you. More than that, I want you never to be hurt.” She rubbed her cheek against mine, still holding me tight.

I didn’t speak, but my whole body relaxed.

“I get that you have some self-esteem issues to work through and that you’ll need time to believe in your own value.” I felt her breath on my ear and her voice had the most soothing tone I’d ever heard. “Until you see yourself as the wonderful person I see, remember that you are my girlfriend. I will not allow anyone – including me or you – to mistreat or disparage my girlfriend.”

I started sobbing, not sad. I felt such relief that a floodgate opened and I couldn’t control my reaction. She swept me up, carried me to the couch, and laid down beneath me.

“I’m sor-sorry. I…”

My girlfriend shushed me. “Cry yourself out, Love. I’ve got you.” She pulled the afghan over us, rubbed her cheek to mine again, and rubbed my back with her warm hands.

I slipped my hands under her, under her leather jacket and her blouse to touch her skin. I rubbed my cheek back against hers (even though I wondered if my hot tears would smear her makeup). I laid there in her arms and did exactly what she told me to do. I cried myself out.

It Gaziantep Grup Escort felt so good to have that release. Years of emotion poured out at once. And she took it all. She just kept stroking me, petting me, and telling me sweet things.

After a while, my tears stopped and I calmed, but she kept petting me and comforting me with gentle words. I honestly couldn’t believe how much I loved her. Couldn’t believe my luck at her finding me.

This need took me to be really really hers. I feel most hers when she holds me after she makes me cum, but I’m super crappy at asking for it.

I tried to wiggle subtly on top of her, you know, seductively. She stiffened, took a deep breath, and held me tighter.

I kissed on her neck and jaw. One of her hands left my back and ran through my loose blond hair.

“Baby?”

“Yes, Kiddo?”

“Can we, um?”

“Hey, no. You don’t have to…do that. Not right now. It’s okay. We can lay here for now.”

“I want to. I need to be yours.”

“Angel, you are abso-fucking-lutely mine. You don’t have to prove anything.”

She shifted beneath me. My girlfriend always kinda lusts for me, even when she thinks I’m sad and she shouldn’t.

I summoned some resolve. “Please, Baby? I need to cum.” Resolved or not, I still whispered the request pretty quietly.

Her hand left my mussed hair and turned my narrow jaw. She kissed me, softly and possessively at once. The hand that had been rubbing my back slipped between us and under my waistband. She rubbed my lower belly instead and woke the butterflies there.

“Are you sure you want this, Darling?” Doubt slowed her usually crisp speech.

I nodded and kissed her, teasing her tongue until it followed mine back into my mouth. My legs spread for her, not subtly. I sucked her tongue.

Her hand went further down and tickled my lips. She kept kissing my other lips too.

As her silken lips pressed to mine, an insistent tongue teased and toyed in my mouth. Her hands are strong, her fingers are lean. Even if she had short, stubby, little fingers though, I was wet enough to make it work. More fun with her fingers though.

Her first two went into me, deep. And back in, back out, back in. Her thumb found my clit, having to dig in some since we were so tight together and my panties and pants were still on.

My fingers dug into her back, too. I imagined the little crescent shaped marks I left there as I gripped the woman I loved. I kissed her supple lips back, desperate for the release that only she had ever been able to give me. I keened in a wordless begging for her to have me.

Her fingers moved faster. Her kiss grew more insistent. She was pushing me to completion at high speed. It’s so cool that she knows better than I do where I’m at sexually at any point in our lovemaking.

My hands held the arm of the couch above her head, forearms flexing. My toes pointed out as my ankles flexed as well. My back arched.

Then I realized physically that I was cresting. Another warmth spread throughout my body. I felt more liquid flowing out of me around her amazing fingers and she made me hers again with a beautifully gentle orgasm.

Her fingers stayed at my sex for a few lingering moments as I came down. Then both her arms wrapped back around me and held me.

“Are you good, Dove?”

“Uh-huh.”

We laid like that, together. Until her stupid phone went off. I grumbled as one of her hands left my body to check the text.

“It’s Nic, Kitten. The girls are on their way over. Are you still up for meeting them? I can tell them to wait for another night if you…don’t feel like company.”

“No, I still want to meet them, Baby.” That was mostly true. The idea of meeting new people who were that important to her scared me, but it made me more a part of her life too.

“Okay. Since I sort of failed in the preparing dinner aspect of our evening, I’ll ask them to pick up some takeout on the way over. That’ll also give us some time to get cleaned up first.”

She meant me, but was too nice to say it. While she texted back, I walked to the bathroom off the living room, all the while experiencing a more minor but still real dread.

The mirror was not a friend to me that day. Rather it bore out the justification of that dread. My face was a wreck from the crying and my hair was wild and static-y. Between that and the black eye, I looked moderately terrible.

I’d wanted to look nice, you know? I don’t ever need to be Jessica Rabbit or anything, but nice at least seemed like an achievable goal. I was meeting my girlfriend’s friends for the first time, so I wanted to look nice.

I saw her in the mirror coming up behind me (my girlfriend, not Jessica Rabbit). My first instinct told me to slink away, but she turned me toward her and kissed me sweetly. Then she wiped my face clean with her pocket square. She took a brush from a drawer and smoothed down my hair too.

“I messed up your pretty hair, it’s only fair that I fix it,” she noted charitably with a smile as she finished brushing out my rebellious blond locks. “You’re beautiful, Kitten.”

“Are these clothes okay?” Maybe I should have been wearing something more formal? I could hardly be wearing anything less formal than Ducktales and Donald Duck.

“Dearheart, my friends will be so happy to see that you’re not a figment of my imagination that you could wear a potato sack and they’ll still give you a big hug and welcome you to the family.” She kissed me again. “But, based solely on how wet you got my fingers, you may get uncomfortable if you don’t change soon.

“Okay. So, like, jeans? I don’t have jeans here. Maybe-“

Her lips stopped my jabbering with another swift kiss. “It’s a casual night in with the girls, Cuddles, no one will be dressed up. Just wear something you’ll be comfy in.”

I nodded and headed toward her room for clean clothes.

“Wait, they’ll hug me?” I asked from the foot of the stairs, her comment finally hitting me.

“Sweetness, I can probably stop Nic and Teeg if you want, but yes, Melody will almost certainly hug you.”

“O-kay.” I was surprised that it was okay.

I ran up and switched to my Yoda hoodie and Clone Wars pants. Something about wearing a wise Jedi master on my chest gave me a shot of courage. The sexy chartreuse bra and panty set I wore under them gave me an unexpected confidence boost too. I still paced back and forth until I heard the doorbell and ran downstairs to greet her friends and my fate.

“Ah, so you are real, Jenny.” Melody walked up to me and, sure enough, enveloped me in a big friendly hug. It was different from when Kay hugs me, no sexual undertone at all. But she made me feel super welcomed. Then Teeg hugged me, and then Nic.

“We brought Cranium!” Teeg announced as she tossed the game to Kay, “I’m gonna get drinks and forks. Fire up the hookah?”

I followed my girlfriend out to help her. I didn’t actually know how to help with a hookah at the time, so I mostly stood around as she filled the bowl, covered it with pierced foil, and put charcoal on it.

“Baby, we’re going to play Cranium?”

“We don’t have to, Pretty girl. Would you rather watch a movie?” she offered as she lit the charcoal and put the wind protector thing-y on top.

“No, I like board games. Just, what if I don’t play well? Will I be on your team?” I was anxious to come off well in front of her friends and not seem like an uneducated dunderhead. Suddenly a simple activity like a board game seemed fraught with a myriad of possible negative outcomes.

She set down the tongs and extra charcoal, then she hugged me too. “You’re always on my team.” Like I said, there are always sexual undertones with her, but she strived to make me feel better. “But, yeah, tonight it’ll be you and me against Nic and Melody. Teeg will play for both teams.”

“Oh. Because we have an odd number of people?” She sat me down and took the seat next to me.

“You’d think so, but it’s actually because she has zero discipline and will shout out the answers no matter whose team she’s on.”

“I fucking heard that.” Teeg walked out with like six bottles of liquor from Kay’s cabinet in one arm and a twelve pack of Cherry Coke in the other and set them on the side table. I didn’t recognize most of the labels, probably because I don’t drink. Redbreast, Bruichladdich, Boru, Espolon, and Appleton? At least I’d heard of the Johnnie Walker.

“I said it loud, blurter,” she confidently shot back.

“And I second it.” Nic set down a couple bags from China Harbor and started pulling out boxes of Chinese food.

“Play nice. We wouldn’t want Jenny here to think we’re uncouth.” Melody warned as she set down utensils, napkins, and shot glasses and then patted my shoulder. I hadn’t considered that they might care about my impression of them, too, “Kay, did you get a new table?”

“No,” my girlfriend answered quickly, “I’m going to grab some more chasers.”

“Kitten,” she whispered in my ear as she stood to walk away, “You don’t have to drink any alcohol or caffeine, or do anything else you don’t want. And you don’t owe anyone an explanation.”

“Jenny, do you like moo shu pork?” Nic held out a box with a fork in it to me.

“Yes. Thank you.” I was grateful both that I wouldn’t have to choose one for myself and that I could start eating, rather than idly sitting there and wondering what I should be doing.

“Kay says you work at the pharmacy at Seattle Children’s?” Melody asked me.

I nodded, mouth full of moo shu.

“Sounds more beneficial than the drugs I dispense,” Nic joked.

“Don’t undersell yourself!” Teeg took a shot of clear liquid. I hadn’t even noticed her pour it.

“Wanna hit, Jenny?” Melody passed me one of the hookah hoses and a plastic tip.

“Oh, I don’t, ah, smoke.” I declined while physically accepting both in my hands.

“Don’t worry. It’s tobacco-free.” Melody answered and both Nic and Teeg nodded. “Cotton candy flavored, too.”

It was delicious.

“Here,” Teeg offered, “Try a shot of Octomore with it.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Kay walked back out and took the shot set in front of me, replacing it with a Barq’s Red Creme Soda. She sat next to me and squeezed my thigh quickly under the table.

She smoothed all the conversation for me and her friends were so nice and easy that I loosened up quickly in the convivial atmosphere of my girlfriend’s open balcony. We ate, drank, smoked, and played. And laughed. I laughed so hard at something Teeg said that I threw my head back, unabashed.

“Jenny, sweetie, come help me get some desserts?” Melody asked. I thought it was abrupt, and looked at Kay.

“I’ll get-” Kay started.

“I asked her, Kay.” Melody cut my girlfriend off and took my hand to lead me inside.

My girlfriend sat back down without a word. After being cut off like that, kinda rudely. Seeing her – knowing the vengeful fury she could be – back down to anyone disconcerted me.

I went to the freezer, thinking to find a frozen pie or cake. Goodness knows I wasn’t prepared to actually cook a dessert.

“That was a bit of a ruse, sweetie.” Melody explained. “I wanted to talk to you. Here, sit with me.” She pulled out a dining room chair. I sat in confusion.

“Did Kay tell you what I do for a living, Jenny?”

“You’re a lawyer, too?”

“Yes, but a different type of lawyer. I’m a Special Prosecutor for the Seattle City Attorney’s Office, Domestic Violence Unit.”

“Oh. That sounds tough.” I didn’t know what to say. I hate it when I can’t tell if I feel weird in a specific social situation or if I’m in a specifically weird social situation.

“It can be, but it’s rewarding, too. Germaine to this conversation, it’s given me some particular training to look for certain signs. Like the slight discoloration below your eye and that you’ve been crying hard.” She put her hand on mine and I felt like I could confide anything in her. “Jenny, if stuff that you don’t like is happening, it’s okay to tell me. It’s good to tell me. Nothing you say will get back to Kay. It’s just you and me talking, alright?”

“Alright.” That seemed like a generous and compassionate offer from a remarkably thoughtful and sympathetic person, but also like a totally weird and random thing to say.

“Did you and Kay have an argument?” Her benevolent voice urged me forward. Whatever it was she wanted to know, I wanted to confess.

“No, but I thought she thought I was stupid and I told her she could hit me. She pinned me to the fridge and told me I was hers and it was okay. Then I cried and she made me feel better and then we, um, you know. But my black eye is from me hitting myself with a door.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Melody wrapped her arms around me. She’s such a naturally comforting person that I let myself be hugged and comforted.

But you know how you burst into tears more easily when someone is super kind and understanding than you do when confronted by indifferent or mean people? I sobbed as her kindness inundated me and I let myself think about the things that made me sad. I thought I’d cried myself out earlier in my girlfriend’s arms and I was indeed out of actual tears to cry, but my shoulders shook and I clenched my stomach as Melody held me and patted my back.

“Jenny, sweetie, I’m going to bring Nic in here with us, okay?” She gently released me. Her voice was like a warm hoodie from the dryer.

“Okay.”

“Hey, Nic!” she shouted, “Come in here and help us pick!”

Nic walked in with Kay and Teeg trailing behind her.

“Are either of your named ‘Nic?'” Melody’s voice, so tender with me a moment before, spat acid at the uninvited women.

Again – despite the level of authority in Melody’s voice – I was surprised when both Teeg and my confident and aggressive girlfriend put up their hands in surrender and walked back out.

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Anne’s documentary had nearly come to its end when my oddly assertive girlfriend turned off my phone and now the credits are rolling. Between her prematurely ending the vibrating text game and getting her toys back inside her without my help, she’s impressing me today. I’m still going to make her buzz for each of those texts later though.

“Round of applause for the lady of the hour!” Teeg announces as Anne’s name scrolls passed and raises her glass in a toast. “The only thing in the whole show worth looking at!”

“Here, here.” We all raise the toast and Anne preens.

“Off to Cherry Girls’ then?” Teeg’s mind lasers in on her next conquest.

Melody and Anne jump in her truck and the rest of us pile into Adrianne’s SUV. Although my girlfriend and I share a bench seat, I respect that she won’t want to play in close quarters with three other people in the vehicle. She snuggles up to me as much as our seatbelts will allow during the ride though.

“Hi Kay,” The parking attendant greets me as we leave the garage across from the bar.

“Hey Matt,” I answer with open friendliness.

“How do you know him?” Adrianne asks with honest surprise.

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He came over the dusty hilltop and walked down the road towards me. As he came closer my mouth fell open. I had never before seen such a massive muscular physique. His arms tapered from massive shoulders to thick boned wrists and big strong hands. His legs, well his legs were huge, his massive thighs a moving mass of rippling muscle as he strode smoothly towards me. He wore only a calfskin loincloth and some leather straps about his chest. The loincloth covered his crotch but as he moved it flapped back and forth and I could see that it was never going to hang straight down on him. There was far too much of a mound sitting behind it for that.

As he strode closer he looked me over. It was a direct assessment of my physical attributes. “Where are you from?” I shouted to him, as he got close enough to hear.

“Why do you ask?” he bellowed back.

“I have never seen a man who looked as muscular and strong as you do,” I replied, not wanting to offend him but unable to stop looking down at that loin cloth of his, trying to figure out just what was behind it.

He laughed as he reached me, “I have had a long walk and need to rest a while. Do you want join me?” he asked.

I gulped, “yes, of course, I have a water skin you can drink from too.” I took up the leading rein on my ass, which carried my provisions. “Umm, where do you want to rest?”

He indicated a pile of huge rocks that stood beside the road. “There.”

I smiled, seeing that the rocks made some cool shade. I stepped off towards them but he landed a huge hand on my arse and grabbed a handful of my dusty tunic. He spun me around and his huge arms pulled me in to him and he planted his lips on mine, crushing them. His hands were on my arse, each huge hand almost completely enclosing a cheek.

“Ummm,” he grunted, as he let me fall free. I could see his loin cloth was standing out more now than before, Gaziantep Grup Escort and was transfixed by the obvious bulge now being made by what was behind it.

“Come on,” he said, taking my arm in a powerful and painful grasp.

Once we reached the shade of the rocks he pushed me back against the nearest. I gasped, and was a bit worried for a moment, then he removed his loincloth and I was too stunned to worry about anything else. What he had been hiding was a huge engorging cock, already more than one span long, and big sagging balls. He stroked his cock, which was still only partly hard but already as thick and long as any I had seen before.

“Do you have any oil?” he asked.

I nodded numbly, “In the pack on my asses side,” I replied.

“Get it,” he ordered me.

I scurried over to my pack animal and dug out the clay jar of cooking oil and returned to hand it to him. He pushed me about and I ended up facing the rock with him behind me. I had a pretty good idea where this was going.

He slapped a huge hand on my shoulder and pulled my tunic down, tearing it off me. Then I felt huge fingers parting my cheeks and his hand slapped oil onto my arse. It dribbled down my thighs as he pulled my hips away from the rock and my legs followed until I was supporting only my head with my hands against the rock. He slathered more oil onto my arse and then I cried out, “OOOH,” as he plunged one of his thick fingers into my arsehole.

My arse was a well-used piece of equipment but it had never served a man built like he was. I turned my head as far as I could and gasped fearfully when I saw the huge rod he now stroked with his free hand. “I don’t.. ,” I began, my protest cut off by him jamming a thicker finger deep inside me.

