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Feminizing First Step Ch. 07

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I was meeting my internet “daddy” for the first time today. His last text message to me had been very clear: tie myself to the motel bed and wait for him to arrive.

I stared at the antique bed with its black metal frame and headboard, wondering to myself if this was such a good idea. This rundown motel had been hard enough to find. I had never been to this rundown part of the city before. Now, having checked in and found my room, I glanced around the rest of the tired looking room. Not too much else worth noting. Heavy, stained curtains covered the windows, darkening the whole room despite it being only five o’clock in the afternoon. But there was enough natural light still coming through, so I left the room lights off.

I pulled out my phone and read his instructions over again one last time. Reassured, I got to work. I put my bag by the side table, reached in, and took out a pair of panties and some neckties.

My clothes came off next, and I got dressed per his instructions. No bra today. I took it off, put it on a chair, and looked down at my chest. My little breasts were growing, but they were still woefully too small. But I knew -or prayed rather- that I would one day grow into my D-cup bras. A few months of testosterone-blockers and oestrogen shots were simply not enough, I told myself, as I then moved on and removed my latex panties.

I put the latex undergarment (with the built-in mock vagina!) on the side table and instead grabbed the Victoria’s Secret panties I had been commanded to wear today. The tiny thong was a perfect fit! Thankfully, I had always been blessed with large hips and a thick ass. As the pink thong slid up my rear, I tucked my shrunken boy parts in as best as I could. Satisfied that everything was in place, I took a second to admire them -I especially like the tiny, white bow in the front, right below my bellybutton piercing.

To save time, I had already done my makeup at home, but I still applied more mascara and touched up my lipstick in the bathroom. The last thing to go on was my heels. Balancing with one hand on the TV stand, I stepped into the 4-inch pumps. The stiletto heels dug deep into the faded carpet as I walked around the room making the final preparations.

Now fully dressed, my attention turned to the bed. The metal frame made a convenient tie down point for the arm and leg restraints. The best I could do on such short notice was some old neckties, but I knew they would work okay. I had tested all of it back in my bedroom the day before. After making sure the door to the room was locked, I walked over to the bed and hopped on top -leaving my shoes on. I positioned myself towards the headboard, but I remained resting on my stomach, facedown.

I carefully tied each of my ankles to the bottom corners of the bed using the silk neckties -silly boy things I had long ago stopped wearing. Slip knots made this an easy process. With each ankle secure and my legs spread wide, I shifted myself towards the center of the bed, so that I resting on my stomach atop a mound of pillows. Now with my ass angled slightly upwards, I moved on to the final task. This was going to be much harder.

Remembering my date’s instructions, I fashioned another necktie into a gag and placed it in my mouth, fastening it behind my head. My short pixie cut did not get in the way -one of the reasons I had opted not to wear one of my wigs today. With my lips wrapped around the silk fabric, I instantly started to drool on the fabric -just like when I had tried it the night before. I next managed to get my left wrist secured to the metal headboard. Now with only one hand free, I put on the final item: a blindfold. With my vision completely obscured, it took me a while to find the necktie restraint for my right wrist. When I found it, I slipped my wrist into the loop and pulled on the loose end of the restraint with the same hand. This pulled my wrist and the rest of my right arm towards the final corner of the bed.

I was now completely tied to the bed. Spread-eagle with my ass in the air… as my date had requested.

Thankfully, I had had the foresight to put a pillow under my head, so I was mildly comfortable -if I ignored the fact that I could hardly move. I turned my head to the side as I rested against the pillow. The metal frame of the bed creaked as I tested my homemade restraints. A minute or so passed as I began to mentally process my situation. The room was freezing! In my excitement, I hadn’t noticed. Nothing to do about it now, I thought. Did I make sure the door to the room was locked? What if the cleaning lady walked in and saw me? A young, helpless femboy gaziantep escort in lingerie tied facedown to a bed would be quite a shock!

More time passed. The pillow started to become very damp from all my saliva. I was kind of glad that I couldn’t see it. Everything was black to me. Mostly. I could see some ambient light coming through the edges of the blindfold. But not much. My feet began to ache in the confining shoes. The pain was too much. After much effort, I managed to kick them off and heard them fall to the floor. I hoped my date wouldn’t be upset.

With all my senses dulled, my thoughts turned back to my internet sponsor. “Big John” as he called himself had befriended me months ago on an online dating site. I had set up my entire dating profile in response to seeing that my sissy friend Ella had new boyfriend. Jealous of Ella, I had posted a few cute photos online -just to get some attention. John had “liked” a few of my photos and private messaged me. And after some brief exchanges, he had offered to pay for some private photos of me in various stages of undress. It was good money and he was always so supportive and appreciative. One thing led to another, and packages started arriving at my house. Cute lingerie and makeup kits at first. But the deliveries soon became sex toys and other naughty stuff.

Back in the motel room, many hours must have passed. When I woke from my brief nap, I couldn’t see any light through the edges of my blindfold. It must be nighttime now. Maybe nine or ten o’clock, I guessed. Maybe later. As I stirred from my brief slumber, I started to get hard in my panties. I humped the pillows under my body, desperate for some relief. But no success.

I had just begun to relax against my makeshift restraints in frustration when I heard footsteps just outside the door. I could hear a keycard being swiped! The electronic door mechanism made a mechanical clicking sound, and then the door opened. Warm, humid summer air entered the room. I could feel it on my exposed ass cheeks. I tried talking but my gag garbled all my words. I was incomprehensible. Then the door closed shut with a loud slam. I again tried mumbling and craning my head back, trying to get a glimpse. But no luck. I was completely blind.

I sensed someone in the room. The light switches were being turned on. Trying to get my date’s attention, I awkwardly fought against my restraints, making myself bounce against the bed. The bed only squeaked in response. I heard no reply!

Next, the door opened again. Now I began to hear people whispering. MORE people!? What was going on? This wasn’t part of the arrangement! As I began to freak out, I could hear more and more people shuffling into the room. I could hear their footsteps and soft voices. I smelled cigarettes and weed. As I was processing what was happening, I then heard loud bangs and thuds against the floor. The whole room shook in response. They were bringing stuff in with them!

In full panic mode, I fought against the neckties holding me to the bed. But the ancient metal frame of the bed held true and my knots only got tighter. What had I gotten myself into!? I could sense people busy milling about the room. I then heard what turned out to be bright studio lights being turned on. Seconds later, I sensed the warm heat from these lights on my nearly naked body. They were using photography lights…was this becoming a film set?

My heart was racing. However, my initial fear was gone -replaced with something else. There was no denying it -I could feel myself getting more and more excited. And I did not know why. When I began to feel hands caressing my ass and pulling at my thong, I knew I was in for a long night…

I then heard more heavy footsteps. Another person had just entered the room.

“Ok good. The sissy bitch followed my directions,” said a deep male voice.

“She’s ready… just like you said, John. We have everything set up now. Are you good to go?” replied a loud female voice.

“Fuck yeah!” the same male voice yelled. This must be Big John, I thought.

“Well, the cameras are all setup and recording. If you don’t mind John… we need to get started. We have a long night ahead of us,” replied the woman.

“Don’t need to tell me twice, Michelle.”

The room filled with laughter. There were definitely many more people in the room. Starting to worry again, I could no longer keep quiet. Desperate, I grunted into my mouth gag, making an “ahhhhggg!” sound. This noise got their attention.

“Quiet Kitten!” shouted Michelle. I felt a heavy hand konya escort slap my left ass cheek and I involuntarily grunted again through my gag -in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Michelle added, “Don’t try to speak again… unless you want more of that!”

Still reeling, I kept quiet and heard more shuffling in the room. A belt buckle was being undone. Clothes were being taken off. Next, I felt something heavy get on the end of the bed between my outstretched legs.

The heavy weight shifted closer and closer to me. Large, rough hands grabbed my waist. My thong snapped loudly against my skin as it was pulled to the side, out of the way. I then heard the man between my legs spit and felt a warm wetness against my sissy asshole. I was about to lose my real anal virginity! I impulsively wiggled my ass in anticipation.

A heavy hand pushed down on my lower back as I felt his cock begin to press against me. I opened up slowly to him. As he entered me, I felt a sharp pain that seemingly lasted for an eternity. But the pain eventually went away -in its place came a wonderful sensation. A sensation that I had never felt before. His cock must have huge! Larger than any strap-on I had ever taken.

Once inside me, he began to fuck me. Mercilessly. The whole bed moved as he thrusted into me. I pulled against my restraints with each of these thrusts. My wrists and ankles started to be rubbed raw from all the friction and wild motion. Not that I noticed. My whole attention was focused on my daddy. I was in heaven. Girls were right… nothing could compare to real cock. I knew I could never go back to dildos or my mom’s strap-on.

Occasionally, I heard Michelle shout commands like “grab her hair” or “slap her ass”… but I could hardly hear her voice over the sound of the bed slamming against the wall and John’s grunts. I moaned and moaned through my gag as the waves of pleasure poured over me. I don’t know how much time passed, but I know I had multiple analgasms… at least by the time John finally climaxed. He pace began to quicken and he pulled me harder and harder against him. I felt his cock swell inside me as he ejaculated in my boy pussy with a loud grunt. What a new and delicious feeling! After a few seconds, he pulled out, and I felt his warm cum drip out of me and down my taint.

“That was a good piece of ass. You were right, Michelle!” he stated, as he got off the bed. The bed shifted causing me to rock against my restraints. I felt more of his seed ooze out of me.

“That was a perfect performance, John. Tyrese… you’re up!” shouted Michelle.

Tyrese? Before I had time to think, I felt another guy get on the bed. They were running a train on me!

“Here’s a towel, Tyrese. Clean her off. The cameras are still rolling, but I can edit this all out,” said Michelle.

“Thanks Michelle,” replied a new male voice.

Someone wiped me down, and before long, I felt something being inserted into my ass… I tensed up before realizing it was just a bottle of lube.

Tyrese was gentler than John. Thankfully, my boy pussy was already nicely loosened up. His thrusts were slower but deeper, with his huge balls slapping hard against me. After a few minutes of him fucking my ass, I felt him pull out and then felt the jets of cum on my back. Another new but lovely sensation!

I could hardly savor this delicious feeling before another guy took Tyrese’s place. Mike was his name… I think? After Mike was Darnell, followed by at least two others. I lost track. At some point, I must have passed out. When I awoke, it was still night time. But my restraints were gone! My mouth was free of its gag too, but I could taste something weird in it.

Still resting on my stomach, I slowly turned over in the bed and propped myself up on the cum-soaked pillows. My panties were long gone and a strange, lacy bra had been tied around my neck.

The room was dimly lit with only a table lamp. Large metal tripods with video cameras were still in place around the bed, but the portable studio lights had been turned off. The rest of the room was a complete mess. Liquor bottles, random cups, beer cans, condoms, dildos, and trash littered the room and covered the bedside tables.

Blinking my eyes and trying to adjust to my surroundings, I saw that I was not alone. A stern but beautiful looking black woman was sitting in one of the side chairs. She was dressed in a white tracksuit and smoking a cigarette. In her other hand was a dog leash. My eyes followed the leash to the other person in the room. Ella! My sissy friend was kneeling kayseri escort on the floor beside the woman! And she was completely naked… apart from a pink dog collar around her neck. She looked beautiful with her hair in pigtails and large golden hoops in her ears. Her little, castrated nub stuck out between her legs. Ella smiled back at me before looking back down at the floor. What was she doing here?

The woman took another drag on the cigarette before putting it out on the ashtray. She had clearly been waiting for me to wake up. Smiling, she turned in her chair to face me.

“My boys are busy taking a break right now, Kitten. But don’t worry they’ll be back,” she firmly stated.

“You’re Michelle?” I asked, although from her voice, I was sure she was her.

“Yeah.”

“What… what is this? What’s going on?” I asked timidly.

“The start of your new career, sweetie!”

“Career?! What the hell are you talking about?”

“Your mother wants you to be a porn star! A sissy porn star! She contacted me and I was glad to help. Ella here has been working for me for a long time now. Your ‘Big John’ is a longtime collaborator of mine too.”

Michelle tugged on the leash as she mentioned Ella. The kneeling sissy smiled and quietly nodded as Michelle talked.

“I have had a lot of success with your friend Ella. But since she has been neutered -so to speak- I have been looking for someone more… well more like you, to be frank,” Michelle continued.

As she continued to talk about her porn production company, my attention drifted back towards the bed I was sitting on. I first noticed that a large double-sided dildo was resting on the end of the bed by my feet. I also realized that something was still in me! I discretely reached down and felt the hard plastic base of a butt plug. They must have plugged me after they had “finished” with me!

Noticing me fingering my new buttplug, Michelle then said, “I would leave that in if I were you…”

She then tugged on the leash and said, “Ella get up and on the bed. The break is almost over. We have another scene to shoot.”

“Yes Mistress Michelle,” said Ella. She dutifully got up, stood on her bare feet, and then hopped on the bed beside me. As she sat next to me, she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Part of me was glad she was here.

“The next scene involves the both of you. I need you to get on your hands and knees facing each other,” commanded Michelle. She got up from the chair, walked over to the bed, and grabbed the two-sided black dildo.

Ella and I repositioned ourselves on the bed so that we were facing each other. Our sissy asses practically hung over either side of the bed. With us in position, Michelle reached between our heads and placed one end of the dildo in Ella’s waiting mouth and the other end in my outstretched mouth.

“Perfect! You two girls look adorable!”

With our mouths full, neither one of us could respond to Michelle’s comment. But I saw Ella’s eyes light up in delight. She was enjoying this. Michelle then untied one of my neckties from the bed and carefully wrapped it around our heads. She deliberately pulled it tight before fastening it into a knot -forcing Ella’s and my head together. Our outstretched lips met in the middle as we were forced together. We were now kissing each other around the massive dildo. I could even taste Ella’s strawberry lip gloss.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Michelle grinning -she was pleased. She quickly moved on to the studio lights. After the bright lights had been switched back on, she then did the same to the three video cameras. I could see their red ‘record’ lights blinking. While this was happening, every time Ella or I shifted ourselves on the bed, the massive dildo in our mouths shifted too -often pressing at the back of my throat.

“Our next scene is about to start. I want you girls to stay right where you are! And remember to have fun!” teased Michelle as she gave each of our bottoms a little pinch.

Right as she finished talking, I heard footsteps outside and the door open. In streamed almost a dozen guys. Huge, beefy looking men. Michelle walked over to them and starting talking in low tones with them. Shortly later, two black studs walked back with her, took their robes off, and positioned themselves on either side of the bed, directly behind Ella and me. I couldn’t move my head to look at the guy behind me, but the guy behind Ella was massive -his arms covered with tattoos. If only she could see him! Before I could warn her, someone pulled out my butt plug. Then huge manly hands were on my hips. With the cameras rolling, Ella looked hungrily into my eyes as our lips began to be pressed harder and harder together…

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The 1980 Nissan Stinkbomb

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Oh God, I can’t possibly last to the end of this!

At the moment, I’m sitting in the passenger seat of a 1980 Nissan Cherry. A very smelly 1980 Nissan Cherry at that. And the reason for that is sitting in the driver seat of the car. It’s a 350-pound woman named Cassandra Rorie….and she’s exceptionally gassy.

If I could, I would open the door and get the hell out of the car–and, I suspect, so would she. But we can’t, because of the bondage holding us inside of it. We’re both tied up the same way in our respective seats…to start, four lengths of rope hold our legs together–one around our ankles, one each just above and below our knees, and one around our upper thighs. Two more lengths of rope hold our arms to their sides, one near our hips at about our wrists, and another near our shoulders just below our armpits. Those ropes are tied in such a way that if either of us tries to move our arms away from our body, they’ll constrict around our trunks and cause us pain.

And if that were the end of the bondage, one or both of us could still open a door and escape the car. But it’s not. Another length of rope is around each of our shins, anchoring our legs to a bar below our respective seats. More rope is around our thighs and below our seats, making it so we can’t lift them from the seat. The bondage is completed by two more lengths of rope pinning our bound upper bodies to the seat–one around our stomachs, and one just below our breasts.

All that is without getting into our gags–our mouths are stuffed with Kaiser Rolls, and white duct tape is wrapped around and around the lower half of our heads, reducing our protests at our situation to “Mmmmph! MMMMMMPH!” And to add an extra level of humiliation to our ordeal, each of us has something written on our tape gags in permanent marker–Cassandra’s reads “GASSY CASSY”, while mine says “FART LOVER”..even though that couldn’t be further from the truth.

As to how Cassandra got gassy, before we were trapped in the car, she was tied up and force-fed a huge plate of beans and cabbage, specifically to prepare her for the car. Then we were gagged, carried to the car–Cassandra needing to be lifted by two people due to her weight–and secured in it, with cameras focused on us. Then a timer was started, counting down from one hour–once it hit zero, Cassandra’s master would come back and open the doors, allowing us fresh air–the car doors were closed, and we were left to our fate.

We’ve been in here for close to a half hour, although it feels like much longer. In that time, Cassandra, who’s wearing a white blouse and khaki pants, has farted, from I can tell in watching the time count down from 60 minutes, about once per minute. They started off small–*brp*, *brrrt*–but stinky…and then they grew in volume and intensity–*BRAAAAP*, *BARRRRP*, *BRRRRRRRT*–as she’s struggled, completely without success, to escape her bondage. Her farts are also growing in stench, and with our tight bread-and-tape gags, we have no choice but to completely smell every single one.

And in such a small car, being bound and gagged next to a 120-pound woman who farted once purely by chance would smell terrible, and I’d be struggling mightily to escape it. Being bound and gagged next to a 350-pound woman who ate a meal designed to force her to fart repeatedly, I’m convinced I’m going to be part of some twisted news story: “FATSO FARTS SELF, FRIEND TO DEATH”

The timer is ticking past 31:00…and as I turn my head toward Cassandra, I see her looking at me too, her eyes pleading for some kind of relief. She mutters through her gag “Gmmm, sorrmmmph…”…and then she closes her eyes tightly and farts again, *BRAAAAAAP* Oh God, I have to get out of here….as she shakes her head back and forth, I move my upper body from side to side to see if I can loosen the ropes binding me to the seat at all. I don’t even have to completely free myself from the bondage–if I can just wiggle out of the stomach and breast ropes, I think I can lean over far enough to open my door and get us some fresh air…

Suddenly, I inhale Cassy’s fart, and oh God does it smell, to the point of making me stop my struggles and start shaking my head back and forth to try and dissipate it. My eyes widen and I try to complain about the stink, but my gag renders it as “Mmmm! MMMM! STMMMMPH!” The smell is like the car is filled with rotten cabbage, and I can’t do anything but take it in with every breath. Indeed, the fact that I’m in the passenger seat of the car is appropriate in a way…I’m completely helpless, along for the ride as my massive friend struggles and farts, torturing both of us with her gas.

Second by second, breath by breath, the stink slowly begins to fade. But it never completely disappears…we’ve been trapped inside long enough, and Cassandra has farted enough times, that a faint stench now lingers permanently inside the car.

30:01… bursa escort 30:00… 29:59…. “Mmmphmmmlmmph…” Cassandra tries to tell me, “Mmmlmmmfarmmmph…” She lifts her left leg as much as the ropes will let her, shifts her weight as far as she can to the right, and lets out a *BRRRRRRRRT*. After a “MMMM!” from both of us, she lifts her right leg, shifts her weight to the left…oh God, her ass is toward me…and farts again, *BARRRRRRRRRRRRRRP*, the sound lasting for a full second and seeming to echo in my ears. Either fart by itself would have been amazingly humiliating for her, even if we weren’t trapped and forced to sniff it. Two humongous farts in the span of about five seconds, though, makes me pity her, even as I dread the stench that will soon find its way into my nose.

Cassandra mutters through her tape, “Mmmgmmbmm stmmmpmmm…..mmmgmmbmm stmmmpmmm…” and a few seconds later, shouts “STMMMPMMM! STMMPMMM! STMMMPMMM!” I see what she means, and cry out “Mmmm GMMMMMMPH! Stmmmpmmm!” I tilt my head from side to side to no avail, and scream “STMMMMMPMMMMMMPH!!” It says something about just awful the smell is presently that a grown man and woman are reduced to using a childish word like “Stinky” repeatedly to complain about it. It really is terrible, though. And with just under a half hour to go until we’re released, I honestly don’t know how many more Gassy Cassy farts I can take before I lose consciousness, or worse. Yes, certain TV shows will say that you can’t be farted to death…but that doesn’t take into account the farts being so rancid that you want to vomit, but can’t due to your mouth being sealed up with tape and bread.

The next five minutes don’t bring much new, but the situation slowly gets worse and worse–Cassandra’s farts grow slightly more frequent, but just as intense, and the stench gets stronger, both from the farts themselves and the air of the car in the time between them.

Twenty five minutes until fresh air, and I’m no closer to escaping my bondage than I was at the start. I look over at Cassy, and see that she’s still bound as tightly as ever as well. I look around the dashboard of the car, and see eight cameras–four camcorders, plus four more webcams. From what I can tell, one of each set is pointed in a specific place–one camera plus a webcam focused on my face, one on Cassandra’s face, and the other two on each of our bound upper bodies.

And then it hits me that our situation is likely being broadcast live onto the Internet. I close my eyes and shake my head back and forth, protesting into my gag “Mmmdmmmlmm farmmmph…. mmmdmmlmm FARMMMPH!”, trying to deny the tape on my mouth branding me as a fart lover.

With the air in the car growing more and more foul, I tell Cassandra as best I can that I’m going to try and work the gag off of me…”Mmmgmmmtrmmm gmmmummgmmfmmph.” If I can even start to breathe freely through my mouth, it’ll at least mean I won’t have to smell every one of Cassy’s farts.

“Mmmmhmmm. MmmmGmmm….” *BRAAAAAAAAP* is her response. I face forward and try to figure out the best way to set about my goal. The kaiser roll stuffed in my mouth is big enough that my teeth are sinking into it slightly. I try to open my mouth further..”Ermph…mph…” but the tape prevents me from doing so. As I prepare to try and push the roll out with my tongue, Cassandra’s latest fart makes its way to my nose…and oh God is it rank! It smells like an entire box full of rotten veggies! I struggle desperately with the ropes holding me to the car seat, leaning forward as far as I can, and scream “MmmmmGMMMM, MMMRMMMMPH!” as I rock back and forth in my bondage. Cassandra clearly agrees with me, as she shouts “STMMMMPMMMMMPH! MMMGMMMM, STMMMMPMMMMMPH!” while shaking her head. Just as the odor begins to fade, she moves her upper body back and forth, trying to escape her ropes…and lets rip her loudest, longest fart yet, its sound lasting two whole seconds before ceasing.

