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I read The William Golding story Pincher Martin a long time ago. It stuck in my mind. Spoiler alert: I borrowed the Pincher Martin structure. I just wish I had his ability to write excellent prose. But, there again, how many of you know that story? I can recommend it. This story could also have been slotted into Incest/Taboo category, but I chose to put in under Mature. The story is solely a product of my imagination (with a tip of my hat to Golding). Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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FALLING FOR LOVE

Wahooooooo.

My life changed irrevocably five years ago on October 21st. My wife, Sue, died in a tragic accident.

Sue and I had been married 40 years. We married too young we were told. As high school sweethearts, Sue was 19 and I was 20, in my first job as a Bank Management trainee.

It was no surprise, in retrospect, that Sue was pregnant. By a cruel stroke Sue incurred a devastating infection late in her pregnancy that not only killed the fetus but left Sue sterile as well. It took a while for us to recover from the blow. We were young, resilient and still very much in love.

We embraced our sexual side before our marriage and it picked up again once Sue’s body had recovered. She applied to college and went on to become a schoolteacher. Sue claimed over one hundred children a year as her family. My father gave us a sizable down payment on a house and we moved into a new subdivision on the edge of town.

Our new neighbors on one side were slightly older than us and already had a young family. We became fast friends and like family to all of them, including the children. The kids were in our place all the time, and we holidayed together.

They had three daughters and a son, who are now all married and with some children themselves. Shortly after their youngest one was born the parents tragically died in boating accident when their small sailing dingy was caught in a viscous squall.

The only sibling of the parents, and the only living relative, lived on the other coast and rarely had seen the children. Over the course of a year, with innumerable agencies, the courts and lawyers involved the estate of the children was settled on the children with us as executors.

We further arranged to take the children in as our own instant family. The transition was smooth and everyone considered it the best possible outcome for the children. Sue and I were delighted in spite of the radical change to our lifestyle. We had our family. The children grew up balanced.

Sue retired as a schoolteacher and I retired as a senior manager at a bank at almost the same time. I was packaged out at 60 due to reorganization. Sue took retirement at the same time. Financially we could manage well, providing we were not too extravagant.

After overcoming the initial shock of retirement with the freedom to come and go as we pleased we jointly settled down to travel, and developed our own interests. Sue became an ardent gardener and member of various horticulture organizations in the area. She quickly found herself on the board of two of these groups.

I revived my childhood interest and latent talent in painting. I took numerous courses and found I had a particular flair for portraiture and loved the limited exposure I had to life drawing and painting. Landscapes were not my milieu. I mainly painted in oils.

We walked a lot together, enjoyed eating out regularly, and drank the occasional bottle of wine, and a scotch nightcap most nights. We laughed a lot and found games to play. We had dreams we never fulfilled and some we did.

Once a month to supplement our regular love making we would, on the last Friday of every month, after a bottle of wine, read out loud to each other one erotic story we had found on the internet. Such stories fueled our fantasies. We acted out a few of them as well – all as harmless fun for both of us.

We made visits to all our families.

The eldest, Jane, lived the closest, but we saw the least of her. She was always somehow remote, never being as close to us as we would have liked. She remembered her parents better than the others and was never quite reconciled to their deaths. Her husband, Phil, bored us into a stupor. In common with her parents, she had her boy and girl early, and soon as they were old enough departed around the globe.

The next daughter, Sally, 16 months younger, who lived about two hours away, became a teacher, following in Sue’s footsteps, and fitted three children into her career. We made two trips a year to see her and her youngest child, a late arrival, who was just a baby. Her husband, Dick, was into a blow-hard salesman who talked more than we cared for.

The only boy, Jim, a successful accountant, was an hour away and saw us regularly. He was the next oldest arriving two years after their second, Sally. His wife, Paula, was a real beauty and a lot of fun. Paula had aspirations for a stage career, and although she performed in a few local amateur productions, she was essentially a stay-at-home mom.

The youngest daughter, Suzanne, Escort Bayan Gaziantep we learned was a surprise and was born 7 years after her brother. She was the splitting image of Sue in spite of having no common bloodline. Without being unkind, she became the trophy wife of a rich mining executive, who was away a lot of the time.

They lived on a grand estate an hour drive away. She visited us regularly. We were constantly being invited over, but were uncomfortable with all her space and the conspicuous consumption thrust upon her. She was a good person still finding herself.

I thought of the family as our daughters and son. They were, but adopted.

My life all came to an abrupt end one October night three years into retirement. Sue had the final Horticulture executive meeting of the year. The forecast was for light rain. The weather turned colder than expected and after some sleet there was freezing rain. The roads became slick. A tractor-trailer jackknifed as it tried to stop and crushed my wife’s car with Sue inside it. I was just preparing for bed when a policewoman came to my door and gave me the dire news. All I remember is phoning our adopted children.

The next six months became a total blur. Our son managed all the accounting and administrative necessities. Our daughters took turns trying to console me. Our friends initially were around all the time, but with such a lack of response from me they quickly tired and the visits petered out. I took no exercise, slept fitfully and found no interest in anything, including my painting. I was depressed, but resisted taking any medication for my condition.

Bill, an acquaintance from one of my painting classes was a little more persistent. In the April after Sue’s death he badgered me to accompany him to a portrait exhibition in our nearby city – he was so terrier-like I eventually agreed to go with him. On the brilliant morning of our excursion Bill called to me to tell me he could not make it as his wife had slipped and fallen, and he was in the ER at the local hospital. I was initially relieved, but then some small voice in me insisted I go in alone. I made the journey.

A small crowd of young people identified as being from the local Art College gathered outside the gallery. They were giving away “Free Hugs”. Somehow a statuesque blond singled me out and gave me a breast-smashing hug. She was so tall her large breasts were above my chest – instinctively I reached around and squeezed her buttocks.

She pushed back a little, smiled and gave me a second hug, whispering in my ear that she needed that and thank you. All I remember of the exhibition was becoming out of breath as I mounted the various flights of stairs in the gallery. Yet something came alive in me on that visit out of town.

The excursion and the exercise gave me the first good night’s sleep since Sue’s death. I awoke realizing I needed to bring my fitness level up. So I took a walk. My first positive, self-motivated action since Sue had died. The weather held good for weeks, and each day I walked a little further until I was on the move for a full two hours.

I became obsessive about my walks. After my early morning walks, I began to read the paper again. I turned off the TV and started to read books once more. Gradually my recovery spread out to other interests. I tried to clear up the garden that was beginning to run wild, but eventually hired a local man to come by twice a week for three hours. I then returned to my painting – bad pictures of flowers from the garden. They made me cry.

Finally I was able to call the children and arranged visits. I stayed two weeks with each of the two older daughters and my son, with their families.

The visit with Jane was difficult. She was withdrawn. I was unable to draw her out. I was pleased to move on. Staying with Sally was all about the Grandchildren. It was fun as I got closer to them.

Jim was at work a lot of the time, so I ended up making visits and having fun with Paula. She flirted outrageously with me to light my spark for life. She helped make the time pass quickly, but I stuck with the schedule.

At each visit I painted the individual portraits of the whole family. Each one was well received. My final visit started in late September and was planned to run until after the anniversary of Sue’s death. Not unexpectedly, her husband was away in Australia and the Philippines for six weeks.

Suzy also had a painting talent and had formally studied art. She sat for me, and she liked how I had rendered her, but gave me a mild critique along with the praise. Suzy hugged me and then to my utter surprise kissed me full on the lips for more than a moment. She then asked me to sit for her. She did a great painting – larger than mine. We celebrated her portrait by sinking almost two bottles of wine – somehow we both sensed that the portrait was a milestone.

As we were mildly drunk she complained that she liked to paint life figures but had difficulty finding models. She lived a long way from any art college and the area was extremely conservative. She had one friend who sat topless for her, but she complained she would really like to paint a man.

I asked whether she thought her friend would sit for me. Suzy just laughed – there was no way. Somehow our wine driven conversation brought us to a point that we drunkenly agreed to pose for each other – nude.

After my morning walk and the cobwebs of the hangover were retreating, Suzy and I looked at each other in silence over morning coffee and were not sure how to approach our agreement of the previous night. Suzy jumped up as if she had made a decision and simply took robe and nightdress off.

“What do you think?” I was gob smacked. I had difficulty looking at her. At nearly 40 she retained a youthful figure.

“Haven’t seen you naked for about 30 years.” She came around to my stool took my face in her hands, looked me in the eyes from about 6 inches and said,

“Well, do you want to paint me or not?”

Over the next four days I did about twenty sketches. Suzy started walking around the house naked. I was beginning to become a little more of an artist and less of a father over these few days. I selected a pose and finally painted her in a reclining position. She loved the painting and once more laid a long warm kiss on my lips, only this time she was naked. I felt myself becoming aroused and broke off the encounter.

“OK dad. My turn at you.”

I am not sure how I managed to strip naked for Suzy. She cajoled, laughed at my embarrassment and basically used the argument about her doing it for me. She then sketched me in different positions. “Nice equipment, Dad”. I did not need such editorial comment.

The next day we drove into the local hills and had a picnic. We just walked and spoke about Sue. We picked up a large canvas at the local art store, and before going to bed Suzy simply said, “Tomorrow. Be ready.”

I went for my morning walk, showered and just put on a robe. Suzy called down for me to go to the studio and settle into the pose we had agreed. I was sitting in a comfortable armchair near a window with the sun shining in. I sat with hands on the arms and legs slightly apart. I settled in and decided to read the paper while I waited for Suzy’s arrival. The editorial caught my attention and I became vaguely aware of Suzy setting up her easel and paint palette.

“Ready?” I kept her at bay for a few more moments to finish the piece. “Dad, com’on. The light’s moving along”

I set the paper aside. Suzy was standing at the side of the canvas completely naked. My cock jumped up at the sight – she was so much like Sue.

“Wahoo, cowboy…” Her voice petered out. “I thought you might be more comfortable if I was also in the buff. “Maybe not such a good idea, or maybe it was. Glad to see the equipment still works.” I relaxed. She painted clothed for the next three mornings while the light was right.

We went out to dinner at a fancy restaurant on the anniversary of Sue’s death. We remembered her together and cried a little. I had a walk around their estate in the moonlight after dinner and Suzy disappeared to her room. I retired to bed quite early and faintly heard the grandfather clock in the hall strike eleven, midnight and one o’clock.

I then dozed off, to be woken by Suzy slipping into the bed beside me. She cuddled up to me as she did as a child. She was naked. She slipped her hand into my pajama top, loosening two buttons, and stroked my chest and my nipples. I became aroused. Her hand moved down to my penis and gently held it with a series of slow small squeezes. I became harder in spite of myself. Her hand returned to my chest and stayed there for about ten minutes. No words were spoken between us. Then she left.

The next morning my mind was in turmoil. I knew where the course of intimacy with my daughter would lead – I could not resist its pull. I decided to leave and go home. We were awkward with each other over breakfast. I told her on my decision to leave. She cried. She expressed some guilt with an undercurrent of regret that she had offended me. I tried to reassure her but could not bring myself to give her the true reason for my departure – I wanted to make love to her. She was my Sue. I departed quickly and with a righteous discomfort.

The winter passed with regular long walks, painting, watching junk on TV, and a few art related workshops. I saw the family for short visits. Suzy and I kept our distance even when we were together. Jane arranged a Christmas family get together that proved to be a mild disaster with more tension between spouses and between siblings. There was an agenda I was not privy to at that time.

I saw Bill from time to time. Some of Sue’s girlfriends came around to see if I was all right: some trying to set me up with a girlfriend and some trying to be that girlfriend. None of them interested me particularly, but they did provide me with a good stream of portrait models. The sad part of the portrait sitting was that some thought it was a form of courtship. On the positive side I was quite well fed.

I was summoned to a family conference in March. The family had decided it would be best I move into a retirement home. They had worked out that I should not worry about the financing – if necessary they would kick in funds should they be required. I told them “Nuts!” They had caught my attention about my life and an underlying loneliness that was setting in. I relented and told them I would think about it.

I started to research the idea. I heard of a new project nearby was due for announcement. It was about eighteen months away from completion. My further enquiries showed it met all the criteria I had set out for myself. I could get, for a premium, a two bedroom unit, the place was planned with nicely landscaped gardens, self-catering or catered meals, there were all the exercise facilities one could desire, and the deal allowed one’s health to deteriorate with nursing care such that one left in a box.

The cost stretched my resources, but I could just manage it. I signed on as one of the first. The family was delighted. I felt relief, and anxiety about leaving so many memories behind in the place that had been our home for so many years.

The following 18 months passed quickly. I was getting some paid commissions for my portraits. My circle of friends remained very small. The family came and went – I visited all but Suzy for short periods. Suzy dropped in on me, but we kept our contact unhealthily cool.

It was become clear that Jane’s marriage was about to break up. I slowly whittled away at the contents of the house. The three daughters came together for a visit and disposed of Sue’s remaining clothes and personal things. I was sad. I had good days and some very bad ones. The house sold quickly and for a good price due to its location. I was ready both physically and mentally for the move when the time arrived.

The residence building and grounds were as promoted. They were in a comfortable modern style and appealed to quite well heeled purchasers. Having been one of the first to buy I had a choice corner suite overlooking the gardens and a ravine on the sixth floor. The staff was professional and friendly, and the food was quite good. I settled in very quickly. From the comments from the family, I inferred a collective sigh of relief.

The place filled quickly – the units had been snapped up in just over two months I had learned. I quickly realized I was one of only five men, two the spouses of the female occupants, amongst one hundred and five women. All of us men received a lot of attention – the wave of friendliness was more of a tsunami.

I retreated to my unit and closed the door and played my music quite loudly. This was something I had not expected, and it took a while to get used to the idea. I was 66, still reasonably good-looking, single, quite fit and with funds. I had a car and could still drive. I was on a lot of lady’s guest lists. Then I realized I had a string of models for my portraits.

There were some rules about visiting stopovers, even in our own apartments, but family was always acceptable. Jane was my first visitor to stay over, and she was with me for two months. She had broken up with her husband and was in transition.

At first all the ladies in residence were clucking about this young lady who was staying with me. Fortunately the rumor network soon put it about she was my daughter on hard times. She was accepted and there were attempts to get to me through her by some of the craftier gals.

After a few days I suggested to Jane she talk to me about her situation. Slowly our conversations opened up a little. Then one day we both acknowledged we had never been close. She admitted she always saw me as an authority figure, no substitute for her own real father, and was jealous of her younger sisters getting all the attention.

I told her she always was a non-tactile kid, who shied away from cuddles and came over as aloof. We both went away and thought about each other’s perceptions. During the next conversation Jane asked me to hug her. I did and she cried on my shoulder. I rubbed her back and held her tight. There was no stirring as I had felt with Suzy. Just compassion. We stayed clutching each other for a long time, and then she kissed me on my forehead and went to her bedroom.

The next day over breakfast in the warmth of the sun in the living room she blurted out, “I had an affair”.

My reply was neutral. “If you want, you can tell me.” Jane was silent for several minutes as she debated with herself what to tell me.

“As you know I was in the PR department of a cosmetics manufacturer. We got a new hotshot boss. Very quickly he came on to me. He also pointed out that PR women had to put out to clients to be really successful. Which is absolutely BS. Of course he added he had to judge the quality of the services. He was a pig. He groped me a number of times, and was seen by someone else doing so on two occasions. I finally took a stand and told him I would report him to the CEO if he continued. The next thing I knew I was fired on a trumped up issue. I sued with the help of the witnesses to the groping, and settled out of court for a very good sum. The difficultly was that the word was out in the industry that I was a problem employee and no jobs were available wherever I applied.”

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My eyes scanned the small science class room, trying to get an idea of what my classmates were like. Most of them seemed dull, or interested in different things. None seemed to be very nerdy, like me. Well, a couple were, but they were fat guys who smelt bad, and seemed like they’re dicks. I sighed, and decided that this was going to be another lonely year on my own.

The teacher was making some short speech about the school year, when he announced that we had to select partners for the rest of the semester, and I immediately started to panic. Who here is even remotely like me? I thought, my eyes scanning the class again, desperately searching for someone. I cursed myself for giving up so soon on befriending anyone when suddenly, the door swung open.

A beautiful petite girl, with auburn hair, pale skin and thick glasses covering her sparkling eyes burst through the door.

“Sorry I’m late; I went into the wrong class.” She said, her cheeks blushing a little. She was small, but adorable. The teacher told her it was fine, and said that she needed to find a partner. I was sitting in the back, with no one beside me. I quickly waved towards her, before I realized it. Her eyes looked me up and down, and she lit up with a smile suddenly, as she walked towards me.

“Hi! I’m Jenny.” She told me, raising her hand for me to shake.

“I’m Josh.” I replied, my cheeks slightly red from her being so close. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing makeup, but her skin looked perfect. She had a dimple whenever she smiled.

“You waved me over to be your partner, right?” She asked, biting her lip. She looked even more stunning up close.

“Yeah, if you wanna be I mean.” I said, blushing a little. She giggled adorably, making my heart melt.

“Of course I do, you seem nice enough.” She told me, a beautiful smile spreading across her face. My smile grew wide, before I realized she was still standing.

“Sit down, come on. I don’t bite.” I joked, pulling the chair out. She giggled slightly, before walking around me, and sat down.

The teacher gave us a few minutes to get to know our partner, since ‘Teamwork and cooperation are important between lab partners.’

“So what do you do most of the time?” I asked, trying to appear casual by leaning on the table.

“Well, I spend most of my time playing videogames, to be honest.” She told me, blushing a bit.

“Really? Me too!” I grinned, and she sighed in relief before grinning back at me. We started to chat about videogames for a few minutes, and I soon discovered she was a bigger nerd than I was.

