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My Curvy, Sexy, Mature Neighbour Pt. 02

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: If you are reading this for the first time. I suggest you read “My curvy, sexy mature neighbour”, which is set 2 weeks before this second instalment.

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It was Sunday afternoon, the sun was shining, curtains partly undrawn and my bedroom window was open.

A plate loaded with ripened fruits; strawberries; grapes; bananas; and cherries lay beside Veronica’s naked body. On the side table stood a tall metal ice bucket with the half drunk contents of a bottle of Prosecco. Veronica’s pink thong, that I had earlier ripped off was hanging off the bottle neck and two half full champagne glasses stood elegantly next to it. The aromas of ripened fruit, alcohol, sweat and sex would have been a pungent and intoxicating cocktail for anyone coming in from outside.

I was laying naked on my back at the bottom of my double bed with a smile on my face post intercourse after a long 2 hour sex session with Veronica. I was recalling how crazy it was that just half an hour ago I was placing the contents of that plate in between Veronica’s ass crack. Veronica would pull apart her ass cheeks, whilst I would individually place strawberries, cherries and banana slices on the rim of her ass. She would then release her bum cheeks and then clenched them and I would watch the fruit squeeze and ooze their juices or partly protrude up from her ass crack as if they were crying for help. I then devoured the sloppy delicious, sweetness from her ass crack. I guess you could call it ‘fruit salad tossing!’ Could it get more ecstatic then that I wondered? These were easy wank fantasies, not that I had any need to masturbate over the last two weeks!

I was looking at the ceiling waiting to be fed some more delicious ripe fruit again. I wondered what delight would be offered this time. Right on cue Veronica’s wrinkled curled foot hovered over my face and this time dangling by a stem in between her big and second toe was a cherry.

She lowered her foot, and I bit off the cherry, detaching it from its stem which remained wedged in between her toes, as she moved her foot away.

I turned my face across to look at Veronica lying at top of the bed completely naked. What a sight for the eyes that scene was. She wore her anklet around her right ankle, two toe rings that she wore on each foots second toe. She also wore a single gold belly chain that then split into three interlinked chains either side of her hips, sexily and tightly draped over her fleshy belly. It was a perfect decoration to her navel region and just north of her partially shaved pussy. I had brought this for Veronica to wear for our sex sessions. It was a look I found shit hot and was inspired by the super sexy, impossibly beautiful women that appeared in the Spartacus tv series where they would often adorn their bodies with jewels and chains whilst participating in orgies. It was a delight to see such adorning of a fuller, milky white, mature body!

Next Veronica chose a strawberry and wedged it in between her toes, laughing whilst attempting it. She then reached for her champagne glass, took a swig and then poured the Prosecco over the strawberry and her toes, most of which landed on my duvet.

“Oh that is so naughty Veronica, bring that Strawberry to me now!”

The sight of her leg, her cellulite thigh and foot, as it slenderly moved towards my mouth gave me an enhanced hard on.

“And next I have a softly ripened, juicy strawberry, drenched in Prosecco and coated in my sweaty toe juices!” She said in her deliberately husky voice or was it her attempt at an M&S food voice over. She immediately burst into laughter!!

“This is the height of decadence!” I said as a manly response to it.

This time her toes, with her nails painted in pink, landed by my mouth and she teasingly moved the strawberry closer inch by inch to mouth, whilst trying hard not to lose it from her toes. I used my tongue and mouth to unscoop the strawberry from in between her toes.

“Mmmmmm! These are very complementary flavours!” I said as I bit into the strawberry spitting the juices of it back onto her toes. I then continued to take in the taste of her toes, prosecco and mixed in with the partly bitten strawberry.

Oooooooo hahaha, that’s so ticklish! Ooooo! That’s lovely!” shouted Veronica.

I took my time using my lubricated tongue and lips to clean her toes and to ensure they were free of any debris before swallowing the strawberry.

So what had happened between now and the 2 weeks since our first sexual encounter to be at this point where we were eating fruit and drinking Prosecco off each other’s body parts. Well, the frequency of sex and Veronica’s and my appetite for it surprised me. The sexual compatibly that we had discovered was too good to be true. The copious amount of our combined sex juices that we released, the drenched bedsheets and the countless orgasms confirmed that this 47 year old mature would represent the height of my sexual experiences.

We would diyarbakır escort have spontaneous after work sex where we were both sweaty and unclean; her musty bumhole, her sweaty, and salty tasting feet, together with my pungent penis was no barrier, as we were both completely ravenous for one another. In contrast weekend sessions were contrived and planned, that we would spice up with champagne and fruit, thorough cleaning and shaving, selecting tantalising under garments that I had brought for Veronica to wear, including some skimpy micro g-strings, scented candles and romantically bathing with each other in my jacuzzi. The weekend was a cleaner dirty sex then the dirty dirty sex of the week. Needless to say, Veronica felt great and I felt on top of world.

We had explored each other to the limits, although I hadn’t quite got to penetrating Veronica anally apart from with the tip of my tongue. Veronica had resisted up to now, but she had indicated at the start of today’s session that she maybe “up for the cock inn her bum”. I was hoping that might be on the menu for round two today.

The subject of threesomes, sex clubs and orgies, use of seedy hotel rooms and the use of escorts had been freely discussed and very much in the viable category. What was apparent was that compromises would need to be found as she would only agree to a two female, male threesomes if I allowed her the option of two male, female threesome. Even though I considered myself happily heterosexual I could, I suppose see myself, in the heat of the moment sucking cock if it added to Veronica’s satisfaction. In the same way that I hoped Veronica could release her inhibitions out on Chrissie or an equivalent. All this happened whilst Chrissie, (not before me telling her I was fucking Veronica), had taken a trip to Germany to see her family, which was very convenient timing. For Chrissie, seeing how quickly things had advanced would come as a shock for her. i knew it would make her green with envy!

We had started creeping around, avoided using the front door entries to prevent the eyes of the street from discovering what we were up to. We reverted to using our back gardens and rear entries to gain access to each other’s homes. Veronica would often stand partly unclothed in her rear bedroom window as I approached through her garden whilst leaving her rear door ajar.

The noisy sex, her purring, her moaning, her screaming and laughter, we accentuated by conveniently leaving a window open or leaving curtains slightly undrawn. The thought of voyeurs looking / listening in was an enhanced turn on. Both me and Veronica had this natural knowing of each other’s sexual desires that went without words!

Back in the here and now and after drooling over Veronica’s toes and foot. She suddenly felt the need to move and she got her sexy voluptuous body off the bed.

“I am desperate for a wee! Sorry! It must be all that alcohol and semen.” She said. “You are excused my darling!” I said.

She trotted over butt naked towards the bathroom which was down a long corridor.

Whilst I lay, completely at ease with the world, thoughts drifting to what other rude things we could get up to. I suddenly heard the front door open from downstairs, and felt a sense of panic, “OMG is that Chrissie back early from her holiday?!” I got out of the bed opened the bedroom door slightly to understand the situation about to unfold. I heard the toilet flush and footsteps moving through the house and then up the staircase and thought, “Oh my, they are not going to avoid each other on the landing”.

Just as Chrissie got to the top of the stairs, Veronica opened the bathroom door completely oblivious and completely naked, bar the anklet, toe rings and belly chain. Chrissie froze as she witnessed her standing at the door.

Veronica gasped!

“Ohhhhhhh! You shocked me. I am so sorry!” At this point Veronica reached down and tried to use her arm to cover her breasts and her other hand to cover her pussy.

“Don’t mind me Veronica. That a nice outfit!” Chuckled Chrissie.

“Oh thank you, Steven bought this belly chain”

“Well that doesn’t surprise me.” Said Chrissie.

They both laughed awkwardly. Veronica then walked back towards my bedroom and said.

“Oh by the way welcome back to England!”

“Thanks, how did you know that? Anyway I didn’t expect to come back to see this!”

“Ooh I am sorry but we might be a little noisy in the next couple of hours!” Said Veronica.

“Oh enjoy yourselves but not too much!” Chrissie chuckled and then distinctly licked her lips. I knew exactly how Chrissie was to react. She was going to get envious and angry that she was missing out. At that point Chrissie’s eyes met mine and she saw that I had witnessed the whole encounter.

I could here her muttering “You naughty boy!” under her breath.

I could see Chrissie looking at the state of Veronica as she looked at her from behind witnessing her diyarbakiranalatik.com shapely figure and her memorable bum cheeks. The belly chain and anklet dangling beside her hips and ankle respectively made a very audible clinky sound as Veronica approached my bedroom door. Chrissie was completely red and with a mischievous grin on her face.

Veronica opened the door fully and we both embraced and french kissed in full sight of Chrissie as I fondled Veronica’s ass cheeks!

“Ooh let’s close this door, anal sex needs some privacy!” Said Veronica as loudly she could and laughed straight after. Quite the exhibitionist. It was as if she was trying to tease and to make Chrissie jealous. She was certainly hitting the right buttons. I was massively turned on by the whole situation as I knew anal sex was next on the agenda and a potential threesome with Chrissie was now a real possibility, but was on edge too. I threw caution to the wind.

We both locked into each other arms and tongues and fell onto the bed!

” Ouch!” I landed straight onto the plate of fruit and squashed all the contents of it. I pushed the plate off the bed and it dropped to the floor with a loud thud.

We both rolled around on the bed, kissing and moaning, with the palm of my hands glued to her fleshy bum cheeks. I tried to move them apart to prepare that area and enhance my access into it and used my finger to search for her bum hole. I then said to Veronica.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and I’ll go downstairs to prepare your bum hole.” “Mmmmmm!” You filthy git, yes I want your Chrissie to hear you penetrate me anally!” Oooooo!” She exclaimed!

“Well, lubrication is needed, let me get the baby oil.” I said.

“Ooo. That will be nice, but why don’t you use your saliva first to lubricate my bum that way you get to taste my anus juices and give me a taste too. Mmmmh”

“I will!” I replied. “I can’t believe that I you are letting me dig my penis into your anus. You wouldn’t believe how long I have fantasised about this moment.” I said.

Veronica was resting on all fours, with her face buried into the pillow and her gorgeous curvy ass was pointing up in the air. I positioned myself behind Veronica’s butt, as I absorbed the sexy sight of her pale white butt cheeks and browny ass crack. The beautiful aromas of her butt was also enticing. I looked underneath to catch a view of her pussy and noticed she was starting to glisten and her waist chain was dangling down off her belly.

Veronica reached down to her thighs and then pulled apart her butt cheeks allowing me access to her gorgeous brown rosy bud!

I moved my face towards her ass crack and buried it in. I spat on her bum hole and used my tongue to spread my saliva deep into Veronica’s bum hole. My tongue journeyed into realms that no tongue had ever reached before.

“Oh that’s so filthy.” She moaned. I continued to dig my tongue in and out of her sexy bum hole and up and down the rim of her ass, licking it up like it was ice cream. I was I was in total heaven.

At the same time Veronica started to rub her pink pussy, which was glistening and beginning to drip again and she was really starting to moan loudly.

After a few minutes of getting my fill of analingus, I reached for the baby oil, flicked open the lid and poured a little oil into my hand and began rubbing both of them together to lubricate my hands and fingers and warm up the oil.

I slid a finger between the crevice of her butt and slowly over her anus. I pushed it gently and then my oily finger moved past her sphincter and into her bum hole.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

“Gorgeous!” she replied. “Gentle though darling! Try another finger. Oh gently does it” With two oily fingers now inside her bum hole, I began to move them in and out slowly at first, but slowly increased the speed. I kept that going for a few minutes, drawing pleasurable reactions from Veronica. I withdrew my fingers to sniff them and licked them to taste.

“Oh you taste fantastic Veronica! Would like a taste?”

“Oh, yes please!” She said yearningly.

I moved my hand up to her face and presented my fingers that were covered with the taste of her anus and my saliva, she turned her head to devour my two fingers moving up and down the length of them.

” Mmmm that is delicious, carry on darling!!” She moaned!

After a few minutes of finger fucking Veronica said, “I think I’m ready for your cock now.”

I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself between her thighs. I held my hard cock in my hands and guided it towards her inviting rosy bud. I rubbed my cock around her anal opening and her ass crack. I poured a little more oil and onto my penis and spread some oil over her butt to give her ass a lovely gloss. I then pointed my engorged cock head at her bum hole and gently pushed forward. My cock didn’t go in easily, but with a slow and gentle insertion I buried my cock inside her extremely tight and moist bum hole.

“Ooooooo! Oawww” Veronica screamed. “Are you okay? Just try to relax and don’t worry, I will be doing most of the work. Why don’t you rub your pussy?”

“‘Just shut up and start thrusting” she shouted.

” Oh yess miss!” I replied.

With every inward and outward stroke, Veronica moaned even more loudly. Slowly I picked up speed helped by her pleasurable reactions.

I found my rhythm. The sight and sound of my penis thrusting in and out and impacting on Veronica’s ass was incredible. I watched her oily ass cheeks wobble on impact. I focussed on her belly chain and reached my hand underneath to feel her chain and wobbly belly, whilst thrusting and then caught a touch of her soaked clitoris that Veronica was now rubbing vigorously. I tasted her pussy by putting my fingers in my mouth. I was in total heaven. I continued to thrust and looked behind to catch a glimpse of the wrinkled red soles of Veronica’s sexy feet. The sight of her toe rings really ramped up my excitement!

“Oh Veronica, you sexy animal!”

“Ohhhh pound my ass Steven, just keep pounding it!”

Veronica dug her face further into her pillow, squeezing it with her right hand, whilst her left continued played with her soaked clitoris.

“Urghh!! Urghh!! Urghh!! Oh fuckk!! She started to grunt loudly to the rhythm of my thrusting. We were both soaking in sweat at this point.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed. “This is unlike anything I felt before. Stuff my ass with your cock. I am going to make myself come.”

At the point we both heard a bang on our bedroom wall next to Chrissie’s room.

“What was that?” Said Veronica. “Don’t worry” I replied. I knew that was Chrissie next door reacting to being an outsider to this excessive sexual pleasure! I attempted to ignore it, but the banging carried on as Veronica moaned louder. I tried to not let it distract me and maintained my rhythm watching my sloppy penis disappear in and out of Veronica’s crevice. The fluid coming out of her bumhole was increasingly sticky. Veronica’s hand was rubbing her pussy so quickly that I was sure she was close to coming. The sight of her juices being tossed off her pussy and her ass wobbling to my thrusting was getting me close to releasing my seed into her anal cavity.

“Comiiiiiiiinnggggggggg!! Veronica screamed and laughed. Her juices flowed like a waterfall, soaking her hand and my duvet. The sight of this sent me over the edge into an ecstasy I could no longer control and I screamed “I am coming too!!”

Out poured my semen filling Veronica’s anus, heart beating into overdrive, as we both starting gasping for breath. Sweat was dripping off both our overworked bodies.

“Wow!” We both screamed. I withdrew my penis from Veronica’s anus. The smell of her anus, from which my semen now oozed was totally intoxicating.

At that moment, we both heard footsteps approaching my bedroom and suddenly my bedroom door was pushed open. Chrissie walked wearing nothing but her bra and knickers and witnessed the sight of me withdrawing my penis from Veronica’s ass hole.

“How was your holiday Chrissie?” I said.

“Oh enough about that!! All I wanted was to come back to peace and quiet and all I get is this filthy moaning. What you guys have done is nasty and I am sure the whole street has been entertained this afternoon!”

Before I could say anything in response, Veronica interceded and suggested, “Well you are welcome to join us next time. With a body like that I certainly wouldn’t say no. Isn’t that right Steven?” Veronica shifted and turned her body round 180degrees and reached forward with her head for my cock and started sucking the semen of it right in front of Chrissie.

“Hmmmm, hmmmm!” slop, slurp, slurp! Veronica was relentless.

“Oh my god, this woman is a sex queen Chrissie. Pleasssse ( as Veronica continued drain out the semen out of my cock). I need to share her with you” I said in almost total desperation.

“Hmmmm, tomorrow evening let’s set up a couple of mattresses down stairs to give us some space, to manoeuvre around!”

Veronica looked at Chrissie, whilst slowly releasing my cock from her mouth. “Oh Chrissie we might need a few days break from all this shagging today. I can already feel my bum getting saw after Steven just sodomised it. You and Steven are more than welcome to engage in sex tomorrow. You are much younger than me and my 47 year old body will need recovery. You can discuss the nasty things we can all get up too!”

“Okay that’s a deal” Chrissie walked away looking satisfied.

“Did that just happen?”I said. “It was totally surreal. I thought you handled it well. And oh wow what a beautiful shag fest we can look forward to.”

“Remember though after this threesome with Chrissie, I get to invite another male in for my version of a threesome. That was our deal.” Veronica winked at me.

“Happy to honour that Veronica!”

We reached for each hugging and kissing sloppily. I didn’t care that I was probably tasting my own semen. Veronica ensured I dropped my inhibitions whilst in her company. She was the best thing to happen to me in years!

To be continued…

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It’s hard to say whether me staying a virgin through the whole of school and until I was 20 was my choice, or just bad luck with girls. Either way, it opened me up to one hell of an experience later on that I wouldn’t trade anything for!

Through school, I had my friends, they had their girlfriends and boyfriends, and there was of course porn around. I never really got into porn myself. I wasn’t overly social either. Quite often I just preferred my own company. As an only child, no mother around, and a dad who’s happily single, sex and stuff was never really on my radar for the first 20 years. At times I wondered if I was gay or straight. So did others. But I soldiered on through, and as you’ll find out soon, things ended up happening as they should. Eventually!

I became curious about the female form after seeing artwork on some TV show when I was flicking through channels. A portrait of a nude female. Then they showed a group of people painting in a room, and her standing at the front of the class, stripped off, while they carefully observed her body. It was like something awoke within me and I decided to try and find out if this was something I too could try!

Ok. I’m no artist. I can draw an awesome stick figure if I try though, but as you might have figured out by now, this wasn’t about the artwork…

I live just down the street from our local community centre, and I was surprised to learn that art classes like this actually happen so close to home!

The next class I could join in was a week away. Believe me, that week couldn’t come quick enough! Sleeping at night that week became a mixture of pondering, excitement, fantasies, masturbation… There was definitely masturbation! Again, it’s not something I’d done much of through my school years, unlike most people my age. Sure, I’d tried it, but it didn’t do much for me. Suddenly now, I was a horny, inquisitive teenager at 20!

What would I see? Sure, I’d seen plenty of diagrams in Sex Ed class at school, but seeing it in real life would be an experience. Would a naked female look the same as in drawings? It feels strange to say, but at the age of 20, I was aware of what a clitoris was, a vulva too, and the vagina. I knew there was lots of stuff going on down there that I was finally bursting to see… but until then, I never had before in the flesh!

I turned up to the class, nervous, and about 20 minutes early. My heart was in my mouth! I was also trying to make sure I’d be prepared and ready if someone was to ask me an art question, as I really knew nothing about it! Maybe I could blend in with the class. Maybe no one would know I can’t draw and have no interest in it. Maybe no one will notice.

Maybe not.

I was about to be busted!

Seeing no one else around, I made my way inside and followed the arrow I saw towards “Life drawing class”. Around the corner was an almost empty room with just one person inside, setting up tables, chairs and easels.

