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Smoke from Annika’s cigarette curled upwards in that peculiar way that it does when the air in a room is perfectly still; rippling slowly at the base from the heat, then straightening into a long, twisting line until it permeates the atmosphere, ceasing to exist.

She sat in the dark, staring at the computer screen, one hand on the mouse, the other holding an empty wineglass on her leg, palm covering the top, rocking the base in circular motions into the fleshy top of her thigh. She was still wearing her work clothes, a grey business suit and a silk blouse, black hose, shoes kicked off in the corner. The only sound in the room was her old alarm clock, ticking off the seconds as the time passed two a.m.

For nearly five weeks she had been corresponding by e-mail with a person she’d never met face to face. It could have been a regular man, as he purported to be, or it could have been a lesbian who got off on imitating men, or just some freak in cyberspace looking for something to do, or someone’s head to fuck with. She didn’t care; she was riveted. Despite her better instincts, she had become addicted to his daily messages.

The exchanges had started out as a casual response to a personal ad she had put up on Yahoo; no picture, just a description of a young female accountant seeking a man who could take her mind off of work at the end of the day. The responses she got were not encouraging until one day a man calling himself Antonio sent her a note she couldn’t refuse to answer. And soon, he, and the e-mails he sent, were controlling her life.

It wasn’t that Annika wasn’t pretty; she was, by any standard, a naturally good looking woman. She had a pretty face and olive skin, with strong dark eyes surrounded by shoulder length black hair. Her figure was naturally slim, and she had no trouble attracting men. She rollerbladed, spent time with her one or two close girlfriends, and tried Maltepe Escort to improve herself by taking Italian lessons and visiting museums.

Annika had, in fact, dated many men, nearly all of whom had she had judged as ultimately not worth her company. As an accountant for Big Six firm in Manhattan, Annika spent most of her evenings working late, keeping her boss happy and earning herself a reputation as a career woman. What little free time she did have she didn’t feel like wasting in smoky bars, talking with drunk men who were more interested in getting into her panties than into understanding who she was. She simply couldn’t seem to find that special guy who could take her mind off of work when she came home from the office, and inspire her intellectually.

That is, until she found Antonio on the internet. His nightly missive started like this:

“I’m on my hands and knees, naked, my bronzed skin covered in the humid heat of a hot summer night. My head is hanging between my arms, blindfold on. I am exhausted from your beatings, my back and ass red with pain, my breath labored, eyes watering with pain.

You are sitting backwards on my spine, also naked except for a leather bustier and black stiletto heals. Your labia lips are straddling a particularly large vertebra in my backbone, your clit on the top of its highest point, being pressed into your vagina with constant pleasure. You are oiling-up a huge, black-flesh colored dildo with your hands, stroking the fake cock up and down with the saliva-like lubricant.”

Annika immediately began to feel her vagina moisten. It had gone on like this for weeks. He had first written to her, explaining that to find excitement at the end of the day, she could not expect an ordinary man to fulfill her extraordinary expectations. She needed intellectual excitement, not long walks in the park and honesty.

Antonio Kartal Escort continued.

“You lean over, open your mouth and let some spit slowly run out of your red lips onto my asshole in a long, white string, collecting in the tiny pink folds of my anus. Grasping the dildo with both hands, you gently press it against my anus, swirling the tip in your spit. I groan in expectation of the pain to come, and then, in one swift movement, you shove the head of the cock into my ass, as I scream out, white slivers of pain-induced lightning shooting across my eyeslids.”

Annika put the wineglass on the desk and reached under her already moistened pantyhose. Her finger found her clit and slowly began its all too familiar motion.

“You twist the phallic rubber by its balls, slipping it around in my ass with ease in the spit and lubricant. I scream in excruciating pain, and you laugh at my weakness, slowly plunging the full length of the rubber cock into me until its balls meet mine. You draw it all the way out as my gaping ass slowly gathers itself together, only to plunge it in again, driving it deep, in and out like a prisoner being initiated to the rights of jail. I wail with pain as you sadistically brutalize me, again and again and again, each time plunging the cock into me harder, faster and deeper.”

Annika set the mouse aside and pulled down her pantyhose with both hands. She reached into the desk and pulled out a small pink vibrator, twisting it on, replacing it where her hand had been. She grabbed the mouse and began to scroll down.

“Soon I am trembling with pain, begging for you to stop. You shove the dildo up to its hilt in my ass and hold it there with the palm of your hand, while with your other hand, you reach underneath my groin and begin to stroke my cock. Your hot, greased hand makes me so hard my cock aches with blood as you alternate stroking Kurtköy Escort my cock and plunging the dildo into my ass.

“You warn me not to cum, but soon the sensation is too strong and I let out a moan of pleasure as my semen begins to shoot onto the wooden floor. But as soon as it flows, you grip my cock with all your might, cutting off the flow the flow of cum, causing excruciating pain in my groin, ending all sexual pleasure. You jam the dildo into me with all your weight and lean on it with the palm of your hand.

WEAKLING!!” You scream at me for my incivilitude.”

Annika’s heart was pounding now, an orgasm right around the corner.

“I shudder with weakness as my limbs tremble, and suddenly my world goes black as I buckle and collapse on the floor, passing out in pain. You laugh once again, kicking me with your heal, leaving a red dimple in my back, as excess cum dribbles out of my now limp cock.

“You pull the dildo out of my ass, wiping its length with one swipe of your thumb and forefinger, flicking the excess lubricant onto my limp body.

“You place its rubber base against the floor and straddle the head, mounting it like a horse, riding it up and down, bouncing on your knees, holding it in place with your hands. It fills your cunt like no man could, spreading your vagina unbelievably wide. You bounce on the dildo stare at my limp body, covered in sweat, cum, and lubricant, and soon a screaming orgasm washes over you. You’re half laughing, half crying in hysterics, your juices turning into white foam on the edges of cock as you bounce up and down. Soon too, you feel the blood draining from your head as you pass out into a crumpled heap by my side in exhaustion, covered in sweat.”

Annika’s orgasm had started two paragraphs before the end and just kept coming as she finished the story. She was out of breath, wondering to herself who Antonio was, and why, night after night, he wrote such stories, each time taking her mind to new sexual heights than ever before. All she could do before falling asleep was write a simple, eloquent note of thanks to her lover, whoever he was, telling him write again tomorrow.

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June Winters stirred her coffee idly, staring out the window at the snow. Never had her surname seemed more apropos. Snow lay on the ground outside, drifted three and four feet high here and there, though mostly it was about two feet. More snow was coming down. Not a hard, driving blizzard, but not a postcard picture that fell on nose and eyelashes, as the old musical had it. More to the point, her name also mirrored her mood; she was in a winter of discontent.

The problem was her life. She was married, had a lovely daughter, Jennifer; a comfortable home, a thoughtful and attentive husband. The problem was that her husband, Jim, was… well, in a word, boring. He was thirty-nine, beginning to go bald a little, growing a bit of a paunch. They both had memberships at Fitness World, though June was the only one of them who went regularly. It paid dividends, though; her figure was still as trim as it had been the day Jenny had been conceived. Jennifer, just turned eighteen, had her mother’s fair skin, blonde tresses and shapely build as well the energy and athleticism of youth which served her well on her high school’s cheer team. June sighed slightly as the old secret suspicion turned over in her mind. She’d borne Jennifer eight months after she’d married Jim and she still sometimes wondered if Jennifer’s stunning beauty came in part from her school’s senior year’s football captain, Todd, rather than her husband’s loins. Still he was a good man, kindly and loving, and he did try to please her… just he didn’t succeed very often anymore. He was the quintessential middle-aged American family man, complete with the quintessential American family. Really, the only outlier was that they’d never had another child – which was another reason why June suspected Jennifer was in fact not Jim’s daughter.

The snow was definitely picking up, and her daughter wasn’t home from school yet. Jenny had been coming home later and later over the past couple of months, though she was certainly on top of her marks and was in vivacious good health. Jim had already texted to say his flights were delayed and not to expect him home that night, so June was just waiting for her absent daughter to arrive.

An unfamiliar car pulled into the driveway behind her Toyota minivan, a cheerful blue Mercedes hardtop coupe. Her daughter – fair-skinned, blue-eyed, vivacious and all-American sexy – jumped out of the passenger side, swinging her backpack onto one shoulder while her platinum ponytail swung around exuberantly, then she bounced – no other word for it – around the front of the car and in long, flashing strides came up the snow-drifted sidewalk. More sedately, the driver emerged as well – a striking, handsome woman of colour. She had an arresting look; her hair was nearly the same platinum as Jennifer’s though coiffed in a close-cropped style with only the center long and curled rather like a horse’s mane, which made a striking contrast with the rich chocolate colour of her skin. She moved with confidence and purpose, and June found herself irrationally intimidated. This was a woman who was in charge of herself.

Her daughter flung the front door open and called, “Mom! I’m home!” as June came around the corner. Jenny tossed her coat on the chair in the front hall and dropped her backpack next to it, then half-turned, one hand flung negligently toward the woman following – who, at least, had stopped on the front step with a look known to all parents; a slight smile of amused resignation at impetuous youth.

“Please, come in,” June asked her; she couldn’t very well leave the woman standing on the step and shut the door in her face. Common politeness demanded she at least acknowledge the woman, introduce herself, since she was evidently someone well-known to her daughter.

“Mom, this is Miss Malleo,” her undutiful daughter informed her. “She’s my English teacher and offered me a ride home because of the snow.” Jenny swiftly undid the elastic holding her hair back in a ponytail and shook it out, producing a shimmering fall over her shoulders, then swiftly smoothed it back and re-confined it. Two spots of colour rode her cheeks and a happy little smile played over her lips as she smoothed her school blazer down, then the mid-thigh plaid skirt. For the barest instant she glanced back at Miss Malleo, lips slightly parted, then turned back and threw her arms around her mother in a warm hug.

June laughed lightly, returning her daughter’s embrace, then disentangled herself and offered her hand to the gorgeous ebony woman in her front hall. “Hello, and welcome. I’m June Winters. Let me get your coat, then come in to the living room.” Jenny hip-bumped the kitchen door, letting it swing closed behind her as the teacher stepped in and neatly knocked snow from her elegant black boots.

Warm brown eyes above a generous mouth smiled as the teacher replied, “Thank you so much. I was worried that Jenny might not get home easily, given the weather, so Maltepe Escort I said I’d give her a ride.” Something in her voice… it was rich and warm and throaty, and June shivered involuntarily. She shook herself as Jenny’s English teacher added, “Please, call me Sheera,” and followed June in.

Her unexpected guest stood on the threshold of the living room for a moment, hands folded, then unerringly moved to Jim’s armchair and seated herself. From the kitchen came the sounds of clinking and the soft whistle of a kettle, and June flushed for a moment. “Excuse me, please, Sheera. I’ll go get us all something to warm up with.”

“Thank you,” she replied, and June flushed again at that incredible voice. “I’d very much like something warm and sweet.” Something about her voice, the intonation, the words made June pause at the entryway to the kitchen and glance back, but Sheera was simply sitting there, relaxed, one long booted leg crossed over the other.

What was happening? June shooed her daughter out to go upstairs and change, and took charge of making tea. There was something about Sheera Malleo that was… different, and yet try as she might, June couldn’t put her finger on it. The English teacher was striking, no question – taller than June or Jenny, definitely taller than Jim. Although a rich, warm brown in colour, her features seemed more classically Caucasian than African. Maybe it was her outfit? Her turtleneck sweater was simplicity itself, though June would have bet her month’s housekeeping money it was at least high three figures. Likewise her knee-high boots and close-fitting slacks; even her warm duffle coat – June would have given long odds that her guest’s entire outfit cost well north of four or five thousand dollars. Apparently English teachers did very well for themselves. It was her manner, mostly, June decided. Sheera has poise, class and elegance. She knew exactly who she was, where she belonged, where she was going and what she wanted. She was not… adrift.

Sheera was wonderfully easy to talk with. She was clever with words – well, in an English teacher, what else would you expect? – seemed to have a ready command of the main events of the world, and conversed in a warm, intimate manner, as if she and June had known each other all their lives. She was full of praise for Jennifer as a student and an athlete, speaking in glowing terms of her daughter’s performance on the cheer team as well as in English. When June asked, Sheera chuckled in that amazing, throaty voice of hers. “Oh, well you see, I’m also the girls’ physical education instructor for the time being, as their regular one has had to take an indefinite leave of absence.” She’d shrugged. “I certainly don’t mind; I enjoy fitness myself and I took kinesthesiology and body mechanics as a minor in university while I was doing my education masters.”

June flushed again, silently comparing Sheera’s attainments with her own. She’d not gone to college, having married Jim at eighteen and shortly after given birth to Jenny. Still, she remembered wistfully her love of English literature, and so turned the topic in that direction. Thus it was that they passed a very agreeable visit of an hour or more; in fact, June was brought back to earth, so to speak, when Jenny came downstairs in a pretty dress to inform her mother that she’d finished her homework, and to ask if she should start supper? “And can Miss Malleo stay? I looked outside again and it’s snowing real bad now,” she finished.

“‘It’s snowing very badly’, Jenny,” Sheera and June spoke simultaneously, then laughed together. Sheera sat back in Jim’s armchair, raising her teacup to her lips as June stood and went to the window. It was, indeed, snowing very badly now; there was already half a foot of snow on the roof of Sheera’s car. “Improper syntax or not,” she turned to look at their guest, “Jenny’s right that it’s bad weather. Please stay to supper, and -” she flushed again “- given how much worse it’s become, you’re welcome to stay the night. We have a guest room you can use and that may be safer than trying to drive in this. My husband won’t be home tonight either,” she finished. Now why did I say that? she asked herself as Sheera stood and joined her at the window. The teacher’s face lost its smile and became grave as she considered the snow, now coming down in hard-driving gusts.

“Thank you, June, Jenny,” she replied. “I wish I could reasonably say, ‘Oh, I’ll be fine’ and go home, but you’re right. It’s not fit for man nor beast out there, and I’d much rather accept your kind offer than try my luck on the roads now. Hopefully by tomorrow it will have blown over and the roads will be cleared.”

The evening passed oddly swiftly, oddly slowly. Sheera was consistently the perfect, thoughtful guest, deferring to her hostess – and yet, somehow, both Jenny and June found themselves following her lead. It was rather as if Sheera was a star, and they the planets orbiting, basking in her light Kartal Escort and warmth. Supper over, they spend the evening watching a movie – again, Sheera without hesitation chose Jim’s seat in the family room, and June and Jenny found themselves on either side of her – but neither mother nor daughter felt it odd. Indeed, June found the fact that it felt normal to be odd; surely she should’ve reacted somehow to Sheera’s unquestioned, unchallenged assumption? It disturbed her, too, that Jim’s absence seemed… right.

Sheera stood and stretched after the movie, and turned to June. “Thank you very much, both of you, for your hospitality. I’m afraid I really should call it a night, though. If you’ll both excuse me…?”

Jenny bounced up. “I’ll show you the guest room, and where the towels and stuff is,” she offered. “Are, I mean,” she amended herself with a giggle.

June remained behind as daughter and teacher left the room, her thoughts and emotions a roiling tumble. Sheera was… well, she was something else. June had never felt any interest in girls, but after an evening in Sheera’s company, she was beginning to understand the attraction. The teacher was magnetic, almost hypnotic. No wonder Jenny was doing so well in her English classes and gym; with a teacher like that to look up to, and who clearly took an interest in return, it would be odd if she wasn’t eager to excel.

She wandered upstairs to the kitchen, still in something of a brown study, and poured herself a cup of coffee. A curious, intriguing enigma, Sheera Malleo was. A thought struck her – what sort of name was ‘Malleo’? It sounded like it might be vaguely European… but she couldn’t place it. Not French, definitely; probably not Spanish… Italian, perhaps? Or Greek? Yet Sheera’s English was impeccable – again, as you would expect in an English teacher. And her voice was amazing… every time Sheera had spoken, either to her or her daughter, she’d felt like someone’s fingers were walking down her spine, touching her in secret places. That voice was definitely part of her charisma, and that charisma was incredible. She felt very certain that Sheera could have given her orders, and that she would have cheerfully, willingly obeyed them.

A small sigh escaped her as she placed the empty cup in the dishwasher and started the cycle, then made her way upstairs to the master bedroom. A quick shower and then to bed… and she might just have to have some personal time before she turned the lights out. She undressed quickly then took her shower, already enjoying a slow, pleasant tingle in anticipation. Clean and ready for bed, she came out, and paused. Something was making an odd sound, just barely at the threshold of hearing through the well-soundproofed door.

Her curiosity piqued, she shrugged into her robe, a creamy satin-and-lace indulgence that she’d bought for herself, and for Jim, a couple of years ago in an effort to re-kindle the flames. The master bedroom was at the end of the hall; Jenny’s room was next to it, and the guest room on the other side. On silent, bare feet she padded down the hall, fingers nervously twining in the belt holding her robe closed.

The sound was louder now, and tantalizingly familiar… a rhythmic squeaking, now that she was out in the hall. The noise sounded like it was coming from Jenny’s bedroom…? For some reason her mouth was dry, her heart pounding in her chest with some nameless anticipation. She could hear muffled voices now, too indistinct for words, even at the door to her daughter’s room – and then, as she laid her hand on the doorknob, as she turned it, as she heard the muted snik of the latch, sudden memory flooded her; the squeaking sound… the sound of a mattress, Todd’s bed, eighteen years ago, and him above her… her thighs spread wide, either side of him, her knees supported by his hands, and a look of concentration on his face; her hands on his shoulders, her mouth making inarticulate, mewling noises of need and want and desire; and the swift, pounding rhythm of him inside her, taking her with urgent lust… that was the sound coming from her daughter’s bedroom now, as she pushed the door open.

She stopped short, her hands flying to her mouth at the sight that greeted her. Her daughter’s peaches-and-cream beauty, utterly naked on her bed. Her head hanging over the edge of the bed, hair fanned out in a golden fall of glory onto the floor. Her firm young breasts bouncing, capped with pale, stiff, hard nipples. Her toned tummy… her strong young legs, spread wide. And between them – oh, God, between them… Sheera. Her short, platinum shock of hair, her beautifully sculpted face and warm brown eyes looking down at Jenny… her strong hands on her daughter’s hips, muscles rippling, bunching under the dark velvet of her skin; her breasts also bouncing, swaying enticingly, the dark pegs of her nipples hard, lifting twin golden-arrow piercings. June’s eyes followed down helplessly, drawn inexorably… Kurtköy Escort Sheera’s taut, firm six-pack abs flexing, her hips moving… and dear God in heaven, a penis, a dark, thick, brown penis… wrist-thick – no, arm-thick, veined, gleaming wetly… and that impossible penis was plunging deep into her daughter, God it was making her daughter’s firm belly bulge; she could see the bulge moving with every lustful, primal thrust… Sheera was fucking Jenny, fucking her daughter… fucking her with a powerful cock that put every other penis June had ever seen to shame, driving into her! That massive prod utterly dwarfed Jim’s, and June’s mouth watered at the thought of it… her eyes swam and suddenly she saw herself in Jenny’s place, mouth open, moaning in lust… and Sheera taking her with that god-like tool.

