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When Lady Madison received the letter, she collapsed onto the nearest settee. It couldn’t be, she thought. Not her son, not James! This had to be some sort of cruel joke! But she knew Ruth Tatiana, and the respectable woman wouldn’t lie. Of that, she was sure.

Madison rang for tea and a splash of brandy before adjourning to her chamber with the letter clutched tightly in her trembling hands. An island girl, she screamed in her mind. What was James thinking?

She should’ve expected something like this from the boy. He was always one to do things differently, a trait he’d inherited from his rogue of a father. But marrying a colored girl was completely, utterly unacceptable. Why could he not follow in his father’s footsteps and make the girl his island mistress? There would be talk about his actions in the ton, yes, but at least it would not affect the family lineage.

If Madison knew her son – and she prided herself that she did – he was a man who did what he felt was right. And if he wanted to marry this girl, he would. With or without his mother’s blessings. She could not let that happen. It would ruin the family’s name, and she would not be able to show her face in society for years to come.

Madison spread the letter out on her writing desk, re-reading each line to make sure she was not reacting overmuch to the situation. But when the words ‘to wife’ played in her mind, she knew she had to take action immediately. She was a woman of great knowledge and a web of connections; she would be able to figure a way to get her son’s mind off the girl. She could not have her first-born son wedded to a… a… servant!

Panic fluttering in her heart, she picked up a pen and wrote to Sir Roger, her husband’s closest friend. He was a good companion of hers, and had helped her cope with the knowledge of her husband’s faithlessness when she’d thought she was going to die from the pain of it. She wanted his advice on the current situation so that she knew she was making correct decisions regarding her son and his mischief.

She wrote to Roger, asking for an audience with him, and sent the note through one of the servant’s boys. Standing by the windows in her room, she watched as the boy rode out on a sable mare, head down and galloping towards the Woods’ land. Madison hoped dearly that Roger was in residence, for she feared she would fall apart without another soul to speak to.

*

Anita awoke feeling troubled. It was not yet morning, she knew, and Jay still slept by her side, and arm curled around her waist as he’d had for nearly a month. She didn’t know what had awakened her, but she knew something was not quite right.

She turned around in Jay’s arms and he mumbled something against her hair, pulling her closer. Smiling lightly, she closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, burying herself in his warmth. Her body still hummed from their lovemaking, and she would’ve gone back to sleep without encouragement if it wasn’t for the niggling feeling in her heart.

It was a long time before the uneasiness went away, and it was only then that she slept, comforted by Jay’s even breathing.

*

By mid-afternoon, she was convinced that her nighttime uneasiness was due to the fact that she hadn’t gone to the temple for a long, long time. It wasn’t that she hadn’t wanted to, but she simply hadn’t had the time. The ill-effects of it were creeping up on her now, and she made a promise to herself that she would go to the little temple near her old home at the nearest opportunity.

The opportunity presented itself much too soon, further confirming her suspicion that it was her infrequency in visiting the temple that was causing her to feel troubled. It was after lunch, and she’d just finished washing all the lunch plates. Meera was still in school and Nanthini was upstairs, cleaning the guest rooms. There wasn’t much else to be done for the day, save taking down the clothes when they were dry, but that could take another few hours. On a regular day, she would head upstairs and help Nanthini with the cleaning, but today, the need to be somewhere peaceful and holy was foremost on her mind.

She set the clean plates in the drawer and made her way upstairs. Even before her foot left the first step, she could hear the typewriter in the library and knew that Jay was at it again. But, even as she thought about it, she couldn’t leave without telling him. He would be worried if he came out of his imaginary world and found her missing. Leaving a message with Nanthini was as good as doing nothing because the older woman spoke so little English that Jay never bothered talking to her. Sighing, she pushed the door to the library open slightly and poked her head through it.

“Jay?” she called, then mentally cursed herself. If Nanthini had heard her using Jay’s first name, there would be hell to pay. The yalova escort Indian community was a small one on the island. “Sir?”

He looked up when she called him a second time, but his eyes were unfocused, his hands scribbling something on a piece of paper.

“Sir, I’m going to the temple for a while,” she said, wondering if her words were even being heard or if she was talking to a wall.

He continued writing something on other pieces of paper as he said, “Yes, sure. Whatever you want.”

Her eyebrows rose at that. She wasn’t sure that he was actually answering her. That was probably a general answer he gave to anyone who interrupted him as he wrote. She hoped, at least, that he would remember what she’d told him. Somewhat satisfied by his answer, she closed the door to the library, hurried down the corridor, told Nanthini that she was going to the temple, then went downstairs to change.

She changed into a blue sari and grabbed a shilling out of her savings to put into the offerings box. Then she was on her way, walking towards the neighborhood she’d called home a few months before.

It took her about half an hour to get to the temple, but once she was there, she didn’t waste any time in taking her slippers off and washing her feet. She wanted to do an ancient ritual that involved walking around the temple 108 times. She would pray for Meera and Jay; for the gods to give them good health.

She attended a little prayer service before starting the walk around the temple. It was long and tiring, but the prayers she chanted were like a balm to her aching feet. By the time she was done, more than an hour had passed since she’d left the house. She said another conclusive prayer, put her shilling in the offerings box and collected the sacred ash from the priest. She’d just smeared the ash on her forehead when the voices of two women reached her ears.

They were seated near the entrance of the temple, but at a corner, so no one would hear what they were speaking about. But the younger woman was getting agitated and her voice was rising, catching Anita’s attention. The older woman seated next to her attempted to calm her down, but the young woman began to sob quietly.

There was a toddler lying on the young woman’s lap. A girl, and how beautiful that girl was. Short, dark hair that fell in ringlets around her flushed cheeks; cherubic lips that were parted in sleep. The girl wore a red skirt and a green blouse, and as Anita watched, the girl’s limbs began to thrash as her mother started to cry. The older woman took the toddler from her mother and began rocking her soothingly.

Anita could not help but watch the scene unfold. It began to dawn on her that she would never have this, any of this. She did not have a mother, nor would she have a mother-in-law who would comfort her when she cried. She would not have a child whom she could cherish and love. She would have nothing, no one, especially after Meera married and had her own family. For years, Anita had been completely fine with the knowledge that she would be alone for the rest of her life. But now… it was painful.

She knew what had caused the change in her thinking. But she’d known he would leave one day when she’d agreed to be intimate with him. So why had she let herself become entrapped and entangled in the now where she dreamed of some kind of future with the man she adored?

She’d thought she had some kind of rein on her emotions, but apparently, she did not. It was all she could do not to give in to her girlish whims and fantasize about how a future with Jay would be like. It would be glorious, she knew, but she had to be realistic. If she were him, she wouldn’t have wanted to marry someone like herself. Why, there were probably tons of English ladies willing to marry him at a minute’s notice!

Sighing, Anita walked to the entrance of the temple to put on her slippers. Just as she did, she heard the young woman cry, “How do you know, mother? How could you possibly know that he isn’t seeing another woman?”

Startled, Anita waited for the other woman’s reply. But the older lady’s voice was too calm and too soft for Anita to hear.

“I cannot stop him from taking another wife, you know that! We have five daughters, and that alone is enough reason for him to take another wife. He’s always wanted sons, you know that.”

Anita’s heart ached for the poor woman, and she shook her head sadly as she turned away from the temple. She was lucky she did not have a problem like that with Jay.

As soon as that thought entered her mind, she let out a frustrated groan. Jay was not her husband, so why would she have that thought in the first place? Gods, she was going crazy! She needed to get her situation clear in her head.

She was deep in thought, taking the short route home through a forest clearing, when she felt someone following her. It was early in the evening and the sun was still bright, so she didn’t worry too much about things a woman should worry about when walking escort yalova through the forest. But when she turned around to see if there was anyone walking behind her, there was no one there. She walked a few more steps and turned around again, quickly, and saw something jump hastily into a nearby bush.

Relieved that it was not some kind of sexual predator, but amused at the creature, Anita resumed walking towards home.

But it wasn’t long before she felt like she was being followed again. She turned, and the mongrel looked startled. It took two steps back then yipped at her. Anita laughed. It was so adorable, not more than a pup, in fact. When she moved toward it, it moved back. When she walked, it followed her.

At the end of the clearing, she knelt and called for the puppy to come to her. It seemed hesitant, looking at her then around her for signs of danger. Seeing none, it took little steps forward until Anita could reach out and scratch its head.

She’d never seen a dog like this one before. It had so much hair – too much, in fact. It had to be a special breed or something. She’d never seen dogs like that, but she’d heard of them. A lot of English people kept dogs like that in their houses.

She scratched his head, then his chin, and he made a purring sound like he was enjoying her administrations. He sidled closer to her as well, rubbing his small body along her thigh.

“Who do you belong to, little one?” she asked, scooping him up in her arms. “Who did you run away from?”

He was so light and so easy to carry around. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d held anything so precious… well, maybe the day Meera was born, but not much after that. The little man was so cute as well, snuggling into her arms and purring when she petted him.

When the house was in sight, she put him down though she was loathe to, and told him to run off to where he’d come from. He simply looked at her, head tilted, large brown eyes blinking with innocence.

“Um, shoo.” She made elaborate hand gestures but he didn’t move.

In the end, she decided to walk into the house by herself, leaving him behind. But before she could close the back gate, he wheedled himself in through the crack and entered the house. He pranced on his short legs and yipped at her again, thinking they were playing a game.

“Oh, no, little one. You’re not supposed to be in here,” she worried, shooting a glance to Jay’s window on the second floor. She assumed he was still in the library, working on whatever he worked on all the time.

She opened the gate again, gesturing for the dog to go back home. It didn’t move.

“What’s that?” Nanthini called from the kitchen window.

Anita looked from the dog to the woman. “Um, it’s a dog.”

“Looks like a squirrel to me. What is it doing here?”

“It followed me home and doesn’t want to leave.”

“Just take a stick and whack it. It’ll know it’s not welcome. Come in. It’s time to start cooking dinner.”

Nanthini disappeared, leaving Anita staring at the fluffy mongrel. He stared back at her, almost as if he was chastising her for even thinking about picking up a twig.

“What am I to do with you?” she thought aloud. Just then, a bee whizzed past them, and the dog took off after it, prancing on its little feet. Panicked that it would get into the house, Anita flew after it, only to find that the faster she ran, the faster the dog ran as well. It was like playing a game.

She ended up chasing it around the backyard, the dog yipping occasionally and she laughing even though she was out of breath. It was so small and yet it ran like a bullet, challenging her. In a final attempt to catch it, she lunged for the bundle of energy and caught it by the waist, dragging it across the grass and cuddling it against her chest. Panting heavily, it kicked upwards and licked her chin. She squealed and fell to the grass.

Jay felt like a pervert. He’d been watching Anita ever since she’d stepped through the gate with the dog. The dog’s sharp yips had shaken him out of his literary musings, and he’d found himself attracted to watching her when she didn’t know she was being watched. It affected him in a way he couldn’t begin to understand. It was somewhat sexual, but yet again, it affected his heart more than his dick. It was as though his desire stemmed from his attraction to her character more than her luscious, delicious body.

And then she’d begun running around the yard, chasing the dog, and he’d felt need for her pool low in his belly. If someone had shot a syringe of whiskey through his blood, it would’ve had the same impact on him. He groaned, laying his head against the glass of th window, trying to cool his blood.

But then he heard her squeal, and all his efforts went to waste. She laughed, and his blood hummed faster.

God, he wanted to kiss her.

The thought only had to enter his mind before he was pushing away from the window and taking the stairs down two at a time and striding yalova escort bayan to the backyard. He ignored the maid in the kitchen and shoved open the back door. Anita was lying on the grass with the dog under her, ticking its belly like she would a baby’s. When she heard the door open with a slam, she looked up with a startled expression on her face.

When she saw Jay, she righted herself quickly and stood. A guilty expression crossed her face.

“Did we disturb you? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make so much noise,” she admitted sheepishly.

He shook his head enigmatically and crooked a finger at her. She tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ears and came forward. When she was within touching distance, he curled an arm around her waist, pulled her roughly to his chest and kissed her fiercely. She tried to push him off for a moment – she managed to remember that Nanthini was nearby – but not for long. It was a matter of seconds before she gave in to the pressure of his lips because she couldn’t help but do so.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss by any means. If she hadn’t known better, it was as though he was marking his possession, branding her as his. She didn’t know what had made him want her this way at such an odd time of the day, but she didn’t mind. There was something terribly exciting about the way his eyes gleamed and his lips caressed hers.

As she always did, she became malleable and pliant, leaving him to handle her in whatever way he wished. When he pulled his lips from hers, she wasn’t the only one who was shocked.

“What the -,” he bit off, and both of them looked down to find the dog growling and pulling at his pantleg.

“Oh, shoo. Go away! Go. Shoo!” Anita tried to wave it away.

But the dog seemed intent on protecting its new mistress from her ravisher and continued attacking Jay’s pants with a vengeance.

“I’m sorry,” Anita said, reaching down to scoop the bundle of adorable nonsense into her arms. “He was very nice to me outside. I don’t know what possessed him.”

“Males tend to be very possessive when it comes to their females,” he said without a hint of amusement in his voice. Her eyes rose to lock with his and she saw the intensity in them that made her tremble. It excited her, his new need for her, and her eyes dropped to his lips. But when she moved closer to him, the dog growled and she bit back a resigned smile.

He didn’t bother to mask his frustration. “I don’t care what you do with that thing. Skin it, bury it, hide it in a pot with boiling water, anything! I want you right now.”

“But I- Nanthini’s waiting -.”

“Tell her I need you up there to fix my torn pantleg or something. I’m sure she can handle dinner by herself.”

She ran her fingers over the dog’s head, anything to keep her trembling hands away from his sight. “I will see you there in a few minutes.”

Back in the kitchen, she took a shallow bowl and filled it with water. As soon as she set it down, the dog began to lap at it with its small tongue. Anita stroked its head a few times, encouraging it to drink, before fetching the biscuit tin and pouring a handful of biscuits on the floor. As with the water, the dog quickly began to make its way through the biscuits. Anita didn’t wait for the dog to finish its meal; she had more pressing matters to attend to.

She made her excuses to Nanthini, – who seemed to have missed Jay’s ardent display of affection – scrubbed her hands free of fur, and headed upstairs.

She was hurrying to the bedroom when a hand shot out of the library and dragged her inside. Her back was against the closed door before she could comprehend what had happened.

“Don’t move,” he whispered against her ear, his body pressing hers into the unyielding wood, his warm breath making her shiver. One hand delved into her hair and tilted her neck to the side so that his teeth could rasp against the long column. When she trembled against him, he nipped lightly at her bottom lip. “Don’t move,” he repeated. “I want to taste you.”

He’d become an expert in manipulating her gowns and saris. Today, she was still in her sari after visiting the temple. Saris were the easiest to untangle. If he undid her petticoat, the rest of the sari would fall to the floor after it. But he took his time getting to that point, caressing every bit of exposed skin from her neck to the temptation of her beautifully sculpted navel.

He was on his knees in front of her when he reached behind her and pulled at the strings to her petticoat. The material fell, leaving her bare except for the sari blouse she still sported.

She was perfect. He could already smell her before he touched her. For several moments, he simply laid his forehead against her stomach and breathed in her scent. His hands caressed her hips, dipping teasingly low, then moving back to her waist. Slowly, excruciatingly, he placed kisses down her stomach, over the thatch of curls and on the little nub that she was so sensitive to.