“Oh hello. You must be new. I’m Sandy.”

I was in my own world. Zoned out with my thoughts. A hand was reached out towards me.

“Oh…ahh.. Tom. Nice to meet you” I responded awkwardly.

Sandy had a curvy figure, was tallish, but just a bit shorter than me. She looked about late 30s, with wavy light brown hair that reached down just past her shoulders. Wearing a kind of sports tracksuit, I could tell she must take care of herself.

“Many coming today?” I asked, awkwardly trying to make conversation and scanning the empty room.

“We usually get about 15”, Sandy replied. “You are very early. I like to get here this early as it gives me a chance to get changed and comfortable for the class.”

“Are you the… errr… teacher?” I asked, suddenly feeling very exposed about how little I knew when it came to art.

“Sometimes I take on a teaching and instructor kind of role, but I’m doing the modeling tonight.”

Suddenly there were butterflies in my belly like never before. If I stayed for this class, Sandy would become the first woman I’d ever see naked! Unknowingly to her of course! I started to feel like a pervert.

All good, I reassured myself. I’m an artist and that’s why I’m here! God, it didn’t even sound convincing sivas escort when I tried to talk myself into it!

“Who are your influences?” Sandy asked.

“Oh… you know. Van Gough, Picasso…” I was just thinking of artists I knew the name of!

Pathetic really!

“Well” Sandy said with a smile “I look forward to seeing some of your work later on.” She then excused herself, saying she was going to change into her robe and prepare for the class.

I took a seat right up the front. The next 15 minutes seemed like an eternity, as the room began to fill; various ages, an even balance of guys and girls, all looking quite serious and not really making much conversation.

A much older lady entered the room, introduced herself as Barb to those who didn’t know, and then briefly spoke about Sandy and her experience, just as Sandy reentered the room dressed in a white robe.

“We’re examining and drawing the female form tonight” Barb continued “You’ll notice, Sandy has lots of nice curves, and the lighting in the room will cast some lovely shades and contrast her skin tone…”

Artist talk. I was lost.

“…And as you’ll see, as Sandy drops her robe for us, further curves across her chest. Remember, pay particular attention to the roundness and full form.”

Alright, I’m back in the room again. That got my attention in more ways than one!

Barb continued “Lower down, a rare sight these days, a lovely thick mound of pubic hair, that will again provide you opportunity for some interesting textures on paper.”

I shuffled in my seat, feeling a growing sensation in my pants as an erection started forming. Quickly glancing around the room, heads were already bobbing up and down as drawing commenced. I seemed to be the only one that hadn’t started yet!

Damn, Sandy had a nice body! The nipples on her medium sized round boobs were pointing straight towards my direction as she stood up straight, relaxed, and unfazed by the fact that she was completely naked with close to 20 clothed people focused on her body.

My cock was throbbing uncontrollably! My mind was racing. There would be jerking tonight; that’s if I don’t cum already during this art class!

Shit! I had lost track of the time. That must have been another 2-3 minutes of fantasizing and I still had no marks on my paper! I started to scribble on the page a bit before Barb instructed Sandy to reposition herself.

Sandy was now standing so that we could see and draw her backside. Either I was getting in to this whole art thing, or I was just getting into the whole naked woman thing! Her right hand on her hip, Sandy was standing at just the right angle so that her nipple was still pointing out, and further down, her bush was also slightly sticking out on show.

I think I did quite well, drawing the crack of her bum. It looked flawless, perfectly shaped, and easy to draw. Or so I thought anyway.

In what seemed like way too soon, the class came to an end. The room quickly emptied out and I realised I was last to leave.

I decided to stay seated while my erection went down and I checked Facebook on my phone.

“Let me guess. Tonight was your first time?” Sandy’s voice suddenly startled me. Fully dressed again, Sandy was standing in front of me and it looked like she was trying her hardest not to smirk as she looked over my ‘drawings’.

“Yeah. Could say that…” I replied.

“Drawing a naked person isn’t as easy as it looks!” I admitted.

“It’s just practice!” Sandy replied.

“Trust me. You’ll get there!”

Little did she know, that phrase applied to numerous aspects of my life!

“Are there any more life drawing classes like this one coming up here?” I asked.

“Barb and I are moving on to drawing flowers after tonight I’m afraid” Sandy said.

“I am available privately though if it’s something that interests you” she continued.

Of course it does, I thought to myself. But there’s no way I could justify that without starting to be really creepy.

“Thanks. It sounds good!” I replied, totally surprising myself!

Sandy ran through her booking fee and other relevant info, then I was on my way home. https://sivashabersitesi.com I’d made a booking for the next night at Sandy’s own home studio when she said she’d also be able to give me some tips and tricks to perfect ‘my craft’.

For the next 24 hours I had a nervous buzz about me. I actually dreamt about Sandy that night, and needless to say I woke up and had to change the sheets…

Right on 7pm I arrived at Sandy’s house, wondering what I’d be greeted with. Did she have a husband? Kids? How was this going to work?

“Tom! Come on through” Sandy greeted me at the door.

“My kids are with their father tonight so I can concentrate on our session. He lives across town and it’s handy for my work with clients.”

The walls of the house were covered with many full length framed paintings. It was quite a nice home!

Sandy showed me through to a room at the end of house and instructed me to sit down behind an artist’s easel while she again stripped off.

“Remember to focus on those curves leading down my stomach towards my thatch of pubic hair here” she advised.

“Take it all in and shade it so you get a nice even pattern. A darkish brown pencil would work in well to match the tones…”

I was again doing an appalling job, spending more time staring than I was drawing, and Sandy’s facial expression changed to one of concern. Her next words stunned me though.

“Tom, you can say no to this of course, but maybe the drawing side of it isn’t for you. Have you considered being a life model yourself?”

“Ummm… nah ummm…” My sentence structure was suddenly as brilliant as my drawing skills.

“I’m always looking for new male models to draw at home. What about if I draw you tonight?” Sandy suggested. “I’ll waive your fee and we’ll call it even.”

I was reluctant because my member in my pants had already started hardening up. I must have looked interested though because Sandy told me to stand up.

There was no mistaking the pointing bulge in my jeans and Sandy had now noticed it. Still, she chose not to comment. Very professional.

Before I knew it, I too was naked right in front of the naked Sandy. She’d walked past me by now, swapping places so she could be standing at the easel to draw me. Those boobs. That brown bush. That perfectly shaped ass as she passed me. My erection was raging and I didn’t know what to say.

Sandy chose to draw standing up. Now I felt I had an excuse to stare! It didn’t help my… hard embarrassing problem though!

“That’s it. Just stand there and ermm… point your…self in my direction.”

This stiffy was not going to go away! That’s when I awkwardly tried to make conversation and take the attention off it. Why did I say what I said? I don’t know… It was cringeworthy!

The silence in the room was killing me!

“Just looking at your bushy muff there… Sandy” I started. “It’s nice.”

“Oh, you like it? Thanks Tom.” she replied. “Must say, I’m surprised though. I didn’t think boys your age were in to pubic hair. I just keep it long and thick like this for the artistic effect in drawings.”

Then my conversational skills worsened even further…

“Yeah, so dense it’s hard to believe you’ve got pussy lips and a vagina hiding in there!” I said, surprised at my own stupidity.

“I’ve seen diagrams and stuff when I was at sch…” I stopped in my tracks. I’d said too much.

“Are you a virgin, Tom?” Sandy asked, sounding almost shocked.

“Umm n… yeah. I am.” I answered ashamedly.

“That’s ok. There’s stuff that you probably need to see and experience then” she said, very seriously.

“You probably wouldn’t have seen what a vagina looks like and you might as well see mine, since I’m already undressed.. only if you’re okay with that of course?” Sandy asked.

“Please!” I managed to say, my voice and throat a shaking bundle of nerves.

“Ok. Well yeah, you just see hair from this view, standing front ways” she started, almost sounding like a teacher. “But lots of girls you’ll meet your age are probably shaven.”

Damn, Sandy gave good Sex Ed!

Sandy now sat down on the couch behind her, opening her legs wide, showing me her parting lips beneath the hair.

“You’ll see a slit like this on all of us girlies though, the ones your age won’t have the hair probably” she continued.

“Now, in here is the stuff you would have seen in your school diagrams.” Sandy had taken both hands and pulled open her hair-covered pussy lips, exposing a glistening pink wet hole inside.

Without realising it, I’d instinctively started walking towards Sandy, with my hard cock in hand.

“Can… can I put this in there?” I asked.

Seriously, with smooth lines like that, was there any wonder I was still a virgin at 20!?!

“Nah uh. You need to appreciate it in it’s true beauty before I’ll let you anywhere near it. Baby steps, Tom! You can try to draw it now if you want… or just relieve some of that pressure… looks like you need it” she said dryly, looking at my erection.

She was right. Pre cum was now dribbling down onto the floor. I’d started to pull my foreskin up and down over my very purple and hard tip.

“Come closer. You can look. Have a good look, but no touching!” Sandy said.

With that, I moved right in close, staring her brown curls of pubic hair, feverishly pulling at my penis, faster and faster. Her hands stayed still, pulling her love hole wide open for me, giving me full access to study the pink folds of her increasingly wet vagina… my balls were tightening, my body started tingling and with that I yelped as cum spurted out in pearly white ropes, onto the floor below.

“That should slow you down for a bit”, Sandy said, sounding relieved for me.

I couldn’t speak…

“Don’t worry about your mess on the floor” she said.

“Just help me out here” Sandy tapped her pussy, motioning for me to come closer.

“Girls will love you if you can master this. Put your mouth to it, stick your tongue in” she instructed.

It was a taste like I’d never experienced before. Warm and almost salty, I remember thinking.

“Circle my clit with your tongue. That’s up here.” Sandy said.

“Mmmm ohhhh… you got it!” Sandy panted. “Keep going!”

I did as I was told, and soon felt my own member hardening up again.

“Want to lose your V plates?” Sandy asked, struggling to stay composed while I flicked at her clit with my tongue.

No more awkward conversations from me this time. Silently I raised myself up onto my knees and moved forward, letting my penis lead the way. Sandy took hold of it, guiding it in to her thirty-something year old pink wet pussy.

“Give it to me Tom! Don’t hold back” Sandy screamed as I thrusted myself in and out, kneeling in front of her.

It felt better than I could have imagined! How did I wait this long without sex?!?!

“Mmmmm… You’re good!” Sandy panted after a few minutes.

“I want you to try doggy. You’ll love it.”

I’d heard of doggy style from my friends and knew what to do.

I moved away from Sandy, watching my very hard and soaked cock twitching, waiting for more.

Sandy stood up to turn around.

There was that perfectly curved ass of Sandy’s again! Backing up towards me!

Even Sandy’s butthole looked cute. A perfect little star shape, covered with just one or two rogue strands of hair.

Still pointing straight up, purple and hard as ever, I guided my cock head back in to Sandy’s hairy pussy, picking up the pace where we’d left off.

Making sure my hands were put to good use, I reached them around in front of Sandy, grabbing hold of both boobs as I ploughed, over and over into her love tunnel.

Sandy was bucking. Shaking. Her heavy breathing was now turning into verbal noises.

“This is how it feels when you do it right Tom. I’m, I’m… cumming!! Aaaaagghh!”

Sandy’s vagina was tightening around my member. Spasming repeatedly, which was all I needed for that familiar feeling in my own body to return. “Uggghhh!” I grunted sharply as my own orgasm tore through me, pulsing into Sandy over and over.

I stayed inside for a while, loving the fact that my virginity was now gone.

Finally, Sandy spoke. “Now, wanna stand up? I’ll draw you now. I’ve got a real feel for the image I’m trying to achieve.”

“Do your thing, Sandy.” I said, as I got back on my feet.

Ok, so wasn’t quite the artistic experience I thought I’d get.

But I have an arrangement with Sandy now.

She ‘draws me’ all the time. 😉

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Anglia Ford was desperate; she had to somehow stir some life into that flaccid chunk of man meat that was her husband’s penis. She had teased it with her nipples, massaged it vigorously and sucked it zealously, and still it didn’t stir.

Her husband, Hillman Ford, groaned and said, “Leave the bloody thing alone or you’ll wear it out.”

“I will not leave it alone,” Anglia wailed, “I want my conjugation rights.”

“If you mean your conjugal rights,” Hillman replied, “you had those a long time ago and what have you got to show for it?”

That was a familiar theme but Anglia wasn’t going to start and argument because arguments are not conducive to erection making, so she said, “Darling, I’m trying to amend things now, aren’t I, so just relax and it might happen.”

Hillman merely grunted.

She returned to sucking his penis and at last she felt it stir. It was not that in the normal course of events she wanted to engage in sexual intercourse Hillman — it was in fact an unpleasant experience — but she needed his insipid sperm in her.

When she thought it had achieved sufficient rigidity she heaved herself over Hillman and inserted it into her vagina. It was rather like trying to push jelly into a narrow letterbox slot but she finally managed it. She started to bounce on him with short jerky movements because longer strokes might cause the thing to slip out of her.

It took a long time and there was always the danger that it might go limp before Hillman ejaculated — if he did at all.

Anglia knew that she had won through when Hillman gave another grunt. A pathetic dribble of thin sperm that she hardly felt splattered into her for a few seconds, but Anglia was satisfied with this for it would serve her purpose.

Relieved Anglia removed herself from Hillman and returned to her own bed. She was safe now and she slept soundly.

* * * * * * * *

Anglia, sad to say, was as a young woman somewhat avaricious. She had the looks and decided that she would exploit this asset. Encouraged by her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Morris, and urged on by her brother Austin Morris, Anglia became a natural huntress and her pursuit finally led her to Hillman Ford; fifty years of age, a wealthy scrap metal merchant, and lacking a son and heir, you might say that Anglia became a Hillman Hunter

It was at a social gathering held by friends of her parents they met. Gnome-like Hillman Ford had been invited because the host needed a favour from him. Hillman was like Anglia, on the hunt for a suitable womb to carry his son, and his beady eyes lit upon Anglia.

She was nineteen years of age he decided that she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Her hair was a full rich brown, with glints of gold in it as though there were captive sunbeams struggling in its depths. Her eyes, set wide apart, were hazel, a golden hazel that again recalled the memory of sunbeams.

Hillman had certain ideas about what sort of woman would fulfill his need. Anglia seemed to fit his requirement: hips sufficiently wide; breasts promising a goodly supply of milk when the need arose. “Yes,” he thought, “she’ll make a good breeder.”

Anglia was at first repulsed by ugly Hillman’s attentions, but when she learned that he was immensely rich, he became surprisingly handsome. If at their wedding any of the guests were amused by their height disparity and thought of Beauty and the Beast — Hillman five feet two and Anglia five feet nine — they didn’t show it. Nearly all the guests were either in Hillman’s debt or wanted a favour from him.

There existed an unwritten contract between Anglia and Hillman: on her side she must keep her looks and produce a son; on Hillman’s side, if she kept her side of the contract he would serve as a conduit to provide her with money and those things it would buy.

Hillman held to the view that money isn’t everything, but what it isn’t it will buy, and it had certainly bought Anglia.

After eight years of marriage Anglia had only honoured one part of the contract; she still had her looks, but she had failed to produce an heir. In fairness to her it has to be said that Hillman was well past his best when it came to sexual potency. The difficulty was that Hillman would not acknowledge that he might be the one at fault when it came to propagation hatay escort of the species.

He had never threatened to trade Anglia in, largely because her decorative appearance often gave him an edge when he held dinner parties for people from whom he wanted a favour, but Anglia was never quite sure where she stood in the scheme of things.

Sexual intercourse with Hillman she found repulsive, because apart from his general ugliness his fingernails were always dirty and his breath smelt of old sump oil. She bore this bravely, telling herself she must do her duty, and it was somewhat a relief when Hillman’s always weak libido descended on a scale of zero to ten, to somewhere around two and falling.

This however, meant that the chances of her getting pregnant were also diminishing.

Another ingredient must now be thrown into the mix. Avaricious Anglia may have been, and fearful that Hillman might dump her, but she was also sexually hot. Given that she found sexual intercourse with Hillman distasteful, and also given that he could barely perform, Anglia found herself in a maddening situation.

Even when Hillman did manage to perform it did nothing for Anglia, and almost invariably she had to creep back to her bed to service herself while Hillman snored stertorously in the other bed.

To meet her sexual needs Anglia could easily have taken a lover, but she always worried about getting found out and thereby being thrown off the gravy train.

And so Anglia found herself in a precarious and frustrating situation, eased only by Hillman’s financial generosity. The problem is that as sexual urges can become so insistent the balance between sex and money begins to tilt in the direction of sex.

Thus it was when Anglia’s brother, Austin Morris, came to stay with them at their seaside villa for a couple of weeks.

* * * * * * * *

Austin Morris was by way of being a bright young man. A research chemist he confided to Anglia that he had been working on something which, he said, “Will make ninety year olds guys perform like a Mercedes Sports and will turn women into supercharged eight cylinder jobs. It’ll render walrus tusks and rhinoceros horns obsolete,” he added, “and so I’ll be doing my bit to save the wild life.”

Anglia thought of asking Austin if she could try it out on Hillman, but hesitated because it might work and she would then be constantly engaged in sexual intercourse with him, and that was something not to be contemplated.

Austin’s revelation did however lead her to open up with him about her dilemma, namely, her distaste for sex with Hillman, her unsatisfied sex drive, her failure to produce the required son and the anxiety she had that Hillman might discard of her.

“Well,” Austin said optimistically, “look on the bright side. If he did divorce you you’d probably get a good payout.”

“Yes, possibly,” Anglia said doubtfully, thinking of the three thousand dollar a day barristers Hillman would be able to employ. “But you know me Austin, I like security, and I’ve got that with Hillman.”

She waved a hand adorned with rings, their precious stones gleaming in the afternoon sun, as if to demonstrate her security.

“Yes, I see what you mean,” Austin said. “What you need is some guy you fancy whose firing on all cylinders, that way you’ll get all the sex you need and he might get you pregnant.”

“Yes, I’ve thought of that,” Anglia replied, “but suppose I got caught, or the guy started to talk about what we were doing, they do you know. Affairs are tricky; you need to find someone you can trust absolutely. There’s this woman I know, Cowley Rover; she had an affair and the guy started to blab. Her husband found out and he nearly beat her to death.”

“Yes, difficult,” Austin said, looking at Anglia speculatively. “A bloody good looking woman,” he thought, “a pity it’s all going to waste. I wouldn’t mind road testing her myself.”

Anglia sighed and said, “Well, are we going swimming or not?”

“Yes…yes…” Austin said, snapping out of his reverie, “I’ll just go and change.”

* * * * * * * *

Now I can’t swear to the accuracy of this, but someone once told me that if there’s someone, like a sister, that you’ve known all you life, and then you don’t see them for a long time, when you do see them harshatayota.com again you can have a whole new perspective on them. That warm summer afternoon Austin got a whole new perspective on Anglia.

Having already decided that she was a good looking woman and worthy of a road test; after they descended the somewhat hazardous ladder down to Leyland Cove — it used to be called Daimler Cove but got it’s name changed when a Leyland truck went over the cliff killing the driver and scattering several hundred chickens that had been its load. A lot of the chickens got killed along with the driver, and locals claim that at times the ghostly clucks and squawks of the dead chickens can be heard.