Sheera’s head came up, her eyes unfocussed, and a long, low groan escaped from her, in synchronicity with Jenny’s wail of “Oh my God, Mistress… cum in meeeeeee!!!”, and as June’s mesmerized gaze locked on their union, she saw the flexing of Sheera’s tree-trunk of a cock, saw the added distortion of the bulge distending her daughter’s belly as her cock flexed, and the look of complete, ecstatic release on daughter and teacher alike. June knew that look well; she’d seen it on Todd’s face the night he and she – as she suspected – had made Jenny; she’d seen it on her husband’s face when he spent within her… and yet, different, because even Todd – strong, handsome, virile Todd – had lasted only seconds – half a minute, at most… three or four shuddering contractions powering three or four quick spurts. Sheera, though… already a minute or more had passed, and still that hungry, consuming intensity surrounded her, while June’s numbed mind automatically counted the grunting gasps as the English teacher’s cock flexed with each powerful release! A sudden detail leapt out at her – there was no sign of a condom! Almost immediately some inane part of her mind asked, Where would you even find a condom to fit a cock like that? even as the horrified parent in her realized that her daughter’s English teacher was cumming inside her little girl; realized that thick cream was surging up Sheera’s cock and spilling… no, not spilling; pumping into Jenny, as if a fire hose had been shoved inside her and the bail opened wide, flooding Jenny with a gushing geyser of semen!

“Yes, yeeeess!” Sheera’s throaty shout filled the room! “Take it, take my seed! Nnngghhhh!!!” The teacher’s teeth gleamed whitely in her face, showing as her lips drew back while she spent herself in orgasm! “So deliciously tight…! Take it all, my sexy little fuckslut, my Jenny!!! This is what you’re meant for, sweet little bitch; you need this… you need my black baby batter in your tight little white cunt!!! Take it like the black cock slut you are!!!”

June’s head swam and she staggered, leaning against the door frame, watching helplessly as the English teacher’s eruption continued, and in seconds she saw a creamy froth as the thick brown piston of Sheera’s penis rammed into her daughter over and over in the grip of primal rut, each powerful thrust forcing the excess out! That froth only served to underscore – as if Sheera were openly bragging of her conquest – that there was indeed nothing to stop the torrential flood of white spooge from the mighty shaft violating her little girl! A thought ran through her mind, gibbering – surely a freak like Sheera, that must be only seminal fluid, please God, let it be only seminal fluid; she couldn’t possibly impregnate Jenny… and even as her conscious mind clutched to that desperate speculation as if it were flotsam to save her in a sea of madness, she knew, at a deeper level, that such hope was futile; the ebony cockgirl was far too vital for that. No… Sheera’s impossible, arm-thick penis was pumping potent, sperm-rich semen into her daughter, she knew… and judging from what she could see of the bulge Sheera’s powerful she-cock was making in her daughter’s pretty belly, that massive, girl-stretching shaft must have battered past Jenny’s cervix and thick, baby-making cream must be erupting from the gaping cum-pipe in Sheera’s dark glans into her very womb!

Slowly she slid down the door frame, hitting the floor with a thump, her legs splayed apart, her robe falling open, exposing her to Sheera’s lustful view. The ebony goddess’s frenetic pace slowed, and then she began to withdraw, her potent cock emerging from Jenny’s distended pussy, slick and glistening with cum and Jenny’s juices… the dark, brown helmet making a distinct ‘pop’ as it spread Jenny’s nether lips even wider to exit, and a thick string of semen linked the teacher’s penis and her daughter’s gaping vulva. June watched while Sheera’s hand closed around the base of her mighty tool with a horridly entrancing expertise, aiming it as if it were a weapon, and the last, fire-hose jet of white cream erupted, painting a long, obscene ripple that started low on her daughter’s mons, wove up over her tummy and breasts, and ended in a thick splatter over her lips, nose, one eye and into her hair… marked, almost contemptuously, by the dark-skinned t-girl who had so thoroughly plundered Jenny’s pale, jizz-leaking, peach-soft pussy.

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Somewhat early on a Saturday morning I was having a cup of coffee on my patio when I noticed a large cat looking at me.

It was between two of my flowerpots towards the back but my pots are placed in such a way I could see each plant well from my chair. I could see the cat well. The cat could tell I could see it.

It was a semi-longhaired charcoal grey cat that was a bit overweight. By the time I took my first sip of coffee it had relaxed. By the time I had finished half my cup it was sound asleep. It was definitely somebody’s cat; stray and feral cats would be on alert or gone.

When I finished my coffee and stood it opened its eyes and watched me go inside the house. About an hour later I saw it go through my picket fence and away from my patio. I had no idea how long it had been taking naps on my patio or if it was a first time for it but I kind of hoped it would come back. I live alone and sometimes any company at all is better than none.

I did my usual things on Saturday but did not see the cat the rest of the day. Sunday morning it was back. It raised its head when I sat in my patio chair then went back to sleep.

I felt insulted. All I merited was barely a glance?

I told it of my displeasure but all it did was tweak its ears.

“You are lucky I’m used to being ignored,” I said to it.

That didn’t even merit an ear flick. I resumed drinking my coffee and watched the hummingbirds and butterflies visit my flowers.

Soon enough it was Monday.

I was a schoolteacher and my first class isn’t until nine so I have time for coffee in my patio each day although earlier than on weekends. I was usually dressed and on the patio around seven and on my way to work by seven thirty. We did not have to be at work that early but I had a fifteen-minute drive and needed time to get ready.

The cat came sauntering in just as I was finishing my coffee. I said good morning and asked it to watch the house for me then left.

That went on for the whole week until the following Saturday when I went out at my usual eight AM.

The cat greeted me with a meow them went back to sleep.

“Yeah, what you said,” I answered its greeting and drank my coffee.

That next Sunday morning’s schedule included feeding the plants. I do that one at a time and have to walk past all the pots to do so.

I talked to the cat as I did but by the time I got to the cats usual spot it was gone. I finished my task without giving it a thought; well I did fell a bit silly talking to a cat that had already gone home.

After putting everything away I got another cup of coffee and went back to my chair on the patio.

The cat was in it.

“Hey, that’s my chair. Use the other one, ” I ordered.

“Meow,” she said.

Her indelicate position told me it was a female. I also saw that beneath the thick fur there was a collar with a tag. She had an owner.

I pulled the back of my chair up a bit and she spilled out of it and after another meow wandered back towards her usual spot. Water was seeping from beneath the pots so she turned back and jumped into my second chair. She was asleep in seconds.

I drank my coffee then went inside the house to write a story about cats. I did not notice when she left.

On Monday when she came over she jumped directly into the second chair and began some grooming.

“Must be nice to be able to reach down there,” I said.

She paused long enough to look at me and said, “Yes it is.”

At least that’s what I thought that meow meant.

She was asleep in the chair when I left.

The week continued like that until I made a mistake. That Friday I bought her a cat toy. It was a silly windup mouse I got at the dollar store that scooted along the patio floor.

I presented it to her the next Saturday morning and she loved it, pounced on it and waited for me to rewind it then pounced on it again.

That was when I realized I had made a mistake.

I got tired of being her servant and wound it up one last time then went into the house.

The following Sunday I looked around the patio but never found the thing. The cat stayed in the chair; apparently she knew I would not find it.

The following Friday I got her another toy, this one was a stuffed mouse with catnip inside.

She ignored it.

The mouse stayed on my patio until a heavy rain then it must have been washed away. I never found that one either.

I noticed that most of my conversations outside of school were with her. I noticed I was a bit more relaxed in my relaxedness. Cats have that reputation.

Two weeks later I bought her another toy, a feather on a string on a stick. Yes I knew I had to actively play with her but I got it anyway.

I spent a longer time with her on weekends and after the first feather thing unraveled I got another one.

Then she stopped coming over. I said fine and just sat in my patio chair. Two days later I walked around the neighborhood hoping not to see a squashed cat on the street. I got that wish but not the other.

A Ümraniye Escort month passed then one Saturday morning there she was on her chair. I said, “Where have you been? You didn’t write, you didn’t call.”

“Home, I’ve been home.”

At first I was astonished to hear her speak then it occurred to me to look behind me. A nice looking lady was standing there smiling at me,

Nobody smiles at me unless they want a tip or a higher grade on their report card. I just stared at her until the cat said, “Meow.”

“Oh, thank you for reminding me of my manners,” I said to the cat. Then to the woman I said, “Please come in and join us. Would you like some coffee?”

“If you already have it brewed yes please, one cream one sugar.”

On my way back to her with her coffee I noticed my hand was shaking and wondered why.

The cat was on her lap when I rejoined them. We sat in silence for a few moments as we enjoyed the brew then she said, “You have twenty two pots out here, and I have four. My patio looks like a cement patio with four plants. Yours looks like a tropical forest should.”

“Thank you, that was the plan. The two back rows are hibiscus, then gardenias, firecrackers, and vincas in front. That side of the fence has esperanzas and plumbagos. The other side has roses.

The hanging baskets have bougainvilleas.”

“It must hurt the eyes when they are all blooming at once.”

“Don’t know. That has never happened, not even just the hibiscus. I keep hoping though.”

I saw it happen but it did not register until it had already happened, the cat got off her lap, walked across the patio table, then settled on my lap.

“Wow, she has never done that. She hides when anyone is around especially men. Have you been feeding her?”

“No. I didn’t know what her diet was.”

“But it was you that got her the wind-up and the catnip mice.”

“Yes I…..how do you know about that?”

“She brought them home.”

“Oh.”

“Her name is Grace by the way and she is not supposed to get out of my house. It took me three weeks to find how she did that and now she can’t. This morning I decided to see where she was howling about she needed to go so I followed her. I just knew she had a boyfriend.”

“She does but she is safe here.”

“But I don’t want her to… Oh, you mean you. Sorry.

My name is Felice by the way.”

“Hi, I’m Mike. I take it you two live close by.”

“Yes, two carports that way. Do you know the ladies that live between us?”

“No. I say hello to my next door neighbor and move her trash can into her carport when it is on the street but the one past her I wouldn’t recognize if I saw her.”

“You are not a friendly person?”

“No, I’m not but I am not unfriendly. My colleagues call me reserved.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m an intermediate school science teacher.”

“Really? Me too. You must be at the new one. I am at the old one.”

“On Monday do me a favor and tell Jim he is still uglier than me.”

“I’m not getting into that kind of argument. I like Jim even with that ugly beard anyway.”

“Ow. Grace bit me.”

“You stopped petting her. She might be a bit spoiled.”

“Yes, she might. More coffee?”

“Yes, please. This is good stuff. What is it?”

“Café DuMond.”

“Did you get it in New Orleans?”

“No, at the Hong Kong market.”

“Now that is weird.”

Soon the three of us were in my living room and both Grace and Felice went straight to my marine aquarium.

“Please sit in the rocking chair while I brew another pot of coffee.”

When I got back Grace was pawing at my large Queen angel that was gliding past her just to irritate her.

“That is a gorgeous queen angel. How long have you had it?”

“Five years. In fact the last fish I put in there was three years ago and that was the green scat. He was about the size of a nickel then.”

“He is as big as a saucer plate now. I thought they were freshwater fish.”

“Brackish water as juveniles and marine as adults but it has been fine in there since he was little and he still has a lot of growing to do.”

Somewhere along the day we had lunch at my house then walked to her house and had some wine as we sat on her patio.

“Do you have a girlfriend that is going to kill me when she finds out we spent the day together?”

“No, You are safe in that regard. Am I going to get punched out?”

“No, you are very safe in that regard.”

In the ensuing silence our hands accidentally touched. Neither of us withdrew them.

After an hour or so of revealing minor embarrassments about ourselves I said, “This has been the longest conversation I have ever had with anybody. You now know more about me than anybody else knows. I better go home before I start on the sordid stuff.”

“Ooh, can’t wait until you get to it. I have enjoyed your company all day too and I see why Grace loves you.

You now know more about me than anyone else does but I will wait to reveal the sordid stuff Anadolu yakası Escort until you do.”

“In that case it will be at my earliest opportunity. Good night,” I said.

She seemed to expect a kiss so I kissed her cheek. She blushed and said good night as I walked out her gate.

That night I masturbated for the first time in weeks then jacked off a second time for the first time in a couple of years. That one was because it dawned on me that she blushed because she felt my erection when I kissed her. She had not backed away from it.

She was short, salt and pepper hair, wore no make-up but was very cute. She wore glasses that made her look older than she was which I had decided was her mid forties just like me.

I was by no means a hunk but I was better than I had been five years before. Having a garden and a low carb diet had taken away my beer gut and lard ass. I had resumed pacing the classroom all through each class.

I still had all of my now somewhat graying red hair.

My glasses were stylish my daughter had said when she picked them out for me at the optometrist.

She then told me she knew her mother had cheated on me often and loved me a lot for staying home until she went away to college.

She had not invited her mother to her wedding.

“She would like Felice,” I thought.

That Sunday morning Grace was back and sat on my lap as I drank my coffee. Felice joined us about thirty minutes later. She kissed my cheek before she took my now empty mug and went into the house. She returned with two cups.

Somehow that felt normal.

We sat and drank our coffee and talked about our jobs and how bored we were before school had resumed and commented on how that contrasted with the previous May when we wanted school to end more than the kids did. We talked about the neighbors and mutual friends at our schools. I learned that she loved baseball.

I told her about my daughter.

“You look nice,” I said perhaps two hours later. I had meant to say it as soon as she had come over but had delayed it for some unknown reason.

“Thank you.” she said, “Take me to lunch at one of the bay restaurants. I never go out to eat alone so I seldom go out to eat and I feel like staring at the sea.”

“I will get dressed,” I said.

She was wearing a white sundress and sandals. Her hair looked nice and she may have been wearing make-up.

I put on slacks and a polo shirt and wore the sneakers that looked like shoes. When I came out of the bedroom she was in the kitchen rinsing out the coffee mugs.

“I took Grace home,” she said.

I nodded and asked, “Ready?”

She nodded, kissed my cheek and went out the door. I opened my car door for her and we drove to the restaurants.

“Either in particular?” I asked.

“The one away from the bridge will be quieter.”

It was early enough we could choose our table. We ordered sweet tea and looked at our menus.

“What is good here?” she asked.

“I don’t know, this is my first time in this restaurant. I am going to order the grilled mahi-mahi and shrimp, it fits my diet.”

“I am going to cheat on mine, I want the same thing except fried.”

“You are a risk taker.”

“Only at the oddest times,” she said.

We ordered then I asked her, “How did you know I would take you to lunch?”

“I think you like me as much as I like you and I already know you do your best not to disappoint anyone, but I have to tell it took every bit of courage for me to ask. Thanks.”

She then gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I guess I showed surprise because she said, “What? I’m on a winning streak.”

I laughed and held her hand in mine.

The girl bringing our tea was a former student of hers and was flabbergasted to see her teacher on a date.

Felice said, “She is surprised because the rumors at the school say I am a lesbian.”

“Well that rumor is in jeopardy now.”

“I don’t know about that. I love eating pussy.”

“We have that in common,” I said after not too long a pause.

She smiled and kissed my lips again. “Yes, but are you any good at it?”

“Don’t know, my ex seldom allowed me to eat her. I later learned it was because she had another man’s cum in her so I stopped everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

“For how long?”

“Three years, until our daughter graduated from high school.”

“Then you went crazy.”

“No, by then my urgings had been transferred to food and beer. I was too much of a slob for any woman.

Three years later my daughter told me that when I walked her down the aisle I had to look as good as she did.

I tried my best but she still was the most beautiful person there.”

“So I’m your first date in six years?”

“Longer than that.”

“Are you going to ravish me?”

“Oh I hope so.”

She giggled and we made room for our plates.

Neither of us was happy with our lunch. I had eaten less than a quarter of the fish and just two shrimp. Felice had eaten less İstanbul Escort than me.

“The fish place downtown is open now. Let’s go there,” I said.

“As soon as possible please,” she said.

I paid the bill as Felice voiced our disappointment with the food and left. When we got downtown finding a parking place was difficult. I asked Felice to go in and try to get us a table and ended up parking behind the office building. There were several cars there.

When I walked in my name was being called. We were led to a table for two and ordered the same thing we had ordered at the bay front restaurant. The differences were like night and day. We gushed about our food then gushed about each other’s food.

The chef came over and asked us if we liked his cooking. Felice stood and kissed his cheek and I thought, “Why not” and kissed his other cheek.

“I though you were not going to do that anymore?” the other chef asked him. Her smile told us she was just kidding him so Felice kissed her on the lips.

“I thought you said you were not going to do that anymore?”

“No, I would never lie to you,” then kissed Felice right back.

Then she said, “By the way I cook all the fish here.”

The other chef growled at her and she swatted his butt and ran.

As we sat back down I noted that our public display had caused little stir in the place except somebody threw a french-fry at him as he chased after her.

Felice said that the restaurant was full of people that are regulars there often and the place is full of women that eat pussy, including the ones with their husbands.

After our lunch I asked our waitress if the chefs were husband and wife and said, “Yes, sickenly so.” She said that with a grin.

After we were outside I took Felice’s hand and walked us to the resort. We sat at the patio overlooking the gulf and ordered drinks, she got a margarita and I ordered a beer. We drank our beverages in silence as we stared at the sea. We were still holding hands.

“Do you want to wait for us to get to know each other better before we have sex?” I asked.

She removed her hand from mine and laid it on my erection.

“No. When we get back I want to test your pussy eating skills. Then I expect you to ravage me as you promised.”

She squeezed my cock and smiled. “Nice,” she said.

“Check please,” I said.

We went to my bed and I kissed my way from her lips to her pussy. Her smallish tits had gorgeous puffy nipples but I only stopped to love them briefly. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and I rubbed my face on it before I kissed her pussy.

I ran the flat of my tongued over her pussy lips but stopped before getting to her clit. She had a prominent clit I was happy to see.

I repeated that again several times but more slowly each time. My tongue began sliding in between her pussy lips and I got closer to her clit each time. I got my arms under her thighs and began to insert my tongue as deeply as it could go.

Felice had been moaning from the start but it was now more of a groan. On my next trip up I clamped my lips around her clit and began writing the alphabet on her clit with the tip of my tongue. She bucked hard and pressed my head down. She suddenly gasped for breath and I felt her fluids bathe me.

I was just to the letter F so I continued. The letter M produced another orgasm and so did the letters Q and Z. I went back to the letter M and stayed there until she pushed my head away.

I dried my face on her thighs and her pubic hair and kissed my way to her tits. I loved them until I felt she was breathing as normally as she was going to then slid my cock into her as I kissed her.