He stroked the head of his huge cock against my hole wetting me more and spreading the slippery oil about on himself as well as me. I cried out as something burned its way inside me. He laughed. My arse was emptied and I wanted it filled but wasn’t sure if what he was offering me was going to be able to be accommodated inside there.

He was not concerned though and in a moment I was screaming a scream that echoed through the pile of rocks and across the valley. He had got inside me. His huge cock was tearing my entrance up as he eased it into me. I pushed back, trying to make my arse open wider, putting my hands back to pull my own cheeks apart. He continued to drive himself into me and I continued to let out screams of agony.

But then he had hit that spot and I was gasping for breath between my screams. The oil and my body were suddenly helping him ease in and he was making way inside me without tearing me apart. I groaned now with huge groans and crying moans. He was going deeper than I’d known a cock could go and stretching me to my limit and almost beyond, but he kept going. Then he was in. I gasped and panted, sweating with the strain of taking him.

He grunted too, and his cock moved inside me and I screamed again. Then he slapped my arse hard and started to fuck me with small bumps of his great hips. They bumped my arse so hard they nearly drove my head into the rock I was leaning against. His bumping became fiercer and my screams again echoed through the valley.

He grunted again and suddenly pulled out of me. I nearly collapsed onto the hard ground but he pushed me back to the rock and turned me about. I was shaking still from the strain of his fucking me and he handled me like a soft toy. He bent down and lifted my legs off the ground and I yelled out as he pushed my back up the rock behind me and locked my bent knees over his forearms and spread them as wide as he could.

My arse hole was now ideally placed for him and I gasped fearfully as I saw his engorged cock was now well over a span and a half in length. It stood out so hard he just pulled me forward so my arse rode down on it. I screamed again as I felt it going into me, deeper than before if that was possible. It was slightly easier for me to take spread wide as I was but now my back was being rubbed raw by the rough rock behind me.

The he pushed me effortlessly off his cock to near the end of it. I was no more than a bag of straw to his huge muscles. Then he pulled me in again, his cock plunging back deep in me, while I screamed a piercing scream. He ignored my protests and built up a steady fucking rhythm with his hips and my body.

It was all I could do not to faint as he plowed my arse like that. He kept the pushing pulling fuck up for some time. Then I felt him twitch inside me, making me scream again, while he plunged deep, threw his head back and roared like a lion. There was a great surge of warmth inside me. He roared again and I felt another flood fill me. I came myself, over my belly and chest, just from the feel of him coming inside me.

Then his cum began to run out of me and dribble down his thighs. He pushed me off him finally and my legs refused to hold me up. I collapsed into a heap at the base of the rock that had rubbed my back raw. I couldn’t move and wondered if I’d ever walk again.

He smiled down at me while he replaced his loincloth. When he was done he said to me, “Well met stranger,” and waved me farewell. He turned away and returned to the road, striding off into the distance as I lay on the ground totally fucked and drifting off into unconsciousness.

I awoke to the cold of nighttime and wondered why I was lying there and wondered too at the odd dream I’d had of being fucked by a giant. Then I moved and the pain it caused me told me it had been no dream. I certainly had been fucked by a giant. And I knew too that my ass was going to be unhappy at having to carry me on his back the next day. I doubted I would walk properly for some time.

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“I swear he is cheating on me, always has an excuse to go out of town for business, and he never pays any attention to me anymore. I feel like I need to make an appointment with Thom just to spend any time with him or even to have sex” Carlie said crying to her best friend Leslie on the phone.

“Can you believe,” he says he has a conference on Halloween weekend so now we can’t go to your party? I will be stuck home “AGAIN”, all by myself. Another party missed because he “has” to work. “Get this”, Thom says that they are “supposed” to wear a costume Saturday night for the meet and greet following the conference. I have never heard of a costume party at a conference, “does he really think I’m a fool?”

Carlie, “I don’t think Thom’s cheating on you. He loves you too much. I think you are over thinking too much. I see the way Thom looks at you, there is no way he would do something like that.” You just need to talk to him Leslie said.

“So what are you going to do” Leslie asked? I have a plan and I’m going to find out “once and for all” if he is cheating on me or not. “So help me” if he is cheating on me I am going to lose my shit on him, he won’t know what hit him. I think I would “go batshit crazy.”

“So” what are you going to do Leslie asked?

I am going to make reservations at the same hotel they are staying at. I will just check in the middle of the night so nobody will see me. I will stay in my room until Saturday night, dress up and go to the party unnoticed, then I will cheek out Sunday while they are in the conference. Then I can be back home when he gets here and act like nothing ever happened. I swear if he is cheating I will “go batshit crazy” on him when he gets home.

I “don’t understand” how you are going to find out if he is cheating or not Leslie said.

So “here is my plan,” well you know, Thom is a big “Darth Vader geek” and that’s what his costume was going to be for your party. I did tell you that we “weren’t going to make it to your party” this year. Sorry, Carlie said.

I will “mark” his costume somehow so that I will know it’s him and “not someone else.” I mean “how many Darth Vader costumes will there be?” Damn “Star War geeks,” Leslie said laughing. I will wear the red formal dress that he hasn’t seen me in. The one that shows a lot of skin and gets a mask to cover my face, so he doesn’t know it’s me.

What happens if you get Thom back to your room then what. Well, guess we will be having sex with the masks on I guess. I “don’t want him to know” it’s me until he gets home and I make him pay for what he’s done. And just how is he “suppose to go down south,” Leslie asked laughing?

He should be able to lift the mask up a little and still do “the deed” and put it back on while he fucks me Carlie said.

I “think” you have thought too much into this. I think this is a “big mistake, I don’t think you should do this” Leslie said.

I “don’t know” how else to find out if he is “cheating on me” or not. “Do you” have another idea, because I am “all ears if you do?” Even if I was to follow him, there would be no way to see into the room once they were behind the door. “Unless” I watched him kiss her beforehand then I would be “shit out of luck.”

Look I don’t like having to do this, but I have no other way to “prove anything” unless I hire a Private Investigator to follow him. I need to confirm if Thom is “cheating on me or not.”

“No,” Leslie said, but “I know” Thom “loves you.” I “don’t think he would do something like that” to you. I think he is just “working really hard and is getting off track” is all. I think you should try talking to him.

“I have tried, lord knows I have tried, he just tells me that I’m being silly that he is working hard, and he’s not paying enough attention to me,” she said.

Ok, but I just want you to note that I think this is “a very bad idea and it’s going to backfire” on you Leslie said.

“Duly noted”, Carlie said.

So “when” do you leave and “what” are you going to wear for a costume? Leslie asked.

I “leave” Friday night. It’s only about a two-hour drive there, so I figured I would check in around midnight. Thom “should be in bed by then,” Carlie said. As for my dress, remember that Red one that’s low cut in the front, slit three quarters up my front and hung real low in the back Carlie said.

Oh, yea, the one “you thought showed too much skin and you didn’t think Thom would like” it Leslie said.

“Yep, that’s the dress I am going to wear.” Thom has “never seen it.” I put it in the back in the bag and hung it in the back of my closet. “Guess we will find out if he likes it or not,” Carlie said.

Yea, “that dress.

He would have loved you in that dress, I don’t think it showed too much Leslie said.

I just have to go to “pick up” a mask to wear with it before I leave. I will put my hair up and with the right mask, he won’t know it’s me. “This will work, I’m sure of it, besides I don’t have any other choice,” Carlie said.

Friday afternoon rolled Gaziantep Sınırsız Escort around and Thom kissed his wife “goodbye.”

I “don’t understand why” you have to “always be” the one going to these things. “Can’t they send someone else, why do you always have to be you?”

They “always send the best person to go and right now that’s me.” You “would think you would be happy that they trust me to make these decisions?” he asked his wife.

“I will make it up to you when I get back,” as he kissed his wife goodbye. “Don’t be mad at me?” he said as he headed for the door.

“Fine, I hope you have a good time at your Halloween party while I’m sitting home alone for another party we will miss together.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I forgot Leslie’s party was this weekend honey, “I’m so sorry he said. We will do something when I get back. I promise”, he said as he walked out the door.

She waited until he pulled out the driveway, then she headed for their room to get her things ready. “Once and for all”, she was going “to confirm if he was really there for a conference or if he was meeting someone. Or maybe he was going to the conference but was meeting someone there. One way or another “I have to put this to rest.”

Carlie called Leslie as she was pulling out of her driveway around ten o’clock Friday night. Just wanted to tell you I “was leaving.” Should only take me about two hours to get there. “Once” I check in I’ll text you Carlie said.

Carley, “I still think this is a”very bad idea.” Please “be careful,” Leslie said.

“It will be ok.” Just if anyone asks why we are not at your party tell them Thom had to go away on business and I’m feeling sick. Everything will be fine Carlie said. “This is just something I have to do. I hope you understand” Carlie said to Leslie.

“What” are you going to do if Thom calls you at night Leslie said? Oh, he called me three hours ago, saying he was tired. Had a few things to look over for tomorrow, and then he was going to bed early. So I “should be” fine. I have actually “already checked in” on my phone. So all I’ll need to do is grab the key and go straight to my room. I will call you tomorrow Carlie said.

Just as Carlie expected it was midnight when she pulled into the hotel. She had already stopped at the store and got her drinks and something to eat for tomorrow, so she didn’t have to leave her room until time for the party.

Carlie asked the girl at the desk what time the costume party was for tomorrow night and the girl told her the party started at eight o’clock. Quickly getting her room key, confirmed what time the party started and headed to her room before anyone saw her.

She made sure she wore jeans, long sleeve shirt with a baseball cap, and she pulled her hair up in the baseball cap just in case she ran into anyone. “Luckily” the only person she saw was the girl that gave her the room key.

Once in her room, she hung up her dress to keep it wrinkle-free and sent a quick text to Leslie letting her know she made it ok undetected.

Carlie: Hey I have checked in and in my room till tomorrow night. I didn’t see anyone, but the girl that gave me my key.

Leslie: How are you going to eat if you can’t leave the room {smiley frown emoji}

Carlie: I stopped at a store next to the hotel and got food and drinks for the day. “It will all be good.” I will call you in the morning.

Leslie: sleep tight. Just want to remind you “I still think this is a bad idea.”

Carlie: “Duly noted”, just remember Thom is “away on business, and I am sick” if anyone asks.

Leslie: “Got it”, just “be careful.”

She laid down to find something on TV and the next thing she knew her cell phone was ringing. When she “realized it was morning,” she knew it was Thom calling when she heard the Star Wars music ringtone she set for him. “Such a geek,” she thought as she answered the phone.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, Thom said, I “didn’t mean to wake you, sweetheart.” I just wanted to “say good morning and I love you” before I head to the conference.

“I love you too”, she said. “I hope” you have a “good trip,” she said yawning.

“Go back to sleep sweetheart,” Thom told her and I will be home “before you know it.” “I will call you” later after the conference is over for the day and then he hung up.

“Jerk,” Carlie said as she rolled over and went back to sleep as there was nothing else for her to do until later that night. Not like she could “leave” the room or anything till tonight.

She woke back up about nine thirty to her phone ringing “again.” “What is it with people this morning.” She grabbed her phone to see that it was Leslie calling her. Good morning Carlie said in her “sleepy voice.”

“Are you just waking up?” Leslie asked.

“Technically no, I was up at seven this morning when Thom called to tell me good morning and that he loved me.”

Carlie, “I think you should come home. It’s not too late to change your mind, I have a bad feeling about this. What if Thom comes home early and you aren’t home.” Then what are you going to tell him?” Leslie asked Carlie.

I will just tell him ” I went for a drive and lost track of time.” Then I would head home if that happens, but it won’t. If not, I am doing this Carlie said. “I just have to know.”

I’ll text you again “before I go down.” “I’ll send you” pictures of what I look like so you can tell me if he will recognize me.

Come on, Thom is your husband, “don’t you think he would recognize you” Carlie said to her best friend.

“No,” because he won’t think I am going to be here and besides once I’m all done up with the mask on, he won’t be able to even tell it’s me. “Trust me,” she said. “Whatever,” I have to start getting things ready for tonight.

Later Leslie said and hung up.

What is it with everyone “hanging up on me” today, it”s “getting pretty old quick” she said to herself.

About five o’clock her phone rang with Thom calling. She answered the phone just as happy as she could be under the circumstances, and asked him how his day went.

Not “too bad,” he said, I got a few possible new contracts, but “won’t find out tomorrow for sure if they are a go”. So I guess “all in all” it was a good day Thom said. “How was your day sweetheart,” he asked?

It was “ok,” she said, my stomach is feeling a little off today, so I might just “stay home” tonight and “not go” to Leslie’s party. It will be a shame to miss it she said.

“Oh, honey, I am so sorry you aren’t feeling good and don’t want to “go. I feel so bad now not being home to take care of you.”

It’s “ok,” I’m sure it’s probably just a twenty-four-hour bug or “something.” “I’m sure I will be all better tomorrow” when you “get home.” Have a “good time at your Halloween party” she said to her husband said. I think I’m going to go and “lay down,” I will “talk to you tomorrow,” she said and then “hung up.”

Six thirty rolled around and Carlie got in the shower to start to “get ready” for her hopefully not entrapment. “God, I don’t know what I will do if he hits on me, comes back to my room and sleeps with me.” I will be “devastated,” but I just can’t say anything until he gets home tomorrow night. That is all there is I “can do” Carlie said to herself feeling like she could cry again.

“No going back now”, Carlie said to herself.

She got out of the shower, dried off, put her hair up in a decorative bun, and put on her makeup. She put on her lotion that Thom “always loved”, then put on her red guarder and stocking on, and then stepped into her dress. She walked in front of the mirror. Looked at her self and thought damn she looked good. “There is no way Thom will ever know it’s her.”

She took a couple of pictures and then put the mask on and took a few more, so she could send them to Leslie. Damn, I should have done this Friday before I left just to make sure this will work. What if it backfires she thought. Well, it’s a “little too late now” she said to herself.

Carlie: What do you think and then she sent pictures sent with and without the mask on.

Leslie: “OMG”….you look freaking “awesome” in that dress Thom “would have” loved it if you had worn it that night.

Carlie: Do you “think” Thom will be able to tell it’s me with the mask on

Leslie: “No”, I don’t think he will. The mask covers more of your face more then I thought it would. That dress though, every man will be after you tonight. {smiley face emjie}

Carlie: Well, I am only “after” one Darth Vader tonight. I will text you later tonight or in the morning. “Let’s hope” that I’m not calling you crying.

Leslie: I “don’t think he will fall” for your entrapment. So, “I think” you will be coming home a “happy woman.”

Carlie: Let’s “hope” so and “be careful.”

About eight thirty, she headed down to the party. Every guy I walk pasts stops and stares at her. I can’t “believe” I am doing this. What if he “comes” back to my room and then I am going to have to fuck him. I will be “heartbroken” Carlie thought to herself.

As she walks in the crowded room she starts looking and only finds one Darth Vader costume. She walks around the room acting like she isn’t looking for someone. Carlie tries her best to avoid having to talk to anyone. “Still shocked” she is doing this. “Please don’t let me go home heartbroken,” she says to herself.

She finds Darth Vader over at the bar. She walks over and asks for a glass of wine trying not to bring any more attention to herself. She sees he is watching every move she makes. She grabs her wine and moves over to one of the high top tables and just looks around, but she is still able to see Darth Vader.

“Before she knows it,” he is on the move heading “directly for her.”

Well “hello gorgeous, are you here with anyone he asks”.

“No, I am all by myself.” How about you she asked?

Would you care to “join me?” he asked. I “hate” going to these things “alone,”e Darth Vader said.

Yea, “me too,” Carlie said. I just usually show up for about an hour and leave she said.

She noticed the “black X” she had marked on his mask, so she “knew” it was his mask. I mean really what are the chances someone else shows up as Darth Vader with that same mark?

Do you have a room here in the hotel he asked? Carlie “thought she was going to die” right there. Yes, I have a room how, about you.

Yea I have one, but I am sharing it with a co-worker. Do you want to “go back” to your room he asked?

“Ok”, let me grab another drink then we can head up there she said. “Don’t cry Carlie, don’t cry.”

Carlie walked back over to the bar and Darth Vader followed.

He was not going to lose sight of her. Afraid someone else will grab her up. Do you “want” to do a shot before we “go up to my room?”

Ok is all he said.

“Two shots’ of Jack Daniels Black Carlie said to the bartender.

My “favorite” Darth said.

Carlie just lets out a gasp of air. She just can’t believe this is happening. That is Thom” drink.

They left the bar and went to her room. Darth took the keycard from her and said here “let me” get that for you. He opened the door and held it open so she could walk in. “Wow,” this room is way nicer than ours is he said. We just have two beds and a little table in our room he said.

Well, it was a “last minute” booking and the only room they had. I had “no choice” if I wanted to stay here in this hotel she said to him.

So what is your name he asked?

Cinderella she said.

He just laughed and said no really “what’s your name,” he said.