It was upon the sands of chicken haunted Leyland Cove that the scales finally dropped completely from Austin’s eyes. Sister Anglia was revealed to him in all her seductive beauty.

She had removed her beach coat and stood before him wearing a minute bikini that was clearly designed to reveal rather than conceal.

“Who needs an aphrodisiac with her around?” he thought, his penis going into overdrive. She reminded him of the MG XP he’d set his heart on owning.

While he looked at her, she was staring at him, or more accurately, at the growing lump in his groin that his swim wear, like Anglia’s, failed to conceal.

“Why haven’t I noticed that before?” she thought, “after all, I’ve known him for years. He’s a really great looking guy, and I wouldn’t mind having that piston in my cylinder.”

In response to this thought her cylinder began to lubricate.

I wonder if anyone has come up with a way of lubricating a car cylinder before the motor has started, it might save a bit of wear and tear.

Sorry, I got sidetracked.

The over heating brother and sister made a dash for the sea in the vain hope that it would cool their systems. Of course the outcome was the very opposite because the cloth of their swimwear was rendered transparent once it was wet, and this I suppose was the designers intention.

They undertook the perilous tasks of drying each other and then lay down on beach towels. For Anglia it was all happening. Her vagina was well lubricated and it was enlarging; her external genitals were swelling and her clitoris was pulsating deliciously and her nipples had extended and were firmed. An astute observer might also have noticed the dilation of her pupils. She was revving up to go.

There was no doubt about it; she needed a good fast run.

As for Austin, his penis was erect and throbbing and his testes were gearing up for a release of his sperm and already they were sending precum up his shaft.

Have you ever noticed that if you leave a car unused for any length of time it deteriorates more rapidly than if you are driving it regularly? The moral is, make sure you do take it for a regular run, and a run was what Austin’s penis needed. It was just a question of who was going to activate the starter motor.

It was Anglia who turned the key.

“I trust you Austin,” she said meekly.

“Oh…er…do you?”

“Yes,” Anglia said fondly. “Do you remember that time I stole the chocolate biscuits and you saw me and I wouldn’t share them with you?”

“Mmm, yes, I remember.”

“And mum and dad accused you of stealing them and you wouldn’t give me away and you weren’t allowed to see television for a week.”

“Yes, I remember but you did promise to let me…”

Anglia blushed as she recalled what she had promised and cut in quickly before Austin spelt it out; “I always trusted you after that.”

“Oh,” Austin said.

“You’d never blab, would you?”

“Er…no…er…no I wouldn’t.”

The motor was running, Anglia put it into gear and let out the clutch rather violently.

“Make me pregnant Austin,” she said speaking rapidly.

“What?”

“For God’s sake make me pregnant and don’t make me wait I’m as horny as hell.”

“Here?” Austin gasped.

“There’s no one around so get on with it, or do I have to rape you.”

Austin got on with it. He took off Anglia’s bikini and started to kiss her and fondle her breasts but Anglia was up and running. “Another time…another time,” she cried, “Do it to me now.”

Her legs were wide open and Austin could see her pink inner lips fluttering over the entrance to her vagina. He got between her legs and began to seek her entrance with the head of his penis.

Anglia, impatient for his penetration, took hold of his penis and guided him in. As the head of his penis entered her it was grasped by the muscles that surrounded the entrance to her vagina and he gave a yell of ecstasy.

As he penetrated her he felt the rhythmic contractions of her vagina like the throbbing of a well tuned car engine; she was sending him into the seventh heaven, wherever that is.

“Come in me…come in me…” Anglia was crying out, “I need it I…oh…mmm…mmmm…oh…darling I’m…I’m…oh God…oh God…yes…yes…aaaheeeeow…”

Anglia’s only sexual experience had been with Hillman, and now she was discovering what had been missing in her life. It was not the weak solution that was Hillman’s sperm that now burst into her; it was Austin’s thick young cum.

She cried out as she felt it pounding into her, and afterwards she wept from sheer joy.

“Do you think that’s done it?” Austin asked as he took his penis out of her.

“Can’t be sure,” Anglia replied, we’ll have to have a few more goes to be certain, or as certain as we can be.”

“Ah, yes, but what about Hillman, he might…”

“No…no…darling,” Anglia said, “He’s gone to town for a week or so, business or something like that.”

“Ah excellent,” Austin said, “but would you mind if next time we didn’t do it on the beach, I’d rather somewhere private?”

“Let’s go back to the house,” Anglia said, we can use the big divan. I’d rather not the bedrooms because yours has only got a single bed, and I don’t fancy having sex with you in the same room I’ve had with Hillman, too many unpleasant memories.”

They made there way back up the ladder and headed for the house. Once there Anglia decided that Austin’s sperm had been given enough time to do its job, so she went off and had a shower to remove it. She invited Austin to join her but decreed that they should not have sex under the shower on the grounds that next time it had to be full throttle, and they could have sex under the shower some time in the future, just for a change.

They retired to the living room and specifically the divan, and having had their high speed test drive they now settled down to cruising speed; enjoying the journey, as it were and experiencing the finer appointments. This of course involved careful hand and tongue explorations of each others upholstery and instrument panels.

When they finally finished it was agreed that they would make very satisfactory vehicles for further trips but of course, there was a problem; Austin was not going to be around long term, and what was more, Hillman would be coming back.

It was the return of Hillman that Anglia most dreaded, not because she would not be able to copulate with Austin — she was sure they could work around that until Austin took to the road again – but because she knew what she had to do with Hillman.

First there was the difficulty in getting Hillman’s motor running, and then the unpleasant ride if she did get it turning over, and this is where we came in.

* * * * * * * *

At the time Anglia did manage to get Hillman up and running she did not know if she was pregnant or not. Her effort in cranking Hillman up and the unpleasant ride that followed might not have been necessary.

As it was, well after Austin took to the road Anglia discovered that she was pregnant, and this only needed confirmation by her doctor. An internal inspection of her working parts showed her to be in fine running order. When she announced to Hillman that she was pregnant he declared himself to be well satisfied wither performance.

Over the following months Austin visited in order to service Anglia and make sure she was ticking over smoothly.

When Anglia gave birth to a baby Ford (male), Hillman was ecstatic; so much so that his ancient engine blew a gasket and his motor seized up. Once he was safely ensconced in that great service department in the sky, Anglia and Austin decided they would henceforth reside in a doubler garage.

The little boy, whom they assumed was the outcome of their joint travels they named Wolseley, and they had many happy and adventurous journeys in the years to come.

Of course, it is just possible that Wolseley had sprung from Hillman’s dilapidated loins. Unless there are appropriate tests you can’t be certain, but Anglia and Austin aren’t going got find out.

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Desire Becomes Reality Ch. 03

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Anna arrived at the school and John was already waiting for her. She took a last minute glance at the car mirror making sure that she looked presentable. She was worried of any signs of love bite on her pale colored neck. Luckily there was none.

On the way home, John talked excitedly about the events at cadet camp but she was preoccupied with her own thoughts. After a while, John noticed his mother’s quiet demeanor and turned his head to look at her.

“Something on your mind, mom,” he said.

Anna realized that she had not really heard much of what her son was chatting about and she felt guilty.

“Ehh, sorry John, what did you say,” she replied with a forced smile.

“You seem to be miles away,” he answered.

“Emmm, it’s this new article that they wanted me to do, it kept me awake most of the night,” she lied unconvincingly.

“Tell me, how was your project,” she tried to turn back to his conversation.

John continued felt that his mother was not really attentive to what he said. They reached the house and he carried his bag to his room while Anna went into hers.

Once inside, she took a deep breath, berating herself for being inconsiderate. She could have raised unnecessary suspicions that could lead to disastrous consequences.

Taking hold of herself, she went out and called out to John.

“I’ll get you lunch, John,” she said outside his door.

“Ok mom, I’ll change first,” he replied.

After they had lunch together, she informed John that she had to run to the news office to send in her article.

While Anna was away, John worked on his computer. He was completing his school assignment for the following day. John looked for a certain software disc when he realized that Anna had borrowed it for her work. He hoped that his mother had not taken it along with her as he walked to her room to locate it.

It was not on her worktable. He opened the drawers and saw the disc. He was about to leave when he noticed a crumpled tissue at the side of the table. He reached out to drop the tissue into the wastepaper basket. He was about to dispose it when he observed the tell tale piece that stuck out at the end.

At 20, John knew what it was. He was dumbstruck at the discovery. He was in two minds whether to proceed but curiosity got the better of him. Slowly he unfolded the offending tissue. His pulse rate multiplied as he viewed the used condom. His hands were shaking as he placed the item back to its original position.

John quickly left his izmit escort mother’s room and walked back into his. Unimaginable thoughts swirled in his head. Something happened over the weekend. There could only be one conclusion. His mother had a sexual relationship with someone. The evidence was conclusive.

John had never imagined his mother being involved with anyone since his father’s death. There were no signs or evidence of any man in her life. He had never thought of Anna in any sexual capacity; she was just a mother as far as he was concerned. He could not come to terms with what he had just found out. As he sat deep in thought, he could not help but envisioned the image of his mother in bed with some stranger, taking liberties on her body. Anger and pangs of jealousy welled up within him.

When Anna came home, John pretended to be asleep when she came into his room. He could not bring himself to face her. He felt betrayed that she had not confined in him that she was seeing somebody. And the fact that they had been fucking in the house made it all the more sordid.

Dinner that night was a torture for him as he sat across her. Anna was in her night dress. John only looked at his mother when she got up and her back was towards him. He saw her differently, not as he always had. He could not help but the image of her being fucked by a faceless man made him choke of the piece of meat he was swallowing.

As he coughed repeatedly, Anna ran to him in motherly concern. She patted his back.

“Take your time to swallow, John,” she told him, handing him a cup of water.

He drank it gratefully and resumed his dinner. He was shocked at his feelings when she stood next to him. Anna did not wear her bra in the confines of home and John’s acute new awareness of his mother’s womanly curves was a sudden and intense reality of sinful yearnings that coursed through him. He had sexual contacts with girls in school but this was something entirely different.

“Are you feeling ok,” Anna asked her son, “you don’t look too good.”

“I’m fine mother,” John replied.

Anna was taken aback. He had never addressed her as ‘mother’ as far as she could recall. It was always ‘mom’. She looked at her son, trying to fathom his thoughts.

John finished his dinner and excused himself, telling her that he was tired and wanted an early sleep.

Anna kissed him and felt him pulling back, ever so slightly, but she felt his recoil. Walking back to her room, she was confused at her son’s madeinizmit.com reaction. As she sat on her bed, she spied the piece of tissue containing the condom. Quickly she got up and immediately flushed it down the toilet. God, she said to herself, how she could be so careless, leaving it lying around. What if John had come in and seen it.

1 month later:

Anna and Mark had met twice in secrecy at a motel on the outskirts of town. It had been hurried affairs, because they were constantly aware of the possibilities of being discovered. But their wanton need for each other made them take the risks.

That weekend, John informed Anna that he would be late coming home as he was spending time at his friend’s house.

Unable to help herself, knowing that John would be away for the day, Anna rang up her brother telling him that there were a few hours for them to spend together on the weekend.

Mark parked his car away from the vicinity of the house and waited. He waited and saw John getting into his friend’s car. When they were out of sight, he drove into the driveway.

In reality, John had no intentions of going to his friend’s place. He wanted to find out who his mother had been meeting. Since the day he knew her secret, there was no one that she introduced him to nor did she talk about meeting anybody. He did not want to spy on her but her deception became an obsession that dominated his everyday existence.

John told his friend to drop him off in town, making excuse that he had something important to attend to. He walked into a snack joint and took a drink, spending an hour to decide whether he should do what he intended to. He finally made up his mind, hailed a cab and headed for home. He stopped a block away and walked towards the house. His heart skipped a beat when he saw two cars in the driveway.

He felt relieved when he noticed it was Uncle Mark’s vehicle. As he approached the house, it suddenly dawned on him the unspeakable possibilities. His heart said no but he had the unthinkable premonition of what he fearfully dreaded.

He stood outside the door, not wanting to enter. Everything seemed so quiet. With trembling hand, he turned the door knob. It was locked. John took out his key and slowly unlocked the door. He let himself in. There was no one in the hall. His eyes wandered around. He heard the soft cries.

He looked towards his mother’s room. The door was slightly ajar. The sounds emitted from the direction. His heart thumping rapidly, John tiptoed to the door and stood still. The fear of discovery made him want to run.

He heard his uncle’s voice.

“I could suck your breasts forever, love,” Mark said, amidst the sucking sounds that followed.

John’s knees could hardly hold him up. His uncle and his mother were inside doing what married couples were doing.

“Suck me, please suck me,” Mark moaned.

John stepped closer towards the slight opening and his eyes saw their images reflected on the dressing table mirror. His eyes almost popped out as he saw his mother’s mouth enclosed on her brother’s stiff penis, bobbing up and down while he held her head in his hands.

The erotic scene, like the adult tapes he watched, made his penis stiffened painfully in his underwear. He watched with rising awe as Mark lifted his mother’s legs and his mouth closed on her crotch.

“God, dear god, so nice, so nice,” Anna moaned.

John craned his neck closer to get a better view. He gasped when he heard Mark utter.

“I want to fuck you now.”

“It’s ok, I’m on the pill, I want to feel you.” Anna said.

He watched his uncle mount his mother and inserted his penis inside her.

The obscene sound of their flesh meeting made him ejaculate into his cotton briefs.

“Sweetheart, I’m coming, I’m coming,” Mark cried out as he kissed Anna tightly.

John knew he should not stand there any longer and slowly made his way out.

He closed and locked the main door. John walked away from the house. He wandered a block away and strolled aimlessly. He looked down and saw the wet patch at the front of his trousers.

For a long while he waited until he saw his uncle’s car passed the bend where he stood, out of sight.

He had seen something so personal that only a handful of humans had the opportunity to witness, a son watching his mother being fucked by her brother.

He walked home listlessly, unsure of what he should do.

John stepped into the house and saw his mother in her bathrobe, taking a drink in the kitchen. Her hair was combed back, still wet.

They looked at each other.

All he could see in his mind was her nude form, in her throes of sexual surrender as uncle Mark was taking her beautiful body.

“You’re home early,” she said, her cheeks blushing in sudden anxiety.

“Uhhh, Frank had to run some errands for his mother. Something came up,” he lied. “By the way, did anyone dropped in?” he continued.

“No,” Anna replied.

With his back towards her, John said softly, “I was quite sure I saw Uncle Mark’s car along the road as I was heading home.”

Anna bit her lips and could only respond, “Oh, are you sure?”

Part 4 to follow.

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Under Madam’s Bottom Pt. 01

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Amateur

Hello. I’m generally known for writing – and publishing – strong facesitting femdom. This story is a new departure for me. It’s an autobiographical story (and, sadly, fiction; I wish it had happened to me, but it didn’t!).

It’s in several parts, with only this opening Part written so far. It’s a gentle tale – spiced I hope with humour – about an innocent young man who’s about to be deflowered in ways even I haven’t yet dreamed up. I hope you’ll like it and want me to continue.

*****

PART ONE

I was 18 years old when it happened. When I heard the 11-word sentence (allowing for apostrophes) that would change my entire life.

It was 1972 and I’d just gone up to university; to study law in the hope of making the world a better place and myself a lot of money. (Well, even saints have to eat.)

It was the first time I’d ever left home, and I was understandably anxious. My widowed mother had no money to speak of and I was on the full student grant. It wasn’t much, certainly not enough for me to live on once I’d bought my books and paid for board and lodging. I knew I’d have to look around for paid employment. A job with hours I could fit into and around my three years of study.

So when Emily Carter came into my life and offered me money, a car, a room and free meals, it seemed churlish, not to mention impossible, to turn her down.

I’d answered her ad – for a room ‘at a reasonable rent’ – and was astonished to find that the house in which she lived (and where the room, not surprisingly, was situated) was a large detached Georgian building in its own grounds. A long, winding drive added to both its seclusion and sense of privacy – as did a manicured lawn and, beyond it, a lake and several acres of thick woodland.

‘I’ve had several applicants,’ she aksaray escort informed me across the kitchen table, while I did my best not to spill my tea and make a bad impression. ‘But none of them has so far proved suitable.’

I was pretty certain, just then, that I would shortly be joining their ranks.

Mrs Carter was a plump (but not fat) woman in her early forties (or so I guessed). She wore a dark blue blouse that matched the colour of her eyes. Her face was round and delicate, with a small, proud nose and a hard chin. Her lips were full, one lower than the other, which gave her a slightly sullen look, though she was clearly anything but.

As for her hair, it was long and dark, but pulled back, at the time of our first meeting, into a severe, school-marm-like bun that gave me the shivers. She looked like the sort of woman who might put a young man across her knee and give him a good spanking.

I hadn’t had much experience with women at that time. Well, to be perfectly honest, I hadn’t had ANY experience with women so my imagination tended to wander. I had a very active sex life – in my mind at least – and had mentally been with just about every women I’d ever met who wasn’t related to me.

Just then, I was finding it hard not to look at Mrs Carter’s breasts, which seemed unnaturally large and barely contained inside a blouse cut far too low for either modesty’s sake or, in my opinion, a woman of her age.

‘It’s the work that puts them off,’ she remarked carelessly. ‘Which is a pity but there it is.’

‘What exactly is the nature of the work?’ I inquired after we’d been chatting for about half an hour and hadn’t touched on it at all.

She regarded me carefully for several seconds as if trying to make up her mind and then, having evidently 68aksarayspor.com done so, replied: ‘I’m looking for a man who’s willing to lick my bottom.’

That was it – in case you’ve forgotten by now – the 11-word sentence (allowing for apostrophes) that altered everything.

‘I’m sorry,’ I muttered, convinced I’d misheard. Possibly she’d said she needed someone to ‘look after my bottles’ but had a speech impediment that made it difficult for her to pronounce certain words. I wasn’t sure why she would need such a person – perhaps she had a well-stocked wine cellar and hoped to keep it that way. Either way, it was her business, not mine.

‘I’d like you to worship my arse,’ she replied, a little more bluntly this time, and removing all doubt that wines of any vintage were involved. ‘In return, you will have free board and lodging, a small allowance and the use of a car. If you don’t drive, we can come to an arrangement over taxis. It’s not a deal-breaker, what do you say?’

I had no idea what I wanted to say and simply stared back with my mouth wide open like a goldfish waiting to be fed.

‘I will require total obedience,’ she continued, ‘and, on occasion, sexual satisfaction in the presence of my husband. Will this be a problem for you?’

‘In front of your husband?’ I repeated stupidly, finding my voice at last. I was lost in a moral minefield, but at least we’d moved on from her bottom.

‘I like to keep Henry in his place,’ she explained, as if that made everything clear, even for a dimwit like me. ‘It does him good to see another man enter me.’ She smiled, then added, as if the thought had only just occurred to her, ‘But you won’t be allowed to come inside me. Not unless I give permission.’

‘OK,’ I muttered, though I wasn’t sure if a shrill squeak counted as muttering.