“So, do you think I’ll be a good partner?” She asked, her eyes shining.

“Uh, I think so. You’ll be a good friend if nothing else.” I stammered, blushing as her smile stretched from ear to ear.

“Thank you!” She told me, wrapping her arms around me for a few seconds. The teacher finally told us all to stop, and started telling us about what we were to expect, and do in this class.

We would do a practical every lesson, and be expected to give a write-up next lesson about the practical. If we finished the practical with half an hour or more time left, we were allowed to go to the library to study instead. He said that usually the brighter students would likely have over an hour by the time they finish. We got started on work immediately.

Jenny and I worked fantastic together. She was mostly perfect. The only problem was that her vocabulary during the tenser moments of the practicals was, simply put, hilarious. We were drawing close to finishing our practical already.

“Quick, pass me the goopy goop!” She demanded, holding her hand out. I started laughing loudly as I passed her the correct substance, which she added with utmost dedication.

“Aand done! Yay!” She said, jumping up and down and clapping as she watched our mixture. She looked up at me, and her smile just made me feel nothing but happiness. It would be impossible to be anything but happy while looking at her. Oh my god, I’m in love. I realized suddenly, and my eyes widened as she turned to finish writing down some quick notes, then spun to look up at the clock. I completely froze for those few seconds, suddenly realizing just how bad I was in love with this girl.

“40 minutes left, do you wanna head to the library? We can chat in there easier as well as do our work.” She asked, turning to face me and tilting her head to the side as she spoke.

“I uh, sure.” I stuttered with an awkward shrug. We told the teacher and started walking down the corridor towards the library.

*

“So, besides video games, what else do you do?” I asked, slipping my hands into my jacket pocket casually as we walked. I tried to ignore my feelings for now and focused on just befriending her.

“Nothing really, in all honesty.” She said, her voice getting quiet in embarrassment.

“Sounds like we’re the same then!” I replied, grinning.

“I guess so!” She exclaimed, her face lighting up again with that beautiful smile of hers. It just Antep Escort Bayan spread so quickly, and made me feel warm and fuzzy inside with just a second’s glance. I was really falling for her, hard. I had never really liked someone before, let alone been in love.

“Maybe we could play games together sometime?” She asked, her eyes looking up at me. She’s much shorter than me, her barely being 5 feet, while I’m a little over 6.

“I’d love to.” I told her, still wildly grinning.

“Yaay!” She smiled wider, jumping up and down and clapping close to her chest.

We arrived at the library, and I pulled the large door open for her.

“So chivalrous, my hero.” She said, winking at me.

“My princess.” I replied, before I could even think. She giggled a little at my comment, her cheeks turning slightly red. I thought nothing of it as I followed her into the library.

We managed to knock out the written work in twenty minutes, giving us another fifteen before her next class. Luckily for me, this was my only class for today.

“So, Josh, got a lucky lady in your life?” She asked, leaning casually on the desk and looking into my eyes.

“I uh, no, I’ve never exactly been, well, popular.” I mumbled, her eyes distracting me too much. I turned away blushing.

“Aww, that’s a surprise. You seem sweet. I bet any girl would be lucky to have you.” She told me. I looked back at her to see her smiling gently, and I felt my heart flip inside.

“T-Thank you.” I stuttered dumbly, my cheeks turning red.

“I’m just being honest, no need to thank me.” She said smirking, making my cheeks redder.

“Well, uh, what about you?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Nope. Who could ever love a face like this?” She said, laughing.

“Are you kidding? You’re so beautiful.” I blurted, before thinking. Her eyes widened before sparkling more, her cheeks turned red and she smiled the widest I’d seen, before softly whispering,

“Thank you.” It melted my heart, and I couldn’t help but grin widely like a fool.

“I really don’t get complimented a lot, so uh, I take it seriously. Thank you.” She told me, before leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. I could hardly think, my head and heart filled with nothing but love for this girl when suddenly, the bell rang.

“Well, I have to get going, as much as I hate to.” She sighed. She started to pack up her things, and I tried to help as best I could. She suddenly tore off a piece of paper from her book, and scribbled something down.

“Here’s my number and my dorm room, if you wanted to talk or get together later?” She asked, her cheeks turning slightly red.

“I’d love to!” I exclaimed grinning, making her smile grow as she finished packing up.

“I’ve really got to go now, sorry. Bye!” She told me, giving me another kiss on the cheek before starting to walk away, waving as she left. I yelled bye back, and waved until she was gone, before I packed up my things. I looked at the slip of paper with her number and address, and saw that she had added a heart on the page beside her name. My heart skipped a beat as I walked out of the library, my head filled with nothing but her.

*

I checked the time again, and saw that her lessons would finally be done. I decided to wait a few minutes for her to get home first, and then rolled back on my bed, picking up my DS and continuing to play Pokémon. I lost a battle while barely paying attention, and then checked the clock only to find it had been a minute. I kept playing, and managed to walk back to where I was. I checked the clock again and seen it had only been another minute. I groaned in frustration.

“Dude, you’ve been checking that clock every minute since you got home 2 hours ago. What are you waiting for?” My roommate Drake asked, as he walked past.

“Uh, well there’s this girl…” I started, and he snorted and held his hand up.

“Say no more, I already understand. Good luck dude. Oh yeah, I might be bringing another guy home tonight, cool?” He asked.

“Cool.” I replied, nodding before he walked out of my room. I checked the clock and saw it had been a couple minutes this time. I shrugged and figured it’d been enough time.

I grabbed my phone and started dialling the number quickly. I heard it ring twice before she answered.

“Hello?” I heard her sweet voice answer.

“Hey, it’s me.” I replied, my cheeks red.

“Josh! I’ve been looking forward to this call my entire English class! I was wondering, would you want to come over? I have a lot of homework for English, so I couldn’t really do it while on the phone, and I don’t even know your address so…” Her angelic voice trailed off.

“Sure! I’ll be over as quick as I can.” I told her. We said our goodbyes, and I quickly burst out of my dorm room and sped towards hers.

*

I knocked nervously on her door, slightly panting from hurrying. She opened up and her face lit up in a wide smile.

“Hey!” She said, hugging me tightly and kissing me on the cheek before leading me by the hand to her room. “Sorry if it’s a little too warm for you, our heating is broken and it’s either pretty cold or pretty warm.” She explained.

“It’s fine.” I replied simply.

I stepped into her room and saw various videogame posters, shelves of games against her walls, and a super computer tucked in the corner. She wasn’t kidding when she said she played games a lot.

“Wow, your collection is way bigger than mine.” I said, wide-eyed and looking at the sheer amount of games.

“Really? I expected you to have a bigger collection, honestly.” She told me, grinning, before sitting at the desk beside her bed. I stood awkwardly, before she patted her bed. I stumbled over and sat on top.

“Make yourself comfy. No need to be nervous, silly.” She told me whilst grinning adorably, her stunning eyes locked on mine.

“Sorry, I just, uh, I’ve never been, in a, um, girl’s room.” I stuttered, feeling more nervous by her staring at me.

“And I’ve never had a boy in my room. Well, I never really had anyone in my room. You’re my first!” She told me, grinning.

“It’s an honour.” I told her, grinning back.

We chatted leisurely while she did her work. Eventually, she finished and slammed her book shut.

“Thank god that’s done. Now we can do whatever. You wanna play a game or something?” She asked.

“Uh, sure. You pick.” I told her. She leant over and looked at the games on the bottom of her shelf. I caught myself looking at her butt and looked away blushing, shaking my head. She stood up straight, holding a game.

She put on Super Mario Bros, and sat beside me, passing me my controller.

“You’re really good.” I commented, as she breezed through the first level.

“It’s the first level. Anyone can look really good at the first level,” She replied.

“True. Maybe even I could.” I told her, and she started laughing. We kept playing and chatting until sunset.

“I think you should head back, I don’t want you walking in the dark. Plus it’ll start getting cold soon.” She told me as she turned off the game.

“Aww, fine. Oh hey, do you want my dorm and phone number and stuff too?” I asked.

“It would be nice to be able to contact you, probably.” She replied, smirking. I laughed a little before grabbing a piece of her notepaper. I wrote down my information, before she walked me to her door.

“Did you wanna do something tomorrow?” She asked, leaning against the doorway.

“Sure! Anything in mind?” I asked.

“Nope.” She said, laughing. “I’ll think of something and text you, I guess?” She questioned, unsure.

“Okay, see you tomorrow then!” I said, grinning.

“Bye!” She said, waving as I walked away. I continued staring back at her small figure, in the doorway, waving to me, as I waved back, until I could barely see her. When I got home, I ignored the sounds of my roommate and his newest partner and curled up in bed, ready to sleep. I kept thinking of her, as my consciousness drifted away.

*

The next day, I woke up to a text from Jenny.

“Good morning! Would you like to grab lunch together at the café across from college? :D” She wrote. I smiled, before replying.

“Yeah! 12 okay with you?” I wrote back, looking at the clock. It was 10 now.

“Sure! :3” She replied quickly. I chuckled at her emoticon, before I got up and showered.

I got out and had just pulled on my pants when Drake knocked on the door.

“Yo, I got class soon. You nearly done?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m almost dressed. I’m gonna go out around 12, cool?” I replied, as I pulled on a shirt.

“Cool.” He said. I opened the door whilst shoving my arm in my jacket.

I left him to his shower, and walked into the lounge room to find a dude in boxers eating cereal on the couch. I gave him a silent nod, as he slightly waved to me, before I went back into my room for a while. I relaxed, and started playing a game.

I ended up doing terribly in the game, thinking about Jenny’s stunning eyes, heart-warming smile, beautiful auburn hair tied in a bun, and her adorable nose. She was simply fantastic in every way. I checked my clock, and saw it was ten to 12 and decided to go. I walked out of my dorm with a spring in my step, towards the café.

I arrived, and looked inside to find I couldn’t see her. I decided to wait outside the door, and stood around for a couple minutes before I saw her walk across the road. She was wearing a blue hoodie, zipped up, and a pair of jeans. She had let her hair down, and I saw it flow in the breeze, a little more than shoulder length.

“Hey! Sorry I’m late!” She called out as I started walking towards her.

“Hi, it’s fine! Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.” I said, laughing a little. I pulled the door open for her, before she walked inside.

“My hero.” She said, smirking.

“My princess.” I replied, making her giggle as she walked to a table in the corner.

A waitress came up to us quickly as we sat down. We both just ordered coffee and sandwiches, and started talking after the waitress left.

“So, how was high school for you?” She asked me, after a couple minutes of light conversation. I thought to myself for a few seconds, before I answered.

“Boring, I guess. I was pretty awkward, so I never really had close friends. I wasn’t bullied or anything so I wouldn’t say it was a bad time. So it was pretty much just uninteresting and kinda dull, overall.” I told her. “You?” She looked down at the table, her fingers fiddling with the edge of the tablecloth.

“My time at school wasn’t exactly the greatest. The girls hated me because I was so skinny. The jocks made fun of me because I played videogames. The nerds were pretty mean, never giving me a chance just because I’m a girl. Practically everyone made fun of me, and I never really had a friend until I left, when I came here and met my roommate, and you.” She told me, biting her lip due to nerves. She looked up at me, her eyes shining, but nervous.

“Wow, I’m so sorry your high school sucked. I’ll do everything I can to make up for it!” I told her, grinning.

“Aw, thank you!” Her beautiful smile spread wider, as her cheeks turned red. The waitress came by and dropped off our food and drink. I thanked her before taking a bite into the sandwich. The waitress walked away as Jenny giggled at my face.

“You got some sauce on your cheek.” She told me.

“Really?” I asked as I grabbed a napkin, trying to wipe it off. She giggled again, before snatching the napkin out of my hand and leaning over the table, wiping it off me.

“There, all gone!” She said, delighted. I blushed, but thanked her. We made small talk as we continued to eat, until we finished.

“Now what do you wanna do, since we’ve both finished eating?” She asked, leaning back in her chair and stretching, pulling an adorable face of relief as she did.

“Well, I could show you my house if you want, although it’s not exactly clean.” I said, grinning at her cute smile.

“Sure!” She replied, jumping out of her chair excitedly.

*

We walked back from the café, her close beside me the entire time. I had a strong urge to hold her hand, but I stopped myself. We finally arrived at my dorm room.

“Ready to see my dorm?” I asked, smiling nervously as I held the doorknob.

“Yes!” She cheered happily. I twisted the door knob, and opened the door quickly.

We walked into my lounge room, where Drake was watching TV.

“Hey, this your girlfriend?” He asked, smirking.

“I-uh, no.” I stuttered, my cheeks turning red. Jenny looked away, embarrassed but smiling. Her cheeks were just as red. “Jenny, this is my gay roommate Drake. Drake, this is Jenny, my friend from science.” I mumbled, introducing them.

“Hi!” She said, her cheeks still a little red as she stretched her hand out. Drake grabbed it and shook it gently, grinning.

“Nice to meet you.” He said, before getting up. “I was actually on my way out, to be honest. I was gonna stay at that dude from yesterday’s house today.” He told me, as he grabbed his jacket off the coat hanger. “By the way there’s condoms in the top drawer by my bed. See ya later.” He said, as he closed the door behind him.

Jenny looked awkwardly at me, before turning away. Her cheeks were very red, possibly even more than mine.

“So uh, that’s Drake. Now do you wanna see my room?” I offered, trying to change the conversation.

“Um, sure. You said my game collection was bigger, but I wanna see for myself.” She told me, her beautiful smile stretching across her face. I grinned back, before opening the door to my room.

I wish I had cleaned earlier, as I realized too late that I had left clothes and my work books strewn across the room. She didn’t seem to pay any attention to the mess as she walked over to my cupboard of games, and inspected them.

“You’re right, my collection is bigger, but you’ve got a lot of better games than me.” She told me, as her finger brushed along my games, skimming through them quickly.

“I usually only buy what I think is really good, so that’d make sense I guess.” I replied. “You can choose a game to play, if you’d like.” I told her, as she continued to skim through my game collection. She pulled one out, and put it into the console. She was confused however, when it wouldn’t turn on.

“I think your GameCube is broken.” She told me.

“That’s because it’s not plugged in.” I said, smirking as I reached over and plugged the power cord in from behind the TV. I turned around as her head shook away, her cheeks a little red.

She sat down on my bed, the controller readily in her hand. She had chosen another Mario game, one of the single player ones this time.

I smiled at the adorable sight of her intensely staring at the screen while clutching the controller in her hands like a child holds its favourite toy. I sat down beside her, and was surprised when she leaned her head on my shoulder.

“You don’t mind if I do this, right?” She asked, looking up at me.

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The phone rang and I answered it; “Hi this is Kelly, okay if I come up?”

“Sure, knock twice.”

After two knocks I opened the door, to see a smiling woman, blond, with a healthy- looking tan. She wore a flowered party dress and sandals, carried a straw purse, and was about 5′ 6″. Neither heavy nor skinny, she was nicely curved, and a tasteful amount of cleavage showed. She could have been 35, or a fit and healthy 40.

“Hi, I’m Kelly. How are you?” she said, offering her hand.

“Fine, and even finer to see you. Thanks so much for coming,” I said. “You understand my plan for the evening?”

“”Sure, you want to have two guests, and be a director, nothing too strange. Sounds fine with me. Where’s the other guest?”

“She should be here soon. “

“About the money,” she began, and with a smile I pulled five one-hundred- dollar bills from my pocket and handed them to her. “If I’m pleased, I’ll double it,” I said.

We sat on the couch and made pleasant small talk, discussing the beauty of San Diego. I was deeply excited, enjoying the unrolling of my fantasy. Before long the phone from the front desk rang again, and I invited my second guest up.

In a few minutes Kelly and I welcomed a slim young woman, about 25 years old and looking part Asian. Her golden skin was highlighted by all white athletic gear– shorts, a designer t-shirt and running shoes. She carried a brown leather gym bag. Her smile was contagious.

“My name is Chrissy, how you both doing?”

After paying Chrissy, with the same promise of a tip, I poured three glasses of wine. I turned on some music, dimmed the lights, and we lolled on the king-sized bed. I took a minute to explain my wishes; we would remove each other’s clothing by turns, then follow my directions from there. Everyone was free to introduce new ideas, and to improvise, but I had the final say.

I made my first request, and Kelly complied by removing Chrissy’s shoes. Chrissy then turned to me, and laughing a little, removed my shoes and socks. I then turned to Kelly, and slipped off her sandals. Sipping some wine, Kelly continued the game by carefully pulling off Chrissy’s shirt, revealing a white jogging bra. The bright white material contrasted nicely with the girl’s golden-brown skin. Chrissy scooted over to me and drew my polo shirt over my head. My excitement was palpable. Trying to stay calm, I licked my lips and started to pull Kelly’s dress up.

“I’ll stand up for this,” she said, smiling. We both stood, and I undid a few buttons and Antep Bayan Escort pulled her flowered dress up and off. Her body was nice, in light blue bra and panties. Her breasts, obviously natural, were full, and the thin bra did not hide the bumps of her nipples. Kelly then turned to me, undid my belt, and pulled down my Dockers. Here we were, a nice-looking 40-ish blonde, clad in bra and panties, a 20-something Asian girl in running shorts and a jog-bra, and me, a middle-aged guy with an obvious hard-on in his Fruit-Of-The-Looms.

“Okay,” I said, “I’m a little behind here, with only these jockeys on.”

“”Well,” said Kelly, “Let’s you and me get this girl’s pants off!” We slid Chrissy’s shorts down her legs as she lay back, lifting her hips in that oh-so-sexy move that women make when you’re getting their pants off. She had only the bare minimum of a thong on. I started kissing Kelly’s shoulders and she began massaging Chrissy’s breasts through her bra. Soon I was lifting the lovely heft of Kelly’s mature boobs, and the two women began kissing. My sexual temperature was red-lining, and I moved back a little and took some deep breaths to slow myself down. Bras and panties were still on, the girls were kissing and rubbing each other, and my heart was beating hard. This was good.