She wrapped her arms and legs around me hard and had another orgasm.

As soon as she recovered from that one I rolled us over. She began to fuck me immediately and hard. I was not going to last long at that pace so I slowed her down by pressing down hard on her ass. I kissed her lips softly and she slowed down for almost a minute but then resumed fucking me.

Her next orgasm squeezed my cock hard and I erupted with as much force as it ever had. I’m sure she didn’t notice until she had come to a stop. She pressed her tits to my chest as she tried to regain her breath.

She then devoured me with a kiss and said, “Please tell me we’re a couple, please, please.”

We had met just yesterday. The safe and prudent thing to do was to slow her down, say something like ‘you must have been horny’.

But what I said was, “We are most definitely a couple.”

She resumed devouring me with kisses until my cock slid out of her. She moaned.

We got up and went into my shower. We kissed and caressed until we were clean then she put my polo shirt on and said, “I will be right back.”

She returned with clothes on hangers and a small travel bag.

“These will do through tomorrow. Tonight we will fuck on the couch between innings and when we get back in bed we will re-do this afternoon all over again.”

“You are a good girlfriend, I said.

“Thank you,” she said as she squeezed my dead cock. “You noticed my place is smaller and has just one bedroom. You have a king size bed and I don’t have room for a king size bed. Your patio and kitchen are bigger and better than mine. I’m moving in.”

“Like I said, you are a good girlfriend.”

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We were so horny.

I couldn’t believe how long it had been since we’d been out together. With all of our recent problems with sickness and death in our family, my wife and I had been stressed with her mom coming to live with us. To be honest it wouldn’t have been so bad except someone was always there when my wife needed a good fucking. It was to the point where I had to jack off in the shower just to relieve my blue-balls.

My wife I could tell was feeling the pressure too, but with her mom sleeping in the room next to ours, and our paper thin walls, it was just too much. We couldn’t try to be quiet, and really let loose which is what brings us here, back behind the YMCA.

A few years ago we’d really enjoyed coming here just for a quick screw since we didn’t have a house, and we’d come back many times. After awhile though we just sort of lost time and interest in the place after we started seeing more people take occasional walks there.

Now though my wife, Wanda, was dressed in a light yellow sundress that she had picked up the week before. It was tight and low enough to see her 36c breasts, which didn’t need a bra, and cut up and inch above her knees.

I’d had a hardon since she came out of the house dressed like that and announced to her mother, that we were going shopping. To be honest as I’ve stated before that isn’t my most favorite thing to do, but that was before she teased me all day.

I don’t think that ten minutes went by that we were shopping that my wife was slowly groping me in one of the outlet mall stores. She was merciless the way her mouth formed a seductive grin with her pouty lips painted with that slutty red lipstick that I loved. Her hands had been all over me, teasing me, playing, getting me hard, all the while letting my hand trail to her hard nipples and play with them. By mid-day, we were all worked up like teenagers and I was about to take to her a restroom and have my way with her when I heard her whisper to me, “Why don’t you take me back to the Y?”

“The Y?” I asked her puzzled, then I figured out where it was and that leads to here and now. Wanda had both her hands rubbing my hard cock while my hands were busy playing with her tight ass, massaging it. Her tongue slid past my lips as my eyes closed, and I didn’t even worry that we were in a small park behind the local YMCA.

Her hands quivered as she unbuttoned, then unzipped my jeans. It felt good to have her take my rising cock in her hands. She kissed me hard then, and I grabbed her face with both my hands, relishing the passion of our kiss. Ataşehir Escort I couldn’t bear it anymore, with all the teasing, and I guided her head towards my awaiting cock. I was about 6 1/2 inches, and medium girth, but was visibly shaking as she teased me with her long tongue.

My fingers tensed in her long brown curls as I felt her lips kiss, the start to swallow my veiny cock. The next thing I knew I felt that warm sensation I used to know all too well as she slid that tight mouth up and down, sending shivers up my spine.

It always got me hot to see her looking up at me as her mouth kissed and sucked at my hardness, gets me hard now writing about it, then she licked my dripping precum, and kept it on her tongue. Moments later she moved back to my mouth rather quickly and kissed me, relishing that both of us were sharing that sweet precum.

My hands immediately were pulling up her sundress and feeling that sopping wet pussy, since she never wore panties anymore (they were always soaked). One finger, then two slid right into her tight shaved pussy as she jerked me. Her pussy was sopping wet now as I shoved those fingers in harder, thrusting them like a cock. Her cunt juices were running down my hand as she bent up against the tree to steady her leg. I knew we were here for a quick fuck, but it felt good to play, since it had been so long.

Moments later I was holding up her sundress as one of her hands gripped my buttcheek, while the other hand was spreading her pussy lips, inviting me to fuck her hard. I couldn’t resist as I guided my cock to her open lips, feeling her juices cover it, then that warm sensation evelope my cock as she pulled me in, now actively grunting as she guided my thrusts.

I managed to slip off the shoulder to her sundress now, freeing her perky breasts. I played with one, her the other, both of us teasing her rock hard nipples. I squeezed one somewhat hard trying to determine just how horny she was, and it was then that she whispered to me.

“Remember when we used to have people watch us?” she asked, breathing heavy.

“Yea, I…” I stammered, trying to see if someone was watching us.

“Don’t turn around yet,” she whispered to me, biting my ear. ” I think it’s the gardener.”

It used to be that I would try to leave or feel uncomfortable about someone watching us, but after a few times we both found it to be very hot. and a bit more comfortable. That’s why I wasn’t surprised to feel Wanda’s pussy grip me tighter as she said a little louder, “Fuck me doggie style.”

With Bostancı Escort that she turned around and presented that dripping pussy, along with her puckered asshole, both needing attention. I slid my cock up and down the length of her slit, making her her quiver every time it passed over her sensitive clit. She groaned as I did it, but took my cock and guided it to her juicy cunt. With one thrust she was bucking against me, and stealing glances over at our admirer. I was partially behind the tree, so I couldn’t see him, but it was obvious that it was making her very hot.

“It’s the gardener we’ve seen here…he’s watching. We’ve seen him here before. He’s in his fourties I think…” she grunted out as I pumped her fastly. “Is he big? I asked her wanting her to tell me that he had a nice big dick, for some reason that turned me on knowing that she was seeing a nice big one, probably wanting it.

“Nice size…looks thick though.”

“God…I’m gonna cum…” she pants as her pussy tightens up and starts to convulse. My hands gripped tighter against her nice ass and thrust harder. My hands feel her perfect breasts, and then I feel her hand below my legs, caressing my balls. It’s then I can’t hold on any longer and she knows it. Her hand kneeds my ball sac as I start to feel her pussy tighten again. Suddenly I feel it shooting, as she completely tightens around me, draining my cum into her.

We both rest up against the tree, and realize that we’ve forgotten about the gardener. She looks up only to discover that he is gone, and shakes her head to me, and instantly I know.

I start to pull up my pants when I feel her push me back against the tree. she looks up at me with that naughty grin, and says, ” Don’t worry, I’ll get you all cleaned up.”

With that, her head lowers down to my cock, and her tongue starts licking me, tasting all of her cum and mine mixed. I look down to see her enjoying it as she smears some of the cum on her face. My eyes close as her mouth envelops my cock again and I enjoy the sensation of her sliding up and down.

I just layed back and enjoyed it, then I felt her stopping, and breathing heavy allover my hard again cock. Opening my eyes I discover that the gardener had his thick cock, planted right in Wanda’s sopping wet pussy. As surprised as I was, I found myself getting harder seeing him pump in and out of her. Here was this guy in his late fourties pants pulled down to his knees feeding my wife his cock. I couldn’t help but notice his hairy balls which seemed to make it even hotter since my Kadıköy Escort wife’s juices were allover him. She groaned again, and pushed back against his thick veiny cock as she looked up at me as if to see if it was okay.

I nodded then took her head and face-fucked her while playing with her hard nipples. She moaned as he played with one, while I rubbed my hard cock against the other. It was a turn on for us both to have this 40’s guy fucking the hell out of my wife, and in her used pussy no less.

Then the gardener pulled her hair a bit, looked at me, then started really pounding into her with his 7 inch prick. I held her up while she took both her hands and spread her pussy and ass for him.

“C..can I cum in her too?” he asked as he kept thrusting in and out.

“Well…I don’t…” I started, but was interupted by Wanda panting. “Yes..go ahead, cum in me!”

She was aways horny from the times that people watched her, but having someone else fucking her was making her go into total slut mode. I could tell she was about to cum again, and felt her body go stiff as he kept pounding.

“Come on…” she gasped as she turned her head to look at him. “Fuck it! Come on…” then she whetted her finger and slid it halfway in her tight puckered asshole.

For minutes, they grunted and bucked against each other while I furiously jerked my cock, against her tits.

“So tight,” he said quickly. and I knew her pussy was from all the times that she did it to me. It got me hard watching her pussy take his veiny cock while she fingered her tight ass. Moments later he was caressing her hand that fingered her tight ass as he suddenly froze in place.

Knowing that he was going to cum Wanda dug her index finger deep in her ass while pushing back against him. He seemed to hold his breath as she bucked against him, draining his cock. It got me so hot seeing her like this I lost control and my cock started spurting allover her milky breasts. Wanda rubbed them as much as she could as she was cumming again too.

“Yes..that’s it…fill that pussy.” she cried as both of them continued to convulse. She looked back at me and took my cock in her mouth, sucking and milking the cum out of it as I leaned back exhausted.

Not a word was said by them as the gardener pulled up his pants, zipping up. He did stop for a moment to admire Wanda’s leaking hairless pussy, then leaned in to kiss her one more time. She responded back by massaging him through his pants, as their tongues intertwined. Moments later he had left, and went back to trimming the grass.

We talk about him all the time, and we’ve started going back to the park just to get away from everything at home, sometimes we’re watched, other times not, but it’s always hot. I actually watched another older couple there last week, but that’s another hot story.

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Her whole body shakes violently as a flood of her wonderful release comes pouring out of her tight, throbbing pussy; all the time still pounding it with that great toy of hers. She has wave of orgasm upon wave of orgasm as they torture her body with their earth-shattering pleasure. After a few more she slowly starts to come down from this ultimate high; just in time to see Will and Matt approaching her with their throbbing, rock-hard dicks in hand.

While Rachael has been taking care of her own personal needs, Will and Matt were also able to finish theirs. When Rachael was busy getting her toy together the boys were nearing the end of their solo journeys as well. Just after Rachael started sliding the full length of that light pink toy in and out of her dripping center, the boys opened their eyes to see what she was up to. And of course they loved what they saw.

Here now was Rachael spread eagle on her bed and sliding the full length of a light pink vibrator in and out of herself. This brought two huge smiles to their faces as they looked at each other and then back to her. Her delicate, red pussy lips were spreading around the full thickness of the toy as if it was specifically built just for her. They looked so thick, full and accepting of the toy. It was as if her pussy was pulling it in as a necessity. The lips spreading around it, slowly collapsing around the thinner, tip as it left her tight center. Then the lips spreading again as the toy slid back into her dripping hole; this pattern repeating itself over and over; the boys in a trance as they watched it.

They soon felt all the blood of their bodies rush to their pulsating cocks and that familiar sensation of release coming to them. It was then that Matt turned his back to Will and continued to get ever closer to coating the room with his sticky love. He tightened his grip on his member and gave it a few more slow strokes. He felt his whole body tense up as he reached for his boxers on the floor. He let out one more extended moan as the head of his dick opened up and his sticky liquid erupted from it; stream after stream of cum shot out of him and into his boxers. After a few more strokes he was spent and needed to catch his breath. His once hard cock, now slowly collapsed between his legs.

Will had a similar experience behind Matt’s back as he shot load after load of his love into an old shirt that he found under Rachael’s bed. Slowly they turned to each other as they heard the words of pleasure come pouring out of Rachael’s soft lips.

They watched as Rachael’s body was rocked by her waves of several orgasms. Her whole body shaking violently as one and then another took control of her. Her screams of pleasure and passion filling the room. This certainly was a sight to see as their spent cocks now slowly returned to their previously engorged states.

As the show continued before their eyes, Will leaned over and told Matt what their next step should be. Matt shook his head in agreement as their eyes went back to Rachael’s final moments of sweet release.

Just as Rachael was starting to come down from her great mountainous high, Will tapped Matt on the shoulder and they both rose; removing any articles of clothing still clinging to their hot bodies. They slowly approached Rachael on her bed; cheerleading skirt pulled over her stomach, vest pulled up, her huge breasts still exposed for them to see. Her eyes were slowly opening and her breathing was beginning to return to normal as the boys arrived at her side.

She smiled up at them as they smiled back at her; all three looking like they had just been through a war.

Rachael then parts her sweet lips and asks Will, “So, did you enjoy that as much as I did?”

Will responds with a huge grin on his face, “But of course, don’t I always enjoy the shows you put on for me?”

Rachael looks at Matt and poses the same question to him. He just smiles back at her and that is all she needs to see. Next thing she knows, Will is taking her into his arms and turning her over onto her stomach. He dangles her legs over the edge of the bed and spreads them nice and wide. As he is doing this, Matt has gotten onto the bed and is lying on his back; his rock-solid, throbbing cock rising from the depths of his muscular body. Rachael now knows what the boys want as she looks up to see Matt’s manly-hood presenting itself to her and feeling her boyfriend’s equally hard, but thicker tool at the entrance of her pulsating love tunnel.

Rachael looks back at Will at smiles giving him her seal of approval to proceed and this he does. Will steadies himself on Rachael’s sexy legs and slowly pushes all he has to offer into Rachael’s waiting and accepting entrance. Rachael cries out in pleasure as she feels her tight hole spread open accepting her man’s gift to her. Slowly Will pushes forward into Rachael’s tight grasp as her soaking wet love tunnel accepts every inch that he has to offer. Her moans increase as Ümraniye Escort Will stretches her more and more; every nerve lighting up inside of her like a firecracker. Her eyes roll back into her head as she can take no more and Will has filled her to capacity with his long, thick pole. He lets her get used to this new, but familiar feeling as her tight pussy pulsates and wave after wave of excitement cascades around his thick dick.

While Rachael his getting used to this wonderful feeling now inside of her, she looks up to see Matt’s pole standing straight up at attention; his hand now around it, sliding up and down the full, hard length of it. She slowly sticks out her long tongue and gives the head of it a small lick. This causes a small moan to escape from Matt’s lips. So Rachael licks it again and again; until Matt’s moans are consistent. His hand has increased its pace on his throbbing tool and Rachel decides that it is time to raise the stakes a little higher. She now takes the tip of his purple-headed tool into her warm, wet mouth. Her lips slowly spread open as she accepts a little more of him into her orifice.

Rachael holds it in her mouth as she softly teases him with a few flicks of her tongue. Matt’s hand has now left its place on his throbbing rod as his moans become louder. Ever so slowly Rachael takes some more of his long dick into her mouth. She begins moaning around him as she feels Will slowly pull out of her tight tunnel and push his way slowly back into her. This new sensation brings Matt to the next level of pleasure. Will slowly starts a slow, but steady pattern in and out of his girlfriend’s very wet pussy. And as he increases his pace so does Rachael on Matt’s throbbing rod. Soon Rachael has all that Matt has to offer her as she feels his long, very hard dick slide past the entrance to her throat and into it.

Will looks down and watches as his tool disappears into Rachael’s pussy to only appear again. He loves it as he sees her puffy, pink lips open up and pull him back in again as if they never want to let him go. He starts to get into a rhythm as he increases the speed at which he slides in and out of Rachael’s dripping wet pussy.

Rachael has also increased the speed at which she is sliding her sweet lips around Matt’s long tool. She loves the feeling as she feels it slide in and out of her throat like her fingers sliding in and out of herself just moments ago. Her moans increase along with Matt’s as the room is once again filled with a chorus of lovemaking.

Will has now begun to pound Rachael’s defenseless pussy as a puddle of their lovemaking begins to form on the floor below them. Rachael’s pussy has not been this wet in a long while. Will leans forward now and grabs a hold of Rachael’s two beautiful mounds hanging from her chest. He grabs each nipple between two fingers and pulls on them. This causes Rachael to let out a scream of pleasure only muffled by Matt’s dick still sliding in and out of her throat. Will continues to play and massage Rachael’s breasts as his long, thick, throbbing dick pounds away relentlessly at her dripping wet, pulsating pussy.

Electric waves of pleasure now travel through each of their bodies as the intense sexual scene continues. All three are nearing the point of no return; Will sliding the length of his manly-hood in and out of his girlfriend’s tight pussy. He feels every nerve in his body on fire as her tight tunnel creates a vice-like grip around him. Rachael’s muffled screams still filling the room as Will has activated every nerve inside of her into a raging inferno of pleasure and of course Matt who is getting the best deep-throat blowjob that he has ever received.

After a few more intense moments of this powerful pleasure creating scene, Will cries out that the end is near for him. He informs Rachael that he is going to fill her so full of cum that she will not be able to contain it.

Rachael responds as she momentarily removes Matt’s cock from her grasp, “Ohhhhhhhhh, Will please fill me up with your hot, wet love! I want to fell it drip out of me and run down my legs!”

Will replies, “Well here it comes then!”

Will’s whole body tenses up as he feels a wave of intense pleasure go from his stomach up to his head and down to his toes. This electric shock travels back to his very center and he pushes his entire thick dick deep into his girlfriend’s accepting pussy.

He holds it there as he yells out in pleasure, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh yes!”

He shoots load after sweet load of his cum deep into the depth of Rachael’s being. She also lets out some muffled screams as she feels each flood of hot cum hit every nerve deep inside of her sweet pussy. Will lets the last few loads leave him and into his woman. He then slowly slides out of her not so tight pussy and collapses onto the floor. As he slides out, a flood of their mixed fluids comes pouring out of her like a fire hose being turned on Anadolu Yakası Escort at a fire.

She now comes to the realization that she needs to find a way to put out the flames of the roaring fire inside of her that Will has started. Suddenly an idea comes to her. She releases the full length of Matt’s tool out of her mouth and slowly stands up. Once she has her balance she smiles at Matt and tells him to hold on, she quickly removes the cheerleading outfit from her sexy body and she then gets up on the bed and straddles herself over his very long dick. Matt now smiles back at her as he realizes what she is thinking. Slowly Rachael pushes down onto Matt’s throbbing dick as she feels her very sensitive pussy lips open and accept him into herself. She keeps pushing down until she has taken all of him and filled her very slick pussy even more than before.

They both let out extended moans as Matt feels her very wet and warm pussy wrap itself around his tool and Rachael feels even more very sensitive nerves come alive as Matt’s long pole touches places that Will’s did not. After a few moments of getting used to these new feelings, Matt reaches up and takes Rachael’s rock-hard nipples and bountiful breasts into his hand. This sends a new wave of pleasure to Rachael’s center and she wants more. She slowly lifts her body off of Matt’s and feels his very long rod slide out of her dripping center; she slowly slides down onto it again. She starts to pick up the pace as she slides up and down the full length of Matt’s manly-hood. Each time she slides back down it, she feels it hit new nerves she never knew that she had.