‘Have you ever licked a woman’s bottom before?’ she inquired, as calmly as if she’d been asking if my library ticket had expired.

I shook my head. I wasn’t sure if it was the right response but, quite frankly, any response seemed wrong to me just then.

‘Excellent,’ said Mrs Carter. ‘You’re a virgin! Perfect! I shall take great pleasure in your training. By the time you leave, you’ll be ready to serve any woman who takes control of you.’

She spoke with such authority that, though I opened my mouth to reply, I quickly shut it again. When she stood up, I stood up, too, though I had no idea why.

‘Would you like to see your room?’ she said. ‘I have a contract for you to sign. It will make everything legal. Then you can move in … and get to know my bottom better.’

I said nothing, but followed her out of the kitchen. She was wearing slacks, fine black cotton that clung to her buttocks like a second skin. As we climbed the stairs, I watched, mesmerised, as they swung from side to side, two plump, fleshy boulders of life.

The house was sumptuously decorated. I’d never seen anything like it before. Portraits and landscapes lined the walls and dotted about were exquisitely fashioned items of furniture and fine china pieces. My room was equally well appointed, with a large double bed and two broad French windows that gave way onto a balcony. I’d viewed a cheap bedsit earlier in the day, that was still scarcely within my budget. This was like climbing from Hell into the highest reaches of Paradise. And all I had to do to earn my keep, it seemed, was lick a woman’s bottom.

I made up my mind there and then. There were worse ways to pass the next three years than here in this house being ‘trained’ by Mrs Carter.

I signed on the dotted line, and moved in three hours later.

Which was when I realised, a little later than I should have, that I might just have made the biggest mistake of my life …

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My gifts that I had purchased from Mr. Levitz were a resounding success with my uncle and Will. One of the gifts, though, had unforeseen consequences that caused me no end of unsettlement for a few days.

I believe my uncle was unused to being given presents, so strong were his feelings. He praised the Venetian glass set and insisted that it top the sideboard in the dining room. The bronze dancing faun he placed on his desk, saying that he would think of me every time his gaze rested upon it. He also agreed that it bore an uncanny resemblance to Will.

Fashionable homes at the time had what was termed a “Moorish corner”, a repository for the exotic. My rug was immediately placed there beneath my uncle’s favorite chair. He swanned about modeling the Japanese kimono and proclaimed it his favorite item of clothing. The fez also found a home in the Moorish corner, to be worn while my uncle indulged in his bubble pipe.

Will insisted upon modeling the short Japanese coat we had bought him and when he found where the length hit him, he stripped off his clothing in the front hall and donned the coat. The length was such that several inches of his flaccid penis dangled below the hem and in the back, the bottoms of his full buttocks were exposed to view. My uncle said that it was the gilding on the lily.

“Let me know the next time that handsome carriage driver will be calling” Will said. “I’d like to answer his knock dressed like this.”

“And perhaps you’d also like to be locked in the pantry whenever someone calls.” my uncle said.

The painting of the nude man wrestling with the stallion was placed in a position of honor on our bedroom wall. My uncle often remarked that the figure reminded him of someone whom he couldn’t place.

But it was Will’s other gift that caused a rift in the household.

Two days after my shopping spree, Daniel rang the front bell. He had taken to running errands for Mr. Steinberg so I suspected what his mission was. Philip answered the door and was confronted by Daniel cradling a large pasteboard box that was almost bigger than him.

“I got a package for Master Will.” he said.

My uncle, Will and I were sitting in the parlor and overheard, so we all strode to the door.

“For you from Mr. Steinberg.” Daniel said, handing the large parcel to Will.

“I haven’t ordered any new clothing for you.” my uncle said, mystified. He handed some coins to Daniel who took off running back to the tailor shop.

Will placed the parcel on the floor and cut the strings with his penknife. When he lifted the lid he found inside the green suit that I had selected for him.

“How very odd.” my uncle said. “Is there a card?”

There was, indeed, tucked into the front of the jacket. Will withdrew it from its envelope, read it and looked at us with an amazed expression.

“It reads ‘From Your Admirer’.” he told us.

My uncle snapped, “Let me see that.” and grabbed the missive from his hand.

Will lifted the suit and then hurried into the front parlor where he divested himself of his outer garments and donned the new suit. When he strolled out for our review, he was a stunning picture.

The suit was perfectly cut to enhance Will’s body and the color highlighted his pale complexion and flaming hair and green eyes. I think he had never looked more attractive.

He looked at himself in the long pier mirror and said, “So, I have an admirer who sends me gifts. He certainly knows how to make me look my best. Probably he’s seen me coming and going and has developed a secret passion for me. He must be wealthy to afford such an extravagant gift. I wonder who he could be.”

My uncle, still puzzling over the card, thrust it toward Will and asked, “Who is this?”

“I don’t know.” Will said. “But, if I were you, I’d be on my best behavior from now on. A gentleman who can afford such a fancy gift is probably more than capable of luring me away to become his consort.”

All color drained from my uncle’s face and he merely said, “Excuse me.” and mounted the stairs.

“I think I pushed it a bit too far, that time.” Will said.

“I think you did, indeed.” Philip replied.

Knowing that I could solve the mystery I followed my uncle upstairs.

“I must speak with you for a moment.” I told him.

He was donning his overcoat and gloves and he replied, “I have urgent business to take care of. We may converse on my return.” He swept past me and descended the staircase.

As he donned his hat Will asked, “Shall I accompany you?”

“I don’t find that necessary.” my uncle replied.

“Then shall I go and summon a carriage?” Will asked.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing that for myself.” my uncle stated. “I should probably become used to doing everything for myself.”

With that, he opened the door and hurried down the steps to the street.

“Lordy, I’ve never seen him so annoyed before.” Will said.

I looked guiltily at Philip, who said, “Perhaps he’ll be in better spirits when he returns.”

Will mersin escort spent the rest of the afternoon lurking near the front door and a few hours later we heard a carriage stop in front of our house. We all rushed to the window and watched as my uncle alighted, then stood engaged in conversation with the driver for at least a quarter of an hour.

The driver was a muscular young man of the Black Irish sort, coal black curly hair that shimmered in the sun and pale blue eyes set in a milk white complexion. He was strikingly handsome and even as he sat it was apparent that he had a well sculpted and attractive body. Will, I could tell, was simmering with resentment that my uncle lavished so much attention on the driver.

When their conversation finally concluded my uncle turned and mounted the steps to the front door.

“And who was that you were jawing with?” Will asked, meeting him in the hallway.

“Oh, hello Will.” my uncle replied in a very offhand manner. “That was Edgar, a driver from the stable. Such an attractive young man and charming, to boot. He’s obviously educated and ambitious. With the right patronage, I predict that young man will go far.”

Will’s eyes narrowed to slits and he asked in a strangled voice, “Is there anything you require?”

“Oh, no, run along. I just want to sit here and reminisce about my trip.” my uncle said with a vague smile.

Will, the picture of fury, stomped from the room.

“Uncle, was that kind?” I asked.

“Don’t question me!” he snapped, then recovered himself. “Please forgive me, I’ve had a trying day.” he said.

“Uncle, I was the sender of the suit.” I told him. “I had no desire to create disharmony.”

“I know that.” my uncle said. “Where did you think I had gone? I flew to Mr. Steinberg’s and demanded to know who Will’s admirer was. He confessed that the card was his own inspiration and that he hadn’t thought to cause upheaval. It was an innocent mistake.”

“But Will is still upset.” I said.

“A hardy dose of his own medicine shouldn’t be more than the fair Will can bear.” he replied with a smile.

A few minutes later Will came into the room and said, “I have to run a quick errand, I’ll return shortly.”

He left and my uncle sat in the parlor with a slight smile.

Will returned about a quarter hour later, looking triumphant.

“I just had a conversation with Micah about your new friend Edgar.” he told my uncle. “Micah said that he is an opportunist who’s well known for his flattering attention to his customers, all in hopes of material gain. He also said that he’s a well known slut and that it wouldn’t be surprising if he had a nasty woman’s disease.”

“It might be worth taking the chance to be on intimate terms with such a fetching and accommodating young man.” my uncle replied, at which Will swiveled on his heel and stomped back into the kitchen.

Will sulked the remainder of the day and evening and at bedtime he insisted that instead of his usual spot between my uncle and Philip he be allowed to sleep next to me on the far edge of the bed, a mattress expanse between my uncle and himself. He spent the night turning and thrashing to the extent that the next morning I felt thoroughly pummeled.

After a breakfast notable only for its gloominess, my uncle, Philip and I were once more seated in the parlor while Will isolated himself in the kitchen. At mid-morning the bell rang again and poor Will stomped to the door to answer.

Daniel once more stood outside, this time with a different burden.

“These are for you.” he said as he handed Will a bouquet of carnations and a heart shaped pasteboard box of chocolates.

“Who sent them?” Will asked.

“I don’t know, I never saw him before.” Daniel replied.

By now the three of us were also standing in the entry hall and my uncle handed Daniel some coins and sent him on his way.

“Carnations, what pedestrian taste.” my uncle commented. He took the box of chocolates from Will, opened it and selected one and bit into it.

“Phew, factory made and stale besides.” he said with a grimace. He handed the box back to Will who, looking miserable, slunk back into the kitchen.

I looked at my uncle and he said, “Just trust me. And not a word to Will.”

A short while later my uncle came down from upstairs dressed for the outdoors.

“Are we going somewhere?” Will asked as he came into the hall.

“I am.” my uncle replied. “I have business to attend to and I’ve already arranged for Edgar to pick me up. I’m sure that you can find enough to keep yourself busy in my absence.”

He departed and Will watched him climb into Edgar’s carriage, the picture of abject misery. Then, with heavy feet, he retired to the kitchen once more.

My uncle was only gone for about an hour when Philip and I heard the carriage once more stop out front. My uncle climbed the stairs and entered the entry hall. In his arms he carried an enormous bundle of flowers, examples of every type available mersinescort.asia and in his hand he clutched a beribboned box of fine chocolates.

“Will, someone is here to see you.” I called out.

Will shuffled into the room until he saw my uncle still standing in the hallway. My uncle came forward until he stood before him and said, “This is how a gentleman woos his beloved because once he owns your heart, nothing is too good for him.”

He handed the flowers and chocolates to Will who stood looking downward with brimming eyes.

“Will you help me to arrange them in water?” Will asked in a small voice.

He led my uncle into the kitchen and closed the door and immediately I heard alarming sounds that indicated some sort of scuffle.

“Do you think we should go in and separate them?” I asked Philip.

Looking over his book at me he replied, “I don’t believe that is the sound of them fighting, rather the opposite.”

A few minutes later, my uncle with clothing and hair askew led Will by the hand into the hallway. Will’s face and cheeks were red and moist looking and his eyes glowed.

“I believe we shall be busy the rest of the afternoon.” my uncle said, leading Will upstairs.

Neither of them made an appearance the rest of the day and finally at three o’clock Philip said, “I suppose I should start dinner. I don’t think Will’s assistance will be available today.”

“I’ll assist.” I said. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

That afternoon in the kitchen was a revelation. I had had no idea of the amount of sheer labor it took to produce a meal. It seemed endless.

“You do this every day, for every meal?” I asked Philip.

“Breakfast is usually easier because not much is required and lunch is often taken out or skipped all together. But, yes, this is what it requires.”

“How do the two of you manage while taking care of your other responsibilities? And especially when we might all be out for the day.”

“It isn’t easy.” Philip replied.

Later, when the meal was finally prepared and ready to serve, I went upstairs and knocked upon the bedroom door and informed my uncle and Will.

“We’ll be there in a moment” my uncle called back and I descended to the dining room.

Will arrived first, his clothing in disarray and his usually immaculate hair standing up in witch’s brooms. I believe he was wearing only one boot. He sat down at the table in a place with no setting and sat staring into space, wide eyed and oblivious.

My uncle, by contrast, slunk into the room much as I surmise a big cat would after it had just made a kill. He sat at the table with a self satisfied grin and beamed at each of us. I hurried to move a place setting in front of Will and sat back down and observed him. His vacant expression resembled someone who had witnessed some natural disaster.

“Whatever did you do to him?” I whispered to my uncle.

“Everything.” he replied with a grin. “Repeatedly.”

Philip served each of us and then we all sat and looked at Will who seemed at a loss as to what to do next.

“Eat, Will, you’re hungry.” my uncle said to him and he slowly roused and began to eat. He sat throughout the meal moving like an automaton while we observed him.

“Whatever you did, I want you to teach me.” Philip said, to which my uncle smirked.

When we had finished eating, my uncle rose and grasped Will’s hand.

“I’m afraid that you’ll have to do without Will’s help clearing up, also.” he said as he led him back upstairs. “I have something I really must show him.”

When Philip and I retired late that evening, both my uncle and Will were sleeping the sleep of the dead and didn’t even rouse when we joined them on the bed.

The next morning, Will was another person entirely. He rose early and we were wakened by him bringing in a tray with breakfast for one.

“I made you a special breakfast, my darling.” he said to my uncle and then kissed him on the top of his head. He made sure that my uncle was comfortable and then virtually floated out of the room.

My uncle began to eat as Philip and I sat and stared at him.

Finally he looked up at us and said, “Don’t worry, he’ll be back to his usual cantankerous self in a day or two and then we’ll all be sorry. ”

* * * * * *

After the turmoil had subsided in the household I again broached the subject of self defense with Philip.

“I am still waiting for an introduction to your friend who teaches fisticuffs.” I told him.

My uncle, overhearing the exchange said, “Whatever are you talking about?”

“I have a friend who owns a gym and I foolishly told your nephew about him.” Philip said. “He insists, even after I’ve explained to him that it is a Negro gym, that I introduce him there in view of being trained. You really must tell him that it just is not done.”

“It has been my experience in the short time that I’ve known my nephew that what the gods don’t tumble into his lap he obtains by the use of persistence, wearing away at objections like water dripping on stone. Introduce him to your friend and let the cards fall as they may. At least you won’t be bothered by any more of his nagging.”

“Yes, and I’m very good at nagging.” I said.

“Very well, but be it upon you if you wind up insulted and the reason for all around discomfort.” Philip replied.

The next morning Micah arrived and we boarded his carriage. He was looking particularly handsome and he chuckled when he noticed that I had suddenly developed a mound of swollen flesh in my trousers.

“I know just the remedy for that inflammation.” he said.

“And I assure you that I will soon put myself in your healing hands.” I replied.

Philip, still peeved at our mission, didn’t deign to acknowledge either of us.

Micah drove us through the town and we soon entered a district that was as different as possible from the environs we had just left. The buildings were older and poorly maintained and there was nary a pale face to be seen in the crowd.

“As you see, this is hardly what you are used to.” Philip said.

“And obviously you are unaware of the squalor I lived in until my uncle rescued me.” I replied. “I feel perfectly at home.”

I was aware that I was receiving covert looks from passersby, probably wondering who I was and what my business might be. Even so, the looks were not unfriendly.

Micah pulled up in front of the address Philip had given him, but Philip was reluctant to dismount.

“Shall we proceed?” I asked Philip.

With less than good grace he led me to a double doorway in one of the buildings and entered, leaving me to follow. Inside, there was a wide double staircase which he had already half way ascended. Once I had scaled the stairs I entered a huge room, what I would imagine to be the size of a ballroom. In the center there was a raised platform with ropes surrounding it on all four sides. Inside of it, two men were sparring. At various other locations in the room there were men exercising with barbells or exercising on the many mats that littered the floor. Once again, I was aware that I was an object of curiosity.

Philip had crossed the vast space and stood waiting for me by an open doorway. Before I had met up with him, he stepped inside.

Entering, I discovered that it was an office with a desk in the center and chairs lining the walls. Behind the desk sat one of the most imposing men I had ever encountered.

He appeared to be in late middle age but his body was a solid mass of muscle, no fat or sagging tissue anywhere visible. His upper arms looked to be the size of my thighs and his massive chest displayed its development even through the fabric of his shirt.

He was of a singular coloration, his skin a warm bronze color that had an interior glow of redness. I noticed that even though he was so massively developed, his hands were long fingered and fine, similar to a musician’s or artist’s.

I looked up to his face and saw that he was contemplating me as I was him.

His face was of the fierce, sharp featured type that I now know indicates a North African lineage. His arched nose and perfectly formed lips were brazenly beautiful. But it was his eyes that one couldn’t stop looking at. They were almond shaped and the color of old amber, a shade I’ve never seen again. A light seemed to radiate from them and I felt the way a luckless gazelle must feel staring into the eyes of a lion about to attack it.

Philip introduced him, saying, “This is my good friend Mathias Good.”

I stepped forward and proffered my hand as I told him my own name. His handclasp seemed reluctant but incredibly firm.

“Philip has told me that you are the best trainer in the town.” I said. “I was wondering if it might be possible for you to teach me at least the rudiments of self defense.”

He didn’t reply immediately, allowing me time to gaze around me. On the walls I noticed posters advertising past bouts between boxers though none seemed to be sporting the name of Mathias Good.

Directly behind him was a large board that specified charges for services.

“I might be able to assist you.” Mr. Good finally said. “For a fee of $15 a month.”

I looked over his head to where the board hung. One line specified “Deluxe Membership With All Privileges-$5 Per Month”. Even that seemed a heady price but the price he had quoted me was outrageous.

Keeping my annoyance in check I merely replied, “Thank you for your time. We have some other business to attend to.”

I had swiveled on my heel and was heading for the door when I heard him say, “Wait a moment.”

I turned back to look at him and he asked, “What is it you want here?”

“I was hoping to learn to defend myself.” I replied. “Philip mentioned in passing that you are the best person he knows of to teach me that and I’ve discovered that Philip is rarely, if ever, wrong. Thank you for seeing me.”

I turned to go once more when he said “Don’t rush off. I needed to know your motives.”

I turned around again, mystified.

“My motives would seem fairly limited.” I said. “And I am able to read a signboard, so perhaps it is your motive we should investigate.”

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“Would you like to go into The Darkroom with me?” he asked.

I smiled politely and said to him, “Thanks, Barry, but I’ve already seen it.”

He seemed disappointed, and somewhat surprised. “OH…okay, I’ll talk to you later,” he said and abruptly walked away in the middle of our conversation.

Why are these guys so interested in showing me The Darkroom? I wondered. Barry had been the third guy I’d met at the party who asked me that question.

Earlier, in search of a bathroom, I had mistakenly opened a door with a small green light near the doorknob and walked inside. In the darkness I fumbled for the light switch and when I flipped it on, the room became aglow in red. I looked around and recognized it to be a photographers darkroom. I turned the light out and continued my quest to find a bathroom.

The whole party had an odd feel to it. When I arrived and began looking for Thomas, I noticed there were probably more than double the number of guys than girls.

Oh great, I thought sarcastically, my chances of getting laid went from slim to none!

I say that not because I’m some hideous creature who repels women, no, in fact I have been told by many girls that I’m very cute… the problem seems to be my size, I’m only 5′ 6″ and 130 pounds, and almost every time I engage a pretty girl in conversation, and I’m making her laugh and we’re having a good time, she always ends up leaving with some 6′ 2″ hunk…it’s like I’m the warm-up act and when the star of the show arrives—she goes home with him!