Almost immediately, the smell invades my nose, and impossibly, it smells even worse than the last one. Oh God, this must be what it’s like on the inside of a stink bomb, because that’s how bad it smells right now! I really can’t take much more of this, as my protests are now weak “Mmmph…hmmph…plmmph…”s as I have no idea how long it’ll be before the stench begins to weaken. Cassandra, on the other hand, is more desperate than ever to shout something, anything, through her gag. “PMMMMMMMMFMMMMMMMMM! STMMMMMMMMPMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

The next five minutes feel like five hours as I moan into my gag and weakly struggle with my ropes. Cassy lives up to the “GASSY CASSY” label on her tapegag now more than ever–every thirty seconds or so, she shifts her weight and lets out a second-long fart–*BARRRRRRRRRRRRRRP*, *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*, *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT*–each one effectively layering on top of the previous, making malatya escort the car’s air more and more difficult to breathe.

The timer now reads 20:01… 20:00… 19:59…and I have no idea how I’m going to survive another 20 minutes, as I can feel my stomach churning with nausea. But my gag is as tight and effective as ever, so if I actually start to vomit… trying not to think about that, I look over at Cassandra and see that she’s actually crying from the smell. In fact, so am I–tears are streaming down my face, and snot is beginning to drip from my nose. “MMMMMGMMM, mmmmumfffummm GMMMPG CHMMMBMMMPH!” I shout to the cameras watching me. I look over at Cassandra and tell her “Mmmmcmmmtmmm mmmphmmmmph…” And I know I really can’t take much more–the car’s default scent even after Cassy has been calm for awhile is equal to her first, tiny yet smelly farts. Even without the nausea setting in, I can’t keep breathing in this stench and stay conscious.

Desperate, I look around to see what options I have, looking for something, anything, that might not be “Smell Cassandra’s farts until I pass out.” First, I try to look for options that involve a complete escape of our predicament. Struggle out of the ropes? I’ve tried that for 40 minutes and they’re as tight as ever. Find a knot in one of the lengths of rope that I could pick at and free myself from the rope? I look down at my bondage…nope, that won’t work. Cassandra’s master has clearly tied her up a fair few times before–all the knots are behind my back. And besides, my wrists aren’t in a position to grab at the ropes anyway, even if I could see any knots. Total escape is obviously out.

With that avenue obviously not open to us, I look for some way we can at least get relief, just as Cassandra farts again, *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*. Oh God, how many times has she farted since we were shut in here? I’ve actually lost count. I have to get us fresh air somehow…open the door? No, that won’t work–I’m too tied up to reach the handle, and the door is locked anyway. Open the window? No, all the window handles have been broken off. Break the window? Hmmm…it seems like my best option at this point. Unfortunately, the only thing I have to do that with at present is my head. Still, since I’m going to lose consciousness soon if I don’t do anything…

Just as Cassy’s latest fart makes its way to me, I try and put my latest plan into action. I shift my upper body towards her, and then throw it forward and to the right, “MMMMPH!”ing as my head barely hits the passenger side window. “MmmGmmmph, STMMPMMM!” comes my cry immediately after this–“STINKY!” really is the way to describe it. I wind my bound body up and tap the window again, “MMMMPH!”ing again. My bondage means that this plan, too, will likely fail–even throwing myself toward the window, I can barely even touch it with my head.

Cassandra looks over and sees what I’m attempting to do, and joins in on her side. The problem is that she’s now living up to the “GASSY CASSY” on her tapegag so thoroughly that almost any movement she makes results in her passing even more gas–this results in her going *BRAAAAP* during her initial shift in weight towards me, then a longer *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* as she throws herself at the driver’s side window. Like me, though, she barely manages to tap the glass with her head. After two more attempts–and four more farts–she gives up, realizing that she’s doing more harm than good thanks to breaking wind with her every shift in weight. I continue to try to break the glass on my side for another minute, alternating “MMMMMPH!”s as I hit the window with complaints about the smell in the car, “STMMPMMM!”

It becomes clear, though, that this plan of escape, and really, any plan of escape, is doomed to failure. And the car is filling more and more with Cassandra’s gas, making it more and more insufferable. At this point, our only chance of getting out of this predicament before the appointed time….17:10…. 17:09… 17:08…is to be rescued by someone outside the car. But Cassandra’s master is sure not going to do that, and it’s highly doubtful anyone watching live would do that either–if they’re watching this, they’re likely far away, and also likely getting themselves off on watching us suffer.

As I prepare to discount screaming for help as an option–the kaiser roll is lodged in my mouth, the tape is wrapped around it, and the feeling of nausea from smelling Cassy’s farts continually is getting stronger–Cassy shouts out “MMMPH! MmmmgmmmFARMPH!” Then she leans forward while bringing her knees toward her stomach as much as she can given her bondage, and lets out a fart that can only be described as a Rorie Bomb.

Even for a 350 pound lady like Cassandra, the Rorie Bomb is absolutely HUMONGOUS, lasting for five seconds and reverberating throughout the gas chamber that is the çanakkale escort 1980 Nissan Cherry we’re bound and gagged in, each second seeming to make it louder and louder before it fades after five seconds. Almost before she’s done releasing the fart, I inhale it, and the stink…oh God, the stink! Put simply, I feel like the victim of a biological weapon, the stink is so overwhelming! Right then and there, I decide that, even though it’s likely what anyone watching this would want, I have to try and call for help, lest Cassy fart me unconscious!

“HMMMMMMPH! PLMMMMMMMPH! MMMTMMMUMMMP MMUMMCMMPH…MMMVMMRMMM STMMMMPMMM CMMMMPH! MMMMMSTMMMMPMMM CMMMZMMMM GMMMSMMMM CMMMMSMMM MMMMMHMMMM STMMMMPMMM FARRRRRMPH! MMMMMMMPH! HMMMMMMMMMPH! PLMMMMMPH, HMMMMMMPH! MMMMMNMMM MMMMGMMMMSMMMMPH MMMMFARMMPHLMMMVMMPH, BMMMMMMNMMMMM! MMMMMDMMMLMMM FARRMMMMPH! MMMMMDMMMLMMM FARRMMMMPH! MMMMMRLMMMM DMMMLMMM STMMMPMMMM FARMMMPH! MMMMMCMSAMMMDRMMMM MMMFRMMMM, BMMMM GMMMSMMMM CMMMMSMMM FARMMMPHMMMM VMMMRMMM VMMMRMMM STMMMMPMMMMMPH! LMMMMM FARMMMPHMMMM MMMCOMMMMSMMMMPH STMMMMPMMMMPH!”

Nearly a minute after her massive fart, Cassandra’s Rorie Bomb fills the car as strongly as ever. It’s no use….I can’t possibly stay conscious for another 16-plus minutes until Cassandra’s master opens the car. I can’t last more than another few breaths!

As the timer counts down toward 16 minutes, I look at Cassandra and tell her “MMMMMGMMMM PMMMMSMMMMMPH!” She replies, “MMMMGMMMM MMMMMSPLMMMMPH!” We’re both full-fledged crying at this point, tears and snot running down our gagged faces. It’s hopeless…there’s no way out of this…we’re out of options except to smell Gassy Cassy farts until the time runs out or we lose consciousness! I inhale–Oh Lord, it still smells like a compost pile in here, thanks to the Rorie Bomb–knowing that this will likely be my last breath before I pass out…my only other option is denial…maybe this is all some terrible dream. Maybe I’m not sitting bound and gagged next to a very gassy 350 pound woman, with “FART LOVER” written on my tapegag.

As the timer ticks to 16:00, I begin to slowly shake my head back and forth. At the same time, Cassandra lifts her left leg and lets out a second-long *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*. She then puts her leg down and cries out “HMMMMMMMMMMPH!” At 15:58 on the timer, her right leg goes up–*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*–and she again cries out “HMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

As I continue shaking my head back and forth, very slowly exhaling, Cassandra repeats that pattern–*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* “HMMMMMMMMMMPH!” *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* “HMMMMMMMMMMPH!” *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* “HMMMMMMMMMMPH!” *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* “HMMMMMMMMMMPH!”–for another eight seconds.

As the timer ticks to 15:48, Cassandra lifts her left leg again, but this time shifts her weight as she does so, resulting in a louder, two-second-long *BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* as my head shaking gets quicker. When she puts her leg down, her cry for assistance is also longer– “HMMMMMMMMMMPHMMMMMMMMMMMPH!” With the timer at 15:44, she lifts her right leg and shifts her weight, resulting in another *BRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*, and cries out “HMMMMMMMMMMPHMMMMMMMMMMMPH!” when she puts her leg down.

As my head shaking continues, so does Cassy’s fart-then-scream pattern.

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* “HMMMMMMMMMMPHMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* “HMMMMMMMMMMPHMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* “HMMMMMMMMMMPHMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP* “HMMMMMMMMMMPHMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

The timer ticks from 15:25 to 15:24. I haven’t inhaled for roughly thirty-five seconds, knowing that I’ll pass out if I do. In that time, Cassandra has farted twelve times, and shouted for help just as many times–Jesus, how can she even stand to breathe her farts in at all at this point? And it gets even worse, as my head shaking gets faster than ever. Cassy lifts both of her legs, closes her eyes, and slowly rocks her upper body back and forth, with the end result being a three-second long fart whose duration and volume are second only to the five-second long Rorie Bomb from a minute and a half ago. Her next shout for help is is three separate cries: “HMMMMMMMMMMMMPH! PLMMMMMMMMMMPH! HMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”, she pleads from behind her gag as she puts her leg down. She then repeats the entire ritual, complete with screaming–another fart fitting of a 350-pound woman is the outcome. Knowing I can’t hold my breath forever, I continue my frantic head shaking as my eyes widen, and Cassy alternates giant farts with desperate screams.

It’s hopeless. My eyes are practically bulging out of their sockets from lack of oxygen. I have to breathe in…and when I do, my nasal passages are going to be assaulted by sixteen Gassy Cassy farts, all of them stinky, plus the stench that was already in the air from before. I’m going to be overwhelmed by the stink and pass out, I know it. As the timer ticks down, 14:59…14:58…14:57…I look over at Cassandra and see her leaning forward, preparing to unleash another gigantic fart into the car. As I close my eyes and breathe in, the last thing I hear is the crescendo of a second Rorie Bomb, reverberating throughout what Gassy Cassy has turned into the 1980 Nissan Stink Bomb.

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Britney Ch. 14: Grand Slam

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“4:38! They’re late.” Lance checked his watch as sister Britney and friend Styles glanced in all directions.

Styles exhales his doubt and stands up from sitting on the kiddie swing to eye the siblings.

“Maybe Sophia was never serious.” He chimes in.

Brit continues swinging beside him and keeps her cool, “Give them time. It’s four blocks from the school to the park. Sophia was serious or she would never have gone so far in Marko’s class. They might have just been held up in practice.”

Lance nods, “I hope they show. I wanna see Sophia’s tits. Touching them wasn’t enough. Cryssa too. I’ve never seen an Asian naked. Well, in movies. I think she’s sexy.”

“Dawn’s not bad for a redhead. I wonder if she’s red all over?” Styles chuckles.

Suddenly Brit’s cell began vibrating and she plants her feet into the dirt to halt her swing.

“Hello?” She reacts to Sophia’s call, “Yes, we’re here still. On the swings by the row of pine trees. Hurry up.”

Hanging up at Sophia’s reply she looks up at the boys, “Cheerleaders T-minus 5 minutes.”

The guys fist up in triumph and count the minutes. Then, from the sidewalk path to the left of them waltzed three of the four girls.

“Sorry we’re late. Practice ran over because Tara sprained her ankle. She had to go home and ice it. She wanted to be here.” Sophia pouted.

Brit fidgets, “That’s too bad. I was really curious to see if she had it in her to be as open as you were today.”

Dawn offers a look of awe, “Did Sophia really show off her puss?”

“She had the boys drooling. Heck I was drooling, and I’m not even bi.” Brit hesitates, “Yet.”

Everyone laughs at her as Lance circles behind the girls forcing them to eye his scrutiny.

“Don’t mind me. I’m just checking you three out. Sexy, Gorgeous, and Smokin’.”

He points at Cryssa when calling her “Smokin'”. She shakes her head not believing that she was all that.

“Thanks. I think.” The Pinoy beauty blushes.

He puckers, “I hope you three have what it takes. My sister’s damn good at what she does. She shocks me more and more every day.”

Sophia looks at Dawn and Cryssa, “Ready to prove ourselves?”

The girls candidly nod their approval and follow Sophia’s lead.

“I told Clarence he could keep my panties. I went through practice without wearing anything under my skirt. Luckily our routines never got all somersaults and pyramids.”

Brit wags a finger at her comment, “Ah, ah, ah! You should have showed off. I’m sure there were boys there watching. Don’t you have a boyfriend Sophia?”

The short haired brunette scowls, “I broke up with Jason two weeks ago. Free agent.”

Lance chuckles, “You’re free, I’m a gent. Let’s date.”

Sophia stood there confused until she realized his play on words, “Oh, I get it. Let’s not. I like being single right now.”

Brit shakes her head, “My brother is such a dork. But, he does bring up a valid point. While you might not date, if you want to be like me you should constantly flirt. Teasing is a top priority.”

“We understand that. We love teasing.” Dawn consents.

“Really? I guess I’ve never seen that side of any of you. All I witness is cheerleaders with ego. You think you’re better than everyone. Just admit it and we can continue.”

Cryssa frowns, “Maybe a little. It comes with the status of cheerleader. I don’t think I’m better but I do feel privileged.”

“Privy how? You’re just another pretty face.” Brit points out.

Styles leaps in verbally, “And a hot body.”

The girls do their best to absorb Brit’s revelations.

“After today I want more boys to see me. It was incredible.” Sophia trembles at the thought.

“I haven’t seen you.” Styles winks at her.

“Here’s your chance.” With a giggle Sophia hikes her skirt up and shows off her hips, thighs, ass, and snatch.

Both Lance and Styles drop their jaws and rub their chins.

Dawn and Cryssa bulge their eyes and chuckle, “So awesome.” They mimic each others words.

Brit gives Sophia a thumbs up then rolls up her own stretchy skirt revealing her naked body from the waist down. The skirt remains wrinkled up and sturdy without slipping down.

“Your turn Ladies.” Brit waves her hands at Cryssa and Dawn.

Eying each other and biting their lips Cryssa finally lifts her skirt letting the boys see her deep tan and bushy pubes.

Dawn took the plunge and joined them showing off her creamy body and micro thin red landing strip.

Styles hisses, “She is red all over.”

Dawn groans, “Everyone says that.”

He throws his hands up, “Sorry! Couldn’t help myself. I think your peach fuzz is yummy looking.”

“Yummy? You sound gay.” Dawn rolls her eyes.

Brit steps up to Dawn, “First rule. Never be impolite. No matter what anyone says we should take it as a compliment. Unless they go out of their way to make us miserable.”

Dawn scowls, “I just called it how it sounded.”

“Do you want guys to worship you?” Brit points at her, “Then, give them what they crave. Not what makes mardin escort them feel insecure.”

Dawn eyes Styles after a moment to absorb Brit’s words, “Want to touch my peach fuzz?”

He nearly faints and nods feverishly.

Strutting closer to him she lifts her skirt even higher in front of him. Styles leans over and presses his fingers into her pubic hair.

“Soft. I bet its yummy. Dang it. I can’t stop saying yummy.”

The girls all laugh at his expense.

Lance moves in and bends over to literally lick her red landing strip. Once he stands he licks his lips, “Yep. It’s yummy.”

Dawn shivers and drops her skirt in favor of loss in confidence.

“Don’t shy off now Red Riding Hood.” Brit chuckles, “Thank the taste tester.”

She smirks, “I’m glad you liked it.”

Cryssa chuckles, “Mine tastes better.” She then proceeds to rub her own clit in front of them.

Lance eyes her, “I’m going in. If I get lost in the jungle send out a search party.”

She offers an offended look then pouts, “I know. I need to shave.”

“I volunteer to shave you.” Styles raises his hand.

“I’ll let you as long as I don’t bleed out after.” She giggles.

Lance again crouches down and licks her clit region and nuzzles his nose in her bush.

Cryssa gasps then lets out a squeal, “Ticklish! Sorry.”

Lance looks up at her, “I’ve been dying to do that to you since I first saw you.”

“Really? Awww! That’s sweet.”

“Eat her on your own time Lance. I’m in training mode here.” Brit kicks him in the behind forcing him to stand.

The girls loved Brit’s spark.

“I have questions.” Sophia chimes in with bright eyes.

“YES I’LL FUCK YOU.” Lance quickly replies as Sophia bites her lower lip smiling.

“Knock it off, Lance. Why don’t you and Styles run along for now. I want time with my cheering section.”

Styles shakes his head, “Let’s go watch my Dad practice. He’s over at the ball diamond.”

Lance frowns, “BORING! I’m starving. Let’s grab a burger.”

Agreeing Styles and Lance head in the opposite direction.

Brit looks toward the ball diamond hidden by a thick row of trees. Her heart pounds at her memory of Styles father. His dominant lifestyle appealing to her.

“Girls? Let’s go tease some real men.”

Brit nudges them to follow. Skirts lowered and proper for the moment they walk at a rapid pace to keep up with her. As they brush aside low branches to get through the trees the girls spot six men playing ball.

“See the guy in the Cub’s hat? That’s Eddie’s Dad, “Gary”.”

They all agreed he was a stud.

“I know right? The catcher is “Dale”. “Pete” is 3rd base this time. “Harlan” pitching. “Carlos” at 1st base. The outfielder I don’t know.”

Cryssa squints to see the outfielder then cringes, “I know him. His name is Felix. He’s friends with my Papa. I can’t go out there and do anything in front of Felix. He might tell on me.”

Brit frowns, “Risks make for strong orgasms. If you guys only knew the risks I’ve taken.”

Dawn fidgets her lips and looks to Cryssa, “Wasn’t Felix the guy that kept staring at you in your bikini when you washed your Dad’s Van?”

“Yeah! Creepy.”

“Didn’t he ask you to wash his car afterwards?”

“Well, yeah. But, my Dad made me wash Mom’s car after his. By then Felix left. He said he would pay me but I really didn’t want to wash three cars in a row. Besides he and my Dad are drinking buddies. Cards too.”

“Car wash? Hmmm. There’s a future challenge.” Brit chuckles.

Sophia plants her palms on Cryssa’s shoulders, “I’ll take the risk of whatever Brit challenges me with. You have us to back you up if Felix tells your family.”

Cryssa shivers and crosses her arms over her meaty 36D’s, “I’ll try.”

“Good. I’m proud of you.” Brit smiles then looks toward the team, “Follow my lead ladies.”

Britney Foxx then marches straight toward the diamond. As they get close the team notices and gathers around Gary at 2nd base.

“Don’t stop on our account. We just dropped by to watch.” Brit hollers.

Gary slides between his friends and approaches the girls.

“Where’s my son?”

“He and my brother are hanging out. I hope it’s okay for us to watch you guys.”

“We would rather watch you.” Gary squints, “Who’s your friends?”

“This is Sofia, Dawn, and Cryssa.” She points to each of them.

“Cheerleaders I see. Come to cheer us on? Real games tomorrow night.”

Sofia bats her eye lashes, “I left my pompoms at school. But, I can shake these.” then hoists her breasts high.

“Nicely done.” Brit winks.

As they banter Carlos and Felix join them eying Cryssa.

“Does “Leto” know you’re here?” Felix grins looking her over.

“Nope. Does he need to know my every move?” She points out hesitantly.

Felix shrugs, “You still owe me a car wash.”

“I don’t have my bikini. I did buy a new one though. Much skimpier. Shoestring style.” She shyly blushes.

“Can’t wait to see van escort it on you. No need to tell Leto I just said that.” He coughs into his hand.

Brit interrupts with, “See? You both want to keep a secret. Hi Felix, I’m Britney. Cryssa wants to get naked here with me. All four of us do. I’ll have Gary beat you up if you tell on her.”

The rest of the team overhears her threat as they move in laughing.

Pete adds, “When Gary gets done I’ll add my own hurt to ya.”

Felix lifts his mitt in front of him, “No need. Is this true Cryssa?”

She lowers her eyes then after a deafening inhale she turns and lifts her skirt to show off her purple panties.

“Don’t make Felix take those off.” Brit hisses with a devilish smile.

Cryssa reaches under and bends over pulling them to her shoes. She then steps out of them. Once in her hand she again lifts her skirt and shows the team her butterscotch bottom.

Brit then nudges Felix toward her, “Make her believe you.”

He does by stepping directly over to her and caresses her cheek, “I touched you. If I told your Dad that he would stab me. Secret’s safe I swear.”

Cryssa again inhales and turns around to look up at him, “I want to wash your car Saturday. I’ll wear my bikini and you can suds me up.”

The team chuckles as Harlan bursts into his rendition of the 70’s tune, “Car Wash”.

Brit then shoves Sophia into Dale’s space, “Here catch Mister Catcher.”

He hugs her and lets his hand creep under her skirt. Looking at his friends he hikes the back up for a perfect bottom view. Pete takes the time to rub Sophia’s opposite cheek.

“Harlan. Dawn. Dawn. Harlan. She’s red all over.” Brit motions for Dawn to entice them.

Beet red Dawn lifts her skirt to reveal her own uncovered landing strip. Harlan in turn rubs her pubes with a wink. She nearly fainted.

Gary growls, “Any of you idiots not realize they may be underage?”

Brit softly snaps back, “All eighteen. Trust me.”

Dawn raises her hand hesitantly, “I’ve only been 18 for 2 days.”

Harlan shakes his head adjusting his ball cap, “Damn!”

Dawn’s eyes grow wide out of fear of rejection. With a sudden burst of adrenalin she yanks her shirt off over her head and stands there in a lacey black bra.

Brit grins at her pursuit and once she realizes the girls reluctance she moves behind her and unclasps the bra.

“No harm in showing off those barely legal titties. Right?”

Dawn grows pale but removes her bra and holds her clothing. Her perky 36C’s were missiles.

Whistles all around.

Felix turns to Cryssa, “Can I see your tits?”

She coyly smirks, “Okay.”

In a mad rash her own shirt comes off then her purple bra. Her tits were bouncy and her nipples dark and needy.

“Yeah. Definitely not telling Leto.” He reaches in squeezing them as she trembles with doe like eyes. She loved his touch.

Brit sighs, “My mission is complete. I’ll be going now.”

She feigns walking away when Gary grabs her wrist, “I don’t think so.”

Brit pouts then whispers, “Save me Eddie. Save me”

Gary sneers at her, “He’s not here. I AM!”

She nods, “Why yes you are.” She then sheds her clothing to be the first to stand totally naked. The girls could only look at each other.

Finally, Sophia joins Brit by disrobing and snuggling up to Harlan. She cooed at his grip.

Inspired Dawn and Cryssa remove their skirts and join the freedom squad. The team readily approved.

Gary looks around the park for traffic and spots joggers.

“Dugout. All of you.”

Brit twists to take the lead then stops, “Only us girls. We’re going to play for you.”

Clothing discarded all across the grass the girls giggle and sprint to the sunken dugout. Each sitting side by side.

“Legs wide ladies. Fingers buried.” She then points to the men hugging the mesh fence above them, “Dicks in hand Gentlemen. Knuckles jerking.”