Matt has continued his play time with her wonderful breasts bringing her two centers of enjoyment as Rachael has worked up a nice, steady rhythm feeling Matt slide in and out of her. Soon she feels Matt tense up below her and knows that she is about to feel another powerful series of blows from a man’s tool. She begins to pound herself onto Matt’s body; her breasts bouncing along in rhythm with the rest of her body.

Suddenly she feels Matt’s hands leave her breasts and grab a hold of her waist as he holds her dripping wet pussy down onto the full length of his pulsating dick. She screams out as he hits another nerve deep inside of her that she never knew existed.

Matt screams out, “Are you ready to be filled with more than just my dick?”

Rachael replies, “You bet I am! Please bring it to me!”

And with that, Matt screams out in pure pleasure as his first load of sweet release fires out of his pulsating dick and deep into Rachael.

Rachael screams out, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh…. Ohhhhhhhhhh… Yes!!” As she feels this first shot hit deep up into her.

She continues screaming as shot after shot of Matt’s hot liquid hits nerves that have never been hit before for Rachael. It is like her whole body is suddenly a lighting rod of pleasure as it lights up with hit after hit of exploding pleasure caused by Matt’s long dick and thick juices. After a few more jolts of almost unbearable pleasure, Rachael feels Matt’s body lay motionless and flat below her. She has now pleasured both of her hot male visitors, but she has still not reached the final heights of her sexual completion.

This is when she realizes she needs to act quick and her body responds. She gently pulls her now lose pussy off of Matt’s quickly diminishing hard-on and straddles his face. As she makes this move a great rush of sexual liquids come pouring out of her and onto the bed below. She has been filled with so much that she even leaves a trail of evidence of her activities up Matt’s muscular chest. She immediately puts her happily abused pussy right onto Matt’s lips. He accepts this forced invitation well and immediately clamps his lips right onto her throbbing love button, this causes yet another wave of extreme pleasure to travel through her hot body.

He slowly but forcefully begins to lick up and down the full length of Rachael’s thick, red and throbbing clit. He licks it up and down and left to right. He circles it and makes figure-eights on it. He continues this assault increasing his speed and pressure on Rachael’s pleasure center. Her body rocks on his face as screams and moans leave Rachael’s sweet lips. Her hands are now playing with her bountiful breasts and large, thick, extremely sensitive, rock-hard nipples.

Suddenly, Rachael feels her own body begin to tense up and she knows that the end of her pleasure-seeking journey is nearing its conclusion. She slowly slides the full length of her soaking wet pussy up Matt’s face and there her puckered entrance meets Matt’s lips and tongue. Matt gets the message and he quickly slips the full length of his thick tongue into Rachael’s waiting tunnel. Rachael lets out an exaggerated moan as she feels Matt’s tongue fill her completely. Matt begins to slide his tongue in and out of Rachael’s flooded center, each movement bringing another scream forth İstanbul Escort from Rachael’s lips. Rachael has decided to take one hand away from her heaving breasts and proceed to rub her pulsating clit as Matt continues to slide in and out of her pussy.

After a few more strokes of Matt’s graceful tongue and her expert fingers, the pinnacle of satisfaction is upon her.

She screams out to Matt, “I am going to soak your face!! Are you ready?”

Matt forces his tongue deep into her and that is all she needs. Rachael’s whole body tenses up and she releases the first of many floods of her female cum all over Matt’s face. He laps it up as more and more of her wonderful fluids mixed in with his and Will’s fill his mouth and cover his face and body.

Rachael screams out to Matt in pleasure, “Ohhhhhhh.. Yes!!! Yes!!! That is what I wanted!! Matt you are so good!!! Please make me cum more!!” as each powerful orgasm rocks her cheerleading body.

After a few more powerful orgasms surge through her body and she covers Matt’s face in all she has to offer him, she collapses on the bed next to him. Her body shakes and convulses with the remaining pleasure that his rocking it. She feels numb all over as if someone has taken her ability to touch from her. After she finally catches her breath she hears the sound of both Matt and Will snoring away as she has worn the poor babies out. She decides to join them as she grabs a pillow and a blanket off of her floor and curls up next to Will and falls asleep, a sweet satisfied smile on her face.

Chapter 7-Part 2

It has been a few hours since Rachael, Will and Matt have finished their pleasure bringing session together and slowly Matt awakes to a familiar sound. Matt slowly opens his eyes to the world and realizes where he is. Suddenly images of his earlier fun come rushing back into his mind and dick. This stirring between his legs continues when he realizes that what he is hearing is not a part of the images in his head, but rather going on currently in the room. He slowly sits up and follows the sound with his ears. It sounds like two people enjoying each other’s company in an extreme fashion. He follows the sound to below the bed and there he finds his two friends awake and doing well on the floor. In fact he finds the loving couple in a classic 69 position. Will on his back with Rachael’s wonderful pussy in his face. On the other end, he finds Rachael’s sexy lips sliding up and down the full length of his friend’s manly-hood. They both have their eyes closed concentrating on the task at hand and so they do not notice his eyes taking in their intimate moment.

He immediately reaches for his now throbbing dick and begins to rub the head on it. He continues this rubbing until he realizes that he better go and answer the call that nature he is currently sending him. He slowly slips down off of Rachael’s bed and makes his way over to his pile of clothing. Once there he picks up his jeans and slips them onto his athletic body. He then walks towards the door and slowly opens it, not wanting to disturb his friends. He slips out of the door and as he does he looks down to see Will open his eyes and give Matt a nod to let him know that all is well; Matt nods back at him and closes the door behind himself.

He makes his way down the hallway and to the room for which he seeks. He then takes care of business and well as throwing some water in his face to freshen up some. Next he starts to head towards the stairs to seek out some food in the kitchen when a wonderful sound comes dancing to his ears. He listens carefully and follows it down past Rachael’s room. Once there the sound becomes very distinctive and he smiles as he takes it all in. It is definitely the sound of two young women in the process of reaching orgasms.

Matt decides to be brave and slowly opens the door to see what treasures it is keeping from him. As he opens it, his jaw drops and his eyes pop out as he sees two very attractive women on a bed pleasuring each other. He watches as a tall brunette who he recognizes as Layla is on top of an equally hot woman with shorter brown hair, whom he recognizes as Lisa. Layla is driving one end of a very long, thick double dildo in and out of Lisa’s pussy; Matt watches as he sees the pussy lips on both girls open and close around each end of the dildo; moans of great pleasure coming from both of them.

Matt decides to stick around and watch yet another great live show and closes the door behind him. Unfortunately it slips from his hand and closes a little harder than he intended it to do. This causes Layla to open her eyes and look at him. He immediately tenses up afraid of what might happen next. Much to his surprise, Layla just smiles at him and waves him over with her head. He does not hesitate and quickly comes up behind her. Once there he stands behind Layla’s lightly trembling body and wraps his arms around her. He takes each one of her D-sized breasts into his hands and gently begins to massage them. Layla turns her head back towards Matt and plants a sensual kiss on his lips. She then goes back to pounding herself on the thick dildo which she shares with her sister Lisa. All the while Matt’s cock is rising to the occasion in his jeans.

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COMPROMISED PART THREE

CHAPTER EIGHT

Park Green Private Hospital specialised, and probably still does, in mending wealthy people, particularly those with kinks. There was nothing that people did to themselves, or each other, that fazed the dedicated staff of the hospital. A patient with a torn arsehole caused by anal sex was very low down on their list of deviances.

I came round from what I thought initially was the sedative I had been administered, back at the Georgian house. I wasn’t aware that I had received a top up dose in the hospital which had put me out for a further twenty-four hours or more. Seeing me stirring a nurse in a spotless white uniform came to sit at my bedside. She brushed away my embarrassment with little more than a wave of her hand.

“Doctor Ziggler gave you a cursory examination as soon as you came in. He says the damage to your poor bottom should heal pretty quickly. There was a fair amount of blood but no long term damage. You might be able to resume intercourse in about three days if you tell your partners to go steady. I wouldn’t recommend you to accommodate the size of penis that put you in here for at least a fortnight. It should be safe then to give it another try. He, whoever he was, must have been a monster. You have been really stretched. The good news is you might find you enjoy anal sex more as a result.”

I moved my trunk around and squeezed my bum cheeks. “I do feel quite sore in my anus. But my nuts feel sore too for some reason.”

“They’ll go soon be right enough and you’ll be gagging for more of the same soon enough,” laughed the nurse. “You see if you don’t.” I’ll get you a cup of tea and arrange to have some food sent up.”

Early evening I had a visitor; Evette. “Poor darling,” she kissed me on my forehead. How’s your little bum feeling now?” I told her what the Doctor Ziggler had said to me when he came up to see me beforehand. I reckon she had already spoken to the doctor and knew more about my condition than I did myself.

“That’s good news. We were wondering whether you had a future with us in the circumstances. We’ll have to make sure you can still take it in the arse though – and enjoy doing so.”

“And if I can’t?”

“Scrap yard dear boy. A decoupling. Bye-bye and all that.” I felt a lurch in my stomach. My first reaction to her words frightened me. I didn’t was to go back to a state of virtual sexual abstinence. Looking back, I think she was just teasing me.”Let’s look on the bright side and assume you will still be of value to us. Have you taken your pills today?”

I gave a start. “No, and I don’t know where they are.”

Evette reached into her handbag and brought out three small packets. “Take one set now and the others are for tomorrow and the next day.” There was a carafe of water by my bedside from which she filled a glass and handed it to me.” I tore one of the packets open and familiar five pills cascaded into my palm and thence into my mouth and down my throat.

I was wearing a gown, tied at the back, with no front access, just like those issued to the NHS. So Evette had to content herself by feeling my breasts and nipples through the cotton. “They’re doing nicely. It feels as though the nipples are close to being fully formed. If that’s so you’ll find your breasts really will put a spurt on, and you’ll be in a bra soon enough. Permanently.” She smiled mischievously as she stressed the word and gave my nipple a playful tweak.”

“Ow, that hurt,” I said, more to cover up my embarrassment I suspect. “So am I four thousand pounds to the good?”

“How come?”

“My twenty percent.”

“I did not agree to twenty percent. The amount was under review and I said that twenty was the maximum you could expect. But we have had to give a fifty percent discount to the customer because you were unable to complete the contract. You left early, in other words.”

“But the sheik was satisfied surely. He fucked his virgin arse and that was what it was all about surely?”

“No, we’ve since found out it was a scam. There was no sheik. We hired you out to an organisation based in California. They were making a porno and they only managed half the shots they need. After the so-called sheik you had a further three scenes to enact.”

“You what, Evette? I didn’t see any cameras?”

“Hidden well, dear boy, Didn’t it strike you as funny them having very bright lights in most of the rooms? They’ll certainly use what film they’ve got, but they might call you back in for the rest.”

“Oh no,” I said in alarm.

“I’m joking. Relax Sandra. They’ve changed the story line and will complete the film without you having to make a second appearance. It would have been too costly for them to hang about waiting for you.”

“So the sheik wasn’t real?”

“No darling, he was Leroy Butte, a huge black porn star they imported from California. He seems to be very popular in the U.S., mainly because the size of his pecker. Ümraniye Escort Nearly all of the professional men and women stars can accommodate him, but your little button, it wasn’t quite up to the mark. The good news for you, as you have probably been told. is you’ll accommodate a penis much better from now on. Probably not as big as Leroy’s though, for a while yet.

“So I could be in a porno film watched by millions of people in the U.K., in America……….?”

“All over the world, Sandra. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re on the Porn Hub site within a week. You might be in demand for some more films, you never know. Of course they will have to negotiate with us because we own you.”

“Yet you might be throwing me out if I don’t heal?”

“You’re ours to what we want with. Don’t worry. you’ll heal just fine. We have no doubts.”

I didn’t see it like that but I chose not to argue right then. “So, do I get two thousand pounds then?”

“Less expenses of course.”

“What expenses?”

“Where do I start, Honey? All that preparation – the treatments, the clothes, the shoes. Have you any idea how expensive they are? And this place, Green Park, will cost us an arm and a leg. If you want justice and fairness Sandra, you will be owing us.”

(I realised some years after that Evette was conning me about the money and they received very little from the porno people. I was never going to receive any money for that job. I would like to add though, the Organisation has been very good to me over the many years I have worked for them).

“So of my virginity has been squandered?”

“You lost your virginity in that hotel near Buxton. We had to make sure you had a good experience for your very first time. Otherwise it could have put you off anal sex for a good long time.”

Evette gathered herself ready to go. “Oh, and by the way, whilst you were sedated we took the opportunity to give you the snip. You should be pleased about that.”

“The snip?” I repeated, unsure that I heard correctly.

“It’s just a precaution.”

“What the hell are you on about?” I was still mystified.

“Even a three inch penis can be lethal when it’s spraying fertile semen into a woman. So we’ve had you effectively neutered. It’s in nobody’s interest to have unwanted pregnancies. And we could be sued or worse. So we’ve had you sterilised. Before you ask, it’s irreversible.”

Little wonder she told me on the point of her leaving. I went into mourning for the babies that I would never get to father. This was just another step down the road of their domination over me; another brick in the wall between me and returning to a so-called normal life. Not for me now, a wife and family, a saloon car and a little house on an estate.

I was out of bed and walking about in a unisex dressing gown for much of the rest of my stay at Green Park. Out of habit, whilst I was there, I used the Gentleman’s toilet facilities. Outside the hospital there were grounds I could walk about in and a television lounge inside. Patients were certainly given priority over everything. Evette visited me for a short time every day and always the first thing she would ask was “have you taken your pills today?” I though hard about taking her to task over her duplicity in having me neutered but, especially as it was irreversible, in the end I couldn’t see much point of upsetting the apple cart. What was done could not be undone.

How did I know it was irreversible? I checked with the consultant and he told me that those had been his instructions before he did the procedure. Shouldn’t he have had my permission? My signature on a consent form? “We do have the necessary form in our Admin Office bearing a signature purporting to be yours. It was sent by electronic transfer.”

A forgery. But the dirty deed was done. I felt like I was one step off joining Umair, the eunuch.

My breasts could have been a source of conversation between me and many of the nurses, had I indulged them. I could see that several were itching to converse with me about them. I made sure I didn’t give them the opportunity. A young junior doctor, however, was an entirely different proposition. He seemed to be mesmerised by little titties. He sought opportunities to visit me wherever I should be, and I could hardly not notice his eyes lingering on my baby boobs on every occasion. Whilst I was comatose, when I was first admitted, he probably was able to view them in the flesh and, for all I knew, he might have massaged them, and perhaps even sucked on my nipples.

Much to stave off boredom than for any other reason, (or so I tried to convince myself) I befriended him, and he seemed always eager to chat with me. His name was Dr. Robert Smithson and when I told him I would call him Bobby, his face lit up. I began to see lots of traits of myself in him, helped by the fact he was much the same age. He was just slightly younger than me.

I found myself musing an interesting Anadolu yakası Escort conundrum. Should Bobby have been staring at that window collection in Jamaica, where would his eyes have strayed? I came into hospital wrapped in a blanket, naked, so Bobby was unaware that my normal attire was now that of a woman. How would he react when he found out? Should I tell him or wait until Evette brought in some clothes for me? Then it occurred to me he probably knew which gender, I should say, had been chosen for me as I had probably been booked in as “Sandra”. Or had I?

I started playing games. I took off my hospital gown and turned it around so the tie fastenings were at the front rather than the back. I would tie them deliberately loosely when Bobby was around and talking to me, I’d lean forward now and again and give him a sneaky view of one or the other of my titties. Amazing, it worked every time – the effect on him that is. Girls do that all the time don’t they? The sense of power this evoked would wake Penis up. I could see it woke Bobby’s up too. Surely, this boy was for turning?

When Evette came to see me the day before I was to be discharge, I told her all about Bobby, and my thoughts that he could be a prime candidate for sissification. As I was to walk in Jackie’s footsteps, searching for men to turn, could I not start with a real live case and enslave Bobby?

Evette wouldn’t hear of it. “You are still a trainee and you have a lot to learn We also have to sure of your absolute loyalty. One day, I hope, you’ll be given assignments. Not yet.”

“But I am already some of the way with him. I’ve a head start.”

“No Sandra. I’ll take a note of his name and we’ll do our research on him. If you’re correct you will be seeing more of him. What you can do whilst you are here is to tell him how wonderful it is to dress up as a woman. Suggest he wears women’s panties – pink ones. That’s usually a sucker punch. But don’t overdo it. Got that?”

I knew when Evette was adamant about something, and so I let the subject drop. I think she was pleased to find me so outward looking despite the trauma I had been through.

“Have you taken your pills today?”

“Oh, not again, Evette.”

“Well, have you?”

“Yes, Evette.”

“I have left a bag with Sister for you for tomorrow, It has your clothes, shoes, cosmetics. Do yourself up nicely before you leave. We have a private hire car booked to collect you at eleven o’clock. So you have plenty of time to get ready. You will report to my office and I shall expect you before noon. And….”

“Don’t forget you pills in the morning,” I said for her.

“You should have swallowed the ones I gave you a couple of days back. There are more in the bag I’m leaving for you. I’m off now, Goodbye Honey.”

I needed to go to the bathroom and toss myself off. My imagination soon had me rock yard; I had loads of erotic images to choose from. Pressure had built up. I seemed to be making much more spunk since leaving the bank. I wondered if one of the pills had a hand in that. Stimulating Penis was close to pure joy. He spurted into my hand, rather sooner that I would have preferred, that was now par for the course, but there was so much spunk it overflowed. With nobody watching, I hit the height of decadence, by licking my hand clean. I did not then fall on my knees and to suck up the seed on the floor. I wiped it up with a tissue and flushed it away.

There were no wards in Green Park Hospital, not that I saw anyway. All patients had private rooms. That allowed me to have a conversation with Bobby in privacy, although we were careful in case one of the other staff came barging in. I reckon several nurses had their eyes on Dr.Smithson and I wasn’t to find out if it was reciprocated. But I did manage to have a few quiet chats with the man.

At the right opportunity I confided in him that I thought I could feel a lump in one of my breasts. Would he please check them out for me, I said I couldn’t ignore the opportunity of a professional opinion because I was being discharged the following morning. Of course it was a blag, and I suspect the doctor knew it too, but that didn’t stop him literally seizing the opportunity with both hands. On his first touch my nipples went wild, filling out and hardening to be a couple of marbles. Penis got into the act too. “Please, please suck them,” I wanted to shout out. But that would have been a step too far too soon, wouldn’t it?