Suddenly they both turned to me and started caressing and pinching my nipples. I leaned over to kiss Chrissy and her tongue darted into my mouth. I sucked it gently, while Kelly started sucking my nipple.

Coming up for air I managed to say, “Whoa, let’s sit up now.” Both women obediently sat still, and breathing deeply, I removed each of their bras. Butterflies tickled my stomach as their beautiful boobs came into view. The younger woman’s breasts were small and taut, with smallish brown nipples. Kelly’s were much larger and white, with bigger nipples. I sat there with one hand on each of them, lightly pinching and pulling their nipples.

“”Touch each other,” I requested, and their hands joined mine. Someone was soon doing the same to my nipples, and it was a fondle fest.

“Help me, Chrissy,” I said and gently pushed Kelly onto her back. I sucked one tit while Chrissy sucked the other, and Kelly started to make little sighing noises. I watched Chrissy’s mouth closely and imitated her, alternately kissing, sucking gently and biting softly. Kelly began squirming and I put my hand on her mound, rubbing it with firm pressure over her clit, through her panties.

“Chrissy dear,” I breathed, “Take off her panties.” Soon Kelly was completely naked and I moved down to touch and look at her pussy, while Chrissy kept busy moving between her boobs and mouth. The girls were kissing slowly and softly, tongues exploring.

There was a wet spot on the front of my jockeys, and Kelly took time to reach down and pull them off of my cock. I finished sliding them off, then nuzzled her pussy, spreading the folds open with my fingers and licking inside, moving up to push on her clit with my tongue in a slow, regular rhythm. Chrissy was still kissing her, and had started to work her tits a little harder, I looked up across the curve of Kelly’s belly to see the younger woman pulling on her nipples until they stretched a long way. Breathing hard, I sat up long enough to pull off Chrissy’s thong, and brushed my fingertips on her lips and clit. She was shaved, and wet.

I lay back down between Kelly’s legs and returned my attentions to her pussy. I slipped a finger into her, and moved it around, still chasing her clit with my tongue. My cock was throbbing against the bed. I put another finger inside her, and groped for Chrissy’s cunt with my other hand. When I found it, her little moan told me she liked it. Occupied as I was with Kelly, I couldn’t do much to her pussy, but still a feeling of richness overcame me. Here I was, sucking one woman and feeling another, as they kissed and caressed. Soon I felt Kelly’s hand join mine on Chrissy’s pussy, and we both fingered and fondled her. Time seemed to slow down, as we moved and murmured in pleasure.

“Let’s see if we can get her off,” I said to Chrissy.

“I know what she needs,” Chrissy replied. She got up, went to her bag and returned with a curved G-spot vibrator. “Turn over, girl, we’ve got something for you.” Kelly obliged by rolling over onto her stomach. She seemed to relish her role as helpless sex object. We spread her legs and I continued caressing her, kneading her thighs, lower back and shapely butt in appreciative wonder. Chrissy switched on the G-spot wand and gently probed her cunt with it, until she shuddered with pleasure. Kelly put her own hand underneath her, giving her clit what it liked best. When my caressing fingers dragged across her asshole, I could tell she liked the feeling. As Chrissy maneuvered the vibrator, I knelt to tongue Kelly’s tight ass, and her hand moved faster on her own clit. Chrissy must have found the right spot, because her moans and breathing speeded up. After a few delicious minutes, our combined efforts pushed her over the edge into a long, shivering orgasm. I didn’t stop licking her ass, and as her orgasm subsided we melted into soft caresses and suckings.

I was quivering, consciously keeping my cock from touching anything, drops of pre-come oozing out.

“Here’s what I want,” said Chrissy, and she pushed me onto my back and took my cock into her mouth. I concentrated hard on not coming, as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, every once in a while pushing me deeper into her throat for a moment.

“Kelly,” I managed to gasp, “please sit on my face.” Kelly obediently straddled my head, and I tongued her cunt and ass with mounting joy, feeling my own orgasm approaching. I began to thrust hard into Chrissy’s willing mouth, and vibrated like a bell with the pleasure of two women on me. Kelly moved off to get behind Chrissy as she knelt over my cock, and whatever she did pushed the younger woman into a new frenzy of sucking. Abandoning the gentle swirls, she gobbled my cock until I felt the back of her throat opening around me. I couldn’t hold back– bucking hard, I came in Chrissy’s throat, and she swallowed rhythmically, letting me hold her head tight and deep around my throbbing cock.

Kelly had stayed busy on Chrissy’s ass, and I heard the hum of a vibrator. Completely relaxed by my wonderful coming, I lay back, caressed her hair and hanging breasts, fondling and pulling on her nipples the way I’d seen her do to Kelly earlier. She fondled my now soft cock with one hand and caressed her own clit with the other. I raised my head to see Kelly sucking her ass and pussy lips as she rhythmically worked a large vibrating dildo in and out of Chrissy’s cunt, moving it up around her clit every few strokes.

“I’m very oral,” soon murmured Chrissy, “I want to suck pussy when I come.”

We switched places, Kelly giving me the dildo and lying back to spread her legs for Chrissy’s hungry mouth. I worked the device as I’d seen her do, moving it in steady rhythm, sometimes deep into her wet cunt and then moving it around her clitoral area as it buzzed her toward orgasm. Maneuvering to the side as I worked it, I lapped at her open pussy and tried to push my tongue into her ass.

Breathing her pleasure into Kelly’s pussy, her orgasm built steadily into hard spasms. By the time she came, my cock was hard once more. She rolled onto her side and I moved quickly onto Kelly, grabbing her breasts hard and sucking her tongue as I pounded her sopping cunt. She dug her nails into my back and ass, and at long last I shuddered in an earth-shaking orgasm. We three lay there silently, satisfied, and I became aware of the music still playing.

They got their tip.

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This is my first submission, please tell me what you think! I failed to specify before, but this is only the first chapter in the series; there’s more to come.

*

“What the hell, man? Look, I don’t have much, just take it, I don’t want any trouble, all right?” Dylan held out his wallet, slowly turning around to offer it to the mugger behind him, a gun pressed into his lower back.

“Shut the fuck up and I said, don’t turn around,” the other man grunted harshly through his ski mask, jabbing the gun into the boy’s back.

He yelped and dropped his wallet, his breathing faster and faster, terrified that he would die any minute. “Look, man, just take the wallet, I won’t even go to the cops, all right? Just let me go!”

The mugger, in his early thirties, by the sound of his voice, laughed. “Like I care. You can’t see my face anyway.”

Dylan was running out of options. “Please…I’ll do anything…just let me go,” he was breaking down, terrified, unaware of the message his words carried to the mugger. He knew he shouldn’t have taken the shortcut home. He knew he shouldn’t have gone to a city college. He knew he should’ve stayed in his dorm, rather than venturing out at three AM because he wanted a soda from the 24-hour drug store down the street. Now he was stuck in some shady alley behind buildings, his face pressed into the brick wall, where people would never hear him shout from the main street where there were still random pedestrians and taxis about.

“Anything?” The man’s right hand suddenly snaked down around to the boy’s inner thigh, rubbing up and down, each time getting closer and closer to Dylan’s crotch. His left hand still pressed the gun firmly into the boy’s back. Dylan’s breath caught in his throat. Shit.

“I—”

The mugger’s hand suddenly grabbed onto Dylan’s crotch, rubbing harshly, greedily, eager fingers rotating over the boy’s package through his jeans.

“Stop—!”

“Shut the fuck up,” the mugger breathed into his ear, cocking the gun audibly. Dylan shut up. The mugger deftly undid the college boy’s pants, the jeans dropping down around his ankles. Dylan shivered in the autumn night air, but he didn’t protest. He’d Bayan Escort Gaziantep rather freeze than have his brains dripping all over the sidewalk, but he was still terrified, breathing in short gasps.

The mugger’s open palm started moving roughly up and down the entire length of the teen’s slowly-growing erection. Dylan was horrified—what the hell? He didn’t want this! “Yeah, you like that, you little bitch?” the mugger chuckled darkly as the plaid boxers tented. The older man’s hand slipped into the confines of the underwear, pulling Dylan’s now-hard six-inch cock into open air, and wrapped his fingers along the shaft, jerking up and down.

A strangled moan forced its way past Dylan’s lips, his eyes starting to glaze over. “You slut,” the mugger grunted, grinding his own cock into Dylan’s ass from behind. “You actually like it, don’t you? Don’t you, you whore?”

The derogatory language, which normally would have fired Dylan’s temper up immediately, instead oddly aroused him. Another moan tore out. The mugger’s hand flew faster down the boy’s cock until Dylan practically couldn’t take it anymore. “No—cumming—” he whimpered. He exploded into orgasm, his moans louder and whorish than before, echoing in the empty alley. Slowly, it subsided and Dylan slumped (as best he could, anyway, given that he was still shoved against a brick wall), ashamed of what had just happened.

“We’re not done yet, fucker,” the mugger smirked, backing Dylan up a bit and shoving him forward, making him bend at the waist.

“No—wait—stop, please!”

The mugger didn’t listen. Rather, he bent forward and licked slowly and provocatively up and down the college boy’s virgin asshole. The boy’s flaccid cock began to harden again, against his wishes. The gun now pressed firmly into the back of Dylan’s head, and the boy didn’t dare make a move to try to break away. Suddenly, without warning, he heard the rustling of fabric and then a split second later, he felt himself being rammed in from behind.

“Shit,” Dylan whimpered. It hurt. He couldn’t see the man’s cock, but from what he was feeling, it must’ve been the size and length of a baseball bat or something. “Please, stop! Please!” Tears streamed down his face from the pain of being penetrated so violently.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” the mugger groaned, ignoring him. He pulled back. Dylan was ecstatic. Was it over? Was it finally over? Two seconds later, his hopes were dashed again as the mugger slammed into his ass over and over, grunting and groaning occasional “Fuck yeahs.” The mugger’s right hand hadn’t left Dylan’s cock and as he pounded into him from behind, his hand worked up and down the college boy’s rod, bringing it to full length again.

“You whore, look at you, you want this,” the mugger laughed.

“No—please—stop—I don’t—” Dylan protested weakly as the first beads of precum dripped down his length.

“Oh yeah? Your body’s saying something completely different, you cock slut,” the man said, still pounding full-force into the boy. “I bet you—” He stopped suddenly, dick buried deep into Dylan’s ass, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as his orgasm hit him hard, his load shooting into the poor boy’s ass.

Dylan was terrified. He could feel himself being filled with the semen—it was disgusting, and yet oddly erotic. The mugger’s hand squeezed around his dick and he screamed, hitting his second orgasm, his own jizz shooting all over the brick wall in front of him.

“Fuck, that was good,” the mugger laughed into Dylan’s ear. The boy wanted to cry. He was straight and yet he had just been fucked in the ass. “Well then,” the man continued, stepping back from Dylan, who collapsed onto the ground, “I’m done with you.”

“I—what?”

“‘Bye now,” were the last words he heard before a shot rang out.

*

“Mr. Shale, do you care to tell me why you’ve been dozing off in my class every day?”

Dylan jerked awake, looking around him with wide eyes. He was in class! It had been a dream! He laughed quietly to himself for thinking his dream could’ve been reality, before he shut up, realizing the whole class was staring at him. He must’ve been talking in his sleep. He reddened slightly at the thought of what he could’ve said.

A girl in the row in front of him whispered something to her neighbor and they both turned around and giggled at him. What the hell was their problem? He looked down and realized he had a bit of wood. Well that was just great.

“Mr. Shale, I asked you a question.”

Dylan turned his coal-black eyes back to his middle-aged teacher. “I, uh, would answer, that, you see, but the bell is ringing…now.”

On cue, the bell rang, dismissing the students in the English Lit class. Every student in the room bolted up and dashed out of the room, belongings having been packed ages ago in preparation for when they would all escape Professor Wright’s English Lit clutches. The middle-aged rotund man with a balding head had quite the reputation of being the worst teacher on campus, and more often than not, people skipped his classes rather than have to deal with two hours of his monotonous voice. Dylan had attended today, though, because he was in danger of failing the course.

“Mr. Shale, please see me in my office.”

“Fuck,” the raven-haired boy cursed under his breath. This was his last class of the day and he wanted nothing more to go back to his dorm and play a few video games or something with his roommate. The boy got up and followed his professor into his office just outside of the lecture hall.

“Sit down, Mr. Shale.” The professor waited until the boy had done so. “As you’re well aware, there’s going to be a test next week.”

…There was? Dylan nodded quickly, trying to cover up his surprise. Professor Wright wasn’t fooled though. “I announced it weeks ago—it’s going to be covering two months’ worth of what I’ve been teaching you. You will need to pass this test if you don’t want to fail my course. If you fail this course, you know very well what will happen to you.”

“I’d be kicked out,” Dylan said carelessly. No sweat, he’d just go and cram for the rest of the week, live off of energy drinks, and he’d do just fine. That’s how he passed every other test in his other classes. He could be passing this class too, but he had thought this class wasn’t worth it and hadn’t bothered trying his study method for this class. Change of plans now, I guess, he shrugged to himself.

“That’s correct. Mr. Shale, I don’t offer extra credit in this course. I sincerely hope you do well.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dylan nodded, getting up. “Can I go now?”

The professor sighed. “Yes.”

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Note: both the characters in this story are over 18 years old.

*****

June 18th, 1994

“I’m nervous as hell,” Jed said. Jasmine could swear the geeky and scrawny black teen boy with short hair was shivering, and it was not just because he had gotten undressed.

The black teen girl with brown eyes, long, curly, dark brown hair on pigtails and a pear-shaped athletic body sat by the edge of the bed of her room, likewise undressed. The two were in Jasmine’s parents’ bedroom, the only place in the house with a proper stereo set and Jasmine’s father’s classical music collection, one CD of which was now quietly playing on the background.

“Don’t worry, Jed,” Jasmine said. “I’m kinda nervous too, though I’m so sure nothing bad will happen.”

“Are you sure your parents won’t crash us?”

“They called three hours ago from the hotel. It’d still take a whole day for them to drive back.”

“And, um…” Jed pointed at the bed.

“My mum told me it’s my turn to do laundry, especially if I’m keeping the house while they’re on the holiday. Will wash our bedsheets tomorrow.”

“Okay! Look, Jasmine, this might be a bad time to mention this, but, um…”

“What is it?”

Jed groaned. “I, um, I couldn’t go to the store. I chickened out.”

“Okay,” Jasmine said. “I understand.”

“I mean, I know nobody cares, but what if my parents find out?”

Jasmine smiled. “I have a condom in my wallet, but–“

“Don’t bother,” Jed said. “It’s probably ruined. You’re not supposed to keep them there.”

“Well, we can always just, you know… not use a condom,” Jasmine said. “I’m on pill. Nobody knows about that.”

Jasmine hoped her general nervousness – and the nervousness of both of them – would mask her most troubling source of nervousness: just straight up lying. Because if she actually was on pill, her parents would totally find about that, too, much more likely than Jed’s parents finding out he’d been buying condoms.

“You’re really horny then,” Max said with a laugh.

“Yep. Aren’t you?” Jasmine said and smiled.

Over the past month, Jasmine must had spent a few full days total in the library, reading books about fertility. She was fairly sure this was the perfect time not to get pregnant from unprotected sex.

“Right,” Jed said. “I swear I’m a virgin, in case it’s not obvious. Would be pretty weird to catch any diseases from me.”

“I trust you, didn’t I tell you?” Jasmine said and smiled. “And I’m totally a virgin too. And my mum will never find my dildo.”

Right, Jasmine thought. The vibrator. The one that she had put a condom on for longest time because she was afraid of where it might have been, despite it being brand new when she got it. But if she had managed to stop doing that, maybe…

“Right. So just so we’re clear, you’re REALLY sure you want me to go bareback?”

Jasmine didn’t know what was more jarring: The fact that Jed was obviously stalling, or that this was a really, really damn big question.

“I’m SO sure I want you in me totally bare, Jed.”

… ~~~ …

It had all changed a month earlier. She had told his father that she was going to use the computer late in the night to do her homework. Her father had a fast modem, but she had still needed a whole hour to download the video file off the Internet. With no previews around, it was always a surprise what was in the video files.

And she had watched an amateur sex video in all of its matchbox-sized glory. The sound quality was terrible, but she didn’t need Bayan Escort Gaziantep much to tell that the woman was genuinely enjoying it, and it turned her on. But most of all, she was very conflicted about the ending: After the climax, without advance warning, the man pulled out, and Jasmine saw all the sperm seeping out of her. She was a bit disgusted by that display… but at the same time there was a tiny, nagging idea in her head: The woman in the video could enjoy that, and so could she. Somehow.

And the next day, Jasmine went out to see her good friend Cassandra, whom she knew had been dating one of Jed’s friends for a while. After a bit, they got around to talk about sex. Jasmine asked if they had had sex without condom.

“Oh yeah,” Cassandra had said.

“Is it really better than with condom?” Jasmine had asked.

“Dunno if it feels better. But it’s about hundred times more thrilling.”

… ~~~ …

And so the time for stalling was over, and Jasmine was sure this would get a lot more thrilling.

“Don’t be nervous,” Jasmine said. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Well, you seem nervous too.”

“You know what will make us less nervous? Telling each other how beautiful we are. I totally like skinny guys. Muscles kind of turn me off. And…” Jasmine looked at Jed’s thick, erect cock. “You’re a pretty big boy, too.”