At the first flick of his tongue, her back arched, pushing herself more firmly into her mouth. A nip to her nether lips had her trembling. The friction of his tongue was indescribable! His pace was unrelenting as his tongue flicked across her bud repeatedly. She wanted desperately to bury her fingers in his hair, but she felt like she couldn’t move, so she settled for fisting her hands.

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My wife Cindy is a hopeless exhibitionist and cock tease. She seems to be driven by some deep inner need to be the centre of attention wherever she goes. In the early days of our relationship it use to be a great source of tension but over the years I have gotten use to it and have learned how to use it to heat up our sex life.

Cindy has an attractive face and is what one might call petite. She is four feet nine inches tall with a relatively small pair of breasts. Cindy however has the largest pair of nipples I have ever seen on a woman. When she gets excited they simply poke out at you like small dicks beneath whatever she is wearing over them. Needless to say Cindy never wears any bras.

To the best of my knowledge Cindy has not been fucking around on me during our marriage. I know that there is a steady stream of men who approach her sexually but she seems to be able to keep the men interested in her without having to fuck them. I have seen her cross the line a few times when we were out but that usually occurs when we are in the game mode.

Our games have become more daring over the years. Her favourite game is one in which we go to a nightclub and she singles out a man to tease for the night. When things begin to get really hot between them I would intervene and rescue her. Cindy has become more daring over the years. I have sat and watched men playing with her nipples while she rubbed her ass against their cocks on the dance floor.

Tonight we were planning to see just how far Cindy could go with her favourite game. In the past I would usually intervene when things began to get really hot but we were prepare to see just how far she could take the game tonight. It was my intention to give her a free reign to go as far as she wanted to or as far as I could take.

“So what do you think about this dress Steve. Does my ass look good in this one?” Cindy was wearing a black satin dress that clung to her hips and ass like an excited lover. She had been force to stop wearing it out because of the sheer number of men who would hit on her in the clubs when we went out.

“Turn around let me see how your ass looks.” As Cindy turned around I could feel my cock beginning to twitch in my pants. “Shit baby your ass looks good enough to eat then fuck in that dress.” I pulled her close to me and ran my hands over the smooth fabric covering her shapely ass. “Your ass not only looks good but it also feel good baby.”

I could see the look of satisfaction on Cindy’s face. She simply thrived on compliments and the knowledge that her sex appeal was being appreciated. “Suppose the man reaches down and run’s his hand under my dress Steve will you be ok with that?”

I inched the dress up over Cindy’s ass. She was wearing a black g-string that snaked between her the crack of her ass and her pussy lips. “Babes tonight you get to choose how far you want to go. If he is going too far for me I will give you the signal. If he is going too far for you, give me the signal.”

“Sometimes I want to go further but I am always thinking about how you might be feeling.” Cindy took my hand and placed it between her legs. “See how wet you have my cunt already. I am warning you Steve if you don’t recue me tonight I might go all the way. I am feeling super horny.”

It was our policy not to fuck before we went out. We both preferred to be in a state of extreme sexual excitement when we got to our destination. I got on my knees while Cindy placed her right leg over my shoulder. Sucking her cunt almost to the point of orgasm would create more tension in her body preparing her to seek some kind of relief when we got to the club later on.

Cindy had a dreamy look on her face as my tongue made contact with her already dripping pussy. “Oh fuck Steve I would just love to feel another man’s tongue sliding into my pussy tonight. Oh god baby I want to fuck another man tonight.”

“Ok honey if that is what you want to do.” The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to think it through. I guess I had known she wanted to fuck another man for a long time. Sometime in our fantasy game I would pretend to be a total stranger who picked her up and fucked her. Cindy really got worked up during those sessions.

“Are you sure you will be ok with that baby. I would really love to be fucked by another man but only if you would be there to watch me do it.” Cindy grabbed my head forcing my tongue deeper into her cunt. “Oh god baby I am so fucking excited I could cum right now.”

It was almost time for us to go. Cindy back away from my tongue and fixed her dress. “I am so fucking excited Steve. I can’t wait to get to the club.” Cindy grabbed her bag and headed out the door with me hot in pursuit. We were finally going to live out one of my wife’s hottest fantasies. As perverse as it sounds I was also excited. Her antics over the years had been exciting and I would always find myself with a hard on after watching her teasing some poor man’s cock in çanakkale escort the past.

The drive to the club was uneventful. We chatted about the logistics of the night. We agreed that it would be safer to bring the man back to our apartment. I did not like the idea of my wife fucking a stranger in his car in the car park of the club.

We agreed that I would leave ahead of them so I would be in the apartment before they arrived. We use dim blue light in our bedroom so it would be easy for me to conceal myself in our clothes closet. We set a time limit of forty five minutes in the bedroom. Her signal to end the session would be a call from me in the closet.

The Alligator Longue was an upscale night club with bouncers at the door and lots of security on the inside and in the car park. We frequented this club because of the more mature clientele. Cindy preferred older men to flirt with since they were more likely to behave themselves once she put on the breaks.

“Good luck baby. I will be watching your every move so give me a really good show tonight.” I leaned over and kissed Cindy on her lips. I could see that she was excited at the prospects the night held out to her. She got out the car and headed for the entrance of the club alone. I waited until she was inside then I followed her.

Old year’s night affairs are big events in Barbados. Every one dresses, up mainly in black outfits, and heads to the night spots hoping to get lucky. Ringing out the old and ringing in the new was a tradition dating back as long as anyone could remember. My cock jerked in my pants as I thought about what my wife would be ringing into her pussy later that night.

The Lounge was very crowded with men and women all looking to have one last fling for the old year. I chose a seat near the bar which gave me a clear view of the dance floor. Cindy did most of her flirting on the dance floor but occasionally she would take a seat or go on the outside of the club.

It was not hard to pick Cindy out on the dance floor. She was sandwiched between two men who clearly looked as though they would have been willing to fuck her right there and then. She had both her hands in the air while she rubbed her ass and crotch against the two men’s genital region.

I could see she was going in for the kill. I watched almost as though in a trance as one of the men got adventurous and ran his hand up her leg raising her tight dress to the point where her panty was exposed. The man behind her sensing that she was game for something more exciting than dancing pulled up the back of her dress exposing most of her ass.

Cindy leaned back against the man behind her while she allowed the one in front to lift her on to his hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist while the man stated dry fucking her on the dance floor. From where I stood it looked as though both men were planning to cum while rubbing their cocks against my wife’s ass and cunt respectively.

The man behind her had worked his hands around her chest and was squeezing Cindy’s large nipples. From experience I knew that when Cindy’s nipples were squeezed during foreplay it was just a matter of time before she would be craving some hard cock up her cunt.

I watched as one of the man’s hand continued to work Cindy’s nipples while the other worked its way down to her cunt. I could not help but notice how dark the room was tonight. It was almost as thought management had made a decision to make it an anything goes night in the Lounge.

It was hard for me to see what exactly was transpiring but it looked as though the man in front my wife had managed to get his cock free of his pants and was now driving it up my wife wet cunt hole while the man behind her fondled her breast and clit. I could feel my cock swelling in my pants. I reached down and rubbed my cock as I continued to watch them.

The DJ must have noticed how wild things were getting on the dance floor. As the tempo in the music changed, people on the dance floor started hooking up for more traditional dancing patterns. Cindy and her two partners clearly did not like the change in the tempo of the music. They drifted off the dance floor and took a seat not too far from where I was sitting.

Cindy looked in my direction and flashed me a smile. I was intrigued but what I had just seen and wanted to see what would happen next. Both men took seats on the opposite sides of my wife. It was clear they both wanted to continue what they had started on the dance floor.

This was the point where I would usually intervene and rescue her but that was not on the agenda tonight. She was free to proceed however she wanted. My wife placed her back against the seat while raising both knees slightly above the table level. One of the men took a tentative look around the club then disappeared under the table.

From the expression on my wife’s face I could see that the man tongue çanakkale escort bayan was busy at work on her hot cunt beneath the table. The other man had freed his cock which was now cradled in my wife’s hand as she vigorously began stroking him. I quickly surveyed the rest of the club to see who else might have been watching my wife’s little private show.

I could not help but notice that they were other couples scattered around the club being equally adventurous. My eye rested on two women locked in passionate embrace within touching distance of my wife and the two men. The man beneath the table came up for air giving the other man the opportunity to do some under table exploration.

He was about to disappear under the table when my wife stopped him. She clearly had something else in mind. Cindy slipped under the table allowing both men to sit closer together. She had always told me that she wanted to suck two cocks at the same time. The opportunity was presenting itself to her and nothing was holding her back.

My feelings at this point were very conflicting. I felt a tinge of jealousy but that feeling was being crowded out but a much stronger feeling of desire and passion. Watching Cindy letting go in this fashion was taking me to a place I had never been before emotionally or sexually.

When my wife’s head reappeared above the table both men looked like they had just won the lottery. They sat and chatted for a few minutes before Cindy got up and walked over to me. She was all smiles as she took a seat on my lap. “So how was it Steve? Was my little show hot enough for you baby?”

“You are sitting on my cock baby so you should know just how hot you were. I almost came on myself when you disappeared under the table. Did you take both their cocks in your mouth together?” Cindy looked in the direction of the two men and waved them over.

“Steve, I would like you to meet Mike and Dave.” We shook hand as Cindy informed me that both men were willing to join us for some drinks at our apartment. We had already gone too far to turn back so I readily agreed and suggested that we leave immediately. No one seemed to have any objections to my plan so we took our leave of the club.

Neither Mike nor Dave had driven so we all piled into my Corolla station wagon and headed for our apartment. Cindy sat in the back with Mike and Dave. She clearly did not intend to wait until we reached our apartment to pick up from where she had left off in the club.

I glanced in the rear view mirror in time to see Cindy reach under her dress and pulled her g-string off. She reached forward and placed it on my head. “Try to keep your eyes on the road Steve while I get some more of these two hard cocks.”

It was a tall order expecting me to be totally focused on the road while she either fucked or sucked two strangers in the back seat of my car. For her sake and indeed for the safety of us all, I tried to keep my eyes on the road while occasionally stealing a glance behind me to see what was going on. Cindy positioned herself between mike and Dave so she could take one cock in her cunt while she sucked the other.

“Oh fuck Steve. I never thought fucking two men together would be so damn good. Harder Mike. Ram your big black cock up my cunt baby.” Cindy was in a zone all by herself. Her moans told me that she was nearing her peak of sexual ecstasy. “Oh god I am cumming. Fuck me harder with your big cock Mike.” Aghhhhhhhhh. I am fucking cumming.”

After cumming my wife continued sucking Dave and Mike alternatively until we reached our apartment. Cindy took the lead and headed straight for the bedroom. She placed a chair in front our bed and told me to sit on it. Cindy went to the chest of drawers where she keeps her sex toys and took out four strands of rope.

“I am going to tie you to this chair so you will be forced to watch Dave and Mike fuck me till I am ready to pass out baby.” The night had taken a different twist and I was prepared to go with the flow. Dave and Mike undressed and got on the bed while Cindy secured my hands and feet to the chair.

“I don’t want you to miss a second of the action baby so pay close attention.” Cindy jumped on the bed between Dave and Mike. The feeling of jealousy started to surge again in me. I could see why my wife was so excited. She had a thing for thick long cocks. Both Dave and Mike were well endowed with cocks much bigger than mine.

Tied to the chair I felt so helpless. I could understand how a man would feel after being force to watch his wife fuck another man. My case was very different. I had chosen this experience. I was a willing participant so I knew I would have to master my emotion and enjoy the experience for what it was worth.

“Baby do you want to see Dave and Mike suck my cunt together.” I meekly shook my head as both men positioned themselves so they could eat my wife cunt together. Mike got between her escort çanakkale legs and promptly sank his tongue into Cindy wet cunt. Dave stayed on the bed so he could lick Cindy’s clit as Mike tongue fucked her.

“Oh baby this feel so fucking great. I wish you were feeling what I am feeling now honey.” Dave’s long hard cock was within reach of my wife’s hand. She reached for it and started stroking Dave’s cock vigorously. I knew just how good Dave felt because Cindy has a firm grip and her stroking increase in intensity as she became more excited.

Mike had his cock in his hand and was stroking himself to keep his cock hard and ready for whatever Cindy had in mind. Cindy had her other hand on Mike’s head forcing his mouth hard against her crotch. My wife loves to have her cunt eaten but as her passion mounts she must have a hard cock in her cunt.

I knew it was only a matter of time before she would throw one of the two men down on his back and mount his cock. “Oh Shit Dave. I want your big cock in my cunt.” Dave waited to see what position she wanted to be fucked in. I could have told him to get on his back.

“On your back Dave, so I can sit on this long hard cock and ride it till I am in heaven.” Cindy straddled Dave’s body bringing her cunt down on the head of his swollen cock. I watched as my wife gingerly lowered herself on Dave’s cock. She took about half the shaft up her cunt before raising herself up again. She repeated the process over and over giving her cunt time to adjust to Dave’s huge cock inside her tight pussy.

Mike joined them on the bed. Cindy had already taken two cocks in her mouth that night. I figure she would want to try two cocks in her cunt as well. I was dead wrong this time. “Put it in my ass Mike. I want to feel your cock up my ass hole.”

The night was proving to be full of surprises. Over the years I have fucked my wife in her ass only once. She did not seem to enjoy the experience so I never brought it back up again. Now here she was literally begging a total stranger to fuck her in her ass.

Mike took the tube on KY jelly Cindy had placed on the bed and lubricated his cock and Cindy’s ass hole. “Be gentle at first Mike. I will tell you when to fuck my ass harder.” Mike nodded as he placed the head of his cock between the crack of Cindy’s ass.

“Aghhhhhh. Not so hard Mike. Treat my ass like if you were fucking a virgin. We all laughed as Mike pulled his cock out Cindy’s ass to smear some more KY jelly on his cock. “Don’t worry Cindy I will be very gentle this time.” Mike was true to his word. The extra lubrication also seemed to have helped because I did not hear another word of complaint from my wife as Mike’s cock disappeared up her ass hole.

I had mastered my feeling of jealousy again and was now totally enjoying watching Dave and Mike fuck my wife really well on our bed. “Oh fuck baby I think I am going to cum on myself.” It was years since I had been able to have an orgasm simply my contracting the muscles in my crotch region. With my hands tied to the chair that was all I could do and it worked.

Cindy paused for a moment to look at me. “You poor baby. It must be hard on your cock watching me get fucked like this baby. When I have had enough of these two cocks I will come and work on yours my love.” Cindy started backing her ass onto Mike’s cock. “Fuck my ass Mike. I want it really hard now baby.”

Both Dave and Mike sensed that my wife was about to explode and decided to explode with her. “Oh shit I am cumming.” Dave groaned beneath Cindy as he shot his load into her hot pussy. “Give it to me Dave. Full my aching pussy with your hot sperm.”

Mike pulled out his cock in time to so he could cum all over my wife’s shapely ass. I was surprised that Cindy had not yet cum but I soon discovered why she held back. She had another surprise in store for me. Cindy jumped off the bed and went over to the chest of drawers. She returned with a silk scarf folded to make a blind fold for my eyes.

“I won’t be the only one doing new things tonight baby.” From time to time in our sex games we reversed roles where she would assume the male role and I would become her bitch. Cindy loves to use her strap on dildo on me during those periods of role reversal.