“Johnny,” I heard Thomas call out behind me. “I’m so glad you could make it—I wasn’t sure if you’d come or not!”

I’ve told him many times at work that I preferred to be called ‘John’ not ‘Johnny’ but it seems to fall on deaf ears…well, he is my boss, and well, what difference does it make anyway?

When I turned to speak to him I was taken aback by his attire. He was dressed in a tight, white tee shirt and faded blue jeans. At the office, he always wore dress shirts, nice slacks and a suit coat with no tie…he is a good five-inches taller than me so when he came closer I couldn’t help but stare at his chest…I knew he worked-out, but at the office, the suit coat hid his body, but now, his finely chiseled and sculpted chest seemed to threaten to burst his tee shirt.

He smiled and asked, “Like what you see?”

I blushed and stammered, “Uh, you’re in great shape!” I didn’t know what else to say.

“Well, you look nice too—I love your shorts…and your legs!” he said.

I was wearing Bermuda shorts and a golf polo shirt. For some reason I said, “I, uh, don’t own any blue jeans.”

He smiled and said, “Doesn’t surprise me a bit” then quickly added “Have you been here long?”

“No, uh, I’m only on my second drink,” I lied, I was finishing my third drink.

“How about showing me where the bar is?” he said. “You need a refill and I could use something myself.”

All the rooms in the big house were dimly lit, but at parties, I always made sure I knew how to find the bar.

“I’ll have a glass of chardonnay!” he said pointing to the bottle chilling in the wine bucket.

“Oh, okay,” I said. I found a wine glass and filled it three-quarters full. I then put a couple ice cubes in my glass and filled it with Jack Daniels.

“Oh, you’re a serious drinker, aren’t you!” he said.

I blushed and momentarily wondered if it was such a good idea to look like a lush in front of the boss, but he smiled at me, raised his glass and said, “I’m glad you could come tonight.”

We clinked glasses and took healthy swallows.

From beside me I heard a female voice say, “As long as you’re pouring, cutie-pie, I’ll have a glass of wine, too!”

I instantly recognized the voice of our Office Manager, Linda. “Certainly!” I said.

I didn’t look at her until I gave her the glass of wine. OH MY GOODNESS, I thought when I saw her towering over me. She was a tall woman to begin with, but in spiked high-heels she looked like a giant…and then came the second shock…she was holding a leash and it was attached to a dog collar fastened around the neck of a young, pretty girl.

OH MY GOODNESS—that’s Tracey, our receptionist!

I tried my best to stay calm and nonchalant. I asked Tracey, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

Linda spoke for her. “No, she’s been a naughty girl—I’ll give her something to drink in The Darkroom!”

Thomas and Linda both laughed. I didn’t know what she meant, but said to myself, Boy, what’s so special about The Darkroom?

I looked at their slutty ‘costumes’ when they walked away from us and asked Thomas, “I know this is the middle of April, but is this supposed to be some sort of costume party?”

Before he could answer, an older man passed by us escorting a boy about my age…the boy was naked except for a white jockstrap—the boy’s plump buttocks jiggled as they went by…then I saw the boy’s wrists were handcuffed behind his back.

Thomas laughed. I guessed he was amused by the stunned expression on my face.

He placed his hand on the back of my neck and gently massaged nevşehir escort it. A chill ran up-and-down my spine.

“I thought you knew this was a gay party?” he calmly said.

And then—OH MY GOODNESS—the sudden reality shook my brain.

“I, uh…well, it never occurred to me that you could be gay,” I answered softly.

“Really?” he said sounding surprised. “It never occurred to me that you could be straight!”

My face burned red. Two guys got up from lounge chairs at a small table nearby, and Thomas said, “C’mon, let’s sit and talk!”

He guided me to the table by the nape of my neck. His gentle caress caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight.

He leaned in and I stared into his beautiful blue eyes waiting for him to speak. “Be honest with me, Johnny—you’re really NOT gay?”

Another fierce blush covered my face as I vigorously shook my head back-and-forth.

Thomas sat back then took a sip of wine. I took two large gulps of whiskey to try and calm my now-frazzled nerves.

“So tell me, how long have you been telling people you’re not gay?” he asked with a smile.

Huh? WHAT?

“I-I…uh, well, I—“

He laughed out loud. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me!”

“No-no, really…I don’t have anything against gay people at all…I even knew some back home!”

“Well, it does take one to know one, don’t you think?” he said.

He keeps twisting my words—why is he talking to me like this?

“You moved here what? Three-months ago? (I nodded) You’ve gone to bars with some of my warehouse guys and they say you’re more interested in drinking than meeting women…in fact, I’ve heard that whenever they try to set you up with a girl, you make excuses not to meet her, isn’t that right?”

“No, uh, I’m shy…I really don’t know what to say to girls…I get all flustered and say stupid things…I like girls—I want to meet them—I’m just not very good at it!”

“Have you met ANY girls since you moved here?” he asked.

“Well no, it’s like I said—I’m not good at it!”

“Have you EVER had a steady girlfriend?”

“Well yeah—of course!”

“When?”

“Ah, well, it was awhile ago, but yes—I had a steady girlfriend for over two-years!”

“WHEN?”

“We, uh, broke-up when she went away to college.”

“So the last time you were with a girl was when you were eighteen—three-years ago?”

“Well, yeah…I know it’s been awhile, but…”

“Did you have sex with her?”

“Well, yeah—of course!”

“What did you do with her?”

Why was he asking me such personal questions? “Well, you know—the usual things…”

“No, I don’t know—I like guys, remember? Did she let you feel her up? Did she feel YOU up? Did she masturbate you? Did she suck your cock? Did you eat her pussy? Did she let you fuck her? I’m curious if you’re a virgin or not!”

“I’M NOT A VIRGIN!”

OH MY GOD—this is incredible—what is he doing?

“Okay, calm down, I’m only trying to help you…”

I didn’t want to make him mad—he is my boss, after all.

“Yes, we did all those things…”

“Good, now we’re making progress…did you make her cum when you fucked her?”

WHEN IS THIS LINE OF QUESTIONING GOING TO END? “Of course I made her cum!”

“Really? Be honest with me, Johnny…you know I like you—I wish only the best for you—but I can’t help you if you lie to me!”

WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?

He suddenly took my hand and placed our palms together and compared the difference in size.

“This may be an old wives tale, but from the size of your hands and feet I’m guessing you have a small dick…is that true, Johnny?”

HOW COULD HE SAY THAT TO ME? How do you answer a question like that?

“I’m willing to bet you a thousand dollars she never had an orgasm while you fucked her…I’ll even bet the only way you could make her cum was by eating her pussy…am I getting warm there, Johnny? OH WAIT—I’ll bet you never made her cum at all? You never made her cum, did you?”

“YES, I DID—WITH MY MOUTH AND HANDS!” I said it so loud I looked around to see if someone else heard me.

“Alright, that’s good, Johnny—now we’re getting somewhere…did she let you cum inside her pussy?”

Maybe if I tell him what he wants to hear he’ll change the subject. “No…she made me take it out before I came…we weren’t, you know, using ‘protection’…”

“She had you eat her pussy more often than she allowed you to fuck her, right?”

“Yeah…”

“…and you really did not like going down on her, did you?”

How does he know all this? What gives him the right to ask such rude questions? “No, uh, not really…she was very hairy down there.”

“Yes, that can be a scary place, what with your head buried between her legs—your nose and mouth pressed tightly to her cunt—-it’s difficult to even breathe—you just wanted her to cum and get it over with as fast as possible, right?”

“Well, yeah, I couldn’t wait for it to be over with…”

More people were arriving nevsehirescort.net at the party, and sitting near the bar we had a good view of them as they made their drinks. It was becoming quite a freak show.

One particular boy caught my attention. He was naked except for a pair of yellow women’s panties, and when I looked closer, the panties were so sheer I could clearly see his ‘junk’ thru the material. Not only that, but he appeared to be completely hairless below his head—not a single strand ANYWHERE!

He was with a man about the same age as Thomas, which I knew to be thirty-eight. Thomas suddenly called out “Peter” and the man turned, smiled, and said, “Thomas, how have you been?”

“I have my health, and business is good…my love life is quiet right now, but, that may improve very soon!”

Did Thomas nod in my direction when he mentioned his love life?

“Teddy, go say ‘hi’ to Thomas and his young friend!” Peter said to the boy wearing the yellow panties.

“Yes, Sir,” he cheerfully said to Peter.

‘Teddy’ came to the table and stood close between Thomas and myself. I had to take a deep breath; he was so close I could now verify his ‘junk’ was totally hairless inside the tight-fitting panties.

“It’s nice to see you again, Sir,” said the boy to Thomas.

Thomas smiled and replied, “And you’re as cute as ever, Teddy!”

“The boy grinned and said, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Johnny, feel his legs—feel how smooth they are!” said Thomas.

HUH? WHAT? Does he really expect me to run my hands over a boys legs?

“JOHNNY—FEEL HIS LEGS!”

I immediately placed a hand on Teddy’s leg and lightly moved it up and down—OH MY GOODNESS—his skin was as soft to the touch as a baby’s butt. I was about to pull my hand away when Thomas said, “Keep going—feel his chest!”

I quickly obeyed and marveled at his firm and taut belly. I saw Thomas doing something with his hand behind Teddy—it appeared he was massaging the boy’s butt thru the panties.

And then—OH MY GOODNESS—the boy’s penis began rising inside the panties. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the slowly stiffening member.

“JOHNNY—reach your hand back here between his legs and feel the material!”

I didn’t want to do it, but I didn’t want to anger my boss, either. The boy opened his legs wider to give me better access when I reached thru his legs. Thomas grasped my hand and placed it on the boy’s panty-sheathed buttocks. My boss pressed my hand firmly against the material and moved it over the boys well-shaped asscheeks.

The boy’s prick instantly rose to full erection, and because I had to lean in to reach behind him, his hard prick, tenting-out the panties, was only six-inches from my face.

“Johnny, go ahead and kiss it if the mood strikes you!” I heard Thomas say from behind the boy.

OH MY GOD—HOW COULD HE SAY THAT TO ME? My face burned red. When the boy shifted forward and his hard prick was an inch from my mouth and I could smell the aroma from his freshly bathed crotch, I pulled my hand from his buttocks like it was on fire, and jerked my head backwards as if I were dodging a blow to my face.

I heard Thomas and Peter both laughing. “Thomas, good luck tonight and have fun,” said Peter.

“Thank you, Peter—who knows, maybe some night soon we’ll get together!” replied Thomas.

I was out of breath, but didn’t want my boss see me gasping for air…there was something else I didn’t want him to see, as well—the small bulge in my shorts that had grown when I’d felt the material of the panties.

“It’s getting too crowded in here, fix us two more drinks and we’ll move somewhere more quiet!” said Thomas.

I did as he said, and he then led me thru the house until we came to a small alcove that contained a loveseat, and a television a few feet away. I saw a door with a small red light, and recognized where we were—it was the door to The Darkroom, the door I had earlier mistaken for the bathroom. The loveseat was small, and when we sat, our legs were firmly touching.

“So Johnny, how long have you had your panty fetish? Since puberty?” he asked.

HUH? WHAT? My heart started pounding.

“Yes, it was quite obvious you became excited by Teddy’s panties…your shallow breathing, and the boner you sprung when you felt them were dead-giveaways! So tell me, how many times have you masturbated using women’s panties?”

OH MY GOODNESS—how could he ask that? How can I answer him?

“No-no-no-no…” I protested.

I was about to vehemently tell him to mind his own business when he pressed a finger to my lips and said:

“Shhhh—be careful Johnny—I DO NOT want to hear another lie from you! If you cannot tell me the truth about a simple matter as this—how can I ever trust you at work? I give you access to sensitive information on the computer system—if I can’t trust you I WILL assign you to lesser duties!”

Oh no—I LIKE my job—it’s almost as though I’m his personal assistant; he gives me more responsible work than anyone else there. I’d die if he took that away from me.

He added: “Okay, let’s begin again, and I assure you whatever we talk about is strictly between you and me—no one else will ever know what we tell one another—okay?”

It appeared I was doomed to have to sit there and answer extremely intimate questions. I nodded my head and softly said, “Okay.”

“Have you masturbated using women’s panties?” he asked calmly.

I paused for a split second then decided I’d better tell the truth.

“Yes,” I said very softly.

“Yes WHAT, Johnny? My God boy, you’re an adult—speak like one—answer my questions with complete sentences…I’m going to give you one last chance, Johnny—have you masturbated using women’s panties?”

There was a lump in my throat when I said, “Yes, I have masturbated with women’s panties.”

“Good boy…that wasn’t so hard was it? Now, did you wrap them around your stiff little dick, or did you actually put them on and wear the panties while you jerked-off?”

Oh my goodness—how embarrassing is this? “I wore the panties while I jerked-off…”

“Did you use your hand—or lie on your stomach and grind your little dick into the mattress?”

OH NO—how could he possibly guess? “I was on my stomach grinding my, uh, little dick into the mattress.”

“…and you shot your load inside the panties, right?”

“Yes, I shot my load inside the panties…”

“What kind of panties were they? Lace? Nylon? Sheer and see-thru?”

OH MY GOD!! “Nylon panties…”

“What color were they?”

“Yellow…”

“Who did they belong to?”

I hesitated…I can’t tell him that, can I?

“WHO DID THEY BELONG TO? Your sister? An aunt? Your mother?”

“My m-mother…”

“So, you masturbated and shot your load inside your mother’s yellow nylon panties, is that correct?”

As if in a trance, I repeated, “Yes, I masturbated and shot my load inside my mother’s yellow nylon panties!”

I wondered if it sounded as dirty and perverse to Thomas as it did to me.

“Don’t you feel better now after admitting it?” he asked. “Don’t you agree that ‘the truth will set you free’?”

No, not really, I thought to myself. All it did was remind me of a shameful period of my life, and worse, now my boss knows about it, too…but I didn’t want to make him mad so I simply said, “Yes, I guess so…”

“What do you think about when you masturbate?”

The hair on the back of my neck stood straight, and I involuntarily shivered…I prayed he didn’t notice.

“Is THAT what you fantasize about?” he asked, pointing at the television screen.

For the first time I looked at the television, and shocked, I watched two men and a woman, all naked, performing sex acts.

One man was lying on a bed, the woman was bending over and sucking his rather large cock; the other man was behind her, fucking her doggy-style…I couldn’t believe such a graphic porno video was on television at a party.

“I asked you ‘what do you think about when you masturbate’? What are your fantasies?”

“Well, uh, they’re like that—I’m either fucking a girl, or she’s blowing me!”

He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. The action had a calming affect on me.

“Look at the movie, Johnny…which one do YOU fantasize being—one of the guys—or the girl?”

OH MY GOD—HUH—WHAT???? If his strong arm hadn’t been holding me close to him, I would have leapt from the seat and bolted from the room.

“Not too long ago I’m sure you thought about women, but now…well, I don’t think fantasies about women work for you anymore…I think your orgasms are more powerful when you stare at hard cocks and picture yourself on your knees with a hard cock in your mouth, or bending over and taking a hard cock in your boy-pussy—isn’t that right, Johnny?”

I couldn’t move—his words completely immobilized me with a fear I had never known—a fear so strong I wanted to shrivel-up and die.

“Thomas, please—this conversation is making me uncomfortable!”

“I know it is, Johnny, it’s supposed to—it means you’re making progress!”

PROGRESS? Progress towards what ends? What does he want me to say?

“Why did you move here, Johnny? Why would a boy like you—smart, funny, articulate—good looking—move a thousand-miles from family and friends? What are you trying to escape from?”

He pulled me even closer to him.

“Or, better yet, what do you hope to find here—a place where everyone is a stranger to you—where people have no idea who you are—or, what kind of boy you are…”

“I-I came here for the weather—I hate the cold winters up north—I moved here for the sunshine and the beaches!”

“Oh, Johnny…I’m getting so tired of your lies I’m going to get up and leave you here alone…”

“No, please don’t go, Thomas! It’s just that, well, I don’t know what you want me to say…my life has been boring—I’m not an interesting person…”

After an exasperated sigh, he said, “Alright…if you want me to stay I’m going to change the rules…first off, I want you to address me as ‘Sir’…your vague and evasive answers to my questions make me feel as though you don’t respect me—I’m not only your boss, but I’m seventeen-years older than you and believe you may benefit from some of my accumulated wisdom…is that clear?”

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Minnie and the Newlyweds Ch. 08

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Angie had to suffer the ignominy of being dragged back through the department while still trying to pull her panda panties up properly and at the same time trying to keep her ridiculously short dress covering her buttocks. It was an almost impossible task and she continued to draw stares from passing shoppers, especially males of all ages.

Once outside the store Angie was led compliantly around the corner and before she knew it she was being dragged into the Replete Café again where her husband Peter was working. Angie cringed yet again with intense embarrassment as she knew all the staff in the café. A couple of them raised their eyebrows in obvious surprise at her choice of clothing, but politely said nothing. Angie quickly seated herself at the first table she could find, thankful of the protection it afforded her from prying eyes.

Peter had notice Alice and Angie enter the café and his mouth dropped open when he noticed what his wife was wearing. He knew it was not something she would ever choose to wear. It was outrageous, but heavens he had to admit it made her look very sexy. Quickly he made his way over to the table to take their order. Alice ordered trim lattes for them both before enquiring whether Peter liked his wife’s new outfit. Peter smiled and nodded that he did. Angie stared aghast at her husband. How could he think such a ridiculously childish outfit looked nice on her?

Alice smiled her agreement at Peter. “I knew you had a great fashion sense. The skirt is not too short on her, is it?”

Peter had noted his wife’s glare and was wary of what to say. He decided to sit on the fence. “I am not really sure. I didn’t really see the length,” he lied.

“Oh, that’s a shame. Stand up Angie and give Peter a good look. I value his opinion.”

Angie bit her bottom lip, and didn’t want to risk making a scene in the café so reluctantly stood up, at the same time tugging on her skirt to ensure it covered her cotton panties.

Peter was awestruck by his wife’s gorgeous long legs that looked great in the short skirt. She normally wore jeans and a tee shirt so to see her dressed like this was a real turn-on.

“It’s not too short,” he mumbled, being careful not to catch his wife’s eye.

Angie was finally allowed to sit again and quietly sipped her coffee, trying to remain as inconspicuous as she could.

After finishing the coffees Angie pleaded with Alice to head back to Minnie’s apartment, but Alice insisted she had to collect something for Minnie before they went home. Angie had to suffer the stares of astonishment as she was dragged for two blocks by Alice to the shop that sold fancy dress costumes. She was then made to wait outside while Alice went into the shop to select some fancy dress items off the racks. Angie tried to peer in but could not see past the window display. When she turned around to look at the people in the street she felt as if everybody was staring at her with a mixture of bewilderment and contempt. She blushed profusely and wished the ground would literally open up and swallow her.

Finally Alice emerged from the shop with several items in a big shopping bag. With a sly smile she grabbed Angie’s hand and headed off walking towards Minnie’s lakeside apartment.

Curious as to what was in the bag, Angie enquired but was met with a firm, “You will see, my little sweetie.”