“Oh, I love sporty girls. Even if you’re just into running. Your legs are gorgeous and… your boobs are just amazing. You ever have problems with sports with a rack that big?”

“Not really, no. Feeling… less worried?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I’m totally feeling we should do this,” Jasmine said and spread her legs. “Go ahead.”

Jed scampered between her legs, and with only a little bit of hesitation, put his cock in Jasmine’s vagina. He slid in her with little difficulty.

Jasmine gasped. Oh my God, it’s happening…

“Mmmh, this feels awesome. You’re so tight and comfortable. Am I hurting you?”

“No,” Jasmine said. “Hate to say it, but my dildo is bigger than you are. Because that’s how they make them.”

And I’m just somehow able to joke about this, Jasmine thought. Even though there’s a cock in me and he could cum in me any second.

But Jasmine forgot her worries for a while as Jed leaned over her and kissed her, and she just closed her eyes and kissed back as his hands fondled her breasts and she brushed his back. She trembled throughout and her breath raced, and for the first time she paid attention to the fact that her heart pounded like mad.

Jed propped himself on his arms and started to make love to her, and Jasmine tried her best to counter his moves with her hips. She relaxed, her head dropped back.

Well, she thought, the worst is over. It’s going to happen.

“Hnnh… hnnh… hnnh…”

Jed is making such cute noises, Jasmine thought.

Oh. Jasmine was so certain that this was the day she would not get pregnant – she checked and double-checked and…

Oh God, Jasmine thought, this was thrilling–

“NNNNNNnhhh!”

Oh God, Jasmine thought. He’s so HARD as he shoots his load in me. Ooh, that’s a good throb…

Oh my fucking God, he ACTUALLY came in me, Jasmine thought.

And I wasn’t even worried because I just knew he’d come really quickly, Jasmine thought. I knew. I was prepared and rational and everything went as planned.

Jed pulled out of her rather hastily, the third big jet of hot semen landing on Jasmine’s lower stomach, the fourth, a bit smaller one, on the bedsheets.

And it doesn’t feel bad, Jasmine thought. It’s not even that gross. I… okay, it’s a bit gross, but…

…I think I don’t mind, Jasmine thought. It’s just a thing I was worried about for nothing. I guess that can happen.

“I– I’m sorry,” Jed said. “I just– I tend to cum in, like, seconds every night the first time I wank.”

“No prob, Jed,” Jasmine said. “Let’s just do it again. Can you do it again?”

“Sure!” Jed said, without a single shred of hesitation.

“That’s a lot of cum,” Jasmine said with a giggle. “Thank God tomorrow’s the laundry day.”

She sat up to give Jed some proper tongue kisses as he tried to work up another erection.

“Was the first time interesting?” Jed asked.

“Sure,” Jasmine said. “You felt damn good in me.”

“Did you… orgasm?”

Jasmine giggled. “Didn’t really have time.”

Jed chuckled. “Guess so!”

It was weird, Jasmine idly thought, that here I am doing all these sex things and I know all these things about sex… but I guess that no matter how you cut it, sex is the only job everyone’s born to do.

Jasmine relaxed and could only smile to Jed as he brought himself another erection. She propped herself on her elbows and Jed knelt between her legs, taking a grip on her strong legs.

Jasmine moaned a little bit as Jed entered her again, his cum-glistening cock slipping really easily in her moistness. Oh my God, she thought, it’s really gross that he’s just putting his cock in me while there’s still cum there. But on the other hand, it’s not that gross. I don’t know. I just don’t know.

Jed slowly increased his speed, every thrust of his slamming on Jasmine and making her ample breasts jiggle, his thick cock lingering deep in her for split seconds in each thrust.

Jasmine’s pleasure was building fast, and she was soon breathing heavily.

Oh my God, Jasmine thought. He’s made me a woman. It’s not that he’s doing this to me, but that I decided to do this. That WE decided to do this. He’s banging me because he thought I’m the cutest girl in the class. He’s banging me because I decided he’s the cutest guy in the class.

“AAAAH!” Jed screamed. “Oh god…”

“Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhh!” Jasmine couldn’t help but start moaning.

Jed picked up more speed, panting like a madman as he pounded Jasmine hard.

“Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhh!” Jasmine moaned.

“Gaaaaaah!” Jed finally screamed.

Jasmine enjoyed the sensation of Jed’s cock twitching inside her again. Much to her surprise, she was happy imagining Jed’s cum shooting deep in her, so deep in her, probably to never meet an egg and most of it to flow away to the bedsheets.

I’m SO not getting pregnant, Jasmine thought. I’m sure of that. Here’s Jed, His cock feels so good in me. And he enjoyed putting his cock in me so much that he just shot loads and loads of cum in me, so deep in me…

And I enjoyed it, Jasmine thought. He made me moan.

I’m like the girl in the video, Jasmine thought. I’m enjoying this. I’m enjoying a bare cock inside me and being banged and I’m enjoying this wet spot on bed and cum dripping out of my vag afterwards. I really was worried for no reason.

“God, I was so damn stiff in you,” Jed said. “When I finally cummed, it was really awesome. Like a bit painful, but it also felt damn great. Did you orgasm this time?”

“No, but I gotta say I was THAT close,” Jasmine said.

Jasmine was glad that Jed didn’t need to even ask if the third time was necessary. He was already wanking himself, getting stiff again while Jasmine got relaxed again.

She lay back, closed her eyes and breathed calmly, finally feeling Jed bend over her and putting his cock in her again, his pleasantly stiff thick cock easily slipping in her wet, tight, sperm-filled vagina.

It was time for her to say final goodbyes to her fears. This had worked just fine so far.

Jed thrust deep in her with swift strokes, as swift as Jasmine imagined a man whose balls were almost drained was doing, working hard to bring himself to another orgasm. She kept going, rolling her hips to his rhythm, letting him thrust his stiff, pleasant, thick cock all the way with each stroke.

Jasmine felt Jed was definitely taking longer than before, but her own pleasure was growing just as nicely.

“Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!” Jasmine couldn’t help but to start moaning almost right away, praying Jed kept the pace.

Her pleasure coursed around, now even more freely, and electricity built up in her much more sharply than before. And then she gasped hard and let out a loud, content moan as the orgasm hit her.

“…Oh my GOD! Oooh! Ohhh Jed!”

The orgasm was deeper and fuller than anything she had ever managed to bring herself. Her vagina twitched with the massive shock of pleasure, her lower body almost paralysed by the bliss, her legs feeling like they were simultaneously turning to putty or steel, twitches running to her legs and across her back.

“Oooohhhh! Oooohhhh Oooooohhh!”

“Nnhf! Nnnfh! Nnfffh!”

Minutes went by as Jed pounded her as fast as he could, with Jasmine still eager to move along despite her body being on fire.

“Nnnf… nnfff… NNNNNNfff – oh God!”

As Jed rammed his cock deep in her for the last time, Jasmine gasped and let out a quiet moan of pleasure as she felt the thick cock soften and go taut again in her over and over, making her quietly moan to the rhythm of his orgasm.

It was her femininity at work. Here was a man who found her desirable and beautiful, and as a testament of that, he filled her with all that he had in his ball-sack. She was beautiful, she was mother material.

Whether she was actually going to make a baby was not the point, the point was that there was another person here whom she had trusted to really tug her deepest strings. She had had a fear of something, and she had managed to let someone close to her to do the scary thing she was not supposed to be scared of. And now, she could enjoy that thing like a normal person, and that would be just as thrilling and deep. And all this felt like it should be, and all that felt wonderful.

The two stayed kissing and embracing each other for a while, saying nothing, until Jed finally got up and withdrew himself from her.

“God,” Jed said. “I think this will be enough for me, I’m totally exhausted.”

Jasmine could only think of the wet spot under her that got a bit wetter as she closed her legs and a tiny squirt of semen flowed out of her vagina.

“This was a really nice night, Jed. Thank you so much.”

“Thank you so much too, Jasmine.”

“See you next weekend, I hope?” Jed said as he got up and scampered to the chair with his clothes.

“See you next weekend.”

Jasmine was sad that Jed would not be staying the night, or come over every day for all she cared. And she was sure Jed would think the same.

There was, of course, one really big thought that also came to her head.

I’m SO NEVER going to have sex with a condom on, she thought. And I’m going to have sex and I’ll moan my pleasure loud and proud and I’ll enjoy my total womanhood when he shoots his cum in me. And all that’s going to be awesome.

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Chapter I

The Costume Shop

Claire was bored. After 16 years in a relatively benign marriage, she wanted something new in her sex life. It presented itself as a formal invitation delivered by special courier.

MASQUERADE

1874 1710 Sequoia Lane

1:00 p.m.

*Costume Required*

This was no unanticipated event. Claire had answered a query on one of the websites catering to women’s sexual fantasies.

Trembling with doubt and anticipation, she tucked the invitation inside her purse. She had been informed through correspondence with the sponsor that the party would last for four hours. She would have just enough time to make it back before her husband arrived home from work.

As Claire backed out of the garage, she heard the pitter pat of rain falling on the metal roof of the car. It was a summer shower with a warm breeze freshening the fragrances of gardenia and freesia. Claire was at that age when her romantic sense was heightened and her sexual furnace burned hot. Undercurrents of eroticism often carried her away helplessly in a relentless sea of daydreams, but as Claire drove toward her destination she knew this was no dream.

Claire found a parking space right in front of the costume shop.

She opened the car door and ran hurriedly through the rain into the store. None-the-less, her short trip had left her with wet, stringy hair and a somewhat disheveled look.

She was greeted by a very attractive woman, presumably the owner.

“It’s really coming down out there.”

“Sure is. I’m sorry to be tracking all this water into your store.”

“Don’t worry about it,” the woman said warmly. “Let me get you a towel to dry your hair.”

As the woman disappeared behind a doorway, Claire couldn’t help but notice her long blond hair trailing down her slender back almost to her waist. She wore a pull-over knit dress which accentuated every supple curve of her body. Claire smiled thinking how nice it was that this 20 something was able to use her age and figure to her advantage.

The attractive young woman emerged from the back room and walked over to Claire, handing her the towel.

“Here you go” she said, smiling. Her soft, sexy eyes made contact with Claire’s.

“My name is Erin and I’m the owner of this shop. How may I help you?”

Claire had been drawn in by Erin’s inviting eye contact, and she felt Antep Bayan Escort herself warmly attracted to her.

After what seemed like a long intimate exchange of silence Claire stammered, “I… um… uh… I’m… I’m Claire and I called ahead to reserve a costume for a masquerade this afternoon.”

As if not to even notice Claire’s embarrassment, Erin smiled and said, “I think I have just the dress you’re looking for. If you will just step into the dressing room, I’ll bring it to you.”

Erin ushered Claire into a dressing room at the back of the shop,and instructed her to disrobe. Inside the room, Claire was not able to see Erin place the “Closed” sign in the window, nor did she hear the turning of the lock in the front door.

Claire removed her raincoat and hung it on a hanger. As she reached around to her back to unzip her dress, her breasts were pushed outward and Claire liked what she saw. She removed her dress and tossed it on the dressing room bench. Claire admired her mirrored reflection, her tight, firm body. For a woman in her early 40’s she was in very good physical shape. She ran her hands over her perfectly shaped breasts, closing her eyes briefly as she teasingly pinched her nipples through her bra.

In the doorway, Erin silently observed Claire and liked what she saw.

“I… thought you might like this lace bodice dress. It represents the eighteenth century French peasant style.”

Claire was a bit embarrassed to have been caught touching herself.

“You have the perfect figure for this dress.”

Erin reached around Claire who was still standing facing the mirror and held the dress in front of her.

“Your breasts are beautiful and full. This dress will look very seductive on you.”

As Claire admired the dress, Erin’s hands rested on her shoulders. Claire thought how soft and warm they felt. Although she had never been with a woman, Claire often had masturbatory fantasies about lesbian encounters. She most definitely was curious.

Sensing Claire’s secret need, Erin let the costume fall to the floor and began to slowly move her hands downward toward Claire’s breasts, finally cupping them in her hands. There was no resistance as Mandy’s head fell back on Erin’s shoulder.

“Mmmmmm… Erin… your hands feel so good. Don’t stop.”

Emboldened by the request, Erin unhooked Claire’s bra and let it fall to the floor.

Claire couldn’t believe she was doing this with another woman. It was different. It was sensual. As Erin pinched and rolled Claire’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger, little electric currents ran from her breasts to her clit. Claire was on fire.

Claire’s hand now found its way between her tummy and the elastic of her black lace panties. With her eyes closed and her breasts being massaged, Claire began to slowly move her finger over her clit. She was wet with desire, her juices hot from her internal fire.

At this point, Erin gently turned Claire around to face her. It was also at this time that Claire realized Erin was still in her dress.

Without a word, Erin seductively lowered the shoulders of her dress and let it fall around her waist. Then, not missing a beat, she unfastened her bra and let it fall.

Claire trembled at the sight of the beautiful young woman before her. Erin’s alabaster skin was flawless, her body tight and well-proportioned.

Sensing this was Claire’s first time to be with a woman, Erin took the lead.

“I want to feel your body against me Claire. I want to feel your flesh on mine.” Erin’s tone was serious as she reinforced Claire’s desire.

The two women gazed into each other’s eyes, their souls filled with desire. Not able to ignore the need any longer, Erin and Claire wrapped their arms around each other in a passionate embrace… the soft, flesh of breasts met and pressed together… lips briefly touched before their mouths opened and tongues playfully rolled and darted about.

Erin lowered her mouth to Claire’s exposed breasts. A little bite with her teeth and a soothing kiss with her lips… a good hard suck and then a flick with her tongue.

“Ohhhhh… yes Erin, your mouth feels so good.”

Claire moaned at the experienced movements of Erin’s mouth upon her nipples.

Claire’s passion was obvious. Erin’s passion was growing. She so wanted to make Claire’s first time a pleasurable one. Slowly, Erin moved downward, trailing little butterfly kisses from Claire’s breasts to her quivering tummy.

Claire’s hands tenderly embraced the sides of Erin’s head, her legs weakened and she fell back against the mirror.

“Oh my god Erin, I can’t believe this is happening. I want you so bad.”

Erin needed no encouragement as her tongue began licking the sweet nectar of Claire’s hot, shaved pussy.

Claire pulled Erin’s head and mouth tightly into her wet mound, smothering her slightly while covering most of Erin’s face with her juices.

With her tongue, Erin began a tender flicking assault on Claire’s love button. With expert movements, she alternated between little butterfly flicks and tender sucks. Circling… sucking… flicking… Claire’s pussy lips and clit were completely engorged now and her excitement was rapidly reaching the point of no return. She was only half conscious of her surroundings… entirely lost in sensual delight. Claire’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her breathing quickened.

Erin knew that what she was about to do next would likely push Claire over the edge. Slowly, deliberately, Erin entered Claire’s throbbing pussy with her middle finger. “Mmmmmm… you must make your husband very happy with this tight hole.”

“Ahhhhh…” Claire couldn’t speak.

Removing her finger just part of the way, Erin now added a second and then a third finger to Claire’s vagina. She could feel the pulsations of Claire’s wet pussy walls.

“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me… suck me.”

Claire’s hips were moving involuntarily now as she grasped Erin’s head even tighter. Erin fucked Claire with her fingers faster and faster making sure she slid across the sensitive area of her g-spot. She had Claire’s fully engorged clit in her mouth and she knew it would not be long until Claire experienced her first orgasm with a woman.

Claire’s heart was pounding outside her chest now… her breath rapid and short. Her hips bucked wildly into Erin’s face.

“Oh my god… don’t stop… fuck… don’t stop… oh yeah… yeah… I’m fucking cumming… now… ohhhhhhh…

Claire’s legs buckled, her orgasm was intense. With abandon, she pressed her soft pussy flesh into Erin and exploded her hot, wet juices all over her face.

Erin let go of her loving connection and Claire slumped to the floor.

It took a while for Claire to recover, but when she finally did she looked at Erin and said, “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you Claire. You’re a very sexy, exciting woman.”

With a slight look of consternation on her face, Claire queried, “What about you? I really want to make you feel good, too.”

“No worries, Claire. Let’s just say I look forward to the time you return the costume.”

“Oh, the costume… the party… I almost forgot.”

Claire hurriedly put on the peasant dress, laced up the bodice, looked longingly and lovingly at Erin, and left the shop.

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Kim’s parents hadn’t made it to the wedding. They had moved to New Zealand 2 years ago but they were going to meet up with Kim on her honeymoon in the Maldives.

Richard had informed Martin as he drove his cock into his son’s new wife on his wedding night that by good chance he was going to be on business in the Maldives and so he and his business assistant Sally would join the married couple for the full 3 weeks. Kim shuddered to another orgasm as she heard that her new father in law would be going on the honeymoon with them.

The first 10 days of the honeymoon had seen Sally and Kim competing for time in Richard’s bed but most of the time Richard ended up enjoying threesomes with them whilst his son occupied himself alone in the spare bedroom.

Sally loved to tease Martin by giving him details of their sex sessions whilst rubbing sun cream over her amazing long tanned legs and starring at him with her deep brown sexy eyes. One day she came out of the bedroom to explain to Martin that:

“Richard is in there giving Kim a long deep screw before her parents arrive. He has just cum all over my face but then Kim stuck it down her throat so she swallowed half of it – lucky girl. Can you see any of your father’s cum in my hair Martin? I want to look my best when Kim’s parents arrive.”

Before he could answer there was a knock on the door and Sally was skipping away to answer it. Sally came back and introduced Kim’s parents to Martin. He could immediately see where Kim had inherited her looks and body from.

“Hi my name’s Mel and you must be my son in law. Lovely to meet you” she said hugging him closely.