“Tonight” it’s Cinderella and “you are” Darth Vader she said. She said “no names. I am only in town for the weekend.”

Ok if that is “what you want.”

“It is,” she said.

“Kinky” Darth said as he took a step towards her.

Every step he took towards her, she took one step back. That was until she felt the bed and could go no further.

“Nervous?”, he asked.

Just “a little”, I have never “done this before”, she said. It just hasn’t been “my thing”.

Why tonight? he asked.

“Lonely” I guess she said. She fell back on the bed with nowhere else to go.

“If” you want to talk a few minutes we can do that and “just talk.” I don’t want” you, nervous sweetheart,” he said.

“Oh, god”, that is what Thom always calls me. “Sweetheart,” god what “am I going to do,” she thought. “No,” I will be ok she said as she stood up.

“I can do this,” she thought as she took a few steps away from the bed, stepped out of her shoes, and unzipped her dress allowing it to fall and puddle on the floor. Standing “practically necked” in front of him in nothing but her matching lace bra and panties.

She so wanted to “call him” out on it and make him take his mask off she could “beat the crap out” of him, but she didn’t. She “hoped” he wouldn’t go through with it in the end, but if he did she has no choice to go through it too.

He walked over to her, grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her close. “You are so beautiful,” he said. “I can’t believe someone hasn’t snatched you up.”

“No,” I just haven’t found the right man, so I guess I am “all yours” tonight she said.

He walked her back till she felt the bed, then he pushed her back falling on the bed so she was laying down and started to remove his mask.

“No, No, you can’t remove your mask, you have to leave it on,” she said.

Then “how am I suppose to taste that pussy of yours?” He ran his fingers along her lips and said you are “so wet.” I am going to “slide into you so easy when I fuck you.”

She just laughed and said you can lift it up enough for you to do the dead and when you lift your head back up you, you have to put the mask back down. “No real identities tonight,” she said.

“Oh, what a kinky woman you are,” he said.

“No, no,” just how am I suppose to have Darth Vader “fuck me” if you don’t “have the mask on.”

“Ok, Ok, I get it,” he said, a “Star Wars junkie” I see.

“No,” Just Darth Vader has “always turned me on,” she said.

He dropped to his knees and lifted the mask to the top of his head as he took one slow lick up her sex. He slowly began licking up and down her folds, as he takes his fingers and spreads her lips open to lick all of her pussy. Over and over he licks and sucks her pussy.

She could see the top of his hair was black just like Thom’s was. He was the same height and build as Thom also she thought.

“Oh, god,” she moaned.

“Are you relaxed now?” Cinderella he asked.

“God yes, don’t stop”, she moaned.

He just laughed and continued licking her pussy. He slides one finger in and slowly started finger fucking her. You are “so tight sweetheart,” he said. I “can’t wait to put my dick in you, it’s going to feel so good.”

“Oh, god”, he called me “sweetheart” again. She “thought” she was going to start crying right there, but she couldn’t. She had to see this all the way through.

A little sure of your self-aren’t you, she said. I am “very confident”, he said. You will be “screaming my name” when I’m “done with you,” he said.

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I was allowed to sleep in late the next morning. Probably so there was time to get the medical room set up for the day’s events. When Annie came in to get me up it was past noon. I was allowed a couple sips of water but that was all. My nipples and crotch were sore and that was to be expected. I couldn’t see my sissy clit pulled back snugly and permanently between my legs. Annie helped me into the shower and stripped and climbed in with me. After washing each other’s body. I was allowed to kneel and lick her beautiful pussy as the warm water cascaded over us. While hugging before stepping out she whispered to me how much prettier I looked now and how she could hardly wait to play with my new breasts soon.

She dressed me in a lace black and red night gown that barely reached my thighs, a pair of feathery open toe mules and nothing else. I was led to the exam room where the doctors were waiting for me. Dr. Atkins had me standing while he examined my chest again, using a marking pen to outline where his work would be done. He explained the procedure thoroughly to me and said that Dr. Dane would be handling the anesthesia and assisting him. Miss Maddy had told me that Dr. Atkins was known to be one of the best “breast Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort men” in the city and that I was in very good hands.

The Dr. also explained he would be placing the implants from the side through my armpit so no scars wouldn’t show after healing. He said what the healing time should be and what I should expect. I was informed that I would spend at least 2 days in bed and bandaged and he would leave some pain medication with my owners. When he was done he went to wash up as I was placed on the exam table and secured as Dr. Dane started an IV drip in my arm. I counted backwards from 100 and didn’t get too far before waking up in my bed with a throbbing pain in my chest, neck, face and and crotch.

As I awoke Annie and Maddy were sitting beside my bed. Annie told me not to talk, removed the seemingly ever present headphones, and fed some ice chips. Miss Maddy asked if I was in pain and I nodded yes. She released a bit of liquid from a separate tube into my IV feed and the pain started to subside. I saw what looked like two mountains on my chest and could not see past them.

“We will show you a video of the operation when you are more awake Brenda, but I want you to know it was a huge success. After finishing with your new breasts, Dr. Atkins did a bit of a tracheal and vocal chord shave. Your voice should be a bit higher in tone when you can speak again but please try not to until tomorrow at least. Annie and I can’t wait to hear it either.” Maddy informed me.

“We also decided to fix your nose a little, not too much but he did thin it out a bit. Finally he tucked your sissy eggs up into their sockets and stretched your scrotum up and over your sissy clit and made it look like outer labia lips like we discussed previously. I’m sure that as your brain capacity has faded a bit since this whole adventure started and you may not remember that discussion. But, for a few days you are not to try to rub your clitty, and after you are up and about again you could wear your panty girdles with a nice thick soft maxi pad inside for comfort.”

Thanks to the painkillers I was drifting back to sleep and felt them each kiss me on the cheek as they left. Late the next afternoon I finally saw the video. It wasn’t that exciting I thought. Glad I slept through it.

The following morning I awoke to Dr. Atkins voice. “Well sissy its time to take your bandages off and get a shaping bra on you, he told me. After first removing the IV set-up, he unwrapped my chest and I saw 2 pretty and perfect D-cup breasts stretching up from my chest. “Be gentle, but you can touch them if you like.” I reached up and felt my breasts for the first time. The first touch was electric and felt like it touched a chord all the way to my sissy clitty.

I let out a soft shriek and everyone laughed at my new higher pitched voice. I couldn’t believe it myself.

“Oh My” I cried out, “is that really my voice? I sounded like a little girl. “I love it!” said Maddy it’s a perfect bimbo voice for Brenda. Dr. Atkins has done some wonderful things for you because he is a friend of mine. But I think as a bonus for him he will have full use of your mouth and pussy whenever he wants for at least the next 2 years. That’s fair don’t you think?”

And in my new sissy bimbo voice I squeaked, “Oh yes Mistress, I love his pretty cock.”

Miss Annie then fitted an industrial looking support bra on me and got me out of bed. She said I needed to get my legs moving again and get some food in my belly. The others quietly left and Annie assisted me in eating and I went to rest a bit. After all we did have a big party coming up and I need to get my strength back. Annie said she and Maddy could hardly wait to get their mouths on my new breasts.

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Day 1.

After a long wait for our bags at the airport we finally found a taxi that would take us to our hotel. An hour and a half later we arrived at the most magnificent building and gardens that was stuck in the absolute middle of nowhere.

As patience isn’t one of his virtues Rob wasn’t happy even though it had been him who had booked this ‘bargain holiday’ over the Internet.

At the reception desk we had more problems. It quickly became evident that German tourists mainly used the hotel as the staff hardly spoke any English. Being typical Brit’s we obviously didn’t speak German or Spanish or anything other than English. As there was a problem with our reservation this meant that we were having terrible problems trying to register. Then, out of the blue, a ‘white knight’ appeared.

Well, not a real ‘white knight’ but a group of 5 teenage German boys wearing shorts and basketball vests as if they had just returned from the beach.

“Hello. Can I help?” the tallest asked in a faultless English with only the merest hint of a German accent.

“We can’t get booked in mate.” Rob muttered.

“Can I see?” he asked as he took our Internet receipt from my husband. The boy read it carefully then spoke politely to the young girl behind the counter. They each pointed at various parts of the document until the girl grinned and went into her office.

The boy handed Rob the receipt back. “She confused you with someone who was not due to arrive until Saturday. I’m sorry. She is getting your keys now.”

“Uh, thanks mate.” Rob replied embarrassed.

“Hi, my name is Didi. I am also staying here, with my friends.” He then turned to his friends who all waved and smiled.

“Hello and thank you very much,” I offered him my hand, “I’m Andrea and this is Rob…my husband. We are from England.”

“I guessed!” Didi laughed, “I am sorry. That was not fair.”

The receptionist returned with our room keys and some more documents. After a couple of stress free minutes we were unlocking the door to our room.

“At last!” Rob huffed as he dropped the cases onto the floor.

“God! It’s fantastic!” I gushed as I whizzed around the room opening doors and cupboards. When I opened the shutters in the bedroom I was greeted with two of the German boys standing on the balcony of the apartment opposite. We waved to each other as I surveyed the pool and bar area. Suddenly I felt as if I was finally on holiday.

Back in the living room Rob had found the porn channel on the TV.

“I might have guessed!” I scowled as he stared at two huge breasted girls wrestling on a bed.

“Guess who are opposite us?” I asked as I put the kettle on.

Rob turned and shrugged his shoulders.

“The German boys. The one with long hair waved.” I told him.

“Gay boys all of them.” Rob chuckled as the blonde girl produced a huge dildo from under a pillow.

“I’m sorry?” I quizzed him, “Gay boys? What makes you say that?”

Without taking his eyes from the screen he went on, “Well, look at them; they’re too good looking to be straight. Five lads like that…together…. On holiday…definitely!”

I shook my head knowing that it would be pointless to argue.

Later that night we passed the boys as we went into the restaurant.

“Hi. Andrea?” Didi greeted me, unsure how to pronounce my name. “How is your room?”

“Fine,” I replied noticing his twinkling blue eyes.

“Yeah, fine thanks,” Rob mumbled.

“Are you eating in the hotel?” Didi continued as one of his friends tapped his watch, “not going into town?”

“We are a bit tired after all of the travelling, so we thought that we would have a quiet night.” I smiled as Rob rudely made for the bar. “How far is it to the town? Can we walk?”

Didi laughed again and shook his head, “Not really, it is 3km, we have a car and I think that you will need one to.”

With that his friend with long dreadlocks tugged his arm and they left.

Rob handed me a drink and asked, “Is it cold out there?”

“No,” I shook my head not knowing what he meant. Then his eyes went down to my nipples, which were now clearly poking through the thin material of my dress.

My husband grinned as I blushed and turned away.

“You’re going to be disappointed…. I stand more chance with him than you do!” he laughed out loud, “I’m telling you – gay as a Bishop!”

During our meal we planned sunbathing around the pool the following day, then we’d get a taxi into town on the night then hire a car the following day to discover the island and most importantly – the beaches.

Day 2

Rob and I had been lying by the pool for over an hour when I heard a familiar voice say, “Hi. Do you like it by the pool?”

I looked up to see the German boys walking past, obviously on their way to the beach. Didi was standing next to my lounger, only dressed in baggy surf shorts, trainers and dark shades.

“Yes its fine, thanks.” I replied. Rob looked up from his English newspaper and smiled.

“We prefer the beach. It Gaziantep Sınırsız Escort is less crowded.” He told me as he bent down onto his haunches.

“Me too, but as it’s our first day we thought we would stay in the hotel.” I was enjoying talking to this handsome young man. I could tell why Rob would think that they were gay; all 5 were very good looking, tall, cool and their bodies were very tanned and toned.

“You should join us one day,” Didi suggested, making two of his friends laugh, which puzzled me.

“That would be good,” I told him knowing that my husband would never agree.

With that they left us.

The rest of the day was uneventful until late afternoon when I decided to go upstairs for a shower and get ready for our night out. When Rob finally joined me his stomach, legs, ankles, chest and face were as red as a beetroot! He had fallen asleep. We had a blazing row as he thought that I should have been checking on him! Men!

By the time that I stepped out of the shower my husband was burning up. After a discussion he still agreed to go into town for a meal and a few drinks. That was a mistake! We were only halfway through our meal when he was in so much pain I decided that we would have to get a taxi back to the hotel.

As we were trying to flag down a cab the German boys appeared and asked what was wrong. I explained and Ralf volunteered to drive us back in their rented Jeep.

“No, no!” Rob insisted sarcastically, “You stay here with the lads. You enjoy yourself.”

Within two minutes Ralf returned with a big open-topped Jeep and my husband was zooming away from me.

As my husband had decided that the guys were gay, he probably felt that he had nothing to worry about, apart from me getting drunk!

With the Jeep in the distance the remaining lads took me into a Disco-bar. We had a great time, drinking and dancing and drinking some more. As we drank they asked me about England and my job and Rob, while I asked them about Germany and themselves. It became obvious quite quickly that they weren’t gay as three of them had girlfriends back at home! They had come on holiday together as they were all going to different universities all over Germany later in the year and this would probably be their last chance to be together.

By about 11 o’clock I was very tipsy and dancing quite outrageously with 2 or 3 boys at a time.

“I must get back to see my husband, he’s not well.” I slurred as I took a huge gulp of yet another exotic cocktail that they had bought me.

At the Jeep I realised that it was only designed for 5 people and there was now 6 of us. Ralf got into the drivers seat and Stefan, a gorgeous boy with long blonde dreadlocks jumped into the passenger seat.

“You may have to sit on one of our laps,” Didi apologised.

I didn’t care at all; in fact I was looking forward to a ‘bumpy’ drive home.

As I drunkenly climbed up the steps and clambered onto the back seat I heard Hans say something in German which made his friends laugh.

“Shit!” I realised that he had been looking up my short summer dress and had seen my lace thong. Grinning I playfully slapped his muscled arm, and wagged a finger at him.

He innocently shrugged his shoulders and pretended that he didn’t know what I meant.

The boys sat in the seats and I positioned myself on a knee of both Didi and Mark. Didi put his strong arm around my waist and with a roar and a sandstorm Ralf raced out of the car park.

I had been correct about the bumpy road. It was like a rollercoaster as the car hit every pot-hole on the island. I was thrown about like a rag-doll in the back giving the lads plenty of opportunities to ‘accidentally’ grab my freely bouncing breasts or slide a hand up my short dress touching my thighs ‘in an attempt to steady me’! Eventually, when they realised that I wasn’t complaining, Didi slid his hands inside my dress and casually groped my tits through my bra. The others stroked my legs and one even playfully touched my tingling pussy.

All too soon we were back at the hotel. Still giggling we climbed out of the Jeep and I straightened my clothes, so as not to make my husband too suspicious.

In the reception area they begged me to have one more drink with them, but I declined explaining that I had to see to my ‘sick husband’.

At my age, leaving five young men ‘horny and disappointed’ made me very happy indeed.

Rob looked a sorry sight lying spread-eagled on his bed. His body looked even more inflamed in the half-light.

“Silly sod!” I thought as he moaned and groaned; feeling sorry for himself.

I covered him in ‘after-sun’ then undressed for bed in the bathroom. I chuckled to myself as my thong was so wet it actually stuck to me. After the ride in the back of the Jeep, I was so turned on I had to play with myself as I sat on the toilet. It felt sooooooo sexy fiddling with my sticky clit thinking about those boys playing with my tits and legs, knowing that my husband was lying asleep in the next room.

Day 3

Rob was so ill he couldn’t face any breakfast, so, very ‘hungover,’ I made my way down alone. Three of the German boys were already there and beckoned me over. Remembering my behaviour 9 hours previously I found it difficult to make eye-contact with them as I sipped my OJ and coffee. Thankfully they were gentlemen and only ‘alluded’ to having ‘enjoyed my company’ the previous evening.

When I told them how sore and ill Rob was and I would be sunbathing alone today, Didi volunteered to stay behind and keep me company. I tried to tell him ‘no’ but he insisted.

An hour later after telling Rob of my plans, I was lying topless next to a handsome 18 year old German boy on adjoining loungers. Thankfully Rob thought that this was just another ‘thing’ that gay boys would do.

Didi was good company and we talked in more detail about our differing lives as the morning flew by. He talked very passionately about the beach and the surf, insisting that Rob and I should join them there when he felt better.

Every half hour I would put my bikini top back on and we would swim together in the refreshing pool. I couldn’t take my eyes off his slim tanned torso as he dried himself. As Didi sat on the edge of his sun-lounger and bent away from me my stomach fluttered as my hands began rubbing thick cream into his skin. His body felt so hard compared to my husband. With my eyes covered by dark sunglasses I could see a fat woman a few yards away from us staring at me and smiling – I guess that she was jealous. After a couple of minutes of this ‘pleasure’ Didi turned away and adjusted the front of his once loose shorts. When he had composed himself he asked if I ‘would like the same’. I nodded and lay on my stomach.

‘God Almighty!’ this felt good. His hands were soft and gentle as he caressed the cool lotion into my baking flesh, making my purr like a kitten.