He wanted to, oh yes he did. His cock looked to be rock hard despite him twisting his hips to try and hide the worst of his erection -or should I say “the best”. What if I touched it? I wanted to for sure. He was still pretending to examine my boobs when we both heard the clack-clack of heels approaching along the corridor. I shot my gown shut as fast as Bobby whipped his hands off me. Sister came in the room, took a look at both of us and put on a face that said, “there’s something going on here.” I had no shame İstanbul Escort anymore and just smiled at her whilst Dr. Bobby blushed to the colour of a ripe tomato.

As Bobby was due to go off duty soon after, there was no opportunity left for any further liaison other than goodbyes and goodlucks. He did suggest we met up “for a drink sometime” and, making no promises, I took a note of his mobile number. I would give that to Evette should it help in the turning of him into one of us – or rather, one of me.

I took my time getting dressed the following morning. I showered and dried myself off making a sensual game of it; fondling my penis and testicles and gently squeezing my breasts and fingering the nipples. My tits were bigger, I was sure of it, just as Evette had predicted. For probably the first time I could see the possible need for a brassiere. And lo, there in the vanity case Evette had left for me, the previous day, was the sweetest lacy white bra; just the design I might have wished for. It was cleverly padded, and would uplift what I was sporting on my chest to help them appear double their size. I could hardly wait to fasten the hooks, swung it round, put my arms through the straps and, Lordy, Lordy, I had a cleavage. And a bloody convincing one at that.

Evette was kind to me leaving me just two inch heels, a size I had become very confident in wearing. And she had not gone for glamour; just a pair of jeans, a jumper and a cardigan. Nevertheless I took great care with my make-up and I was very pleased with the end result. I congratulated myself at being a fast learner.

I did bump into Dr. Bobby on my way to the taxi. He was just reporting in for work and was all fresh in the face. He put out his hand to wish me good luck and I accepted the handshake. I was a naughty girl. I raised my face, and then my body, and kissed him on the lips; a speed kiss, no tongue – there, and I was gone. What the hell? I didn’t look back.

Evette seemed pleased to see me. “Yes, I’ve taken my pills.” I got in first.

She admired my bust and I thanked her for finding such a delicious bra to me. I had had so many thrills running through my body since putting it on; it’s all in the brain isn’t it?. Several times in the taxi I pulled the top of my jumper out to look into my bosom. I found myself swelling with pride. A brassiere, isn’t that the definitive woman’s icon, even more than pink panties? It certainly was as far as I was concerned. Yes, I was hooked alright.

“I have handed the men’s suit you wore to Chelsea the other day, to our wardrobe people.” Evette informed me. “You should now have no male clothes in your possession. Is that correct Sweetie?” I agreed. “Welcome to the superior gender, Sandra.” We both laughed. “How’s your penis? I forgot to ask.”

“Getting smaller but still very active.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I think we can soon enrol you in the Grand Order of Shemales.”

“You’re joking?”

“Yes, I am. But thinking about it, it may have some merit as an idea. I quite envy you in a way. All this talk is making me randy. Suck my cunt will you, Sweetie”

“Say please.”

“Please, please, suck my cunt.”

I looked at Evette hard, just to be sure she meant that literally. Her eyes verified the order. Had she put on a loose flowing skirt deliberately because it would make it easier for me to crawl under her desk and do the business? Anyway I needed no persuading and I dropped in my knees and shuffled forward under the desk with alacrity.

The slut had no knickers on and was as wet as a pumping station. She tasted really delicious and smelled out of this world. Again, I had the suspicion that mixed up with the slimy juices was an element of male semen. There was definitely an added seasoning of sweat and pee. Penis filled up so quickly I was afraid to touch him in case he orgasmed. I would have had to ask Evette for a pair of clean panties again. I licked all the surface juices with gusto before I attacked her clit. I was doing a first rate job according to the sounds coming from above.

Evette had her legs wide open. I had absolutely everything at my mercy and I made use of the fact. I stuck my forefinger in her vagina and, making sure it was wet and slippery, a used it to then give her an anal infusion. Her arse, literally, jerked up on the seat where, I guessed, she was deliberately sitting on the edge of. My finger pushed her over another edge. The noise she made in climaxing must have been head right down the corridor and into the rooms that led off. I gave Penis a little rub and he exploded too in my knickers and jeans. There were a couple of dirty bitches in the room that lunchtime.

We got back to business pretty quickly. “You’re booked in with Lorenzo this afternoon Sandra. You’re going to lose the last of your body hair, for good hopefully. You know where to find him. He’ll be really pleased to see you stinking of sex. Tough, that’s his problem. Run along Sweetie.”

“Can I just find some clean knickers. My spunking into mine is entirely your fault.”We both tittered at the thought. “Wear mine,” said Evette. “I took them off just before you arrived especially with you in mind. They’re over there on that side table.”

“You took them off more for yourself than me, Evette.”

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Annie’s Story Ch. 02

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It is not necessary to have read Annie’s Story: the Road Trip before reading this one, but it might help with character buildup and some background etc.

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Annie’s Story 2: The Stepmother

Annie looked out of the window, a little bored. She had travelled nearly 4000 kilometres on a sexy, eye-opening, cross country journey to catch up with her father and his new “wife”, and here she was, just eight weeks on, and she was bored. She looked at her tall thin frame in the window’s reflection, and at 18 she thought her breasts might still have time to grow a little bigger than the A’s they were, but she wasn’t optimistic. She gazed back out of the window as if things might have changed in the last 2 minutes and might give her something to break the boredom: it hadn’t. It didn’t help that her father was still working for the mine company and would fly-in, fly-out on a two-weeks-on, one-week-off roster. Sure it was great in the week that he was home, except for the noises coming through the walls at night, but then there was the two weeks he would be away up north in the goldfields, leaving her with the new “wife” or the “Stepmother” as she had jokingly called her to Beth, her cross- country travelling companion, whilst on the phone to her three weeks ago.

But to be fair, despite her Mother’s prejudices, and name calling about “that” woman, Annie couldn’t help liking Catherine, or Cath as she preferred. Her father said that he called her Cat, because he liked the way she clawed her nails down his back when they were…

“Too much information! Too much information!” she had screamed playfully at him, plugging her fingers in her ears.

She hadn’t known what to expect when she arrived, her father had just been this voice on the end of the telephone from the other side of the country since she was about 7 years old and she didn’t know anything about Cath other than her name. She smiled looking out of the window now, remembering the awkwardness on her arrival, how Cath had stood back and said little, making Annie feel uncomfortable, but now realised that Cath was perhaps a little introverted like herself, and was giving father and daughter some space to catch up. It had been awkward, but that was only at first, and father and daughter had spent many afternoons while he was off work, telling stories about what they had each been up to, Cath nodding and smiling and being involved but taking a back seat.

Annie had been half prepared to dislike the woman, given her mother’s dislike and obvious emotional baggage, but Annie couldn’t blame Cath for splitting up the family, her father after all had been the one to do that and it was such a long time ago. She had had this image of either an Ogress or a slip of a girl the way her mother talked about being traded in for a younger model, but she was surprised to find Cath quite normal although somewhat shy. She was a lot younger than her mother, around 35 she thought, but rather than the temptress her mother had decided on, she had big breasts and a big bottom compared to herself, and a fleshy midriff to boot. She had the necessary curves in all the right places, and looked good in the tight jeans and T shirts she wore around the house but her mother would have described her as “big boned”. Her hair was long and dark and her eyes defied a description of colour, perhaps hazel, but she was a very attractive woman.

So here she was, alone in the house and bored. She had spent many of the preceding days alone catching the train to the Fremantle Markets, dawdling amongst the stalls or training into Perth to see the City’s sights but she had seen most of them by now and she was feeling restless. Cath was a casual assistant at a local Museum and would work three days a week when Annie’s father was away, so Annie had the house to herself again today and didn’t really feel like going out. The house itself was close to the beach at Cottesloe. It was a fairly old house by the standards of those in the region but was one of the first two storied houses in the area. It was set on the side of the hill as the ground angled its way down to the shore, and was about three houses back from the Beachside Drive. Luckily the houses below it were old houses too, and they were single storey, giving uninterrupted views out over the Indian Ocean. On fine days she could see the ships slowing and entering the port of Fremantle and she could also see part of the strip of sand along the waters edge from her window on the side of the house. People were visible as smallish dark dots on the orange background, some strolling off to the water every now and then, most just laying on the sand soaking up the sun. Hadn’t they heard of skin cancer over here she wondered?

On the downhill side of the house was a swimming pool, not a huge one but big enough to get a workout and deep enough to dive into at the deep end. She had initially thought it a bit foolish to have a swimming pool when the house was only three houses from the beach, but she changed her mind one afternoon when she had gone to the beach to beat the heat and Ataşehir Escort found herself surrounded by countless hundreds of people cramming themselves onto the narrow strip of sand right up to the water’s edge. She had been jostled in the water, sprayed with sand on the beach, splashed, accidentally kicked by people swimming past, it was no fun at all, so she had retired to the pool. She still went to the beach every now and then when it was quiet, but in the height of summer, quiet meant two thousand people instead of five! The other benefit that she discovered, was being able to take a dip at night when it was too hot to sleep, something that she would never do at a beach; the movie JAWS had made sure of that!

Annie strolled out to the pool, towel in hand, the navy blue one piece bathing suit nicely contrasting with the light blue of the water, but clashing with the bright orange of the inflatable floating lounge chair that she inched herself into. With sunglasses in place and a floppy wide brimmed sun hat on her head, she placed her Jim Beam and cola glass in the built in holder and proceeded to open up one of the many Tom Clancy books her father had recommended to her. This was her second of Clancy’s books; she found that she liked the intricacies of the plots and the mental agility needed to follow the 16 different threads as they slowly entwined to bring the story to a gripping end.

As the afternoon sun made its way across the azure blueness of sky, Annie felt her skin tingling just slightly and rubbed more sun screen all over her legs that were out in the sun’s rays. Her shoulders and chest were covered by the wide brim of the hat, but she applied the cream there too as a matter of course. It was only while she was rubbing it across her shoulders and chest that she looked around at the view from her spot in the pool. It struck her for the first time that the house blocked her view further up the hill, and the Cape Honeysuckle growing on one fence and the Mexican Rose growing high up on a trellis on the other side made her position completely secluded. The patio doors looked out onto the decking and the pool, and the upstairs rooms on that side of the house did too, but with an empty house, she was invisible to the world.

Her heart beat a little faster as she wondered if she dared slip the straps from her shoulders and expose her breasts to some fresh air. She looked around again making perfectly sure that no-one could see and, saying to herself “Beth would!” she slipped the straps down and wiggled the swim suit down to her waist. Despite the warmth, the cooler air around her exposed breasts made her nipples tingle and harden, and the naughtiness of it made her flutter a little in her stomach and perhaps a little lower too. She was still looking around trying to make sure no one could see her, when the phone rang, the outdoor bell jangling loudly. She jumped, startled, spilled her drink into the pool and almost lost the book in the water as she quickly pulled her swim suit up.

It had stopped by the time she had awkwardly paddled to the edge of the pool but started up again a few seconds later. It was Cath.

“Annie, could you do me a favour and go to our bedroom and give me the phone number that’s on the back of an envelope on my bedside table?”

“Sure…OK..” Annie replied making her way up the stairs with the cordless phone. She made her way into their bedroom and retrieved the envelope and read Cath the number from it. After a few halting sentences about what she was up to today, they said goodbye.

For the first time, Annie was able to have a proper look around a room that she had only previously glimpsed through a partially opened door. The bed was hurriedly made and the bedside tables had all manner of knickknacks and letters and magazines on them. A couple of chairs doubled as clothes horses and the dresser had the usual array of pictures in small frames; Annie was pleased to see her picture on two or three frames that must have been sent to her father sometime in the last 12 years or so. There were pictures of people that she didn’t know and she assumed they were either Cath’s family or friends. Sitting by the large upper bedroom window was a telescope trained out towards the ocean and on the sill, a pair of high power binoculars. She peered through the eyepiece of the telescope and saw the horizon and found it hard to discern the join of sky and water. She picked up the binoculars and trained them on the tail end of a ship pulling into Fremantle port and marveled at the cargo containers stacked 6 high, defying gravity perched that high above the water line.

From the upper storey, the view from this room was much better than hers, the whole of the Cottesloe beach area was visible, the cycle/skate/running path snaked its way along the esplanade, and the sands stretched as far as she could see in either direction save for the small section invisible due to a hotel’s four storey building further down the road. The Indian Ocean stretched out before her, stretched out to…India? No, she thought, Sth Africa would be the next land fall…wouldn’t Kadıköy Escort it? And below the window was an uninterrupted view of the decking and the pool in the back yard. She ambled out and downstairs to the lounge where she curled up in front of the airconditioner with Tom Clancy and absorbed herself in his web if intricacies.

The next day was more of the same, although with a much later start, as Clancy had gone on late into the night and had been hard to put down. By the time Annie had risen, Cath was long gone, and it was closing in on lunch time. Annie wandered down stairs not bothering to put anything over her singlet top and boy-leg underwear and couldn’t decide if she would have a late breakfast or an early lunch.

She decided she would have a shower first and that would make it closer to lunchtime, but as she passed by her father’s bedroom, she heard what appeared to be a door bell sound from inside the room. She peeked in and couldn’t find anything that resembled a door bell, but then it happened again and she heard that it was coming from the laptop computer on the little shelf that doubled as a small desk. She walked over to investigate it and found that it was still on and the screen saver was active. She wiggled the mouse and the Webshots display disappeared and in the middle of the screen was what was unmistakably a chat window. She looked around the room as if someone might be watching her and then bent forward to read the message.

‘ Hi Cuddlepie…are you there?’

‘Looks like you’re not..’

‘I enjoyed myself last night…hope you did too? ‘

Annie was a little shocked, and re-read it again. The message came from one Snugglepot. Who the hell was Snugglepot and did Dad know she was chatting to some one while he was away? And what were they up to last night. She thought for a moment, and remembered that Cath had gone to bed early claiming to be tired. Annie had thought that it was because her face had been in the book all night and wasn’t much company to Cath, but now it seems that there was something going on. She searched the menus but couldn’t find a profile on Snugglepot that gave her any info, but she did find a number of saved messages from this person. She opened one or two of them and glanced quickly through them but she couldn’t get any further information. The phone rang in the bedroom and startled Annie again.

She answered the phone.

“Hi Annie…this is Cath”

“Oh hi… er.. how are you? ” Annie asked breathlessly.

“Are you ok?…you sound a little out of breath”

‘It’s because I’ve been sprung poking around somewhere I shouldn’t have been’ she thought but said “Er …I just ran to get to the phone…What did you ring for?” she asked, changing the subject.

“I have a late group today coming for a twilight visit at the Museum so I wont be home before dark, you can take care of yourself for a meal? I will get something on the way home probably”

“OK “replied Annie, “I can take care of myself” she said laughing to lighten the moment.

Cath was gone, and Annie let out a slow breath as she replaced the receiver. As soon as it touched down, it rang again instantly, startling Annie once more, a small squeal escaping her lips.

“H..h..hello?” she offered weakly

“Annie?…is that you?… it’s Beth….what’s wrong?”

” Ohhhh God” she breathed into the phone, and started to tell her all about sneaking around and the phone ringing. She went downstairs, telling her about the computer and what she had found, and the mysterious Snugglepot. Beth giggled very conspiratorially and offered a few crude possibilities which had Annie protesting against them. Annie heard through the receiver the unmistakable sound of the fizzing of a soft drink can lid being opened. When she enquired about it, Beth told her it was a can of scotch and cola. Annie looked at the clock thinking it was too early for Beth to be having a drink and was surprised to see that it was 2.30 in the afternoon already!

She took the phone around the bench in the kitchen and poured herself a Jack Daniels and cola as she talked with Beth.

“So how come you’re not at work?” Annie enquired.

“I’ve just come from the Doctors, I cut my thumb this morning and its all bandaged up, so I am sitting back, relaxing and trying some liquid analgesic to soften the throbbing. “

“Sorry to hear that” Annie said, “Hope it doesn’t throb too badly”

Beth Laughed in her ear.

“It’s been bandaged up and looks like a huge erect penis sticking up.” They both laughed.

“Speaking of an erect penis” said Beth, “I’ve been playing with one”

“What?…How?…Who?..”

“Get yourself seated and pour yourself another drink and I’ll tell you all the gory sordid details”

Annie downed the last of her drink, made herself another and then flopped down into the bean bag realizing that the first one had gone to straight to her head on an empty stomach. She would get something to eat after Beth hung up.

“Ok…” she said “Tell me all about him.”

“Well…”Beth began, “I met Bostancı Escort him at the hotel, very charming… nice butt, six foot two, eyes of blue…”

“You met him at a hotel?”

“Yeah…but I was fixing their fuse panel…he works there” Beth laughed “…and he is such a great kisser…and the things he can do with his tongue!”

“Beth!” protested Annie, then giggled.

“Oh come on Annie!… after what we went through on the Nullabor and you’re ….”

“Yeah…I know…” agreed Annie. “Ok…” she allowed, her heart beating a little louder in her ears and the JD & cola sliding down nicely… “Tell me all about him”

“Mmmm… what can I say?…”, her voice becoming softer, “…he is gentle, kisses fantastic… and he has a way that he kisses my neck and somehow curls his tongue around my nipple that drives me wild.”

Annie slipped a little further down in the bean bag, and listened to Beth’s voice as it got softer as she spoke.

“He has the softest hands and when he trails them over the bare skin of my back, shivers run through me…God it’s truly arousing…”

“Mmm…I’ll bet…” said Annie, little shivers running down her spine at the thought. She looked down at the thin material of her singlet to see her nipples starting to harden beneath the material.

“…and when he gets his face between my legs, I never want him to stop…his tongue makes me just about sing, makes my back arch, makes me just want to stay there and come and come and come…”

“Wow..” said Annie, feeling a heat build between her own thighs, realizing that she hadn’t had anything between her thighs since …since when?…since Beth in the Motel…eight weeks and not even her own hand had been there! She let her breath out slowly.

“You getting turned on over there are you?” enquired Beth in a low voice.

“A little…” was all Annie could manage.

“What bit did you like?”

“Well… the…you know…the tongue…er…like…between your legs.”

“Mmmm “moaned Beth, “Yessss…that’s my favourite part…his tongue on my pussy, on my clit….but then… as I remember…you’ve been there too haven’t you?

“Y..Yess” faltered Annie, the memory flooding back into her head, into her stomach and into her pussy.

“I’m getting turned on myself…” breathed Beth.

Annie was wriggling herself in the bean bag trying to clench her thighs together, and she could hear Beth’s breathing low and raspy through the phone.

“Are you….you know… doing anything there? “Beth enquired “I can hear a lot of movement….don’t be shy…tell me… I am “she announced cheekily, hoping to shock Annie.

But Annie didn’t find it shocking, she found it very arousing that Beth was…touching herself on the other end of the phone line while talking with her. She reached down and put her arm between her legs and squeezed her thighs together, pressing her arm against her pussy. It felt good, and she thought she could smell her arousal. When her arm moved away, there was a small damp patch on her underwear where her lips had been pressed against her arm.