As she held herself against him he could feel her large firm tits crushing and pressing against his chest under her tight white t shirt. He didn’t know how old she was but she certainly knew how to make a man’s dick hard. With the same dark hair and eyes as his wife and tanned olive skin he could feel himself getting aroused. So could she. She pressed her hips almost imperceptibly forward to feel her son in law’s cock throbbing against her skin tight jeans.

“Let me introduce David, my husband” she said.

Martin realised that he had hardly noticed this man, mainly because he was in a wheelchair.

“Hi Martin, welcome to our family. Sorry we couldn’t make the wedding. It is my blasted condition, it stops me travelling at times. Now where is my daughter.”

At that moment Kim came into the room in a bikini which left nothing to the imagination. Richard followed her into the room.

After polite introductions involving Richard it was Sally who suggested going out to a restaurant. Half way through the meal Mel suddenly asked Richard: “Why are you here on your son’s honeymoon Richard. Kim has told me a lot about you but most couples want some time alone.”

As Richard started to answer he felt a foot sliding up his inner thigh and into his groin. Mel smiled innocently Antep Escort Bayan at him from the other side of the table.

“Well, when Kim heard I was in the area she insisted I stay with them.”

“Otherwise you would just have stayed with Sally – hard life” said Mel smiling more suggestively at Sally.

“What to you do David?” asked Martin who was anxious to change the subject as he felt humiliated by his father’s presence on his honeymoon.

“Well I…” started David before he was interrupted by his wife.

“David has a wasting disease which is controlled by medication. It is so sad but you battle on, don’t you dear.” As she spoke her foot explored the huge pole that had grown in Richard’s trousers.

“I am more than just a condition darling” said Richard. “I was director of a multi million pound business before I was forced to retire.

“Yes that is what you were David. Kim and I never saw you from week to week but we had fun didn’t we Kim.”

Kim smiled and remembered the various threesomes she had experienced with her mum as they gave some of her father’s work colleagues and Kim’s teachers at college fucks they would never forget.

As they returned to the department Mel suggested that the younger ones head down to the beach for an hour. Martin was reluctant to leave Mel as his dick had yet to soften since her earlier hug but he was lured away by Sally and Kim.

“I need to make a call before we settle down for a drink” said Richard. “The phone is upstairs so if you will both excuse me for 15 minutes.”

“I need a shower” said Mel.

“Oh well I will show you where it is upstairs” replied Richard. “I hope you will be ok down here David.”

“He has had his medication so he will be fine” said Mel.

David looked annoyed but was too sheepish to reply to his wife.

“Lets go upstairs then Richard. See you soon darling”.

She walked up a few steps with Richard following her, making sure he had a good view of her tight arse in her even tighter jeans. David wheeled himself over to the bar to make a drink and thought he heard his wife say something about Kim.

She had turned to Richard half way up the stairs and said:

“I know you fuck Kim with that huge monster I felt with my foot earlier. She says poor Martin is redundant, he certainly felt frustrated but small when I hugged him earlier. Don’t worry, David won’t hear anything. His hearing is almost as bad as his legs. I’ve travelled a long way for your cock, now give it too me.”

If David had wheeled his chair to the foot of the stairs he would have seen quite a sight. His gorgeous wife was peeling her t-shirt over her tits and over her head and through her long wavy dark hair. She looked at Richard from 3 steps above him and pressed her tits together in her black wonderbra. Her huge cleavage spilled out at Richard and she licked her lips as her eyes moved down to study the cock which was throbbing in Richard’s trousers.

“David isn’t good enough for me, are you?” she said smiling wickedly. Richard eased his huge 15 inch cock out of his trousers and even the ever confident Mel looked shocked.

“Kim and I have a golden rule which her husband fails to meet” she said. “Ten inches minimum. This thing is huge. Can she take it all?”

“Yes, can you” he said pushing it between her pouty lips. He then called mockingly to the man he knew would not hear him. “David, I am going to fuck your gorgeous wife even harder than I fuck your daughter. I hope you don’t mind.”

She came up for air and wagged a finger at him: “Naughty boy. David” she called even louder.

“Yes” he replied.

“Richard has his huge cock between my tits and he is about to fuck me in a way you never could” she said slightly less loudly. He couldn’t hear her and they both heard him wheeling towards the stairs. They both walked 2 yards round the corner of the stairs so that they could not be seen from the foot of the stairs.

He called up: “What was that Melanie.”

“Richard has invited us to stay here tonight. You can sleep on the fold down couch down there. Richard has said there is somewhere for me to spend the night up here” she said wanking his cock through her deep smooth cleavage.

“Ok honey. Have you had your shower yet?”

Mel turned and stepped round the corner to face her husband down the stairs. She bent forward and her poor husband had the amazing sight of his wife’s bulging cleavage pressing firmly out of her wonderbra as he stared at her gorgeous flat tanned stomach and tousled dark hair.

“Richard has invited us to stay with him in England. Shall we go?”

“No and cover yourself up Melanie for God’s sake. We are not alone.”

She giggled and turned to Richard “David said we would love to come, how can I thank you.” She pressed her elbows against the outside of her firm tits and they rose yet further together forming an even deeper cleavage for Richard to feast his eyes on.

“See you shortly honey” she said to her husband as she stepped out of view and took Richard’s throbbing cock between her hands and fed it back into her hot mouth.

David was worried, uneasy and angry. He called up but there was no answer.

His wife was having her head and tits fucked as never before. Richard had all 15 inches ramming down her throat. She, like her daughter, had the amazing ability to take this huge thing deep into her mouth and to keep sliding it down. “You look so amazing” he gasped. You are as pretty as your daughter and your body is just as hot” he gasped. “I can’t believe it but your tits feel even bigger than hers.”

“I am looking forward to finding out if what Kim said about your cum is true.”

“What did she say” he gasped as it throbbed in her hands as she worked her hands down to his big balls.

“That it is endless and that you could hit that wall 15 feet away as you cum so hard.”

“A big build up. You must have thought that she was exaggerating.”

“Until I felt the power of this weapon in my hands, yes. Now I know why she is obsessed. I presume Sally is too.”

She slid his cock across her face and chewed softly on his huge balls as the cock head slid into her soft hair.

“Martin went out with Sally briefly but let us just say he didn’t measure up.”

“I am going to let your son cum all over me so that Kim can tape it and accuse him of cheating on her. Quite funny huh.”

“Funny that you expect him to cover you. This is how to cover you in cum..”

His dick widened just as the front door opened and Sally walked in.

“Hi David, I left the married couple together.” She noticed he was staring at her legs.

“Richard upstairs?”

He nodded.

“With your wife I guess” she said walking up the stairs.

The site which met her was even hotter than she was expecting.

Mel’s face was plastered in cum, his cock was sliding through a deep river of cum between her amazing tanned tits and cum was dripping out of her hair onto her smooth shoulders and down her back. He was clearly in the process of cumming down her throat.

Mel pulled her mouth of the spewing cock.

“Sally, isn’t he incredible. I have a test for him. Go and stand against that wall.”

Sally looked curious and strolled past them to the far wall.

“Let’s see what you can do then stud. I have given you an incentive to reach the wall, a pretty incentive.”

“But I have just cum all over you for a minute.”

“I thought it was an endless supply Richard.”

She started wanking him hard. He tried to hold the cum in his balls so that it would fire out under pressure. Sally smiled at him with her sultry dark brown eyes.

He released a 5 second stream of cum that shot into the air but puddled a foot short of Sally. Mel was amazed at the ejaculation but pretended to be disappointed.

“Fell short huh wimp?”

“Suck my balls and tell me how far your husband could reach.”

Mel laughed and called down to her husband:

“How far can you cum honey?”

“What was that, what is going on up there” he shouted. “I just can’t come up there.”

“From the horses mouth Richard, he can’t cum” said Mel as she wanked his cock and wrapped her mouth over his nuts and sucked.

Richard groaned and felt his balls churning.

“Open your mouth Sally” he said.

He released his load, despite having covered Mel in buckets of cum he still shot thick cum over the room and it landed on Sally’s tanned stomach.

“Suck harder” he shouted.

“What” replied David from downstairs.

“I feel sorry for you David” he called as David’s wife worshipped his balls and cum flew across the room and splattered Sally across her face and flew into her hair and hit the wall above her head.

“I am looking forward to tonight girls” he said.

“So am I” giggled Mel.

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* Before anyone comments, Yes, this part does have many similarities to one of my other stories but I loved the idea so much, I wanted to bring a little of that to Dani’s life, and maybe expand it a little. I hope you enjoy.

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Dear Journal,

Things have fallen into quite a nice rhythm for me lately. School’s going well, my grades are staying high and my folks are proud of me. We went out for a special dinner last week to celebrate my report card. We bumped into Tommy, Becca and Mr Roberts while we were there, and I went back to Tommy’s for a sleepover when we were finished. It was nice.

Tommy’s been great since he found out that I’m into helping guys. He’s really accepted it and got behind me all the way. He has been happy for me to practice on him several times a week, I was going to ask him anyway, but before I had the chance to, he offered. He really is the best friend a guy could have. Although I’ve still not managed to take more than about three-quarters of his cock, he really is big, he normally helps by pushing me down on the last few inches, but I’m getting there.

I was starting to feel very guilty though. With Tommy helping me practice, I’ve been able to stay over at his place most Friday nights, and some Saturday’s too. That isn’t a problem, but Tommy has either soccer practice or a game every Saturday and Sunday, which leaves me in the house, alone, with Mr Roberts. Of course, this is a great opportunity to help him, and it’s almost become a regular thing. I’m glad I get to do it, I am, helping makes me happy and Mr Roberts seems to need it more and more each week, but does it make me a bad person? Using Tommy like this just seems wrong somehow. It was starting to get me down. I couldn’t concentrate in class and my professors were beginning to ask questions, so, I sought advice from the one place I knew could help.

My family church is a busy place, and I didn’t want my parents hearing that I’d been visiting the confessional, so I had to be clever about when I went. I couldn’t do it on a Sunday, and most days during the week I was in class. Then, one morning, while taking a shortcut to school, I saw a lot of activity at the rear of the church. Walking up to one of the rather large builders unloading a bunch of pallets I asked him what was going on.

“Renovations, the whole east wing is being strengthened ahead of the winter.” He said heaving bags of cement around like they were hackysacks, “Gonna be at least six weeks of work.”

I must have shown real concern hearing this news because he quickly added, “But don’t worry yourself none, the church will still be open, it’ll just be a little noisy through the week.” I smiled and thanked him, thought better of offering my services, and made my way to class.

Apart from daydreaming about the large sweaty builder through my first two periods, I deliberated when it would be best to attend the confessional. The way I saw it, the early afternoon would be the best. Lunch was out, there’d be too many people around. I suspected early mornings would also draw a crowd. So, I figured the confessional that normally started at 2 pm would be the best slot, and it just so happened that I had a free period that Thursday.

Well, you can imagine how eager I was to gain the much-needed clarity about my current position, I’d known Father Matthews since I was a kid, he’d baptised me, if anyone knew how I should deal with this, it was him.

I arrived a few minutes early, but I didn’t walk straight in. Instead, I waited outside for several minutes looking for the limited activity I was expecting. I was so happy to see that I was right, in fact, I didn’t see a single person exit or enter that ornate walnut door the entire time. So, taking one last look around, I made my way up the twelve steps, grasped the fat black knob, and pushed the door open.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I suddenly understood why it was so quiet. On the left side of the church were huge towers of metal scaffold and vast swathes of white cloth covering the pews cutting the seating down by half. Moreover, the noise was palpable. Drills, hammering and shouting echoed around the high ceilings. I could imagine that even God would struggle to hear prayers with this racket going on. Still, I took a seat and made sure the coast was clear, before stepping quickly to the far side of the confessional, slipping inside, and closing the door behind me.

The booth was dark, except for a little light shining through the latticework screen in the partition. I knelt on the velvet cushion and bowed my head. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” My voice was croaky, all of a sudden, and my heart raced.

“Relax my son, there is no need for nerves in the house of our Lord,” the priest’s tone was low and melodic, setting me at ease almost instantly. “Take a moment to compose yourself, and let the power of the Lord unburden you.”

I did as Father Matthews said and took several deep breaths. With my head still bowed I started. “Thank you, Father.” My mouth was still dry but I continued. “I’ve Escort Bayan Gaziantep been struck with a dilemma. Over the past few months, I’ve embarked on a mission of sorts, helping men relieve the stresses of everyday life, and I believe I’m doing quite a good job. However, recently I’ve begun to feel overwhelmed with guilt.”

“You feel guilty for helping people, my son?” Father Matthews asked with genuine confusion.

“Yes Father, tremendously and it’s not going away,” I admit, saying it out loud made me a little emotional.

“Calm yourself, child, there’s no reason for you to get upset. Guilt is a sin when it is founded, but I struggle to see how it has a place in what you are describing.” The Father paused for a moment, “why don’t you tell me about when you’ve helped and we’ll see if there’s anything we should be concerned about?”

Feeling a little better from hearing the Father speak, the croak in my voice subsided and I began to explain further. “The first time I was needed to help was one of my Professors in school. He stayed late one night and I visited him in his classroom. At first, I was really nervous, but by the end of it, I was exhausted, and felt like I’d accomplished something big! He didn’t want his wife to know, you understand don’t you, Father? He filled me with so much…”

“Pride? Pride in your accomplishment? I understand perfectly my Son, I do. I completely understand the noble call of selflessness and all credit to you for embarking on this journey.” The priest said, “What else?”

“Oh, well, I guess the next time I helped was at Christmas. It was supposed to be me dressed up as an elf to help these two men from my neighbourhood run a little Santa’s grotto for the kids. One dressed like Santa and his son was dressed like Frosty the Snowman. But I was late, my alarm was broken, so when I arrived all the kids had gone. They were rightfully angry with me and gave it to me real hard, but I took it. You see Father, they…” The Father cut me off again.

“No need to go any further, that sounds like a wonderful gesture even though you were late. And a little discipline never hurt anyone, and I’m sure that your conscience is clear on that matter, and you won’t be late in future,” he said laughing. “Besides, I’m sure everyone in attendance had a great time. What’s next?”

I sat up straighter in my seat, the Father had really made me feel so much better about my tasks, I was truly worried that what I had been doing was wrong on some deep level, but he had a way of making me feel at ease. “Okay, the main reason I came here today was because of how I feel about my best friend and his Dad.” I paused, suddenly wondering if this was the best thing to do.

“Helping your friends is a good and noble thing to do, nothing wrong can come of it.” The Father’s tone settled my worries again and I took a deep breath.

“I do hope you’re right Father. You see, I’ve been helping my best friend’s Dad for the past few months. Almost once a week, sometimes twice, but in order to do this without my friend knowing, I use him as an excuse to stay over, then in the mornings, I help his Dad while my friend is out playing sports.” I gasped as I finished, reaching the last syllable on the dying embers of a single breath.

The Father was motionless behind the grating. I couldn’t make him out but the little light filtering through cast shadows interrupted by the slightest movement. “Why not simply tell your friend the truth?” He said.

“His Dad is a proud man and doesn’t want his son to know,” I said.

“Pride, another sin, but one that can be easily forgiven in this circumstance.” The Father said after a moments consideration.

“What’s worse Father,” I said taking another deep breath, “my best friend has even offered to help me practice my technique, so I can be better at helping, but he is unaware that one of the men that need my help is his Dad, so, neither of them knows about each other.”

“I can see your predicament. Your friend would most likely be very happy to keep helping you practice if he knew it benefited his Father, but that can’t happen without your friend knowing that his own Father needed help. Either you continue to lie to your friend, or break the confidence of his Father and risk damaging their father-son bond, It’s the lesser of two evils and not one that can be easily remedied.” The Father thought for a while then added, “I think what you’re doing is right. Consciously or unconsciously, you’ve weighed up the alternatives and decided correctly. The most important part of all of this is that you continue to render the assistance that your friends’ father so badly needs. In either case, I am happy that you have no need to feel any level of guilt for your actions.”

I don’t need to tell you that hearing the Father’s words made me feel so much better. “Thank you, Father, that is such a relief.” I almost burst into tears again.

“No need to thank me, child. These selfless acts of kindness are of you and you alone, you should be proud of the service you offer, I’m sure you’ll help many more souls before you’re through.”

“I do hope so Father, I love helping them. At first, I thought it was wrong, but now I see it’s natural and something that I should embrace with both hands. In fact, I may go and see my teacher this afternoon and see if he wants more help. He’s really big, but I feel up to the challenge today. Thank you again, Father.” I stood up, and I heard the Father moving in the other stall. Opening the door a fraction, I was about to leave.

“I’m curious.” The priest said before pausing, I stopped and pulled the door closed again, “I just wanted to ask, what sort of practice could your friend offer that might help his Father with stress, some form of therapy perhaps?”

“I guess it is a therapy of sort, but it’s mainly deepthroating,” I said casually. Reopening the door, I heard a loud splutter and what sounded like a heavy book and rosary hit the floor of the confessional. I closed the door again, stepped up to the lattice, and tried to peer through, “Father, are you okay?”

“Forgive me, my Son, I don’t think I heard you correctly, would you repeating that?” Father Matthews voice was low and husky. I wondered if he had any water in there, it must be thirsty work talking so much without a drink.

“Oh, sure, it’s handy having someone of equal length and girth, so I can practice deepthroating his cock as much as I like. Then when I see his Father I can…” A loud groan came from the other side of the grating that stopped me. “Father, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, my son, only, I didn’t anticipate this revelation.” A silence fell over the cabin. “Did… do you do this for all the men?”

“Totally, it’s shocking how much they need it too, that’s why I thought it was so important I keep going. Now, thanks to you, I can push on and maybe even find more men to help. After all, they can’t be the only ones now can they?” I paused for a response, but nothing seemed to be forthcoming, “Maybe I should have a confessional myself, it would be a great way for men to ask for help without actually telling me who they are until they’re ready. That would be cool.”