We had talked about the possibility of having another man join us in one of those sessions but to date it had never materialized. Cindy clearly wanted to seize the moment and explore this fantasy for what it was worth. I could hear them whispering on the bed as my wife gave instruction to Mike and Dave.

“I think you are going to like this little game we will play now baby.” I felt Cindy’s hands hand working on the zip of my pants as she freed my cock. “Ummmmmm baby. I have had their cocks in my pussy and mouth now I want to taste your sperm going down my throat.” I felt my wife mouth cover my cock as she started sucking my revived cock for all she was worth.

I felt the pressure of her hand remove from my cock then new pressure was applied. “Oh baby I am going to suck your cock and make you come.” In my blind folded state it was hard for me to tell what was happening to me. In my mind things felt different to what I was accustomed. I could feel familiar hand playing with my cock and balls but there were moments when everything felt so different.

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Arinna couldn’t believe the situation she now found herself in. “Stupid, stupid girl,” she muttered to herself under her breath. “You just had to walk back to the hotel and not take a carriage. You’re going to get everything you deserve for this foolishness, and you know it.”

“But of course you are, my dear. That’s what you’re here for,” came a deep, chuckling voice from the shadows, causing Arinna to startle. “And I am so looking forward to giving you all that you deserve – and more!”

And it was quite a predicament Arinna found herself in. After being snatched from the dark street by the two men who were following her, she had passed out from the cholorform-soaked cloth they pressed to her mouth. Now that she was awake, she found that she had been stripped of her outer garments, leaving only her corset and bloomers to cover her body. There were leather straps, circling her wrists and ankles, tying her to the four corners of a surprisingly large and comfortable bed. Her hair had come undone, red curls spilling around her shoulders, no longer confined to the pins that had held her fashionable hairstyle in place. She assumed it had come undone while they were transporting her to this place. Wherever that was.

“Are you afraid to show yourself to me,” Arinna spat, “or do you always have to face women who are helpless and in the dark?”

“Oh, no,” he said, as he struck a match and lit several candles on a table a short distance away from the bed, keeping his back to her while shielding her eyes from the sudden light. “I don’t have to hide from you at all. After all, darling, we know each other very well. Very well indeed.”

He turned around, and Arinna couldn’t believe her eyes. He was still as tall and dark as she remembered. His eyes a piercing blue that could see through her and into her soul. He was the only one she had ever truly loved. And she had left him. Her husband.

“James,” she sighed, silently rejoicing inside that it was he that held her captive. She had been afraid all these years that he had forgotten her, or hated her so much that he never wanted to see her again. She wondered again why she had had to leave. But then she remembered. Because she had loved him too much. And despite the thrill that ran through her at seeing him again, she knew from the cold look in his eyes that this was not a joyous reunion for him. He was different, and she didn’t know what was in store for her.

“Hello, Ari,” he responded, his voice smooth yet menacing as he moved towards the bed – their marriage bed! – pushing aside the curtains surrounding it and leaning against one of its tall posts, the one securing her left ankle. “And how has my wayward wife been all this time?”

“Am I still your wife,” she asked? “I should have thought your family could have gotten you a divorce secretly enough so as not to shame their name. After all, what were you thinking, marrying someone like me?”

“Who I choose to marry and who I chose to divorce is not my family’s concern,” he snapped, anger radiating from him in waves. “I told you that then, but you felt you knew better. You just had to make a martyr of yourself. Didn’t you understand me when I said that I didn’t care about my father’s ambitions? Didn’t you realize I didn’t need my ‘family?’ All I needed was you. And you believed them, and not me. You left.

“I loved you more than anything, and you turned your back on me. You obviously couldn’t learn what it meant to be a wife then, but now that I have you here again, you will learn, and you will finally obey me.”

All she could do was stare at him, waves of regret crashing over her, and tears threatening to seep from her eyes. She knew he was going to extract his revenge on her, and she knew that she deserved it. But what had she driven him to do? A curl of warmth began to blossom down in her belly as her mind began racing, thinking of what he might do to her. She yearned to be touched by him in any way. It had been so long!

He moved to untie her ankle, and the around the other side of the bed to do the same to the other. Then her right hand was released. But when he moved to the left wrist, he brought her right wrist to it, tying them together before releasing it from the bedpost.

“I don’t want you running away from me just yet, pet,” he said, as he jerked her to her feet from the bed. “I have so much to teach you about being a wife.”

As he dragged her by her tied hands to the center of their marriage suite, her eyes, only now grown accustomed to the dim light, saw the changes he had made. No longer were there lush padded chairs for the two of them to sit in, side by side, as they rested before the fireplace after a long day. Now, to one side, there was a padded bench, approximately waist high, with chains and locks attached to the corners. On the other side of the room was what appeared to be a wooden X, again with chains and locks on all corners. A table, set with a delicate lace cloth, held bursa escort what appeared to be various whips and paddles, as well as pointed instruments and other things she had never seen before. Arinna’s eyes grew wider as she realized that these were for her. Her husband intended to punish her thoroughly, and her heart sank a little at the realization. James no longer loved her, but hated her, and this was her reward for abandoning him.

“When I saw you at the theater on that stage after all this time, I couldn’t believe it was you,” he said, pulling her hands above her head to attach her connected wrists to a doubled-up chain coming from the ceiling that she hadn’t even noticed. He fastened her so high, she nearly had to stand on her tip-toes so as not to strain her arms too much in their sockets.

“After all this time, you had finally come back within my reach,” he continued calmly, as he grabbed something from the table. “You can’t imagine how much I have waited for this moment, to finally teach you your place. You see, I’ve been doing some research, my dear, and it seems I used all the wrong things to keep you by my side.” He reached up and attached a collar with a ring on it around her neck. “You thought my father was in control of our lives. Instead, you should have thought we were in control, and more specifically, me, as your husband.”

“But James, your father said he would disown you if you didn’t get rid of me,” Arinna said, tears now beginning to slowly roll down her cheeks, as James turned back toward the table for another object. “I knew you would never send me away and you would lose the life you had worked so hard for. I had to leave. You didn’t deserve to have me as a millstone around your neck.”

“But it was MY choice, my dear,” he said as he turned back to her. “It wasn’t yours or my father’s to make for me.”

“But . . .” Arinna tried to speak, but James was too quick for her. He thrust into her open mouth a smooth wooden ball with an attached post and quickly buckled the straps behind her head. As she tossed her head and thrust her tongue against the object that now silenced her, she realized that while the ball keeping her mouth open was humiliating enough, he had made it even worse – the post was a short, thick phallus, with a very realistic head. The only thing she could do was accept the invader filling her mouth. She whimpered against the gag, as he smiled coldly.

“Can’t have you making too much noise now, my dearest,” he tisked as he ran his hand down the side of her face and tapping his finger against the ball gag. “This is all part of you learning your place. You may as well get used to it, sweetheart.”

He trailed his hands down the sides of her corset, resting his hands on the curve of her waist, and pressing them together, nearly encircling her waist with the span of his fingers.

“You’ve lost weight my dear,” he said. “Pining after me?” He reached around a smacked her buttock with his open hand. She jumped against him at the sensation, and he grabbed her ass with his hands, pressing her fully up against him. He ground her hips into his, and she could feel his arousal against her through his breeches. He bent his head, trailing gnawing kisses across her neck as she moaned into the gag and her head drooped backwards.

The warmth in her belly burst into flame as he began kissing her breasts that were pushed up by the corset. It had been more than four years since James had touched her, and she hadn’t been able to bring herself to find another lover to fill the void that had been left inside her. She arched against him, straining on her toes to make him touch as much of her as possible. She wished her arms were free so that she could wrap them around him fully – but that was one wish she wasn’t going to be granted tonight.

He reached into her bloomers with his right hand, and began probing in between her thighs, forcing her to open her legs. Finding the wetness already gathering there, he used it to slide up and down her pussy, finally coming to rest on her clitoris. Arinna’s scream was muffled by the gag, as the sensations of finally being touched there overpowered her.

He continued to roughly caress her, causing her buck against him in the throes of passion. Quickly, he brought her to a climax, as she shuddered and slumped against him, sweat breaking out across her brow and trickling down between her breasts.

“Missed me, did you,” James asked, as he stepped away from her. She strained towards him, but he was already out of reach and had turned back to the table. Arinna couldn’t believe how quickly he had made her respond to him.

Once again, he picked up something from the table that she couldn’t quite see. He stepped behind her, out of her view, and she next felt his hand in the waistband of her bloomers. He roughly jerked them down her legs and forced her to step out of them. Then he reached around bursa escort bayan in front of her, and drew a belt around her waist. It had a strap hanging down in front that had two holes bored into the middle of it. She wasn’t quite certain what was now in store for her.

Again at the table, James picked up two dark objects. Returning behind her, he drew the strap up between her legs and fumbled with it for a bit. Then her feet were abruptly kicked to the side, spreading her as wide as possible. She felt something cold and smooth press into her vagina, and realized that he was inserting another wooden phallus deep into her pussy. He pumped it back and forth a few times, and then withdrew it. Soon, however, he replaced it again. It was attached to the strap connected to her waist. She assumed he would buckle it behind her to keep it imprisoned within her body so she couldn’t expel it herself. She was correct, but not about the fullness of his intent.

Arinna felt something solid and wet begin probing at her tightest hole. As she began to tense, James grabbed one of her buttocks and pulled up on it, opening her up whether she wanted to or not. “Shhhhhh, darling! Relax. You can take it in,” he soothed her, biting at her neck and sending shivers up and down her spine as she tried to relax to allow the invasion.

Slowly, inexorably, he slid the plug past her anal ring. She made small whimpers through the gag, as it painfully stretched her wider and wider. Finally, with a sharp pain, he thrust its largest point into her, eliciting a muffled shriek from her as her ass clenched around the indentation in the plug, securing it within her bowels. As he jerked the end of the strap up to the waistband, securing everything in place, she realized that the strap stimulated her clitoris as she adjusted her weight on either foot. She was skewered by the two phalluses, filled fuller than she ever had been before.

James stepped in front of her, surveying the picture she made – bound, gagged, collared, corseted, filled and plugged. He smiled again. “Good. Very good. Perhaps you’re now learning how to be a proper wife, my dearest,” he said.

He reached for one of the small whips Arinna had noticed earlier. Her eyes grew wide as she realized his intentions. “Don’t worry, pet,” he said. “It won’t be all that bad. After all, this is the first session we’re having. Must go easy on you the first time.” He moved behind her, and began.

First to receive his ministrations was her back, where the blows were somewhat cushioned by her corset. However, the first time the whip made contact with her bare ass, she yelped and jumped forward. Over and over, he plied the whip, making her ass cheeks turn red, and begin to slightly puff up. She realized, however, that he was not using the full force of his body on her. This was merely a teasing, not a true whipping. She was thankful for small favors.

James seemed to whip her for hours, but in reality it was only for several minutes. He would deliver a few quick strokes, and then slowly draw it across her skin, only to come back again with quick strokes. She couldn’t anticipate where or when he would ply the lash to her, and it made her dizzy. All the while, the phalluses made their presence known, shifting inside her each time her body jerked, stimulating her, rubbing against each other with only the small membrane separating them, driving her mad. The strap against her clitoris was driving her wild as well, but not stimulating her enough to push her over the edge again. Tears streamed down her face, and she didn’t know if they were from the pain of the lash or from the frustration of the objects inside of her. And she didn’t care.

She was sobbing into her gag when she realized that he had stopped and was again in front of her. He reached behind her head and loosened the gag, taking it out of her mouth and letting it dangle from her neck. Before she could even form words to speak, his mouth was on hers, kissing her for the first time in four years. Again, she strained against him, nearly delirious with passion at feeling his lips on hers again. He cruelly grabbed her hair with one hand, jerking her head back as he pushed the strap to the side and rubbed her clitoris with the other, all the while ravaging her with his mouth and tongue. Arinna could only moan with delight, pushing against him for all she was worth, tears streaming down her face.

All too soon, he drew away from her, quickly grabbing the gag, stuffing it back into place and tightening it behind her head. Arinna couldn’t be certain, but it looked as if he had been as shaken as she at the electricity that passed between them when they kissed. Her heart leapt at the thought that he wasn’t as untouched emotionally by her as he was making her believe. Could there be hope for them after all? She knew she couldn’t get her hopes too high, but the thought was there, and she clung to escort bursa it. She knew she could go through any ordeal he put her through; so long as there was the possibility that he still loved her.

She was startled out of her reverie when she felt his hands on the chain attached to her wrist cuffs. She was released, one arm at a time, and pain shot through her upper arms as the blood rushed back to them. James roughly massaged them for a short period. But then he forced her wrists behind her back, locking them together. “Don’t think your lesson is over yet,” he said.

James grabbed a soft rope from the table. Spinning her so she faced away from him, he attached the rope to her wrist cuffs, and slowly began winding the rope around both her arms, pinioning her arms together, all the way up to her elbows. This caused her back to arch even more, and thrust her breasts out alarmingly far. He spun her back around to face him, and caressed her breasts, reaching into the corset and kneading them, pulling on her nipples.

“Wait here,” he said, kissing the tops of her breasts.

He went to the cushioned bench and pushed it so that it was underneath the chain she had previously been pinioned to. He then pushed her so that her hips were against the top of the bench and kicked apart her feet. Bending down, he fastened her ankle cuffs to the sides of the bench, spread-eagling her legs painfully. The phalluses quivered inside of her, tormenting her, but did not move otherwise because of the strap still holding them in place.

Grabbing her by the ring in the collar, he forced her to bend over the bench, thrusting her ass into the air, and exposing everything. The devices inside of her strained against the strap, and she felt twinges of pain where they jutted together sharply. He fastened a chain that was attached to the bottom of the bench to the ring in her collar. He then grabbed a second collar from the table and fastened around her neck. This was attached to one end of the ceiling chain, and the other end was locked to her wrists, painfully bringing her arms up and away from her body.

“Now who is in control here, my dear,” James chuckled as he stepped back to fully view her pinioned body. “Never before have I seen a dove quite so captured.”

Tears ran down her cheeks as she realized that he had her in full submission, and that she would do anything for him, if only he would love her again. She felt abased and alone, almost cold with the fear that he could be doing these things purely out of hate and a desire to see her humiliated. If only he would kiss her again. Perhaps then she could turn this coldness of his into warmth.

Arinna didn’t get her wish. Instead, James bent down and released her mouth from the gag. He then opened up the front of his breeches as he stood in front of her. Grabbing her by the hair, he guided his engorged cock to her mouth. “Take it in, my dear, or it will be worse for you,” he said. She opened her lips and he began to fuck her mouth.

Already exhausted from having the gag in her mouth for so long, Arinna’s jaw muscles screamed in pain from this new assault. Over and over James drove his cock into her mouth, causing her to gag as he hit the back of her throat. To add to her pain, he pushed down on her arms, causing her throat to be choked by the chain attached to it. His cock swelled even bigger in her mouth, it seemed. Oddly, she noticed that the head of his cock was the same size as that of the wooden cock that had been in her mouth.

He continued his assault, and just as she was beginning to see stars from the lack of oxygen, he abruptly withdrew from her mouth and released the pressure on her arms. Again, he forced the ball gag back into her mouth and tightened the strap. Arinna ran her tongue over the phallus part of the gag as she breathed deeply through her nose, regaining lost oxygen. It WAS the same size as his cock, she thought. He had been planning this for a very long time, she realized.