The girls examine their suitors above as they tease themselves by mocking the other. It takes Brit to steam up the dugout by focusing on her viewers.

“Look at them, Girls. Can’t you see the hunger in their eyes. Wanting to eat our sweet young pussies. Close your eyes. Feel their tongues digging in.”

Her words stimulate the cheerleaders into action. Silently they watch the men fondling their dicks right in front of them. The show became erotic as eyes examine eyes over body parts. It became a display of emotions. The girls deciding that they wanted to impress the men.

The men however lusted over what they were reluctant to take. Fear made them less than impressive. Youth was a strong drug. Yet, age meant severe punishment. Of age or not. Too close for comfort.

Harlan decides to put his dick away and ease from view. Gary nodded his understanding to his teammate.

As Brit noted Harlan step back she removed her burrowed fingers and threw herself into the fence.

“Glory hole, Harlan. Come back here.” She wiggles her fingers through the ankara escort fencing mesh.

The older man smirked then timidly returned to unleash his erection once more. He slips his cock through the fence to let Brit suck on him. The guys all praised his return.

Below them Cryssa and Dawn were squealing at their sensations. Clits rubbed furiously. Holes penetrated. Moans echoing.

Sophia decides to join Brit at the fence where Dale wags his dick through another link. Sophia at first strokes it with a devilish smile. Playful she puckers her lips up and kisses his crown. Seeing Dale tilt his head back and curse under his breath made her swallow him whole. At least as much as the fence allowed.

Felix maintained his attention on Cryssa. She quaked and released a yelping scream as her orgasm found its way out.

“That was beautiful. Come up here and kiss my Muchacho.” The Hispanic man taunted her with his own dick within the fence. At first her limbs were weak but she managed to stand, taking Dawn by the hand. Once upright they stumbled to the mesh and Cryssa kissed his dick. Dawn giggled at the face Cryssa made then let out a shrill burst of excitement just before kissing Felix on the crown herself.

“Hey, he has a mouth. I don’t.” Carlos chimes in.

Dawn turns red and steps over to greet Carlos. Her tongue flicked at his foreskin then took him into her open jaw.

Poor Pete was alone.

He merely watched all four girls giving head at once. He had to sigh at their energy. His friends were all snarling and praising the girls.

Finally, Pete shakes his head and walks away. In seconds he joins the girls down below. Once there he reaches under Sophia and Brit and fingers both girls at one time. Their wiggles proved just how welcomed his hands were. Still they fed.

Juices trickling over his knuckles he decides to move over and do the same to Dawn and Cryssa. Both were tight as hell. Both girls lost their concentration and gave up on their penis partaking.

Snarls were heard from Felix and Carlos as they were abandoned. Down below Pete chuckles at his stolen attentions.

“Guess they can’t walk and chew gum at the same time.” Pete rambles as the girls hug the fence for support. Orgasms were only seconds away.

As their cries grew more and more intense it made Brit and Sophia strive harder to get Dale and Harlan to voice their own pleasures. That job well done led to mouthful’s of glorious jizz. Sophia reacted with laughter as Dale detonated massively catching her off guard. In doing so she retreated just as he nutted a second heaving load. This load squirted across her nose and upper lip.

Brit feverishly worked Harlan in his troubled stammer. He had no difficulty getting hard and thoroughly enjoying her talents. His issue was cumming. He was taking forever. Eventually she coaxed him into frothing her lips. As reward she released him and smothered her entire face in his stew while jerking him.

Harlan gripped the fence peering down at Brit with relief. She gazed up at him with doe like eyes and a whispered, “Thank you.” He returned the favor.

Gary who had merely observed decided to join the girls down below. Scooting past Pete’s activities he grips both Brit and Sophia to accompany him to the bench. He drops his pants then pulls their wrists to kneel in front of him. Brit motions Sophia to her side nestling in to better greet Gary together. Brit fondles Gary’s cock lifting it to expose his bulging nut sack. Pointing to the lowest point of his scrotum Sophia leans under and begins licking it, while sucking off and on his nut.

Brit at first jerked him off then chose to suck his cock as a dual effort. Gary smirked his approval and ran his fingers through the hair of both beauties.

Pete admired Gary’s control and chose to escort Cryssa and Dawn into the same joint pose. He lowers his own pants and turns the girls to face him.

Dawn kneels first then Cryssa followed. Within minutes they embarked on the same journey as Brit and Sophia.

Gary and Pete fist bumped at their triumph.

Felix and Carlos decided they were missing out and trampled down into the dugout behind the girls. Felix in his admiration of Cryssa crouched behind her to rub her back and ass. She shivered the entire time. Thoughtful glances met Felix as she licked Pete’s balls.

Pete noticed then frowned. He lifted Cryssa up by her hair.

“All yours, Felix.”

Cryssa hesitantly followed Felix to another stretch of bench. She started to suck him but Felix gripped her chin and led her to stand. She was then coaxed into his lap with her back facing him. She sat there as his hands crept around her to crush her tits together. She closed her eyes at how good his grip felt. She nestled her ass over his cock until his dick slipped between her legs to rub up along her clit and labia. Her own fingers guided him inside her. The rest was dramatic pose and loving thrusts. Both were needy.

Dawn stopped to watch her friend Cryssa riding Felix and felt concern. That concern led Pete to recapture her attention with a soft hand to her cheek. Her eyes met his and she melted. She on her own stood and straddled his lap. He pulled her chest into his face and fed on her nipples. She surrounded his neck with her arms and planted her chin on his shoulder. He chose to give her his ball cap to wear. She sighed.

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The Proposal Ch. 04

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“Nice digs.” Markus looked around the apartment, surveying the collection of posters, second hand furniture, and really nice bar chairs that made up the girls interior decorating. At least they had their priorities down.

“You want a beer, or something?” Amber seemed nervous, and he could only smile at the girl. Despite her ongoing relationship with his best friend, she could never really relax around him, or his wife for that matter. Little Jonathan reported that on the weekends when his godfather picked him up to hang out, she was a much more carefree spirit, the kind that would roll down the hill at the park with him, who would do cartwheels in the shopping mall, and eat ice cream with him until their tummies hurt. So he nodded, and watched her pop the top of the Corona bottle, and slide the slice of lime into the neck.

“I need your help. Ahem…Jonathans birthday is coming up, and I was just wondering what you guys normally do. I mean, he never talks about birthdays, and when I ask about it, he always gets really defensive.”

“He’s not a big BD fan.”

“I can tell. Why is that?”

“The root of all evil.” That’s what they called Angelina amongst friends, and she picked up on it. Nodding her head slowly, she had to admit that the revelation was not all that surprising. The woman had an amazing ability to get under his skin.

“So…do I ignore it? Do I do something special for it? What?”

“Well…Margie and I usually take him out to dinner, since he can get a bit depressed. Sam always made a huge deal of his birthday, and so he really misses her around those times.”

“Well…I don’t think he knows that I know that his birthday is coming up. I had to look on his drivers’ license to figure it out. So I want to do something special for him.”

Markus nodded, taking another pull from his beer. The whole situation was a bit surreal to him, standing in the young woman’s apartment, discussing how to pull of a surprise for his friends’ birthday. Wow. It was like something out of a bad book, except that his friend was not married, and Amber was what he would genuinely consider a good girl. Despite his earlier misgivings about her accepting money for sex, basically.

“Well, I tell you what.” He dropped the empty bottle into the trashcan, coming to a decision. “You been down to his place on the beach?”

“No. I knew he had a boat, he didn’t tell me about a beach house.”

“Boat?” Markus smiled. Yacht did not adequately describe the custom made vessel that graced a custom built slip down on the coast. “Yeah, well, we haven’t been down there in a while. Used to be…in the days prior to your magic…that when he wanted to relax and get away, he would go down there. Last year we went down and fished the weekend after his birthday. There’s a little island out of the coast, have a barbecue, hang out, do whatever comes natural.” Which meant running in circles for his kids, and drinking beer for him. Until his wife winked at him, and they tried to see if they could have another one.

“So…I could propose going down there, he won’t think anything if it’s coming from me. But we won’t make it. So you guys can go down there and…well…I’m sure you can handle the rest of the plan.” He grimaced at her, and she smiled back. He understood how Jonathan could have fallen for those eyes.

He watched her hands, the clenching and relaxing of the muscles in her beautiful calves, the shifting of her eyes across the road, listening to the engine roar and growl under her instructions as they flew down the interstate. She saw him watching her, and blew him a kiss, but then her focus was back on the road.

The BMW owned the left most lane, racing down the interstate at well over eighty miles per hour. His eyes regarded the radar detector for what was probably the hundredth time, still trying to decide if he had made the right choice in letting her buy it.

When Markus had approached him about the trip, he had been weary. He could tell by the unrestrained energy in his little call girl that something was up. She was not very good at the whole secret thing, her boundless ambition and uncontrollable giggling giving her away. But he had played along, even acting surprised when Markus begged off at the last minute. So when he came home that day and she was sitting on the stairs to his house with their bags already packed, he just threw them in the trunk, let her slide into the driver seat, and let her go.

He must have coached her pretty well, or she had been to one of the nearby beaches before, as she navigated the concrete cloverleaves that lead into downtown Charleston with no problem, having hoped interstates with practiced ease, and shaved a full forty-five minutes of his normal trip time. But she was relentless, and apparently pee breaks were not required for the two hundred mile journey.

They came out on the other side, hoped the new bridge out onto one of the barrier islands, and she rolled to a stop at the Marina gate. Finally he felt like a part of the game again, urfa escort having to hand over his membership card. The security guard nodded at them, then the metal slid aside, and they rolled past rows and rows of vessels.

“Which one is yours?”

“Go all the way down to that big building.” He pointed it out, and she almost floored it, but then thought better of it. He thanked her silently, and then indicated a parking spot with his name on it.

“You have your own spot down here? Let me guess, you own part of this place, too, don’t you?”

“Not directly.”

“Such a cutie man.” She grabbed his face, kissing him hard on the lips, leaving him gasping for air. “You sure you can handle a weekend with just me out on the water?”

“I don’t know, you might kill me.”

“I’m going to try my best!” She hoped out, and he took her hand, leading her inside.

The building was easily three stories high, and the length of two football fields. There was a small office in the front, but the rest of the cavernous interior was filled with boats of all shapes and sizes, sitting in large racks that kept them out of the water and elements. Down at the far end huge bay doors stood open, and a steady flow of boats was floating down the canal in the center of the concrete pad, coming in and out, the massive overhead cranes sliding back and forth moving boats to and for, in and out of their beds.

He walked past the office, and down past the racks. She had never seen so many beautiful boats before, but to him it was all routine, and she realized that he did not even notice anymore. She kept up, figuring they would be back at some point.

On the other side of the building, a large lagoon had been made through the addition of an artificial levee, where owners could climb aboard their just released yachts.

“There she is.”

He pointed to the gleaming white boat sitting in the water, her long, low slung form elegantly swaying back and forth in the water. Even sitting still it looked fast, the hull and topsides formed to reduce drag and air resistance, with the chrome fittings and trim that shone brightly.

“Wow.” She walked up to the railing, and looked down at what looked like a massive cigarette boat. The top was painted the same white, with a flame motive along the edges. The word “Ambition” had been written in highly stylized writing on the back, beneath what looked like some kind of radar dome.

He took her hand, and they walked down the plank, stepping onto the aft deck. There were stairs on either side leading up to the open bridge, with what looked like a massive roll bar above and behind it, with more antenna looking thingy’s. There were benches, and what looked like two huge storage lockers recessed under her feet.

“Permission to come aboard?” Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him on the lips again, and he held her close, laughing at her request.

“Be honest.” He kissed her back, and the realization that he knew was written in her eyes.

“What, I wanted to do something nice for your birthday!”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Jonathan Games.”

He shook his head, then gave her a quick tour, during which they discovered that Markus had been good to his word, and the vessel was fully stocked in the galley. Jonathan grunted, but she beamed, and he let it go. Finally they reached the cabin, and she returned to the car over his objections to grab their bags while he got the boat ready. She returned shortly later, and he could see her from the bridge, looking like a Sherpa, fending off helping hands from the dock help.

He watched her disappear below, knowing better then to offer assistance, and waited for her to slide into the bench on the back of the bridge, now suitably dressed in a very nice white bikini.

“A birdie told me this would go with the settings.”

“A birdie, huh? You know, with the do-it-yourself attitude, you are never going to make a good trophy wife.”

“I’ll work on that.”

She watched as he pulled away from the dock, out into the open water, and away from the beach, heading out to sea.

“Where are we going?”

“There is a sandbank a couple miles of shore were we can anchor for the night, set lights, and then fish or do whatever in the morning.”

He looked down at her again, something seemingly slightly off. She was smiling at him with her eyes half closed, looking out towards the sun setting behind them as they headed east out into the ocean.

“What’s up?” Even when she talked, something was off. He pulled back a bit on the throttle, his eyes now focused on her face, trying to discern what it was.

Amber realized the look, and stood slowly. Looking around, she gauged their distance from any other marine revelers, and the fading land behind them. Well, why not now?

“You’re about to figure me out…so here is my first gift for your birthday.”

Before he could say anything, she dropped to her balıkesir escort knees, pulling down his shorts. He almost tripped over himself as she inhaled his cock, swallowing him whole. A cry raced across the water as he gripped the controls, feeling her tongue slathering across his cock.

School, work, and his lovely girlfriend had conspired against him for this moment. It had taken all her self-control to pull it off, but she had managed to stay away from him for a larger part of the week. So on Tuesday she had found herself Winged Dragons Tattoos & Piercing downtown, with a clamp on her tongue, and tears in her eyes.

Now the barbell that had become a part of her dental work was softly tickling the underside of his shaft, making his eyes bulge out and his breath come short. His hands gripped the wheel, her hands stroked his cock, and he blew his load before he fully realized what was going on.

He watched her swallow, then climb up his body, wrapping her strong legs around him, and hold him tight with her arms, kissing him softly, letting her tongue slip past his lips, teasing him with her new toy.

“You like that?”

“What’s not to like?”

“I considered a diamond, since you seem to like those so much, but the dude that did it warned me that it might cut you.”

“Flat tip grinding could alleviate that. You had a guy do it?”

“Jealous?”

He had to think about that one for a moment, as she continued to kiss him, slowly easing her legs down to stand on her own feet, and sat back on the bench behind him, digging in the cooler for something to drink.

“Well…I guess not.”

“Still afraid?”

“Afraid of what?”

“That I might leave you for some twenty year old stud.”

“Who told you that?”

“Margie.” She pulled out a bottle of peer, twisted the top of, and slid it into the cup holder mounted next to his control station, then placed herself in the captains chair, and pretended like she knew what all the dials and read outs before her meant.

“I thought she was my friend.” He took the beer, thanking her with a kiss before taking a long pull from the bottle.

“She is. That’s why she told me. And like I told you, you need to stop worrying, and start accepting the fact that you bought yourself a call girl for a long, long time.”

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her full lips, hugging her close to his body. Wrapping her arms around him, she squeezed back, kissing his chest, feeling his heartbeat. They stood like that for what seemed like a short eternity, and then she felt the boat slow, and turn slightly sideways.

“We’re here.”

He moved to the front, dropped one anchor, then back aft, and dropped another. She watched as he secured the vessel for the night, set the lights, then they went below, and slid into the narrow galley. He started to make dinner, but she pushed him out of the way, stripped down naked, and started cooking.

“My own naked chef.”

“What you always wanted.”

“Can you cook?” He could not help himself, and her reply was to give him the finger.

Maybe it was the rocking of the ship. He wanted to believe it. Maybe it was the new place, the fact that they had never done it on his boat. Sure, why not, he told himself. Maybe it was the teasing that had gone on all through dinner, or that she had sucked him off without getting any gratification herself. Or the long car ride without sex. Driving and cars tended to make her horny. But as he lay quietly next to the woman that he had fallen head over heels for, he knew that it was none of those. The happiness he felt inside was not related to the awesome, mind blowing sexual experience he had just had at all, as much as he wanted to believe it. It was because for the first time in a long time, he was truly enjoying his birthday.

Leaning down, he softly kissed her warm skin, listening to her rhythmic breathing, snuggling down against her soft body and warm skin. She seemed slide across him, naturally embracing her daddy, snuggling against him. She liked to lay on top when she slept, a position her body moved to naturally. “I love you Amber Matthews, and one day you will be my wife.” She purred, drooling on his chest, and he smiled again.

“So how did it go?”

“Great. She tried to kill me.” The driving range was lit up like the Fourth of July, a by-product of all the spotlights. It was Thursday, and all four of them were there, drinking beer and losing money betting against Markus on precision drives. Even Jonathans luck had run out, and he was already forty bucks in the hole.

“Sorry we had to miss that.” Markus grinned at his friend, teed up, and whacked the ball right into the center of the three hundred and fifty yard sign. Everybody paid up, and he made a slight bow.

“So you all settled into relationship mode now?” Randy was freshly tanned from his trip to the Caribbean, with that healthy glow. That, and he had made it clear that he could not stay trabzon escort long. His wife was waiting at home.

“Yeah. I think so. We are meeting in a bit to go out.”

“Where are you meeting?”

“Some club down the road from her school. Now that she’s got me into this dancing thing, she wants to do it every week. I told her that ain’t gonna fly. I need to work.” Jonathan stepped up to the tee, pointed out the two hundred yard sign, and fired the shot off. The ball hit the upper right edge, bouncing straight up. There was soft appreciate applause from his friends, so he shook his hands like a champion, and dropped down onto the bench next to Markus.

“Happy Birthday. Glad you had a good time.”

“Thanks.”

Banana Joe’s would never compete with Reflections for Ambiance. But it did have three clubs, each of them with a distinctly different theme. The Speakeasy featured the dueling pianos, something she could never really get into. But apparently her friends liked it, so every now and then she indulged them. But not tonight.

Tonight they were on the dance floor of the Tikki Torch, a beach themed affair in which all the bars were predictably outfitted, and girls in short shorts and t-shirts tied around their waist served beer out of tubs. She had worked as one of those girls for a while, until she had gotten into her Accounting Internship. It had been a good time, and a wonderful opportunity to meet cute guys. But she didn’t need that anymore, so she did not miss it.

Jessica was not much of a dancer, so she had let Amber borrow Rick, and the two were grooving on the wooden boards that had once been painted with scenes of water, sand, and palm trees. But shoes had long since scuffed all that away, and they were working hard to add their own friction to the aging wood.

Finally they decided to take a break, and she checked he watch. He should be here any minute now, and she could not wait. Dancing made her horny, even if he was not really all that good at it. She didn’t mind, she loved him too much for that. He tried, what more could she ask for in a man?

She watched as Rick lifted Jessica out of her chair, kissing her hard. Tammy was standing by the bar, flirting with the bartender she had been trying to get a date with for the last three weeks. Amber was starting to suspect that he was gay. Who could hold out this long against her friend?

“Drink?”

The voice pulled her back, and she turned towards the source, finding herself face to face with a young man. She had seen him earlier, so she looked slightly past him, to the table he had come from. His friends were all looking their way, waiting to see what she would say, so she smiled at them, and accepted the cup with the red slush in it.

“Thanks. What do I owe this to?”

Directing her eyes back towards the buyer, she took a closer look at him. He was blond, with the cut so stylish right now, a bit much on top, and faded down to nothing at the neck. The black button down shirt was not tucked into his khaki shorts, but it was sized so that one was not mistaken that he saw the inside of a gym on a fairly regular basis. His blue eyes had a piercing quality, but somebody should have told him that the fierce gaze was not really the key to a woman’s heart.

“Well, the dude you were dancing with is probably not here with you…”

“How do you know, maybe we get down like that?”

“Ahh, yeah, you might.”

“In which event he’ll probably be over here in a minute, whooping your ass. Rick benches 405 for reps, how much you put up?”

“Ahhh…”

“Probably not that much, huh? Well, that’s ok.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Because he really is here with my friend.”

He seemed to visibly relax at that, exhaling long and low, his shoulders returning from being hunched to their normal position. She found that funny, and her smile told him so. Or so she figured, since he was starring at her again.

“Well, I’m Jack.”

“Pleased to meet you Jack. Listen…”

“Hold on now. Let me get my line out first.”

“Go ahead.” She even looked receptive.

“Well, I was just going to ask for your phone number, and tell you that you are one hot lady out there on the dance floor, and I would love to dance with you some time.”

She smiled, then indicated the dance floor with her head. “Let’s go.”

He pushed through the crowd, always feeling a bit awkward at first. He was easily one of the ten oldest people in the packed place. She had told him to meet her by the front most bar, the one right by the dance floor, and he knew what that meant. She was in a frisky mood. Thank fully he had stretched after running that morning, and felt nice and limber.

He spotted Rick first, the massive black man easy to find even in the twilight that dominated the place. He waved towards him, then had to push his way over, finally coming to rest at the high top table that his friend had taken over. Jessica and Tammy were sitting on the high stools that surrounded the table, and Rick slid him a beer.

“Thanks, where’s Amber?”

Jessica pointed out the dance floor, and he followed her finger, spotting the auburn hair out in the middle of the mass of people, dancing with some young guy. Taking a sip of his beer, he suppressed the feeling in his stomach, and watched his baby dance.

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The Rum Fruitcake Fidelity Test

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“I am head over heels proud of you for getting the balls to marry me. And when we became churchgoers again, we built our marriage on a rock instead of the shifting sands,” Suzy proclaims.

“What God joined together let no woman tear apart,” I say.

“George, it is interesting that you used the word woman instead of the conventional man in that Biblical phrase. I know the only person you worship more than me is Jesus. You’d never stray for some young tart like my friend Brandy with the tush whose pertness you’ve never discussed with me unless I bring it up first. Even though after church, you go out of your way to get coffee and donuts for Brandy to make her feel welcome because she is new to the church and not yet a member this is just your southern hospitality. You serve me strawberry shortcake from the fridge because I’m your one and only. But you fawn over this chick like she is on your first date. She is so young and beautiful. But for my sake would you be kind enough to wear this here Chastity belt? I’ll bring the key with me to the Women’s Bible study group at the church tonight.”

“Honey, you know I’d never let my fingers do the walking without you. But if it lets you focus on the Lord’s word instead of worrying about me at home then I’m all for it.”

“Sweetheart this contraption ain’t hard to put on. But let me do the honors so I can see it is nice and secure. I bought this thing off the internet and the instructions were pretty clear even for me and you know I am not the sharpest tool on the block.” Suzy slips my cock in the cage like a crazy man in mersin escort a straightjacket. My wiener is nice and snug but the hard part is yet to come, pardon the pun. Her handling me makes my prick resist arrest by trying to rise but firmly held in place. My willy waggles in its jail like a prisoner trying to escape his cell.

“Darling of mine, when you men get worked up those thoughts come unbidden. This will keep you from letting those fantasies take control of your mind.”

“Please don’t stay for the coffee and donuts. Get home soon. My pecker is already feeling like an inmate in solitary confinement.”