The Father coughed again, almost choking on the other side of the cabin. “Forgive me, my child, this new admission, has shocked me more than I expected.”

“That’s okay Father, I was quite shocked the first time I came to terms with how stressed men get too. It’s really quite dire isn’t it?”

“No, my son, that’s…”

It was my turn to cut the priest off as I expanded on my confession. “I mean, take my teacher, he’s a good, honest, married man, and he wants to remain faithful to his wife, so rather than sleeping with another woman, he works out his frustrations with young men. Frustrations that manifest in animalistic urges that he wouldn’t dream of exacting on his poor wife, and let me tell you, Father, his cock is so big, you know when you’ve been fucked by him. Wow, yes!

I took a breath, there was a murmur of speech from the other side of the lattice, but I continued. “And like you said, discipline is good, so when I was late that night, and Santa and Frosty bent me over and spit-roasted me, it was what they deserved. They’d delivered so much joy to the community, it was only fair that I let them have some of that joy for themselves. What’s more joyous than a father and son team bonding over a joint activity?

“I know what you’re going to say, father and son bonding is good, but with my best friend and his Dad, it could work, but his Dad has already asked me not to say anything, so I’ll just have to keep going. Besides, I guess sucking my friend’s cock is not only good practice for his Dad but for other men too? Wouldn’t you agree, Father?”

There was harsh silence in the air punctuated with deep shallow breaths. “I… I…” was all the priest could say for quite some time.

“It’s a lot to take in huh?” I said, feeling relaxed in my newfound openness.

“This is not… You shouldn’t be… I can’t believe that you…” Father Matthews whispered, but his tone was urgent and angry. He paused again. “Do you… enjoy it?”

I considered how to answer, I knew what he was asking me, taking pleasure in a selfless need negates the selfless action of it, “yes, very much. Knowing the peace I bring others is fulfilling, Father.”

“No, do you enjoy it, and don’t lie?” His tone had calmed but his voice was still husky and low.

I bowed my head, a feeling of guilt washed over me again. “Yes,” I whispered

There was another long pause and I sensed the priests’ eyes focusing on me through the wooden partition. “What… What do you enjoy about it, my son?”

The pauses were beginning to come from both sides of the latticework, “Cock, the feel of it Father, hard and thick, warm in my hands.”

I thought I heard a slight moan, “only your hands?” The priest asked.

“No, Father, in my mouth,” I paused and my brain fought the admission, “my butt too.”

The silence overtook the room again, only the distant hammering and clattering of tools could be heard, the confessional started rocking slightly, probably as a result of all the work. As we sat there in silence, the idea of the confessional came back to mind, then my thoughts drifted to Father Matthews. “Hearing other peoples’ problems all day must be hard work.” I thought to myself.

“Father,” I said finally, “how do you relax?”

The rocking paused for a moment just in time for the Father to respond, “I… I turn to the Lord.”

“Does that work? I mean, helping people like this must be stressful, I know helping takes a toll on me and I don’t do it all day.” I said.

The hammering quietened and all I could hear was the faint, rhythmical creaking of the old wooden confessional as it vibrated. “At times, it gets… very hard, like… right now.” The creaking picked up speed and the Father added, “It’s harder than… I remember.”

Silence fell over the conversation again, the creaking of old wood was all that could be heard. “Father,” I whispered quietly, “you’ve been such a relief to me today, and I know it’s not normally how this works, but if you would ever want or need help… I would gladly do what I can.”

All noise stopped. There was a slight shuffling of feet but at this point, I couldn’t tell if it was my own nervous steps or someone else’s. A loud creak broke the silence like a thunder-clap. The light through the lattice flickered a few times, first this way, then the other. Then silence fell again.

“Do you truly wish to serve the Lord, my son?” The priest finally said. His voice was firm, but still broken and husky, “If so, then kneel and prepare to take the sacrament.”

I turned on my seat and faced the grating, quickly dropping to my knees on the cushion, bowed my head, clasped my hands together in prayer and began to recite The Lord’s Prayer. I was halfway through when I heard a loud noise of wood on wood and glanced up. The lattice had been pulled aside, it was dark, my eyes had adjusted but it was still fuzzy, but the smell was unmistakable. Through the gloom rose the head of a glistening cock, fat and wide, the shaft followed, thickening with every inch all the way to the basis, flanked underneath by two large balls.

“Through me, you will prove to God that your talents are worthy. Only through me will you receive the blessing you crave.” His voice had lost all of its croaky undertones and instead was forthright and direct, it left me with no doubt what I needed to do.

I closed my eyes, and said a short prayer wishing for success and let my tongue lap a clear trail from the underneath of the Father’s large crown, all the way over his slit. My initial action was greeted by a deep rumbling moan and the priest thrust himself forward. I reached up and grasped his thick shaft. At about six inches long, Father Matthews was nowhere near as long as any of the men I’d helped before, but he was by far the thickest. My fingers would close around him, and my mouth only just managed to accommodate his large head. I mumbled an apology but my jaw wouldn’t budge to form the words.

“That’s… fine, my son,” The priest said breathing heavily, “I’ve not met a boy alive who can take my cock without it hitting his teeth, I’ve grown to enjoy the sensation.”

Hearing this I doubled my efforts and jammed my head forward. My lips met my first and all air travel halted for a second before I was able to breathe in through my nose. If it wasn’t for the construction, the whole church would have heard me choke. I stayed there, working his cock with my mouth and tongue, I didn’t expect to be able to work him into my throat, but I was going to try. I need to succeed. Just like the Father had said, if I wanted to be proven a worthy aid, then I would need to prove it here, in the noblest of ways, and so I pushed down another inch and felt his spongy cock head, lock itself into my gullet.

Instinctively, my hands flew out sideways flat against the partition when Father Matthews pulled back and hauled me with him, then he thrust forward again, a short, stabby motion, but it served to bury another inch in my throat and I felt his pubic hair tickle my nose. I was salivating all over his shaft, it was dripping out of my mouth and the wet sloshing sounds coming from my throat were loud and frequent. I swallowed for all I was worth but his cock wouldn’t budge.

“Praise the Lord, you were given a talent boy.” The Priest said with little care to who might have been listening.

I gripped the sides of the opening left by the removed latticework and Father Matthews began to thrust against me. I kept my head as still as possible, but with every backward movement I had no recourse but to lean forward, and before long, I was craning forward, my head through the opening and in the priest’s cabin. He grabbed my head tightly between his large hands and fucked my face hard. Over and over again he stabbed forward causing my throat to spasm and choke his cock tighter. The more he did, the more I slobbered, the more I slobbered, the more he could move, until he was easily able to pull his thick cock back into my mouth and slam it deep all over again. My throat at stretched to accommodate him, and even if it hadn’t, he was making it comply.

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Annette, Me and… Ch. 02

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After Andy left, we both got a good nights sleep. But the morning brought more fun and a little surprise!

… Sunday morning could not come quick enough. As I headed in the kitchen to make some coffee, I heard the guest bathroom shower running. Annette was up and I am anxious to see her this morning. I put the grounds and the water into the machine and pushed BREW! I glanced outside and realized that I had not paid any attention to the weather this weekend and to my surprise the trees and shrubs were covered in ice and it appeared to be snowing, sleeting or something nasty out there.

While the coffee was brewing, I went back to the bathroom for a warm shower. As I soaped my body up, my dick was firm and happy! I took a long warm shower feeling alive again and anxious to see Annette again!

“Good morning sunshine, how is my new favorite cock this morning?” She said as I walked in the kitchen. “You like your coffee with 2 sugars right?” Annette asked and handed me a warm cup!

“We do certainly chat about a lot of things don’t we? Have you looked outside, it does not look good for air travel today!” I said.

“Well yes I have, and I have a slight change of plans. All flights were cancelled today and to avoid spending all day at the airport I have already got my ticket for a Tuesday morning flight. The Monday flights were all booked. I got a couple more nights at the hotel I left Saturday.” She said, not seeming too upset at the delay.

“Ok then, well I can bring you Bayan Escort Gaziantep back over there whenever you would like me to. Lorie is driving the last bit home today but she won’t be here until late and with the weather as it is, it may be very late.” I said.

“No hurry sweetie… I bet we have time for a little more fun with just you and me right?” She said as she stood beside me smelling like heaven as before.

I had on some pajama pants and a t shirt so she kneeled down in front of me, pulled the pants down to my ankles and instantly placed my semi hard dick in her mouth. She sucked it all in with one motion. Holding it deep inside her mouth we could feel it grow quickly. She just held it in and must have been rubbing her tongue around the shaft because what she was doing to me was incredible.

“Oh shit baby, you just don’t stop do you…. Oh damn that feels so good.”

She then started to pump my member in and out of her mouth. Almost all the way out, then plunging deep in her throat. I put my hands softly behind her head and she started to bob her head so I took the hint and began to grab her head tightly and pull her in and deep on my cock. Over and over. She was gagging, moaning and her mouth was dripping juices down my leg as I fucked her face hard. She knew I was about to blow my juice and when I felt the first pangs of orgasm, Annette grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her.

She held it there as my cock throbbed and pulsed and as it did, I was shooting several loads of hot cum deep down her throat. Still holding me tight against her she had one hand on her pussy. She did not have any panties on under her cotton soft long tee shirt. She took every pump oh my cum and after a few minutes of holding my dick in her lips she let go.

“Oh damn that was the fastest and hottest blow job I have EVER had, thank you but now it’s your turn.” I told her.

Almost as my last drop of cum emptied down her throat, I picked her up from the waist, set her on the edge of the granite countertop. My head moved between her legs. Kissing her right thigh as I moved closer to her dripping pussy. I got to her clit and it was beautiful in the daylight. Things were a little dark last night. She was neatly trimmed with just a little dark brown patch right above her clit. It was obvious she was wet and ready.

My tongue first flicked across her pussy opening and she tasted great. So wet that my lips were dripping from contact. I moved up a little to her clit. Gently sucked it, nibbled a bit and ran my tongue up and down fast over her.

“Oh Will” she said out of breath. “Put two fingers in my pussy baby now…. Fuck me with them now please!”

While licking her clit, I slid two fingers in, palm up. Even with my fingers her pussy is SO tight. When I got them in as far as I could I wiggles them slightly. Well that didn’t take long. Soon she was shaking her hips off of the counter and pushing down on my fingers.

“I’m cumminggggggg…. yes yes, oh shit baby. Ohhhhh yes yes” Annette said so loudly I hope the neighbors hadn’t heard!

She tensed up for a second then jerked again and with that jerk and with my fingers still inside her pussy her juice flowed out all over my fingers and on to the countertop. It was not really a squirt but more of an overflow. Of course I licked it up, or what I could. Then I bent up, looked this beautiful sexy woman in the face and with my wet lips, I kissed her hard. Tongue and lips moving like crazy. We eventually slowed down to a soft intimate sexy gentle kiss.

“I love feeling and tasting my pussy juices on the mouth I am kissing. You are so much fun Will, that was a very intense orgasm, you did well my friend. That was so hot, and you know what is even hotter is when it’s a woman kissing me with my pussy on her lips because I generally have her pussy wetness on my lips”

We gathered up, cleaned up both ourselves and the counter! Sitting at the dining room table we talked about the next couple of days and the possibility of her meeting my wife. She has known all along that Lorie and I have a deal about playing outside our marriage. The deal is to tell the other in anything happens and while it may go very badly, I plan on telling her all about my weekend.

With any luck, the discussion will go well. Lorie is always incredibly horny when she is gone for a few days so hopefully she will be curious about this woman. I know Lorie has had girl on girl fantasies so we will see how far she would like to adventure. Annette and I were curious about the next step.

… to be continued

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Anjani Our Maid Made It

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Note : This is work of fiction. All characters are 18 and above at the time of narration.

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Hi Friends, How are you?

I am Neelam, once again coming with an interesting story of an unusual twist of events in the life of a young girl of poor family.

If you, by chance, happen to pass on Arapaho street at Beltline in the city of Dallas, U.S.A. you will see a glass enclosed building housing the offices of Uddalak Manraja And Associates, Attorneys at Law. To most of the people the Chief was known by short name of Udo.

Right below his name plate is another one, more glittering, bearing the name Anjani Manraja, Consultants, Interior Decoration, Residential And Commercial.

Those who know them know that Udo and Anju are not brother and sister, that they are a happily married couple, madly in love for each other yet rather free thinking and free behaving; that dear Anju is making double the money than hubby Udo whose income, easily runs into six figures, monthly, that is.

In spite of all this success both of them are very modest , unassuming and polite, ever ready to help in every other way, any and every body who approaches them. This is largely because of what Anju has learned at and between the feet of her Guru, Neelam Mehta that is, me.

Yes, that is me. Today’s story is the story of Anjani Manraja, now 27, mother of two kids and still fucking husband without contraception, occasionally other guy with double contraception.

Here it goes …

When my father retired and settled in the city of Baroda, India I was in the Residential School doing my final year of high school. In those days a woman from a poor family used to come to our house as a general-purpose maid. Her name was Champa. Her husband Maneklal was a small time plumber. Now, fucking the wife being the only one entertainment free and available anytime he had plumbed Champa’s chut frequently enough to produce six children. The eldest of the brood was a sweet girl Anjani.

Everyday Champa would walk a distance of about three miles to come to our house. She would clean the house, make the beds, prepare tea and breakfast, cook lunch, wash clothes and do the dishes. She would work for the whole day only to return home in the evening. My mom was very kind to her. She saw that Champa ate the same breakfast and same lunch as the family, gave her old clothes for her family and helped her in general. Champa, on her part was a reliable, honest and trustworthy person.

Champa also had her sister in law living with them. She was a widow of about 50. She looked after the children in Champa’s absence. On and off Anjani would accompany her mother to our home. She would then play around or help her mom in the endless trail of work.

Time flew by. Ravi graduated from Medical school and started practice in Baroda. We got married and moved into our new house on the out skirts of the city. Luckily it was very near to where Champa was living. She started working exclusively for us. It was easier for her to work for a small family like ours. Anjani, as she grew up helped her mother more and more day by day.

At seventeen Anjani was a gangling teenager, all skin and bones, but within a year she bloomed into a fully mature curvaceous female. She was not a beautiful girl by any standards; she had an average look. It was her breasts which were her most attractive feature. They were large, not for her age but for her young body. Add to it the fact that she was not wearing any bra leaving them to wobble and juggle with every movement of hers. Her mind however was that of a thirteen years old unaware of the ripples her breasts were creating in the hearts (and in the cocks) of men, both old and young. Even Ravi, my husband had commented a couple of times, saying, “Neelu, did you see her dhaila (breasts)? I wonder how her bhos (vulva) looks like.”

I would then direct his attention to my dhaila and my bhos. We would then have frenzied fuck, Ravi fantasizing about Anjani. (He, of his own told me so). Ravi however would never think of actually seducing her.

Innocent as she was, Anjani was quite at home with Ravi and me. In those days I was not doing job and had plenty of time on my hands. I would then teach Anjani some basic math, history, geography and science. Even though she had missed the school she had sharp inquisitive mind and was a quick learner. She enjoyed the lessons. Her parents had full trust in Ravi and me and had allowed her few times to stay over night at our place. We became very close but we never had the need or opportunity to talk about sex.

Then, one afternoon when Anjani was at her home Champa dropped in. She, being a mother was worried. She perceived her daughter’s breasts as beacons inviting predators who would very gladly break her hymen, the sign of her innocence, the bastion of family honor, proof of her purity, gift preserved only for and to be opened by the proud penis of her lawfully wedded husband.

She said, “Bahen ji, Anju to aap ki beti ban baithi hai. Kripa kar ke Bayan Escort Gaziantep aap use duniyadari ke kuchh path bhi padhaiye. Vo tan se javan ho gayi hai lekin man se chhoti bachchi hai. Mujhe dar hai kahin us ka paanv fisal na jaaye. Aisa vaisa kuchh ho gaya to mar jaane ke siva hamare paas koi chara nahin rahega. (Respected Sister, Anju has come to be your daughter. Please do us a favor by teaching some lesions about worldly things. She has matured in her body but mentally she is yet a small girl. I am afraid of her slipping. If anything unusual happens, we would not have any other way than suicide.)”

I said, “Champa, tu tere pitaji ke ghar se bhag nikali thi tab kitani umar ki thi? Terah? Chaudah? Aur ye mat kahana ki atharah saal ki hove tab tak Maneklal lund pakade hue baith raha tha. Kyun ki us ne tujhe pahala mauka milate hi choda tha aur tu ne badi khushi ke sath lund liya tha, kamsin thi fir bhi. Hai na? (Champa, how old were you when you ran away from your father’s house, thirteen? fourteen? And don’t tell me Manek, your husband waited holding his cock till you became eighteen. Because at the first available opportunity he fucked you and you had accepted his lund with great pleasure even when you were immature in age. Isn’t it a truth?)”

Champa was somewhat crest fallen because she had not expected such a response from me. She said, “Lekin, Bahan Ji, vo din kuchh or the. Mere pet men bachcha tha ye jan kar bhi Manek ne mujhe apanaya, ek pal bhi shanka kiye bina. Aise aadami ab kahan? Sab ko ek hi chijh chahie, buddha ho ya javan. Anju chudai ka majha le is men mujhe koi etaraj nahin hai. Lekin us ke pet men bachcha bhar kar chodane vala bhaag jaay to ham garib log kahan jaay? Aur Anju sab se badi hai, us ke pichhe tin ladakiyan hein un ka kya? (But, Respected Sister, those days were different. Manek took me as wife without hesitation knowing well that I had a baby in my tummy. Where are such men now? Old or young, they all want only one thing. I do not mind if Anju starts enjoying fucking but what would we poor folks go if the guy runs away fucking her and leaving her with a baby? And Anju is oldest, there are three girls after her; what would happen to them?)”