She couldn’t tell, but she knew he had gone over to the table again. He came back and rubbed his hand against her exposed and still reddened buttocks. And then *smack* came the paddle down on her ass as she jumped in response. The collar bit into the back of her neck as she tried to rear back up. Her arms jerked downward as if to protect her punished buttocks, which jerked on the other collar on her neck, slightly choking her, causing her to painfully remember how captive he held her – as if she could forget!

The sting of the paddle was more than that of the lash. She wasn’t quite sure if it was because her ass was already tender from his previous ministrations to it, or if it was because of the paddle’s solidity. Over a dozen times he smacked her with the paddle, moving it until every inch of her buttocks had felt its bite. She was now sobbing uncontrollably.

His hands massaged her ass and he put down the paddle. He began to unfasten the strap around her waist, and with it the strap connected to the phalluses inside her. The first phallus sprang free from her pussy, wet and slippery. However, James had to grab the one in her ass and gradually remove the thick part from her anus. Once that was accomplished, the rest of it slid out quickly with wet popping noise and a muffled shriek from her.

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So a funny thing happened today…

I was walking home from the city along the bike-path, the one flanking Coronation Drive and the stretch of river. Ahead of me was a girl – maybe Indian, Brazilian, Malaysian even, but definitely South Asian – strolling at a slower pace. When she looked out over the river and I saw her in profile, I figured her to be in her mid twenties, almost half my age. It made sense, since the University of Queensland was nearby, so she was probably a student.

And she wore a cute summer dress, a slip of a thing in light cotton that barely reached mid-thigh. Similar to a baby-doll dress, I suppose. It was navy with a smatter of white daisies printed all over it.

Her dress rippled in the breeze, and her hands strayed across her ass in a brief attempt to flatten the dress down. It was a deliberately lazy effort, though, as though she was having a little fun nearly flashing in public. Soon the breeze was back to tugging at the hem until it bested the dress and exposed a whole butt cheek (her black panties were a bikini cut, stretched across half her cheek, bunching slightly towards the crack of her ass). But what a beautifully round and perfectly brown cheek it was, too!

It was all I’d been waiting for, to be honest, so I decided to pick up pace and overtake the girl to be on my way, but as I passed her and she looked over her shoulder at me, I was struck with the sudden thought to compliment her. Perhaps it was the way her dark eyes locked onto mine, or the little mischievous arch to her lips, but it emboldened me.

“I’m going to miss the view,” I smiled.

“What view?” the girl said dryly, inferring my meaning and turning sour.

Seemed I’d misjudged the room: it was one thing to be teasing me with a little show of her rear end, but entirely another for me to bridge the personal space and make contact.

I waved my hand toward the river.

“This one, of course,” I said.

She wasn’t buying it, however.

“Bullshit, you were talking about my body.”

She stopped and turned on me, blocking my path.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean any offence,” I said lamely, wondering if she intended to try and push me in the river.

“So what did you mean, then?”

Fuck a duck, but this girl was determined. I should have just kept my mouth shut.

“If you must know,” I sighed, “the wind lifted your dress, so obviously I was referring to your ass. But, hey, whatever.”

She narrowed her eyes and shook her head slowly at me.

“Yeah, and I bet you had a good look, too,” she sneered.

I was about to simply jog on past her and be done with the confrontation, when I realised I detected a hint of playfulness in her voice. She was enjoying the parry, at making me defend myself. Of twisting the truth from me. Time to play along.

“Well, van escort I certainly looked, but I wouldn’t say it was a good one. The wind had its own ideas on that score.”

She let out a short laugh.

“Yeah, let me know if the wind gets any more clever ideas,” the girl smirked, turning to walk on ahead. “I’d hate to think I was showing the world my knickers.”

I kept pace, maintaining enough distance that it didn’t look creepy to the cyclists whizzing past. The girl glanced over her shoulder, giggling at me following like a love-struck puppy.

She slid her hands down over the curve of her ass, smoothing down the dress, then caught the hem and gave a little flick so the dress flew up and briefly exposed her whole ass. Fuck, it was nice. Two perfect brown globes wobbling with every step, her plain black panties cleaving each cheek.

I swear I started panting like a cartoon wolf, and not from exertion. Leave the jogging to the other bastards; I was staying right where I was behind the girl in the daisy-print summer dress.

She reached a water fountain and stopped for a drink, bending at the hip. The dress rode up her thighs and over her ass, exposing her rear for all passers-by. Two guys drenched in sweat stopped their conversation as they trotted by, heads turning in unison to take in the girl’s exposed derrière.

“You know, you’re ass is so hot I think it needs cooling down,” I suggested.

The girl roared with laughter.

“Oh my god, did you just say that?” she wheezed, her hand covering her mouth. “That’s so corny!”

I wanted to say that it was “so horny” but even I know when to draw the line at cheese.

“I’m serious,” I insisted, pressing the water fountain on and running the water over my other hand. “Here.”

She grinned and positioned herself behind the fountain so I could lift her dress and pat my wet hand over her bare ass. Fuuuuuck it was gorgeous, nice and soft. It was turning me on something chronic.

“Feel better?” I asked breathlessly.

“Much,” she said, biting her bottom lip. “Do you have anything needs cooling down?”

Before I could answer she brushed the back of her hand up the front of my shorts, feeling my semi-erection.

“Yeah you do!” she chuckled. “Come.”

She grabbed me by the shirt-front and pulled me across the bike-path, right in the firing line of a squad of lycra-bedecked enthusiasts. They cursed us as they sped past.

“Up here,” the girl said, pointing to the shrubbery on the incline up to Coronation Drive.

The traffic is always busy and on the move along this road, and there’s nowhere for cars to stop along it. We found a tree that had views of the road but kept us relatively hidden from the bike-path users.

“Gotta get you van escort bayan cooled down,” the girl said hungrily, hurriedly untying the string on my board-shorts and pulling them down to my knees, underpants and all.

My cock sprung up in full view. I wanted to cover myself from the traffic, but the girl wouldn’t allow it.

“Don’t be a pussy,” she laughed, pulling my hands aside and admiring my cock.

She opened her mouth and slowly leaned in until her lips pressed on the head, then she darted her tongue out and spread a gob of saliva across it. Effortlessly she guided her lips across my helmet and down my shaft in one swift movement, almost swallowing me to the balls in her first mouthful. She gagged, but held her position. I could feel her throat constrict on the soft helmet of my cock.

We were observed, I noticed. Faces, indistinct and momentary, wiped past fleetingly, peering from windows. A truck driver bellowed his horn in appreciation after he’d passed, unless it was directed angrily at some moron on the road. But I’d seen his face turn in our direction as he’d sped by, so I was sure the horn was meant for us.

The girl pulled my cock from her mouth with a final dramatic suck, popping it out with a loud smacking of lips.

“Feel cooler?” she asked, a half-smile on her lips as she stared up at me earnestly.

I nodded dumbly, my balls aching for more.

“Wanna see my butt again?”

I nodded again.

The girl stood and turned to face the road, holding onto the rail fence skirting the footpath. First, she reached under her dress and slipped her panties down to below her knees, then spread her legs.

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” she urged.

The traffic was making me nervous: she’d made herself even more apparent now, and in this position she was also clearly visible to anyone down on the bike-path. While the cyclists wouldn’t have time to glance up into the bushes and see us, anyone walking at even a brisk pace could.

“Don’t you wanna see my butt?”

“Yeah, I do,” I stammered, feeling conflicted.

When the girl wiggled it I fell to temptation, and lifted that summer dress for more viewing. Her ass was beautiful, her cheeks parted in this position for me to see her cute little chocolate starfish. I swear it winked at me, the flesh contracting and relaxing to pucker her butthole.

Then I noticed the inside of her thighs were darker. I reached down and ran two fingers up one. She was dripping wet, was why. I kept sliding my fingers up until I found her pussy. It was steamy hot to the touch, and when I rubbed it I could feel her juices actually dripping down onto my hand and running between my fingers.

“Ooooh fuck me,” the girl moaned, turning back to face the traffic. escort van Another car tooted its horn in appreciation.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth.

I held the base of my cock and guided the tip up into her pussy. Her cunt was like a yawning chasm, and was so wet that when I drove my cock all the way home I felt the hair on my balls stick down with her pussy juice.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes…” she was gasping, bucking her hips against me.

I heard voices behind us, and glanced nervously down to the bike-path. Two older women in gym gear were pointing up at us. I couldn’t hear what they said but by the tone of their voices it wasn’t encouraging. They moved on however, shaking their heads.

I kept pumping into the girl as she gasped and moaned. She was going wild, turned on by being fucked in front of traffic in broad daylight. I suppose she was an exhibitionist, and to be honest this proved the perfect way for an exhibitionist to get off. It occurred to me this probably wasn’t the first time she’d done this.

For some reason that thought – the idea she was super slutty and I’d been lucky enough to be chosen for today’s little adventure – brought me to climax.

We were doing it without a rubber so just as I felt my cock get red hot and ready to explode, I yanked free and gave it a quick tug, feeling the sperm fill and burst from the hole on my cock-head. I aimed it between her legs but noticed some landed on her inner thigh. It oozed down over her knee with the patch of pussy juice.

“Fuck damn,” she gasped, smiling back at me, beads of sweat on her forehead.

I knew she couldn’t have cum, unless she had some mini-orgasms. Frankly, as a male I’m pretty oblivious to the female orgasm. I like to think it gave her as much pleasure as it did me.

She slid her panties off all the way and stuffed them into her handbag, then straightening her dress I held her hand as we carefully crept down the hill and back onto the bike-path. She went over to the water fountain and unabashedly began washing the sex juices off her legs, using her hand to cup the water.

I was feeling a bit embarrassed by what had just happened, but the girl just shrugged it off, and we walked for a little bit along the path, laughing about how the people in the cars would have caught only a glimpse of us doing it against the safety fence.

“I turn here,” I said when we’d reached the underpass tunnel that led to behind the hospital across the road.

“Good,” she said strangely, beaming. “Might see you again sometime.”

I suddenly felt compelled to ask for her number, but as she turned on her heel and strolled confidently off, I was struck silent. It was like she just snatched the opportunity away, perhaps to remain all mysterious.

So of course, it was only after I’d gone into the tunnel, hearing the cars speed past overhead, that it occurred to me we hadn’t even exchanged names! I’d fucked a perfect stranger in the bushes in front of traffic.

Normally I’d have taken the train home from the city, but man was I ever grateful I’d decided I’d needed the exercise today!

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Life was good. A couple of years out of school, I was working as a business software developer in the mini-silicon valley near the university. I was sharing a flat with a couple of undergrads. Unfortunately, both of my “roomies” were about to graduate. One was an ROTC type and would be going off to helicopter flight training in Alabama and the other, an education major, would be going to a teaching job across the state.

Although I was making a respectable salary, I wasn’t so enthralled with the apartment that I wanted to pay full rent on it. So, it was either try two new at least semi-compatible roommates or go somewhere else myself. My older sister, Margot, lived across town. In one of my infrequent conversations with her I mentioned my dilemma. “Oh,” Margot responded, “Denise and I just lost a roommate, too.” She paused, as if considering the situation, then added perkily, “Maybe you could move in with us, little brother. At least for a little while.”

Problem solved, right? Well no. Nothing is ever as simple as it seems. First of all, there’s my sister who, in her own word, ls a “Flaming Lesbian.” Seems like the only males she has ever been able to be more than passing civil with were our father and I. She is socially and, I’m pretty sure, sexually active.

I’ve occasionally been exposed to her crowd at her apartment. She even dragged me to a PFLAG meeting and an LGBT group social. While I guess I can handle her orientation on an intellectual level, I was just uncomfortable being among people of those persuasions, other than her. If I were to move into her apartment, I’d probably have to force myself to wear a non-homophobe expression till my face ached.

Then there was the matter of Denise. She used to be Dennis till she was about ten or eleven. Dennis’ parents were wealthy an apparently more understanding than I could imagine, so they found a therapist for Dennis and a sympathetic private school that would accept him as a female or transsexual or what-ever. The therapist arranged for hormone treatments, and school enrollment was accomplished. Dennis disappeared and Denise came into being. However, she had never taken the final step and was still equipped with male plumbing.

All this was probably more information than I needed to know. I understand that my sister told me so that neither Denise or I would suffer embarrassment if I were to try to hit on her. The part about the male plumbing would have sufficed in that regard. But since Margot considered it a wonderful story, she told me the whole thing and made me promise to never let on to Denise that I knew. Yeah, like that was gonna be easy.

Thus, when she invited me to move in, I did not bump the idea to the top of my list of options. Unfortunately, since my list of options was quite short, it ended up near the top anyway. Eventually, after a search for either two new roommates or a place I liked in my price range weren’t panning out, it floated to the top. Time for some heavy-duty soul searching and/or rationalization. How bad could it be? My name wouldn’t need to be on the lease. I was sure that Margot would understand if, after giving it my best shot, I still wasn’t comfortable and moved out. I decided it was time to talk to her.

We agreed to meet at a fast food place for lunch. We had to spend a little extra time in the order line because Margot insisted on being in the longer line that had the cute girl working it rather than the nerdy-looking guy. When we got to the head of the line, I wasn’t sure if Margot was silently hitting on her but there sure was a lot of eye contact, smiling, and even the occasional giggle or hand touching as she placed and picked up our order. Call me oversensitive or homophobic or whatever, but I was quite uncomfortable and starting to have second thoughts again.

Anyway, as we were running out of french fries and small talk, Margot broached the subject of me moving in with her and Denise. “I really do want you to move in with us, Little Brother, but are you sure you can handle it?” She paused, looked me straight in the eyes and added, “You being a homophobe and all.”

I threw up my hands in defense. “Oh, come on. Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

“Oh, I know it is, but I know you’re never really comfortable around my friends, especially when we start acting gay and silly.” She looked thoughtful for a minute. “Lately, when you’ve been over, you’ve seemed just barely able to coexist with Denise in a slightly stand-offish sort of way.”

Since what she said was pretty much on target, I said nothing and intently munched a french fry.

“Well?” she prompted.

I found a patch of tabletop to examine. “Sis, on a logistical level moving in with you is a great solution.” I pulled in a deep breath. “I’d like to think I can handle it on a psychological level.”

“If I agree to try to make sure my friends behave civilized when you’re around, and you try to at least act semi-sociable toward them, it might work.” She paused until I looked up at her. “Oh, and I won’t make out with my dates in the living room and I’ll make sure Denise doesn’t mardin escort try to seduce you,” she added with an impish grin.

On that note we ceremoniously shook hands over the remains of our lunch. By the next weekend, I was moved in with Margot and Denise.

*****

The first night in my new digs, Margot and Denise made supper for all of us. I had sat through a couple of meals with Denise before and had made it through with minimal discomfort, nut I hoped that they weren’t planning to make this communal dining a regular thing.

As I worked my way through a rather tasty pasta dish of some sort, I tried to inconspicuously study Denise. Like a lot of people I had my share of preconceived notions about transsexuals. They had been running through my head since I had begun to consider sharing an apartment with one. Like any other normal American male, I had first learned of transsexuals through adolescent Christine Jorgensen jokes explained to me by more enlightened peers. Then there were the usually unflattering portrayals of “she-males” or “trannies”, often as prostitutes, on mainstream television and occasional exposure while surfing pornographic websites. The ones on mainstream television were usually obviously masculine, over-dressed, and had way too much makeup. Some of those on the porno sites seemed to be rather attractive and feminine as long as their nether region weren’t exposed.