“Think of it as God’s will. I am your maiden whose hand has exclusive rights to your penis.”

While Suzy is away my eyes are entertained by Bible lessons on TV taught by the reverend Throckmorton. Anything to take my mind off the fairer sex is welcome. Finally, I hear her open the door. “Suzy thank God you’re back. Please unhook this thing.”

Suzy smiles and cocks her hip. She puts her fingers to her mouth and says, “Oh my, it slipped my mind. The ladies at the class decided to put their husbands to the test. There is no use begging me for the key since I let Brandy keep it. But you could appeal to Brandy’s mercy if your modesty permits. I’m off to the bowling alley with my lady friends but Brandy is at home watching her favorite episode of ‘Fallen Wives Confess All.'”

“You know I love you, sweet darling. But there is only so much a man can withstand. If I go a whole night like this I may end up trying kocaeli escort to pry this thing off.”

“Well, then hubby take this key to her door, give it to her, and see if she helps you.”

I hop in the car and head straight over to Brandy’s not caring a damn about my embarrassment or what she may say. I knock on the door like a lost soul seeking freedom. Brandy answers and says, “Oh my George, you came at last. Come on in and let me give you some fruitcake.” Her tongued words lick my libido with Pentecostal passion. She opens the door to her softly lit cushioned condo. I sit opposite her parted legs. She perches atop the seat of her chair in a yoga pose with her womanly heat barely concealed in a khaki shorts tease. She says, “Can I get you anything? Coke and rum?”

I reply, “I don’t drink.”

She throws back her head and laughs. “Hey, I’m not trying to ply you with liquor to have my way with you. I know how to mix one that’ll knock your socks off. Let me make one for you; just a teensy-weensy one. You won’t get drunk. I promise.”

I nod in acquiescence. “Well, just one.”

I sip her concoction until I say, “My cup is empty.”

“I’ll fill it for you. There is no need to restrain

yourself in my presence. Let me unpack your ladyware so that you can prove its fine quality which Suzy brags to me about. Come now, wouldn’t you like me to free your pecker from that awful cage? Your knight doesn’t deserve to be sissified by such a forced bow. Besides, I feel like I’ve already seen it, I mean you samsun escort in your bathing suit.”

“How could it be revealed by my swim trunks?”

Brandy replies, “Your wife described you in your thong bathing suit. So all I can picture is your bulge size. Let’s not quibble about measurements. If you’d like I can put into words for you a vision of me in lingerie.”

My lips open and words spill. “Oh Brandy, I can’t do that to Suzy. It would break her heart. Just give me that there key and I’ll be on my way.”

Brandy tries to stop her laughter with her hand on her mouth. She bowls over with giggles. Finally, she reveals the secret. “George, the key your wife gave you to give me is the very same one for your cock cage. You see this was a test of your fidelity. Had you taken me up on my offer then you’d have broken your marriage covenant. You can relax now. You resisted the beast that I am. This was more fun than being served pastries and beverages by you in the Fellowship Hall. Now go in the powder room and unleash that tiger in your pants.” I am more than ready for the jailbreak. So I comply. When I emerge like a new man I say, “I sure could use some of that fruitcake.”

“It is fresh out of the oven. You’ll be the first to taste it. Does it suit your palate?”

“Your cake is the food of the Gods. Can I have one more piece?”

“You can have just one more because I want to save some for your wife and myself of course. The cake is spiked with rum, which will relieve anxiety for the two of you. This may channel your sexual tension with me toward your wife thus not squandering that tallywacker which even those slacks can’t quite hide.”

“Suzy is out with the women’s church bowling league tonight. They always go there after Bible Study. How will I cope?”

“George, this cake is to enhance your love life. How it influences your lonely hours is not for me to know.”

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Sometime during the night I was released. That exquisite pain at the point my limbs were release must have dulled my recollection of the events. I’m reasonably sure I was given the Toilet command and I hope I did a good job. In any event, I was still on the bathroom floor when I heard my mistresses stirring around the next morning. I got up, crawled under the covers on my bed and went to sleep.

It was nearly noon and I was off to a late start, but when I slipped into the tub my body refused to leave. Cleaned and powered and a vision in pink I whirled through my chores and was resting comfortable in my room when Jenny and Sheila got home.

Sheila found a lime green jog bra and a matching pair of long leg tights. She tossed them on the bed along with a pair of socks and baggy white shorts.

“Wear your gaff there are running shoes in the closet. We’re going jogging.”

This was my first time out in our neighborhood as a girl. Jogging with the girls would have been a lot of fun had it not been for the leash. It was only four blocks to the park. The weather was cool and the breeze up my shorts was a totally new sensation. The jogging path through the park was paved and bathed in the afternoon sun. It attracted a lot of our health conscious neighbors.

I expected my condition would attract a lot of attention, but the attraction was an old one, three pretty young woman. The hunks would jog past me and compliment my mistresses on her pet. Then they would ask if I did any tricks. The lack of originality was uncanny. I was mortified when Tom Pepper appeared on my left shoulder. He worked for me until I quit and lived two streets over from us. He was tan and beautiful. He apparently didn’t recognize me and ran up beside Sheila.

“High, Sheila”

“Hi, Tom. What’s up?”

“Everything’s fine. How bout with you?”

“Excellent.” Sheila said.

“What happened to Andy?”

“He left me.”

Tom came to a stop, obviously stunned by the news, and then sprinted to catch Sheila. “Why?”

“I don’t know. He quit his job and left me the same day.”

“How strange.” Tom said and then added. “What’s with the girl on the leash?”

“She’s my slave.”

That stopped him again. When he caught us again, he said, “What do you mean slave?”

“I mean she does anything I say, anytime I say.”

“Can we stop for a minute?” Tom said.

Our entourage stopped and Sheila said. “Tom this is my friend Jenny. We call our slave, Sissy. What do you want?”

“I hardly know where to start. Can we talk in private?”

“You and Jenny and I are in private.”

A big fluffy cloud held us in its shadow for a few moments before Tom continued.

“I’ve been wanting to call you. I wasn’t sure about Andy, but if he’s out of the picture, well I was going to ask you out. Of course, that’s before I see you out here with this.” He said, pointing at me. “Are you a dyke?”

Sheila kissed Jenny carefully placing a hand on one of Jenny’s breasts then said. “Sweetheart, am I a dyke?”

They both laughed and Jenny said. “I’m not sure, but I think that only applies if you wear a strap-on dildo while you’re eating my pussy.”

Sheila ran a single red tipped finger down Tom’s chest and said, “You’re real pretty so come over to our house anytime you want and I’ll fuck your brains out, but don’t insult Sissy.”

“Why do you need a slave?” Tom asked shaking his head side to side.

“That’s a good question. Let’s see if I can explain it to you.” Sheila looked around then offered my leash to Tom. “Take Sissy over to that little clump of bushes and she’ll explain it to your dick.”

“No fucking way.”

“Sissy, take your teeth out and show Tom your tongue.” As I did, she rubbed Tom’s crotch.

“You bitches are sick.” He shouted as he ran down the path in the opposite direction.

I put my teeth back in and we finished our run with only an occasional catcall.

When we got home I cleaned up, put my uniform on and made dinner. After dinner I cleaned the table and did the dishes while Sheila and Jenny got a bath. They emerged wearing cut-offs, tanks and flip-flops.

“Let’s go for a little ride.” Jenny said, snapping my leash in place.

We drove downtown and cruised the Fourth Street area. There were a lot of girls and guys offering their wears. The storefronts were bright with neon and as seductive as a siren’s song. We pulled up in front of Tammy’s Video Arcade, Sheila handed me an envelope and told me to give it to the man behind the counter. It was only a short walk, but I was in a pink maid’s outfit. Of course, this was the red light district, and I probably looked more normal than most so I got out.

The young man behind the counter smiled, accepted the envelope, opened it and went about the store collecting items. When he returned he had:

Two hot pink dildos (approximately

8″long and 6″ around)

Three butt plugs:

Large (pink)

Ex-large (purple)

Monster (black)

He laid the items bursa escort on the counter. Every guy in the place was looking at me. “Do you need anything else, little lady?”

Little lady, I thought, but I said. “No thank you.”

He rang up the items, made change from money in the envelope and put everything in a plain black sack. Then he handed me a note that said I would give him a blowjob. I put my teeth in the bag, went behind the counter, got on my knees and unzipped his pants. My only thought was to get it over. Everybody in the store and everyone walking by could see me. That included Sheila, Jenny and any cops that might wander by.

When I got his dick out I changed my mind. It was thick at the base, uncircumcised and had a very small head. It resembled an ice cream cone with the point toward my mouth. I unbuckled his pants, and pulled pants and shorts down so I could get a better look. His big balls hung down in a long sack. I picked one up and put it in my mouth. The cone stiffened. I dropped the balls and slide the cone into my mouth. He responded to my tongue and ball, but I already had my nose in his pubic hair. It was a strange feeling as I withdrew. I sucked back and forth a few times. When he put his hands on my head I slipped I frosted pink finger into his ass and he came. It wasn’t a flood but I had to swallow twice to get it all down. The flavor was fabulous.

I left him standing there with his pants around his ankles, picked up my bag of goodies and ran to the car. As I got to the car, Sheila kept pulling forward a few car lengths at a time. I was running as fast as I could in my heels. Jenny was laughing and waving and then they were gone.

Standing in the middle of the street I jumped up and down in absolute rage, followed quickly by stark terror, followed by tears. In retrospect there may have been some humor. A transvestite jumping up and down in the middle of the road on Fourth Street dressed in a pink maid’s outfit. It was a very bad area. Several store fronts were boarded up, others had iron bars in their windows and doors. Two winos were huddled by a short brick wall sucking on paper sacks. The traffic cruised by slowly. I felt like a porterhouse steak at the dog pound.

I needed a Kleenex and some pants or even a skirt and a plan. My first thought was that it was a prank; they’d be right back. I walked back up the street and stood by the video store. I thought the cap looked stupid, as if the rest of the outfit didn’t, so I took it off and put it in my sack. I put my teeth in and stood quietly next to the building avoiding eye contact with passers by. I didn’t have a watch so I had no sense of time, but I became convinced they weren’t coming back.

My next thought was a taxi. I needed some money. There was money in the bag. It turned out I had forty-three dollars and some change. I needed a phone. I knew the video shop was a bad idea. There was a well-lit convenience store at the end of the block. I decided to try it. The attendant was behind a bulletproof glass partition. He wouldn’t call a cab, didn’t have a phone book and wouldn’t give me any change unless I bought something. I hadn’t smoked in six years, but I bought a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and a cup of coffee. I walked outside, lit a cigarette and called information. I didn’t have anything to write with, but the operator dialed the number for me. They said there would be a cab in twenty minutes. I leaned against the wall, smoked my cig and drank my coffee. It ran through my mind that a lit cigarette was a weapon of sorts.

A car with three young men pulled up and asked me what I was doing. I said I was waiting on a ride. The driver got out, walked over and stood within inches of me. He hooked a finger in one of the D-rings on my collar held a hand on his crouch and said, “I’ll give you a ride.”

I took a drag on my cigarette and it came to me. I whispered. “I’m a vice cop you dip shit. Slip me twenty bucks, get in you car and get.”

He stepped back, looked around and reached for his wallet. He handed me a twenty-dollar bill, I kissed him and he hauled ass. I’m amazed my heart didn’t burst, but I’d pulled it off. The cab arrived a few minutes later and took me home. The meter read eighteen dollars and seventy-five cents. I gave the driver my friends twenty and the rest of the cigarettes.

Mistress Sheila answered the door with a scowl, “What the hell happened to you?”

I couldn’t believe my ears, but I decided I better play along. “I got lost, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“How’d you get home?”

“I took a cab.”

She took the bag out of my hand and looked inside. “If you spent any of my money because of your stupidity, I’ll take it out of your ass.”

“Just some cigarettes, Ma’am. I bought him some cigarettes.”

“More likely you sucked his dick you little nympho. You every heard of AIDS? If you introduce AIDS into this family you’re dead.”

“I promise I didn’t touch him.”

“Go to your room malatya escort and get ready for bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”

I put my uniform up and rinsed my underwear. I removed my tampon, put on a gown and cupped my sensitive little breasts in the soft soothing material. I had a handful on both sides. In addition to the implants, I was sure they were growing. I washed my face and sat on the bed waiting for Sheila.

“Your five dollars short. Stand up and show me your tits.”

I was facing her. She attached clamps to my nipples and unscrewed the stop screws. The jaws were directly over the shafts of my barbells. My nipples screamed in pain. I was sure the pain would subside, but I closed my eyes and clinched my jaw. Sheila slapped me across the face.

“Pay attention, bitch. Pull up your gown and bend over the bed.”

She had a long slender cane. I heard the swooshing and when it ended, any thought of the pain in my nipples passed. The cane had taken a long slender bite out of my flesh and it fell four more times before she stopped. She left the room and returned with a thick salve, which she used to trace the path of the cane.

“You’ll have some great welts, but don’t worry they won’t scar. Turn around and let me see your breasts.”

I complied. She removed the clamp from my right breast and dropped it. It dangled from my left breast by the chain. She rolled the right nipple between her fingers and smiled. She deserted my right nipple and released the left one. The clamps clanked to the floor and she rolled my left nipple.

“You love the pain don’t you?” Sheila asked.

“No, Ma’am.”

“Then why is your clitty stick twitching?”

I didn’t have an answer. She told me to sit down and I did, but I immediately wished I hadn’t. She pulled one of the rubber dicks out of the sack and handed it to me.

“I want you to practice sucking this little darling and taking it deep down your throat. Saturday morning I want you to demonstrate you abilities for us. As for your butt plugs, I’d wear this one tonight.” She handed me the pink one.

I stood, bunched my gown around my waist and put the plug in my mouth. The plug was smaller that a turd and wet with my saliva, it moved easily inside me. I dropped my gown and sat back down.

“Even I’m amazed at how obedient you are. I didn’t mean right this minute, but that’s fine.”

“In the morning, while you’re in the tub, I’d insert this one.” She handed me the purple one. “Anytime you have a plug in you, you don’t have to use a tampon. By Saturday I want the black one in you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.” The purple one looked smaller than Alex, but the black one looked impossible. Still I’d given her the correct response. She turned and left the room.

“French toast in the morning.” She said over her shoulder.

I wanted some extra time to soak in the morning so I set my clock for 4:30, turned off the light and settled into bed. My teeth were on the nightstand. The head of the dong slipped easily into my mouth. It had an unpleasant chemical taste; still I pushed it slowly deeper. I suppressed my gag reflex, but as the head entered my throat it was too large to continue. I tried to flatten my tongue, but it didn’t help. I didn’t know if my throat would stretch or tear, but I did know what Sheila would do so I shoved hard one more time. The head of the thing slipped down my throat for a moment, then popped back out. It would take some work, but my throat was okay and I could get it down.

Stinging welts and visions of a plunging phallic made for a restive night. Fear of the new day woke me early.

Chapter 12

The next morning I pulled off my gown. The welts were angry, but hadn’t bled. I pulled the butt plug, douched and shaved. The tub was wonderful. I just soaked for about ten minutes and rubbed my wounds.

I tried the purple plug and it went in easily, so I decided to try the black one. I couldn’t get it in. I couldn’t even get enough leverage to push hard. I got on my knees with the plug on the floor of the tub behind me and started easing down. I couldn’t get close. I pulled up then pushed down again. If I moved down another centimeter it felt like my asshole would tear in a hundred places. I jumped out of the tub, smeared my pussy with petroleum jelly and tried again. On the third push down it felt like it was going. I pushed one more time, there was a massive stab of pain and it popped into place. I rested for a moment and the pain subsided.

I decided to leave it in place while I shaved my legs and did my hair. When I got out of the tub, my ass seemed bigger and I had an unexplainable desire to swing it. Since the plug didn’t hurt, I left it in place in lieu of one of my constant cotton companions.

I powdered my body and slipped on my corset. My natural breasts were peaking around the edges of the cups. This realization ran a tingle down my clitty stick and that tingle reminded me it had been weeks since I’d çanakkale escort had an orgasm. It had been weeks I hadn’t had one and I hadn’t died. Maybe an orgasm just wasn’t as important as I’d always thought. I finished dressing and locked my collar and bracelets in place.

Sheila and Jenny came down together and seemed to enjoy breakfast.

“Show Jenny your ass.” Sheila said.

I faced away from Jenny, pulled down my panties and bent at the waist.

She traced a long slender finger along one of the stripes. “Nice job, Baby.” She said to Sheila. She tapped the butt plug with a red tipped finger. “That’s a pussy full isn’t it, Sissy?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“She’s got the black one in her.” Jenny said, to Sheila.

“She’s become quite an over achiever when it comes to doing my bidding.” Sheila said.

As Sheila left for work she gave me a list of additional chores and instructions for a large dinner. “There’ll be eleven for dinner. Wear your black outfit and be ready at 5:00.”

My mistresses were home shortly after 5:00. They were satisfied with my preparations and with me. They scurried back to their room to change for dinner. They emerged in the same outfits I’d seen them in that first day.

Sheila was in the white on white brocade corset, her breasts billowing over its top. She wore no panties and her hairless pussy lips pouted out beneath her flat belly. She wore white stockings and white sandals with 4″ spike heels. Her nails flashed red.Jenny wore her black leather waist cincher. The rings in her nipples were joined together by a heavy chrome chain. Black leather garters hanging from the cincher supported her black fishnet hose. Her polished black, high-heel boots were laced up to just below her knees.

The guests were couples except for Alex. They wore skimpy leather outfits (except for Alex) and the women were obviously dominant. I showed them to the dinning room and served the wine. Dinner consisted of shrimp cocktails, chicken cordon bleu, Julianne potatoes and chocolate cheesecake. The conversation was polite and topical. I was a real French maid and nobody seemed to give me a second thought. After dinner Alex and the women retired to the den for brandy and cigars. The rest of the men sat at the table and chatted quietly over coffee as I cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher.

“Sissy, you and the boys come here.” Sheila said.

We obeyed. At her command, using short pieces of chain, they attached my shoes to the spreader bar. Then they hung me, head down, from the ceiling in front of the window. Using two more short pieces of chain they attached my bracelets to the spreader bar so that my back was down and parallel to the ground. A slight push caused me to swing. My cap fell off.

There was a sheet over an easel in one corner of the living room. Sheila removed the sheet and said, “Okay ladies, this is a Toulouse-Lautrec lithograph. It’s worth $1,500.00 and goes to the winner of tonight’s contest. Since Jenny won’t be competing, she will be the judge – the final judge.”

She moved away from the easel and continued. “The rules are simple. You will get your man hard any way you can, let him fuck you and fill you up. As soon as you can, you’ll walk over and position Sissy between your legs so she can suck your cunt clean. If you come while she is down on you, that turn is forfeited. Then you go back and get your partner ready again. The teams will start on fifteen-minute intervals and each team will have one hour. The team with the most trips to Sissy’s mouth wins. In case of a tie there will be a fuck off. The males will fuck Sissy in the mouth. The quickest to come wins. Again, Jenny will be the judge. Any questions?”

There were none and she walked over to me. “Open your mouth.” I did and she took my teeth.

It took Jenny a few minutes to get the teams on paper. The first cunt was clean-shaven and sported a gold ring around its clitoris. She was on me ten-minutes after Jenny said go. I sucked out three good globs then tried to hook my tongue ball inside her ring. She pushed me away. Jenny was suspicious and wouldn’t let her leave until she pushed a finger up her cunt. It came out wet, but Jenny was satisfied so she let her go.

My second pussy was covered in soft blond curls. My third was a thick musty black bush. The forth was my Mistress, fat and full. The last cream-filled delight was topped with a short heart-shaped brown mat. Mistress Sheila and the blond were able to give me three loads and tied for first. My face was a wet sticky mess. Jenny took a damp cloth and cleaned me up. She even gave me a little peck on the cheek.

Blondie’s man was short and thin, but his cock head was nice and fat. I worked his underside with my tongue then sucked him down my throat. It was to be his fourth orgasm in an hour and a half, but with my gums and tongue on his shaft and my sucking throat, I got him there.

Alex was hard as a rock and ready. I was in a perfect position to take his big bad beauty. He slammed his rod down my throat, pumped me hard about a dozen times and dropped his load. No contest, Sheila kept the lithograph. While I remained hanging near the window, each of the losers beat their men. Everyone but Alex bid my mistresses goodbye and left. He took me down like I was a feather, sat me on the couch then kissed Sheila goodnight.

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I started a brand-new job at COCO Beach Florida. My wife and I moved into a two-bedroom apartment not too far from my new office. I must have lifted something wrong in the move because I developed a lower-back pain. One of my co-workers suggested I met a friend of hers that was a masseur. I laughed it off, but each day the pain worsened. The pain was worsened daily; finally, I asked for the contact information of the masseur. The masseur’s name was Carl. I called for an appointment setting one for the same day. Carl explained that he had his massage table set up in his spare bedroom where he could give a massage to people after work hours.

Carl’s house was found in an upscale subdivision which was part of the Country Club. All the houses looked the same, but his house was easy to find by looking for the house number on the mailbox. I parked in his double-wide driveway. Carl met me at the door, inviting me into his home. Carl said. “I am working on my masseur license. I cannot charge for the massage, but donations are always welcome.” Carl was dressed in shorts and a golf shirt which allowed me to notice his nice tan. He mentions he worked at the tennis pro shop at the County Club. His massages were on the side. Carl was working on his massage certifications. We sat on the couch drinking a soft drink talking about Coco Beach, my recent move to the area, and a little about my wife.

Carl asked me about my back, where the pain was, when it started, and if I had this injury before. I told him, “This is my first injury of my back and first time visiting a masseur. Carl asked me to walk back to one of his bedrooms. A massage table was set up with oils and other things used for messages. On the table were candles, burning incenses, and different oils. Carl asked me to take off my clothes I did down to my boxes. Carl tossed me a towel and told me to drop the boxers and put the towel on. I wrapped the towel around me and pulled off the boxers. I was not uncomfortable, but I was aware that I was almost naked in a room with a man. Carl directed me to lie face down on the table.

Carl turned some new age music, something soft and would make you relax. He lit some candles and burned some incense. There was a flat-screen TV on the wall in front of the table, which he turned. He turned the TV to a yoga class with a woman in body stockings doing incredible bending movements. My sense of sound, smell and sight were all being massaged.

I already felt relaxed. Carl spoke in a low monotone voice asking simple questions that I could answer with on the nod of my head or with on yes or no. Carl told me to expect something cold, and he dropped some oil on my back. The oil smelled of winter mint, and in a short time, I could feel the heat warming my back. I jumped when Carl touched me the first time.

Carl’s hands felt great pushing and rubbing, and it was not long that I was lost between conscience and dreams. Carl tapped me on my shoulder, and I realize where I was. He asked me to roll over which I did but realized with some embarrassment that I had an erection. As I flipped over, the towel became loose. My erection caused the towel to a tent. Carl said, “Do not worry that is normal.”