We continued like this until lunchtime, when I went back to see how my husband was. As I opened the door I was hit by an icy blast. Rob was lying half asleep on the sofa with the air-conditioning turned on full.

In fairness to him, he looked terrible and probably was in a lot of pain, but it was his own fault! I put on a sweatshirt and made some salad which I ate alone on the balcony.

Rob wasn’t in the mood for small talk but seemed happy that Didi was keeping me company by the pool, which meant that ‘my’ holiday wasn’t being completely ruined.

Didi was waiting for me with some cold beers when I returned. The next couple of hours flew by as we swam, drank beer (and water) then rubbed more suntan lotion into each others hot bodies. I swear that there was a bulge in the front of his trunks at least three times that he carefully adjusted, thinking that I hadn’t noticed – but I had!

After a while I began to feel very, very naughty, I looked up to see that the blinds in my apartment were still closed.

“Do you like that?” he asked in his sexy American/German accent, as he massaged my shoulder blades with lotion one more time.

“Oh yessssss.” I cooed as his finger tips slid down my sides until they touched my tits, “yessss.” I continued as he slowly moved to the small of my back easing his fingers inside the elastic of my bikini pants.

“Should I do your legs?” he whispered.

“Mmmmmm, yes please.” I continued purring as he delicately squeezed the muscles and sinews of my 34 year old legs.

I eventually had to ask him to stop as I now wanted some lotion on my front. I took the bottle from him and sensuously squirted a huge dollop of cold white suntan lotion onto my chest as I sat less than three feet away from this young hunk of love. I tried as best I could to make it look natural as I rubbed the runny liquid into my heaving breasts and across my stomach. My tits felt heavier and firmer than I could remember as I squeezed and rotated them for my young friends’ pleasure.

Didi was pretending that this was the most normal thing in the world as he tried to make polite conversation. I stared into his pale blue eyes as I eased the elastic of my bikini bottoms away from my skin with one hand as the other rubbed the cream further down. Didi was virtually speaking in a whisper as he tried to peak inside my pants.

“What were you saying?” I nonchalantly asked as he was now nearly incoherent.

“Oh, uh …nothing important.” He mumbled as I spread my legs, exposing my prominent ‘camel toe’ (as Rob calls it) to him as I squirted more cream onto the inside of both thighs.

I bent forward making my breasts jiggle and whispered, “Would you like to rub that in for me?”

All he could do was smile as his trembling hands nervously touched my skin. It took him a few seconds to gain his confidence, but when he did I was in Heaven. His hands and fingers swirled in long then small circles pressing the skin as if it was made of eggshells.

I scanned the area to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully only the fat woman was, and she appeared to be enjoying the show as much as I was.

A couple of times he ‘accidentally’ touched my genital area making me jump as it was so sensitive.

“Naughty, naughty!” I chided him as I tapped him on the head.

He looked up like a scolded puppy.

Nervously I looked at my watch, 4.15, and said, “I’d like a coffee.”

“Oh…okay,” he muttered with a look of devastation on his face, “I’ll get them.”

“No, not from there,” I looked towards the bar, “let’s go to your room.”

The look on his face suddenly changed into a huge grin.

He began throwing his things into a bag until I told him to slow down, as I didn’t want to make it ‘look too obvious’.

I knew by slowly getting dressed and packing my bag would only tease him a little bit more.

Once inside the hotel he nearly ran up the stairs two at a time. Then as we entered the untidiest room that I’d ever been in, he suddenly lost his confidence.

“Your husband? What if ….?” he stammered.

I put my finger to his lips and told him not to worry about Rob. I then unhooked my bikini top and dropped it to the floor.

“You’ve wanted to do this all day haven’t you?” I asked as I gently pulled his face towards my shiny tits. “Suck them!”

He did as he was told and hungrily licked and sucked my swollen nipples making them ache like never before. His hands were suddenly all over my body groping my arse through my sarong and pants then roughly grabbing my tits. I hadn’t felt this ‘wanted’ for a lot of years.

I unfastened the sarong leaving me standing in just my tiny bikini bottoms as he continued licking and sucking my 34c tits.

“That’s enough of that!” I told him as I grabbed his hard dick through his shorts. “Which room is yours?”

He motioned to an open door, “Okay, let’s go!” I laughed as I led him into the room by his cock. The bedroom was worse than the lounge with clothes scattered everywhere. I even noticed a dirty magazine and some tissues next to one of the beds.

I pushed him onto the bed and tugged his shorts down.

There was no tan line as his cock sprang into view.

“I did not know how to tell you….the beach that we go to…it is a….nudist beach!”

“Jesus!” I gasped.

“We are quite open about nudity in Germany and our families have come here since we were all little boys. Are you shocked?” He told me as I began licking the shaft.

“Not at all,” I grinned as I kissed the purple tip, “it sounds like fun.”

I stared at his young tanned cock. It was such an odd shape – about 6 inches long, quite narrow at the base eventually spreading out to a big fat bell-end that looked like a plum. He had a small forest of brown pubic hair but none at all on his balls.

“Ooh! Andrea!” he gasped as I covered his fat knob with my lips. My mind was racing; thinking about these five strapping young lads naked on a beach – my pussy was tingling again. I couldn’t wait to feel his fat cock inside my cunt.

My tongue was running along the purple knob as I began stroking his pubes and shaft with my thin fingers making him really moan now.

As soon as I gripped his swollen balls he began grunting and before I could take it out, his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot lumpy cum filled my mouth. Sadly I don’t like the taste so tried to keep as much in my mouth without swollowing any as I pulled his cock out. He erupted again splashing my face with yet more youthful spunk as I tried to stand up. I waved my hand and shook my head, trying to tell him that I’d had enough.

“Oh, oh I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…I didn’t know…I’m sorry.” He stammered as I looked for somewhere to spit his cum into.

As I ran into the living area I was greeted by his friends watching the porn channel. They all smiled and waved.

Shocked, I ran across the room with Didi’s excess cum running down my face as I struggled to keep the rest in my mouth.

I leant across the sink and spat the foul tasting liquid into the bowl. I then wiped my face with a t-shirt and turned to face the grinning boys.

They were no longer watching the girl masturbating on the TV but staring at me dressed only in a tiny pair of bikini bottoms. Didi was nonchalantly standing naked in the bedroom doorway with his semi-swollen cock still pointing at me.

“I think that this is yours….Andrea.” Ralf said as he held my bikini top aloft. I smiled sarcastically as he waved it above his head.

With one arm covering my breasts I held the other out. Just as I touched the strap he threw it to Stefan. I quickly turned and tried to grab it – too late, he threw it across the room. In seconds I’d forgot that I was topless and chased my flying bra around the boys’ room amid much laughter from all of us.

Didi finally handed it back and as I fastened it he asked, “Will you consider joining us at the beach tomorrow?”

The horny state that I was in effected my brain, “I’d love to!”

As I walked back to my apartment my nipples were poking through my bikini top. My pussy was absolutely aching as I could still taste Didi’s spunk in my mouth. The more I ‘tasted it’ the hornier I became. I was praying that Rob had made some form of recovery and would let me fuck him.

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This is a continuation of my previous story “My Love Of Lingerie”.

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I met a girl called Emma through a mutual friend. I was almost nineteen years old and she was a year younger than me. I worked two jobs for three years to save up to buy my first car. She was seeing his older brother but he used to mess her around a lot. I used to take her out for a drink every now and then – as I had my own car. Emma was quite busty and looked fabulous when dressed up for a night out. Her boyfriend was away in the USA studying. She was a bit insecure at the time. Before the internet arrived keeping in touch long distance was quite hard. I was seeing Emma’s best friend. Her name was Anna F. Anna was a tall thin blonde and had really long legs, just like a supermodel. She was very flat chested, but her legs were amazing. Her older sister had given her some black lace holdups for her birthday. She was lovely. She was also a great kisser.

She was bubbly and outgoing and fun to be around. Her bra size was AAA but her body was really good.

She wore simple underwear, often choosing a black or silver style from M+S which was popular at the time.

She often wore a chequered maxi dress, front button and very short. The first night we got together we travelled with friends up the Motorway. There wasn’t much to do in our area, but the Services were open 24hrs.

In the back of the car, Anna snuggled up next to me. She teased me with the lace of her black hold ups whilst I caressed her bra cups with my hands over her dress. My friends were unaware as she reached over and groped me for ages under the orange lights of the motorway. Her forwardness and bravado turned me on.

Later that night I took her home. She wasted no time and quickly helped me out by unbuttoning her dress all the way down, so it sat loosely on her shoulders. Her underwear was silvery grey. And she looked fabulous in the flickering Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort light of the television. Blonde hair, blue eyes, half undressed and wearing black lacy hold ups.

She was passionate and forceful. She lifted my T-Shirt off, and as we kissed she quickly unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them and pushed them down. As our tongues met and I undid her Bra, she vigorously wanked my cock. I was excited about how confident she was and I soon came in her hand. Her hold ups felt amazing as I returned the favour using my fingers. After that, she moved to the far end of the sofa, kneeled down, pulled my boxer shorts down and slowly started to suck my cock. I’ve never forgotten the sight of her taking me in her mouth wearing that underwear. That was only the second time for me although we soon stopped as I feared my parents would disturb us at any moment.

One day Anna told me that she’d had to stand guard at the Photo-Me booth in the main Post Office. Emma was sending some sexy snaps over to her boyfriend in the USA. She was worried he’d forget about her. They were slightly teasing, nothing explicit.

I used to drive both of them around as they both lived in a rural village, away from pubs or clubs.

Anna had a holiday job so I used to hang about with Emma during the daytime. She used to talk about her boyfriend a lot. One day she asked me if I would take some pictures of her. She wanted to pose for him in her underwear and show her boyfriend what he was missing. I’ll admit that I was quite shocked at the time but also quite excited. I played it very grown up and cool as if it was no big deal. But secretly I was hoping I’d see her in her underwear. Of the two of them, Emma did definitely dress a lot more sexily. Emma was also quite confident and we often made jokes about sex together.

One balmy Summer night, I took Emma to a country pub. She’d really had enough of her boyfriend by then. He’d stopped writing to her and they had argued on the phone the last time they spoke. She was annoyed, frustrated and tired of being messed around. She looked gorgeous with a short bob haircut, tight body top, with a black bra underneath (I think it was a Wonderbra) – she had a black pencil skirt and what I thought were black tights and high heels. But I did catch a glimpse of thigh as she sat on the bench next to me. As I drove her home through the country lanes, she suddenly asked me to stop the car. I pulled over onto a verge and she demanded to be kissed. It was pretty a pretty intense moment as we kissed. The car began rolling forward as I had forgotten to apply the handbrake. She grabbed my waist and pulled me towards her. She was half standing in the footwell of the car and was pulling my hips against hers really hard. I could feel the lace of her underwear through the thin fabric of her tiny skirt. My cock was rock hard and somehow a spark passed between us as our bodies touched together.

It was strange as I was dating her best friend. We agreed that this was a one-off and shouldn’t be repeated. But we did kiss again in a lovely way when I dropped her off outside her home.

The next day her Dad dropped her off at my house shortly before lunchtime. She was wearing a tight white blouse, short skirt and nude tights. We sat watching TV on the sofa, close together. It wasn’t long before she asked me for a shoulder massage. It was lovely and thrilling to be so close to her again. She was really pretty and always smelt amazing. She lay face down and I did my best at rubbing her shoulder blades. I could feel her bra straps through her blouse. Her skirt rode up and her legs looked golden. Her blouse was untucked and I lifted it slightly and kissed her lower back. This made her moan like crazy and she obviously enjoyed it. I pushed up her blouse and kissed all over her back. This memory is so clear to me. She asked me to close the front curtains as we had a big front window. One of my best memories as a teenager. She sat up and asked if it would be OK if she took her blouse off. By this point I was hardly going to disagree. She unbuttoned her blouse revealing a silky and shiny peach coloured Bra. She asked if I like it and said it was her Gossard Ultrabra. Again, she was beautiful and this was easily one of the most erotic moments for me. Her skirt was hiked up slightly. It was a sexy sight I’ve never forgotten. She looked so so sexy.

Returning to the sofa she straddled me and we enjoyed that lovely feeling of frottage together. I was turned on seeing her in her lingerie and she was turned on undressing to show it to me. Our kisses were those hot wet teenage kisses that you never sort of forget. She lay face down on the sofa towards the back edge. The sofa cushions had a small fabric ridge along each side. She positioned herself so that was slightly straddling the two cushions. I was kissing the back of her neck and each time I did that she sighed and moaned. I traced my fingertips along each shoulder strap of her bra. Then I traced around the clasp of her bra across her back, reach slightly around to gently cup each breast very gently and slowly. Something was definitely happening to her and she was more and more worked up at my gentle touch. Her skirt was fully hiked up and I admired her matching Gossard panties stretched beautifully across her pert bum. I *think* she came suddenly, gently humping the seam of my parents sofa, turned on as I kissed her all over her exposed back. She was a little breathless and had a big smile. Her hair was tousled in just the most perfect way.

As I’ve written before, I’ve always found lingerie really wonderful and exciting. So to see Emma looking *so* sexy was incredible for me. At this point, we heard a noise outside. It was Dad coming home unexpectedly for lunch. Emma quickly jumped up,pushed down her skirt and hurriedly began buttoning up her blouse.

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Toshiro had lived all his life in Osaka. He had a petite wife and two children. He was no past 40 and was working in a large conglomerate in marketing. He was satisfied with life but he had one big yearning. He had a fetish for bushy underarms. His wife kept her underarms shaved and her pubic bush trimmed but he never got around to telling his wife that she should allow her underarms to grow. She was always dutiful and took care of all his needs but his dream of licking and sucking a woman’s bushy underarms which he had since he was a child was unfulfilled and he wondered if he would ever get the chance to put his head and lick the bushy armpits of a hairy woman or at least see the unshaven armpits of a woman Most Japanese women who wear sleeveless dresses keep their underarms shaven and he had not yet seen the full grown bush in a woman’s underarms.

He had bought the porno magazine, which featured the bushy armpits of Madonna and had jerked off many times thinking of the hairy armpits of the pop star. How he wished his wife would allow her armpits to grow and fill up with the thick luxuriant hair, which he had seen in Madonna’s bushy armpits. He had read in books that most Europeans had bushy armpits and definitely all Italians like Madonna never shaved their underarms.

Toshiro often dreamed that he was in Venice or Milan and surrounded by a bevy of Italian beauties with bushy armpit hair, which he would always caress. While wanking he fantasized about fucking their bushy armpits and many times filling his cum in their underarms. He was looking forward to his Italian collaborators coming to Osaka and maybe ask them to share some experiences with him.

The following week. John and his wife Nikki turned up to stay at his house for the week. John was the head of the Italian operations and he hoped that he could get an invitation to attend the forthcoming annual marketing conference at Rome and he knew it was his last chance of fulfilling his childhood dreams of cuming in a woman’s hairy armpits. He just knew he had to make a favorable impression on john.

His wife Sumiko too was very excited when I told her about the imminent arrival of John and Nikki and his assistant Tom. We seldom have houseguests and she busied herself with preparations. Sumiko was dressed in a Kimono and we greeted them at the door. Nikki was a bombshell. She was dynamite. Busty and packing an hourglass figure I was dying to find out if she had long bushy hair in her hairy underarms. Would it be soft, silky and abundant or would it be coarse and dark. I hoped it would be jet-black and bushy as I felt my sizeable cock filling up my trousers. I hoped no one would look as I bowed to greet them in the traditional Japanese way my head looked down at her crotch. Was she hairy down here as well? Would her pubic bush run from her navel down to her ass crack would it grow thick and down her inner thighs. These thoughts were swimming in my mind and I was sure I had to see the nude body of the sexy Nikki. We immediately served sake and snacks and I made sure that john and Nikki had enough to drink. . Hours passed quickly, and it was time to go to bed but neither Tom nor Nikki were making any move. In my obsession with Nikki I didn’t notice that John was wooing my dear wife. Sumiko was flattered by all the attention she was receiving as John especially showered her with compliments about her good looks and gracious hospitality.

I then hatched an idea and asked Nikki if she wanted to have a bath in our large bathtub hoping that I would get a glimpse of her armpits. My excitement grew, as I was sure that her underarms would be bushy or at least I hoped they Starzbet would long luxuriant hair curling out of her armpits. She certainly had very thick eyebrows and I was sure that I could feel the pungent smell which as wafting from her armpits. I knew I was imagining all these things but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep till I could see her uncovered shoulders and her armpits.

Surprisingly John encouraged her in fact asked me to accompany Nikki to ensure that she spent at least an hour in the bath and that I should massage her neck and back as she had had a long and arduous journey, which she was not, used too. He in fact ordered me to take care of her. I couldn’t believe it as we moved to the bathroom. The sunken tub is very spacious and can hold up to five people easily and here I was almost ready to explode as this fecund woman trailed me to the bathroom. Nikki asked me to stay and I was looking a little foolish in my suit as I handed her a kimono. She did not take it and started removing her top. It was my moment of truth. Would this Italian beauty show me her bushy armpits or would I be disappointed again. Her back was towards as raised her dress over her head and as she turned around my legs began to buckle and my head started to explode. Before me stood a hirsute goddess. Thick jet-black bushy armpits spilled out of her bushy armpits.