There was truth in what she said. I felt for her. I said, “Alright, I will talk to her. But you and Manek should realize that Anju is now no longer a child. She will take her own decisions. Yes, she will make mistakes and come running to you for help, but will do whatever she wants to do. That includes fucking and marriage too. You and I are here to guide her but we will not impose upon her our wish and thinking, agreed?”

“Ji.”

“Okay then, I will have to take the matter slowly. That means it will take some time. It will be better if you allow her to work here full time. We will pay her, of course. Is it okay with you?”

“It is okay with us. Thank you very much. She will start right away; from tomorrow.”

“Oh, One last thing. I shall try my level best to preserve her virginity but I cannot promise. If she decides to be fucked by Ravi, I will not stand in her way. Any objection?”

“Na ji. As long as it remains a family secret I do not mind Sahib initiating her. In fact I wish he does it.”

“Why so?”

“For one thing he is a noble man. Secondly he is a doctor, knows how to fuck a virgin with minimal pain, knows how to prevent pregnancy and knows what to do in case pregnancy occurs. Besides, you will be there to give her support during the act, will you not?”

“Yes, I will be.”

“All is settled then.”

Talk about my husband Ravi’s reputation.

That night after an hours’ glorious fuck I told him about Anjani. He was delighted but I asked him to leave poor girl alone till the time she matures herself to take her own decisions. He agreed.

She was one week over her eighteenth birthday when Anjani started working full time at our place. Shy and reserved in the beginning she, within few weeks, gradually unwound herself into bold and inquisitive young girl. I deliberately avoided the subject of sex till the time she was fully comfortable with Ravi and me. Barring that we talked about almost every subject under the sun. Gradually I introduced sexy words in our talks starting with abusive words like bahenchod (sister fucker), chutiya (product of vagina), bhosadi ke (product of vulva) etc. While she was familiar with those street words like lund, chut, bhos, chudai and also knew the meaning of each of them, shishn, vrshan, ling and yoni were alien to her. Over the time I also learned that Anjani had some sketchy knowledge about sex. I had to teach her a lot.

Then one lazy afternoon I opened the subject by asking her, “What kind of bra are you wearing, Anju?”

“No kind, I don’t have any.”

“I thought so. Your tits are wobbling like cow’s udder.”

“I know, but what can I do?”

“Ravi gets bad ideas in his head seeing them.”

Her face lit up with joy, her hands went to her boobs and she asked childishly, “Does he like them?”

“He likes them and I like them too. We don’t want to show them to the whole world, now, do we?”

“No. Mom told me not to allow anybody to touch them.”

“She is right. So let me see if any of my old bras would fit on you.”

We went to the other room. I pulled out a drawer full of old bras. Some of them were like new worn by me only for few days. These were the bras of my early married days when under the stimulation of Ravi’s fingers and lips my breasts were rapidly growing in size requiring me to buy next higher size every few weeks.

Anjani did not wait for invitation. With eyes wide with wonder she picked up one after other exclaiming, “Oh, these are so nice!” Next moment her blouse was off and her petticoat was down to her waist baring her beautiful breasts.

Did she have breasts or what? Even though I have pair of my own, I felt stirring in my yoni (vagina) seeing hers. Two perfect hemispheres were sitting like mountains on her upper chest. Despite the size there was no sign of sagging. Each was topped by a sepia colored knobby areola of about one inch with small delicate berry like nipple right in the center. I could not hold myself from feeling them. I took them in my palms and lifted them.

“Good, aren’t they?” she asked and I came down on earth.

“Good? Girly you do not know what is what. These are the boobs of a cinema star, center spread of Playboy magazine, high profile model.”

Unfortunately she lacked a face to match.

“I feel shy when men stare at them. Is it bad to feel that way?”

“No, it is not. Tell me the truth, who has been fondling them?” I tweaked her nipple.

“Uhhh …it feels strange when you touch like that.”

“I know, tell me who has fondled them. There must be somebody.”

She looked down and murmured, “My Mamu.” (Brother of the mother.)

“Did he fuck you too?”

She nodded her but still could not look up. “Only once.”

“Why once? Is he still not fucking you?”

Now she looked up and shook her head in negative.

“Why not?”

“He wants but I don’t want him to.”

“Why?”

“Because I do not like him and he refuses using condom. Even if I like him I cannot marry him.”

“Don’t you feel the urge to get fucked?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do then?”

“Use my fingers.”

“Have you tried it with a girl?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

She was pleasantly surprised. “With whom? You?”

“Why not?”

“But I have not done it before, I do not know what to do.”

“I know how it is done, I will teach you. Are you ready to learn?”

“Yes, I am. What if Sahib comes to know?”

“At the least he would be excited and want to fuck me. At the most he may want to fuck you. But don’t worry, he will not touch you if you don’t want him to.”

“Haay, haay I feel odd sensations in my stomach.”

“That is natural. You are a young girl and we are talking about fucking.”

“I feel shy of Sahib.”

“But you like him?”

“Very much.”

“Would you like him to fuck you?”

“Oh please, don’t say that. I start throbbing in my …my…” She could not finish the sentence; she blushed deeply once again and lowered her gaze. I helped her, ” In your bhos you mean?”

With an effort she looked up at me with shy smile on her lips and said, “Yes, there.”

By now my blouse and bra were off, baring my breasts. I was playing with her nipples. Shyly she was running her fingers on the periphery of my breasts making my nipples erect in anticipation. I lifted her face with a finger under her chin and touched her mouth with mine. Goose bumps erupted all over her body and her hand on my breast suddenly grabbed it.

She of her own shifted herself nearer to me. I took her in my arms hugging face to face; our breasts warmly crushing against each other. She threw her arms around my neck as I settled her side ways in my lap. My left arm went around her waist supporting her while the right one went to her breast. Our faces were pressed cheek to cheek.

“You smell so good, Didi. Can I call you Didi?” she asked.

“Yes, you can.”

We caressed our breasts for some tine. Then, once again, I kissed lightly on her mouth and asked, “Liked it? Was it like your Mamu’s kiss?”

“He never kissed me.” So saying she closed her eyes and went into frenzy of kissing me on my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, and my nose, everywhere. When she reached my lips I held her there and rubbed my closed lips on hers. She went stiff and once again grabbed a handful of my breast as if to support her. I broke the kiss only to resume it with soft pressure. She relaxed.

My other hand meanwhile was caressing her thighs. She had kept her legs straight. The ghaghari covered her thighs, her knees and up to half of her lower legs. I moved my hand over her ghaghari and could reach up to knees and not beyond. The ghaghari was slithering up and down with the movement of my hand but I had not touched her bare skin.

Putting my hand under her knee I lifted one of her legs to fold it, leaving the other straight. With the thigh drawn up I pushed her ghaghari a little and it slid up to her hip. I could now caress her smooth thigh, front and back. The kiss continued. Her play on my nipples continued.

I passed my hand behind the bent knee and started caressing the back of the thigh. Slowly I inched upwards and eventually reached the spot where the buttock meets the thigh. It is a very sensitive area not known to many people. It was Ravi who showed me. The spot is very near anal area and hence not far from vulva in a woman and back of the scrotum in a man.

All I had to do was to touch the place lightly with fingertips. The sensation was so intense that Anjani broke the kiss to utter ssiiiiii …and to lift up the other leg. I moved my hand a couple of inches inwards and I was on my destination, her young cunt. I could easily caress the big lips, spread them apart and push my finger into her chut. Needless to say that her chut was wet and slimy allowing easy access to two of my fingers.

Anjani being young and inexperienced did not know what to do, I had to bring her mouth to my aching nipples and ask her to suck on them. Her delicate lips on my nipples felt like heaven and then she of her own used the tip of her tongue to flick them with. A wave of tingling started from the nipple to settle in my clitoris making it stiffer longer and thicker. My bhos poured out large quantity of pre-cum and started throbbing.

Finally having reached point of no return I made her lay down flat on the bed. I circled her clitoris with my fingers and mounted her. I pushed my legs between hers and widened them taking hers along with mine. She took the hint and spread her thighs to the fullest. Now one vulva could easily press and rub against the other.

I started with slow back and forth movements of my pelvis directly targeting her clitoris. Meanwhile our mouths were joined in French kiss. As I fucked her the mounting excitement she felt was reflected in her kiss. Her kiss progressively became more forceful, irregular and frantic at times. Then I bent my head and took her nipple in my mouth. That was the final straw for her. A strong orgasm hit her and hit her hard.

She became stiff in whole of her body, she squeezed shut her eyes. Saliva drooled out from her half open mouth. Then she shivered for few seconds and suddenly relaxed. I was not far behind but ……

The door bell chimed. Who would be there at this odd hour? Hurriedly I donned pajama and kurti, combed my hair and opened the door.

“Surprise, surprise” Ravi said as he entered and closed the door with his foot. His hands were busy taking the wife in embrace and feeling for her breasts.

I extricated myself with some difficulty and echoed, “Surprise, surprise.”

“Huh? what is it? How come you feel so hot and flushed? Are you running fever?” he asked walking me towards his room to change his clothes. Once he was in his pajama suit I proceeded to blindfold him saying, ” I have a surprise for you,”

I led him to our bedroom where Anjani was lying on the bed. She was fast asleep. I whispered, “Don’t make noise” in Ravi’s ear and removed the blindfold. He was pleasantly surprised to see Anjani sleeping with open blouse and up turned ghaghari.

“You have been fucking. Right?” he said.

“Right. Want to join?”

“Why not? But she is sleeping.”

“Post orgasmic narcosis. You want to wait or ….?”

“Only a fool will wait when you are around.”

So saying he crushed me in a bear hug and kissed me. We went back to his room leaving Anjani alone.

“What is the wish of my master this afternoon?” I asked.

“Visit to the bathroom for the starter.”

We separated. He went to bathroom to pass urine. But I know him very well. He would thoroughly wash his cock, come out without putting on knickers or pajama and offer his cock, semi erect by then, for a blow job. I would gladly and eagerly take it in my mouth and start sucking. But then, we two would be alone in the whole house. That day Anjani was present on the scene.

When he came out I was ready for him sitting on a cushion on the floor near sofa. This time he had his pajama on with his limp cock hanging out from the open fly. He sat down and pulling up the foreskin bared the small soft head. I removed his hands and took charge of the shriveled cock of his. I pulled down the foreskin to cover up the head. I took him in my mouth. It felt like a piece of a soft rubber tubing.

I held the head of his cock firmly pressed between my palate above and tongue below. I could squeeze it with movement of my tongue. His cock started thickening in jerks. My mouth started salivating. Within minutes his lund attained its full dimensions. The bulbous head almost filled up my mouth.

Most of his lund was outside of my mouth. I was holding the shaft in my fist and was giving him a slow hand job. It was wonderful to feel the slide of thin silky skin over the iron hard cylinder of the core. Add to it periodic jerks temporarily increasing its hardness and thickness and the picture is complete.

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It had been almost a week since Charlotte and I became lovers. Life was keeping us from seeing each other, and the few phone conversations we did have were too short to really satisfy anything. That week, all I could think about was Charlotte…her look, her taste, her feel…Our time together kept playing over and over in my head. I thought about her constantly, and I was masturbating more just to cope.

I was so thankful when Friday came, and I got a call from her…

“Hey! How about a night out, just the two of us?” She didn’t beat around the bush, and I was glad about that. I didn’t want to sit there talking, itching to be with her.

“Sure, where to?” I was curious of what she had in mind.

“How about we go to the movies?” Oh come one Charlotte, you can do so much better then that!

“Nah, not in the mood.”

“Well, you think of something then.”

“Hey, I know!” It was a great idea, but she cut me off…

“How ’bout we get a porno.” Great minds think alike, or…horny minds, yeah…that’s what it is.

“Exactly what I was thinking…I have been sexually tormented all week! It’s perfect.”

“Great! Because I have a surprise for you…well, it’s for both of us, but you’re gonna love it.”

“Can I guess what it is?”

Just then my bedroom door opened, it was mom. She saw I was on the phone, and mouthed ‘sorry’, beginning to leave.

“It’s alright mom, I’m just talking with Charlotte.”

“Well, I should have knocked first…I forget about things like that. You could have been in the nude or something.” She was always so nervous, and tried to keep up with the fact that I was now an adult. Sometimes it was a bit awkward…probably more for her, so I tried to be as understanding as possible.

“Mom…” I tried not to laugh, “No worries, we’re both women, we have the same parts.”

“Oh, well basically Maggie.” She said in shock,”But… well, not all women are completely alike you know…I do have bigger…” She paused in embarrassment of even mentioning, and motioned to her tits. I couldn’t help but laugh, and she did as well. Charlotte was on the other end asking what was said, to be sure of what she heard…”I’ll tell you later,” mom said, leaving the room with a smile.

“Have my ears deceived me Maggs? Was your mother talking to you about her tits?” She roared with laughter, “I love that woman….so Maggs, wanna meet me in the mall then? In about an hour, is that alright?”

I told her that was fine, and she told me she loved me before hanging up. I jumped into the shower and thought about what would happen tonight. I couldn’t believe Charlotte and I were going to hang out and watch a porno together…but, it wouldn’t be a bad idea come to think of it. Would certainly be an ice breaker for both of us. Well…not that Charlotte needed much breaking in, but I certainly did. ‘Of course I wanted to make love to Charlotte again’, I told myself, but it wasn’t going to be as easy. We had been drinking before. Hell…I was out of it when she played with me for the first time, awaking my inner beast. I was grateful to her though…with that I put aside such thoughts, I didn’t want to be any more nervous. I packed my bag, assuming that I would stay over with her, knowing she wouldn’t object. I informed my mother, and was off to meet Charlotte.

Getting to the mall, I found her standing outside a video store…

“Hey Maggs!” She hugged me and kissed me straight on the lips. I looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed. It didn’t seem so, and it’s not like people haven’t ever seen two women kiss. I was just hoping I didn’t know any of them if they had.

“Would you stop being such a pussy…sheesh…” She paused, and turned her attention to the bag in her hand, “I got two movies for us. Want to stay over tonight?” We headed for the food court. Escort Bayan Gaziantep

“I was hoping you would ask. I already packed a bag.” I smirked, knowing we were both thinking of sex.

“Sassy Maggie…I’m glad you did. You never have to ask to stay over with me.”

She grabbed my hand as we made for a table. After we had gotten our food and settled in, Charlotte asked me if I had thought about the last time we were together. My cheeks blushed, realizing it was all I thought about…and it seemed to be the same for Charlotte.

“I can’t STOP thinking about it. I’m blushing, and smiling almost all the time…people probably think I’m crazy. My mom has been extra delicate with me too…I hope she doesn’t suspect anything.” My eyes went off into the distance, as I created a scene of mother confronting me, or me telling her…my face must have shown it.

“Oh stop! So what if she knows…I personally think that would be a good thing.” I hooked back to her gaze and she went serious, “Are you angry with me for making love to you? Have you had second thoughts about what we talked about? I mean, it’s fine…we didn’t set anything in stone, remember….and I won’t have our friendship end because of something so silly. We can get sex anywhere.” She laughed, trying to keep things light.

The fact was, it wasn’t that silly. I actually felt something for her, and I knew she felt the same. I sort of wished we could have things in the open…but it just wasn’t the time yet…

“Charlotte…of course I am not having second thoughts, nor do I regret what happened. And how many times must I tell you that our friendship could never end. I love you too much.” I whispered that last part, just in case anyone was listening.

“I’m glad you think so Maggs, but never say never…don’t jinx us.” She looked around quickly and leaned in, putting her hands on my thighs, squeezing and stroking them.

“Charlotte!” I pushed her hands from me, “I’m already horny enough without you touching me, please!” That was the reason, but more so that I didn’t need anyone seeing her feeling me up in the public food court.

“Lighten up, I love you Maggs, and I love touching you. I don’t care who sees.” I wish I could feel the same, but I wasn’t as bold.

“And I like you touching me Charlotte, but can you please wait ’till later?” She seemed to take offense, looking away from me, her face changing. “Charlotte,” I sighed, “Please don’t be like that. I feel bad enough, you don’t need to make me feel worse then I already do.” Glancing around to make sure no one was in ear shot, they weren’t, “I love you, honest I do.” I whispered.

With that her face lit up, she smiled at me, “Thanks Maggie, you don’t know how much that means to me.” I sort of did, I felt the same way when she said it to me.

“I can’t wait to be alone with you tonight!” I added, slowly building her spirits back up.

“I know, me either…and I know we must keep it to ourselves, but I would love the world to know Maggs.”

I sighed, there it was again…this felt like more of a real relationship then we were letting on. It was good this way though, I didn’t need anymore added stress or confusion, and I certainly wasn’t going to let Charlotte push me out of my comfort zone with this. No matter how much I loved her…

“I care a lot about you Charlotte, really I do…but I just” I saw her look around quickly and she pulled me to her, interrupting me with a kiss full on the lips. No matter how awkward I felt, the thrill struck my pussy with moisture. Taking my hand in hers, she pushed her other up my skirt under the table. Her fingers slipped under my panties…I squirmed away realizing where I was, “Can we leave now Charlotte?”

“Of course.” She smiled, and grabbed my hand. I allowed her that at least…I didn’t want to crush her entirely. I just ignored the few awkward glances we received.