Carl noticed my erection. I was now uncomfortable to be in the same room with a man with me having an erection. I had to decide if I wanted to stop the massage and leave or to continue. The massage made the pain go away, and the massage now was relaxing my body. I decided to remain but to be more aware of my almost nude condition.

Lying on my back; Carl was rubbing my legs, moving to my thighs. His hand started to rub the inside my thigh and was just outside the towel. I was going to protest, but Carl stopped. Carl stated, “I think I got the bump out of your back, but you will need to return every day for the next week. I agreed.

I returned the next day. Carl did not have to ask me to put on the towel; I did the same way as the day before, putting on the towel and then dropping my boxers. Carl asked if I minded him drinking a beer and said “No.” He opens a small refrigerator producing two imported beers. He opened both and gave me one. Carl was dressed as he was the day before. The massage was the same as the day before. Today when on my stomach, Carl slides the towel allowing half of my rear disclosed. He continued with a deep tissue massage of my ass cheeks that felt good, too good to say stop. Carl asked to be excused and went to the bathroom. I could hear Carl’s pissing, a long steady stream. I am not sure if he intended for me to hear him pee or not. I was aware that I had an erection and could not figure out why, was it Carl’s hands touching my body, or maybe the sound of a man peeing.

Today, there was no Yoga on the TV but now showing semi porn of a topless woman on summer break. Today I was more relaxed than the day before, the pain was gone. I was not sure if it was Carl’s hands or the beer, I was feeling fine. Carl asked me to roll over on my back, which adana escort I did, and again; I was hard, erect and tenting the towel. Carl did not mention my condition. I was on my back with Carl’s messaging my face, neck rubbing my lips, my ear lobe, I became flushed. I could feel myself responding to his touch. It was sensorial. Carl’s hand went to my chest and massage my arms, hands and then to my chest. I was on a little aware but became more aware that Carl was massaging my nipples. He would rub around each nipple then pinch the nipple causing them to become erect. Carl commented how a man’s body reacts the same way as a woman does. He mentions that he would do massages to woman, and they would insist he would massage them. He commented that he was sure that some would have an orgasm. Before I could respond, say stop, or comment he moved on to my feet. If I had to admit to me, the nipple massage was great. That evening after the wife went to bed, I massaged my nipples as I jacked my cock watching porn. I was not looking forward to some nipple play.

The next day I arrived and got ready for my massage. Today Carl was wearing short shorts that not leave much to the imagination. Not that, I wanted to see, but I did notice that Carl had a package of some size. During the massage, Carl would lean over, so his shorts were only inches from my face. Carl and I had a couple of beers this day; I was beginning to enjoying Carl’s touch and not necessary the massage. The smell of the oils, the sounds, the sites on the TV, all were arousing. I noted that I would get hard at the first touch of Carl’s hands, and when he was working on my nipples, I was ready to shoot.

I was not having any gay wishes, but when I was receiving a massage, I had a wish for sexual release. The massage felt so good; my pain went away leaving me also horny. After each massage, I would go home and with the wife in bed, I secretly jack off. I would rub my nipples as if Carl’s hands were touching me. I would shoot off to this fantasy. I returned for my next scheduled massage the next afternoon. The pain was gone, but I had agreed to meet Carl for a week, I had four more days left.

Carl had a good taste in beer handing me one as soon as I arrived. We sat on the couch watching sports on the TV. I have not had too many male friends whom I would socialize. Carl was a nice person, had interesting stories to tell and could carry on an intelligent conservation. He would express his point of view that was different from the norm and then provide supporting comment to prove his point. He had a good point about global warming being a conspiracy for the rich and powerful to control the masses. He had a point about region being another attempt for a few powerful people to control the masses with manipulation, false information and fear. After two beers and at half-time show, Carl asked if I was ready for my massage, and I was.

I entered the room, stripped naked and wrapped the towel around me. Face down Carl started the routine of deep tissue massage. Today on the TV was a light porn movie with a lot of kissing and foreplay but no real showing of the genitals. It was still hot with a big titty woman and men with trim and fit bodies. Carl today was dressed in tight shorts. He removed his golf shirt to reveal a trim and fit body. He had a dark tan. I commented on his tan. Carl said that he could use the facilities at the County Club, and they have a tanning room. Carl said that I could be his guest, and if I wanted, I could get an allover tan. I laughed and said that would be hard to explain to my wife. Today Carl was in a talkative mood.

Carl asked, “How is your back, is the pain gone?”

I said, “Yea, it is gone and your hands are like magic.”

Carl said, “I give five to eight messages a week to clients of the County Club. I pack up my things and go to their houses. They tip very well and I sometimes receive a special benefit.”

I question, “A special benefit?”

Carl answered, “Yes, for the guys, I would end the massage will an oiling of their cocks and a few strokes of my hand; they climax, and the result of the massage is doubled.”

I knew what Carl was offering, and I responded, “Carl’s thanks for the offer, but I am not into gay things.”

Carl said, “It is not a gay thing. I am not gay. The men I touch are all straight married men like me. I touched your body all over. Did you feel it was gay?”

I agreed, “No Carl; I never felt that your massage was a gay thing. The titty massage does arouse me, but I guess it is natural. It would not matter if a guy was rubbing my tits or if a woman was rubbing them.”

Carl continued, “I would like for you to trust me; I have done this with guys before, and it is really relaxing for them.”

At this point, in the massage, I was relaxed; my cock was hard, and I knew I was going home and jack of later tonight. I have never had a gay thought about another man but rationalized eskişehir escort that Carl would be providing a complete massage. He has done this before with other men, why should I say no.

I told Carl, “Ok, you can oil me up but promise that you are not gay.”

Carl responds, “I am not gay; I am as straight as you are. Now let me change to some real porn that you might like.” Carl starts the DVD play showing a hard-core movie with two men and one woman. Carl continues, “I have something that will heighten your climax; you breathe it in through your nose. A couple of breaths hold it in and when you cum it would be unlike any that you have had before.” “You owe it to yourself to experience an extreme orgasm.”

With three beers, with being all most naked on the table, with being aroused by the nipple play, I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. The offered to be jacked off and to have an extreme orgasm, all I could say was. “Ok Carl I trust you, what do I do now?

Carl told me to lie on my back. He showed me a small bottle open the cap and asked me to sniff. I did, and there was no real smell, but there was a buzz in my nose. Carl told me to sniff again, but this time to hold on a nostril closed and to put the bottle to my nose, exhale completely and then breathe in. As I inhaled I was hit with a wave light headiness, felt like I was floating. In twenty seconds, I was back to normal.

Carl removed the towel exposing my cock. My cock was small only about four inches. It was cut with a large gland. I found that when having sex in the missionary position, I would keep coming out of her pussy. My wife and I had to find another position. The best was with her on top sitting on my cock, but I guess that was too much work for her, and we only done that a few times over the five years of marriage. My wife was a catholic went to high school just for girls. She has a prudish thinking about sex. No anal sex, only oral sex to get her wet or me hard but cannot climax, no extreme positions, missionary or spoon and with my cock size nether was pleasurable with me. I told call of this; I just rather spilled my guts about my sexual frustration at home.

The first touch of Carl’s hand on my cock was like a bolt of electricity. Besides my wife, no one ever touched my cock before. The touch of another person on your genitals was a most pleasurable experience.

I let out a sigh, “Oh God that feels good.”

Carl responds, “Yea; I agree, feels good in my hand. You are smaller than most men but have a larger glad. It was this spot here that can really turn you one.” He touched around the glad head then on the underside of my gland head. I can feel myself getting ready. Carl had placed a pillow under my head so I could watch. I really did not want to watch, just feel a strange hand on my hard cock. However, for some strange reason I wanted to watch.

I told Carl, “Your hands, oh, I am getting ready to shoot.”

Carl said, “Ok get the bottle to your nose, when you fill yourself cuming, and take a long deep sniff.” By the time Carl had finished, I was cuming; I took a deep sniff from the bottle. I started to float; my mind went blank; my climaxing continue to build but at a much higher pleasure. Carl jacked my cock with one hand and rubbed my gland with the other. I came like a porn star. My cum was shooting out of my pee hole, shooting on my chest, three, four five times. I was still high, floating; my whole-body respond to the release of my cum. I lay there exhausted. Carl stopped holding my cock; it was retreating to it normal small size of less than two inches. I lay there cum on my chest; coming down from a wonderful high. I do not move for several minutes. I stood up because I had to go pee. I walked out of the room naked down the hall to the bathroom. I relieved myself; cleaned off the cum on my chest. Returning to the room, I retrieved my clothes, dressed and went to the living room where Carl had another beer waiting for me. We sat on the couch not saying a word.

After a few minutes, I said, “Wow Carl that was amazing I had no idea that I could have cum so hard. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced before sexually. Your hand on my cock was exciting, and then you added the oil and stared to stroke me, I was sorry I came so fast.” “But what was that I sniffed?”

Carl responded, “Poppers; Poppers are butyl or amyl nitrate. Nitrates improve blood flow through blocked arteries. Amyl and butyl nitrites increase your heart rate, dilate your arteries and cause your blood pressure to drop. This produces a “rush” as your heart struggles to keep the blood flowing to your brain. This can be enjoyable, albeit brief because you experience a warm flash and intense sexual desire. The effects usually last about 30 seconds to 1 minute, but no more than 2 minutes.”

I ask, “Is it dangerous?”

Carl responded, “It can be, but if you are in good health, you should not have a problem. sakarya escort I use them when I jack off.” Carl continues, “I do meet a lot of men to give them a massage. Most of them want me to jack them off, and I do because the tip is larger. It is no big deal to me, just another muscle to massage. When someone cums in my hands, I get horny, I do not know why. I am not gay. However, there is some sexual arousal for me.”

I ask, “You felt sexual arousal when you jacked me?”

Carl responded, “Yes and no. I cannot explain it; you just have to experience it.”

I did not understand what Carl was saying; usually he was very clear when he spoke. I questioned, “What do you mean I have to experience it? I did, you touching my cock and making me cum.”

Carl answered, “No; I mean you need to jack another man off to understand what it is like. I jack guys off every day, but it is not sexual? It is the just physical response; another body functions like sneezing, and an involuntary reflex to a stimulus. However, until you have a guy cum in your hands, you will not know.”

Carl said, “It is ok for you to touch me; it is not a gay thing it is only something physical. It would make me feel so good to feel your hand on my cock, better than my own hand.” He takes his hand off his shaft. His cock was standing straight up, moving with each heartbeat. I moved closer to Carl. Carl said, “Just touch it like it was your own little cock except you get to play with something bigger.” I did just that, I reached out with my hand encircling his shaft in my hand. I could not believe all the sensations I felt, the warmth of his cock, the pulsation of his cock, the smoothness of the skin and the reaction to my touch. It was electrifying; I was receiving sexual gratification for holding his cock in my hand.

Carl started to give me directions, “Yes, that feels good, now with your other hand cup my balls.” “Yes, you can slide your hand up and down.” “Rub around the gland, like I did you. You have soft hands.”

Carl was sniffing on the popper every thirty seconds. I am holding Carl’s cock with both of my hands one on top of the other and still there are two to three inches sticking above my hand. With both hands, I slide up to and over his gland causing his skin moving up and down as I jack. He tells me, “Faster.” I start moving faster; Carl takes another sniff. “I am going to cum, do not stop.” I have Carl’s large cock in my hands. It was aimed straight up. Carl’s ejaculation shoot up about ten inches then fell down on my hand, so did the second and third squirt. I did feel Carl’s cock hard and jerk with each squirt. It was unlike when I cum. Guess the bigger they are the more they climax. It was fun to hold a larger cock and to experience Carl’s climax up close. I move my hand to Carl’s gland now covered in warm cum, moving my hand to feel it slide freely with Carl’s own lubrication. I held his cock until he was not hard anymore. Carl grabs a towel, cleans the cum from his cock then give me the towel.

Cleaning cum of another man on my hands, I ponder the past few minutes. I touched another man’s cock. My hands jacked his cock, to the point of climax. I felt something when I was doing this. I felt in control that I had power over him. I did; I could control another man be simply jacking his cock. I could make him cum fast or slow, but either way I was going to make him cum. Jacking a cock was the real power and something to enjoy.

Carl returns wearing short shorts; it grabs two more beer and returns to the couch. We are sitting there on the couch watching the TV drinking beer as if jacking each other off was something normal two people do every day. Carl asks me, “Do you do oral sex with your wife?”

I responded, “Sometimes when she is in the mood.”

Carl continues, “A how often is she in the mood?”

I answered, “Not often, about once every couple of weeks.”

Carl asks, “What do you like about oral sex? It kind of nasty. I do not like to do oral sex too much taste and fluids for me to be happy.”

I answered, “Well; I do like the taste of a pussy, and each woman has her own taste and smell. Yes, it does getting used to it but it like drinking coffee. Once you get past the smell and the taste you can enjoy what you are doing. I really do not know where to lick and suck; it is a new experience to me. I just keep licking and sucking until she moans and cums. I guess that is what turns me on with oral sex.”

Carl says, “I can understand what you are saying, it is the reaction to oral sex that turns you on. But what I like is to receive oral, nothing better than a good blow job. Do you get that at home?”

I could not believe that I was freely talking about sex with my wife to someone whom I met three days ago. No matter, it felt good to get some things off my chest. Carl seemed sympathetic to my comments, and I could not disagree with his comments. I responded, “My wife does not give BJ; she sucks me a little, so I am hard then we have sex. I do not know, maybe because I am small that she does not want to suck me. Maybe you have to have a large cock to get sucked.” I looked at Carl; I remembered his huge and hard cock in my hands a few minutes ago. I looked at Carl and said, “How about you, do you get a lot of women sucking your cock?

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Eric’s Dreams Pt. 04

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In the months following the Halloween party, Eric got a tremendous twitch in his dick and his ass simultaneously, whenever he thought about the gang bang. He never imagined such intense sexual pleasure could exist. That night, Genevieve had experienced multiple anal orgasms, as man after man rode her hard, and shot hot cum deep into her ass. And the waves of pleasure made Genevieve shoot too. She came six or seven times, without ever touching her pretty little cock.

So that night, Eric went to bed thinking about the gangbang. He lay in bed with only the sheet on top of him. He pulled it tight, and in the dim light he looked down at his nipples, just soft little bumps under the fabric. He loved that image. He ran his palms over his soft nipples, and felt his passion start to build as they became harder. Within seconds they were rock hard, standing out nearly an inch from his chubby tits. He pulled the sheet tight again, and now his nipples pushed the fabric into two big buttons, just like a girl caught in a chill. The sight made him even more excited, and he began rub them harder, and moan with pleasure.

He imagined the cocks. Oh, so many cocks. At the time, he thought he had been penetrated by just one stallion of a man, but later he learned that gay men were lined up, eager to fuck Genevieve’s hot ass. And fuck her they did. Twenty men. “Ohhhh,” Eric thought. “I want it again….”

He reached down, and through the fabric, he took each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulled them up and squeezed hard, sending shockwaves of sexual excitement through his entire body. His little cock started to grow hard immediately.

Eric reached down on each side of his chest and lifted his breasts up with his palms. He had chubby little a-cup breasts, which were all natural, and very sensitive. He lifted the breasts up and inward until they touched. He recalled the cleavage he achieved for the party, where the gangbang happened. It was so hot, even gay men wanted to fuck Genevieve.

And then, with his pretty tits pushed up by his palms, Eric lowered the middle finger of each hand onto his nipples. He ran little circles around his nipples as they grew even harder. Waves of femininity rolled through Eric, and the deliciously hot sensations in his nipples spread throughout the rest of his body.

As his fantasies intensified, the sweet, gentle sexuality of Genevieve took over. Slowly, his entire personna began to change. His lips became a woman’s lips, his breasts became a woman’s breasts, his hips became a woman’s hips, his ass became a woman’s pussy and his little cock became a woman’s clit.

“Hello Genevieve,” she purred, as the pleasure swept through her body. Eric had left the room, and Genevieve had replaced him.

Her right hand then started to travel down her body….as her left continued to caress her hard nipples through the sheet. The feeling of the sheer fabric against them was delicious, and her cock grew even harder. She placed her palm against her hard little dick and rubbed deep, massaging it between her hand and her hard belly.

“A pretty girl,” Genevieve whispered. “A pretty, beautiful girl. So beautiful. And a girl doesn’t have balls. No, she doesn’t, silly.” Genevieve then reached down between her shaved legs, and popped each of her little balls inside its cavity within her body. She held her palm against the empty ball sack, and as she carresed it, she imagined it to be the labia of a beautiful girl, with no balls at all….just a clit, and a sweet pussy which would always be hungry for cock.

That thought – a big cock fucking her hard – made Genevieve shudder with pleasure. A long, thick cock, pushing against her ass, making her lips scream with exquisite pain, then pushing past the tight opening and plunging deep inside her willing body. She knew the pain would not last long, and all that would remain would be the sublime pleasure of squeezing her ass down on a hard cock as it filled her up, and pushed in and pulled out, again and again. Feeling the big head leading the charge, followed by that delicious hard shaft. And the idea of feeling a big, powerful load of hot cum shooting inside her ass made Genevieve positively swoon with passion.

She flipped off the sheet, and spread her legs wide open. Her hand traveled down to her pink little hole. It felt slippery, and her index finger slid right in. Genevieve jumped with pleasure. Her finger circled as it traveled deeper, massaging the walls of her ass, and flicking her prostate ever so sweetly. The pleasure was overwhelming, as she slipped a second finger inside. The electric shocks of intense sexual energy from her hard nipples, joined by a sweet, loving self-finger fuck, had her cock throbbing for release. But she would not cum right away; she would tease herself first, remembering how it all began.

Eric had always been intensely attracted to women’s bodies. The site of a busty girl with a small waist and a beautiful ass in a tight top and tight jeans, left him hard antalya escort and horny. As soon as one came into sight on the street, in a store, on the beach or on a train, he would stare without reservation. And he did everything he could to drink in the sight of the breasts, and the ass, and the waist and the long tumbling hair of every pretty girl he saw.

Seeing a beautiful, busty girl had driven Eric wild his entire life. Especially if he saw hard nipples poking through her top. And if she revealed cleavage, even better. Plus, any hint of underwear – a bra strap, the top of a thong – intensified his passion. He was mesmerized and desperately passionate every time he saw a hot woman. And quite often he would rush home to jack off, while her image was still fresh in his memory. He would cum hard, after spotting a true beauty.

But his passion was not about wanting to fuck her. No that wasn’t it at all. It was something completely different. The sight of a beautiful woman with a heaving bust, pokie nipples, a tiny, spider-like waist, a gorgeous, toned ass, long legs and flowing hair made Eric….

….want to become that woman.

And every woman he saw, every woman he wanted to become, made him insatiably hungry for cock. Whenever he saw a beautiful girl, he would fantasize about what it would be like to have breasts like hers. To glance down, and see big breasts, with long, hard nipples showing through her top. To walk down the street and feel them bounce. To have an ass like hers, its cheeks rising and falling as she walked. To have a tiny waist like hers, perhaps with a heavily-jeweled belly-button piercing. And to have long, flowing, colorful hair like hers, wild and free.

Eric imagined becoming every pretty woman he saw. And within moments his thoughts would travel to the idea of looking that sexy, and that hot, and coming home to give the entire bounty of that perfect body to a willing man, who would fuck her hard, well into the night.

And the fact is, he experienced the same sensations with porn. Eric looked at plenty of porn, and while much of it involved gay men being passionately fucked in the ass, he was also thrilled by looking at female porn as well. Seeing a female pornstar with perfect breasts and a perfect ass made Eric want to become her. And if she went beyond the strip tease, and into the arms of a hungry man with a big cock, that was explosive. Seeing her get on her knees and suck that big dick made Eric want to do the same thing, as Genevieve.

In fact he fondly recalled that back when he had just moved into the apartment, one night he looked at a straight porn magazine, and saw a thin, leggy brunette suck an impossibly large cock. That night, Eric became so excited by those visuals, he headed out to find some cock for himself. He would never forget that incredibly hot fuck that he received from the man in the Camaro. He could thank porn for that.

Oh, to have live-in cock. To be fucked night and day by a loving man with a long, thick dick. Genevieve slipped a third finger inside her ass, as she continued to massage her hard nipples. She closed her eyes and imagined being a beautiful, bosomy woman, being ravaged by her man. A man who would kiss her hard and tear off her clothes just to get to the body underneath. A man who would suck her hard nipples, filling her body with passion. A man who would put his cock right in her face knowing that she would happily suck it as long as he wanted. A man who would flip her over on her knees and push his dick inside her wet pussy, pound her hard and strong, and fuck her for hours while she moaned with pleasure, and came again and again and again. That was the stuff dreams were made of.

And those were the thoughts that filled Genevieve’s entire being, every time she or Eric saw a beautiful woman on the street. They were the same thoughts that were bringing her closer and closer to cumming that night, as she continued to tweak her nipples and finger-fuck her hungry ass.

Genevieve paused…and pulled her slippery fingers out. She wanted it deeper and thicker than her fingers could provide. So she opened the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled out a tube of ass lube, and a big, fat dildo. Genevieve squirted the lube onto her fingertips, and pushed her fingers back inside her stretched ass pussy. She generously coated her hole and the lips around it. Then she put more lube on the dildo, and slowly pushed it into her hungry ass. It stretched her out just right, and hurt as it went in. She liked that. So she pushed it to the hilt, feeling the big head of the dildo press hard against her deepest ass wall.

She closed his legs, trapping the dildo in her ass, and trapping her balls inside her body. She then flipped on the switch, and the dildo started vibrating. Genevieve’s body arched up in pleasure, as the vibrating cock sent her into a trance-like state.

For so many years, Eric could only dream about being a woman, antalya escort bayan about being fucked by her man. Living at home was a barrier to those dreams. But that all changed when he got his own apartment in the city. He had just graduated from college, and landed a job as a booking agent for music venues all across the city. He matched artists and venues, and got a nice piece of the gate.

And as soon as he moved into his new place, he knew it was time to be the woman he always wanted to be. To do his hair and makeup, and wear those lovely bras and panties underneath the pretty clothes. He was breathless with excitement, because something inside him kept saying – “…this is the right thing to do.”

He resolved to stop cutting his hair, so it would grow really long. His job as a concert booker would provide the perfect cover for that. A guy working in the music industry could have hair as long as he wanted. He remembered how sexy he felt as his hair grew; extending past his ears and neck, then brushing against his shoulders, and finally, reaching down towards the middle of his back. His hair was so soft and pretty, and the mere thought of it being done up in a pretty ponytail or updo made him almost cum.

He also resolved to shave his entire body, and keep it that way. So when he moved into his own place, Eric shaved his pubic area and his stomach…and only touched up his chest since there wasn’t much hair there anyway. But then he took it further. Eric shaved his legs, and his ass, and reaching around as far as he could he even shaved his back. Then in the shower, lathered up with soap Eric shaved his underarms also. He was just about done when he looked at his arms.