I was ready to die or at least cum. I am sure she could have noticed the tent in front of my crotch as I took in eyeful of her armpit thatches. It was a luxuriant carpet of dark hair growing in masses in her untrimmed wild underarms. I longed to taste the armpit jungle but I had to play it cool. She then handed me some lotion as she stepped into the bath. I could see her hairy pubic nest but I hardly glanced at them raptured as I was by the raven hair in the thickest blackest armpit hair I could imagine. All the years of masturbation thinking about hairy underarms kept coming back into my mind. I had dreamt of what I would do when I saw the hairy armpits of a woman but I was not prepared for this though I had spent years rehearsing it. I knew I had to put my swollen prick into my hirsute goddess even if I were to be sacked from my job. I had to feel the armpit jungle on my exposed foreskin and I wanted to wet her armpit hair with cum before the night was out.

I moved behind Nikki, scrubbing her back with a soap-soaked towel. I soon discarded it and kneaded her back muscles gathering the courage to feel her hairy armpits. Suddenly she let out a low groan and stretched herself out on the tub and rested her arms back and asked me to rub her arms. As I felt her forearms I was only inches away from the exposed tufts of hair in her unshaven armpits.

I struggled uncomfortably and she asked to take off my clothes and join her in the tub. In a second I was stripped and she looked in amazement at my erection. “Wow” she said, “You are so huge”. I said, “I am turned on by your amazingly hairy underarms”. The words slipped out so fast that I was afraid she would take offense instead she looked at her heavy pelt in her underarms and said “we never shave our underarms, how come you are so turned on. Come here feel the hair in my armpits. I didn’t need a second invitation as for the first time I felt the long silky hair of her underarms. I marveled at the profuse growth and the blackness of her armpit forest as I lowered my head for the first time and felt the sweaty pungent aroma of her armpit forest. I took in the intoxicating rich tangy taste and it was better than in any of my dreams as I felt the long luxuriant jet-black hair in her hairy armpits.

I was ready to cum. Starzbet Giriş I couldn’t help myself as my nose dived into her armpit hedges and I started to yell as I uncontrollably came in the tub. I felt ashamed but I did not take my mouth away which as glued to her slightly wet and perspiring underarms. My cock was not so easily going to let me down. Though it had exploded it was committing hara-kiri it was still semi hard and as she touched my cock it sprang to attention.

I told Nikki that I would get some towels as I climbed out of the tub. As I opened the door I was shocked to see what was happening down.

Sumiko was on her knees and completely nude with Tom’s cock near her face, which was flushed with excitement. His monster 11-inch cock in the air. It appeared that she was jacking him off as she stared at the huge dick, which was obviously the biggest one she had ever seen. Suddenly I noticed John also standing in front of her and as she unzipped him her mouth dropped opened to see his massive tool. Tom’s large cock was now sticking straight out several inches and Sumiko then reached up and began to stoke it. After several pumps, she started to lick the large head. Tom’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as she slid her tongue down the shaft causing Tom to moan with deep pleasure. As she worked her lips and tongue up the shaft, starting at the balls, I could see pre-cum forming on the tip. She had never done this to me

My wife’s are tits are so big and John started playing with her nipples. The sight enchanted me though I wanted to go back to my hairy goddess. I wanted to fuck Nikki under her hairy armpits but the sight of my wife with the two hunks riveted me. John first got the left tit, I think because it was slightly bigger then the other one. He was holding it with two hands and licking and sucking the nipple like hell, then did the same thing for the other one, and continued with both by squeezing the big and soft tits for a while. My wife was breathing very fast not only because her nipples were sucked and her big tits were played, but also because they were exposed to a men except me for the fist time in her life.

She sat down and pulled him again to stand in front of her. She waved Tom away taking out his erect cock from her mouth and motioned to John and started to pull back and forth the foreskin to open and close the head, I saw that to have an uncircumcised cock gave her this kind of playing chance that she could not have with me. Then it was the turn of the balls, which were also twice bigger than mine, she held them, squeezed them and caressed them for a long time. Then she pulled the cock’s head out of the skin and started kissing it first. Soon she shoved it into her mouth; I saw her red lipstick on somebody else’s cock. Then she took one of his big balls into her mouth and sucked it for a while. His cock was now growing bigger as was mine. Suddenly she turned to Tom asked me to bring his cock to her so to compare them together.

She holds both their monster cocks simultaneously, she could cover John’s cock completely with one hand but half thickness of his cock was not covered. She looked at them together from front, and sides, and tasted both cocks one after another in her mouth. She started to stroke his hard cock and I could see she was enjoying it just as much as John. I knew she was reaching a magnificent orgasm She now guided Tom’s hard cock into her cunt. He was huge! He fucked her hard and long and. He came in her with a huge load.

I could it take it no longer I went back to my beloved Nikki. Her eyes were closed and her arms were tucked under her head the long Starzbet Güncel Giriş bushy hair spilling out of her unshaven armpits. I bent down and sucked her nipples for a few minutes making her very aroused and then put my hand into her armpit jungle. I was surprised to see that her bushy armpit hair was longer than my fingers and copiously filled her armpits almost 12 inches from her breasts upwards in a tufty curve. I spread her legs and looked intently at her bushy cunt! It was all red and open and there was a lot of wetness around her lips. Her huge magnificent bush was wet probably from perspiration but it could have been cum. I lifted her legs, still wide apart on either side of the bathtub and leant down and kissed her bushy cunt lips and licked her clit.

She hadn’t expected it either and she let out a little scream and came again. I could see the immense hair from her underarms and I marveled at the sight of her hirsute body. I then stepped forward as my erect dick touched Nikki’s hairy triangle but didn’t enter her yet. I rubbed my cock against her cunt lips and thick crisp hair on her mons veneris as Nikki was shuddering with passion. I then pushed at the hairy triangle at the hidden entrance at the junction of her hairy thighs and pushed my swollen dick and entered her open and hairy cunt and gradually pushed harder and soon the whole 10″ were inside her and I began pumping into her at a fast rate.

She thrashed her legs about I knew she wanted to wrap them around miss waist and pull me deep into her I continued to fuck her hard and her arms were still tucked under her head as I inhaled the exciting aroma and put my tongue into her armpit forest. The long tufty hair in her armpits was matted with water and maybe perspiration but it tasted like honey to me. The crisp hair was worth munching as I shot a huge load into her. I was still hard and I got out of the tub and went towards where her head was resting under her arms eying the heavy pelt of hair in her furry armpits. She turned her head around so that I could push my wet monster cock into her mouth as she took it into her mouth willingly and began sucking me hard.

She kept sucking but I wanted her to turn around and put it into her asshole. I wanted to feel all her orifices and culminate by fucking her armpits. She willingly and I pushed gently and although the head just entered her II didn’t push any more waiting for her hairy asshole to adjust to my exposed dong. I he pushed right into her asshole and felt the bristly hair on her asshole against my swollen dick I began to push my long cock into her and I fucked her hairy asshole with increasing speed. She screamed again and began Cumming every minute or so and I felt I was going to cum too.

I pulled myself out and put my engorged prick into the heavy pelt in her furry underarms. “I want to fuck your armpit jungle darling,” I screamed. I was past caring if John could hear as I guided my dick into the long silky hair in her exposed underarms. The hair in her armpits was so long that soon my monster dick was hidden in the immense jungle in her right armpits. She playfully clamped her hand down as my aching cock drove wildly into her untrimmed armpit forest. I knew I would soon explode but I needed to feel the hair in her other armpit too as I moved to the other side and put my wet cock into her soaking hairy armpits. Her armpit hair seemed a little thicker as it quickly disappeared from view. I was amazed at the growth in her armpits and I wondered if there could be a more hairy woman. I had truly fallen in love with this hirsute woman as I came in torrents in her bushy armpits.

Had I committed hara-kiri (or was it hairy kiri) or would my job be secure would I be able to go to Rome for my fuck feast with other hairy women. My time had come and I knew downstairs if Sumiko had pleased them enough no one could stop me from being on that trip to Rome.

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Gumdrop Ch. 00-02

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Author’s note:

This story has been inspired by the premise of another one about hucows in this website that I unfortunately cannot find anymore (if you know it, please write to me to help me provide a proper credit). While the very beginning in similar, the rest (a whole novel) is what I find a more satisfying development.

As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musings of a young girl who chooses to become a cow in a quest for true love and a place in the world. I hope that the result is an original and refreshing take on the matter. However, for these same reasons, this first submission does not contain much sexual action. Don’t worry, though, there’s plenty in the next one!

Speaking of, since there has been a misunderstanding, mainly because there are flashbacks and I had no idea that college started before 18 (I’m not american), even though the narration starts when the protagonist is a minor, NO SEXUAL ACTION whatsoever happens before she (or anyone else) is of age.

All kinds of feedback are appreciated, especially those about grammar, as English is not my first language.

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0. Prologue

They say that life is all about adaptation, that if one wants to achieve happiness, they have to tune their desires to whatever chance (or fate, if you are the kind of person who believes in destiny) has in store for them. In my (short) life, I learned just how tricky it is to understand the true meaning of this statement. This is the story of my quest for love, of how I had to go through the most extreme transformation of my body and lifestyle in order to be with the man I loved, only to realize that adaptation is not about changing yourself in the effort of being more compatible with your world, but rather about changing the way you look at it until you see that your world actually has got everything you desire, if you are willing to go and get it. This is the story of how I became a human cow.

1. Origin story

Superheroes always have an origin story, the single event that explains all the crazy shit they do when they don their cape or whatever. It usually also explains the new name they take, so as to make it even clearer that, whatever happened to them, it was so important and traumatic that afterwards they just were different people. Well, here is my very own origin story. When I was sixteen a tsunami (yes, a frigging tsunami) basically wiped out the city where I grew up, taking forever away from me, in one fell swoop, my parents, my (few) relatives, most of my friends and my house, while I was safe and sound abroad, for a student exchange program. I think it is pointless to even try to describe how it feels, because, unless you come from the same place as me, you just would not understand. So I suggest we fast-forward a bit.

My parents had a very close friend back in the mainland, who offered to take care of me until I became of age and was able to live on my own with the money that my folks left me. So, one day, I found myself at the door of a couple of strangers, in a part of the world in which I had never been before, completely distraught and with no idea of what to do with myself. When the social worker who accompanied me rang the bell, it was my first true love who opened: Aidan.

Of course, at the time I was not in love with him and neither I would be for the following year: I was not in a state of feeling anything positive at the moment. So, what I saw was only this handsome man, in his late thirties, white, but slightly tanned, with auburn hair, very short on the sides and a bit longer and tousled on the top of the head, a square jaw and a long straight nose. His features had this austerity about them, that clashed with the bright and cheerful expression with which his green eyes welcomed me. From the very beginning I had this feeling that in front of me there was a man capable of great sympathy and sensitivity and yet not unaccustomed to harshness. The impression was reinforced by his somewhat muscular build.

“You must be Leah!” he said and, when I nodded, he just hugged me.

He did not add anything about my parents, for he somehow knew that words could not convey what his arms could. When we separated, he just told me his name, keeping his hands on my shoulders: “My name is Aidan and from now on I will take care of you.”

He then ushered us in and introduced his wife, Penelope, a tall and slender woman in her early forties too, with olive skin and beautiful jet black hair, perfectly straight, that almost reached her waist. Her face was oval and slightly gaunt, with high cheeks. Her eyes, black, where staring at me in a welcoming expression, with just a faint hint of panic. My eyes, on the other hand, had Starzbet been drawn to her most (literally) prominent feature, only partly hidden by her blouse and pinstriped pantsuit: her breasts, perfectly round, impossibly firm, incredibly big and, I surmised, just as much fake.

Before I knew it, I found myself settling in a luxurious flat, that even had a gym room: Aidan and Penelope were clearly quite rich and, most importantly, they were really nice. At first, I had been worried and maybe a teensy bit scared because, even if Aidan had assured me that he and my father grew up together and were like brothers, I had never met him before nor my dad ever mentioned him. So the first days of my new life went by. I learned that Aidan had become rich by founding the umpteenth pharmacological start-up that developed gene therapies and later, after selling it to Big Pharma, he just kept investing his money here and there in projects he believed in, even when nobody else would, generally being right. Later I learned that this was just an example of Aidan’s far-sightedness. Penelope, on the other hand, had been a model and now was an agent for young beauties.

In the following days, by the way in which she dressed and took care of her body, I sensed that she was still clinging to her ending youth, maybe a bit too much, as those people who, instead of embracing how the very concept of beauty changes with age, delude themselves that can stay young forever if they just keep using the right cream. How could she not? Working every day with younger versions of her?

Even though both Aidan and she tried their best to make me feel at home, to the point that Penelope insisted on making me furnish my room at her expense, I felt a certain coldness on her part. At first, I thought that it was me, but hanging around the couple I realized that it was just the way she was, always slightly detached, slightly distant, even with her husband. Soon it became clear to me that their marriage was not quite working and yet was not quite failing. I, on the other hand, went through a roller coaster of emotions, my only anchor being my trauma counselor, at first, and then Aidan. Soon we started to spend a lot of time together. Penelope was always scurrying around, organizing, putting out fires and sometimes indulging her clients’ whims. Aidan, instead, had a much more flexible schedule, since it was always up to him when and how much he would work, according to the degree in which he was interested in a project.

In a way I felt that I had just become his most important one. He kept talking to me about his youth and my father’s and it turned out that he did know him, probably better than I in some respects. It was really nice, because, in a way, it was like having my dad still with me through his memories. He also convinced me to exercise more to vent all my rage and frustration. I loved jogging with him in the park and working out in our private little gym. His sinewy arms, helping me to use the equipment properly, made me feel safe, not only from hurting myself, but in a broader, warmer way. I ended up talking with him about everything, from silly things like school, to big stuff like the tragedy that had changed my life forever. Most times he did not say anything particularly deep or helpful, you should not think that he could replace my therapist, but the mere fact that he was there, for me, just listening, worked wonders for my recovery.

I did not like the company of my peers. Nobody in my school knew about my story, I just pretended that I moved from a distant city. Come to think of it, it was actually the truth. Anyhow, I was quite a loner, but the cause of that was not just the invisible wall that seemed to inevitably separate me from them. You see, it is hard to make friends when you yourself do not know who you are. How do you present yourself? How can you ask somebody to reveal themselves to you, if you cannot possibly do the same for them? There was only one thing I knew for sure: I was not going to be a victim. I would rise from the ashes like a phoenix as a new person. To mark my new beginning, I decided to change my hair color to bubblegum pink. I was living in the years that followed the explosion of gene therapies, rendered possible by a few important scientific discoveries in the previous decade. At first its applications where mostly horrible hereditary diseases. When those ran out, the technology started to be applied to more mundane issues. That is how, after a simple injection, my follicles stopped producing eumelanin, which had made my hair an ugly shade of brown that I had always hated, and replaced it with a substance found in geranium that dyed it pink and would keep doing so for the rest of my life. Changing you hair color was not unlike getting a tattoo those days. Anyhow, this is how I got the nickname “Gumdrop” from Aidan, which soon would become my new identity.

2. The farm project

In the months that followed my 18th birthday, my feelings for Starzbet Giriş Aidan became stronger and more complex. I was falling in love, but I had been so confused about everything in my life, that it happened without me even noticing. I thought that I just loved him as one loves a foster parent and dismissed my feelings with that excuse. However, as much as I managed to fool my mind, my pussy proved to be not as gullible. Our gym sessions started to become a nightmare. Just the sight of his marvelous body so shamelessly on display in his tight attire would make me wet and, immediately afterwards, terrified of being caught. Sometimes, for a fleeting moment, to my dismay, I would seriously consider slipping a hand in my shorts, now as skimpy as I could find in my wardrobe, and touching myself while his back was turned the other way. I was not the only one in trouble, though. Much to my surprise (and delight), I started to notice a suspicious swelling in his crotch whenever I was wearing something particularly sexy or scanty, but then again, I dismissed all these incidents with excuses like hormones, abstinence and so forth.

So, when one day I caught him browsing a fetish website, I assumed that he was trying to vent some of this sexual tension that was growing between us. I remember that I turned around immediately, embarrassed and a little amused. Aidan, instead, seemed perfectly at ease and explained to me that he was considering investing in the sex industry and told me that I could enter his office, unless I found the subject too embarrassing. I did not, as I was born well after the big deregulation of sex work that seemingly brought a brothel in every block and, moreover, I always prided myself on being very open-minded. Most importantly, though, I did not want to lose the chance of spending time with him while he worked. You see, he used make me privy of some of his business dealings, sometimes even asking me for advice. I loved it, because it made me truly feel as a part of his world, especially considering that I often had a better knowledge of what he was up to than his wife, with whom he rarely got into the details of his job.