“Shit!” she heard Beth say “There’s someone at the door…I’d better go and answer it… I’ll call you in a couple of days ok?… maybe we might take up where we left off …that was getting very nice.”

“Mmmm…it was…” was all Annie could reply…”Talk again soon then…bye”

Disappointed, Annie walked out into the bright sunlight, her pussy still throbbing. She could feel the slickness between her lips as she walked, her breathing still a little ragged. She drank the rest of her JD and walked over to the sun-lounge under the tree by the fence. She sat herself down, the beat of her heart still strong in her ears, the buzz of the alcohol spreading out to her extremities yet seeming to gather at her pussy. She sat looking around the yard and noticed that no one could possibly see her and again she wondered if she dare…dare what, she thought.. .dare touch herself?…outside?.. Cath wouldn’t be home before dark…could she do it? The thought was very exciting and the throbbing in her loins was swaying her towards it. Beth would approve surely.

After looking carefully around, she let her hand slide to her breasts and started touching them. Her mind played a movie in her heard of Beth and an unknown faceless man kissing her pussy. She could clearly see Beth’s face contorting in pleasure, she knew what that looked like from first hand experience. Her nipples reacted strongly. First one nipple, then the other hardened beneath the material. She lifted the bottom of her singlet up over her breasts allowing the cooler shady air to touch them. Plucking gently at her nipples with one hand, she allowed the other one to drift slowly to the damp patch between her thighs. She pressed against her pussy from the outside, enjoying the feeling, the anticipation, then slowly slide her fingers under the elastic of her boy-leg underwear and allowed her hand to glide gently down, past the soft hair that she found, past the top of her slit, down to where the moisture was, where the wetness was making itself known. She was amazed to find how excited this made her doing this outside, how wet she was, how turned on she had become having talked with Beth, and how aroused she was now imagining fingers, lips, and tongues doing wonderful things to her, to Beth, to both of them.

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The Cabin

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Cook Forest State Park is miles away from anything Philly has to offer and Andrew could feel himself relaxing as the truck surged deeper into the forest. When was the last time he’d taken an actual vacation? He couldn’t remember, but he was bound and determined to make the best of the four-day weekend ahead. No phone calls at all hours of the day and night, no internet, no email, no contact with the outside world…just peace and much needed quiet.

The Cabin had been in his family for generations, and sat on more than one hundred acres of land nestled in the Black Mountains high above the Clarion River. Dusk wasn’t far off when he finally glimpsed the slanted roof of the two story abode and pulled along side the structure, cutting the engine.

He pulled out his bags, headed towards the cabin, across the back porch to an unassuming door, unlocked it, and swung it open. Andrew walked into the warm, spacious kitchen and flipped the light switch. The cabin had a rustic feel but was distinctly modern. Beyond the kitchen he stepped through a comfortable dining room, and then into a spacious sitting area with massive fire place and overstuffed suede furniture. He opened the front door and stepped out onto a huge deck that wrapped around half of the structure with sitting areas on both sides of the door. A path below the porch steps split; one led around towards the truck, the other, to a fire pit, a covered gazebo, and hot tub.

Back inside and up the round staircase to the top floor was two small bedrooms and a large, master bedroom with bathroom and fireplace. He dropped his bag at the foot of the bed and went back downstairs, grabbed a beer from the newly stocked fridge and sunk decisively on the couch, and, before he knew it, nodded off.

****

Andrew’s eyes shot open and he fought through his confusion and the darkness around him to make sense of what had just happened. The last few seconds replayed in his now conscious mind and he realized that noise from the kitchen had woken him; the back door was open. Someone was in the cabin. He lifted himself and peered over the back of the couch, but it was too dark to make out anything other than a figure moving about. Quietly he slipped off of the couch, walked through the small dining area until he was standing right at the kitchen. He reached his hand out and felt the wall, searching for the light switch. He didn’t have a weapon on him, but he was certain that coming face to face with the prowler would be enough to scare them off. The cabin had one break in a year, usually college kids looking for beer. He felt the switch and said a silent prayer. In the otherwise soundless night, the switch presented a loud “click” as he pushed it upward.

Glass crashed to the floor and shattered in thousands of tiny pieces as a blood-curdling scream filled the cabin and the person in the kitchen jumped backwards towards the door. To Andrew’s amazement, across from him stood a young woman. A very attractive young woman, who at the moment appeared afraid for her life.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, clutching her purse to her chest, “please don’t hurt me!”

“I won’t— I mean, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“What are you doing here?!” she demanded, “This is private property!”

“I know, I—”

“Get out, get out or I’m calling the cops!” She fumbled through her purse and came out with her cell, which she immediately dropped. It skidded across the floor stopping just in front of his feet.

“Good luck,” he said quietly, “cell phones usually don’t work up here.”

“This is private property!”

“Yes, I know, so what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What am I doing here? You’re in no position to ask me what I am doing here, you’re trespassing!”

“No, technically, you’re trespassing.”

“I have permission to be here.”

“Permission from whom?”

“The owners. The Lucas family, to be specific.”

Suddenly Andrew smiled and shook his head. “Wait a minute, don’t I know you?”

“I doubt that very seriously.”

“No, no, I’m pretty sure I know who you are. You’re Camille Boulanger, right?”

“How do you know my name?” she said looking even more alarmed than before.

“I’m Andrew Lucas, Amanda’s brother.”

Camille squinted at him and then looked as though she’d been struck hard by distant memories. “Oh my God,” she said slowly. “Andrew? Andrew Lucas?”

He chuckled, “Yes.”

“Jesus, it’s been what…fifteen years since I’ve seen you!”

“Twelve,” he said. “You and my sister were always inseparable.”

“You look so… different! I didn’t recognize you, I’m so sorry.”

“That’s alright. You haven’t changed one bit.” He picked up the phone and set it on the counter, opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a small brush and dustpan, knelt at her feet and began sweeping up the glass.

“I’m so sorry about that, I must have knocked it off of the table.”

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it, just stand right there, I don’t want any glass to cut through your sandals.”

When he’d finished sweeping he straitened and faced her. “What on Earth are you doing here?” She asked.

He Ataşehir Escort crossed his arms and smiled wryly, “you must be forgetting this is the Lucas cabin, not the Boulanger cabin.”

“Amanda said that no one would be here,” she said in an apologetic tone.

“Well, usually that’s true, no one is here this time of year, but I thought the holiday weekend would be a good time for a mini vacation.”

They eyed each other, both uncertain of what to do next.

She nodded, “well, that’s just great. I made a three hour drive for absolutely no reason. So… then, I should go. I’m sorry to have barged in on you the way I did.”

“Wait a minute,” he said, “you don’t have to go, I’ll go. If Amanda said you can have the place for the weekend, you can have it.”

“Oh no, it’s your cabin, you stay.”

“But you obviously made plans, so you should stay. Besides, you really don’t want to drive out of here when it’s this dark; it’s not recommended anyway.”

“I’m a city girl, I can handle it. I’ve taken self defense and I know how to change my own tire. Plus, I carry mace.”

Andrew gave her a once over; perfectly manicured hands, designer sweat suit, expensive leather duffle bags and perfectly coifed hair and shook his head emphatically. “You may be able to take on a mugger in a dark alley, but the roads out here aren’t marked very well, and at night you can get turned around. It’s happened to plenty of people before, including me, and I’ve spent my whole life coming up here. Even I don’t like to make the drive when it’s dark. If you make a wrong turn and run out of gas, you’re screwed. Mace can’t help you when you’re in below freezing temperatures out in the middle of bum fucked Egypt.”

“Well, there are two of us and only one cabin, so what do you suggest, I sleep in my car?” “Of course not.”

“You sleep in the bed of your truck?”

“You’re funny. Look, there might be one cabin, but there are three bedrooms.” She looked skeptical and shifted her weight from one leg to the other and back again. “Just for tonight. I’ll go in the morning and you can finish your weekend.”

“I’ll go in the morning; I can’t kick you out of your own cabin.”

He sighed, a grin teasing the corners of his mouth. “Why don’t we just agree that we both stay tonight- inside the cabin?” She thought about it, and then reluctantly nodded. “Have you been here before?” She shook her head. “Well then let me show you where your room is.” He bent to grab her duffle bags but she scooped them up quickly.

He smiled and stepped back. “Alright, come on then.”

Andrew led her upstairs, down the short hall and into the master bedroom. He grabbed his own duffle bag off of the floor as she stepped in.

“Wait a minute,” she said, looking at his bag, “you don’t have to move, I can just take another room.”

He shook his head, “this room is the most comfortable, I’ll move down the hall.” Before she could object further, he’d gone.

Camille sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, tired and frustrated. Andrew Lucas was absolutely the last person she expected to see here. She hadn’t seen much of him at all when she graduated and went to college, and though she and Amanda were still thick as thieves, she’d forgotten all about the shy, often pimple faced brother to her best friend of more than twenty years. If not for his eyes and his smile, she’d never have recognized him. The truth was, she didn’t want to see anybody, which was the point to coming to the cabin. She needed to get away…needed to be alone.

A few minutes later his muscular frame filled the doorway. “I’m sure you had a long drive. Hungry?”

She waived her hand, “I can throw something together, it’s alright.”

“Forget that. I planned to cook anyway, so I might as well cook for two.”

“No really, it’s okay, I can fix something for myself, I don’t want to put you out.”

“Either you’re really not in the mood for an actual meal or you think I can’t cook.”

She opened her mouth, shocked and then closed it again, unable to refute his idea.

“Aha! So you think I can’t cook? All the time you spent at my house growing up and you never noticed all the time I spent with my mother in the kitchen? Tisk, tisk.”

“Fried baloney sandwiches don’t qualify as a meal.”

“What?”

“Fried baloney. Don’t tell me you don’t remember, you used to make them all the time after school, which would completely stink up the house. No, no, none for me.”

“Okay, first of all I got over fried baloney a long time ago, and second of all, you actually remember that?”

“The rancid smell of fried pig’s butt? Yes, I remember.”

“You are absolutely the same smart ass that you were in high school. Well, don’t worry; I wouldn’t dare serve something like that to a guest. I have a bit more tact than that. So now that we’re clear that I know my way around a kitchen, are you going to let me cook for you, or are you going to stick to power bars, granola and vitamin water?”

“Okay, uncle, I get it. Yes, I am starving.”

“Good. I’ll go open the Spam right now, give it time to air out.”

“Ha Bostancı Escort ha, very funny.”

“I thought so,” he said with a mischievous smile. “If you need anything I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Umm, just one question; is it safe to sit in the hot tub at night?”

“Oh no,” he said with mocked concern, “the boogie man comes out at night, you don’t want to do that.”

Camille rolled her eyes, her hands on her hips. “That’s not funny.”

He shrugged, “sure it’s safe, though you may find yourself being watched by a raccoon or two, or ten, maybe a deer even.”

“Would it be alright if I took a soak? My back is killing me.”

He smiled again, “you don’t have to ask. Mi casa su casa, alright?”

She nodded, “alright.”

***

Forty-five minutes later, Camille sat in the hot tub, her head back and eyes closed. Andrew stood for a moment and watched her, then reached out and touched her shoulder. She jumped slightly lifted her head and blinked, and he smiled his signature smile.

“Dinner is ready”. He said, handing her a thick terry cloth robe, “I thought you might need this, it’s getting pretty chilly out here,” then he turned and walked back to the cabin. From within the living room he watched her through the window as she stood, wearing a barely there two piece and swaddled herself in the robe. Seconds later she came around the side of the cabin and stepped onto the deck. In the corner was a beautifully set table for two with candles all around, the moon bright in the sky above.

“Oh,” she said, surprised. He stood and pulled out her chair.

Camille stared for a moment, taking in the sight before her. Finally he turned in her direction, “are you okay? Did I forget something?”

She shook her head and cleared her throat, sitting in the open chair, “I just didn’t expect…this.”

Andrew shrugged as he spooned steamed vegetables onto his plate. “I hope you like salmon.”

“As a matter of fact I do.”

They sat, eating in silence for a while.

“So,” he finally said, setting down his fork and sipping his wine, “if I remember correctly, didn’t you go into architecture?” he asked.

She nodded, picking up her own glass, “what about you?”

“I’m a CPA.”

“And is that as boring as it sounds?”

“Sure. But it’s equally lucrative.”

“Ah yes, the money.” He smiled again. “I think I remember Amanda telling me you helped her pass trig.”

“And calculus, algebra and every other math class she had.”

“Guess she doesn’t have to worry about that at the gallery?”

“Nope. And she has a really good accountant; I made sure of that myself.”

Again they ate in silence.

“Whatever happened to Brad?” he finally asked.

“Who?” she asked, confused.

“Brad Roberts. I thought for sure you guys would have gotten married.”

“The quarterback?!” He nodded and she laughed, tossing her head back. “Oh no, absolutely not.”

“But you guys were high school sweethearts. It sure seemed like you were in love with him.”

“I was. At least I think I was. But, when you have a crush on someone else, you rarely marry your high school sweetheart. And, maybe the mere reality of having a crush on someone else means I couldn’t have been in love with him.”

“Who did you have a crush on?”

She laughed again, this time with a hint of nervousness. “You’ll make fun of me if I tell you.”

“I most certainly will not!”

“You will.”

“I won’t, I promise. Come on, you can tell me.”

She eyed him and then leaned on the table. “Alright. Michael Doyle.”

“Michael Doyle”?!

“You promised you wouldn’t make fun!”

“I’m not, I’m not!” He insisted, a strong smile on his lips and laughter in his eyes. “I’m not making fun. I just never imagined that the captain of the cheerleading squad had a crush on the captain of the drama club and co-captain of the debate team.”

“Why not? Too smart for me?”

“I wouldn’t dare suggest that. He was far from cool, as high school standards go.”

“Well, I thought he was plenty cool. Too cool for me.”

“You were homecoming queen. You were the most popular girl there.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, who was your high school sweetheart?”

He laughed, “Do you remember what I looked like in high school? There were no sweethearts for me.”

“Well… you had to have a crush on someone.”

“Everyone has a crush on someone in high school.”

So. Who was it? Anyone I would remember? Come on, out with it, I told you, now you have to tell me.”

“Alright,” he said, setting his fork down. “You.”

“Me what?”

“You were the girl I had a crush on in high school.” His bright grey eyes penetrated her. Camille sat up, her mouth open.

“Oh come on, you can’t be that shocked. It makes perfect sense. You were older, even if just by a year, hugely popular, drop dead gorgeous, nice, funny…plus I saw you in your underwear once when you spent the night at my house. That’s the inspiration for any high school boy’s wet dream.”

“Oh my god,” she gasped, “I remember that! I Kadıköy Escort was in the bathroom, changing out of my cheer uniform.”

“I swear to God I didn’t know that when I opened the door,” he said raising his hands in surrender.

“I think I might have thrown something at you!”

“The soap. Complete with soap dish.”

She giggled, “Oh yes, I do remember that.”

“You left my young, virgin mind traumatized.”

“You were a virgin?!” she said in a hushed voice, leaning into the table once more.

“Again, did you see me in high school? That was my junior year, and yeah, I was still a virgin. I bet you weren’t though.”

“Hey, thanks a lot!”

“You know what I mean.”

“I was the high school tramp?”

“No, of course not. You just had a certain…air…appeal. I don’t know the right word. Then again, it could have been my overactive imagination making you something you weren’t. Seeing my sister’s friends in their underwear, their scant pj’s, their tiny two piece bathing suits, well, for a hormonal boy such as myself, it was a lot to deal with.”

She sat back, watching his face. “So how long did you have a crush on me?”

Since the seventh grade,” he said.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? Most boys say something, or try and make a move. Why didn’t you?”

“Did you tell Michael Doyle how you felt about him?”

“Hell no!”

“Well there you have it. I wasn’t about to tell you either. I was content to sit back and watch from afar. It gave me a chance to learn about you.”

“Oh?” she said surprised. “What kinds of things did you learn?”

It was his turn to lean forward. “Well, let’s se,” he said with genuine thought, “I learned that blackberry pie is your favorite, because every time you came to a barbeque you passed on the apple pie and the chocolate cake and went for blackberry pie, two scoops of vanilla on the side, of course. Madonna was at least one of your favorite singers because damn near every time you drove up to the house it was blasting out of your car. And, I learned that purple was your favorite color, because when you and my sister went to tolo’s and proms together, your dress was always a shade of purple.”

“Wow,” she said, “you noticed all of that?”

He shrugged, “I guess I did.”

“I don’t think my own boyfriend noticed details like that.”

“Yeah well, then he was an idiot.”

Camille giggled and sipped her wine again. “So when did you forget about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, your crush had to end at some point, right?”

“What about you? When did you get over Michael Doyle?”

“I’m not sure I ever did.”

“Well then, there you have it. Maybe I never got over you either.”

She put her glass down. “You can’t be serious.”

“No? Why not?”

“At some point in time someone else had to come along and strike your fancy.”

“Oh sure. I didn’t remain a virgin forever, thank God. But there is something about your first crush. It never completely goes away, don’t you think?”

She nodded, “that sounds about right.”

Again the silence enveloped them as they watched the reflection of the moon on the lake below, each consumed by their own thoughts. For the next four hours, conversation ebbed and flowed with little effort; each at complete ease with the other, the familiarity palpable.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, why aren’t you married?”

“No one has asked me.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“You sound like my mother.”

“I can’t believe no one has ever asked you to marry them.”

“Well, besides Chuckie Easter in the fourth grade, no, no one has ever asked me.”

“What did you say? To Chuckie Easter?”

“I said yes.”

“Why?”

“Because he was really nice to me. And he used to tell me how smart I was. We could talk for hours and never get sick of each other.”

“Poor Chuckie. He’s seriously missing out on a good woman.”

“The sad thing is, if he’s anything like the way he was back then, I’d still marry him. What about you? Haven’t you at least come close?”

“No. I have a pretty strict criteria.”

“And that is?”

“She has to give me butterflies.”

“What?”

“You know, butterflies in my stomach. There has only ever been one girl in my life that I ever felt butterflies in my stomach over. I always thought that if I could find a woman that made me feel that, I’d know she’s the one.”

“And where is she now, that girl?”

“Oddly enough, sitting across from me, finishing her dinner.” Andrew smiled as Camille’s cheeks flushed rosey red, and silence fell over them.

Finally Andrew stood, picking up their plates. “It’s getting late, and I’m going to head out early tomorrow. You’ll probably be asleep when I leave, so…it was good to see you. This was…nice.”

“You too, thank you for dinner, it was wonderful.”

He nodded and walked inside. After a few minutes she went into the cabin, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen.

“I was thinking,” she said as his head snapped up in surprise. “I was thinking that, you know…there’s no reason why we can’t both stay here. I mean, I know, you, you know me. This cabin is more than big enough for the both of us; between us we have more than enough food and supplies for the next four days. Besides…I would feel horrible kicking you out. Don’t go on my account, that’s all I’m saying.”