He thought, “You see arm hair on plenty of girls. So maybe I should leave that part alone.” But no. Eric shaved his arms as well. And ever since he moved into his own place he shaved again every single day. It was an enormous turn on glancing down at his naked body, and seeing a beautiful, smooth, hairless woman’s body, where a man’s body used to be.

The same body all those men fucked at the party. Genevieve tried to imagine what they saw. A beautiful woman, shaved and smooth, with beautiful hair. A woman on her knees, on the edge of the bed, ass up, panties pulled low, a little cock and a little pair of balls hanging down. A woman ready to be fucked hard. As she thought about that, about what each man saw as he pressed his hard cock into Genevieve’s body, she felt the orgasm coming…but she resisted.

Her mind shifted to one of her hottest fantasies, in which Genevieve was living with a man who loved her. A man who wanted her. A man who thought she was beautiful.

Genevieve, with a pretty ponytail, tied up on top of her head. Genevieve, her eyes smokey black and her lips ruby red, looking beautiful and wild, as her lover fucked her hard. The ponytail bouncing and swaying with every savage thrust of his cock. Her perfect ass meeting every push. Her small breasts bouncing every time his cock slammed her. Her nipples hard as rocks, and super-sensitive. Genevieve moaning with deep sexual bliss, as the man fucked her for hours. Watching the bedside clock as she was fucked, showing midnight, then 1AM, 2AM, 3AM….and beyond. Fucked hard on her knees. Taking it deep on her back. Straddling his cock, facing him, straddling his cock facing away. One leg up over his strong shoulder. Spread-eagled on her stomach, his cock penetrating her hungry ass, deep and hard and fast. And then the perfect moment, when the hot stud cried out in passion and shot his hot load into her body. Genevieve, feeling the cum hit hard and deep within her ass, again and again and again.

The dildo was filling her body with sweet vibrations. Genevieve brought up her heel, and pushed the dildo deeper into her ass, swooning from the intense pleasure. She squeezed her ass lips around the humming dildo, and began feel the vibrations spread throughout her entire body. The vibrations seems to get louder, and more intense. And the epicenter became more focused, while the shock waves traveled farther. Genevieve’s ass then slowly, and surely exploded…her body consumed by an earthquake of passion, centered around the inside of her ass. It was a powerful, mind-blowing and satisfying anal orgasm. She held her breath as the anal orgasm exploded within her, fantasizing about her ass being filled to the brim with her lover’s cum.

As the aftershocks of the anal orgasm subsided, Genevieve thought about that moment after sex with a man. Her ass perfect and toned, filled with warm cum. That sublime moment, when she was truly a woman, having taken his cock inside her, and having let him fuck her for hours until he shot his hot, heavy load into her ass. All that, plus her sweet, pretty face made up like a movie star, her nipples hard and long, her body completely smooth and shaved. And her lover’s cock, shrinking but still wet with cum. Oh, yes, his shrinking cock still escort antalya wet with big white chunks of cum…..still wet with big white chunks of cum… Genevieve imagined reaching out and taking that shrinking cock in her hands, squeezing it, and letting the white chunky cum ooze out between her fingers. Squeezing his soft cock, as white, chunky cum oozed out between her fingers…squeezing his soft cock….

That did it.

The blast of cum hit Genevieve’s face. Her pulsing cock was shooting wildly again and again. The next shot landed on her nipples and her neck. She came on her belly and all over her hand, her hard little cock jerking and throbbing and shooting cum everywhere. And then, thinking of the lover’s shrinking cock, covered with cum, oozing between her fingers, Genevieve came yet again. This time it all shot onto her belly, filling her navel and soaking her tummy, dripping down her sides onto the sheets, as she lay, dazed….rubbing the cum into her nipples, then placing her fingers in her mouth, and licking them clean.

She switched off the dildo and slowly pulled it out of her warm, fucked pussy. Sad to have an empty ass, Genevieve scooped up the biggest puddle of cum on her belly and slid it into her pink hole…pushing the cum as deep as she could with her fingers. She repeated the move until her belly was clean, and her ass was warm with her own sweet cum. There now, she thought. Just as it should be.

The whole episode had left her hornier than ever. “How can I be that horny if I just came,” she asked, but that night she knew jacking off wouldn’t cut it. She knew that she would have to go out, and get fucked hard by a hung stud. She smiled as she thought, “Well, at least my ass is stretched out!” She laughed, hopped out of bed and jumped into the shower.

She didn’t have time to do a complete makeup job, as she had done the night of the Halloween party. That took hours. Instead she would dress very simply and naturally. It would take much less time, but she knew from experience that she would be no less beautiful, and no less attractive to every man who saw her.

She sat down in front of the vanity, looked into her eyes, and studied the face before her. As she stared, she felt her heart beat faster. Her eyes were on fire, more beautiful, with a depth and grace that only a woman can exhibit.

“Oh, Genevieve,” she said, “you are so fucking hot.”

She applied very light foundation to her face. Then she combed her eyebrows, and darkened them with a brown eyebrow pencil. A little eyeliner with cats eye tips came next, followed by thick mascara. She then lightly applied blue eyeshadow. And then, after a quick dusting of blush, it was time to do her lips. That was one area that she never rushed. She drew a thick outline around her lips with a burgundy-colored lip pencil, and then filled it in with deep cranberry-colored lipstick. She went over the ruby red lips with clear lip gloss, to make them look shiny-wet. Then she used a pornstar trick: she dabbed a light touch of white lipstick on the tip of her upper and lower lips…to make it look as though they were reflecting light. Super sexy.

Genevieve popped each of her balls back up into her body, tucked her cock back, and taped it up. Then she pulled on a navy blue thong, and a pair of tight white jeans, which showed off her perfect ass better than any other pants she had. She then decided to wear a push-up shelf bra, so that her nipples would show. And for that, she needed a thin, stretchy top. She chose a red crop top she had bought in the thrift store a few blocks. It was perfect. Tight, and sexy. Her nipples poked through perfectly. And the crop top ended just above her belly button.

The outfit sent a clear signal – this girl wants cock. And hopefully, she would find a hot, hung stud who wanted to fuck her.

Genevieve wanted to add a few extra touches to seal the deal. So she went to her jewelry box and took out two small, gold hoop earrings. She remembered happily the day she had her ears pierced. Two holes in each ear; it was so hot. And it made her feel so feminine. Smiling, she put on the two small hoops, then put on two more.

Within minutes she was down the stairs and in the dark streets. Walking through the night, Genevieve felt alive and excited. She wanted to win tonight. Meet a man, connect with him and have red hot gay sex. Her ass still tingled and twitched from the intense finger fucking and dildo session….she wanted real cock now.

As she walked down the street, Genevieve realized that she had wonderful, sexual memories on just about every single block. Up ahead was the bar where she picked up the straight jock who fucked her in his car.

Around the corner was the stretch of road where Eric put out his thumb and ended up in the passenger seat of the Camaro, whose driver gave him one of the hardest and best fucks of his life.

And just at the top of the city skyline she saw the rooftops of a set of townhouses, where that incredible gangbang happened.

She smiled as he walked through the city thinking about all those incredibly hot rendezvous. But then she came across a storefront and stopped. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked through the window, realizing that even though she had never had sex inside this particular place, it had meant worlds to her.

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Breakthrough Pt. 02

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This is a work of fiction. It’s a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It’s best to start with part 1.

***

After feigning sleep and eavesdropping on my parents it was time to experience being nude properly. I yawned loudly and stretched before opening my eyes.

“Hello sleepy head!” said my mother smiling at me.

I looked at her naked body and still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked.

“About an hour or so” said dad.

My mother asked “How are you feeling, was the drink too strong for you?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, I just nodded off.”

“Probably a combination of jet lag and alcohol!” laughed dad.

“Do you feel up to exploring the resort?”

I hesitated and mum could tell I wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea of being naked amongst others, she quickly added “Or, we could order some room service and just stay up here for a bit.”

“That sounds good and now that you mention food I’m I feeling really hungry.”

Mum smiled and jumped off her sun lounger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body and she smiled as she noticed me watching her every move. She walked into the room with her hips swaying provocatively and my penis quickly hardened. I looked at dad and saw him watching me. He smiled and said quietly “Your mother’s a beautiful woman, don’t be ashamed to show your appreciation!”

I blushed and turned back as I heard mum returning. She walked towards me and handed me a room service menu, she smiled at my erection and said “you seem to be hungry for more than food!”

I was embarrassed but laughed at her joke along with dad. Reading the menu made me even hungrier and I quickly chose a hamburger and chips, with my parents going for a seafood platter. Dad went inside and phoned in our order. My erection remained and I caught mum staring at it a few times before she said “Jack, don’t you want to go and take care of that? Isn’t it getting uncomfortable for you?”

I blushed and asked “Um, you mean masturbate?”

Mum smiled “Yes, or if you want I could help you.”

My mind was racing as the implication of her words sank in. I was about to reply when dad returned “It’ll be about 30 minutes.”

He noticed the tension between the two of us and said “Did I interrupt something?”

“I was just telling Paul he should get some release.”

“Your mother’s right, it’s not good to stay hard for so long.”

I was blushing furiously and stood up muttering “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Jack, wait, don’t be embarrassed it’s perfectly normal and my offer still stands.”

I was tempted to accept but everything was happening too quickly, I shook my head “Thanks, maybe next time.”

I closed the bathroom door and stepped over to the toilet, raising the seat. I put some lotion in my hand and went to work. It felt strange touching myself with my parents just outside, knowing exactly what was going on, but I soon forgot about them and closed my eyes enjoying the sensations. Images of my mother’s naked body flew through my mind and I imagined what it would feel like to have her touching me, would she use her hand or maybe even her mouth? My cock swelled and I moaned as my orgasm hit and I splattered a huge amount of ejaculate into the toilet bowl. I wiped down the errant drops that had hit the lid and seat and then flushed the evidence away. I washed my hands and used a towel to give myself a quick wipe between the legs before returning to the balcony.

I felt embarrassed as I joined my parents but, apart from a quick glance at my now flaccid penis, there was no other reaction. I soon relaxed and began to enjoy myself. We talked about the resort facilities and they told me about what they’d seen so far. Amazingly, I totally forgot the fact that we were all sitting outside naked. A chime sounded and dad said “That must be our food!

He stood up and went inside, returning a few minutes later followed by a slim but curvy young woman pushing a trolley. I panicked for a moment as I realised she would see me naked and made to cover myself. Mum anticipated my reaction and put her hand on my knee, shaking her head and whispering “It’s OK Jack, don’t cover yourself.”

I forced myself to stay as I was and tried to relax. The girl introduced herself as Janet and smiled at us as she pushed a trolley between the sun loungers and then began to convert it into a table. I took the opportunity to study her more closely and realised she was very attractive. Her uniform consisted of a white, buttoned blouse and a rather short black skirt. Her ebony skin was smooth and glistened in the sunlight. As she bent over to retrieve a tray from within the trolley I caught a glimpse of the top of her untethered breasts. They were about the size of a small grapefruit and looked very appealing. If one more button of her shirt was undone I was sure I would have been able to see her nipples.

To my horror I felt the unstoppable onset of another erection as my penis rapidly izmir escort inflated. I knew that lying on the lounger would make it unmissable so I quickly sat up, hoping it would not be noticed as it lengthened between my legs. Janet was still busy and thankfully didn’t seem to be aware of my predicament. I observed as she crouched down to retrieve the lowest tray and was treated to a view up her short skirt. Her smooth, slim legs were parted slightly and I could make out the white lacy fabric of her knickers. My cock throbbed and I felt some pre-cum ooze from its tip.

As she stood holding the tray I saw her look at my crotch and smile slightly. I was sure she could see my boner and, although embarrassed, I was also excited by the fact that she was the second woman to see me this way. She continued working but I caught her glancing between my legs a few times and could also detect two obvious bumps in her shirt that I was sure hadn’t been visible earlier. When she was done, she smiled and wished us an enjoyable meal before taking her leave. My eyes followed her as she walked away and I found the view of her curvy bottom encased in in the tight skirt enchanting.

My dirty thoughts of what she would look like naked were interrupted by mum saying “Um, that looks tasty!”

I spun around to find her looking at the plate of food and not Janet’s bottom, despite this I was pretty sure her double entendre had been no accident. This was confirmed when she caught my eye and winked “Janet’s a very pretty girl.”

I blushed and nodded without replying. Dad joined us and we started eating. My burger was delicious and I wolfed it down in record time and then lay back to enjoy my drink. I’d totally forgotten about my erection until dad laughed and said “Wow, I must try the burger next time!”

I laughed and felt so comfortable with my exposure that I made my cock bob about by clenching my pelvic muscles. Mum almost chocked on her food as she laughed while eating and dad quickly handed her a glass of water. She drank rapidly and some of it dripped down her chin and onto her chest. I watched as the drops of water trickled down over the slight bump of her breast and then onto her nipple, tantalisingly hanging there for a moment before falling to her lap.

Dad had been watching the same thing and I held my breath as he leaned over and licked mum’s nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Mum moaned and turned towards him, placing her hand on his head then breathlessly saying “Oh Philip!”

My penis throbbed and released some pre-cum as my parents got more and more intimate in my presence. After a few more sucks, dad pulled back drawing the breast out before he slowly let the engorged nub slip from between his lips. As her breast sprang back I was stunned to see her nipple was now bright red and almost twice the size of the other one. My mouth watered at the sight and I licked my lips wondering if I’d get the opportunity to do the same.

Mum’s face and chest were flushed as she playfully punched dad’s arm “You’re terrible Philip! Now I’m all hot and bothered like Jack!”

We all laughed again and I stretched, enjoying the feeling of absolute freedom. I never could have imagined I’d be so comfortable being naked around my parents and I already knew for a fact that this was a life changing holiday that could only get better. Mum and dad continued eating but they were definitely both acting frisky. There was a lot of touching, feeding each other and kissing and I was pretty sure both of them were getting very aroused. I enjoyed watching them and had to resist the urge to touch myself.

My suspicions were confirmed when they both stood. Dad had a raging boner and both mum’s nipples were erect and her smooth pussy lips looked engorged and moist. “You’ve got to excuse us Jack” said dad, taking mum’s hand and pulling her towards the room. Mum giggled and said “You can watch if you like!”

I was in shock at her suggestion but quickly stood and followed them. Mum was already lying on her back with dad’s face between her legs. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and sat on the edge of my bed staring at them. Mum smiled at me but then closed and eyes and groaned in ecstasy. This was too much for me and I reached for my penis taking some of the liquid dripping from its tip and spreading it over my shaft.

Mum was now moaning continuously and wrapped her legs around dad’s back. She took hold of her nipples and pinched and pulled on them as her body shook. I started stroking in earnest and watched as she got closer and closer to her first peak, letting my cock go as it hit her. She screamed loudly and flopped about on the bed before collapsing and panting. Her legs unclasped and fell to the bed as she still shuddered with some aftershocks. Dad lifted his fluid soaked face from her crotch and sat back with his hard cock protruding before him.

Without acknowledging my presence, he took hold of mum’s spread legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he shuffled forwards. I looked closely as the tip of his escort izmir penis made first contact with mum’s pussy. This was it, I was about to witness real sex! Some people may be put off at the thought of seeing their parents make love but not me. It was such a privilege to be allowed to observe the two people in the world that meant the most to me, sharing their love for each other.

Mum’s hand slid forwards and took hold of dad’s cock. She dipped it into her pink opening a few times, collecting some of her fluids, and then rubbed it over the small bump that I recognized as her clitoris. She moaned as she moved it back and forth making the small protrusion appear and disappear. It soon became too much for both of them and dad grunted as he pulled back slightly. Mum responded by moving his cock back to her leaking entrance and releasing it when it was snugly embedded.

I felt mum’s eyes on me as dad pushed forwards but I couldn’t look away from the sight of his thick shaft slowly disappearing within her. My hand resumed pleasuring my own penis as I imagined what it would feel like to penetrate a woman in this way. When dad was all the way in he paused and glanced at me smiling as he saw me stroking myself.

He turned back to mum and pulled out before thrusting in again. I could hear the slap of skin on skin and wet squishing sounds as he repeated this action over and over. Mum started making a kind of growling, purring sound that I’d never heard before. I was extremely erotic and my hand froze, squeezing my shaft tightly as I tried to avoid coming. The volume of the sounds increased as dad raised the tempo of his thrusts. My own crisis averted, I joined in and matched his rhythm as I pumped my own cock. I could tell from their actions that it wouldn’t be long and was proved correct as dad literally began bouncing up and down on mum in an uncontrolled frenzy.

Mum screamed loudly as her second orgasm hit and it was followed by the loud grunting of dad as he froze. His hips twitched as he unleashed his load deep within her. I felt my own orgasm approaching rapidly and jumped to my feet, releasing my cock just as it began to erupt. Considering I’d only come a short while earlier I was surprised by the volume and ferocity of my ejaculation. My cock bobbed up and down as it fired each volley of sperm across the floor between our beds with some even hitting my parents.

My penis remained hard as the last drops oozed out. This had been the greatest orgasm of my life and I stared in wonder as my dad pulled himself off mum. His flagging penis emerged bit by bit, coated in thick white juices and by the time his tip plopped out it was covered by his foreskin and followed by a river of semen. Mum’s pussy remained dilated and looked beautiful, I wanted nothing more than to plunge my face or penis into it but dad beat me to it. I watched with envy as his tongue stretched out, licking from the bottom to the top. Mum gasped and her eyes flew open when she felt his touch.

She started at dad and then looked at me with glassy eyes before they focused on my still erect penis. With a lazy smile on her face, she reached out towards me. I was too far away so I moved closer and once in range her hand grasped my sensitive cock. “Oh…” I gasped as I felt the first touch other than my own. It felt so different and so much better! When she collected some of the still dripping semen and massaged it over the tip I groaned loudly, causing dad to look up.

For a moment I thought he’d be angry seeing his wife touching his son in this way but he smiled and went back to work on mum with renewed vigour, keeping one eye on action. He must have done something right as mum squeezed my cock tightly and moaned “Oh, yes, Philip! Right there!”

She closed her eyes and her body shook in ecstasy. She looked so beautiful and I knew I would never tire of seeing her orgasm, I just wished I could be able to give her such pleasure someday. Her hand released me and she looked totally sated as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. Dad disengaged and looked at me with a grin on his wet face as he licked his lips. He crawled up next to mum and gave her a peck on the cheek before lying down beside her.

I stood looking at my parents as they lay before me and couldn’t get over the love and attraction I felt for them. It was such a privilege to have shared this moment and hoped I could be part of their love making again in the future. Mum smiled at me and shuffled closer to dad, patting the space on the bed next to her “Come and lie down Jack.”

I smiled and did as she asked. Once I was stretched out next to her she rolled onto her side and I felt a nipple touch my arm. She stroked my hair and said “Are you OK?”

I nodded “It was amazing!”

Both of them laughed and dad asked “Have you ever seen anyone make love before?”

“Only on the internet, this is totally different.”

“Better I hope!” said mum.

“Much better, I can’t believe it!”

Mum gave me a kiss on my cheek and draped one leg over mine, her thigh izmir escort bayan bumped against my erection and I could feel her wet pussy on my leg as she said “You’re still so hard, didn’t you come?”

“I did but it was so exciting watching you I didn’t go soft!”

“Can I help you?”

I swallowed and nodded in agreement.

Her hand moved from my head to my cock and she took hold of it and began to gently stroke up and down. “It feels different to yours Philip, the skin is somehow tighter.”

Dad’s head popped up over her shoulder observing her action with interest. He moved a hand onto her hip and slid closer.

I gasped as mum’s fingers moved over my sensitive and rather dry glans. Mum looked at me and said “Sorry, I think you need some lubrication!”

I was expecting her to stop but to my delight she leaned forwards and took the tip of my penis into her mouth. “Ahhhh” I groaned as her tongue lathed across my glans coating it with saliva. When she was done she lay down beside me again and resumed stroking my now slippery penis. Her technique was different to my own but I could tell she knew what she was doing. It wasn’t long before I was panting and thrusting up with my hips. Mum’s timing was impeccable and she squeezed my shaft tightly just as I climaxed. I could feel my penis throb as my third load of the day was shot through the compressed tubes high into the air.

I’d never ejaculated with such force before and it even seemed to impress my parents as both of them said “Wow!” simultaneously. The white fluid shot almost a metre into the air, hung there for a second and then relented to gravity and rained down over my belly, crotch and legs. The next shot was equally impressive with the third only oozing over mum’s hand. She relaxed her grip and my organ slowly tipped over as it began to soften. I watched as mum moved her hand to her mouth and carefully licked every drop of my semen from it. “Ummm, it tastes just like yours Philip, just a bit sweeter.”

I was even more surprised when her hand returned and her fingers scooped some more off my belly and then offered it to dad. He didn’t hesitate and sucked her fingers before saying “You’re right, it tastes really good.”

“How about we shower together and then go for a look around?” said Mum.

Dad and I were in agreement and we got off the bed together. Mum took my hand and then dads and pulled us into the bathroom. The large shower had plenty of space for all three of us. Mum started off washing me and it felt great having her rub shower gel all over me taking special care to wash my penis and even between my ass cheeks. When she was done I helped dad soap her up. He did her back and I took care of her front. It was the first opportunity I had to actually touch her properly and I loved the feeling of her soft slick skin beneath my fingers. I could tell she was enjoying it almost as much as I was, especially when I played with her nipples and between her legs.

Of course my penis recovered and was fully erect again when the shower was over, dad laughed “Ah, the joy of youth, those were the days!”

We dried each other and then went outside to pack up the room service trolley. Even though it was performed naked with my parents, the mundane task made my erection fade and it was barely noticeable under my robe. After putting on hats and sun glasses we were good to go. We left the trolley outside our door and then headed for the lifts. I was nervous but excited at the same time as I realised I was soon to be naked amongst strangers. After having just experienced such intimacy with my parents this should be a walk in the park (excuse the pun!) and I was confident I could handle it.

My heartrate increased as we stepped out of the lift one level below the lobby. My parents led the way to a changing area with lockers operated using our room card. They quickly removed their robes and hung them up. “Come on son, time to get naked!” said dad as he waited for me to hand him my robe. I took a deep breath and removed my only covering. It felt strange standing in a semi-public place naked and I looked around nervously as dad grabbed some towels. Mum put her hand on my shoulder and said “Relax Jack, I promise you’ll enjoy this!”

I nodded and she asked “Do you want to visit the pool first or head for the beach?”

Thinking back to the photos I’d taken earlier of the pool, and the number of people I’d seen there, I opted for the beach thinking it would be less crowded. Mum took dad and me by the hand as we walked out of the building into the bright sunshine. We followed the signage to the beach and after about a minute encountered the first other guests. Mum squeezed my hand and whispered “Just relax” as they came closer.