One summer day, we were having breakfast together. He had this ritual of drinking a cup of a special milk that he had someone deliver everyday just for him. I was lost in thought with my fork hovering on eggs and bacon when, all of a sudden, he dropped the newspaper and asked me:

“Wanna go for a trip?”

“Sure, where are you taking me?”

“I’m visiting a property I have recently purchased.”

“Cool.”

In his gorgeous sports car he explained to me that he was going to buy an old-timey country house with a small plot of land just a little out of town.

“I didn’t peg you for someone who relaxes in the countryside.” I commented.

“Oh, it’s not meant for me. I mean, non entirely. It is going to be a very special kind of brothel.”

“Like what?” I asked, unfazed: as I said, I was no prude.

“Well, for one its location is very important and it will also produce something. It is going to be a sort of farm. The hosts will be able to enjoy nature, clean air, fresh produce and, of course, the girls.”

I chuckled:

“You left the best for last, didn’t you?”

He smiled mischievously.

“To be honest I don’t see how the brothel thing pairs up with the rest.” I admitted.

“Well, the girls will be no ordinary prostitutes, of course. My target clientele is very specific and demanding.” he explained, and then sneered again “Oh, and also usually quite rich.”

“Come on, stop teasing!” I urged him.

“Do you know what pet play is?” he asked inquisitively.

“People who dress as pets for fetish stuff?”

“Yes, and no. It is much more than that. Those who enjoy playing the part of the pet most deeply are people who actually wish they could BE the pet. Their fantasy is to become an animal and live like one.”

“Ok, I’m beginning to see where you are headed. Is it going to be like an animal farm?”

“No, it is going to be more specialized than that. We are going to have only cowgirls, producing real milk.”

“No shit!” I cried, amazed “How?”

“Don’t tell me that you have never heard of people producing human milk for adult consumption!”

Then it dawned on me:

“Your morning milk is actually human?”

“Yep. I love it and I always wanted to have my own farm.” He confessed and then added with a smirk “I don’t know, maybe it is because I was not breastfed when I was little, but I have a thing for boobs.”

“Well, sorry to break this to you, but Penelope’s are a big giveaway.” I teased him.

“Yeah, best anniversary gift ever!”

All of a sudden my breasts seemed quite diminutive. With a fit of envy, I decided to change subject:

“So, how does it work?”

“Well, I am going to seek girls who would like to spend some time as cows, offer them a bunch of money to play the part 24/7 and let the guest farmers Starzbet Güncel Giriş fuck them as much as they please.”

“But how are they going to produce milk? Surely not gene therapy!”

“Oh, no, it has to be reversible. You implant a little capsule that, from the ones it finds in the body, produces substances that change the gene expression but not the genes themselves. Some are hormones, some are other artificial compounds. In practice, it convinces the girl’s body that she has a baby to breastfeed. Actually it enhances greatly the production of milk.”

“Wow!” I gasped in awe “And you have created all of this?”

“No, silly, there are tens of farms in the country, a flourishing community of enthusiasts, wannabe cows and all! I just want to enter the business myself.”

That, somehow, relieved me of the slight shock caused by all those sudden revelations. Aidan’s fetish was weird, but not that weird. Anyhow, I did not have much more time to process the new information, as we had just reached the destination. Maybe it was the wonderful summer day, but the landscape around the farm was idyllic. We visited the two-storied house, that had clearly recently been refurbished in a style that Aidan called “western-chic”. On the upper floor there was a kitchen that was clearly made for catering, a dining hall, a massage room and a room with a big jacuzzi. On the ground floor, there were eight bedrooms, four of which had a second door that led directly outside. They were completely empty. Aidan was to furbish them personally and turn them into themed sex dungeons.

“The hosts will get the cow they want to bone from the stables. I want to start with just two cows” explained Aidan “and then expand, maybe with ponygirls.”

“Are they going to produce milk too?” I asked.

“No, I was thinking more of having a dressage show, but that’s in the future.”

I wondered what was the point of dressage if your horse was actually a person perfectly capable of understanding every order you gave. After the main building we headed for the stables. I had expected those to look like a themed strip-club, so I was surprised when we entered a rather normal-looking barn. The right half was mostly empty, apart from a prefab office module, while on the left, at the corner, there was a small enclosure made of wood with a couple of metal gates. Its earthy floor was covered in big tufts of hay, except for a corridor running along the perimeter the wall, that ended, at the corner of the barn, in a rectangular wooden door on the wall opposite us, partially hidden by a curtain made of long plastic strips. Separating the passage from the hay, there were some short wooden poles with smaller rungs sticking out of them.

“The cows will sleep and rest there.” Aidan explained as we approached the fence “They will be fetched for milking and be able to go out to the corral from that door. The corral is going to be directly connected to the guest’s rooms.”

On the other side of the hay clumps, the perimetral corridor ended in correspondence of a smaller gate on the fencing, which allowed access to another wider corridor perpendicular to it, running along the barn wall and delimited by a tall steel fence with three openings at the same level of our heads. Just below them there was a long metal trough attached to the fence. In correspondence with each opening, there were two smaller ones a little below. I assumed that the cow had to put her arms through them to rest them while she ate.

“See this?” said Aidan, making way and pointing to a structure that stood in front of the trough, outside the fence “This is a milking posts!”

The milking post looked a little like a sloped massaging bed, you know, like those that have an opening where you can rest your face. This one, though, had another bigger opening that would expose the belly and the breasts and its perimeter, instead of being rectangular, was in the shape of a human silhouette. Moreover, the part that would correspond to the legs was missing, replaced by a structure shaped as a V that allowed the cow to rest her legs in a slightly kneeling position, stretched apart. At the junction, in correspondence with the crotch, there was a niche that hosted what seemed to me a vibrator. The cows would have some fun while they were milked! On the ground there was what I imagined was the actual milking machine, a box that hosted a big bottle, connected to two suction pumps that did definitely not look like they were meant for humans.

“Aren’t these a little big?” I asked with skepticism.

“No, it’s just for scene, you know.” Aidan assured.

After a brief inspection of the grounds, he seemed quite satisfied.

“So, what do you think?” he asked on the way back.

“That you are a weirdo!” I joked benevolently.

“I know!” he replied with a laugh.

“Anyhow, I think it’s coming out good. You say that there is a good market for human milk?” I continued, more seriously.

“Oh, yeah. I am happy that you like it, because I need a manager to run it.”

I turned to him flabbergasted:

“You want me to run it?” I squeaked.

“Yeah, I mean, I need someone trustworthy, you say you are not much interested in going to university…”

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I fucked my mother for the first time a couple of months ago and I would like to tell you about it while the memory is still fresh. I’m a student at an Ivy League university. I used to go to State, but after my father won the lottery, I transferred to a more expensive and far more prestigious school. Dad sold his hardware store and bought the most luxurious camper he could find. He and Mom traveled the country on an endless vacation.

I finished my first year of college and went to join my parents for the summer. We didn’t stay long in one place. As soon as they felt the first pangs of boredom, they moved to another campground. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that they had become swingers. The bumper sticker that read “Swinging Gypsies” tipped me off right away. All of the campgrounds that we went to were hotbeds of swinger activity.

Mom is a very hot babe. She’s in her early forties but doesn’t look it. She’s petite, no more than five-two and one hundred pounds. Her tits aren’t big but they are just the right size for her body. Her long, unblemished legs may be her nicest feature. Dad is a good-looking guy with a full head of dark hair and a brilliant smile. They were very successful swingers. As soon as the men got a look at my classy mother, they all wanted to fuck her.

We were at a campground in Florida when I committed the forbidden act. Within an hour of checking in, Mom and Dad hooked up with another swinging couple. I will call them Bob and Carol. That evening, we went over to their roomy camper for a cookout. Carol, a high school teacher, was as cute as could be. Dad looked at her the way a hungry bum looks at a thick steak. The horny bastard was practically drooling. Bob was looking at my mother the same way. I was very uncomfortable with the whole scene and was trying to think of an excuse to leave. On the other hand, I figured there was a possibility, however remote, that I might be included in the fun and games, even if it was just to watch.

The four swingers were drinking heavily, a vice that seemed to be part of the lifestyle. We men were drinking beer while the women drank margaritas. Mom is not a good drinker. She can handle a beer or glass of wine, but hard liquor is like poison to her. Dad kept warning her to take it easy, but she ignored him. Just about the time the sex should have started, Mom keeled over. Dad gently slapped her to try to bring her around. Carol sprinkled ice water in her face. Nothing worked. Mom was out cold. Dad and I carried her home.

After we put Mom on the bed, Dad said, “Help me get her undressed.” I assumed that he meant undressed down to her panties and bra, but he didn’t stop there. He took off her bra and her beautiful tits rolled free. They were even finer than I had imagined. “Go ahead and take her panties off, son,” Dad said. My hands trembled as I slid the little bikini down her thighs. She had a full bush on her pussy, just the way nature intended.

“Well, what do you think, son,” Dad asked. “Isn’t she a fine piece of ass? Loves to fuck, too. Can’t get enough.”

He reached down and played with her titties. “Watch this, son.” He blew on one of her nipples and it began to harden. “Go ahead and blow on the other one, son.” Her light-brown nipples were the size of silver dollars. My warm breath against the tiny nub caused it to swell like a stiff little cock.

“Go ahead and suck it, son,” Dad said in a husky voice. “Give those honeys a squeeze while you’re at it.” I turned to see him watching through the viewfinder of his expensive video camera. I put my hands on her tits and gave them a gentle squeeze. They felt as good as they looked. Then I sucked them just the way I must have sucked them as a newborn babe.

Dad stepped forward and fondled her pussy. “Look at this, son,” he said. He took her labia between his thumbs and fingers and pulled them wide apart. “That’s the hole you came out of nineteen years ago.” The opening was so tiny that it didn’t seem possible that something weighing ten pounds could come out of it.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you, son? Well go ahead and do it. I would love to see it. She’ll never know the difference, if you prefer it that way. And don’t worry about her waking up. I’ve seen her like this a few times, and, believe me, a hurricane wouldn’t wake her up.”

I fondled her furry pussy as I considered Dad’s offer. Sucking her tits and fondling her pussy probably didn’t count as incest, but fucking her certainly would. Did I dare go that far? Was I man enough?

“Go ahead, son. Did you get so much young pussy at college that you aren’t interested in some vintage stuff?”

“Dad, Starzbet I’ve never had pussy. I’m a virgin. College life isn’t as wild as you think.”

“A virgin? You’re a virgin? Well, then you have to fuck her.”

I continued fondling her but couldn’t bring myself to do more. “Do you have to be here, Dad?” I asked. “Damn right. I don’t let anybody fuck my wife unless I get to watch. All right, if you don’t want her step aside and let me have her.” Dad casually tossed his clothes aside and I saw him naked for the first time. His daily workouts had given him a superb body. A thick carpet of hair covered his chest. His cock was about the size of my own – seven inches. He handed me the camcorder and pointed at the record button, then he mounted my unconscious mother and shoved his cock into her.

“I would be fucking that other bitch right now if this one hadn’t passed out. Anytime you want to cut in, just tap me on the shoulder. And if you feel like jacking, don’t let me stop you. I kind of like the idea of you jacking off while you watch me fuck your mother.”

I pulled my aching cock out through my fly and masturbated as I watched Dad fucking Mom. If not for pornography and masturbation, I would not have had a sex life of any kind. Watching Dad fuck my comatose mother was hotter than any porno flick that I had ever seen. He fucked her so hard his belly slapped against hers. He constantly squeezed her beautiful tits with both hands like he was playing a pair of bagpipes.

I couldn’t take it any longer. By then I was convinced that Mom wouldn’t wake up. “Okay, Dad, I want to try it.” He probably hadn’t smiled a bigger smile since the day he won the lottery. He got off the bed, took the camera, and taped me stripping down. “Nice cock you’ve got there, son,” he said.

I crawled onto the bed and stared down at my beautiful mother. I’m going to put all of the blame for what I did next on the four beers I drank at the cookout. I mounted my mother and probed for her fuck-hole. “You’re a little high, son. Lower your aim.” And then I stuck the head of my cock into the very same hole that my other head had emerged from nineteen years earlier. Mom’s pussy was warm and slick. I pushed my cock in all the way and instantly shot my load. Dad knew by my clenching ass and twitching balls that I was cumming. There was no way to hide it.

“Well, that was quick,” he said. “It’s very common for virgins to ejaculate prematurely. Nothing prepares you for the feel of a warm, wet pussy around your cock. Keep fucking and you’ll probably stay hard.”

“What if I knocked her up, Dad?”

“Don’t worry about that. She’s on the pill. Now throw a good fuck into her.”

Dad was getting it all on tape. When the doorbell rang, he propped the camera up on the dresser so he wouldn’t miss anything. I continued to shamelessly fuck my unconscious mother. Then I felt a draft, and when I looked back over my shoulder, Bob was standing in the doorway gaping at the scene.

“Hot damn! Incest! I’ve always wanted to see it, and mother-fucking is my favorite variation. Hell, I just came by to see how she was, now I’m going to get the hottest show of my life. Go ahead and give it to her. Just pretend I’m not here.”

I lost some of my bone, but not so much that I had to stop. I continued practicing my thrusts. Even though I didn’t have any sexual experience, I had done considerable reading on the subject, thanks to the Internet. I had read someplace that the secret to a great fuck is variety. Every stroke should be different from every other stroke. As I pumped my cock in and out of Mom’s pussy, there seemed to be an infinite number of possibilities. Bob was soon as naked as the rest of us and was enthusiastically working his big dick. I nearly fainted when I shot a second load into Mom. Bob rushed forward to take my place but Dad intercepted him.

“Sorry, partner. Getting sloppy-seconds after my son will be the experience of a lifetime. You can have her next. Hey, look at this, you guys.” He was pointing at a bump at the top of her slit. I was pretty naïve, but I knew enough to know that it was her clitoris. “You gave her a hard-on, son,” he said with a chortle.

Without being told to do so, I picked up the camera and taped Dad getting the best sloppy-seconds of his life. As he drove his cock into her, my custard spurted out and trickled down over her ass-hole. I felt a little better about my own premature ejaculation when Dad’s balls boiled over after only a dozen thrusts.

“That was amazing!” Dad exclaimed. “Look at my cock all coated with my son’s dick-juice.”

Dad took over the camera Starzbet Giriş and taped Bob fucking Mom. I felt a little sick and wanted to leave then, but Dad talked me into laying next to them and jacking off. “It will make a really hot scene,” he said. He had let me fuck his wife, so the least I could do was give him what he wanted. I stretched out on the bed and did the one thing that I was good at – beating my meat. As Bob pulled his cock out and unloaded on Mom’s belly, my jism spurted out onto my belly.

Before Bob left, he and Dad agreed that I should participate in the sex party they were planning for the following night. I had mixed feelings about that. I certainly wanted to fuck his pretty wife, but I was undecided about letting Mom know that I had fucked her. My cock decided for me when I awoke in the morning with a powerful woody. I imagined it saying, “I’m tired of your hand. I want some more pussy.”

Bob and Carol showed up as Dad was putting the finishing touches on the charcoal fire. Carol really looked hot in a skimpy blouse tied off just below her tits. I could see her dark nipples through the almost-transparent material. She was wearing a pair of hip-huggers that barely covered her pussy. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she knew what I had done. Mom acted as though nothing had happened, so I wasn’t sure about her. If Dad hadn’t yet told her, when and how did he plan on breaking the news?

The steaks were perfect and the baked potatoes were crunchy just the way I like them, but I didn’t taste a single bite. All I could think about was what was to come. When we finished the meal, we sat around drinking the way we had the previous night. Mom prudently stuck to Pepsi.

Mom excused herself to go to the bathroom, and a few minutes later Dad asked, “What do you guys say to a little fun?” When we walked into the livingroom, Mom emerged from the bedroom wearing nothing but a smile. Damn, was she hot! When she had been prone on the bed, I couldn’t truly appreciate her beauty. She pulled my pants down, pushed me back in a chair, and sat on my lap. While she was doing that, Dad was loading a tape into the VCR.

“I’ve just got to see this,” Carol said. There was a shot of Dad’s jiggling ass as he pumped his cock into his unconscious wife’s pussy. Then I was stripping and mounting my mother. My face turned beet red when they giggled at my premature ejaculation. Then Bob was sitting next to the bed watching and jacking. I tried to get Dad to shut off the VCR before it got to the scene of me jacking off, but he refused and I’m kind of glad he did. Mom gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “I’m sorry I missed out on the fun. Now you’re going to have to make up for it.”

Mom went to her knees and started sucking my cock as the others shifted their positions to get a better look. Dad had already started taping. Bob and Carol undressed slowly while paying careful attention to what Mom was doing. It was as though they were afraid to look away lest they miss something. I had never had a blow job and couldn’t believe how good it felt.

Carol was just as scrumptious as I had imagined. Her plump tits were just the right size for her body. I felt a twinge of jealousy when she sat on her husband’s lap and encouraged him to grope her. Mom’s velvety lips slid up and down my slick shaft. She constantly swished a mouthful of spit around my cock. As hot as I was, I wouldn’t have been surprised to see steam come out of her nostrils.