Denise didn’t fit either profile. She didn’t really look like a guy in drag and her day-to-day behavior seemed womanly enough. In terms of physical appearance, she wouldn’t have come close to lighting up the porn industry. She was bland with minimal makeup and a no-frills hairstyle. Her wardrobe, at least what I had seen of it, was generally frumpy. She had it all, pale complexion, not at all luminous, mousy lifeless brown hair, and no shape to speak of. She had plain, regular features and while her eyes were intelligent, they were not particularly lively or engaging. In all, she fit my idea of what a librarian should look like. What a coincidence! That’s exactly what she was, the head software librarian for a major industrial firm in town.

If my sister had been serious about Denise wanting to seduce me, I certainly didn’t think there was even the hint of danger in that regard. As for me initiating anything illicit with Denise, I expected there was far less chance of that than me trying to do something incestuous with my bright-eyed, redheaded, button-nosed lesbian sister. And that was never going to happen except in uninvited fantasies.

Actually, all that made my coexistence with Denise relatively easy. We actually had a lot in common due to our somewhat related jobs. She was willing to admit that software developers were indeed a notch or two above plant life in the overall scheme of things. I allowed as to how it was okay for software librarians to form enlightened opinions about software beyond just how to catalog it. Of course we both felt that my sister’s job as a game and smart phone app designer was only slightly beneath contempt, though, as she was quite successful, we did both envy her free-wheeling work environment and exorbitant salary.

As I settled into my life as a part of this all-geek trio, it occurred to me that my knowledge of transsexuals and their world was spotty and limited at best. Admitting that, I did what any red-blooded techie would do. I got on Google. By designing my searches carefully, I was able to significantly cut down on the porn site listings and get articles with substance. (Hell, I admit it. I may have checked out a porn site or two for strictly academic reasons.) Anyway, after discovering that the phenomenon is known as Gender Identity Disorder (GID) I did learn a lot, especially about real-life everyday transsexuals who risked or gave up a great deal to live life in the sex they felt they really should be. Apparently, a significant number of them did complete the transformation and lived happily ever after, one being Wendy Carlos, the synthesizer musician. On the other hand, I found that there were a very high number of suicides among transsexuals in the years immediately following the surgery. I also read up on the transition process as a whole, an alphabet soup of abbreviations in addition to GID, such as HRT (hormone replacement therapy), RLE (real life experience), and SRS (sex reassignment surgery, the biggie). I wasn’t sure where Denise was in all this or what her agenda was in this regard. Somehow, it just didn’t seem like the sort of subject I could bring up for light dinner table conversation.

Things went smoothly for the next several months. I got so amazingly tolerant that Denise and Margot even began to introduce me to their friends, and told me the apartment was again feeling more like home than a dormitory. I dated some and had a couple fun-but-go-nowhere flings with girls who weren’t into it for the long haul. Then Margot dropped her little bombshell. A company in game designer heaven out on the Coast wanted her. They were offering an even more freewheeling mardin escort bayan work environment and a more ridiculous salary. Naturally we went through the drama of her saying she was going to turn it down because she just couldn’t bear to break up our merry little group and us saying she was crazy not to grab the opportunity. When this had played out sufficiently, she boogied on out to binary Nirvana.

*******

So there we were, Denise and I, left in a three-bedroom pad. It had been right to encourage Margot to move on and seize a golden opportunity. However, she had been the catalyst for the survival of our trio of misfits. Things seemed to be getting increasingly awkward between us. Any family feeling was gone.

As time progressed she gradually related her story of growing up transgendered. It seemed that Dennis had liked girlish things and had wished he had been a girl from his earliest memories. When he was in kindergarten, on a family visit to his uncle’s home, he had persuaded his five-year-old cousin Sarah to show him her “little girl thing”. Being a very polite child he showed her his “little boy thing”. They decided hers was kind of cute and his was kind of ugly. Or a long time after that he prayed fervently every night that his ugly boy thing would disappear and he would be a little girl with a cute girl thing.

He had visited Sarah’s home often during his elementary school years. He really liked playing “tea party” with Sarah. She would dress up in fancy clothes, dress her dolls in feminine finery, and they would sit at the little table in her playroom. Sarah would serve pretend tea from with her little tea set. During a visit when they were both seven, one of them came up with the idea of not only dressing up her dolls but also dressing up Dennis in Sarah’s clothes. They eagerly tried it and Dennis was thrilled with the experience. They laughed at the little bulge when he put on her panties. Dennis couldn’t remember any time he’d been so happy.

After that she always dressed him for their tea parties, letting him wear her fanciest clothes and prettiest undies. When Sarah came to visit at his house, she’s sneak over a set of her undies for him to wear while they were playing. Somehow none of the family discovered what was going on till just after Easter when Dennis and Sarah were ten. Dennis was all decked out in the new outfit Sarah had gotten for Easter, including her flowered Easter bonnet. They had just seated themselves at the table when Dennis’ mother walked into the playroom.

Her jaw dropped. “Dennis, what in the…” Dennis and Sarah froze. As she studied him, trying to figure out what was going on, she couldn’t help thinking how cute and happy Dennis looked. “Jim,” she called to his father, “come and see how cute our daughter looks!”

“Our daughter?” responded Jim as he came down the hallway. Like his wife, he did a double take when he caught site of Dennis. All the stock thoughts one might expect rushed through his mind, but they seemed to be overridden by the fact that Dennis, though obviously embarrassed, looked so happy with no sign of guilt or shame. Damn, somehow it just looked right. “You look very nice, ah…” To use the name Dennis just didn’t seem to fit.

Sarah picked up on this immediately. “Denise, she announced. “Her name is Denise!”

“Well, so it is! You look very nice, Denise.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” said Denise with a big smile. She got up, ran over to her parents, and gave them both a hug.

No one mentioned her changing clothes, so she wore the outfit for the rest of the day. Her aunt and uncle, seeing her parents going along with the transformation, went along also. They even let her wear it home. After they arrived, she went to the bathroom and checked to see if her little pecker was still there. It was, but she pulled down her panties, hoisted her skirt, and sat down to pee just like Sarah did.

The next six months were a whirlwind of medical doctors, counselors, and child psychologists. He was still Dennis at school and church, but must of the rest of the time she was Denise. Her mom and dad let her build up a girl’s wardrobe and she redecorated her room in a feminine way. In the end, all the professionals they consulted agreed that it would probably be less harmful to allow her to live as a girl than to force her to live as a boy. After much debate and soul-searching, she had been started on early hormone therapy. As a result, her puberty had been more female than male. Her voice hadn’t changed perceptibly, she hadn’t developed much body hair, and her breasts had developed. Though they were small, she was happy with them. “My boobs are me,” she once quipped in a lighter moment.

She felt great gratitude to her parents for supporting her. And thankfulness that they could afford the expenses associated with preoperative transition. They had been able to send her to a supportive school that had allowed her to attend as a girl. She had even had a date for the prom. Good grades had gotten her a full ride to the state escort mardin university that didn’t care about her sexual persuasion.

Surgery was another matter. It would have been terribly expensive. As she felt shouldn’t place any further burden on her parents and opted to postpone it indefinitely. She had settled into a job she really enjoyed with a good company. I knew she was somewhat socially active in the LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transsexual) community. As to whether she had a sex life, she didn’t tell and I didn’t ask.

So life was pretty comfortable with my intelligent, appreciative, possibly celibate, preoperative transsexual roommate. We enjoyed each other’s company and made no demands on one another. I admired her strength and courage.

*******

A new phase in our relationship launched when Denise’s birthday rolled around. Her parents had missed her birthday last year because of her dad’s work, but they were going to come up this year to help her celebrate. She was really excited. I was looking forward to meeting people who could be such loving, supportive parents. My parents had been good to me and loved me. I would like to think that they would have reacted as Denise’s mom and dad did, but I had never confronted them with anything near the magnitude of a gender identity problem.

We spent the week before their arrival tidying the place up and preparing Margot’s old room for them to stay in. Fortunately, Margot had left her “so last year” bedroom furniture behind, including a queen size bed. As their arrival on Thursday approached, I began to feel a little trepidation. After all, theirs was a tad beyond the typical relationship and my relationship with Denise wasn’t what you’d call normal. I knew I would have to expend every effort not to commit a major faux pas. Oh well, I would put on a happy face and do my best.

I was not surprised to find them a pleasant attractive couple in their late forties, easy to talk to. Jim was vice president of a large accounting firm and Martha was assistant director of the public library system in their city. While they relaxed from their drive, Denise prepared one of her signature pasta dishes while I whipped up a salad, set the table, and poured the wine.

Dinner went well. Denise and her parents did a lot of catching up. Jim and Martha asked me a few non-intrusive questions about my background and job. I relaxed and had a pleasant time. After dinner mom and daughter continued to chat as they cleaned up while Jim and I went into the living room to catch the end of a college football game on TV.

When the game was over Martha and Denise came back in the living room. We all sort of looked at each other. It was after ten o’clock, and everyone allowed as how he or she was tired, so we hammered out a bathroom schedule and a time for breakfast in the morning. As we headed toward our respective rooms, Martha asked casually, “You will be joining us tomorrow evening, won’t you?”

“Tomorrow evening?”

“Yes. We’re going to Stephan’s for Denise’s birthday dinner,” Jim informed me. Stephan’s was an exclusive supper club in the affluent part of town. “We really do hope you’ll come!” added Martha.

“Oh, I wouldn’t think of imposing.” I was mentally scrambling for a plausible excuse. Our code was nothing together outside the apartment at night. I caught a glimpse of Denise. She seemed as surprised as I was.

“No imposition at all.”

“Mom!” interjected Denise.

“I really appreciate you including me,” I said, moving quickly to avoid any potential unpleasantness. “I’m honored and I’d be delighted to join you.” I hoped I was sounding sincere and not laying it on to thickly.

“Good!” said Jim. “We’ll sort out the details n the morning. Goodnight, Tony. Goodnight, Princess,” he added nodding to Denise. He turned toward their room before he could see the look of exasperation on her face.

“Good night, Daddy,” she managed to say in a near normal voice. “Good night, Mom.”

“Good night, Darling.” Was that a hint of a grin on her face?

I took a glance at Denise. I could tell she wanted to talk, but we couldn’t just hang back here. And I was sure that she didn’t want her parents to see us going into the same bedroom together any more than I did. We retreated quickly to our own rooms.

Just after I closed my door my cell phone rang.

It was Denise. “Tony, I’m so sorry! I was as surprised as you were.”

“Not to worry. I like your folks and it seemed they were pretty set on including me.” I paused. When she didn’t respond, I added, “I hope you don’t mind that I accepted…”

“It’s not that. It’s just we…”

“I know. But hey! What good is a birthday if you can’t break a rule or two. How old will you be, anyway?”

“Very funny! Thanks, Tony.”

“G’night, Denise.”

“G’night, Tony.”

Somehow I managed to get a little sleep, but all sorts of strange thoughts were playing bumper cars in my mind. I believed that Denise was really as surprised as I was. Did her parents assume that there was more to our relationship than the coexistence we had hammered out? Did they want there to be? Maybe it was simple gratitude for my staying in the apartment so Denise wouldn’t have to find new roommates, or for agreeing to let them stay in the apartment? Perhaps I was a token outsider to make it seem like more of a party. No idea emerged as a front runner.

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Chapter One

Ted was really excited about his plans to go hiking on his own up north in the wilderness. He was out of work and needed to get out of the city in order to take time to think about what he wanted to do. At 30 years of age he was in one of those in between spaces somewhat lost and not knowing what he wanted out of life. Ted stood about 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighed around 150, his body sinewy and naturally muscular. He usually sported a brush cut, his body covered in black hair. Most people thought of him as a quiet loner type somewhat standoffish who minded his own business.

This wasn’t the first time hiking and camping on my own. I loved hunting and foraging for the food I ate and I loved living off the land as much as possible. My plan was to rough it in the forest all summer long. This for me was the life. I went about getting things ready and arranged for a friend of mine to drive me up to a major park reserve where I planned to begin my trek in the forest.

It wasn’t long before my buddy Jim picked me up at the apartment and off we went on our way up north to the drop off point, a place called Uncle Bob’s General Store. Once we got there we enjoyed a good country style lunch at the restaurant located at the back of the store and after we ate Jim left without further ado and headed back home. We arranged for him to come and get me in two months’ time. I was to call him a week ahead of time to let him know I was ready to come home. Uncle Bob’s was a great meeting place for hikers, definitely a starting point for major forest excursions. People shared stories here, bought supplies and even showered. I was more than ready to get a move on; it was already 9 in the morning so I wasted no time making my way into the somewhat foreboding forest.

What an incredible feeling it was to be in the forest on my own at last. I walked along a little path for about two hours before taking a break. Time to grab something from my backpack to snack on. I liked the fact that there were many great pure spring watering holes in the area that I could get great drinking water from. After my little break I continued walking for quite a way when to my surprise I came upon a mountain stream. I realized it was the perfect place to set up camp for the night. It was picture postcard faultless. Off I went to find old dead wood to get a fire going in order to cook myself a decent meal, I was hungry and thirsty. The menu called for opening a can of Irish stew and taking out two pieces of pita bread from my backpack to sop up the gravy. The meal was delicious. After supper I set up the little pup tent and by the time the sun set I was in my sleeping bag in the tent asleep.

The following morning, I was up at sunrise feeling bushy eyed and bushy tailed sporting a huge piss hard on. After I let out a torrent of piss I got a little fire going to make coffee and decided to make pancakes for breakfast. I wanted to get going early so as to cover as much ground as possible. After breakfast I cleaned up, put the fire out carefully and set out once again on my solo adventure.

Sometime after lunch as I walking along a rough patch of land I tripped over a fallen tree branch, fell and sprained my right ankle. In no time at all my foot swelled and the pain was excruciating. I tried walking on my foot and that was pretty intolerable. I decided to rest for awhile and then got busy looking for a piece of wood to make a walking stick. I found a great old branch that was just right to use as a cane. I stood there for a moment wondering what to do next. Something prompted me to follow the stream that snaked eastward. I realized that I had become somewhat disoriented and yet it felt right continue along the stream and to remain calm and cool and that I did.

I hobbled along for quite some ways conscious that it was about to get dark soon. I was in pain and hungry and feeling not too great. Again I felt compelled to keep going when suddenly I came to a sharp bend in the stream only to find the most incredible sight. There stood a quaint rustic little shack next to the stream. There was smoke coming out of the chimney and a golden light shining through the side window. On the small porch sat two old used chairs. I was amazed to find a shack in the middle of nowhere.

Although apprehensive I hobbled up to the rickety wooden porch and knocked on the door.

I heard shuffling inside the cabin and then the door opened wide with a loud creak and there stood before me a huge man, a giant of sorts smiling at me with clear piercing brown eyes. I felt as if he was seeing right through me. What an apparition, he stood there totally at ease wearing a red one-piece long underwear and over that he had on a loose fitting plaid red flannel shirt. He was wearing a pair of work sox and huge construction boots. I notice that the buttons on his long john underwear were open down to just below his navel and I could not help but see and stare at his huge bulge, it was absolutely awesome to behold. He looked to be 6 foot 5 inches, urfa escort robust and covered in dark brown hair and sporting a big bushy beard that went down quite a way over his chest.