With sunglasses hiding my eyes I was free to look closely. There were five of them walking towards the hotel and they seemed to be together. In the lead was a couple that looked to be in their fifties. The man was balding and rather overweight with a large patch of greying pubic hair above a rather small uncut penis and equally hairy, loosely dangling balls. His partner was more pleasant to look at. Her large breasts swung slightly as she walked and were topped by surprisingly small nipples. Between her legs she was hairless and her pussy was just a crack with no visible lips. Judging by their seamless tans and confident walk they were seasoned nudists.

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“Hi, Liz?”

“Who’s this?”

“It’s Harry? From last night?” Boy, I thought she’d remember what a good time I thought we had.

“Oh, Hi, Harry, this is Susan. Lizzie said you might call, but i wanted to make sure it was you.”

Blondie I remembered, Liz’s sister/room mate, whatever. I never did figure that one out. “Hi, Sue, is she around?”

I heard rustling, then, “Hi, baby, I’m glad you called. I had a lot of fun last night.”

I smiled, remembering, meeting them both at that bar, all the old-timers in their 60s and 70s, how he and Red had danced, and they clearly hit it off. In no time, they were at her place, giving her Posturepedic a run for it’s money. And I remembered how toned her body was for a woman in her 60’s.

“Me too,” I said. “We had talked about going to the pool today?”

She sounded disappointed. “I know, Baby, but I got a call after you left. My sister up in Maine was hospitalized. I’m on my way to the airport now. Not sure how long I’ll be gone… Sorry, Harry.”

So, I guess Blondie isn’t her sister. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Do you need a lift?”

“No, thanks, Sue’s gonna take me. In fact, we were just about to leave. I fly standby because we were Stews, so the sooner I get there, the better chance I have of catching a flight.”

Oh, well, I thought, it was fun while it lasted, even if it was one night. “Well, I’ll be going back to New York on Sunday, so if I don’t get to see you, look me up if you’re ever up by me.”

“Awwww, shit! I will, Baby. Sue and I are up that way at least twice a year. We’ll call you, okay?”

“Okay, you take care now, good luck to your sister.”

“Okay… Oh Harry, Sue says if you want to use the pool, she’ll be back in an hour. She’s not as much fun as me! (Giggle!) but she’ll keep you entertained!”

In the background I could hear Sue, yell. “I’m way more fun than you, and you know it!”

Back to me, Liz said, “Really, you’re more than welcome, and she hates to sit by the pool alone, she’s such a baby!” She whispered, “I told her to take special care of you, and she is fun!” and she laughed. “Bye, Baby, stay in touch!”

My friend Larry was off to work, so I sat around. I hate the sand and prefer a pool, but didn’t want to intrude on Blondie and sat out in the yard to read. Two hours later, the phone rang. I thought it might be Larry and looked at the caller ID. The number was too familiar to be coincidence. It was Susan.

“Hello?” I said, tentatively.

“Hi, Harry? I hope I’m not bothering you, this is Susan Barnes, oh, that’s right, you didn’t know my last name, I’m Susan, Liz’s friends, we met last night?” Jeez, Lady, take a breath! “Yes, Hi, Sue, of course I remember.” We just spoke two hours ago, I thought. Of course, I remember!

“So, listen, Hon, I was serious about coming over and using the pool, really, there’s a great Clam Bar right next door, and I thought we could go get a bite, maybe a drink? My treat! And, I’ll pick you up, and drop you off later?”

“Sue? How did you get this number?”

“That’s the phone you called from this morning, Silly, it was listed in my phone’s memory! I’m not a stalker or anything, Harry. Liz said you were fun, so I thought I could sub for her, since you two had plans.”

“Oh, no, I was just wondering how you knew the number. I should have realized… I didn’t mean anything by it, really.”

“That’s okay, I can run on sometimes, but anyway, how about it? Free drinks, raw bar, nice cool pool?”

What the hell, I had nothing to do until Larry got home in 4 hours, and even then, nothing specific. “How could I turn down such a great offer?”

I gave her directions and, in 10 minutes, I heard the honk. out front sat a late-model Beemer, black with white interior, top down, with Sue in the passenger seat, having already moved over for me. She had a big brimmed sunhat, with a ribbon tied under her chin to keep it in place. The round sunglasses hid everything but her kocaeli escort smile, which was white behind red lips.

I grabbed my little backpack, which held fresh boxers to change into, along with a towel, deodorant, SPF# 15, and Larry’s spare key. I had my trunks under my Cargo cut-offs, sandals, and tan Marlins cap.

She waved excitedly when she saw me coming. I smiled. “That was fast! You must have been ready to go!” I climbed behind the wheel. “I guess you want me to drive…”

“Unless you don’t want to… A lot of guys seem to like to drive this thing!”

“This thing is a fine example of Automotive technology,” I replied.

“It’s okay, it stops and goes. I could use a bigger trunk for shopping.”

“I’m sure you get by just fine.”

I pulled from the curb, enjoying the fresh air. We were at the pool in minutes. Blondie’s spot was right next to Red’s and the Mercedes was still there. The pool deck was raised, so you could look out at the Atlantic. We picked a pair of loungers and I wasted no time slipping out of my tee and shorts, feeling the sun bake my weary bones, and Sue sat watching me, smiling.

“Are you going in?” I asked.

“Maybe in a minute, you go ahead.”

I did, slipping into the cold water. Wow, what an awakening. It took a few minutes for my body to become accustomed. I swam a few laps, to work up the core temperature and stretch out from last night on Larry’s couch, after our calisthenics. I swam up and she sat there, smiling. She had what appeared to be a one-piece, black suit on, with a brightly colored sarong-type thing, very light and thin, but large. It wrapped her body. I couldn’t guess the difference in Liz and Sue’s ages, it was that close. But it was also obvious that Liz was the more buxom, although Sue seemed more athletic.

“So, are you coming in?”

She forced a smile. “It’s cold, right? I know it was yesterday, too. I’m a big baby when it comes to cold, that’s why I live in Florida!”

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” I lied. “You get used to it.”

She stood, and I saw her sandals had heels, like wedges. She seemed shy as she turned, undid her wrap, then went to the stairs, and slowly stepped down, one at a time. Her long legs were tanned, as was her chest,shoulders, and back. The suit was cut low in the back, and high on the thighs.

She kept glancing at me, then at her feet, as if in pain, and as I watched, my eyes were drawn to her tits, specifically those nipples. The cold water was doing its job. They protruded, way beyond the normal chilly nipples. These things were pointy! and that’s with the tight suit. I wondered what they would look like bare.

She was very self-aware of them and how I looked at them. She waded over to me, and whispered, “Don’t look at me like that, I know they’re funny looking!”

I smiled, “They’re fantastic!”

She blushed. “Liz said you were quite the flatterer.”

“Sometimes I can be, but not about those!”

“Harry! You’re so fresh!” she giggled, and moved close to me, as if to stop me from looking. “You’re embarrassing me!”

“I don’t mean to, you should be proud of them. What happens when you get excited?”

She giggled. “You’ll never know!”

I smiled, lewdly. “Now you ruined my day!”

after a few, we were both chilly. I got out and grabbed her towel for her, draped it over her shoulders and she shivered, and I out my arms around her and held her to me. “Is this gonna get all the neighbors talking?” I asked.

“I sure hope so! Give these old fuddie-duddies a thrill! And me, too!” she nuzzled into my chest, still shivering and when it passed, I let her go and realized I had my own problem, now: a semi-woody! And the 80 year old, all bundled up like its winter in Alaska, saw it right away and grinned toothlessly. I blushed but laughed too as I grabbed my towel and winked at her, and she made an audible, “oooh!”

Sue had had enough and kocaeli escort bayan was ready for a cocktail. We went next door to the Clam Barn, a open place with tables on the deck, and a long bar, all rustic wood, weathered from years of exposure. I liked it immediately. The waitress knew Sue and led us to a table by the rail.

“I like to people watch, I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “Lois, I’ll have a Cosmo, tell Teddy a double Absolut, no fruit, and to put everything on our house tab. Harry, whatever you want, it’s yours!”

I smiled up at Lois, a woman about forty, more in my league, but still too old, and probably married. “I’m start with the Black BMW…” She smiled, and so did Sue. “The coldest beer you got, please, no glass.”

She was back in a flash, with Goldfish and oyster crackers, along with our drinks. We toasted the fine day, and Sue said, “What would you like, Harry, to eat I mean. The car, just take! Hah! Take Liz’s too! But they have great Little Necks and mussels with garlic bread! If you’re not dating! And Oysters, if you are!”

“I had a late breakfast, Sue, but get what you want. I’ll enjoy the scenery, looking around. Although it wasn’t a super busy beach day, there were some other Florida Cougars around to ogle.

“Oh, no, you’ll be watching the pretty young ones go by while I sit here with Garlic Breath!”

I touched her hand. “But, Sue, Liz said she told you to take special care of me, remember?”

She blushed. “She told you that?”

“She whispered it, that’s what she told me. You said you were more fun than she was?”

“Yeah, I guess you heard that, alright.”

I smiled as I leaned back, enjoying my beer and the sun. “So, I guess what I’m asking is, how much do you and Liz share? You both seem extremely close, and since I’m such a good friend of hers…”

“I get your drift, Harry. She’s the more outgoing one. I try to cover up my shyness by talking. We’ve been friends since we flew together, 35 years ago, and we have shared just about everything. I wish she would have explained it before she left.”

“Sue, I’m just flirting and teasing. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No, Harry, you should know. We’ve been through alot, including the same man, even at the same time. Does that shock you?”

I was beginning to like my chances.

We also have… comforted each other, beyond the shoulder to cry on. We are not bisexual: I have only been with one woman, and that woman has only been with me, but we maintain one residence, and have our own private lives, and during those times that we are both in the mood, we share each other, do you follow?”

“Very closely,” I smiled.

“Harry?”

“I was just thinking that it’s too bad Liz had to leave town, maybe you two could have shared me!”

She grinned, broadly. “But instead, I get you on my own, one on one?”

“I was hoping that, too.”

She squeezed my hand. “I’m not so hungry… for food now. Ready to go?”

She signed her check, said goodbye and we stared at each other smiling. We were at the penthouse again, and we walked out on the deck, overlooking the Atlantic. All alone at the top of the world, no one could see us holding hands.

She stood there, and slowly turned to me. I don’t know if it’s the sunlight, the Cosmo or you, but I’m feeling light-headed. Can we go inside?”

Arms around each other’s waist, I let her lead me to her room, and after the sunlight, it was hard to see. I still knew when she stopped and turned to me, and stretched her body up to kiss me.

Our lips met, and she whispered, “I’m not as loud as my friend was last night, so don’take it wrong if I don’t make noises.”

“I guess we did get a little loud, sorry.”

“Sorry? I sat there with my drink, wishing I was in there with you, you sounded like you were having so much fun!”

“Well, let’s make our own fun and noises.” I kissed her and let my tongue cross escort kocaeli over into her half-open lips and she responded with her tongue, dueling mine, our tastes mixing, and I wondered how i got lucky enough to meet these two!

I felt her untie the wrap and let it fall and my hands reached behind her and clenched her butt, pressing my own crotch against her. She squirmed against me, and I felt Mr Woody begin to rise.

She was kissing my neck now, digging my tee up and over my head, and I could see her now, and her eyes reflected my fire. I kissed her again as my hand slid the strap off her shoulder, then the other, slowly, then lowered the front between us and i had to see those nipples. I bent my head, and there it was! So long, and pointy! I had only seen photos of nipples like this, and they just looked made to be sucked.

I took the first one into my mouth, kissing, then licking, and finally biting at it, and Miss No Noise got loud pretty quick!

She seemed to be forcing the whole tit into my mouth, even as I teased the other one. She was oohing and aahing and my erection rose, and hardened. Her hand was on the front of my cargo shorts and she squeezed me, harder than needed, but within reason. She was breathing heavily and I felt her chest rise and fall.

“Harry! That hurts so good! Oww! Oh, don’t stop!”

I pushed the suit down, and reached in, she spread her legs for me, still in her platforms sandals. She was soaked, as if she peed, but she hadn’t, the aroma told me it was her juices flowing.

“Oh, Harry, I can’take this, fuck me, now, I’m about to explode!”

I thrust my shorts down, and my cock bobbed in the air, almost like it smelled its target. If she wanted it fast, she was gonna get it.

The mattress was inches away, and I turned her and forced her into the King padding and moved in behind her. She would get the most depth in this position, I figured, and she sprawled before me, hunching her ass up as I climbed on behind her.

I held my shaft, and with the other hand, lined her up and started pressing. Not fast enough for her liking. She pressed back, making me stretch her as I entered. I would have been more patient but she wouldn’t have it any other way. she pressed back, taking me deeper.

My full six inches were inside her now, and she growled, animalistically, not in pain but almost anger! “Yeah, Harry, fuck me like you did Lizzie!”

All I could do was hold her hips, she provided all the energy, I provided the cock. She was rocking, almost slamming against me, barking out, “Fuck Me! Give me more! Harder!

I reached under her and felt for the clit, and found it, and she seemed amazed that this just got better. Her muscles clenched around me and she screamed, “Oh Baby, I’m Coming!” and I knew she had, the way her body jerked and spasmed, and her head crashed into the mattress, as if she was banging it. “Yes, Baby, yes, yes!”

My own orgasm was next in line and would not be denied. I grunted and she knew I was almost there. She kept her ass high as I drove into her and felt my first rocket make lift-off, feeling the shot deep into her wet hole. I roared as I let another go. “Arghhh!” and she kept slamming me until I was spent and holding on to her for support.

She rolled onto her side,and I did the same, facing her, and we laughed and kissed, like old friends rather than new lovers.

She stared at me for a while. “What?” I asked.

“Can I take you out tonight?” she asked. “We have friends, they are having a party in a club in South Beach. Usually some sports stars or movie people, if you’re into that.”

“My only 2 decent shirts, one you saw last night, the other is already dirty.”

“Not a problem, I’ll take you out now, get you some new duds, make all the young girls swoon, but you come home with me, got it?”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Harry, I have way more money than I need. It would give me great pleasure to take you, and I promise to let you pick out the stuff yourself.”

I smiled as I teased her nipple. “Oh? You don’t want me as your own personal Ken doll?”

“You’re my Harry doll! Mine and Lizzie’s! She’s gonna be so happy! She said we’d hit it off!”

“Okay, but no Miami Vice. A tee shirt under a sports jacket? Even I have more taste than that!”

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Standing up before her sons with no clothing would have been completely humiliating to Sylvia only a short few weeks ago. She had been living in a loveless marriage, with two grown sons whom she had never really become acquainted with. It was a sorry affair when a mother didn’t even know her own sons. Fully grown sons, who were essentially strangers, because she had been so cold and full of despair that she had never bothered to learn how much they could really mean to her. How much she could love them. And how much they could love her.

Now here she was. Her lovely body, so trim from continuous work outs and good food, was perfect, with legs that had the curves that drew a man’s eyes. Her breasts had very little sag, and were proudly displayed upon her chest, with her nipples hard like small garnets. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back. Her hands were at her side. Nothing was hidden.

Her sons were seated on the sofa and she stood before the fire in the fireplace. Her shaven pussy was glistening with moisture from her own lust. The labia were swollen as she spread her legs to give them a good view. Her daughter-in-law Gretchen was on her knees at her husband’s feet. Craig slowly stroked the soft hair of his wife and submissive.

It had come to this after John, her newly graduated son, found her crying one day, and finally she was able to tell him the truth. What followed seemed now to have been inevitable. First John had made her feel joyous about life again. His love making had turned her from a cool and aloof matron into a sexual being, lusting for her own son and fucking him with renewed passion each time they were together. Or sucking down his milk and loving the taste and savoring the love making.

Then Craig had taught her how to submit to a Master. And she did so. It had taken little for him to turn her into another willing slave, along with his sweet pet, Gretchen. But he would share. With his brother everything was to be shared. They together shared Gretchen, and her passion had filled them both with joy as they used her as she wished to be used. Craig had fucked her mouth as John fucked her from behind. The two brothers were never closer.

Now, a month later, their father was away on a training mission. It was time to make sure Mother was happy.

“You’re very obedient, Sylvia. Your Master is pleased. So is John. And my pet, Gretchen, always wanted to do this, didn’t you pet?”

“Yes Master. I’ve lusted for mother Sylvia. I hope that doesn’t displease my Master.”

“Oh no. I want you to be honest with me. I’m happy to give you your dreams tonight. Now crawl over and suck on Sylvia’s wet cunt.”

As Gretchen eagerly crept over on her hands and knees both Craig and John rose and began discarding their clothing. The den was nice and warm with the fire, and by the time Gretchen was spreading Sylvia’s pussy lips apart to begin sucking her copious juices they were completely nude.

Both had large erections and both were stroking as the women performed for them. Sylvia could not stand long before her legs gave out with the trembling from the orgasms rippling throughout her body. She slumped down upon the pillows placed there in front of the fire, just for this purpose.

“Master. Are you sure this is alright? It feels so good.”

That was Sylvia checking with her new Master and son Craig. He was happy with what he was watching. It pleased him. It certainly made John happy. It was fine. He told her to start eating the cunt of her fellow submissive.

Sylvia quickly kissed Gretchen’s mouth and tasted her own cunt fluids and then the two did as they were told and began eating each other’s pussy. Gretchen was on the bottom and Sylvia was rubbing her cunt on her face, making it slimy and slick, which Gretchen licked up and used her fingers to bring into her mouth.

At the same time Sylvia had her tongue ramming into the cunt below her. It tasted good. It tasted like her own cunt. Like the juices she had licked from the dildos that she had used to bring pleasure to herself for so many years. Now she wished she had one of those toys to fuck Gretchen with now. That would be fun.

Orgasms were passing through the bodies of the two women, as John and Craig stroked their cocks slowly at first, and then harder and faster as the sight of the ladies coming caused them to want to do the same. Each had a large cock in hand with a red, bulbous head and both were getting wet from the sweat caused by their lust and the fireplace. At last Craig glanced at John. John nodded. They both slowly walked up to the still licking women.

“Master needs his pets. Sit up and take your denizli escort medicine.”

The two women immediately stopped their pussy lapping and sat back on their thighs with their mouths open. John moved to Sylvia, but Craig shook his head, moving him to Gretchen, and Craig stood before his mother. He did so enjoy watching her swallow his sperm. Somehow it made up for the years of psychological neglect from her. And she certainly didn’t mind. The more come from her sons the better.

The two men started jacking off again and were not quite ready. The women were whimpering with need. Both were begging to help and lick the cocks in front of them. They were told to be patient and wait. They did so.

At last Craig started squirting his spunk into his mother’s mouth. She spread her red lips as wide as she could so as not to lose a drop. John was still jerking and Gretchen was rubbing her cunt with her fingers, keeping herself coming and waiting with little patience for the milk of life her brother-in-law had for her.

Finally John achieved orgasm and began shooting his spunk out. Some went into her mouth. Most was hosing her face and tits. She took it without regrets. She loved to have come on her body.

Both young men continued until they had completed coming. Then Sylvia begged to lick Gretchen’s body. Craig nodded, and she pushed Gretchen down on the pillows and used her tongue to lick up the juices her son had spread over the breasts and face of Gretchen.

While she did that she would pause and the two would make out, kissing and nuzzling, but she always returned to the come still on Gretchen’s tits. She sucked her nipples until they were scarlet and Gretchen was whining for more and more.

“Enough! Go upstairs to the master bedroom and take a shower together. We’re all going out. I know you’ll play with each other, but don’t take long. Master is hungry. Understood, pets?”

Sylvia and Gretchen both broke off what they were doing immediately and nodded to Craig. Then they hurried up the stairs, giggling, with their clothes in their hands and their long hair bouncing upon their naked backs. Both women wore their hair long. That pleased Craig. He liked his mother’s brunette hair, and Gretchen’s red hair matched her pussy, when she didn’t shave it.

This month Craig wanted her cunt with hair. Next month he might change his mind.

As the two young men went into the bathroom off of the den to wash their pricks clean they were chatting. They were close. They always had been.

“I still don’t quite get this whole Domination and submissive thing Craig. I always thought someone had a sub and that sub was theirs and theirs alone, and that the sub would do anything they were told to do. I thought that was the whole idea.”

“It’s actually pretty simple John. In fact, you could boil it down to one word if you wanted to. Mutual. Both sides want it. If they don’t then it is something else. No one is ever forced in this kind of relationship. The sub wants to be dominated. He or she lives for it.”

“And the Master or Dom wants the control. But it only, truly, works if both want it completely and are willing to give everything to the relationship. That’s why I can offer Gretchen to you or to Mother. She is willing and I am willing.”

“But I thought there were rules or something. I know I sound idiotic. It’s all strange to me.”

“That’s what I mean John. This is not a church or a corporation. We don’t have rules and regulations. We don’t have the Head Dominant telling us what to do. It’s like I said. It’s always a mutual agreement, even if unspoken, and that’s the beginning and ending of it all. Actually, either party could end it at any time.”

While they were chatting down in the den Sylvia and Gretchen were scrubbing each other’s backs and finger fucking and biting each other as they giggled and tried to remember that Craig ordered them to hurry. Finally they were clean. They quickly dressed. They both wanted to be pretty for Master. And for John. Both loved John too.

They were going out on the town. They took two vehicles to the the village nearby. Craig and Gretchen would leave from the restaurant to their own apartment in the city. John and Sylvia would go to the family home.

It was a celebration of sorts. It was Sylvia’s coming out party. She had shaken off the shackles of her husband and her grief and her despair and was entering a new world, a new phase, in her life.

They went to a good restaurant and all were seated at a table in the corner. That was fine. There the ladies could find a cock to hold denizli escort bayan while they awaited their dinner. John and Craig were soon hard. Gretchen was grinning at her Master as she stroked his pecker. Sylvia had glanced at Craig for his permission before taking out John’s cock and stroking it. A memorable dinner.

When dinner was served they had to stop the under table play and enjoy the meal. But when the table was cleared and the desserts were ordered, with coffee for all, the two ladies slipped under the table cloth and gave each man a short blow job. Neither had to come right now, but it was a pleasure in any case. Gretchen loved to stroke her man’s cock with her hot tongue. She held it tight and pushed her tongue into his prick hole. He groaned.

Sylvia was gobbling up her son’s cock. She liked to cram it all in and chew on it. She continually gagged on it, but enjoyed that feeling too. She so wanted more come. That would have to wait. Meanwhile she stroked it with the spit she had put on it for lubrication and then rammed it back into her throat. John gasped.

Soon the waiter came back with the coffee and desserts. He just grinned as the ladies crawled out from under the tables with red faces and lipstick smeared. Craig and John zipped up as the ladies went to the rest room to touch up their makeup.

When they returned all of them had a nice chat as they finished dessert. They left a good tip. Since it was Friday they decided, or rather the young men decided, that the party would continue Saturday at the family home. They took both cars and went home.

John slept alone that night. Sylvia loved having her bed to herself. For sleeping. For sex it was a grand arena. One could have plenty of room for the rough and tumble of sex play that she was learning to crave, more and more. Tonight she slept the sleep of the blessed.