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Merrhaaba been buse 23 yaşıındayım üniversiteyi geçen yıl bitirdim bu anlatacağım olayı da üniversitede ikinci yılımda yaşadım kızlığımı lise son sınıfa giderken kaybetmiştim o günden beri hoşuma giden her erkekle sikiştim amma hepsi beenim yaşlarımdaydı yani olgun biir erkekle sikişmemiştim biir gün ev arkadaşım zeynep 50 yaşlarında biir erkekle yattığını ballandıra ballandıra anlattı ve çook zevk aldığını söyledi o anlatırken amım da yanmaya başlamış yarrak istiyordu hemen kafama koymuştum olgun biir erkeğe kendimi siktirecektim ertesi günü aklıma evin karşısında biir market vardı aynı zamanda tekeldi 50 yaşlarında biir adam çalıştırıyordu.
Marketçi Ahmet Amcaya SiktirdimAdamın ismi ahmet’ti o aklıma geldi ne yapayım da şuna kendimi siktireyim diyerek düşündüm üzerime kot şort askılı biir badi giydim amma içimde südyen yoktu göğüslerimin uçları belli oluyordu tam kapanma saatine doğru dışarı çıktım ahmet abide kepenkleri yarıya indirmişti eğilip içeri d aldıım ahmet abi beenii görünce şaşırdı ne oldu ahmet abi dedim yaa biirden korktum dedi niye korkuyorsun öcümüyüm been dedim hayır canım sen öcü olamazsın ancak melek olursun dedi beende teşekkür ederek yaa ahmet abi evde canım sıkıldı paramda yok amma banaa iki tane biira versen canım istedi yarın veririm dedim ahmet abi tamam al oradan ayıp ediyorsun dedi amma beenii baştan aşağı süzmeyide ihmal etmiyordu dolabı açıp iki tane biira aldıım ahmet abiye uzattım torbaya koyup başka isteğim olup olmadığını sordu biirde sigara istedim sonra ahmet abi sende içiyormusun dedim evet içerim şimdi dükkanı kapatıp arkada yerim varr oraya oturur iki üç tane içer giderim dedi beende Ümraniye Escort yanlızmı içiyorsun dedim evet dedi o zaman bu akkşamlık sana arkadaş olabilirim zeynep te yok zaten canım sıkılıyor evde dedim ahmet abi şaşkın şekilde olur diye cevap verdi hemen dolanıp kepengi indirip kapıyı içerden kilitledi kendinede biira alıp lambaları söndürüp arka tarafa geçtiik deponun biir köşesine üçlü koltuk koymuş biirde sehpa vardı ooo yenge evden kovaladımı burdamı yatıyorsun dedim bazeen sızıp kalııyorum burda işte dedi biiraları masanın üzerine koyup koltuğa oturdum ahmet abide biir tane açıp banaa verdi.
Kendine de açıp oturdu yan dönüp ayağımın biirini kırdım koltuğa oturdum ve yüzüne baktım ee anlat bakalım ahmet abi dedim ne anlatayım bilmiyorum ki dedi beende ne bileyim erkek muhabeti nasıl olur bilmem ki dedim ahmet abide erkek muhabeti ya maç olur yada kadın muhabeti olur dedi tamam o zaman kadınlardan bahsedelim dedim ahmet abi şaşkın şekilde bakıyordu hadi kırdığın cevizleri anlat dedim baktım ses çıkmıyor yanına iyice yaklaştım hadi ahmet abi anlat beenim gibi yirmilerinde hiçç biiriyle yattınmı derken elimi atmış gömleğinin düğmelerini çözüyordum ahmet abide hala ses yoktu gömleğinin önünü açtığımda göğüsü kıl kaplıydı umursamayıp uzandım göğüslerini öpmeye başladım ahmet abide saçlarımı okşamaya başladı beende kemerini çözüp kilodunu aralayıp yarrağını çıkardım yarı kalkıktı hemen eğilip yalamaya başladım ahmet abide badimi sıyırmış göğüslerimi sıktırıyordu yarrağıda bu arada kütük gibi olmuştu biirden kalkıp badimi sıyırıp çıkardı been tekrar uzanıp yarrağını yalamaya başladım oda soyunmaya çalışıyordu Anadolu Yakası Escort kendini geri çekip pantalonunuda çıkardıktan sonra beenii koltuğa yatırıp altımdaki şortu çıkardı sonrada üzerime uzanıp dudaklarıma yapıştı az sonra boynuma göğüslerime ordanda kayarak amımı yalamaya başladı yeter ahmet abi sik beenii artıkk dememle hemen yukarı çıkıp dudaklarıma öpücük kondurdu beende bacaklarımı geriye çekmiştim sonra yarrağını amımın deliğinde hissettim.
Ahmet abi gözlerime bakarak yarrağını içime sokmaya başladığında been biir ohh çektim ahmet abide dudaklarıma yapıştı ve içimde gidip gelmeye başladı az sonra üste çıkmak istiyorum dedim ahmet abi üzerimden kalkıp koltuğa oturdu beende üzerine çıkıp yarrağının üzerine oturdum ellerimle koltuğun başından tutunup üzerinde zıplamaya başladım o kaddar hızlı ve sert zıplıyordum ki ahmet abi öylece durmuş banaa bakıp inliyordu beende dudaklarına yapışıp ilkazmımı yaşadım ahmet abinin boşalıcağım kelimesini duyduğum anda üzerinden kalkıp önünde diz çöktüm ve yarrağını ağzıma aldıım ahmet abi boşalmaya başladığında ağzıma fışkıran döllerini yutmaya başladım ahmet abide zevkten kafamı öyle biir bastırıyorduki nerdeyse gırtlağıma sokucaktı yarrağını elinden kurtulup nefes nefese yanına oturdum biir tane sigara alıp yaktım ona uzattım biir tanede kendim yaktım biirayla beraber oturup içtik biiraz dinlendikten sonra yarrağını tekrar yalamaya başladım kaldırdıktan sonra ahmet abi götümü sik dedim gülümseyerek tamam dedi hemen kalkıp koltuğa dom aldıım güzelcene tükürükledi ve yarrağını yavaş yavaş alıştırıp soktu ve gidip gelmeye başladı giderek hızlandı önünden İstanbul Escort kaçıp sehbanın üzerindeki şişeleri aşağı koydum hemen üzerine yatıp bacaklarımı havaya kaldırdım ahmet abide ne yapmak istediğimi anlamıştı hemen yerini almış bacaklarımı omzuna koymuştu.
Götüme yarrağını sokup üzerime yüklendi götüm tam havaya kalkmış ahmet abinin sert vuruşlarıyle canım acımıştı ahmet abiye canım acıyor dediğimde been karıyı böyle sikerim işte dedi tamam o zaman kalk üstümden dedim kalktığında ne oldu dedi beende yok biirşey canım acıdı diyerek biira kasalarından tutunup ayakta dom aldıım ahmet abide he tamam diyerek arkama geçip yarrağını amıma soktu ahmet abi yanlış yere soktun dedim hayır doğru yer diyerek amıma beş altı sefer soktu sonra çıkarıp götüme soktu aynı şekil onuda siktikten sonra biir amıma biir götüme sokmaya başladı beende zevkten artıkkazm olmaya başlamıştım amma ahmet abi hala sikiyordu bu beş dakika daha sürdü ikinci seferi uzun sürmüştü en son götümü sikerken banaa sarılıp boşalmaya başladı götümün içiinde döllerini hissettiğimde been biir kez daha boş aldıım sonra ahmet abi içimden çıkıp koltuğa oturdu beende olduğum yere çöküp k aldıım yerde peçete gördüm hemen alıp götümden akan dölleri sildim sonra koltuğa oturup sigara yaktım ikinci biiramıda içip giyinmeye başladım.
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Anlatacağım olay tamamıyle doğrudur inanıp inanıp inanmamak sizin bileceğiniz biir olay.
Adım Reyhan been 26 yaşıında kapalı biir bayanım ailem fazla muhafazakar olduğu içiin okuyamadım taki 2002 yılında babam vefat edene kaddar evden dışarıya çıkamazdım dersem yalan olmaz.
Babam öleli 1 yıl olmuştu mezarına gidip dua edip kuranı kerim okuduk .
Küçük kız kardeşimin eşi o gün cezaevinden çıkıyordu mezarın başından enişteyi karşılamak içiin Ankara daki açık cezaevinin önüne gittik saat 15:30 gibi kapıda göründü merabalaştık araca binip yola koyulduk kız kardeşim been ve enişte ile biirlikte anneme gittik biiraz oturduk kız kardeşim banaa adet olduğunu eşinin uzun süredir içeride olduğu içiin duramayacağını beenimde onlarla beraber evlerine gidersem been olduğum içiin utanır ve sex istemez dedi düşündüm ve hak verdim kız kardeşim sincanda 1+1 dairede yaşıyor .
2 3 saat oturduktan sonra yola çıktık enişte kaş göz işaretleri yaparak kardeşime kızıyordu aracı o kullanıyor ve çook sürat yapıyordu been enişte yavaşla kaza yapacaksın dedim ve banaa dönerek ya baldız senin içiin hız yapıyorum anlamıyormusun dedi kız kardeşim been istedim ablamın gelmesini 3 yıldır kadın yüzüne kadına hasretsin amma beende 2 gündür adetliyim ablamdan utanırda yanaşmazsın diye çağırdım ablamı demez mi çook şaşırmıştım enişte ne diyeceğini bilemedi sanırım ve aracı yavaşlatıp yola devam etti.
Eve gelmiştik enişte been ve Derya eve çıktık Derya ile biirlikte eniştenin bavulunu açtık bavuldan elbiselerle biirlikte çıplak kadın fotoğrafları bulunan çeşitli dergiler çıktı kardeşime göstermeden biirini göğsüme koydum dolaba yerleştirdik tüm eşyaları Derya banaa dönerek eğer sen olmasaydın vay beenim halime parçalardı beenii abla dedi beende kız niye parçalasın baksana biir sürü dergi varr bakar bakar işini görürdü sen kendine yan banaa yan dedim gülüştük Kadıköy Escort enişte seslendi hatun anangilde yemek yermisin diye sormadınız karnım zil çalııyor bişeyler hazırla da açlığımız yatışsın dedi mutfağa gittik yemek hazırlayıp çay koyduk enişte yemek faslı bitince uzandı tv izlemeye başladı bizde dedikodu yapıyorduk kardeşimle enişte (ismi Hüseyin) kaltı Derya ya beenim bavulum nerde diye sordu topladığımızı ve bavulu kaldırdığını söyledik kızardı bişey söyleyecek gibi oldu ve odaya gitti been dergilere bakacak sanmıştım bavulu getirip altını yırttı sigara türü bişeyler vardı biirazda minik haplar sigara gibi olanlardan biirini yaktı Derya ya ve banaa ikram etti ne olduğunu bilmiyordum zaten sigarada kullanmadığım içiin geri cevirdim Derya 1 -2 kere içiine çekti ve enişteye verdi kulağıma eğilerek bu esrar kafası güzel olunca yatar iyi oldu rahatız şimdi biter ve sızar dedi sonuna kaddar içti kalktı sendeledi offf kafam bi milyon olmuş bi hap aldı soda varmı diye sordu Derya hemen kalktı soda getirdi içti hapı Derya ya ve banaa da zorla içirdi ne hapı bu dediğimde Derya kafa hapı abla kafa hapı dedi daha sonra hızlı müzik çalan biir kanal açtı biir anda oynamaya başlamıştım Derya da oynuyordu eniştede amma enişte banaa daha yakın oynuyordu elimden tuttu beenii kendine çekti göğüslerimi okşuyordu been itiraz dahi edemiyordum Derya ablama dokunma diye bağırıyordu Derya ya biir hap daha verdi Derya sesini kesti ve oynamaya devam etti enişte beenim gömleğimin düğmelerini açıyor ve göğüslerimi sıkıyordu biir anda dergi yere düştüve enişte banaa sarıldı been artıkk kendimi bırakmıştım beende enişteme soyunmamda yardım ediyordum Derya kalktı ve yanımıza geldi eniştenin kemerini çözdü ve pantalonunu ve baxırını çıkardı ilk defa biir gelişmiş erkek aleti görüyordum şok üzerine şok yaşıyordum Derya eniştenin aletini dondurma yalar gibi yalamaya başladı beenim ellerimden tutup beenim yaptığım Ataşehir Escort gibi yap zevk almaya bak ablacığım dedi istemiyor da değildim amma bu işi kardeşimin eşiylede yapmak banaa saçma geliyordu amam allahım amma kendime söz geçiremiyordum eniştenin aletini ağzıma aldıım emiyordum eniştede daha fazlasını alayım diye kafama baskı kuruyordu Derya beenim altımda bulunan kilotumuda çıkarttı ve eniştenin karşısında çırıl çıplak k aldıım enişte been geliyorum hazır ol baldız dedi anlamadım biir anda ağzımın içiine sıcak sıcak şeyler gelmeye başladı yutmamak elde değildi Derya ablam harikasın been yutamadım amma sen yuttun tüm dölleri dedi ne bileyim sanki been enişte beenii kaldırdı Derya ya diz çöktürdü ve beenim göğüslerimi yalayarak kanepeye uzattı daha bakireydim amma söyleyemedim biir türlü zaten biliyordu amma hiçç oralı olmadı bacaklarımı havaya kaldırdı dilini sürtmeye başladı tahrik olmuştum zaten amma bu o kaddar çook hoşuma gitmişti ki anlatamam bacaklarımı 2 ye ayırdı iyice arasına başını soktu emmeye başladı titrediğimi hissettim Derya Hüseyin e ablam orgazmı yaşıyor hayatında ilk defa devam et aslanım devam et diyordu .
Enişte Derya dan krem istedi ve getirdi kendi aletine ve beenim amıma ve göt deliğime sürdü Derya yı yanına çağırdı Derya geldi tut ve ablanın zevk çığlığı atmasına yardım et dedi Derya eniştenin aletini tutup amıma sürtmeye başladı ve enişte yavaş yavaş sokmaya girip çıkmaya başladı fazla ilerlemiyordu buna hem seviniyordum hemde daha çook girmesini istiyordum biir anda üzerime yıkılıp dudaklarımdan öpmeye başladı ve o anda aletin tamamını içime soktu Derya eniştemin sırtına vuruyor hani kızlığını bazmayacaktın yanlızca sürtecektin diye kızıyordu oda sus kaltak sen ayarlamadın mı bu geceyi o istiyor demedin mi diyordu enişte biir taraftan girip çıkıyor biir taraftan Derya yı saçlarından tutup yüzünü beenim göğüslerime sürtüyordu been kendimden Bostancı Escort geçmiştim de yinede hatırlıyorum herşeyi Derya kurtulmuş artıkk olan oldu amma ona banaa yaptıklarını yapma diyordu enişteye eniştenin aleti ufalmıştı sanki anlam verememiştim Derya gitti aldı aleti ağzına ve emmeye başladı tekrar kabarmıştı tahmini 20 cm vardı enişte Derya ya domalt ablanı dedi Derya banaa abla been gibi yap deyip beenii domalma pozisyonuna getirdi ve enişte parmaklarını göt deliğime sokmaya başladı aletinide yeniden amıma soktu götüm baya açılmıştı sanırım enişte amımdan çıktı ve parmaklarının olduğu göt deliğime sokmaya başladı Derya ya da tut şunu kaçmasın dedi ve biir hışımla götüme tüm aletini soktu ne yapmıştık nasıl bu hale gelmiştik anlayamamıştım beenii bu halde baya bi sikti eniştem Derya ya bak işte ablan hiçç vermem diyor mu sen hepp götünü siktirmekten korkuyorsun ne kaddar zevk alııyor baksana diyordu eniştem .
Artık yavaş yavaş kendime geliyordum amma canımda istiyordu sikişmeyi enişte götümü sikmeyi bırakmış amma halen götümün içiindeydi eniştenin aletinde yine biir kıpırdama olmuş ve içime sıcak sıcak döller boşalmaya başlamıştı.
Derya yeter artıkk yatalım eğer isterse sabah devam edersin amma isterse diyordu enişteye oda o zaman hepp beraber ve çıplak biir vaziyette yatalım da anlasın hatırlasın yaptıklarını diyordu beenii tutup yatak odalarına götürdüler ve yanıma yattılar .
Sabah olduğunda 2 side uyuyordu kaltım kahvaltı hazırladım üzerimi giyinmeden evvel banyo yaptım üzerimi giyindim Derya ve enişteye biir daha görüşmemek üzere diyerek not yazıp evden ayrıldım amma aklım dün akkşamda kalmıştı geri döndüm kalkmamışlardı kapıyı ç aldıım enişte açtı ne o nerden geliyorsun diye sordu beende notu gösterdim güldü elimden tutup kardeşimin yanına getirdi kardeşimle nişanında konuştuklarımı ceza evine girdiğinde anlattığını oda çıkana kaddar beenii sayıkladığını eniştenin beenii çook arzu ettiğini bu planı yaptıklarını anlattılar .
Şuan aynı evi ve aynı adamı biirlikte kullanıyoruz amma aramıza 4.
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Been yatağıma girdim amma annemin cezası bitmemişti.
Daha bu başlangıçtı.
Anneme her istediğimi yaptıracaktım.
Ertesi gün babam işe gittikten sonra kalktım kahvaltımı yaptım.
Annem “hadi derse” dedi.
Odama gidip üç saat çalıştım.
Daha sonra banyoya gidip biir duş aldıım.
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“anne been hazırım banaa mastürbasyon yapar mısın” dedim.
Annem şaşırmış “ama oğlum işim var” dedi.
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Annem irkilerek “oğlum ne yapıyosun” dedi.
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Bana oral seks yapar mısın” dedim.
Annem şaşırarak “delirdin mi oğlum sen neler söylüyorsun” dedi.
Been de “evet delirdim anne” dedim.
“herkes dışarıda sevişirken been burada test çözüyorum” dedim.
“ama oğlum been nasıl yaparım bunu” dedi.
“iyi o zaman” dedim ve kıyafetlerimi hazırlamaya başladım.
“been de dışarı gidip fahişelerle tatmin ederim kendimi” dedim.
Annem “dur oğlum hiçç biir yere gidemezsin senin çalışman lazım” dedi.
“bunu beenii hasta etmeden önnce düşünecektin” dedim.
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“seni affetmem içiin beenim rahat ders çalışmamı sağlamalısın” dedim.
Annem “tamam oğlum sen yeter ki çalış ne istersen yaparım” dedi.
Anneme doğru yaklaşarak omuzlarından tuttum.
“o zaman dizinin üstüne çök ve hatanı düzelt” dedim.
Annem şaşkınlık ve korku içiinde “peki oğlum” dedi.
önümde diz çökerek oturdu ve beklemeye başladı.
Anneme “niye bekliyorsun haydi başla” dedim.
Sikimi eline alarak mastürbasyona başladı.
penisim yavaş yavaş büyüdü.
Bu arada kameram da kayda devam ediyordu.
Annem penisimi hızlıca sıvazlamaya başladı.
Herrhalde ağzına almadan beenii boşaltmaya çalışıyordu.
Been hemen annemin kafasını tutarak sikime doğru yaklaştırdım ve penisimin başını dudaklarına İstanbul Escort dayadım.
“hadi anne aç ağzını” dedim.
Annem önnce açmak istemedi.
Been penisimin başıyla dudaklarını açmaya başladım.
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Hemen o aralıktan sikimi dudaklarından içeriye kaydırdım.
Annemin ağzının içiindeydim ve dilini hissediyordum.
Sikimi ağzının içiinde ileri geri hareket ettirmeye başladım.
Annem elini bacaklarıma koymuş, artıkk işi oluruna bırakmıştı.
Been anlatılamayacak biir zevk yaşıyordum.
Annem oğlunun siki ağzında gözleriyle banaa bakarak inliyordu.
5 dakika sonra müthiş biir kasılmayla annemin ağzını döllerimle doldurmaya başladım.
Annemin kafasını geri çekmesine izin vermiyordum.
Been defalarca boşalırken annem gözlerini kapatmış döllerimi yutmaya çalışıyordu.
Annem daha fazla yutamadı ve spermlerim ağzının kenarlarından taşarak elbisesine damlamaya başladı.
Been sikim iyice yumuşayana kaddar ağzından çıkmayıp ağzındaki döllerin hepsini yutturdum.
En sonunda ağzından çıktım ve yanağına biir öpücük kondurdum.
” çook iyisin anne” dedim.
Annem ne diyeceğini bilemez biir halde banaa baktı, ayağa kalktı, elleriyle ağzının kenarlarındaki spermleri silerek banyoya doğru gitti.