“Mom, I think you had better stop now. It wouldn’t be right for me to come in your mouth. Mom, please stop now. LOOK OUT, MOM! HERE IT COMES!”

The decent thing to do would have been to pull my cock out of my mother’s mouth and shoot off on my belly, but I couldn’t do it. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t give it up. Bob succeeded in masturbating his pretty wife to an orgasm. “THAT’S IT!” she shouted. “SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN YOUR MOTHER’S MOUTH!” She began whinnying like a mare in heat. Mom continued sucking as my cock spurted in her mouth. There was more jism than she could handle, and some spilled down her chin. Dad couldn’t have been more pleased. The spillage added a nice touch to the porno he was making. Mom smiled up at me with come dripping off her chin. “Yum-yum,” she said as she smacked her lips.

Mom took me by the hand and led me to the master bedroom. I stumbled and staggered on legs that barely functioned. She pushed me to my back, mounted me, and impaled herself on my cock. Dad, Bob and Carol watched for a few minutes until the novelty of watching a woman fuck her son wore off, then they got down to business themselves. Starzbet Güncel Giriş Carol demanded a double-penetration fuck from both of them. After setting up the camera to record all of the action, Dad greased his cock and went to his back. Carol straddled him and took his cock up her ass.

Mom fed me her tits. When she tired of having one nipple sucked, she pulled it out of my mouth and fed me the other. I was learning that being able to suck the woman’s tits was the best thing about the woman-on-top position. Next to us, Bob was on top of Dad and his wife and was pumping his cock into her pussy. The way they were moving together lead me to believe that they were not strangers to the perversion. Carol was moving back and forth between them taking their cocks on alternate strokes.

Mom said she wanted me on top of her and we somehow managed it without unhooking. It really got good then. We were all going at it so hard that I swear the whole damn camper shook. Mom had her feet squarely planted on the bed for leverage and was raising her ass to meet my thrusts. She was thrashing about too wildly for me to fuck with anything resembling finesse, so the best I could do was just ram my cock in and hope that I hit the crucial nerve that would trigger her orgasm.

Both of the women were braying like donkeys by then. I worried about the neighbors hearing us until I remembered that we were in a swinger camp. Mom and I were fucking at around three strokes per second. I couldn’t keep that pace up for long, and was a little relieved when she started to come.

“OH, MY GOD! THAT’S IT! YES..YES..YES! HE’S MAKING ME COME! MY SON IS MAKING ME COME!” That outburst was followed by a long whinny. Her pussy clamping down on my cock set me off, and I fired my buckshot against her cervix. The others had stopped fucking to watch mother and son come together.

“Nice work, son,” Dad said. “I couldn’t have done it better myself.”

“Yeah, good job,” Bob said. “Now if you’re finished with her, how about letting me try her out? Go help your father with my wife.”

I jacked my cock to keep it hard and knelt between Carol’s legs. Dad’s cock was planted up to the balls in her ass. She grabbed my cock and frantically jacked it to keep it up. “Don’t you dare go soft on me,” she hissed. It worked and she soon guided me to her fuck-hole. I shoved my cock in and discovered that she was just as tight and slick as Mom. I could feel the heat from Dad’s cock through the thin membrane separating us. Carol began to buck up against me and urge me to fuck her. I gave her what she wanted.

I felt Dad’s cock lurch six or seven times as he shot his load up her ass. He valiantly tried to continue, but his cock went soft and slipped out. Dad’s half-hard cock poking my balls was interfering with my strokes until he reached down and moved it out of my way.

“Take your father’s place in my ass,” Carol said. “Shove your cock up into the mess he made.”

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Mom said. “I want to be the one to give him his first piece.”

Carol went crazy when she started to cum. She said something about me not fucking her hard enough, and, with what seemed like superhuman strength, flipped me onto my back. She posted up and down on me taking my cock deep on each stroke. Meanwhile, Dad had gone to work on her ass with his fingers. He shoved three greasy fingers deep into her ass and twisted them around. She had a very powerful orgasm and then went limp on top of me.

I had been so distracted by Carol’s orgasm that I hadn’t noticed Bob and Mom switching positions. She had mounted him and was riding him hard. She looked at me through glazed eyes and said, “Get over here and stick your bone in my ass.” I could hardly believe what was happening, and pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

My cock was slick with Carol’s sex juices so I didn’t bother to lubricate it. The way my cock slid into Mom’s ass so easily made me think that she had been sodomized plenty of times. The anal penetration triggered her orgasm, and the clenching of her sex muscles did it for Bob and I. There is no way I can describe the ecstasy I felt when I shot my load up Mom’s ass.

The five of us had almost continuous sex for a full week. Dad and the imaginative swingers wanted to see Mom and I indulge in every perversion that they could dream up. Probably the nastiest thing I did was Dad’s idea. I fucked between her big, silky-soft tits while he and Bob held her by the nipples. When I felt myself starting to cum, I said, “Close your eyes, Mom,” then I shot my load in her face. Dad slapped me on the back and said, “You’re a real man now.”

Dad got most of the action on tape. He made copies for me to take back to school. My frat buddies and I had some great jack-off parties with those tapes. They wanted to fuck my beautiful mother and they eventually did. But that’s another story.

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This was written in response to a request, by one of you, for a certain kind of story. Much of it deals with two of the characters coming to terms with desires and impulses created and/or implanted by a third character–an ET. Not a lot of sex, but a lot of foreplay and teasing, as well as a lengthy set up. Albert, I hope you like it. Comments and votes, of course, always welcome. Signed comments acknowledged. Enjoy. Jb7

Close Encounter: 3F

J. Allen Hynek, a noted Ufologist, devised a sixfold classification for UFO sightings. They are arranged in increasingly high strangeness.

Nocturnal Discs: Lights in the night sky

Daylight Discs: UFOs seen in the daytime, generally having discoidal or oval shapes.

Radar-Visual: UFO reports that seem to have radar confirmation. Though seeming to offer harder evidence of physical reality, the vagaries of radar propagation often make the ascription ambiguous.

Close Encounters of the First Kind: Visual sightings of an unidentified flying object seemingly less than 500 feet away that show an appreciable angular extension and considerable detail.

Close Encounters of the Second Kind: A UFO event in which a physical effect is alleged. This can be interference in the functioning of a vehicle or electronic device; animals reacting; a physiological effect such as paralysis or heat and discomfort in the witness; or some physical trace like impressions in the ground, scorching or effecting vegetation, or a chemical trace.

Close Encounters of the Third Kind: UFO encounters in which an animated creature is present. These include humanoids, robots, and human who seemed to be occupants or pilots of a UFO

The UFO researcher Ted Bloecher proposed six subtypes for the close encounters of the third kind in the Hynek’s scale:

A: An entity is observed only inside the UFO.

B: An entity is observed inside and outside the UFO.

C: An entity is observed near to a UFO, but not going in or out.

D: An entity is observed. No UFOs are seen by the observer, but UFO activity has been reported in the area at about the same time.

E: An entity is observed, but no UFOs are seen and no UFO activity has been reported in the area at that time.

F: No entity or UFOs are observed, but the subject experiences some kind of “intelligent communication”.

Subtypes D, E, and F may be unrelated to the UFO phenomenon.

——–(adapted from Wikipedia)

>< The Classification Committee on Contacts is still investigating whether the event described in the following transcript is an advanced Encounter of the Second Kind or an example of An Encounter of the Third Kind, type F. The sentience, once known to its family and friends as Y-a-prut, or more simply as Y, drifted lazily through the void we know as Space. A manifestation of pure energy, it needed neither sustenance nor fluid to survive. Whenever it felt its energy levels dwindling, it could simply absorb some of the electromagnetic radiation which flowed from the stars like wine from a bottomless ewer to fill the voids of Space. Y had been adrift for such a long time it could no longer recall how long ago its home system had been destroyed by the rogue solar flare which had consumed the inner planets of its star system. Its home had been a small planet, the third (or fourth, if you counted the large rock in orbit between the first and second real planets) orbiting a small to medium sized yellow sun. He was off his home world, visiting friends on the next outer planet, when he received an alarm call from his forebears that something was happening with their sun. He immediately boarded his ship and took off for home, ignoring the warnings of the interplanetary flight officials at the launch facility As soon as he was clear of the space dock, he could see the solar flare boiling off the sun and realized there was no way to rescue anyone from his planet. He was nearly home, about a third of a light-minute (11.5 M miles) away, when he saw it happening on his view screen. It looked like the sun was executing a polo pass. The flare just seemed to come through Space and slap his home planet, not only knocking it completely out of orbit, but also totally incinerating the small planet and all of the life it bore. What Y had not considered, if he was even thinking at all as he saw his home obliterated, was the ion cloud boiling off the plasma flare. In his shock and grief, he never slowed or veered from his flight path as he watched the tragedy unfold, and plowed into the cloud of charged hydrogen atoms, totally unaware the superheated ions and free electrons were disintegrating his vessel. It was not until he lost the view on his telemetry screen that he realized Starzbet what was occurring. A sense of panic began to set in, quickly replaced by rage. Yielding to an instinctive, primal impulse, Y reached to switch on his defensive system, just as the safety by-passes were destroyed by the ion storm, sending a surge of plasma-intensity electrical current through his nervous system.

Expecting to join his family, Y was surprised, when the pain abated, to find himself hurtling through space, disembodied but aware, a tiny speck of ultraviolet energy, bouncing from solid to solid across miles and millennia, resembling nothing so much as a Brownian particle in the soup of dynamic energy filling interstellar space.

With no way to estimate time, he had no idea how long he traveled before he learned to control his direction. Once he had mastered that skill, he decided to try to find his home, or its remnants, and began to search out small yellow suns, as a place to begin his quest, to see if he could find the star which had destroyed his home.

On his journey, he encountered a wide variety of life, some sentient, most not; most corporeal, more than a few, like himself, not; some open and friendly, most, not. One race, in particular, located in the Burkisian System, had a profound effect on him. The System lay a few light-months outside the influence of the Singularity comprising the mammoth black hole at the center of the galaxy.

Suffice it to say that, from that troubled race, he learned to communicate with, and control, inhabitants of the corporeal realm. He stayed with them for several trips around their star before setting off once again on the search for his home. Catching a ride on a high powered photon, he skirted the Singularity and became aware of a number of small to medium yellow stars scattered across what the Burkisians termed the Dracon sector of the galaxy. One, toward the far, outer edge, appeared to be promising.

Eighteen year old Albert Goode (pronounced Good-ee) sat on the last seat in the back of the school bus, dealing with the not very original thought that life wasn’t fair. That morning, Kelly Davis, a seventeen year old junior, had asked him to take her to the Junior Prom tomorrow night. Yeah, she was so skinny she needed stones in her pockets if there was a strong breeze, to keep from being blown away, and if she was standing sideways you could barely see her, but she had hinted that there would be no limits after the dance. The problem was he didn’t have a car, and she didn’t drive.

He’d had a car, or at least access to one, before his dad had died two years ago. But with the lousy medical insurance they’d had, his mother had had to sell almost everything they had to cover the medical and funeral expenses. And with her job, the only house they could afford was the share cropper’s house on his uncle’s farm, causing him and his sister to change schools.

He glanced across the bus at his twin, Anni. Like him, she was sitting with her back to the window, her foot on the seat, supporting a book. He shook his head and reached out with his foot and knocked hers off the seat. When she looked up with an angry frown, he just shook his head, and said, “You were flashing me.”

She put her foot back up, and pushed her skirt down between her legs. “So? It’s not like you haven’t seen my underwear before, on or off me.”

“Yeah, but the, uh, the part that covers your, uh, um, lady bits, uh, wasn’t covering them very well.”

“And you don’t like looking at…uh, lady bits, huh.” she commented, laughing.

“No, I mean, yes, I do, but you’re my sister, and I shouldn’t be looking at yours.”

“Doesn’t stop you at home, trying to look down me and Mom’s blouses, or trying to peek at us in the shower.”

“I…I..I don’t either,” he said, blushing bright red.

She smiled, knowing he actually did try to avoid doing the things she had accused him of, wondering how she had gotten such a straight-laced brother when she was constantly pre-occupied with sex lately. If her mother hadn’t reined her in, she would have run around inside the house, and out (given her druthers), in her underwear or less, just to tease him.

She knew he masturbated; she could hear him at night, but when asked directly, he’d either deny it outright, or change the topic. She had confessed to him once, recently, that hearing him at night often helped her reach her own climax; God, he had turned as red as a beet when she told him that.

She slid down slightly in her seat and surreptitiously pulled her skirt up, hoping she had revealed her panties again. His glance and turning to look away told her she had been successful. His blush and tightening of his jaw when she laughed Starzbet Giriş confirmed her success and elicited another audible chuckle,

“Here’s your driveway,” the bus driver called, interrupting her game of show and tease.

“Aww, Ms Barrett, can’t you take us to the door. It’s gotta be another half mile…” came the familiar plaint from Albert.

She sighed heavily and started her usual answer, “You know I can’t pull into a driveway that long…”

“Unless there’s a turnaround.” Anni finished for her. “He knows, Ms Barrett; Bert’s just pulling your chain. Thank you. See you Monday,” the blue-eyed brunette said as she got off the bus.

As he approached the exit, Bert flashed the driver a warm smile and said, “Thanks, Ms Barrett. Have a good weekend.”

In spite of herself, the buxom driver smiled back, thinking, “Sonny, if your sister wasn’t on this bus, I’d yank something of yours.” Immediately she chastised herself, “Edie Barrett, behave yourself. He may be old enough, but he’s still a student,” as she put the bus in gear and headed for the bus garage.

In the exchange, no one noticed the slightly purplish light which seemed to bounce off the bus into the oak tree which marked the driveway. On Y’s trip from the Burkis System, where he had learned how to enter and control a humanoid body, he had encountered a veritable river of electromagnetic radiation in the form of radio and TV signals, all streaming from a small planet revolving around a smallish yellow sun. He had absorbed and studied the information, and was familiar with the major languages of the planet, on which he had recently landed.

He had chosen to land in the area which had, roughly, the same coordinates as his family’s home on his own planet. He recognized that he was on one of the larger land masses, slightly North and East of its center.

He was surprised at the similarity. It was pleasantly warm, and mildly humid, with a steady breeze. The surrounding land was rolling and appeared to covered by a new crop of some grass related plant. If Y had had eyes to close, he could have imagined he had found home.

Anni waited for her brother to get off the bus so they could walk together up the nearly quarter mile long lane which led to their house. “Something wrong, Bert? You were quiet almost all the way home. Some one, or something buggin’ you?”

“No…yeah…not rea…Kelly Davis asked me to take her to her prom tomorrow night. And I had to say no, damn it. I don’t have a car, and she can’t drive…Fuck!”

“I’m sorry, Bro, but at least you got asked. More’n I can say,” she laughed, bumping his arm with her shoulder.

“Just further proof that the guys at school are just a bunch of dumbasses. At Horner (their previous high school) you would have been the first girl asked. Shit, if you weren’t my sister…” he stopped, blushing.

“What, Bert? What if I wasn’t your sister? C’mon, tell me,” she wheedled; “It’s just us here. I won’t tell anyone, and I won’t hold it against you, I promise. C’mon, tell me, please.”

Bert looked at her, shaking his head, and kept walking, stomping up the lane as if he was carrying a heavy load. “I… I…” He stopped and turned to face her. She caught her breath, looking at her brother. Their coloring, inherited from their mother, was similar, dark hair, blue eyes, fair complexion, normally. At the moment, the six-foot teenager’s was bright red with embarrassment.

“If you ever tell anybody, I’ll say it’s a lie, but, if you weren’t my sister, I’d ask you to be my girlfriend,” and with that, he turned and started to run toward the house.

Gobsmacked, Anni stood still, watching him run away. Y took the opportunity to drop into one of the deep wrinkles in her backpack, to think about what he had heard.

Sister–close female relation of the same generation, born of the same pair of parents; variants: half-sister – one parent in common; step sister – acquired by marriage between parent and other adult with female offspring male equivalents: brother, half brother, step brother

Girlfriend–female with whom male can expect to engage in sexual activities ranging from hand holding to variants of reproductive sex.

Question—why does being sister preclude being girlfriend? Must investigate.

Since the male sibling seemed to have the biggest problem with sister vs girlfriend status (based on what Y had observed in the bus), Y carefully insinuated himself into the teenager’s mind and began to look for clues as to why the two statuses seemed to be mutually exclusive.

Scanning the teen’s education engrammes, he found only a brief discussion on the genetic problems which ‘might’ be the result of ‘extensive’ inbreeding from an early Starzbet Güncel Giriş high school science class. Y quickly dismissed this as the cause for the attitude since not everyone had to study that course, and it seemed the prejudice predated that exposure.

The sentience looked back a couple of years, to the immediately prepubescent period. Here he discovered a lot of teasing about what his friends would do if Anni was their sister, and questions about whether or not he had ‘fucked’ her (an obscene colloquialism for engaging in sexual intercourse, his language banks translated for him). This question usually elicited feelings of anger, jealousy, arousal and shame.