“What can I do for you he asked in a very matter of fact manner.” I told him that I sprained my ankle badly and needed a place to rest for awhile. Without hesitating he said “well just don’t stand their son get right in here” and with that he grabbed my huge backpack like it was nothing and helped me into his modest dwelling. “Make yourself at home. my name is Jack.” He told me to sit down and offered to make me tea. “That would be so nice, thank you?” He got busy filling an old kettle with water and set it on the time worn wood stove that was already lit up. The place was sure quaint, small yet very cozy and clean. He kept looking at me here and there and sizing me up and I kept gawking at this giant of man. His hands were huge and I could not help but stare at his huge protruding bulge. What a sight. He seemed at ease as he scratched his big package now and then giving it a good tug so as to rearrange his manly equipment. He spotted me licking my lips a few times and he did not seem to mind.

He served tea and suggested he have a look at my ankle. I gladly agreed coz the pain was getting worse by the minute. He had me sit on an old battered sofa in order to get a good look at my foot. I was surprised how gentle he was as he touched my foot here and there and asked if it hurt. After what seemed endless poking about he lifted his head and looked at me and told me he felt it was definitely a sprained ankle and that it was important to stay off of it for a few days. He suggested applying cold compresses and immediately set about doing just that.

After the cold compresses he went and got a first aid kit and got wrapping my foot. Jack felt it was best to keep my foot up to get the swelling to go down. “Your best to stay with me for a few days until you are healed and ready to walk.” I thanked him profusely for his kind offer as I wondered where I was going to sleep and have a piss because I saw only one huge bed and no bathroom. He saw me looking around and picked up on my thoughts. “You can sleep with me and there is an outhouse at the back. You can piss in my piss pot if you need to go, that way you won’t have to get up.” He went on to tell me he usually pisses in the piss pot several times before he goes out to empty it.

With that he brought the pot out opened a few more buttons and reached into his long john

underwear and pulled out a huge fat cock. I was totally awestruck, I could see some of his forest like pubes, holy cow it was so thick and dense and his balls were hanging so low. What a cock. It was about 7 inches soft, uncut with a big mushroom head. This friendly giant towered beside me and proceeded to let out a steaming hot stream of piss into the pot. It was a sight to see.

Jack’s manly virile demeanor sure turned me on. When he was finished he shook his big cock and then slipped it back into his underwear yet I notice he did not bother to button up and that was ok with me as it let me see his hot manhood. He then offered me a hand to help me get up off the sofa and held the pot for me to piss in. I was somewhat shy to piss in the front of the man. He looked at me and said, “no need to be shy with me, I am usually hanging out in my long underwear. Its just you and me here, just two men doing their thing, so don’t by shy.” With that he got me up and I unzipped, pulled my cock out and pissed. Jack observed my cock and balls carefully appraising them. “You have nothing to be ashamed of Ted. That is a fair sized cock son, how big is it if you don’t mind me asking.” I told him I was approx.7 inches long, I was cut. I then dared ask how big his cock was and he said it was 8 ½ inches long.

Jack asked if I was hungry and I let him know I was starved. It was close to noon so he suggested we have lunch in an hour, then he got busy preparing lunch. I had so many questions to ask and Jack kindly obliged. I found out he stayed up at the shack from early spring too late autumn and that he loved his privacy, enjoyed nature. His cousin Rick came out to bring groceries and general supplies every 10 days. He usually stayed for a night or two. I figured Jack to be around 58 years of age.

Finally, lunch was ready and Jack was helping me hobble over to the well worn kitchen table. Once seated he brought over a big bowl of steaming soup with two big pieces of crusty bread. He stood next to me for a minute, I could not help but glance at his crotch my eyes ogling his heavy bull of a bulge. I could smell his man scent, it was musty and cocky. He smelled like he jerked off and did not bother wiping his cock, he just put it back in his underwear. His cock smell was making me heady and excited. I loved how he casually put his hand in his underwear and played with his cock a lot. I also noticed after fondling his cock he then handled the bread we were about to eat. escort urfa That did not bother him or me. I even think I got a whiff or two of his cock when I was eating the bread.

Jack let me know he was glad to have company after being on his own for most of the summer. He told me he gets a little restless after being on his own for a period of time. Then he matter of factly asked if I had a girlfriend. I candidly let him know that I dated here and there yet did not have a full time girlfriend, with that being said he gave a knowing nod.

As we chatted away I saw his hand disappear under

the table and realized he was feeling his man bulge and tugging at it. Once we were finished he suggested we have another fresh tea. That was certainly appreciated. He served tea and put a hand on my shoulder and asked if I was feeling a little better. I assured him I felt much better and thanked him for the food and his kind hospitality. He stood there right up close to me as he rubbed my shoulder. Once again I was smelling his intense cock smell and that was making my mouth water with desire.

Then as he continued rubbing my shoulder he grabbed a hold of his underwear in such a way as to cause it to open up and let me see what was in there. Then he said in a low raspy voice, “is there anything I can offer you to make you feel welcomed Ted?” I did not dare look up for some reason, probably coz I was embarrassed and felt red faced and yet I could not help but look closer into the open underwear. I could see his man cock getting bigger. “Go ahead Ted put your head inside my underwear I know you want to and its ok son. Go ahead, don’t be shy put your head in my long john underwear, its my special magic place and I only let special guys explore this hot treasure.”

I was excited and anxious. Jack held his nderwear open inviting me to put my head in there and so haltingly I lowered my head into his underwear as he got up close and tight thereby helping me explore his man cave. “Go ahead Ted satisfy your curiosity and let yourself enjoy what you discover in there.” I let my head slip into his underwear and took a few deep breaths sniffing around and smelling his incredible cock smell. It was pungent and strong yet so good, virile and stimulating. “That is it son, go ahead and breathe in my manly cock smells, its quite ok, you have my permission to explore my manhood all you like. Take your time, we have all the time in the world for you to do that.” I felt him spread his strong muscular legs open a little more as I sniffed his cock and huge hairy balls. I loved having my nose in his thick pubic hairs. What a treat.

His cock kept on growing and leaking profusely. Jack was quite the dripper, I carefully started to lick his cock head lapping up all the good sap coming out of his huge cock. Carefully I opened my mouth wide and let his beautiful piece slide into my mouth effortlessly as I wrapped my trembling lips around his big piece of meat and began to nurse on it like some poor starving animal. “That’s it Ted, you found the big treasure son. I like how your showing your gratitude and respect to me. You can suck my cock Ted all you want; daddy gives you permission to suck it like a good boy.” With that I just melted and realized I was his boy from then on. He patted me on the head letting me know what a good job I was doing. He then closed both flaps of his underwear so my head was totally in his long johns, my head had disappeared into his special place. I had found the big treasure and felt so good and protected and secure.

I love how Jack let me worship his cock and suck and milk it slowly and for a long time. I sucked and he fed me his delicious precum continuously. “Go ahead son, spoil yourself, suck my cock all you like. While you’re staying with me I grant you leave to put your head in my underwear as much as you need to. I will gladly feed your hungry mouth. You deserve the best son and that is what daddy gives you. Keep sucking nice and slow son, not too fast.” I was shaking with excitement.

Jack sure had a way with words and I loved his encouragement. He made me feel special and wanted. I was amazed how he could stand for so long without shifting around. After a good hour of sucking and milking his big wholesome cock I felt it swell and get bigger. “Daddy is going to give you a big treat son, something special and much coveted. Get ready son and make sure you swallow every drop of my precious man juice, don’t waste any son. I am going to flood your mouth Ted. Here it is.” And the friendly giant started oozing a lava like flow of cum into my mouth as I reverentially tasted his incredible hot man juice. I loved how it poured into my mouth. It tasted so good, I was totally beside myself with joy. Jack was giving me his hot precious man juice letting me swallow it. He unloaded a humungous load of cum, it was spectacular. I kept my mouth on his cock for a good 10 minutes after he came so as to make sure I had every drop of his hot treat. I urfa escort bayan wanted to show him how much I appreciated his kind hospitality.

I loved how his big strong hands held my head in place while he came. I loved that feeling of being held like that. Then he patted me on the head and told me to come out. I got my head out of his underwear and had to re-orient myself. What a trip. I looked up at Jack and he smiled at me affectionately. Then he tugged on his big bulge and let me know I was going to have my head in there a few times a day and during the night. I knew it was my job now to milk his big fat cock as often as he needed to have it milked. I was his cocksucker now.

I thanked him profusely, kissed his big bulge

passionately and felt incredible. “You like my big hefty cock?” I assured him I did. He told me it was ok to sniff his cock and balls as much as I wanted. With that he suggested we sit on the little porch and get some of that wonderful country air. He picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me outdoors, then he set me down in front of his chair. He sat down my head facing his crotch then he opened his long john underwear wide open and gently guided my head into it, then he closed up his underwear and fastened all his buttons up thereby trapping my head in his underwear. His muscular 8-inch cock was hard as a rock and throbbing again. I opened my mouth and gently and slowly started to suckle it. “You sure know your place son. I am proud of you. Keep that up and I am going to make you my official personal cocksucker.” With that I felt myself swell with pride.

I was in awe of this man. Everything about him was big and I wanted to please him so much. “Show daddy respect and worship his big man cock. Show me how much you like and want that big meat of mine.” I was able to utter “yes sir, thank you sir” and then get his cock back into my mouth. He sat in his favourite chair filling his pipe a few times while I milked his big man cock. He patted my head once in awhile letting me know what a good son I was. Then he grabbed my head with his huge paws and held it in place as he let ooze out another massive load of man juice. It tasted so good and I was impressed with the size of his load. I gladly ate it all up, licked every drop of it and cleaned his big cock and balls washing them clean with my tongue all the while taking in his cum soaked long john underwear.

He had me stay inside his underwear for another hour or so. He liked me holding his big soft cock in my mouth. Finally, it was time to get supper on the way. So I pulled my head out of my special place and Jack lifted me up and carried me into shack, sat me at the table. We continued to chat while he made supper. We had sausage and potatoes and canned green beans. More bread.

It was started to get dark earlier so after supper Jack let me know he liked to sit on the sofa and read. Then he sat me next to him in such a way that my head was in his lap and once he sat down and made himself comfortable he pulled his underwear open and place my head inside and closed the flaps.

All I had to do was open my mouth and let his cock in and suck. “Are you ok son” he asked at one point during the evening. I nodded yes without letting go of his big cock. It was so hard and leaking wildly. What a treat. He also let me know he was training me to be his cocksucker explaining that my focus was his cock and balls. Mine was to heal and get better and tend to his manhood. That’s it. I was so happy to hear that. While I nursed on his big meat I noticed he let out a few jets of hot piss, quick light jets of piss into my mouth and I swallowed making sure not to spill any. Then ever so quietly without warning I felt his special creamy man juice coming into my mouth making its way to my throat. What a sensation and what a taste. I loved his juice. I cooed and whimpered as I sucked and swallowed my new found daddy’s manhood and juice. He told me how much of a good boy I was and I sure was a sucker for that kind of talk.

Before long, it was time to go to bed. My first night with Jack. Again, he carried me to the big bed in order to avoid any pressure on my sprained ankle and helped me undress. I was only in my underwear. Then he took off his boots and big heavy work sock and got into bed wearing his long johns. I observed he had a real fetish for these. Once he was comfortable he pulled me into position with me lying between his wide spread open legs and inserted my head into his underwear. He made sure I was comfortable. Then I opened my mouth and he slipped his big cock inside and told me to suckle and milk. He let me know to swallow whatever was coming out of his big cock and not to spill or waste any. I nodded yes and he let out a few jets of hot piss, I swallowed quickly and he gave me more to drink. “That’s it, drink all the good stuff down son, don’t waste any now. Daddy has a huge piss load to give you.” He gave me more and more until I was gulping down his hot piss without spilling any. He was letting it all out finally unleashing a huge torrent of piss and to my surprise I loved it. It drove me crazy. I felt him patting my head in approval. “Keep your mouth on daddy’s big cock until morning son. “Yes daddy I uttered. Thank you daddy. I want some more please.” He let me know he was going to spoil me during the night.

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Heat Goes on with Jack and Irene Ch. 02

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Author’s note: This is another in a continuing series of stories about the sexy siblings Jack and Irene. Other stories in the series include: Heat Goes on With Jack and Irene Ch.1, High Noon Heat With Jack and Irene, Hot Night With Jack and Irene Ch.2 and Hot Night With Jack and Irene.

*

Jack’s stiff prick thrust through the sticky folds of his sister Irene’s engorged pussy. With each thrust plunging deeper and opening his sister just a bit more, the springs of his sister’s bed creaked with growing insistence.

To twenty-one-year-old Jack, who was having the greatest erotic time of his life, the noise was like the music of the spheres.

Added to the music of the bed springs was the symphony of Irene’s breathing; deep gasps followed by soft moans and almost bestial grunts.

Irene was a woman aroused.

Jack was on his knees between his sister’s widely parted legs, carefully probing his cock into her. From his vantage point, Irene’s shapely but fit twenty-eight-year-old body seemed perfectly laid out for his perusal.

Her chestnut brown hair spread out behind her head and across her pillow. Her arms stretched back and her hands tightly clasped the metal rods of the bed stead. Her abdominal muscles were tightly flexed and her belly was braced for a hot stream of Jack’s come.

Jack had other ideas, though. His jizz, his hot man seed, was staying inside of his beautiful and insatiably horny sister.

He thrust forward with more force and the creaking noises built. Irene’s impressive D cup breasts began to jiggle and her nipples sprouted in all their glory.

He glanced across the room at the full-length mirror that had such a prominent place in his sister’s room. Irene looked so perfect, so beautiful and she was his for this night. Her breasts looked so good in that mirror. They were jiggling every which way now as if they had a will of their own. He was lucky to have such an erotic sister with such beautiful breasts. No saline implants like those porn sluts he saw on the Web. Even his beloved Micki Night, his favorite porn lady, had implants.

He looked away from the mirror and stared down at Irene’s lovely face. Her eyes were half-shut, as if she had slipped into a trance. Her belly rose and fell with greater speed as her breathing started to come in ever shorter gasps.

Suddenly, Irene spoke, her voice raspy with passion.

“You love shoving your prick in me, don’t you lover? You love how tight and wet I am. I love having your cock in me. Your cock is so big and strong. I can’t get enough of it…”

Jack no longer heard his sister. Her words inflamed him and he was fucking Irene like an engine, practically slamming her against the mattress. Harder and harder he fucked her until he was gasping for air and she was squealing and crying out.

He was just about to come when she squeezed ankara escort his cock like a vice with her powerful pelvic muscles and clamped her thighs against his hips. Jack slowed his thrusting until he stopped, his stiff, come-swollen cock trapped inside his sister.

Irene smiled a wicked smile at him. “Not so fast, lover. I want to feel you inside me. Really feel your stiff cock in my pussy. You don’t want to leave your slutty sister’s pussy just yet do you? I thought you wanted me, lover. You don’t want me after all?”

“I want you!” Jack’s voice was little more than a hiss.

“Then pull out of me.”

Jack froze.

“Pull out of me!” Irene’s voice was insistent, almost angry.

“But I want to come!”

Irene giggled. “I want you to see a few things. Just pull out. After you see them, you’ll want to fuck me even more!”

Jack did as he was told. His prick was shrinking now , so, frustrated, he retreated from the castle keep of his sister’s womanhood.