Angie endured the walk back to the apartment in embarrassed silence. People openly stared at her childish clothing and provocatively short dress. Some youths in a car slowed right down and gave her a wolf whistle and made rude comments about what they would do if they had a ‘little sister’ like that. Angie kept her head down and blushed with shame.

Back home the two shoppers entered the apartment and could hear conversation in the lounge. Angie tried to pull away but Alice kept a firm grip of her hand and led her into the lounge where they were greeted by Minnie, who had returned home in their absence. To Angie’s utter dismay there were also two other women in the room, both mature ladies in their fifties. Angie tried to hide herself behind Alice so that her ridiculous clothing could not be seen, however Minnie was having none of that.

“What a delightful outfit you are wearing, my little darling. Stop being a silly little girl and come over here so Mummy can get a good look at you.” Minnie beckoned her over.

Angie could not believe that her landlady used the “Mummy” word in front of her guests, as well as calling her a “silly little girl”. To make matters worse she did feel like a child being admonished by her mother, which created a pot pourri of confused emotions in her head. Although embarrassed beyond belief she also felt a strange, exciting warmth in her belly.

With a deep breath she stepped rize escort out from behind Alice and stood in full view of her landlady and the two female guests. She was so embarrassed she could not bear to look them in the eye.

“Where are your manners,” Minnie admonished, “Look up and say hello to my good friends, Jane and Bev. You can call them Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev.”

Angie forced herself to look up at the smiling faces of the two ladies. “Hello Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev,” Angie managed to mumble.

“Such a nice outfit,” Jane responded, “I bet you think you look really pretty.”

“No, I don’t think she does think she looks pretty,” Alice interjected. “She has done nothing but grizzle and told me she does not like the clothing because she thinks it makes her look like a child. I even had to take her into the washroom and give her a damn good spanking on her bare bottom.”

Minnie raised her eyebrows and smiled at the antics her 18 year old niece had been up to. She was obviously a chip off the old family block, and clearly was adept and confident at dominating people with a naturally submissive personality.

Minnie then turned her attention to Angie, and her smile quickly turned to a look of mock dismay. “So you don’t like your pretty clothes that Alice so kindly purchased for you?”

Angie pouted defiantly, “No I don’t. They are childish and everyone stares at me. My dress is ridiculously short and I have to hold it down so my stupid cotton panties can’t be seen. What must everyone think of me?”

“Well I would say they look at you and think what a naughty little girl you are and they would be right,” Minnie responded, “What do you think Jane and Bev?”

“I totally agree,” Bev responded, trying hard to contain a smile, “Naughty and ungrateful I would say.”

“Absolutely agree,” reinforced Jane.

Angie bit her bottom lip. She wanted to protest how unreasonable they were being. She is a 19 year married woman and she should not be made to wear clothing that was totally unsuitable for someone of her age and maturity. But she suspected she had opened her mouth too much already, and to further protest her innocence would only worsen her situation. Little did she know that it was already too late for these sentiments.

“Well, if you don’t like the clothing, naughty little girl, then take it off.” Minnie wagged her finger at Angie.

Angie looked up hopefully. “Yes, Mummy,” she responded, and quickly turned to make a hasty retreat to her bedroom.

“Where do you think you are going?” Minnie’s voice boomed out, stopping Angie in her tracks.

“To take my dress off,” Angie responded quietly, fearful of what might come next.

“Yes, take it off. But I didn’t say you were to leave the room. You are to stand in the middle of the lounge and remove your clothing. If naughty, ungrateful little girls do not like their clothes then they can remove them. Since you obviously prefer to show off your nude body rather than your pretty dresses.”

Angie’s mouth dropped open in horror. “No, please Mummy,” she pleaded, “I am sorry. I do like the dress and I promise I will wear it all day.”

“I see your naughty girl also tell lies,” commented Bev.

Minnie let out a deep sigh. “She is indeed very naughty, and I believe naughty girls learn their lesson better when they are punished totally naked. Nothing like the humiliation of nudity to reinforce a spanking, don’t you agree Jane?”

Jane looked back at Minnie with a serious frown. “I could not agree more.”

Despite their outward display of indignation over Angie’s naughty behaviour, both Jane and Bev were in reality excited by what they were witnessing. They were both lesbians and had been together for over 20 years. They had met Minnie several years ago through the local gay community. Minnie had told them all about the young submissive American newly weds who were staying at her apartment, but they honestly believed she was only spinning them a yarn as the story seemed too far fetched to be true. But now to their total delight they were about to find out that the truth can sometimes be stranger than fiction. The thought of seeing this beautiful young American girl naked was already making them squirm in their seats.

“Please, Mummy,” Angie pleaded despairingly, “Don’t make me take my clothes off in here.”

“Get undressed right now young lass, unless you want to make your punishment far worse,” Minnie wagged her finger again.

Angie rolled her bottom lip and looked as if she was fighting back a tear. She knew that to continue pleading was only going to be to her detriment. Awkwardly she gripped the bottom of her pink dress and tried to pull up over her body. Despite several attempts to pull it over her head she realized rizeescorttel.com that for the second time today she was stuck, and no one seemed to be willing to help her.

I desperation she turned to Alice, “Please Mummy, help this naughty little girl take her dress off.”

For a long while Angie was left standing there in embarrassed silence, her dress stuck around her mid drift and her panda bear panties exposed to the onlookers. Finally Alice stepped forward and roughly pulled the dressed over the shoulders of the hapless Angie.

When the dress popped off her head Angie staggered backwards and fell awkwardly into Jane’s lap. Embarrassed she quickly stood up, and modestly placed one arm in front of her breasts. She knew her breasts were small for her age, but having worn the tight fitting dress for the past two hours they felt as if they were flattened down to almost nothing. It made her feel even more like a naughty little girl standing in front of fully grown adults.

“As delightful as those panda panties are, they need to come off as well,” Minnie smiled.

With a sigh of resignation Angie reached her fingers around the waistband of her panties and quickly lowered them to the ground. As she stood up she quickly placed one arm over her breasts again and the other in front of her pubic region. She stood there in awkward silence, feeling the eyes of the four women in the room focused on her nudity.

“Is that how you normally stand when in this room?” Minnie enquired.

“No, Mummy,” Angie’s voice was barely a whisper. Slowly she lowered her arms to her side, totally exposing herself to those present in the room.

The excitement in the room was palatable as everyone soaked up the sight of the slim but very pretty 19 year old American. Bev and Jane had never witnessed anything like it before. They did not really consider themselves as kinky and weren’t into the discipline scene at all, but what they were now witnessing was exciting them more than they could ever imagine.

“She is truly a sight to behold,” Bev complimented. “She almost is a woman in a child’s body. That thatch of pubic hair is the only thing that tells you she really is a young lady.”

“I know,” Minnie responded,” I have thought of getting her to shave it all off so she is smooth as a baby down there, and I might one day. But on the other hand I like her to see her pubes as a constant reminder that she is indeed a woman who loves to be treated like a naughty girl.”

Angie blushed even more profusely as they openly discussed her naked body. She was also crushed by the knowledge that she knew she was becoming sexually excited by the degrading manner in which she was being treated. Desperately she kept her legs firmly together to hide her arousal.

“I just love those tiny boobs she has,” Jane purred in a husky voice, struggling to conceal her excitement. “I think I will call her Miss Tiny Tits.”

They all laughed, except Angie who just continued to blush with shame.

“Don’t you think that is a pretty name?” Jane directed her question to the hapless Angie.

“No!” Angie pouted.

“Well we could call her Miss Puffy Pussy,” Minnie interjected with a laugh, “Cause you can guarantee her pussy will be nice and swollen.”

Bev and Jane looked at each other in mock indignation.

“No, surely not,” Bev responded.

“It is so very true,” young Alice interjected, “Being humiliated like this gets her so hot. She gets all swollen down there and has a cute little clit that pokes its head way out.”

Angie’s mouth dropped open in shock. She could not believe Alice was being so graphic in her description.

“This I have got to see,” Jane exclaimed, wide-eyed and flushed with excitement.

“Open your legs, honey, “Minnie urged, “and show Auntie Bev and Auntie Jane that pretty little pussy of yours. Because I bet you are all wet and swollen, aren’t you?”

Angie just hung her head in humiliation.

“Well?” Minnie pressed for an answer.

“Yes, Mummy, I feel like I am all swollen.” Angie whispered.

Not wanting to prolong the embarrassment any longer, Angie slid her feet open to reveal her pubic region to the women in the room. But she didn’t just open her legs slightly. She wanted her degradation to be complete. She splayed her legs as wide open as she could. Angie felt her swollen labia open up and she knew her clit would be on display for everyone to see.

For what seemed an eternity there was a deadly silence in the room as the women soaked up the incredibly erotic sight.

Finally Bev spoke, her voice raspy with excitement, “That is the nicest little honey pot one could ever hope to see.”

“And she is so swollen her juices are beginning to run off the end of her clit,” Jane chimed in.

Minnie smiled with pride at the submissive behaviour of her protégé. “Go and fetch the hairbrush for Mummy,” she urged.

Without hesitation Angie quickly departed the room and returned with the heavy wooden instrument held securely in both hands. As she had been taught to do, she stood in front of her landlady and held out the hairbrush.

Minnie did not take the hairbrush from her. “You have behaved very poorly today and have been a naughty little girl. And what happens to naughty girls?”

“They get spanked, Mummy.” Angie grimaced.

“Indeed they do. And since you have been so naughty for Alice I think you need to go over to her and apologise and ask her to spank you for being such a bad girl.”

Angie took a moment to compose herself. It was going to be gut wrenchingly tough to ask a girl even younger than herself to give her a spanking. With a deep breath she turned and shuffled over to Alice.

“I am sorry I have been such a bad little girl,” Angie whispered, “and I deserve to be spanked.”

Alice smiled gleefully. “And where do you deserve to be spanked?”

“On my naked bottom,” Angie blushed.

“Very well,” Alice reached out and took the hairbrush from a nervous Angie. “I want you to stand in the middle of the room, open your legs wide, and bend over and grip your ankles.”

Angie quickly complied, splaying her legs open and bending over so she could take hold of her ankles. Alice took hold of her shoulder and made her shuffle around until her grossly exposed buttocks were pointing directly at Minnie, Jane and Bev. Alice then stepped back out of the way to ensure that the ladies could fully take in the view. Bev and Jane could not believe that Angie’s vulva looked to be even more swollen than it was a few minutes previously. Juices were flowing even more freely from her vaginal orifice. This was clearly one very excited young American lass who was getting off on the way she was being treated.

Without warning a sharp smack of the hairbrush landed firmly on Angie’s left buttock. Angie gasped in shock, and even Bev and Jane jumped in surprise. They had never witnessed a grown lady being smacked before. Up until now they had never had the desire to be involved in any sort of discipline activity, but witnessing it for the first time they were enticed by the sheer eroticism of what was unfolding before them.

Alice continued to administer the punishment in hard rhythmic smacks, alternating between buttocks. By the twentieth smack Angie was sobbing loudly but continued to hold her position. When the fortieth smack was delivered Alice finally relented. Angie’s buttocks were aflame in bright red.

“Go and stand in front of Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev,” Minnie directed, “Put your hands on your head and open your legs.”

Angie did as requested, resisting the desire to give her very tender bottom a rub with her hands. She stood in front of her ‘Aunties’ and again opened her legs as wide as she could.

“Ask your Aunties to put a finger inside your pussy so they can see for themselves how wet you are,” Minnie requested.

“Please Aunty Jane and Aunty Bev, will you put a finger in this naughty little girls pussy and see if I am wet?” Angie pleaded, her face flush with desire.

For a moment Bev and Jane were almost overcome by erotic overload. They were exploring territory way beyond their normally staid lesbian lifestyle. But they were having so much fun that it was easy to throw off the shackles. Bev reached out a finger and tentatively wiped it along the ridges of Angie’s swollen labia, causing her to swoon with pleasure. Jane quickly followed suit, and circled her finger around Angie’s swollen and protruding clit.

Angie was so aroused she desperately needed more stimulation of her vagina. She bent her knees and arched her pelvis towards her ‘Aunties’. Seeing the obvious pleasure the young American girl was getting from their touches made Bev and Jane bolder, and both of them began to work a finger into the depths of her vagina. Angie groaned louder and began to rotate her hips.

With a smile Bev and Jane both proudly withdrew their fingers and held them up on display. They were coated liberally with Angie’s juices.

Angie’s eyes were glazed with pleasure. “Please Aunty Jane can I suck your finger while Aunty Bev sticks her fingers deep inside this naughty little girls pussy.” Obligingly Jane held her moist finger up to Angie’s mouth. Angie closed her mouth over it and began to suck noisily, and at the same time arching her pelvis towards Bev in a clear message that she wanted to be penetrated. Bev boldly rammed three fingers deep into Angie’s vaginal canal. It was as if she had lighten a fuse. Angie’s hips instantly began bucking wildly and she breathed loudly through her nose.

Angie’s orgasm came like a charging horse, nostrils flaring, hips bucking. When it hit her she arched back her head and screamed as she was overcome with pleasure.

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Ms. Figgis Pt. 5

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Chapter 7

The alarm must have been ringing for an hour, but Randy slept right through it. He was exhausted physically and emotionally. There was no time for a shower so he just went to school in the clothes he slept in. What a sight, so much for his image. He stood in front of his class wrinkled and stinking of alcohol, smoke, and sex.

The day passed quickly and Randy nearly made his escape when he was stopped by Shay on his way to his car. She was dressed in her typical slutty manner, a short skirt and a way too small top which showed off her huge tits. Randy found out later that her mouth watering chest was her 18th birthday present. Wow, what a family.

“Hello, Mr. Tucker, I can’t stop thinking about last night. I think I’m gonna need you again real soon” Shay said as she traced her finger down his chest.

“Shay, that was a mistake. It can’t happen again.”

“Oh, I think it will.” Shay took out her cell phone and dialed a number. Randy tried to listen and only heard bits and pieces. “Yes, mom… he’s right here… but I want him now… no I don’t want to wait… I don’t care what she has planned for him… please mommy… Please… pleeeeeeeeeeeeease… Thank you, I’ll put him on.”

She handed the phone to Randy, “Hello.”

“This is Deb, you’re going to do whatever my Shay wants, but you must use a condom. I don’t want her getting pregnant. ” Randy asked “what did Shay mean when she said SHE has something planned for me, is she Ms. Figgis?” Deb just laughed and said “you’ll find out soon enough.” Then she hung up the phone.

Shay followed him back to his apartment and he hurried her inside so nobody could see. Before the door closed she was all over him, kissing and rubbing his chest. They moved to the bedroom and Shay went straight for his dick. She wasted no time in taking him into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down the shaft making it grow against the back of her throat. Randy’s hand rested on her head as she bobbed. “Oh Fuck, you’re almost as good as your mother.” Shay must have osmaniye escort taken this as a challenge as her sucking intensified.

“I want that big thing in my pussy again.”

She got on her hand and knees on the bed, “hurry, I want it now.” Randy slipped on a condom and Shay looked disappointed. She wanted to feel him cum inside her but she didn’t want to go against her mother’s orders.

“Don’t tease me anymore, stuck it in me.”

Randy grabbed her hips and rammed inside her hard. He didn’t care if she was ready for him or not. She screamed and bucked as her pussy was stretched by his hard shaft. He pulled her hips back hard against his thrusting pelvis forcing the air out of her with every impact. Now he slapped her ass and got the scream that he was looking for. “Scream, I like to hear you scream for me.” Shay responded immediately, she loved the intensity of the fucking. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh please fuck me.”

The orgasms started to rack her body and she screamed even louder. Randy gave a thought to his neighbors and muffled her screams with his hand. He shoved her head down into the pillows and he could still make out the words “harder, harder.” Her pussy clenched in another orgasm, milking his cock into her. His cock exploded filling the condom deep inside her hot hole.

“Mmmmm, that was even better than last night.”

Randy got dressed and ordered her out. “You got what you wanted, now get out. I don’t like being used.” Shay got her things and left.

The next day, Randy called in sick. He packed his bags and left town for an extended weekend. Whatever was in store for him, he wanted to be up to the task.

Chapter 8

Monday finally came, and Randy felt ready for whatever was in store. He wasn’t sure if Ms. Figgis liked or respected him but he felt safe that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. When he got to school, he went straight to Ms. Figgis’ office. She told him to come back after classes ended. The rest of the day was hell. Randy felt like a death row inmate waiting for the governor to call.

Classes ended and Randy made his way to Ms. Figgis’ office. Finally, he’d know what was going on.

“Have a seat Mr. Tucker.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Let’s get right to the point. You fucked a student and we have it on tape. You will now do whatever I say. “

“What do you have in mind.” Randy said with a smile.

“Don’t smile at me. I have no use for men. I was married once and that bastard ran off on me, so I’ve learned to never trust men. However, I am still a woman and men do have one use. That’s all I’m interested in. There are lots of women who think the same way, who’ve been hurt by men, who are stuck in dead marriages with limp dicked geezers. You will please me and you will please whoever I tell you to.”

Randy was shocked. “It sounds like you want me to be your whore.”

“You’re already are a whore Mr. Tucker, now it will be official. We needed a replacement since Mr. Logan got in that car accident.”

“You mean I’m not the first.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, although Deb tells me you have an incredible cock.”

Randy’s mind raced back to the first night at the club. He looked at her face for signs of a scratch. There wasn’t any, but it had been awhile, a scratch could have healed.

“Ms. Figgis, how did you know I’d follow you to the club?”

“Because you’re a man.” she laughed. “I saw you watching me in the bathroom. Honestly, did you think I wouldn’t notice when you looked at me over the stall? I put on that show to see if you were a player and you took the bait. It was luck that you followed me that night. It saved me the trouble of leaving clues for you”

“I have to ask, were you the woman behind the glory hole?”

“You don’t get to ask any questions. Maybe it was me but you’ll never know.”

Ms. Figgis came from behind her desk and stood in front of Randy. “Show me this cock that Deb has been raving about.”

Randy stood and dropped his pants then his shorts, his cock hung heavy between his legs. He watched as Ms. Figgis took a short breath. “Oh my, I guess Deb wasn’t exaggerating. It’s huge.” She smiled a bit then said “that will do, yes that will do nicely.”

Randy started to get aroused and his cock began to rise. Ms Figgis reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. “I suppose I should try you for myself before I send you out to my friends.” She lifted her skirt and bent over the desk placing her hands flat on top of it. Randy eased up behind her, stroking himself to full erection. Her pussy was wet and he ran his cock up and down it’s lips.

“We don’t have all night Mr. Tucker, just stick it in and… Mmmmmmmph. Yes, oh that’s nice, mmmmmmm.”

Randy had shoved insider her mid sentence and for once she was left speechless. Now he was easing himself in and out. He didn’t want to go too fast. He was too excited and he wanted to feel her pussy as long as he could. He also wanted her to cum. She began to hump back against him, encouraging him to pick up his pace. Now a bit faster, he sunk his whole length inside. Her hands reached out and grasped the edge of the desk, holding it tightly. Randy reached underneath and rubbed her clit while he fucked her. He watched as Ms. Figgis’ knuckles turned white grasping the edge of the desk. She started to cum and randy thought she might pull off the top of the desk in her grip. Randy was close behind, filling her with his seed.