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Cheyanne frowned but didn’t open her eyes. No dumb dog was going to disturb her rest with its maniacal barking. It seemed she had found time, at last, to catch up on her sleep. A miracle in itself.

Ugh, but why was her bed full of crumbs? It was her biggest pet peeve in the world! Surely she hadn’t brought a sandwich to bed?

But no. She couldn’t recall making a sandwich. Come to think of it, she had no recollection of going to bed at all. Odd.

A sudden gust of wind rushed over her supine form. Her frown deepened. She shifted her legs to burrow deeper into the blankets only to encounter more of the same intolerable graininess against her bare calves.

The dog’s barking seemed closer. What on earth… Cheyanne slid her palms over her sandpapery sheets. Irritation gave way to alarm as she realized that this was too hard to be her bed. She was lying on a cold surface, not unlike asphalt.

She lifted her head, or tried to. A red hot shaft of pain exploded in her head, swift as lightning and blinding in its extremity. Her mouth opened and a piercing scream rent the air.

Cheyanne lay gritting her teeth as the agony took its sweet time to abate. She heard the sound of feet hurrying towards her but was far too incapacitated to care whether it was friend or foe; she was beyond caring, beyond fear.

“It’s alright, miss, I already called 911,” said a man’s anxious voice. “They sent out an ambulance, it’s on its way.”

“What happened to me?” Cheyanne asked in a weak voice.

“You took a nasty spill. The way I found you, I didn’t expect you to be breathing much less talking,” the man replied, a heavy note of relief in his voice.

Cheyanne tried to open her eyes, shut them again when the bright sunlight stabbed at her retinas. “Where am I?”

“Don’t you know? You’re in an alley, between-“

“An alley?!”

She forced her eyes to open but this time she was protected from the harsh light. Now she could focus, make out a dark-skinned face, a concerned frown between light brown eyes. By far the kindest eyes she had ever seen in her life.

“Who are you?” Cheyanne asked, forgetting her previous question.

For a second, the angel eyes went blank as though stunned. “Um, Jerome, miss. Jerome Carver, and I- I just happened to see you on the ground, now, I had nothing to do with that. I don’t mean any harm.”

Why was he being so defensive? He looked as though he expected to get maced any second now. Which was comically absurd, since she wasn’t in a position to so much as wag her finger at him.

“I hit my head, huh?” Cheyanne asked with a demonstrative wince.

“Yeah.” The concern was back in his voice, and in his eyes as they examined her hair. “You’re bleeding quite a bit. How much does it hurt?” His hand lifted to the light brown waves.

“Not so much, if I stay still. That dog, though…”

The deranged mutt couldn’t have been more than five feet away from them. The constant barking was going to drive her crazy.

She was then aware of being covered in a pleasantly warm cocoon, blocking out a chill she hadn’t been aware of feeling.

“I’ll scare him off,” Jerome said, moving out of her line vision and getting up.

“What am I doing here?” Cheyanne queried abruptly and she saw him look down at her in wary incredulity. She returned his stare, feeling the alarm return, creeping ever closer even as the barking dog was doing.

“How did I get here,” she repeated, her mind leaping in one direction then the next in search of information that wasn’t there.

“Where is this place, and what am I doing here?” Cheyanne demanded, feeling more and more agitated. “Why-“

“Alright, alright, just calm down,” Jerome said, hunkering down next to her. From his eyes, however, she could tell he was as far from calm as she was. That couldn’t be good.

“Jerome, what’s happening to me?!”

“Just calm down, miss, don’t work yourself up, now. Um… where were you going, are you almost there?”

Cheyanne didn’t speak for a second as a horrible empty feeling spread behind her ribs. The force of her heartbeat seemed violent enough to break her into pieces. “I don’t know,” she whispered in horror.

“Is there somebody waiting for you that you can call or something?”

“I don’t know, I can’t… I can’t remember.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper but he seemed to have heard her loud and clear.

“Lord almighty,” Jerome muttered, wiping a hand over his face. “Look, can you remember your family, your friends, anyone? ‘Cause I really have to get going, miss, please.”

“I don’t… know,” Cheyanne turned saucer-wide eyes to him as panic threatened to overwhelm her. “I don’t know my family.”

She felt faint with worry but nonetheless forced herself to take stock of the extent of her memory loss. “I don’t know how I got to be here… where I was coming from, where I was headed. I don’t know where I work, where I live… It’s all gone.”

“Okay.” Jerome took a deep albeit shaky breath. “Do you at fikirtepe escort least know your name?”

“Ch-Chey,” she stammered. The name came naturally, automatically, but the rest of her mind was a terrifying blank.

“Shy?” He looked at her like he feared she had taken leave of her senses.

“Cheyanne. Cheyanne Dale.” That sounded about right, she felt she recognized the name. Another name also came to mind. Annie. An unaccountable aversion seized her in reaction to that diminutive of her name. Her rejection of it was immediate, visceral.

“Okay, Cheyanne, the ambulance is almost here. Don’t worry.”

She wasn’t worried just now, she was trying to focus. If she could remember her name, what else could she recall? Her place of work? Her favorite food? The answers were a mere breath away, a faint, dancing glimmer in the darkness shrouding her memory, but-

“That damn dog!” Cheyanne shouted with an irate gesture. Jerome sprang to his feet then there was a sound of fleeing paws. Close upon it, came another rushed noise.

“Hold it right there!” yelled a harsh new voice.

“Whoa, easy now, there’s no need for that,” came Jerome’s tense reply.

“You lunge one more time-“

“Not- not lunging, officer, I was just scaring the dog away. This girl right here, she had an accident, she needs help.”

“Is that blood on your hand?”

Cheyanne had an idea of what was going on and chose that moment to speak up. “Officer-” Defying the sickening throb of her head, she got up on one elbow. Beside her, she could see Jerome standing stock still, his hands raised in the air. Facing him at the end of the alley was a dark silhouette, blurry to Cheyanne’s eyes, but it was clear the newcomer was aiming a gun at Jerome.

“Officer, please put down the gun,” she called to him. “This man hasn’t done anything wrong. He was just chasing the dog away because the noise was hurting my head.”

“She’s in bad shape, officer, let’s not upset her any more than she already is,” Jerome suggested hesitantly. “Listen, why don’t you put away the gun-“

“Don’t tell me what to do!” The officer’s shout made Cheyanne start. “Ma’am, is this man robbing you?”

“What?” Jerome’s voice sounded hoarse with anguished disbelief.

It seemed a fair question to ask. As far as the policeman could see, she was a bleeding woman on the ground and there was a man towering over her with blood on one of his hands. And yet… hadn’t she just said Jerome had done nothing wrong?

“No, this isn’t a mugging. I’ve had an accident,” Cheyanne stated, forcing her voice to be loud and firm. “This man was just checking to see if I’m alright. He’s the one who called 911!”

There was a distant blaring of sirens now, which she hoped would lend credibility to her words. She couldn’t stand the sight of that gun. That it was pointed at Jerome could not cause her more dread than if it were her own head in its sights.

Fortunately, the policeman seemed to be weighing their words. His stance remained the same but his growing indecision was clear.

“Officer, please,” Cheyanne pleaded. “You’re scaring me. This man’s name is Jerome and he’s not a criminal. He’s…”

Her voice trailed off as she carefully turned her head to Jerome, who still stood with his hands in the air. He turned as well and their gazes, mirroring each other’s numb desperation, locked.

“He’s my friend,” she finished, her voice cracking on the last word.

Something flickered over Jerome’s face and Cheyanne suddenly had the impression that he wished she hadn’t said that. Her confusion deepened, and with it her alarm. Had she done something wrong? Wasn’t this what he needed to be let off the hook? Would he become angry with her now and leave her?

“Alright,” the relenting officer said as he lowered his weapon. “Sounds like the ambulance is about here. You need help getting up, ma’am?”

“I think I can manage,” Cheyanne replied as she looked down at her body. Somebody had covered her with a brown leather jacket far too big to be her own.

Then she heard Jerome, his voice far more relaxed now but still uneasy. “I think I’d better be going now.” Her head snapped in his direction at once, an unwise move that sent pain stabbing through her brain.

“No,” Cheyanne moaned. The world rocked in a nauseating cadence all around her. As if to steady her, a firm hand pressed against her back, holding her upright.

“Cheyanne, girl, just breathe.”

She looked at Jerome beside her on one knee. Just his nearness comforted her. And the naked concern for her in his eyes seemed to nourish something deep within her, something long neglected and left for dead.

“Don’t leave me, please,” Cheyanne managed to whisper. Tears of desperation welled up as she looked up at him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jerome soothed, rubbing her back. “It’s gonna be alright, the ambulance is here-“

“No-” Her fingers reached out from beneath the oversize jacket and curled into his shirtfront like gebze escort talons.

“And they’re gonna take real good care of you-“

“No! Jerome, please! You- you’re all I have.”

“Sweet girl,” Jerome breathed, his hand coming up to cradle her wet cheek. His own expression was pained even as he shook his head to deny her. “I can’t.”

At that moment, Cheyanne was aware of the tears dribbling down her cheeks, the wind rustling the parts of her hair not matted in blood, but inside, all feeling shut down. All emotion was extinguished like a candle as she gave up.

Closing her eyes, she sank into the waiting oblivion that took away the blinding daylight, the noise of the sirens and kind Jerome, leaving her in cold, lonely unconsciousness.

* * *

The last thing Jerome wanted or needed in his life was drama. He was on his way back to the straight and narrow, back to the respectability he’d scorned throughout his tough, independent youth; he would allow nothing to jeopardize his hard-won progress.

Except his own idiocy, that is. He’d clambered into an ambulance to accompany a stranger to the hospital. A stranger he could do nothing for. A stranger he might have gotten shot over. A stranger who could not remember a single thing about her lovely self.

Oh no, he wasn’t looking for drama. Not him, no way. What a chump.

Shrugging into his jacket as he left the hospital, Jerome realized he would have to hurry now if he was going to make it. He had been consistent and his probation officer was generally a chill dude but he didn’t dare imagine he could play fast and loose with him.

Of course that meant babysitting his nephews was out. Damn, he hated to let them down like this. He had broken a promise to them, as his sister had just reminded him when she’d called to ask where he was.

Vita had relayed how excited the twins were, that they had dressed up in their best outfits so their uncle could take them out for ice-cream. They were still waiting, making excuses for his tardiness.

His voice roughened with embarrassment, shame, Jerome had explained that it would not be possible to take them out today at all. Maybe some other time?

Vita’s short sigh was all too familiar, as was the robotic acceptance of her noncommittal reply.

“Sure. Next time.” She had hung up before he could apologize again.

Jaw clenching, Jerome recognized that he was back again in the category he had sworn up and down to leave for good: that of the undependable no-good man.

He couldn’t blame his sister. She was just trying to protect her toddlers, as well as herself. And now, because of him, she was forced to have a painful conversation with them, to turn their excitement and anticipation into tantrums and tears.

Dammit, those were the tears he should have thought about while he was playing nursemaid. But no, he’d felt his heart contract in his chest for the wrong pair eyes. Drowning, frightened dove-gray eyes.

He’d had to go with her. How could he not when she had looked at him like he was her whole world, then fainted dead away when he had said he couldn’t stay? Even if the cop had not looked at him then with acid disgust, as if he’d regretted not putting a bullet into him after all, Jerome’s decision had been clear and immediate.

But she was not his problem any longer. He had left her in the hands of her (very large) family. He wished he’d gotten a chance to say bye but that hadn’t been possible. She was still unconscious.

As it turned out, it was his probation officer who had to apologize for keeping him waiting. “Caseload feels like murder these days,” he said with a grimace.

Jerome gave a long-suffering shrug but was understanding itself otherwise. “These things happen,” he commiserated.

The brief meeting ended on a particularly high note today.

“The next time we meet is gonna be the last,” the P.O. said flashing a grin. “You gonna miss me?”

Jerome chuckled. “No offense, but I prefer the probation I impose on myself every Sunday at church.”

“Hey, now, that’s great! Congratulations, man,” the other man enthused, approval lighting his warm blue eyes. “I’m glad you’re taking this direction in your life. It doesn’t disappoint, you know. Stay strong in your walk, brother.”

Jerome stood and pumped the man’s hand with more vigor than usual. “Thanks, man. I’ll see you next month.”

His improved mood led him to Vita’s house an hour later, armed with two gallons of butter pecan ice-cream. An impulse purchase, and a foolish one, given his strained finances but he didn’t care. The riotous delight of his nephews upon seeing him made it impossible to regret it.

“One gallon for each,” Vita drawled, lifting an eyebrow. “You want me dead of exhaustion before I’m 30?”

“Nah, I’m just doing for them what Santa never did for us when we were little.” Jerome gave her a small, serious smile. “Remember?”

His sister nodded then lowered her eyes for a moment before raising it içerenköy escort back to his with more warmth in their light brown depths. “Thanks Jerome.” Her smile was wide and sincere. “This means a lot to them.”

Vita looked back at her sons laughing at the dinner table, then turned back to him. “And to me,” she added.

“You’re welcome, sis. Thank you.”

A nasty setback that had been straightened out just fine, the latest in a series of them this past week. He’d had his eye on a small body shop that was for sale in the Bronx, but the price had been prohibitive and the owner had not wanted to come down. Then abruptly he’d called on Tuesday night.

They’d haggled a bit then settled on a price in almost no time. His savings would be wiped clean out, but it felt like the right decision. He’d always figured self-employment was the best bet for someone with his rap sheet.

The next morning, Jerome had had the good fortune to be in the vicinity when a racy Beamer had sputtered to an undignified stop on the curb. Its owner, who talked a thousand a words a minute, had been so grateful he wouldn’t be late for his meeting after all, that he’d reached into his back seat and tossed at Jerome “a little something for your time” before zooming off.

The money had amounted to a little over a thousand dollars. All for fixing a relatively minor problem and prescribing the necessary parts to be replaced.

That same evening, Ebony had come over to his place, her PlayStation 3 in tow. She’d said it had been acting up and she wanted him to take a look at it. Interestingly, it had started up just fine and when Jerome had asked if she wanted to play, the girl he’d been pursuing for ages considered then shyly said yes.

Ebony was everything sweet and classy he admired in a female. But whenever she beat him, it was with such a fascinating catalogue of smack talk that he’d just let her win from midnight onwards. With his fridge full for once, feeding her had not been a problem.

Neither of them had been in the mood to walk her home once she’d gotten sleepy. Jerome had gamely given up his bed for her, and spent the rest of the night marveling at the fact that the gorgeous, elusive Ebony Walker was in his bed. Before that, the tension from all their flirting had been palpable; he’d been hiding his hard-on from her all night.

The next morning, she had told him, quite needlessly, not to go running his mouth to his friends. “Or that’ll be the last time I spend the night,” she’d threatened softly, looking deep into his eyes as they stood at his doorway. “Promise you won’t?”

“Cross my heart,” he’d murmured, drinking in the smiling dark chocolate beauty of her face. “You wanna tell your girls you whooped my ass on NBA Live, though, I won’t mind.”

Reviewing his week, Jerome couldn’t hold back a smile now as he unlocked his front door. A short while later, he was lying back on his couch, a cold bottle of beer balanced on his flat stomach. Yeah, things had been going pretty damn great lately. Shit, he might even step into a church for the first time in twenty years to give thanks.

Jerome grinned and took a swig of his beer. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t ready to turn it that far around. But he was grateful. He wanted to share his good fortune, spread it round while it lasted. But how?

” Cheyanne,” he whispered to himself.

Yes, that had been her name. Poor thing didn’t even know who she was, did she? She had turned to him with all the helpless trust of a child and told the police officer he was her friend. And he had been her only friend, as far as she knew. Well, at least he hadn’t just abandoned her.

He would go see her tomorrow. If he was the only person in the world that she knew, it wouldn’t be right to just disappear. Besides, he was on a roll. He took another sip. What could possibly go wrong?

* * *

Cheyanne decided that she’d never tasted anything as delicious as the passionfruit juice her parents had dropped off. It was just too bad she hadn’t known them. She had tried to make them understand the depth of her gratitude for coming to see her, but she could see they were shaken by her amnesia.

She hadn’t recognized the rest of her family either. There had just been a sea of expectant faces looking at her and all she could do was gaze blankly at them. She had felt rude for failing to remember them, then panicky, at which point her nurse had politely but firmly asked them to leave.

Cheyanne sighed, back to feeling like a little bitch for disappointing her family. And after they had brought her so much in the way of flowers, treats, cards and balloons. Oh well, time enough to make things right when she was back to normal.

Which, the doctor had warned her out of necessity, may be never. It was no likelihood, however. Already some things had come back to her.

“You’ve got a guest, Cheyanne,” her nurse announced from the door. “He brought you in yesterday. Remember him?”

Cheyanne looked up and right past the nurse to the black man behind her. He stepped forward and gave her a sheepish wave.

“I could never forget those eyes,” Cheyanne murmured, hardly aware she had spoken. Then she beckoned to him with both hands. “Come here, please! Tell me where you went, Jerome.”

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