So we got into our cars, and I followed her home. I was glad she had that little private place, otherwise our adventures would be a little harder to orchestrate. My pussy throbbed the whole way to her house and it felt like an eternity before we arrived. Her mom watched from the upstairs window as we strolled up the walkway. Coming to the door, she asked of my mother, and that I pass on her well wishes. I barely got out my reply with Charlotte stringing me along. I only hoped she didn’t read too much into it. Pushed through the door, it slammed behind us. Charlotte caught me up quickly, forced her tongue into me, in a long heated kiss. She was going crazy in lust and passed it onto me. Taking hold of my breasts, then undoing my shirt. I was out of it so quickly, I barely had time to realize it was gone…and then my bra…I was half naked with her already, and I didn’t care. In my heat, I didn’t care…it wasn’t awkward, and I was so thankful. Her mouth found my nipples, pulling at them with her teeth, sucking me hard and twisting the other one between her fingers. I was already horny…now I was gushing in my panties, thinking of those lips on my pussy…

“Maggs…” She said between her attack on my tits, “Undress me.” I complied, and we were both naked at her doorway, moving slowly toward the bed. “I want to suck on your pussy, while you suck mine…” She paused a minute, “But first…are you game to try something new with me? I have a surprise for you, but you can’t have it until you agree to everything I ask you to do.”

I was silent a moment as we reached the bedside, Charlotte still caressing me to a melted state…almost like a high. I couldn’t say anything with all this stimulation….she continued…

“First, I want to blindfold you…then cuff your hands to the headboard so you can’t go anywhere….” Like I’d want to. “And also tie your legs to the footboard so your legs will stay wide open for me. I won’t tell you the rest until you agree to play along.” She was so forceful, but I liked it…I still hadn’t said anything. Just quietly processing everything….”You know I wouldn’t hurt you in any way Maggs, I love you too much for that. So, if that’s what you’re worried about, don’t…Do you trust me?”

“I trust you Charlotte.” That’s all I needed to say…

Before I knew it, I was tied to the head board… then the footboard, and Charlotte approached with the blindfold. I Was completely helpless, and at the mercy of my lover. Definitely not a bad thing, it surely had my juices flowing. It’s amazing how the unknown can excite. Charlotte let me lay there in silence for a moment, I almost asked what was going on, but refrained. Suddenly, her breath was in my ear…

“First, I want to get you good and worked up for me Maggs…nice an wet, and horny. Then I’ll give you your surprise.” She kissed my ear.

“I’m horny now, I can hardly wait. Do something soon Charlotte, before I burst.”

“I promise it’s worth the wait Maggie.”

Again, she left me to wait…I didn’t know when or what was going to happen next. Suddenly, her lips touched mine. Her tongue forcefully playing with my own, and I felt her warm body straddle over me. Her pussy was hot and wet across my belly, and then moved down onto my leg. She was slowly rotating on my thigh, her sticky juices flowing as she stimulated herself against me. I felt her fingers on my nipples. She pulled and twisted them to attention, kissed each one and then moved on. Slowly. On my ribs, over my belly, and down to my pussy lips. Her tongue teased my clit, and moved down inside me. I was so near to cumming and she would stop, leaving me in the dark wanting more. I would plead for her to keep going, but she didn’t say a word, and then when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, she would start again. I was so close, so dangerously close and she knew, and stopped. Again, in a dark silence when I felt her leave the bed….

“What are you doing Charlotte?” I sounded a little more panicked then needed, but there was no answer.

I felt her return. Her fingers grazed over my pussy, and then inside in a gush of wetness. Then nothing. Her tongue touched my clit, and I moaned in want of more, but she took it away almost immediately. I felt her looming over me now. Her wet fingers painted my lips, and I recognized the taste…me.

“Charlotte…please! I need to come now, please!”

With that, I felt something cold enter my pussy. It was slippery, and hard, and wonderful. I almost came right away, but held on to feel what would happen next. It stretched me, how long and thick it was. It felt like an enormous cock impaling me in the best of ways and I could feel Charlotte’s thighs around me, gliding with the motion of this fuck toy. It was ecstasy as the cock went so deep inside me, touching the bottom of my virginal hole. I could feel myself peaking, and Charlotte finally spoke…

“Maggie, I’m fucking you.” She moaned, and with that I let out a loud cry. All the strains of being blindfolded and unable to move…all the stimulation, and now this. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “It’s our new toy Maggs.” Her breathing was heavy as well, ” I bought it for us today. A strap-on cock babe. One is inside you,” She emphasized with a harder thrust, “And the other side is in me.” She rotated her body, pleasuring us both. Her breathing was heavy in her pause, “So…as I fuck you, I fuck myself as well.” She paused again in moaning as she came. “Do you like me fucking you with this Maggs…” She cried out as her orgasm struck, “Tell me, tell me now!” I couldn’t speak as I neared my second orgasm, it was even better then the last.

“Oh, fuck Magg’s, I’m cumming!” The thick, hard, cock plunged faster inside me, inside her….

“Me too…me too! Don’t stop!” I gasped.

She finally slowed as we came down from our fantastic orgasms…the best I had ever had in my life…and reality pried at me, hoping no one above had heard our little adventure. The cock slid out of me, and Charlotte removed the blindfold. I saw the size of the thing that had been fucking us and gaped…

“Holy Shit Charlotte!” The sight of it took my breath away, “Did I really take all that…wow.”

“Yes you did babe.” She smiled, unstrapping it, and I watched the other, equally large cock slide out of her…slick and sticky.

I was still in shock as she let me loose from the restraints. She kissed me, and left the bed, “I’m going to get us some snacks, then we can watch the movies.” Her eyes widened, and an evil smirk crossed her face as she slipped on a large shirt.

I took the strap on in my hands, feeling the thickness of it in around my fingers. I still couldn’t believe it had been inside me…AND Charlotte. I wanted to fuck her with it….

“Hey Charlotte! Do I get a turn with it?”

She returned with a tray of snacks and drinks…”What?” She smirked, knowing exactly what I was talking about.

“I wanna turn to fuck you with this. Do I get a turn, when?” I sounded like a child.

“Of course you do babe. Lets munch a little, and watch these videos, and get all worked up again…and then.” She met my lips, and I devoured her mouth. I wanted to fuck her so badly, I wasn’t even hungry anymore.

“Okay…” I sighed. She just laughed at me, and I pulled the shirt back off of her.

We made out for a long time. We didn’t eat anything…well, not food anyway…and eventually the video was put in. Women fucking each other in all kinds of ways….eating pussy, fucking with strap-ons, and fingers, and vibrators…I was so turned on, and finally got to fuck Charlotte… it was crazy amazing. We came for the fifth and sixth time, I lost count…it was gonna be another sleepless weekend, that’s for sure.

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Mary looked out of her bedroom window and watched Mark as he walked up the driveway. He had only returned from his second term at university that afternoon and the first thing he had done was to ‘phone her. She felt like a giddy teenager again, as he asked if she had missed him and then if she would like to see him later. Even though she could not understand why Mark would want someone old enough to be his mother, Mary was glad that he did.

She had arranged that she would leave the side door unlocked and wait for him in her bedroom. Mary had bathed and carefully shaved her pussy and ass so as to surprise him with her bald mound. Then she had chosen a bra and panties, with matching suspender belt and sheer stockings. The bra pushed her heavy breasts together and up, making a deep valley between them and the stockings accentuated her long shapely legs. The flimsy panties barely covered the lips of her pussy and clung tightly to her smooth skin.

Mary heard the side door close and Marks quick, light, step as he climbed the stairs. Quickly she arranged herself on top of the bed, lying on her side, one leg bent, so that he would not immediately see her pussy. She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway, his t-shirt stretched over the smooth skin of his chest and his tight jeans bulging at his crotch. Without speaking he crossed to the side of her bed and looked down as she sat up. Almost dazed, Mary reached out and began to unfasten the straining buttons of his fly. The bulge in his pants seemed to swell and harden, even as she watched.

Mary pushed Mark’s jeans down to his ankles and then eased his boxers down over his cock. She gasped as it sprang free, seemingly even thicker and harder than she remembered. Opening her mouth she gently kissed and licked the tip, before leaning forward and sucking the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She could taste the saltiness of his sweat and smell his musk as she sucked slowly, lapping at his hard meat with the tip of her tongue. Her breasts seemed to swell in her bra and the hard points of her nipples pressed against the rough lace.

Mark pulled his t-shirt over his head and with his cock in her mouth wriggled out of the rest of his clothes, so that he was naked in front of her. Mary grasped his hips and pulled him closer to her, his thick cock slipping further into her mouth and, as she swallowed, into the back of her throat. Mark closed his eyes and bit his lip as he fought down the urge to thrust his cock to the back of her mouth and spurt his cum into her throat. Mary felt his shaft swelling and stretching her mouth as she ran her tongue all over his length. Mark reached down and unfastened the clasp of her bra, letting her breasts swing free.

Taking her hard nipples in his fingers, Mark pulled and twisted them, until Mary groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She could feel her pussy leaking into her panties, making them cling to her shaved skin. The smell of her pussy seemed to fill the room, sharper and muskier than a young girl’s. She slurped greedily on Mark’s cock, stuffing the length of him into her mouth until she almost gagged on the head as she took it into the back of her throat.

Mark stepped back and pushed Mary down onto the bed, pulling her bra off to fully reveal her breasts. Straddling her belly, he leaned over her and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck hard. As he Antep Bayan Escort moved his mouth over her swollen globes, Mark would suckle and bit, leaving a tiny series of angry bruises on her creamy flesh.

“God yes, bite me, bite my tits.” Mary moaned

Mark leaned further over and began to suckle Mary’s other nipple. She writhed beneath him as he sucked and bit at her tender breast, leaving another trail of tiny, angry marks. Mary could feel the sparks of dark, perverse, pleasure ripping through her nerves and settling to kindle the heat in her pussy. Her juices oozed into her panties, soaking the thin material and gluing it to her bald pussy.

Mark reached down between her thighs and pressed his fingers against the material, feeling the wetness soaking through. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he jerked his hand downwards, so sharply that they tore off her body. Mary knew that he was going to take her roughly and use her for his own pleasure. The image of his cock being rammed viciously into her filled her with lust and she groaned, deep within her throat. She reached down, groping for his cock and Mark grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. He thrust his knee between her thighs and forced them apart, the tip of his cock leaving a damp, slimy trail over her belly. Mary knew that she was dripping wet, but also that her pussy was still tight from the months without Mark. She shook her head desperately

“Mark, no. Go slowly, or you’ll hurt me.” Mary pleaded.

Mark grinned and ignored her plea. Mary realised then that she would be powerless to stop him. Suddenly, her fantasy of being raped was starting to come true. Mary willed herself to resist, but the thought of his cock being driven hard into her pussy kept filling her mind and robbing her of the will to fight him off. She felt the head of his cock nestling between the dripping lips of her pussy as he guided it towards her tight passage. Mary tried to get her feet onto the bed, but only managed to open her pussy wider. Mark leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear.

“I’ve dreamed of pushing my cock into your cunt every night for a whole term and you aren’t going to make me wait a moment longer.” Mark almost growled into her ear.

Hiss words brought another gush from her already bubbling pussy and, as the slippery liquid anointed the head of his cock, Mark rammed the whole length as deep into her pussy as he could go. Mary felt herself pinned to the bed as Mark’s cock pierced her. She thought, at first, that he was about to split her open but as the first flash of pain subsided and she felt his thick cock filling her pussy, she began gushing over his cock again. Mark could feel her pussy bubbling and boiling over his cock and he rested for a moment, closing his eyes as he felt her gripping him tightly.

Mark rested his weight on his arms and began to rock his hips, easing his cock back until it almost slipped out of her pussy and then driving it hard and deep. Mary groaned deep in her throat as she felt his thick cock filling her. Mark slowly slid his cock in and out of her pussy, working his hard shaft deeper and deeper into her. Mary’s limbs were trembling as the sensation of her young lover fucking her hard ripped along her nerves. Mark took a deep breath and rammed his cock as far into her as he could, pinning her to the bed with his thrust. Mary could not hold back and screamed as she gushed over his cock.

Mark pulled out of her pussy and roughly turned Mary onto her belly. She bent her legs, so that she could lift her dripping pussy for him to fuck it from behind. Mark knelt behind her and ran the tip of his cock along the swollen lips of her bald pussy. Mary moaned and lifted her ass higher. Mark took the base of his cock in his hand and guided the head between Mary’s buttocks. Looking back, over her shoulder, Mary shook her head weakly. Mark leaned closer so that she could hear his whisper clearly.

“I’m going to fuck your ass with my hard cock. You’re going to take me right in your back door.” Mark hissed into her ear.

Mary knew that even though her ass was flabby, her anus was tight. Until mark had fucked her ass before he went to university, Mary had been an anal virgin. Mark pushed the head of his cock against the tight ring of her anus. Mary gasped and bore down as though she wanted to empty her bowels. Mark’s cock slipped inside, stretching her tightly. Mary whimpered as he pushed firmly, forcing the swollen knob deep into her. She could feel him filling her with his cock as he plunged it deeper into her. Her fingers curled into fists as she gripped the sheets, whimpering with tears in her eyes. Mark looked down at his cock sinking into the puckered rosebud between her ass cheeks and pushed more deeply. The soft fuzz on his sac pressed against her bare, dripping pussy as he pushed deeper.

Mark watched her ass gripping his hard cock tightly as he eased it in and out, streaks of brown from her ass smeared along the length. Mary could feel her nipples scraping against the bedclothes as Mark rammed his hard length into her ass. She could feel the heat of his cock burning as he plunged it to the depth of her bowels.

“You like that?” Andrew demanded, “You like my cock in your filthy ass?”

“Yes,” Mary moaned, “fuck my ass, ram your cock in my shitter.”

Mark could feel her back passage clenching tight around his cock, as he pulled right back, before slamming his cock into her as hard as he could. Mary grunted like an animal in heat, thrusting back at him as Mark fucked her. He could feel her body tremble as he worked the length of his cock between the cheeks of her ass, pounding into her with long, vicious thrusts. Mary could feel the heat in her pussy as her juices oozed over the tops of her thighs. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his cock filling her ass as Mark rammed it into her. She lifted herself on her arms and looked down her body. As her heavy breasts swung, she could glimpse her dripping pussy and Marks tight balls as he rammed his cock into her.

Mark gave a hard thrust, knocking Mary back onto the bed and his hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her onto his cock. She could feel his cock swell and begin to jerk inside her, hot wads of cum splashing into her ass, mingling with her own filth. She could feel a burning sting from each spurt, and a little of his cum seeped out of her asshole and down the back of her thighs leaving dirty, slimy, smears on her white skin.

Mark slid his cock, still firm, out of her ass and roughly turned her onto her back. Straddling her, he caught her breasts between his thighs and grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to look at his cock.

“Now darling, I don’t know whether to fuck your tits or your mouth.” Mark growled.

Mary just looked at the cum and shit smeared over his cock and tried to shake her head. Mark’s grip was too tight and tears sprang to her eyes from the pain as her hair tugged at her scalp. She opened her mouth to protest and Mark thrust his hips forward so that the tip of his cock slipped into her mouth. Mary closed her lips around the head and ran the tip of her tongue over the velvety skin. She suddenly felt incredibly dirty as she sucked her own shit from her lover’s stiffening cock and she groaned in lust as she began to clean him off. The bitter taste of her own filth mixed with his sweet cum excited her and she began to suck on him greedily. Mark looked down as she strained to suck his cock to the back of her throat.

Mark quickly climbed off her breasts and turned around, so that his mouth was almost touching her smooth pussy and the tip of his cock was between her lips again. Slowly Mark ran the tip of his tongue along her pussy and pushed his cock into Mary’s mouth. She could feel him filling her as he pressed deeper, the tip of his cock sliding over her tongue. Her eyes watered and she gagged a little as she swallowed the head of his cock. Mark sucked hard on her clit, drawing it from beneath the hood covering it and nipping it with his teeth. Mary spasmed beneath him, thrusting her head forward and almost choking on the hard shaft of Mark’s cock.

Mark licked her sopping pussy, pushing two fingers deep into her and working them back and forth. Mary could barely breathe but still sucked his cock greedily. Mark pulled his fingers out of her pussy and smeared the creamy juices all over his hand. Bunching his fingers together, he slowly forced four fingers into her, stretching her over his fingers and then easing his bunched palm into her. Mary moaned around his cock, gulping him into her throat and gobbling his meat greedily.

“Now I’m going to fist your cunt.” Mark informed Mary.

Bunching his fingers and thumb together, he pushed slowly, forcing his hand into her pussy. Mary groaned, opening her mouth around his cock and letting Mark slide a little deeper into her throat. Mark watched as his hand slid inside Mary’s pussy, right up to his wrist. Mary could feel his hand filling her and stretching her pussy until it was almost tearing. Mark worked his hand in and out, pressing the bones in his wrist against her hard, erect, clit. Her pussy, already dripping, gushed over his hand again and again.

Mark slowly curled his fingers into a fist, feeling his knuckles pushing against the walls of Mary’s pussy. Slowly but forcefully Mark pushed his fist as deeply as he could, turning and twisting it as he did so. Mary could hold back no longer and clamping her lips around his cock held him buried in her throat as she gulped on his meat while she came, shatteringly, soaking the bedclothes.

Mark’s cock jerked in her throat as he sprayed the last of his cum into her belly. She could feel him softening as he eased his clenched fist out of her pussy, leaving her spread and gaping on the bed with pussy juice trickling between her thighs and down the crack of her ass to make a sticky puddle on the bed. Mark rolled off her and lay on the bed next to her. Mary leaned over and grasped his cock, still damp from her mouth and kissed him, so that she could taste their cum.

“Mark, stay with me all night, please, and fuck me again.” Mary asked, in her best little-girl voice.

Mark said nothing, just pulled the blankets over them and rested his hand on her bare, oozing pussy.

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