Ms. Figgis took a moment to compose herself. Then she moved back behind her desk and sat down. She didn’t say a word to Randy, just handed him a piece of paper with a name and address on it.

“Be at that address at 7 PM sharp. “

Randy looked at the paper then looked back at Ms. Figgis. “This is the mayor’s house. Why do you want me to go there?”

“You will go there and you will do whatever Mrs. Thompson wants. If she wants you to talk, you’ll talk, if she wants you to tile her bathroom, you’ll tile her bathroom, and if she wants you to fuck her, then you will fuck her. You are our personal fuck toy, get it.”

His head was swimming and he simply nodded and said “yes ma’am.”

to be continued…

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My Cross Country Adventure

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I hope readers will find this story interesting. This is my first attempt and I thought writing about something that actually happened would be a good way to start. I would appreciate any and all comments.

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1. Standing alone in the rain.

That’s what I was doing on that miserable late summer morning somewhere in the neighborhood of Lee, Massachusetts; standing in the rain near the entrance ramp of the interstate, doing a bad job of hitchhiking. How I managed to get to this spot is a long story which is painful for me to recall even now.

The condensed version is that I was going to go out to my brother’s house in Wisconsin, where I would be attending college starting in the second semester. My parents wanted me to fly out there, but I insisted on taking the bus, telling them that I loved the idea of seeing the world through the windows of a bus.

In truth the prospect of getting on a plane scared the crap out of me at that point in time, but I was too ashamed to admit it. They relented and I took the bus. I got to the first stop where I had to change buses, where I made the ridiculous decision that my backpack would be fine where it was while I ran in to the bus station men’s room.

When I came back out, my backpack was gone. Along with the backpack went my bus tickets for the rest of my trip, because I thought it would be a good place to keep them in there and make sure they didn’t get lost. When you’re 18, you do a lot of stupid things, and this ranks up there with the best of them.

The police looked around with me for a time before concluding that I would not likely be seeing that backpack again. Refusing the offer to use the phone to call home, I decided that the best move would be to hitchhike. No way would I call home and have to explain what an idiot I was, because I’d never hear the end of that.

So with $17 or so in my pocket, I set out on my journey. Twenty four hours later I had gotten about fifty miles. I spent a less-than-comfortable night sleeping under a highway overpass and woke up with the sunrise, determined to continue on with my trek.

I guess it was almost noon when it started raining, and when it rained, it poured. I was cold and soaked to the bone. Drivers couldn’t even see me in the torrential rain, and even if they could, who wanted to let someone in their car that looked like I did? My long hair was no help either, and I was beginning to think that I would have to spend what little money I had to get back home, where I would have to listen to how stupid I was for the rest of my life.

Suddenly, a car that had flown by me pulled over and began backing up along the shoulder. I ran to meet my savior, jumping into the car when we met.

“Thank you so much!” I said excitedly.

“No problem,” my benefactor said. “This is no weather to be out in.”

I told the driver my sad story from the beginning, and being able to unload was very cathartic to me, since if I actually got to my brother’s I would not be telling anyone else this stuff for quite a while.

The man that picked me up was an elderly gentleman with thick grey hair and long, bony fingers, which was all I could see of him. I would have guessed him to be in his sixties, although ages are tough to guess when you think 30 is ancient. He looked like a businessman of some sort, and was dressed neatly yet casual.

“Well young man, I can’t get you all the way to your destination, but I can take you a good part of the way.”

“That’s great!” I exclaimed happily, enjoying the fact that I was at least no longer in the rain. “I can give you some money for gas, mister.”

“No, that’s all right young fellow. Save your money. My name’s Gordon. Walt Gordon.”

“Oh, I’m Tim… Tim Wells, Mr. Gordon.”

“Call me Walt,” Mr. Gordon said. “Mr. makes me feel even older than I am.”

Walt drove across New York and into Ohio that day, before finally stopping just outside of Cleveland. He pulled into a motel parking lot and drove up to the office.

“Thanks a lot for the ride,” I said while I reached for the door handle.

“I was going to spend the night here before going any further,” Walt said. “Can’t seem to drive as long as I used to these days. If you want, you can stay here for the night before going on. We could get a bite to eat or something, if you’d like that is.”

I thought about my financial situation, and did some mental calculations.

“If you’re worried about money or anything, don’t,” Walt said. “Save your money. The room costs the same whether there’s one or two people in it. It’s my treat.”

“Thank you,” I finally said. “Look, I want you to give me your address so I can pay you back for all this.”

“No need,” Walt said as he got out of the car. “Maybe someday you’ll be in a position to do a good turn for someone else.”

2. Room 17.

Walt came back out of the office and drove the car around the side of the motel and parked in front of Room 17. Walt had a small suitcase that he brought inside konyaescort.org with us. I, no longer burdened by such things, waddled in empty handed.

It was a pretty drab room, much like any chain motel would look like. The one thing that caught my eye was that there was only one bed, but since I had spent the previous night on concrete with pigeons, the floor still looked good to me.

“Say Timmy, you probably don’t want to go out to eat looking like you do,” Walt said. “Why don’t I go out and get us a pizza or something?”

“Sounds great to me!” I eagerly added, not having eaten all day. Given my pudgy body, that wasn’t the worst thing in the world anyway. Walt had taken to calling me Timmy, which made me feel goofy, but I was in no position to complain.

“There’s a laundry room next to the motel office,” Walt said. “Why don’t you get your clothes off and give them to me. I’ll go put them in the washer before I leave, and then dry them when I get back. That way you’ll be able to take a shower and wash the road off you as well.”

The thought that I must be pretty rank by now hadn’t occured to me until then, but as I inhaled the musty funk that I was radiating, I took Walt’s advice. I went into the bathroom and took off my still-damp wardrobe; handed the pungent garb through the door to Walt, and hopped into the shower.

As showers go, this was one of the all-time greatest, and I rejoyced at the sudden good fortune I was enjoying. Walt was a really good guy, and I was so glad that I had run into him.

I stayed in the shower for a long time, and only reluctantly got out when I heard Walt return. I grabbed the towel, and grimaced when I saw it was the standard dish towel sized cotton variety. Not nearly enough to cover a human being, so I grabbed another one and tried to get everything hidden. I looked at the mirror at my 5’10” frame, with the 200 or so pounds it was carrying and shook my head. Had to start losing weight soon, I thought to myself.

Walt had come back with the pizza, and had also brough back a six-pack of beer.

“I know young fellows like beer,” Walt chuckled. “Hope I was right.”

“Sure, I love beer,” I agreed happily.

We ate the pizza and drank the beer while watching baseball on TV, and although I felt goofy sitting there in towels, it didn’t seem to matter to Walt. Walt left after a few minutes to put my washed clothes into the dryer, and when he returned he was shaking his head.

“Laundry room’s closed,” Walt muttered. “Guy in the office says it closes at nine, but there’s no sign telling you that. He says it opens up at 7. I’m sorry about that Timmy. I’d let you wear something of mine but I don’t think you’d fit into anything I have, because you’re a big strapping lad.”

Big I guess compared to Walt, who was a couple of inches shorter and almost 100 pounds lighter than me.

“Uhh… that’s okay. I can get through the night like this I guess.”

We finished the pizza and as we were downing the last of the beers I started trying to figure out where on the floor I was going to sleep. I figured I could wrap myself up in one of the comforters. When I mentioned this to Walt, he semed shocked.

“Timmy, I’m sorry,” Walt said while slapping his head. “I travel alone so much I hadn’t thought about that. That’s a big bed, and there’s plenty of room for both of us.”

“No really, I can sleep on the floor,” I said.

“Nonsense! If either one of us sleeps on the floor it will be me. After all I was the one who screwed up.”

Well, there was no way that I was going to have this poor old guy sleeping on the floor after he paid for everything. Besides, it was a big bed, like Walt had said. With that in mind I went over to the bed, clutching my two little towels around me and crawled in to the far end of it. I tried to make the towels into a pair of underwear as I settled in.

“I’ll be turning in soon too,” Walt said as he headed in to the bathroom.

The sound of the shower had me dropping off in no time, but I awakened when Walt came out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him almost like a special effect. Walt walked over to the TV and turned it off while turning on the small lamp on the dresser. Walt was having the same problem with the tiny towels as I had, but there was a lot less of him to cover.

I felt kind of creepy pretending to be sleeping while squinting to watch, but I was nervous being around a stranger like this, even though Walt had been nothing short of great to me all day.

Walt was in pretty good shape for a old guy. He had a really slim build which I would have died for, and when I saw his little white butt I almost giggled. Walt was drying himself with the towel when he turned around to grab something off the dresser. I couldn’t help looking as he swung around and faced my direction.

Walt’s cock hung down between his skinny thighs like a hose. I couldn’t believe the size of his thing, and it was limp besides! I was thoroughly convinced that I had konya escort the smallest dick in the world anyway, and now seeing this equipment on this guy who was no bigger than a jockey only reinforced my thinking.

Walt walked around the room for a few minutes, and I kept watching his cock lazily sway in front of him like an elephant’s trunk. It didn’t seem really thick but it was damn long. Walt got closer to the bed, and when he did, I got a better look at his cock, and I was shocked. At first I thought he had some sort of accident, because there was something wrong with the end of it. It took me a second to realize that this was what uncircumsized meant. I had heard the term and knew what it involved, but had never seen one in person, and I thought it looked kind of neat. Almost made it ominous looking in a way.

At this point I thought I had better close my eyes and get to sleep. If Walt ever caught me looking at his cock he’d think I was some sort of weirdo and throw me out of the room, so I let myself drift off to sleep.

3. In the night.

I was dreaming. Weird dreams about all the times I had been naked around other guys, and how I would have to hide myself so they didn’t see how small my dick was. What a revelation it was in the showers after gym when I saw other guys for the first time and realized how woefully inadequate I was.

After that I made a career about avoiding any situations where other people would see me naked. I had been with a couple of girls, and one of them had given me a hand job. She didn’t say anything or laugh when she jerked me off, but I figured she was just being nice. No girl with any experience would be interested in a guy whose dick was about 5 inches long at best, so my only hope was to find a girl who hadn’t seen too many of them.

It was around that point when I found myself waking up. I was laying on my side facing the wall, when I felt warm breath on my neck. Walt’s hand had swung over onto my hip, probably the result of tossing in his sleep. I squirmed a little to get it to slide off, but that didn’t work.

Instead, I felt Walt’s fingers grab the corner of the towel and pull it off me. Now Walt’s breath was closer, and he was curled right up next to me. I could feel his coarse chest hair against my back as his hand slid down my bare hip and slowly worked downward until it came upon the sparse tuft of hair above my dick. Walt’s hand stopped there and he just ran his fingertips through the bush.

I was freaking out at this point, uncertain what I should do. I was still pretending to be asleep while Walt toyed with my pubes, when he pulled himself right up next to me. I felt Walt’s cock along the crevice between my ass cheeks, but now it was hard, and he was gently humping me as his cock slid up and down the channel.

I felt that I had to be on the verge of having a heart attack, because my chest was pounding so hard I could feel my body shake as it beat. Walt’s hand was now raking through my pubes, avoiding my dick, for which I was grateful. I didn’t want him to touch it, and wasn’t sure it was because I didn’t want him to, or because I was ashamed of it.

If I didn’t want him to, I was having a tough time figuring out why I had an erection. When his hand eventually came down and grabbed my dick, it was as hard and as big as it was ever going to be. I let out a moan as Walt’s bony hand wrapped itself around my dick. Walt groaned as well, grinding himself into me even harder, with the underside of his cock working along my ass crevice.

Walt’s hand worked on my dick like it had never been worked on before; pulling and twisting my rigid dick, rubbing the tip of his thumb along the opening of the acorn-shaped head which was leaking precum like a faucet. As Walt’s fingers manipulated me, the back of his hand pressed hard against the spot between the base of my dick and my balls. I felt my orgasm explode at that pressure, and as I groaned in ecstacy Walt milked my dick hard, my cum spurting into the bedding for what seemed and felt like forever.

“Was that good for you Timmy?” Walt whispered in my ear, while he continued to tug on my now limp like dick.

I opened my mouth but I was unable to speak, so I just nodded my head in response. Walt pulled me over on my back and looked at me with a gentle smile, throwing the covers off of us, exposing me to the soft light of the dresser lamp. He took my hand and brought it down between his legs, placing it on the first cock besides my own I had ever touched.

Walt had to put my hand around his member, and my fingers were trembling as I felt the incredible heat that glowed from it. His cock was incredibly hard, almost muscular in a way, and the skin slid up and down loosely as I gave it a few reluctant tugs, all the time keeping my eyes averted from what I was holding.

“Haven’t you ever done this before Timmy?” Walt asked in his kind grandfatherly way. “Been with another man I mean?”

Walt’s hand reached over and took my limp dick between his index finger and his thumb, pulling on it.

I tried to say no, that I hadn’t, but my voice wouldn’t work so I just shook my head no. Walt seemed shocked at this and stopped what he was doing.

“I’m sorry Timmy,” Walt said. “I thought you… do you want me to stop?”

I looked at Walt and shook my head no. Walt smiled and bent over my dick, taking the flaccid tube into his mouth and began to suck on it slowly. The warm moistness energized me immediately as my dick found its way into a mouth for the first time.

Walt had my cock in his mouth right down to the base, and he was sucking furiously on it without moving his lips up and down, probably because there wasn’t much to go up and down on. Soon I felt my cock begin to get hard under Walt’s urging, and he began to slide his lips up and down my dick while he squeezed my nuts.

I felt myself begin to reach orgasm, but Walt eased up until the sensation went away. This happened several times, as he took me to the brink and then eased up on me. He would squeeze me in a certain way, and the just about-to-cum feeling would fade, only to return a moment later.

Time and time I would be on the verge of cumming and then be brought back down. Walt was playing me like an instrument, and it was driving me crazy. I was arching my back high, trying to get him to finish me off, and the frustration level was incredible.

Finally, when Walt had sensed I could not take any more, he began sucking my dick hard and fast. This time, Walt didn’t stop. I felt my dick erupt into Walt’s eager mouth, and he kept sucking and swallowing until I ran out of seed. Even then, my dick kept spasming for a while in Walt’s mouth, until he finally released my shrunken and withered dick.

I looked at the ceiling, drenched with sweat and exhausted from the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. About then I realized that I still had Walt’s cock in my fist, and he smiled when I pulled on his still fully engorged weapon.

“That’s alright Timmy,” Walt said. “You don’t need to do anything that you don’t want to.”

4. I guess I must want to.

That was what I said as I got up on my knees next to Walt, who rolled over on his back when he heard what I had said. In front of me was a naked senior citizen, one with an erection. Walt’s cock was laying back on his stomach when I gingerly picked it up with my trembling hand. I put my thumb and ring finger around the base of it and began jerking him of much like I would do myself. After I realized that his cock was way too long for that method because it made it flop around too much, I took him in my fist and began pumping it.

“Here Timmy, try some of this,” Walt said as he handed me a bottle of lotion.

I squirted some in my palm and went back to pumping Walt’s cock. Walt leaned back into his pillow and sighed, idly squeezing his nipples as he watched me. I enjoyed watching the foreskin slide up and down the head of Walt’s dick as I jacked him off, and after a time Walt reached down and skinned it back down.

“Feels a little too good,” Walt said with a smile. “I want to enjoy this. You’ve never done this with other boys?”

“No,” I croaked. “I’d be way too embarrassed to let anybody see me naked. On account of my dick, I mean.”

“Why on earth would you feel that way?” Walt said as he grabbed the lotion and squirted some on his fingers.

“It’s so little,” I said while stating the obvious.

“Don’t be silly, you have a very nice cock,” Walt said. “They come in all sizes and as long as they work they’re wonderful. You’ve just had two orgasms in less than an hour and I’ll bet you’ve got plenty more left inside you too.”

As he said that, Walt reached behind me and grabbed my balls, kneading them with his oiled hand. His hand went up and found my dick, which was in the process of coming back to life again.

“See, I told you,” Walt crowed. “Now me, I’m lucky if I can have one orgasm these days.”

“Am I doing this right?” I asked Walt while my fist coninued stroking his pale white cock.

“Feels wonderful Timmy,” Walt said as he handed me back the lotion. “You can use both hands if you want to.”

I oiled up both hands and took Walt’s cock in my fists like a baseball bat. Even holding his dick like that left the entire crown exposed, and I marvelled at the size of his cock with undisguised envy. The network of veins that bulged along the shaft appeared to throb in my hands.

“I can’t believe how big yours is,” I said as I wrung my hands around and down his cock, which was still rock hard.

“I’m glad you like it Timmy, and you’re doing a wonderful job on it too,” Walt said as he made sounds that signified pleasure. “Now I’m going to do something to you, and I’ll stop if you tell me to, okay?”

I nodded and felt Walt’s hand slide down from my balls and gently stroke the sensitive area under the base of my balls. Walt’s finger continued moving until he was rubbing the outer rim of my anus. I squirmed at this new feeling, which was not unpleasant at all. Suddenly, the lubricated digit that had been stroking the outside slid into my ass. Not far, only to the first knuckle, but enough for me to jump in surprise.

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I was tired. Tired enough that I was almost asleep while you worked on the computer. Nearly asleep I realized you’d left your desk and come to the side of the bed.

Sitting on the edge of the waterbed, you leaned down to kiss me. For once I wanted nothing to do with it and snuggled back into the warm bed.

“Come on, lets take a shower,” you said, knowing my fetish for cleanliness before sex.

“No,” I muttered in my sleepy voice.

“Come on,” you coaxed, “I’ll do all the work.”

All this time you were touching me, refusing to let me truly fall asleep. Knowing I had little chance of actually sleeping until you were satisfied, I said, “You’ll do all the work?”

“Promise.” You said with a smile.

So with you helping, I pulled myself out of the heat of the bed. You led me to the bathroom and while the shower heated up, you undressed me.

Silently, I allowed you to pull my shirt off, then my pants. I know I wasn’t cooperative. I was still upset at being awoken. Finally you turned me around to unclasp my bra and the panties soon followed to the floor.

You guided me into the steamy shower and soaked me under the hot spray. The heat only seemed to contribute to my fog and it seemed more and more like a dream.

Gently you began to lather the soap and ran slippery nigdeescort.com hands over my shoulders and down my arms. My back was carefully washed and then my legs.

Putting the soap aside you ran your soapy hands across my stomach. Despite my trance like state, my body began to respond to your gentle touch. My nipples began to harden before you even touched my breasts.

But you quickly finished lathering my body, touching me just enough to start to wake me up. You turned me back towards the water and made sure the soap was all rinsed away.

Turning the water off you stepped out and quickly dried. Then you pulled me out of the shower and dried me from head to toe. My skin was warm from the hot water and I felt like I was radiating heat.

Once I was dry we walked into your room but instead of going back to bed as I expected, you sat me down in your computer chair.

Pushing my legs slightly apart you knelt between them. Slowly your hands ran up my legs to rest on my thighs. Then you looked up at me. It was a look I can’t describe but heat rushed through my body and I felt myself get even wetter.