The shame seemed to be tied to all things associated with any interest in the feminine body, and stemmed to an incident when he had walked in on his mother while she was changing her clothes. As soon as he had seen her in her underwear, stunned, he had frozen in place. His mother had looked up and seen him at that instant, and, surprised, mistakenly thought he had been there for some time.

Embarrassed, she had given him a gentle but strict talking to about how it wasn’t proper for him to be peeking at women and girls, especially her and his sister, while they dressed or bathed, a talk which was repeated more forcefully by his father. Feeling ashamed, he had not tried to explain or defend himself.

The sense of shame was compounded by an incident a few years earlier when he had walked in on his parents while they were still in bed. Since they were covered, Bert had not seen anything, but their reactions were enough to frighten the six year-old.

The next summer, when his family was visiting his Uncle’s farm, he and a year-older cousin were discovered by the uncle, in the barn, engaged in the activity humorously described by older children as ‘playing doctor.’ With a shout and a swat to Bert’s bare ass, the uncle ended the cousins’ game of show and tell. Later, when the adults thought the kids were asleep, he heard them discussing and laughing about it. That was the first time he heard the word incest. .

The sentience, figuratively, blinked. In spite of his exposure to several years of TV and radio broadcasts, he was unfamiliar with the term. Searching his mental data banks, the only references he found were in a legal context, indicating the word referred to an illegal activity, but there had never been any explanatory information.

He examined the word itself, conjecturing about what it meant, but not why it was wrong: in – cest—the negative connotation began with the first syllable, the negative ‘in’, and proceeded with the second syllable, the extended sibilance of the ‘c’ and ‘s’, reminiscent of the sound of the hated snake, followed by the hard stop of the ‘t’, as if the speaker were attempting to spit out a putrid taste.

However, in Albert’s cerebral library, it lay in close proximity to the word *fuck*, as well as many others which the sentience had learned on his journey, from the TV and radio signals, were considered as obscene. From this, he inferred that incest was used to refer to the act of sexual intercourse between family members not legally married to each other, and judged to be taboo and illegal.

This puzzled the traveler. On his world, it was the role of mothers and unwed sisters to properly school the young males approaching maturity in the proper techniques and methods of pleasing their mates to ensure a happy home life and healthy offspring.

In a like manner, it was the duty of the male side of the family to instruct the younger females as they neared the age of child bearing. The occasional rare progeny of such unions were welcomed as blessings upon the family.

Y decided to wait and watch, to see if he could garner more information about the ban, and to see if he could determine the nature of the relationships in the small family.

Albert had a three-stride head start before Anni was able to get her feet to move after his declaration. She took off after him and caught up to him just as he started up the steps to the porch. She ran up the steps beside him, purposely bumping his arm with her shoulder whenever she could.

He reached up, found the key on the lintel, and, In spite of his sister’s interference, he was able to get the door unlocked. When they got inside, she moved to stand in front of him, blocking his way. “I’d have said yes,” she stated and turned and ran upstairs to her room, leaving her brother as stunned as she had been.

If Y had had a head, he’d have been shaking it. “So much wasted sexual energy. Must find a way to help this sibling pair release it and enjoy this period of youthful excitability. He considered the situation an example of racial immaturity and resolved to find a way to elevate this pair, if not the family, to what he deemed a more mature and accepting level.

Based on Anni’s statement, he regarded her already as more mature and accepting of the possibility of mating with her brother, provided there were no offspring. He would have to find a way to convince the male.

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If Tarantina wasn’t quite dressed to kill, she was certainly out to maim. In a leather skirt and fishnets, her brunette hair flowing down over her shoulders, and a silver cross nestled in the cleavage created by a low-cut black blouse and a very pushy bra, she’d had guys’ tongues hanging out most of the evening. I hadn’t said where we were heading, just to meet me in the West End and dress sexily. We’d started at a private members club, then jumped a cab. She never needed a second invitation to get her glad rags on, but judging by the expression on her face as our cab stopped outside what was clearly a swingers’ club, she was a little piqued at not being given more of a heads-up.

‘The girls are wearing BDSM gear,’ she protested as a I paid the driver. We were both ogling the other guests who were arriving and joining the short line to get into the invitation-only event.

‘I didn’t want to spoil the surprise,’ I said. ‘After all, this is your fantasy.’

She kissed me hard – my thanks – then said, ‘You bastard.’

At the door we handed over our IDs and completed our registration as a couple. It was a first time for both of us at the club and they had a strict couples-only policy. Other first-time visitors to a club like this might be daunted by what they were about to see or be asked to do, but we were worried for another reason. Declaring ourselves as a couple made a record of what had up until then stayed a very private secret. No-one knew about our affair, not even our closest friends. We hid our tracks. Never visited the same place twice. And we certainly didn’t declare ourselves to be a couple. I hoped this club held its data securely. The idea of it being hacked and the information published on the web wasn’t an idle concern.

We took a deep breath and headed inside. Tarantina gripped my arm. I knew it wasn’t from trepidation any longer, but from the sexual energy that would be charging through her body just as it was mine. I glanced over; her eyes had gone wide. There were beautiful people everywhere, all dressed to thrill, and the idea that some of these gorgeous bodies might want to have sex with us was simply overwhelming.

‘There’s a dungeon downstairs, apparently,’ I told her, ‘and a dark room, plus lots of side rooms where we can do it ourselves or join in.’

I expected her to tell me where she wanted to visit first, but instead she turned to me. ‘We need rules,’ she said firmly.

‘Okay.’

It seemed fair enough. She hadn’t been expecting this and I had to congratulate her on even venturing inside. I could imagine what the response would have been if either of us had tried the same trick on either of our other halves. It would have made for a frosty trip back to the suburbs, maybe even a swift visit to the lawyer’s office.

‘You can look,’ she said. ‘And you can touch. But no fucking.’

I nodded. I was just happy to be there. ‘Same goes for you?’

‘Of course. I don’t want to fuck a man I’ve never met.’

It was the difference between the sexes, I knew, and didn’t question it. I’d even anticipated this. We’d had conversations previously about inviting someone to join in one of our hotel romps, and agreed that we didn’t want to share each other with anyone else. But she’d also told me about a fantasy of having a few men at once. Contradiction, thy name is woman. There was only one way to deal with it: find a place where she could explore safely. I’d gently steer us downstairs, and then maybe suggest the dark room.

We came across an open area with sofas. It was still early and there was no full nudity yet,. People kissed and fondled. A few women had their tits out. One guy was getting his cock stroked through his jeans. I grabbed Tarantina around the waist from behind and pulled her to me, so she could feel my erection pressing into her cheeks.

‘Someone’s enjoying the show,’ she said.

I kissed her neck and played with her breasts, tweaking her nipples hard.

We walked to get a drink and noticed a couple standing near the fridges watching us. They were about our age. He had a strong, angular features – a Mediterranean look Bycasino – and she wore a sharp blonde bob that could have been a wig. Both were slim and a had a confident air. Something told me they weren’t first-timers, far from it.

‘It’s quiet tonight,’ the man said, as we opened our drinks.

‘We wouldn’t know,’ I said, ‘it’s our first time.’

His eyes it up, as I’d hoped they would. ‘Two virgins. You will enjoy it.’ He spoke with an accent, but I wasn’t sure where from.

‘What would you recommend first?’

‘Depends what you like.’

I knew this would prompt Tarantina into action. Meekly following along wasn’t her style. As I was about to answer the question, she pushed me to one side. ‘Who says we’re following your fantasies?’

The other woman laughed and said, ‘What are your names?’ Her accent was stronger than her partner’s. German, I guessed. Maybe Danish.

Tarantina and I looked at each other quickly reading each others’ minds. Should we give our real names?

‘Tina,’ she said quickly. Nice one.

“I’m Seb,’ I said.

‘He is Jusi,’ she said, ‘and I’m Meta.’

Her lips, I noticed as she spoke, were round, full, and highly glossed. There was a hint of something fluorescent in her lipstick too, because every time an ultra-violet strobe swept the room, it gave her mouth a purple glow. I couldn’t help but wonder if Meta might be tempted to leave some ultra-violet marks on my cock at some point, but then it occurred to me it might not be allowed. Was oral sex touching, or fucking? Our hasty agreement hadn’t been comprehensive.

‘So tell us your fantasies,’ Meta said. It was addressed to both of us, but I could see her checking out Tina. She was hoping my lover had a desire to explore the feminine side.

‘That’s what we’re here to discover,’ I said. ‘I’ve fantasised about pretty much everything.’

‘Why don’t you try a room first,’ Jusi said. ‘That’s what most people are here for. We can show you if you want.’

Tina nodded and I was happy to go along. They led us down a flight of stairs. I caught sight of another floor below, and guessed that’s where the dungeon might be. We turned a corner, went through a doorway, and there before us were a couple on a chaise longue, naked except for their bondage gear. The man wore a spiked collar around his neck, and the woman held him on a chain, pulling his face between her legs. He was eating her pussy for all he was worth, but she wanted more, flicking a leather switch across his back and ass every time he slowed down.

I felt an instant desire to touch Tina the same way and my hand swept across her leather skirt, but it was too long and tight fitting to reach her pussy.

‘You should have told me where we were going,’ she said, ‘I would have worn something with easier access.’ We kissed and I reached for her breasts instead. She moaned and felt for my cock, which was pressing painfully against my trouser fronts. My first instinct was to find a room of our own.

‘Would you like to see another?’ Meta said. ‘There are some you can join.’

We went on a tour through the private rooms. There were couples fucking, in pairs and in groups, plus single sex couples of both genders, and one room where people were rotating in and an out, like a tag-team mini-orgy.

All through our visiting, Tina seemed happy to stay and watch. We kissed and felt each other a few times. I’d even had to loosen the waist of her skirt at one point to get my hand down to her clit, which couldn’t last another second without being touched. But when I’d tried to go further and remove it, with the intention of heading for one of the beds, and with the hope that Jusi and Meta might follow us, she pulled my hand out and pushed my fingers to my mouth, while she refastened the zip.

It was then that I realised what she wanted – and just as importantly what she didn’t want. She knew that if we headed for the bed that the other couple would follow. She didn’t want a swap. That had never been her fantasy.

I led us back out and down the stairs toward the dungeon, ditching the Danes in the Bycasino giriş process. Various people were hooked up in various contraptions, but that wasn’t what I was looking for. The club had a strict couples-only or single-female policy, because otherwise it would be overrun by predatory young men looking for an easy shag. But that meant a relatively equal ratio, and most of the guys were occupied.

Eventually I spotted a pair of hardbody young men sitting next to a drinks station, chatting between themselves happily enough, but I wondered if maybe they needed a distraction.

Suggesting another drink, I led us over. We got the drinks and asked if we could join. They took one look at Tina and agreed. She took the opportunity to squeeze herself between them on the sofa. I think she’d twigged my plan, even then.

‘Aren’t you guys a little bored over here?’ I asked them. ‘I mean, there’s so much to watch.’

‘We’re waiting for our wives,’ one of them said. ‘They’ve gone off together somewhere.’

‘Probably dyking it up,’ the other one said. ‘They’re into each other.’

‘Don’t you want to watch?’ I said.

‘If they want to put on a show, yeah,’ the first one said. ‘But they disappeared. We’re not going follow them around.’

‘Why don’t you do the same?’ Tina said to them. ‘Get into each other while they’re gone?’

The two men laughed nervously.

‘Did they tell you to behave yourselves while they were away?’ she said.

‘No it’s not that, but…’

‘But what?’ she said.

Throughout most of the conversation my eyes had been on the St Andrews cross, which I’d read was the highlight of the dungeon and didn’t disappoint. A woman wearing only a leather bodice was strapped to it, her legs spread by the apparatus, while a masked man applied various gels to her holes and penetrated them with a variety of toys. She was shrieking with pleasure, and sometimes surprise, and it was impossible not to watch.

Noticing a pause in the conversation, I turned back to Tina, and received the shock of my life. One of the two guys had his tongue down her throat while he was unbuttoning her shirt, and the other had his hand inside her leather skirt. She saw me and giggled naughtily, then beckoned me to her. When I was close enough she grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer. It only took a few seconds before my cock, which had been desperate to be freed for what seemed an eternity, leapt out of its confines.

Tina brought me to her mouth and began swirling her tongue, just like I’d taught her during our last session together. Her bra soon came off and the guy she’d been kissing began sucking hard at her nipples. Her skirt was up around her waist and I could see a hand fighting to get down the front of her panties.

We were in a fairly open area of the club and I wasn’t even sure if we were supposed to be doing it here.

‘Do we need to get a room?’ I said, to no-one in particular.

‘There are no rules here, mate,’ said the man with his hand in Tina’s pants.

I’d thought that the sight of another man pleasuring my lover would raise terrible feelings of jealousy in me. And while I can’t say they were entirely absent, the expression of sheer pleasure on Tina’s face went some way to alleviating it. It excited me to see her so lost in sensation.

The head of my cock was building up a good rhythm sliding in and out of her mouth, and Tina now had both of the other two guys’ cocks out too. She was wanking them with both hands, rather expertly if I may say, and I wondered if she’d ever pleasured three men simultaneously before. Her panties had been pulled off and I could see two fingers sliding in and out of her gorgeous pussy with its tiny landing strip of hair.

Tina took me out of her mouth and said, ‘Fuck me now.’

The two guys obligingly moved aside as I placed my hips between hers. But before I could enter her, she said to the other guys, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’

She had each of them stand beside her and took their cocks in each hand, then made sure they were positioned so that she could suck them Bycasino güncel giriş in turn.

I took that as my cue to enter her, and I’d never felt her pussy hotter or wetter. She thrust her hips forward to meet mine, grinding her clit into my pubes.

It didn’t take long before all four of us were cumming. Tina was first, letting out one of the low, loud yells that seemed to start in the depths of her being and had shaken the walls of many of London’s finer hotels. That set me off. I pulled out and shot my load over her belly, and the two guys added theirs to mine, showering her tits.

We all laughed once we were done, as I don’t think any of us had expected it, but what came as an even bigger surprise was the sound of hand clapping behind us. We looked up and there were the two guys’ wives, who’d been watching the whole thing.

‘Seems you found some new friends,’ one of the girls said.

‘I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your men,’ Tina said to them.

‘No, we were having fun watching,’ said the other wife.

They were both gorgeous. In their thirties, with very firm bodies, they were both wearing matching corsets and bras.

‘In fact, we were coming to get the guys to join us in a room. And seeing as you’re friends already…’

They showed us where there were some showers, and we got to know each other better, laughing as we soaped up. Afterward, as we followed them to one of the private rooms, one of the wives turned to us. ‘We’re going to put on a show, it’ll give you boys a little time to recover.’

As soon as we were in the room, the two girls got to work on each other. They’d been saving it for the husbands I guessed, as they were as greedy as we’d been earlier. I was getting hard again, which wasn’t lost on Tina, because it was her hands on me that had started it. I returned the favour and slid my fingers across her clit as we watched the girls take it in turned to go down on each other.

One of the two wives set the other on her knees and turned her around so that her pussy and ass were on show to us. She then put two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass. Her friend squealed in pleasure. The two guys couldn’t hold themselves back any longer. They dived straight in. One got behind the girl on her knees and went straight inside. The other lifted his woman onto the bed, and sat her on top of him, where she sank straight down with a cry of delight. We watched, loving the show, and then laughed with surprise as the couples switched partners in a flash. I’d still not worked out who was with whom, and at this point it had ceased mattering to them.

‘Do you want to fuck them?’ Tina said in my ear.

‘No, I want to fuck you.’

‘Well hurry up then.’

We climbed onto the one space left on the bed and began fucking doggy style. The other couples saw us and hands reached across in playful camaraderie. Tina and I stayed together, but as the couples switched again and positions changed, we touched them and allowed ourselves to be touched. I felt pussies, cocks, tits, asses… I was reminded of Woody’s Allen’s gag about wanting to be reincarnated as Warren Beatty’s fingertips, but after tonight I reckoned there would be a number of people who’d be happy to come back as mine…

Tina and I came together, then lay watching as our new friends went off and other couples took their places. It was mesmerising to watch such a parade of sex – like a having your own private porn channel, in real life and close up.

Tina was staying at a friend’s house that night and she didn’t want to be back too late. We gathered our belongings and as we were leaving we passed a room where I spotted Jusi and Meta taking part in what I can only describe as a full-on orgy. Jusi had his dick deep in a stunning Afro-Caribbean woman, and Jusi was being DP’d by two guys, in a room full of many other pulsating bodies.

I was clearly transfixed, as I felt a tug on my arm. ‘We’ll come back again.’

She pulled me into a cab and our tongues stayed firmly entwined all the way to her friends’ place.

As she was getting out, she said, ‘Thank you for making my fantasy come true. Next time can be your rules.’

I instantly wished she hadn’t said it. At least not then. Riding home in a cab by myself with a throbbing erection and no way of relieving it…

I guess there are worse ways to end a Saturday night.

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