Irene gestured toward the dresser by the mirror.

“Look in the top shelf, lover. I’ve got a gift for you. I did more than get my nails done tonight.”

Sighing, Jack left the bed and went to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. This had better be good, he thought. What the hell is she doing?

He reached into the drawer and pulled out what looked like a necklace that had clamps at both ends.

“Don’t you know what that’s for, lover?”

Jack shook his head.

“Come over and I’ll show you.”

Jack returned to the bed. Irene was sitting at its edge, her legs opened, the landing strip waxed slit of her pussy soaked, her majestic tits hanging like beautiful sacks, her sweat-dampened hair tangled about her shoulders and face. Jack’s prick stiffened with resurgent passion as he sat beside her.

Irene took the necklace from him. “I’ll show you what it’s for.” She took one of the clamps and carefully attached it to her left nipple. She stretched the chain so that it bridged her cleavage and then she clamped her right nipple. “You’ve never seen any of your porn girls wearing something like this?” She jiggled her tits and the nipple chain shook as she spoke.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve seen it after all, ” Jack said, his cock hardening at the sight of the fetish jewelry decorating her breasts.

“But you’ve never seen them on your slutty, porn star sister,” Irene said, lying back on her bed. Jack had to admit to himself that the gold chain looked incredibly hot on her.

“No. But doesn’t it hurt to wear that?”

“A little. But anything is worth it for you, lover. I just want to please you. In the shower this morning and when you dropped by my store this afternoon, I found out you have a real dominant side. A side that wants me to be your cock whore, your porn slut. I don’t ankara escort bayan mind playing that, lover. I don’t mind giving in to you at all. Check under the bed. There’s another gift there I’d like you to see.”

Jack knelt down and pawed around under the bed. His groping hands removed two lengths of cord with cuffs at one end.

“You should know what those are for, lover.”

Jack was so astonished, he almost laughed. “You want me to tie you to the bed?”

“Of course. Go right ahead. Don’t worry about them hurting me. I bought them at a fetish store. Beginner’s bondage cords. The cuffs are padded. Very safe and comfortable.”

Irene lay back on the bed, gripping the rods of the bed stead in her hands. Jack slipped one wrist after the other into the cuffs and then secured the cords to the bed stead.

He stood back and looked down on his sister, her wrists cuffed to the bed stead and her legs spread wide open.

“You love the way I look?” Irene moaned. “Fuck me some more. I’m wet for your cock. I want you in me.”

Irene’s voice sounded so aroused Jack couldn’t help himself. He joined his sister on her bed and knelt down between her legs and took his stiff prick in hand, teasing the outer edges of her soaking pussy. Irene moaned and shifted against her bonds. She lifted her pelvis from the bed and presented her pussy to Jack, inviting him to drive his cock into her.

Jack pulled his cock away, denying her his hardness.

“Oh, please, Jack. Give it to me! Give me your cock!”

He teased her pussy again with his cock head and Irene lifted her pelvis again, struggling to engulf his cock in her pussy. Again, Jack refused her.

Irene whimpered now. “I’m begging you, Jack. Give me your cock. Give me…”

Her voice collapsed into a groan as Jack suddenly drove his stiff prick into her and started fucking her hard, pinning her shoulders to the bed with his strong hands, looking down on her chained tits as they swayed with the weight of his attack. He took one hand away from her shoulder and started roughly pinching her clamped nipples with his fingers, making her squeal with pained ecstasy. He then kneaded and slapped her breasts as they shook like dough.

This got Jack harder still. Irene grunted and wailed, passion and desire breaking over her like storm-tossed waves. It almost seemed Irene was really his.

All the same, Jack noticed, as Irene was losing her composure, her pussy gripped as tight as ever, almost strangling his cock. He lasted for a few more deep thrusts and soon he shot spasm after spasm of his hot seed deep inside her.

*

Their lovemaking over, Jack and Irene showered and went downstairs.

Famished, they ate a quick dinner and then they went to the living room, where Jack turned on the big screen escort ankara TV. While a re-run of a thirty-year-old sitcom prattled away in the background, Irene sat on Jack’s lap, nude except for a flesh colored thong. She ran her newly lacquered fingernails along his hair and along his bare washboard stomach. Jack’s prick stiffened against his sister’s generous but well-toned ass.

They kissed softly, then Irene spoke, sadness in her voice.

“This can’t go on forever, you know.”

“I wish it could.”

“You know that’s impossible. Stu’s back in two days and Mom and Dad will be home next week. There’s no way we can go on like this.”

Jack winced. Stu. Irene’s fiance. What an idiot that guy seemed to be. Jack wondered what Irene saw in him. When he spoke, he hoped his dislike didn’t come through in his voice. “Maybe we can somehow.”

Irene held Jack a bit tighter. “I’ll think of a way. Maybe I’ll find a room somehow, rent a place, where we can meet secretly. A little hideaway where we can have our secret world, our secret life.”

“That would be good.”

His cock was rock hard again.

Irene rose from Jack’s lap and knelt down in front of him, rubbing her palm against the crotch of his under shorts.

“Yes, our own hideaway, lover. A secret place where we can enjoy each other forever. Think about it. A place where we can get kinky and nasty together. I want you. lover. I can’t imagine not being together like this at least every now and again.

Jack shook his head. “I can’t either. I can’t get enough of you.”

In reply, Irene moaned deeply. She pulled his prick out of his shorts and pumped its shaft with her fist, while softly caressing his cock head with her hot and well practiced tongue.

She opened her mouth and Jack thrust inside.

The warmth of her mouth and the prickliness of her tongue felt incredible. He thrust harder inside her, holding the back of her head in his hands and shoving his cock in her mouth faster and faster. The sounds of Irene’s slurping and gagging made his cock even more stiff. During one thrust, his cock hit the back of her throat and Jack lost it. With a loud grunt, load after load of his hot jizz fired into her eager mouth and down her straining throat.

Exhausted, he slumped against the sofa and tilted his head back. Irene slinked up beside him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She kissed him and let the wads of his come in her mouth ooze into his.

When the hot and sticky kiss ended, she snuggled up against him and Jack played with her nipples. There were still little marks on her areolae where the clamps had been earlier.

Irene smiled. “That turns you on, lover? You want me as your little submissive cock whore? Soon, we’ll have a little place where you can do what you want with me.”

Jack’s voice was hoarse. He was so tired, and yet so happy.

“That would be wonderful.”

He knew the words didn’t capture how he contented he was. All the same, Irene held him tighter and kissed him again. He met the kiss, his tongue snaking around hers.

Jack had never been so happy. No matter what, he would still have his sexy sister as his special lover.

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Bria , Dustin: The Beginning

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Dustin ran back inside Ortlieb’s to grab his guitar and told his stage manager he’d see him later on. The set was a jam session so he wouldn’t be missed. There were several in the audience dying to take Dustin’s position for that evening. He explained that he had a dire emergency that needed his immediate attention. He did not mention that what was at attention was his thick seven and a half inch penis that was already leaking pre cum. He adjusted his fly as he walked back outside to Bria. She was waiting in her car; smoking the last of a joint she had been smoking earlier in the day. She was such a pothead. Dustin tapped on the window and startled her.

“You gonna share some of that?” he asked jokingly.

Startled, she rolled down the window and managed to drop the roach on the floor.

“Oh my god Dustin, you’re going to give me a heart attack. But I have some more at the house.

“So am I just gonna follow you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay baby doll let’s go. I’m down the street. I’ll pull up. Don’t leave me!”

He kissed her on the cheek and ran to his car with his guitar in tow. She couldn’t believe she was actually having him over. He was, after all a stranger. She only knew him through the many phone conversations and Internet exchanges. She wondered if this was erratic behavior. She rationalized that it couldn’t be because slutty women bring unknown men home from bars constantly, and she never even did that. She knew her Dustin. She hoped She did anyhow.

Dustin pulled up in a pick up truck. The tires looked muddy, and it looked like it needed a major washing. He honked the horn for Bria, and she pulled out of her parking space and led him to her home. Her head was swirling with lust and excitement. She looked out her rear view mirror to make sure that Dustin was still behind her. The moon was full on the cold December evening. Its light reflected on the Schuykill River as Bria led her soon-to-be lover along the drive to her home. She lived in a beautiful three-story twin home left by her mother who had long ago moved to Southern California. She lived there with her two roommates: Cat, her 11-year-old white cat. and Poochie, her 6-year-old shitzu. It was nice to have company she thought as she pulled up to her house.

They both found parking spaces, and Bria walked up the stairs. Dustin joined her and they walked up several steps.

“You live here in this big house all by yourself?” he asked.

“Yeah”, she replied. “I have a cat and a dog though. They are sleeping upstairs.”

“Need a human roommate?” He looked at her with that sheepish sly grin.

“You silly boy”.

Once past the vestibule, Dustin could finally see the sway in her shapely hips. She wore knee-hi boots and a tight black skirt that undoubtedly had some kind of stretchy material in it for ease of movement. Her bottom was wide and plump. Although he became fixated on that roundness as she took their jackets to the closet, he couldn’t help but notice the beautiful surroundings of her home. There was art everywhere. Wooden African statues and masks. Wall paintings and pottery. He was duly impressed with this woman he had come to know over the last four months. To his delight, up against a wall under track lights was a Wurlitzer piano.

“You never told me you play.” he said.

“Oh yeah,” she replied from the kitchen as she poured water for herself. “I only ever really learned heart and soul. Do you want anything to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer if you have any.”

Bria brought out the tall glass of water and a bottle of Yeungling for Dustin. She led him upstairs to the second floor.

Her bedroom was a bit messy, but her bed was made. The large room was filled with a bunch of clothing and other necessities that made her life simple. Next to her bed were stands on either side. One had a medium sized water pipe on it, which was dark around its base from obvious use. Cologne lined her dresser. She had several plants in the window that served as a curtain of sorts. Dustin marveled at her intricate and cluttered surroundings. It reminded him of himself. She told him to have a seat, and he watched as she lit two candles, and turned the stereo on. She put on WXPN, the local public radio station that had the best alternative music around. Dustin was anxious to get started.

“Come here,” he said.

“Yes sir,” she replied. She walked toward Dustin and relinquished herself to him.

“You malatya escort are just so beautiful”. and he kissed her. “You know I used to be a punk” He whispered in her ear as he began to unbutton her blouse. He wanted his hands all over her body at once. Momentarily he forgot about her blouse and filled her mouth with his thick tongue. It was healthy and he explored her mouth without abandon. She forgot about the possibility of mono or other contagious bacteria. Not now. Being responsible was not in the forefront of her mind. Dustin’s swollen cock was the only thing that mattered.

A Keane song was fading out in the background and Bria excused herself to change the music. She scooted over to the other side of the bed and adjusted the stereo from the radio to the CD player. She had a five-track changer that had The White Stripes, Jill Scott, Stone Temple Pilots, Audioslave and Primus in it. As she read off the names of the artists to Dustin, he simply marveled at her eclectic tastes in music. She pushed the buttons until it stopped on the Audioslave CD, and Chris Cornell’s strong voice bemoaned its own sensual eroticism as he wailed about his creator. Bria rolled back over to the other side of the bed and landed sitting up as Dustin stood in front of her.

They were perfectly suited for their respective positions. He, the dominant younger darling. She, the obedient older submissive princess who for the moment had found her prince. Dustin reached down to her sweet, soft face and caressed it protectively. Like a kitten, she muttered what sounded like a purr as she rubbed her cheek against the palm of his masculine hand. His fingers explored further and he dug them into her highlighted hair.

“Show me how to live”, Cornell’s voice belted out as Dustin began to pull Bria toward his ever-swelling bulge in his pants. Like an orchestration, Bria moved in sync with Dustin. She followed his lead.

“Unzip my pants,” He said rather strongly. His cockiness was more prevalent than ever. Bria was excited to be at Dustin’s whim. It had been two years since she had been with another person sexually, and her senses were at an all time peak. The candlelight created funny shadows on the walls, but made their skin glow creating a strong sense of lust between the two of them. Dustin went back to unbuttoning her blouse where he released two glorious mounds of succulent brown flesh. She wore a red lace bra that seemed to make her heaving 44DDs swell even more. Her heart raced and the first surge of wetness began to leak on her matching panties she wore underneath the skirt and pantyhose, which had yet to be removed.

Bria did as she was told and used her right hand to slowly unzip Dustin’s pants. Her hands moved about his body gingerly, and he was amused by her delicate handling of him as if he were as precious as her tender heart. He grunted from the surge of sexual energy that charged up his spine and back down to his belly. He trembled she touched his stomach. It was more intense than he could ever imagine. Bria’s hands continued to explore her lover’s body. She moved them up his chest then down the sides, familiarizing herself with all she could. His skin was soft and pale. She noticed the contrast of their outer flesh. Melanin here. Lack of it there. She could feel him staring at her although she now pressed her lips into his belly and wasn’t looking into those emerald-colored eyes. She stuck out her very wet and hot sweet tongue and encircled his navel. She lapped all about that tiny little belly button and kissed his mid section anxiously. Dustin responded by pulling her head closer to him. His urgency was understood by Bria and she dug her fingers into his back pulling him closer to her mouth.

“Baby. Fuck! My god girl”, he said as he moved back so he could grab her face. “Give me that mouth.”

He sat next to her on the bed and faced her. They briefly exchanged deep looks. Dark looks. Staring into each other’s eyes. Cornell now sang about finding another slave. Bria thought that perhaps she could be Dustin’s. He parted his mouth and slid his snake-like tongue down Bria’s throat. They both moaned as they shared the inner workings of their mouths. Becoming dangerously intimate so fast. Dustin’s right hand found her breasts again. His cock was getting uncomfortably stiff. He removed his pants. Bria’s blouse was now off and she began to wiggle out of her skirt. malatya escort bayan He marveled as she revealed herself to him. She stood to step out of the skirt and he smacked her ass with a loud whap!

He said, “That’s one sweet ass baby.” He felt her bottom and squeezed it. She twisted her body to watch him handle her rump. He pulled her back to the bed to continue to ravage her warm round and curvy body. She rolled on her back and he crawled on top of her. He began to grind his body on top of hers. Bria spread her thick thighs wide. Dustin’s dick was piercing through his boxer briefs. Bria still had on her panties and hose, but her vaginal wetness was seeping through the thin fabric. Dustin’s beastly nature began to grow. His fury of kisses made their way to Bria’s full brown bosom. He unsnapped her bra like a pro to free the huge mammaries. His mouth dripped sticky saliva on first the left then right nipple. Bria moaned and dug her fingers into Dustin’s wavy mane. He sucked firmly, but gently on the nips sucking up as much flesh as he could while doing it. His fingers found themselves inside the crotch of her panties.

“Oh Dus-,” Bria whispered as she spread her legs as far as she could so her lover could explore her chocolate pussy with relative ease.

“You don’t need these on now do you?”, he asked as he first ripped her pantyhose off then yanked at the red and now very sticky panties. He stopped suddenly and pushed her legs even further apart. He placed his face between her meaty thighs and inhaled deeply that sweet scent of woman. His tongue pressed through the delicate material and teased her hot cunt. Bria began to shudder and tried to push his face away because the feeling was too incredible. This only urged Dustin on. He now ripped off her underwear and spread her labia to find a glistening and juicy plump puss. His eager tongue found her small but stiffened clit and teased the sweet flesh.