After a long moment you ran your hands to the back of my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the chair. Pushing my legs wider apart you lowered your head and touched niğde escort my clit with your tongue. It was like a spark of electricity running through me and I felt my body tense in reaction.

You were so very focused on giving me pleasure. I could feel your tongue running up and down before coming back to my very sensitive clit. Over and over you repeated that action and I could feel the muscles deep inside my clench with each flick of your tongue.

As I melted into the chair I opened my legs wider and pressed forward onto the edge to push myself against your teasing mouth. I couldn’t be still and my hips and stomach shook with intensity.

I felt your hand on my inner thigh and I cried out as you slid a finger inside of me. Stroking my clit with your tongue, your finger caressed my g-spot and I started to shake. Low, throaty growls were pouring out of my throat, as my muscles contracted around what I thought were now several fingers.

However, fingers could never be a substitute for the real thing and frantically unable to just sit there any longer, I sat forward and grabbed your shoulders.

“Stand up, “ I managed to gasp out.

Reluctantly you pulled away from me and stood. Still naked, your hard cock stood straight out at me.

Without any words, I grasped you in one hand and dropped my hot mouth over you and pulled you as far as I could into me. I don’t know what you felt but it was as if your knees had buckles and you fell backwards on the bed.

Standing, I crawled into the bed, licking my way back to where I’d started. I held my hair back with one hand and held you with the other. I pulled you into my mouth and drew you deeper in slow motion, just the way you like it.

After a few minutes you were pushing on my shoulders and moving me up to lie beside you.

I lay back and sank into the bed as you moved between my thighs. I was so wet that you slid inside me in one push. If felt amazing. I felt so full with you inside me, a feeling I could never get enough of. We pushed against each other sealing our bodies together for a moment then rocking away.

The world was reduced to you and me.

I felt your hot mouth on my shoulder and cried out as I felt your teeth sink into me. I knew it would leave a mark and I loved it. I bit down on your shoulder in return and the circle was complete.

Each thrust brought a fast from me. Each nip of your teeth made my skin flinch.

Faster and faster we pushed against each other until finally you buried yourself so deeply inside me that I couldn’t move. Hot and eager our mouths met for a lingering kiss as our breathing slowed.

Before finally falling into the sleep I’d so craved earlier I heard your soft voice, “I love you.”

In a sleepy voice came my reply, “Always”.

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Author’s Note: This is my third story. After having done a true story for my first, and pure fiction for my second, I decided to share a story from my own life – this story is completely true, believe it or not, and one of my fondest memories. The names, other than mine, have been changed to protect everyone’s privacy.

As before, this work is given freely to any who might enjoy it, though it should be credited properly to its author. If you shouldn’t be reading adult material, don’t read this. Otherwise, please enjoy.

***

I pushed closer to her, my body wedging her against the wall. My free hand held her wrist over her head, pinned to the wall, as my other hand explored the soft, slick, rippling texture inside her body. Her breathing in my ear was sharp and light, punctuated by panted gasps.

One of her legs was raised, her foot braced on the opposite wall of the tiny closet just behind me. Her panties dangled from her raised ankle, and her free hand clutched the collar of my coat. Her raised leg was straining and twitching in little involuntary kicks as I pumped three fingers firmly inside her, buried deep, twisting and curling. Her other leg, barely touching the floor, twisted and groped for purchase to increase the stimulation, but uselessly – the hard tile floor was far too slippery under her shoe.

My eyes were closed. I breathed in the scent of her neck, concentrating as though I were creating a mental map of the inside of her pussy, learning every inch of it.

My thumb massaged her clit so slowly, so agonizingly slowly. I felt her breath get warmer and less steady as she buried her face in my neck, her gasps breaking apart. The silk of her hair against my neck and ear only got me hotter, and I ground my hand into her, my eyes fluttering as I listened to her try to speak, able to form only broken words in my ear.

I had never done something like this. How had I gotten here?

***

So, who am I, and who was this girl? Well, let’s start with me. The girl, on the other hand, will take some explanation. After all, this story is about me, even though I’m telling it for her.

I’m a petite woman, standing about 5’3. If I weren’t in good shape, I’d be skinny. My hair is a naturally light red – I’ve worn it at many different lengths, but at this time in my life, about ten years ago in my early twenties, I wore it feathery short – almost a pixie-cut, fluttering around my ears and neck.

My breasts are small, but round. My hips are narrow and my legs long, while my shoulders are narrow but relatively square. My eyes are a pale green – I’m told they sparkle, whatever that means. The things we tell each other.

I’ve always known I’m bisexual – when I was a teenager, I didn’t fantasize about the attractive English professor, or the cute, blonde, curvy math teacher. I fantasized about my history teacher and his gorgeous wife – there’s another story there, but that’s not our topic for today.

At the time, I was working as a freelance writer for a little advertising firm in Seattle, where I’ve lived all my life. It was crummy work, but it paid decent, and I’ve never been one to work a nine-to-five job. Most of the rest of the company hated me. I was what they wanted to be – an independent contractor who came in, got work, turned it in faster than they could have, got paid, and left.

I’d never have gotten the job if it weren’t for Eleanor. Eleanor was a delightful little spitfire of a woman, tough, smart, clever, and bitchy as hell when things weren’t exactly the way she wanted them. She and I got along fine – I’d lost my parents in middle school, and she’d filled in the female role model I still needed at that point in my life. Eleanor had found me in college – I never graduated, I found it horribly dull – and offered me my first little bit of work, simple proofreading and editing stuff that slowly evolved into full copywriting and whatever other freelance stuff she could find. Now, the company depended on me – I did easily the work of three full-time people in less than half-time, and even though I was expensive by the hour, I still saved them a fortune.

That leads us to the beginning of our story – on this particular Saturday, I woke to the feeling of a finger gently stroking the outer curve of my ear. Slowly, things filtered into my mind, other sensations. The feeling of sheets on my bare skin. Warm, soft flesh against my back, filled in by my memory as a familiar pair of full breasts.

My friend Kat and I had been sleeping together for a couple of weeks. We weren’t a couple, by any means. We met in high school, and from time to time over the years, when neither of us had anyone and we got lonely enough, we’d end up together for a while. It was safe and comfortable – we trusted each other too much to hurt each other over it – and the sex between us was always fantastic, since we both knew what we liked and were comfortable enough with each other to just enjoy it.

For whatever reason, she always woke before me in the mornings, and when we slept istanbulescort.biz together, I always woke to one of two sensations. A kiss on my neck and a long hug, followed by her slipping out of bed and toward the bathroom; or this light stroking of my ear, which meant she didn’t want to get out of bed quite yet.

This morning, feeling that stroking, I sighed to let her know I was awake. Then, instead of feeling her hands wandering over me as I usually did on these mornings, I heard her voice softly in my ear.

“You okay, babe?”

I half-rolled to face her, smiling the little half-smile everyone knows is my real one. “Yeah, not too bad.”

“Good.” She leaned over to kiss me. One kiss became several, and just as I was starting to heat up, her hand stroked my thigh and up over my mound, and I jumped. Kat usually went much slower.

“No, no, girl,” she murmured against my lips. “Not today.” Her hand stroked again, found the spots that really made me squirm, and within thirty seconds, she had me writhing under her, panting into her neck, my hands gripping at her, the sheets, and the headboard – anything I could reach to get leverage to press against that hand. She made me come faster than I could ever remember climaxing before, so fast that it actually startled me when it hit, listening to her murmured encouragements in my ear as my hips bucked out of control and I cried out her name.

“Good girl,” she whispered, and started to pull away, but I was having none of that. I rolled her on her back and held her down, growling – I’m not a dominant girl, but I’m persistent when I want something.

She laughed, trying to fend me off. “No, no, Jess, it’s okay, I’m okay, ahhhh…” That last sound wasn’t voluntary, and accompanied by an arch in her back caused by my thumbs swirling on her nipples. I knew her weaknesses too. “It’s really okay,” she muttered weakly.

“No, it’s not,” I whispered back, and I think my voice was just a bit scratchy and emotional, because she stopped fighting and kissed me hard, pulling my mind back to her. I didn’t need any more encouragement – I slid down her body, and felt her thighs slide eagerly over my shoulders.

I spent the next half-hour very slowly eating Kat out of her mind – a hobby for which you know, if you’ve read anything I’ve written before, I have an absolute passion.

When she was finally done squealing and begging, I left her lying, in a panting, sweaty heap, on the bed and hurried into the bathroom to shower – I’d caught sight of the alarm clock, and it was almost nine. I had somewhere I needed to be at ten.

By the time I got out of the shower and was standing at the vanity in my underwear, brushing my hair, Kat came up behind me, still nude, and hugged me. “Sure you don’t want me to come along?” She asked.

“No, don’t worry about it,” I shook my head. “You’ll be bored out of your mind, and half the people there hate you.”

She laughed. “Yeah, but I’d still go if you needed me.”

I turned my head to kiss her before wriggling into my best black silk blouse and black trousers. “I know you would. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Jill will be there too.”

Kat smirked. “She’ll owe me fifty bucks when you show up.”

I glanced back at her. “You’re not the only one – I’m sure no one thinks I’ll be there.”

She ruffled my hair and wandered away to find some clothes, since she would be heading to work shortly after I left her place.

I ended up being just a few minutes late, but it didn’t matter – the place that was taking care of the event was smart enough to start late.

Heading inside, a few polite employees waved me into the lovely inner room – all wood paneling, thick carpet, and velvet draperies. More formal than I would have chosen, but…

“Jessica!”

I turned at my name, running a hand through my hair, straightening my collar as I headed over. “Hey, Jill.”

She nodded, hugging me. “How’s Kat?”

“She’s fine. Oh, and you owe her.”

Jill laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be – I wasn’t sure until this morning. I had to come, though.”

“All bets aside, I’m glad you did. It’ll mean a lot to Judy, even if she won’t admit it.”

“Jessica.” The voice greeting me was a bit cold, but too hoarse to be bitchy.

I turned. “Judy…I’m sorry.”

Eleanor’s partner of fifteen years nodded, with an attempt at a smile. “Ellie would have been glad you came.”

That was as close to positive as I was going to get from Judy, but I steeled myself, and gave her a perfunctory hug. “Family’s family,” I shrugged.

Judy nodded. “Well, thank you for coming.” She turned away almost immediately, and I knew she wouldn’t speak to me again.

Judy and I had never really gotten along – she’d wanted to move Eleanor and their business to London, where she herself was from, years ago when they’d neared retirement, but I’d talked Eleanor out of it – not just for the obvious selfish reasons, but because Eleanor’s whole life, her family, her kids from istanbul escort an early marriage – all here. Judy was just one of those selfish people who wanted her partner all to herself, but I knew that Eleanor loved too many other people – and too many other people loved her – to move her across an ocean for nothing but Judy’s selfishness.

Most of Judy’s family, of course, had taken her side, and Kat had backed me up at the confrontation that had bubbled up one day at a dual-family function. A couple of irritating little snot cousins of Judy’s had gotten belligerent. They’d been too afraid to do anything to me – they knew my reputation, and I’ve always had a temper to match my hair – but one of them decided to take a swing at Kat. Bad choice – Kat was a kick boxing instructor. She hadn’t gotten invited to functions after that, thanks to Judy, which of course meant that I went to a lot fewer of them as well. The bad blood had never really dissipated after that.

Jill handed me one of those little plastic cups they always have at functions. I sniffed – Jill has a nasty sense of humor – but it was just water, so I sipped gratefully.

“Well, that wasn’t too bad,” she murmured, watching Judy’s back retreating across the room.

“Not too bad,” I agreed. “We’ll have to leave together in case she hired someone to wait for us in the parking lot, though.”

She snorted.

One of the attendants came in to announce that the service was about to start, and everyone found chairs. I definitely wasn’t ready to say goodbye to my friend Eleanor, but it wasn’t going to get any easier, and Judy wasn’t going to want me around any longer.

After the service – it was unbearably long, thanks to Eleanor’s ultra-religious children – Judy announced a “private” (read: invitation only) – dinner, and thanked the rest of us for coming. I decided to get the hell out of there.

On my way out, Jill stopped me for a moment. “Hey, Jess?”

I turned, so close to the door and dying to escape. “What?”

“Have you seen Mary and Sarah?”

I looked at her blankly. “Who?”

Jill stared at me as if I were an idiot, and then slapped her forehead. “Oh, that’s right, you never met Judy’s kids, have you? I offered to drive them back to their hotel. Sorry.”

“Judy had kids?” I asked, surprised.

“Yeah, two girls – they live somewhere on the East Coast.”

“Huh, well all right,” I muttered, still taken aback by such a basic fact of Eleanor’s life I hadn’t known.

Jill gave me a quick hug and hurried away to continue her search, and I headed home, intending to work and get the whole thing out of my head.

***

My hips pressed in to stop her squirming, trapping my hand between us, forcing it harder against her. She shuddered, clutching and nearly pulling my coat from my shoulders. Her breathing stopped, breaking off into a series of high-pitched gasps with no exhale, her body tensing and then relaxing several times in rapid succession.

I’d had some intense lovers before, but never had I so strongly felt a woman’s body respond to me. I could feel every tremor in her legs, every hitch in her breathing, and every slick, warm flutter in the pussy wrapped tightly around my fingers, clutching them desperately as if she were trying to pull my entire body inside her.

She grabbed my shoulder, kind of lunging up against me as a spasm went through her legs, and my fingers were dislodged as she was forced to lower her leg for balance. I caught her as she nearly fell, but she just pulled my body against hers roughly, our mouths fastening together. Her lips were warm and silky and salty under mine, and her tongue searched desperately in my mouth as our hands battled and scrabbled for control.

She won, at least for the moment, pushing me up against the wall and wrenching at the hem of my dress, trying to pull it upwards. Her efforts were futile – the dress was a bit tight, hugging my thighs, and it would not budge. I felt her grab at the zipper along one side, and grabbed her hand – even in our desperate, heated lust, I wanted to slow down.

She tugged at the zipper pull as her mouth pulled free to fasten on my neck just beneath my ear, sucking at my skin, and I shuddered – I didn’t know how, but this girl was getting to me. She seemed to find, without even trying, every spot that made keeping my self-control so very hard. She pulled harder at the zipper, and I wondered if she was going to tear my dress. I tried to grab her wrists, filling my mouth with her neck, her ear, and her shoulder, as far along it as her shirt gave me access.

“God, just…” She hissed, and the zipper gave with a snap. I felt my dress loosen, and immediately, her soft hands were on my thighs, sliding up to my hips, causing me to arch out at her touch. My panties, she had no patience for – I heard those tear. I felt the cool air on my already super-heated pussy, but I couldn’t let her touch me just yet – if she touched my pussy, I was going to lose control, and something in me needed to hold on to that.

So I grabbed both her wrists, and pushed her back up against the other wall, kneeing her legs apart and pushing between them. Our thighs, hot and moist and smooth, rubbed together as we writhed and fought, kissing wildly, our heads turning side to side.

***

The next morning I bolted upright from a sound sleep, blinking around my room and then yawning. I didn’t have to wonder long what had woken me – my cordless phone was vibrating on my nightstand. I groped for it as I rubbed my eyes with my other hand.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jess.”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t call, Kat.” As I continued to wake up, the previous day was seeping back in on me, and I felt tears actually fighting to escape.

“No problem. I figured you’d work.”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Come on over. I’ll throw some food together.”

“That sounds great.”

I struggled out of bed, still feeling a bit numb, put on a dress that I usually wore for work meetings, not wanting to feel grungy, and threw on a light coat against the rain I saw drizzling out the window. Then I headed over to Kat’s place. She opened the door, totally naked, and handed me a tub of good yogurt and a bowl of fresh cut strawberries. I didn’t bother asking why she didn’t put the yogurt in the bowl. It was exactly the kind of over-the-top distraction I needed after the day before. By the time we finished showering the sticky remnants of yogurt and fruit off ourselves, I was in a much better mood.

Then we lounged around. Kat watched a movie while I got some work done, just enjoying a peaceful Sunday afternoon together.

It had been a couple hours when Kat’s phone rang. She got up to get it.

“Oh, hey Jill. How’re you doing? Good. Wait, what? Yeah, she’s here, one sec.” She walked over, handing me her cordless.

“Hi, Jill,” I answered.

“Hey, Jess. We’ve got a situation.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Judy’s in the hospital.”

I was silent for a moment. I had about twenty questions leap into my mind, but settled for “What?”

“There was a huge scene at dinner – I heard it from Mary. Judy’s daughter, remember? She called me in a panic in the middle of the night. Judy and Eleanor’s sister got into a huge thing, there were people yelling every which way. Eventually, it got bad enough that Eleanor’s whole family stormed out – half of them have already caught flights home, and the rest hang up as soon as I mention Judy’s name. Apparently, Judy was all in a huff, half crying over Eleanor and half wanting to rip the sister’s head off. Then she collapsed. Mary and Sarah got her to the hospital, but Judy’s in intensive care and doesn’t have any other family in town.”

I’m pretty sure my expression was blank. “And this involves me how?”

“I know, Jess, I know. I called everybody I could think of to call. Nobody’s around. Mary’s falling apart, and Sarah’s stuck at the hospital trying to sort things out with the doctors. I’d tried to reach Judy’s people at the firm, but no one’s answering, and I don’t have their home numbers.”

I closed my eyes for a second. “I’ve got them, I can reach somebody.”

“Good, that’ll help. That’s not the biggest problem, though.”

“What is?”

“The ICU’s a sealed ward. Judy and Eleanor filed one of those things with their doctor for visitation, but it’s mostly Eleanor’s relatives, and they don’t want to talk to me.”

I frowned. “So?”

“Sarah got in since she’s a direct relative, but no one else can go in, and Judy won’t talk to her – or anybody else, including the doctors. Sarah’s getting freaked – from what Mary’s said, Judy has completely shut down emotionally, and she’s refusing everybody’s help, so the doctors can’t do anything – Sarah had to practically strap her down to keep her in the hospital.”

“Okay…so?”

“Jess, you’re the only other person on the list who’s still in town and didn’t hang up on me.”

“I’m what?”

“They had one list for both of them, and Eleanor must have put you down.”

I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what the hell Jill could possibly think I was going to… “No.”

“Jess…”

“No, Jill. I am not going down there to talk Judy through some kind of hysterical episode.”

“Look, Sarah’s doing her best, but Judy’s refusing to talk to her. You were closest to Eleanor – you knew her, and you knew the two of them better than anybody does – anybody who’s not hanging up on me, anyway. If anyone can get through to Judy, maybe something Eleanor once told you…”

“That’s crazy.”

“I don’t know what else to try, Jess. Mary’s a wreck, here, and there’s no way the hospital will just let co-workers in. I’ve got no one else to try.”

I sighed irritably. “Jill, Judy’s not my problem anymore.”

“Jessica…” Jill’s voice got quiet. “Eleanor would have depended on you.”

I went still. “That’s a cheap shot, Jill.”

“I know.”

I closed my eyes, rubbing my already aching forehead. “You owe me.”

“Oh, god, thanks, Jess. I do owe you.”

“Huge. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I hung up, turning to Kat, who tossed me my car keys. Her expression said that she had heard enough to know what was happening.

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