John slept well too. He was so happy with how life was turning out for him and his loved ones.

In the city Craig allowed Gretchen to sleep in his arms tonight. Often she would sleep at the foot of the bed. He sometimes needed the whole bed to move around. He was a restless sleeper. She awoke him as usual, kissing and praising his manhood. He smiled and stroked her red hair.

In the afternoon Craig and Gretchen drove out to the family home. Their tires crunched down the lane, giving warning of their arrival to John and Sylvia. Dinner was on the table. Sylvia had always been a fine cook. They had never lacked for wonderful food, even if they lacked for generosity of spirit from either parent. Now that had changed, at least in the case of Mother. She had proved her love for her sons. In the process she had begun to get all she had ever needed from a man when it came to sex.

She had no complaints now. And she certainly would have none later in the evening.

Everyone kissed as Gretchen and Craig came into the house. Even the brothers kissed cheeks and gave each other a hug. They had always loved each other. Now they loved and were in love with their own mother. Gretchen was happy for them. Anything that pleased Master was sure to bring joy to her.

The dinner was fun. Everyone was relaxed. The glow of sex from yesterday had still not worn off. In fact, so much sex had been occurring recently that everyone was beginning to think their lives had entered a sort of golden age of lovemaking.

Sylvia’s dinner was a hit and at the end as they were finishing with a white wine and some cheese and fruit she got frisky. Almost as if her girlhood had returned. She tossed a grape at John. He laughed and then tossed a strawberry at Gretchen who did the same to Craig. In response he laughed himself, and it was a joy to Sylvia. She could not, in fact, ever remember her sons playing and laughing together, at least not in her presence. It was such a pleasure.

Craig had lost his usual stern look and seemed to have relaxed into the spirit of the evening. But he was still the only Master present, even if he granted his brother complete freedom. It was time to bring this evening to its logical conclusion.

“Okay children. You’ve all had your fun. Now it’s time to relax in the den with a little more wine. We need to settle down. I have a wonderful evening planned. But you’ll all have to just wait and see. Mother, let’s open another bottle of wine and go into the den. I want to just talk for awhile.”

“Master, you and John should go in and mother Sylvia and I will bring in the wine. It was a long week my love. Please go in and relax.”

John and Craig went into the den, sat in their usual spots and escort denizli waited for the ladies to appear. Gretchen had her orders from earlier in the day. Now she was transmitting them to her fellow sub. Her mother-in-law. And new lover.

When the ladies came in with the wine decanter and glasses they were nude. Sylvia lead the way with her tanned legs and proud breasts with brown hair in waves over her shoulders. Her nipples were hard and her cunt was clean and swollen in anticipation. Gretchen’s red hair cascaded over her left shoulder and her pink nipples were hard too. Her ginger pussy hairs were just barely hiding her wet pussy lips. Both women were ready for their evening of submission and pleasure for Master and his brother.

Gretchen poured a glass of wine for her Master and herself and she sat on his lap. Sylvia, with a nod from Craig, served wine to John, and with her own glass sat in his lap. Both men were already hard and the ladies could feel it and knew that later they would be enjoying those pricks.

It made them more moist. They were leaking onto the slacks of the young men, but neither actually gave a damn.

They all cuddled for a long time, just enjoying the wine, the company, and the dinner that was settling in their stomachs. At last Craig lifted his glass.

“This is a toast to the two best pets I could have. You both may join Master in his toast. Of course you’ll join, John, my own dear brother. To our new life. To our new love. And to the fucking you will both get tonight. John and I are going to use you both until you are whimpering with joy. Believe it pets.”

They all touched stemware and then downed the last of the wine. Craig and John rose up and had each lady in his arms. They passed quickly out of the den, through the house, and up the stairs to Mother’s room. They needed the room only her bed would provide. The set the women down on the bed and they sat with their hands folded in their laps. They were still creaming.

The ladies were already naked. Now the men stripped and the ladies watched their hard bodies emerge, with their shafts stiff and ready for fucking or sucking. Whatever they wished.

“Mother, you need to know how much your sons have grown to love you. So you will now get a special treatment from your own sons. You’ll remember it with fondness forever. I’m going to lay down on the bed. Sylvia, get your ass over me and fuck me. Lower that greasy cunt onto my cock and make me happy.”

Craig got on the bed on his back with his head on a pillow and Sylvia eagerly crept up and spread her legs to each side of his body, slowing lowering her pussy down onto her Master’s prick. It filled her completely. He took her arms and pulled her toward him. He nodded to John who moved behind his Mother and then slowly began feeding dick into the puckered ass hole of his mother.

She moaned as she felt both pricks begin rubbing against each other in her twat and bung hole. Craig was thrusting upward and John was ramming into her. She was squealing with lust. She had been coming from the first entry into her body. She could not stop.

“Oh holy fuck, my god, my god, fuck me, fuck me hard and deep. Damn, I want it harder, please, please.”

Gretchen had moved up to squat over the chest of her Master. She grabbed the hair of mother Sylvia and pressed Sylvia’s face into her pussy. Her hairy pussy that needed attention. She was fucking Sylvia’s face as Craig fucked her cunt and John fucked her ass.

Each person was grunting or moaning, but all were lusting for more and more sex. And finally the two men, knowing the women had been coming for minutes, now, in unison, began spilling their seed into the holes they were fucking. Sylvia took the hot come into her cunt and into her ass hole, as Gretchen began to squirt her pussy juices out over Sylvia’s face. Sylvia took it all, even gulping down the cunt fluids of her daughter-in-law.

With a suddenness that surprised them all they simply collapsed into a pile of trembling flesh. They lay there for a long time, it seemed. But at last they arose.

“May we lick you clean Master?”

“Yes Mother you may. You lick me, and my other pet can lick my brother.”

The ladies started simply licking the pricks there on the bed, but

soon they had progressed to cock sucking. The men did not object. They were flaccid to begin with, but with the ministrations of the subs they were soon long and hard. Both ladies were jacking each cock with a small hand and bobbed their mouths up and down on the shafts.

Sylvia was thinking how much she had missed. Gretchen was thinking how much pleasure Master had received this night. Craig was thinking how well he had trained his pets. John was thinking that he hoped this would go on forever. All, at some point, realized that Mother was fulfilled now. She needed for nothing now.

The young men shot their sperm into the waiting mouths and it was swallowed with some gagging, but with love too.

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“I still think it’s a trap.”

“Uh huh…”

“And you’re still going out there?”

“Yep.”

“Without any backup?”

“Yes, for the thousandth time.”

“You keep saying it, but it’s not making me feel any better. I mean, are you sure you can-”

“Daniel!” Melanie finally cut him off, stopping mid-step to study the barely concealed worry written all over her training partner’s face.

Fully decked out in her ring gear, she had just finished tying her long, flowing blonde hair into a ponytail.

The two were still backstage in a hallway leading up, just five minutes away from Bux Bunny’s match with the equally petite Chelsea Cheer.

Crossing his arms against his white SFL T-Shirt, Daniel Derrick respectfully held his tongue as she stared up at him with those always dazzling emerald eyes.

“We have been through this for hours now,” she reminded him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “My answer’s the same now as it’s always been: I’ve got this.”

“Famous last words,” he scoffed mirthlessly, pointing out in turn, “I mean, just so we’re clear, you’re going to be in the ring with the same girl who made the freaking’ Mantaur her man-bitch. Sam’s been asking around the locker room all day, and no one’s seen the big guy stomping around since.”

Rolling her eyes bemusedly, she tilted her head up at him playfully, “And that’s supposed to scare me how again?”

Smirking to himself, Daniel fished inside one of his jean pockets and produced his cellphone.

Unlocking it, he accessed his photo gallery and then showed the blonde a fullscreen image of a male sexfighter in the trainer’s room, presumably after a match.

“This is Gavin the Great. Check out his face,” he instructed her, his finger gesturing towards the distinctly feminine footprint stamped all over his facial features, leaving visibly angry blotches all over his once menacing expression.

“Doesn’t look so great now,” she commented, raising an eyebrow as his drooping eyes gave off those unnatural “nobody’s home” vibes.

“This is him just five minutes after their match. That he won, by the way,” he told her.

“Okay, so maybe she took a few kickboxing lessons. You, of all people should know that I’m just as skilled in that area,” Melanie reminded him knowingly.

“Sam says that she calls them the Spirit Stomps. Chelsea takes you by the arms and gives you a nice little souvenir to take backstage, the kind that doesn’t wash off so easily. Before this match, dude was almost as handsome as me.”

“Almost?” she teased him lightly.

Narrowing his eyes, he continued on, “He underestimated her big time, got caught up in the heat of the moment, and then promptly got the ever-loving shit kicked out of him. Somehow, he managed to finger an orgasm out of her, but she was the only one who walked out of that ring. Afterwards, his noggin was so messed up Sam said he wasn’t just seeing stars; he was seeing constellations.”

“If you’re trying to convince me not to do this, babe, you’re not doing a very good job,” Melanie told him candidly.

“I’m just telling you what you’re in for. Chelsea prances around like it’s still high school or something, but once that bell rings, she just changes. Like-”

“Like her whole valley girl routine is just an act, and she’s actually a killer in a cute skirt?” Melanie finished for him coyly.

“All I’m saying is don’t let your guard down. I don’t need the image of your pretty face being stomped into the canvas on my conscience, okay?” he cautioned her.

“Sure it won’t be the other way around?” she smiled up at him in her usual upbeat tone.

Sighing, Daniel was just about to respond when suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere…

“I’ve been looking for you all day!”

The sickeningly sweet sound of the Goddess was quickly followed by her Amazonian frame sauntering right up to them.

Wearing an enticing yet fashionable white halter top that covered as much of her upper body as a sports bra, her midriff was bared leaving only a pair of tight jean shorts that rather generously clung to her voluptuous hips.

Almost out of instinct, Daniel’s ever curious eyes trailed down her long, tanned legs all the way to her sandaled feet, before quickly rising back up to her usual smug visage.

“Oh my God, you guys are so adorable!” she greeted them with a cheerful grin, showing off her pearly whites as Melanie folded her arms together irritably.

Wearing a skeptical scowl, the petite blonde was not amused at all, “You stalking me now, Kenzie?”

“Only if you want me too, babe,” the Goddess smiled right back at her with a suggestive wink.

Daniel nevertheless shot his partner a cautionary glare before clearing his throat rather loudly. “Well, I’ll leave you to it, then. Knock ’em dead, Mel.”

The two exchanged a brief fist bump before Dan Danger brushed past the Amazonian woman and exited the hallway towards the locker rooms.

Cocking her head in his diyarbakır escort general direction, a wry grin tugged at the veteran’s facial features. “You know, I think he’s starting to like me now.”

“I wouldn’t think too hard on that,” Melanie muttered under her breath, her sarcasm apparently unnoticed as the Goddess turned back to face her.

“You seem nervous, Melanie,” Kenzie observed, a hint of concern in her usually smug tone.

“That obvious, huh?” she thought to herself, smoothing out her jacket sleeves.

Reluctantly, she admitted, “Well, I’m almost always nervous before matches. Certainly didn’t help when I found out Chelsea was the one who took down the Mantaur.”

Scoffing, the blonde woman waved that accomplishment off. “Oh please, that roided up freak would’ve got his balls busted sooner or later. He got big beating up jobber girls in the midcard but put a real woman like myself in the same ring as him, and he’d have learned his place real quick. I wouldn’t waste time pretending to be his little plaything. Within like five minutes, he’d be on his knees begging to worship me, just like all the other wannabe tough guys around here.”

Melanie raised an eyebrow at Kenzie’s more natural overconfidence swelling in her voice, but eventually the Goddess came down from her verbal pedestal and got back on topic. “Point is, I know you’ll kick ass out there. Chelsea’s been in the ring with a few heavy hitters, sure, but she’s never been in the ring with you, Mel. And, just from personal experience…”

Despite her positive encouragement, the rookie couldn’t help but cringe as the painful memory of their last match came back up to the surface.

“… I know she’ll be in for one hell of a surprise,” Kenzie finally finished, flashing her an encouraging smile.

Somewhat finding solace in her words, Melanie teased her one last time, “If I turn around, you’re not going to attack me again, are you?”

Grinning at the comment, Kenzie encouraged her on, “You so got this, babe.”

Nodding appreciatively, Melanie twirled around and headed towards the staging area as the show finally came back from commercial.

***

“Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for three falls. Introducing first…”

As soon as her opening cue hit, Melanie was visibly startled by the considerable pop she had received before even showing her face on camera.

And yet, as she finally did saunter out on the entrance ramp, the crowd’s enthusiasm only went up a notch, threatening to drown out her own entrance music.

“… and weighing in at 115 pounds, I present to you…BUX BUNNY!!” the ring announcer enthused, projecting his voice louder than usual as the audience showered her with quite a sizable ovation.

She took in the applause for a moment longer before starting down the ramp, her petite hips doing all of the talking necessary.

The confident click-clacking of her high heels at least helped her stay focused as she neared the squared circle.

Very much still the Bux Bunny of old, she found time to blow sultry kisses at various starstruck members in the front rows and enjoy the sporadic Bunny chants.

Kicking off her shoes on the outside, she started up the steel steps, sensually striding across the ring apron with one seductive leg crossing the other, before finally completing her now signature pose.

Draping one leg inside the ring, she bent her shapely posterior at a suggestive right angle to allow the audience some rather strategic photo-ops, before finally entering.

Taking off her jacket to reveal her usual all-white bra-and-panties combo, she handed it off to the striped official to be discarded appropriately before finding a corner to do some light warm ups in anticipation of-

“Give me an S!”

Not even waiting until she had even completed her first leg stretch, the teen pop-inspired entrance theme of Chelsea Cheer instantly blasted through the arena loudspeakers.

And only a second later, out she came.

The crowd erupted in a similar reaction as her opponent made her energetic presence known, almost leaping onto the entrance ramp wearing a grin so visibly that even Melanie could make it out from her current position.

“And introducing her opponent, from Seattle, Washington, and weighing in at 106 pounds, give it up for…CHELSEA CHEER!”

She was dressed almost identical to her previous match with the Mantaur: cheerleader shell top with the same color scheme, a white skirt that certainly kept things interesting from various angles, and her slightly worn Chuck Taylor sneakers.

Cocking one hip out to the side with her hair also tied in a ponytail, Chelsea struck a confident pose for the cameras before skipping down to the ring.

Heeding Daniel’s advice, Melanie kept her eyes glued to the equally petite woman as she kicked off her shoes near the steps before finally sliding in underneath the bottom ropes. escort diyarbakır

Warily coming out of the turnbuckle with her limbs adequately warmed up, the rookie walked up to the middle as the hazel woman did the same.

“At least it’s someone I don’t have to stand on my tiptoes to stare at,” she thought to herself bemusedly, noting that they were both of a similar height.

Going in, Melanie had prepared herself, physically and mentally, for anything that Chelsea could throw at her before the bell had even rung.

She expected an initial shove to get the physicality going.

Or, more likely, she had expected the usual trash talk to determine who would start with the match with the verbal edge.

But, what she wasn’t expecting was Chelsea throwing her arms out and suddenly capturing her in a friendly hug!

Melanie instinctively froze up as the cheerleader wrapped her toned arms around her midsection, and squeezed as if she was a long lost friend and not the woman aiming to dominate her physically and perhaps even sexually.

Even the referee was a little perplexed at this unusual display of amicability.

Pulling back just seconds later, Chelsea formally greeted her with humble eyes and an even gentler voice, “It is such an honor to finally meet you, Bux. I’m like, a huge fan.”

A bit taken aback by this sudden modesty, Melanie was nevertheless flattered. “Thanks. I didn’t know I had fans backstage.”

“Well, you sure made a lot after that match you had with the Goddess last week,” she teased her with a playful jab to the gut.

Conceding the point, Melanie was still a little suspicious. “Look, I appreciate the kind words and all, but-”

“But you think I’m playing mind games with you?” Chelsea finished for her, eliciting an honest nod from Bux Bunny.

“I don’t blame you. This place makes you real paranoid about who you can trust,” she sighed.

Detecting a hint of sadness in the young woman’s voice, Melanie quickly followed up, “But you totally sound cool and all.”

Chelsea perked up. “Really?”

Melanie smiled at her. “Yeah, you’re like the first woman here who hasn’t tried to cheapshot me yet before the match.”

“Yeah well, all bets off when the bell rings, right?” Chelsea joked back at her, extending a hand towards her.

Still grinning, Melanie shook her hand.

“May the best woman win.”

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Melanie’s emerald eyes narrowed with concentration as the opening bell sounded, prompting both sexfighters to emerge from their respective corners.

Remaining light on her feet, she licked her lips with both anticipation and slight caution as Chelsea kicked things off with her usual skipping routine.

Her long, flowing blonde hair perfectly framed the look of focus and concentration in her emerald eyes as she stared down the overly enthusiastic sexfighter.

The crowd was equally invested as the two women continued to engage in the traditional circular dance, remaining just out of grappling range but close enough that one could sense the barely concealed intensity in the other’s eyes.

They remained at a standstill for a moment longer, sizing each other up, before finally…

“Hah!” Both competitors collided in a standard yet tense collar-and-elbow tie-up, a fierce exchange of twisting limbs and grimaces.

Planting her feet firmly, Melanie held firm for a moment or two before finally wrenching her hazel-haired adversary into a side headlock.

Interlocking her fingers together, she gave the struggling woman a few patented squeezes before she felt a hand on the small of her back.

With a grunt, Chelsea pushed Bux Bunny off of her and towards the opposite end of the ring.

Bouncing off the ropes, Melanie instinctively leaped into the air as Chelsea Cheer threw herself down to the mat bellyfirst before springing back up as her opponent rebounded off the other end and ran directly into a-

“Ugh!” A pained grunt escaped the rookie’s lips as she was caught flush with a near pitch-perfect dropkick courtesy of her opponent.

Dropped on her back, she sorely felt her lower jaw as Chelsea performed a cheer jump with her toes nearly touching her hands.

Spotting the young woman’s beaming expression out of her periphery, Melanie attempted to get up on her own accord, but Chelsea was on her not even a second later.

Grabbing the petite sexfighter by the hair, the hazel woman was almost giddy with excitement as she brought the slightly dazed Bux up to full standing.

Holding her up by the chin, she measured Melanie up for a right hand, winded her dominant hand back, and then…

… felt her knuckles caress empty air as the blonde beauty ducked underneath her armpit and reappeared on her blindside.

Assuming a boxing stance as Chelsea twirled back around, Melanie’s return punch was already mid-swing when the girl in the diyarbakır escort bayan cheerleader skirt suddenly cowered away.

Shielding her face with both hands, she almost comically flinched from the rookie’s raised fist before it could connect.

Obviously seeing through Chelsea’s games, Melanie feigned lowering her guard only to suddenly bring her front leg up and catch the young sexfighter square with a sharp kick right between her eyes.

“Ow!” Lurching backwards with her hands wrapped around the bridge of her nose, Chelsea was too busy bemoaning her actual pain to notice Melanie approaching her with a determined glint in her eyes.

First grabbing her wrist, Bux Bunny waited until Chelsea had snapped out of her brief stupor before suddenly and quite violently straightening out her elbow joint much to the young woman’s chagrin.

Twisting underneath the captive arm, Melanie now had both hands wrapped around her wrist, and without a moment’s hesitation, torqued it downwards.

Wincing in audible pain as her arm was now forcibly wrenched into a wristlock, her previous youthful exuberance was now marred by a visible grimace as her arm continued to be wrenched against her will.

Utilizing only the most minimum of effort on her part to cause the cheerleader the maximum amount of discomfort, Melanie kept the pressure on despite her opponent’s bodily protests.

Squirming and struggling against her firm grip, Chelsea eventually relied upon a new method of escape: brute force.

Biting back her pain with a snarl, she landed a particularly stiff punch right at Bux Bunny’s unprotected midsection.

Grunting but not loosening up her hold, Melanie held strong even absorbing another desperate blow by the cheerleader.

Winding back with her free hand yet again, Chelsea was about to aim for her blonde opponent’s face when Melanie, thinking two steps ahead, responded rather proactively.

Still twisting the hazel woman’s arm, she fell backwards out of striking range but not before hooking Chelsea’s front leg with her two ankles.

Knocked off balance as a result of the blonde’s shift in momentum, Chelsea Cheer tumbled over unceremoniously to the concrete while Bux Bunny’s descent was much more controlled and concise.

Flailing facefirst to the mat, Chelsea’s first move was to scurry over to the ropes for support but that was quickly stopped when Melanie rises to a kneeling position with the majority of her weight now pressing down on her captive arm.

Wrenching upwards into a seated variation of an armbar, Melanie only had to lean back to fully implement the excruciating effect of the submission maneuver on the now writhing sexfighter.

“Thank you Daniel,” she whispered to herself, recalling one of her many training sessions with her partner as her petite face scrunched up in brief strain.

Kicking the mat frantically, Chelsea was in a near state of panic as her right arm continued to be wrenched and hyperextended almost to an unbearable degree.

Every other limb in Chelsea Cheer’s control stretched out desperately for the ropes, but they were too far away in all directions.

Pulling back on the arm with considerable pressure mounting on her opponent’s joints, Melanie closed her eyes in silent concentration as she focused purely on the task at hand.

With Chelsea still struggling underneath her, she could almost sense the-

“Oh Melanie!”

Her eyes opened.

The world around her suddenly came to a standstill as the Goddess stepped out from behind the curtain to make her presence known at the entrance ramp.

Still dressed in her casual but still provocative clothing, she was armed only with a microphone and a beaming smile.

What the fu-

Not even finishing her thought, the rookie released the armbar, her attention now focused on the buxom blonde currently waving at her from afar.

Immediately rolling over on her side, Chelsea sorely cradled her right arm as the rookie slowly rose to her feet with a mixture of emotions running wild all over her face.

As the referee dropped down to check on her opponent, Melanie came over to the side of the squared circle facing the entrance ramp as Kenzie’s almost sheepish expression dominated the JumboTron.

“Melanie, I am so, so sorry that I forgot to tell you this,” she finally spoke into the microphone, her usually confident blue eyes almost hinging on apologetic.

Chelsea stopped writhing around on the mat.

“And look, you are totally going to hate me for not mentioning this earlier but uh…” Almost worriedly fidgeting around with the microphone, Kenzie took a long, deep breath as if she was about to disclose a long lost secret to the blonde rookie.

Peering at Melanie’s confused and visibly frustrated face, she finally came clean, “This match is actually no disqualification.”

Not even a second later, a blur of movement from behind smashed directly into Melanie’s back, knocking her to the ground with force.

Gracing the canvas with her teeth, the rookie felt a throbbing sensation pounding away between her shoulderblades, but that was nothing compared to the pure shock that took hold as she looked up to see-

“Ughh…” Chelsea Cheer’s bare foot buried itself deep within her exposed gut, causing her to gasp and groan audibly.

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