“Dustin. No. Oh my god. I can’t take it.”

Her pleas were useless. Dustin began to gently flick his tongue back and forth across Bria’s excited clitoris. Her body couldn’t help but respond to Dustin’s oral ravishing. Her hips began to buck steadily as he flattened out his tongue to taste more of her savory nectar. With his left hand he found the opening of her twat and gently eased his middle and forefinger into her hot fleshy pussy. It felt wonderfully snug and unbelievably wet. He pulled out and shoved the fingers into her mouth. Bria sucked his fingers in a wicked fashion and caused Dustin to moan deeply.

“Oh god Dustin”, she whimpered, “You’re gonna make me cum. Oh GOD!”

Bria began working herself into a frenzy as Dustin now concentrated on her clit. Her hip-bucking become more frantic and Dustin sensed a climax.

“Come on bitch.” He urged. Cum for daddy.” Bria was shocked and turned on all at once by his language. He never spoke to her that way before, but found herself wanting to be as slutty as he commanded.

“Uh, uhhh godddddd Dustinnnn”, and she released a bed-shifting, neck breaking climax and squirted a sweet stream of sticky girl juice into Dustin’s throat.”

“FUCK YEAH slut. That’s it. That’s how I like it!” And he lapped up her fluid even more not knowing she was multiple orgasmic. Bria immediately built up an intense crescendo and broke into another seizure-like climax thrashing her body about. Dustin was now out of his shorts and his glazed face greeted Bria’s. He kissed her and gave her praise for having such a sweet slutty pussy.

“I want this to be mine”, he said, and cupped her fat mound with his hand. All she could do was moan for a response. He grabbed his cock and straddled her chest. He squeezed her tits together. He lubed his cock with some of her stickiness. He slid his hot fat dick between her mounds and began to fuck her huge breasts.

Bria’s back arched upward to help Dustin in this most lascivious task. She shifted to move pillows underneath her head to prop herself up more so that Dustin could now slide the tip of his enraged penis into her mouth. Dustin now followed Bria’s lead and adjusted himself so that he could dip his large cum-filled balls into her awaiting mouth. Bria lapped at them furiously. Dustin pumped his hips forward grinding into her face. He smeared the traces of saliva all over her sweet face. She slurped and tasted him, familiarizing herself with his rhythm and scent escort malatya and the saltiness of his sweat.

They wiggled themselves into a new position. Now Dustin was nude before Bria. His Adonis-like masculinity lay before her. His tiny pink nipples were stiff on his slender, yet muscular long body. His messy hair was so sexy and needed a trim, but it lined his face perfectly. She now noticed a scar on his right shoulder and kissed it.

“What happened there?” she asked.

He replied,” I was a crazy violent kid.” He laughed. She wasn’t’ sure if he was serious or not, and decided not to ponder the thought. She continued with her exploration instead. She kissed his strong chest and sucked gently on those hardened nipples. Dustin’s hands found her body and kneaded her soft flesh while gently coaxing her down his body. She nibbled down to his crotch and found a thick patch of curly hair. It was reddish brown and kinkier than even the slight bush on her own sweet spot. His hot cock rubbed against her soft cheek. She gently held it and began her assault.

From her mouth she pulled a wad of saliva and began to pump the base of his swollen and now dark pinkish rod as her lips found the tip of his cock. Dustin released sounds that seemed inhuman as he pumped his beastly cock into her mouth. He tried to gag her as he fucked her mouth with fury. He grabbed her head and Bria muddled sounds of choking as she deep throated his violating cock. Dustin had to use all his might to prevent from spraying his hot load into the back of her slutty throat.

Dustin pulled out of her mouth because the sensation was completely overwhelming. No groupie had ever given him that kind of rush. Her mouth was like magic, but it was her pussy he now had to have.

Bria could sense that Dustin now wanted to impale her eager snatch. She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed a condom. They had swapped some juices, but she just didn’t want to go there with the semen.At least not yet. She simply couldn’t. She handed Dustin the little packet, and he instantly obliged. He couldn’t open up the condom fast enough and used his teeth to rip open the seal. Bria heaved her hips up and down anticipating would looked like to be the fuck she had been waiting for.

Dustin slid the thin lubricated latex on his raging member. He parted Bria’s thighs and lifted her left leg over his shoulder. She was ready to receive him. Without any hesitation Dustin slid his pulsating man meat deep into the caverns of her needy cunt. They both let out moans and curses and grunts of desire not had before by either. Dustin was in pure erotic heaven as he sank his sweet dick into her meaty pussy, plummeting her as hard and intense as he could. His full balls smacked up against the bottom of her ass as he slammed her to the hilt. Her hips greeted his thrusts with magnificent and deliberate motion. He reached underneath her bottom to pull her closer to him. He wanted her to feel her deep. But he also didn’t want to cum yet.

“Turn over,” he said, and she obediently followed his order. Now that big brown bottom was in front of him. Her ass parted like a sweet fleshy heart as he examined her tight pucker hole and spread her puss so that he could enter her hard from behind into her love canal.

“Oooh… uumph”, was all she could say as she pleaded with her lover and his attack on her twat. Dustin grabbed her hips and began to slap her plump, bouncing bottom as he slammed his dick into her pussy. He was now nearing his climax. He pumped her chocolate cunt furiously as he watched his pink flesh enter that dark hole. Sweat poured down his face as he held on to his lover’s backside with fury as he slammed harder and harder into her precious mound.

“Oh fuck baby,” he said. “Your so tight. So fat. SOooo wet. I love this pussy. You’re gonna make me cum baby!!!Yeah. Fuck girl! ARGHHHHHHHH!”

Dustin grunted and pulled his cock out and quickly ripped the condom off and sprayed a thick creamy load of baby juice all over her fat bouncing bottom. She still bucked while he lay his nasty sticky semen all over her back and ass cheeks. He pumped, for what seemed like a full 60 seconds, streams and loads of that creaminess all over her back and bottom. He smacked the last few drops of the hot cum on her plump cheeks, exhausted in the fury of his hot orgasm. He was spent. He fell next to her kissing her face and mouth, sucking on her bottom lip as she shook in her own ecstasy.

“Come here”, he said and without wiping up their mess, he pulled her close and nuzzled in her warm bosom. He wrapped his arm around her thick waist, and shuddered a few more spasms as his climax finally passed. Whimpers escaped her lips, but no words could be formed. They started it now, and there was no turning back.

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The Little Minx That Killed Me

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I sat in the recliner waiting for the air conditioner to cool the room as I assured my niece that I would be okay until the home health aide arrived.

“Are you sure?” she asked. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” she inquired uneasily.

“And what,” I looked incredulously at her, “ask you for help?”

Both of my hands were in casts that ended about two inches below my elbows and at the tips of my fingers.

“Thanks . . . but, no,” I continued, “that would be the furthest thing from possible.”

“Well, I had to ask, and thank God you said no!’ she laughed as she leaned over and hugged my head. “I’ll stop by every now and then to check on ya.”

“Not necessary, I’ll be fine.”

With that she smiled, turned and hesitated before heading out in the glaring August sun and the oppressive humidity that blurred the day with a dense blue haze.

I was relieved to be back home, but worried about whether or not I’d have a job when I returned to the mill. While engineers were in short supply in our city, my company, as I had seen in the past was not one to wait on the needs of its workers. I was lost in thought when a knock on the door snapped me back into the chair and the room.

Thinking it was the health aide I shouted, “It’s unlocked, please let yourself in.”

I swiveled the recliner around and was surprised to see the young daydream that had been the cause of my situation.

“Oh, um, hello,” I stammered as I tried to avoid eye contact. “What, um, I mean how are you Emma?” Emma I thought, I loved the name.

She tried to keep a serious face but I knew she was aware of my unease as she slightly giggled, and then said, “I was just checking on you. I feel so bad for what happened. I know you said it wasn’t my fault, but -”

“Oh, no. Stop right there young lady. I told you as we waited for the ambulance that I should not have been on the roof. I should have let the satellite company fix the problem with the dish,” I explained again hoping to ease her conscience.

“I know, but, it’s just, well,” she looked away, “you fell, because I was, well, you know sunbat -”

Oh God she was aware I had been ogling her. She must think I am some old pervert, which I am, and for God’s sake how could I not be. This beautiful little minx was simply a small piece of heaven here on earth. She had dark brown hair, nearly black, silky, and down to her waist and almost always in a top knotted ponytail. Her skin, was seemingly flawless and had a light slightly olive complexion. Barely reaching five foot nothing her slim body, pert breasts and small beautiful heart shaped ass screamed for attention. What is more, is that in the three times I had talked to her since I moved in a month ago I could not help but notice her intelligence, and her compassion for others in her volunteer work. Had I been ten years younger I would have fallen in love . . . in fact I had.

“I, um, I am sorry about that,” I said as I awkwardly cut her off. I looked at her and said, “I assure you I will not do so again. It was improper, and you seem too nice a person to be treated so.”

She giggled again this time audibly and said, “Oh jeeze, you’re a guy, DUH! thats what guys do.” She smiled as she said this but I also thought I saw evidence of blushing.

I shifted that thought quickly out of my mind and tried to change the conversation, “So have you decided on which college you are going to? I know you enrolled at two, Drake and the U bursa otele gelen eskort of I right?” She had enrolled at both, having received full rides to both, Iowa for its Creative Writing Program, and Drake for a B.A. and their Law Program. However, she had not yet told one that the other would be her choice.

“I don’t know, I was still trying to find the reason I should choose one or the other.”

I was about to answer when her phone kicked in and started playing “Uptown Funk.” She looked at me, then down to her phone as she said, “Sorry.”

“Hello?’ she asked as her eyes rolled, “Yes Ma, I know I have to be at the Church in fifteen, yes, I know they need the help for the food pantry in the morning, Yes I already signed up, Mom, I am ahead of you as usual. I am just about to leave Mr. Flint’s. Yes,” again her eyes rolled. She looked at me helpless from the onslaught of her mother’s concern. “Mom, Mom, jeeze Mom, Okay I’ll be right there.” She hung up, sighed heavily (I was mesmerised as her diminutive chest rose and fell Straining her now noticeably tight shirt.) She looked plaintively at me and excused herself and left abruptly.

Well.

I sat speechless for a few silent moments and then noticed my penis had started to deflate. I laughed uneasily. I had not been aware I had gotten an erection. I had been so lost in the moment. Oh god I thought. I hope she had not seen that. I can not imagine how I could apologize for that.

Another knock on the door. This time it was the home service, and thankfully it was a nice matronly woman with whom I felt immediately at ease with.

************************************

Three days later Monday had arrived, and Ellen had just left after having made me lunch and dinner and put them in the fridge for later so that I could nuke them and have a nice real meal. She refused to let me eat the TV dinners I had had my niece buy for me before she picked me up at the hospital and brought me home.

I was trying to reread Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. I had read it some twenty years earlier in my teens and had wondered for some time if there was more I would understand or discern as an adult. Sadly I never had time to do that. However, time was now in great supply, but the pages, hard to turn, were slowly slicing and dicing the exposed tips of my fingers causing the edges of some pages to acquire coloring not intended when it was printed.

I couldn’t wait until my niece dropped of my laptop after she got off work and picked it up from a fellow engineer I worked with.

I must have dozed off, as I woke to a quiet knock on the door.

“Come on it, it is unlocked.”

I swiveled around in the recliner again to see Emma. Emma, dear God, thank you, and why, why do you torture me so!

She had her head tilted sideways looking at me with a sly smile upturned inquisitively as I gawked, transfixed and speechless as what stood before me had so completely consumed for any other thoughts occupy my mind.

Again there was a sexy little giggle followed by “Mr. Flint. Hello, Mr. Flint?’ now she was laughing.

“I uh, sorry,” I was quickly turning a shade of red as I began incoherently apologizing. “Emm – I mean, well, uh, oh jeeze, aw hell AGAIN I am so damn sorry.” I was pleading, imploring her to forgive me.

As I stammered out the sentence she shifted her stance and propped her right hand on her now enticingly angled bursa eve gelen escort bayan hip. And again I became prey to her feminine wiles. I could not help but notice she had a thin white T-shirt with the words “Oh, yeah? Try me!” glowing brightly in a neon pink air brushed script. It was also extremely short leaving her taught tummy exposed with a hint of bra and the undersides of her pert breasts. She was wearing low cut Daisy Duke jeans that I hoped exposed a piece of her heavenly ass. Her legs had a wonderful sheen that shimmered from the summer heat all the way to her toes which had pink toe nail polish and matched pink rubber sandals.

“Oh my, have I done too much?”

“Um, pardon me?”

I agonizingly pulled myself from my daze and looked up meeting her eyes.

“Have I done too much? Don’t you like the look?” she inquired.

I thought for a moment trying to decide the right course of reply. “Oh of course, you look as youthful and a lovely as ever.”

“But, that is not what I was going for,” she sighed as she looked away.

“Emma? What do you mean?”

She continued to look at the floor, “Well,” she began, “Last time I was here I noticed . . . I noticed you had an erection and I hoped it was because of me.” She was breathing fast as she finished.

Oh shit, “I did, but I hoped that you had not seen it.”

“But,” she said looking up, “was it because of me?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

She paused then shifted to a new pose, “And does this make you . . . hard?”

I tried to swallow, “Yes,” I replied still looking into her eyes, “but it shouldn’t.”

“Why?” she said as her smiled became a questioning frown.

“Because you are still underage.”

Suddenly she laughed, “NO! I turned eighteen the weekend before you came home from the hospital. It was the day you had the surgery to repair your wrists and your fingers.” She looked at me with a huge sheepish grin as she waited for me to realize what she was leading me to.

“But you are heading off to college. You have so much more in store for you, And its . . . wrong,” I said trying to convince myself.

“You’re so darn silly. I thought you were smart.”

“I try, but that is not the point.”

“No,” she said the smile now turning devilish, “the point is right there straining to be free.” She was now pointing at my penis that had been thinking on its own and saw nothing wrong with what she was wearing, how she was standing, and with what she obviously wanted!

“Em -”

“Oh shut the hell up,” she demanded as she quickly closed the distance between us and grabbed the edge of my sweatpants and began pulling them down.

Instinctively I lifted my hips still unaware that I was giving over to this little minx, this little minx that would get me killed (her father, a County Sheriff stood 6’5″ and was built like a brick shithouse – called her his little princess and joked about killing any guy that messed with her.) And yet I leaned back as she pulled my pants from around my ankles and left my socks on. My Penis was now poking its head above the elastic band of my plain white briefs.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed as she saw the plumb sized helmet protruding from my underwear. “Is that for me?” she asked as she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips and whispered into my ear, “I need to do this. I have wanted to do this EVER since you first talked with me.”

She pulled the briefs down and again I lifted my hips and then it popped free. I heard a quick, deep intake of breath. I was not the most physically fit man anyone ever met, but I was fat by no means and working in the aluminum mill with all of its heat melted most of what I gained from cheap cafeteria food. But my nearly eight inch Red Bull thick cock was the one thing I kept in shape, not because I was a playboy, but because my job was my life, and Momma thumb and her four daughters were its friends.

She slowly reached out and touched the head. The determined hot for cock vixen had now become timid, unsure, and breathing short and rapidly.

“Emma, its okay, slow down and breathe, you are going to make yourself pass out.” I smiled, “and we don’t want that right?”

She looked up at me and then down to my cock. Slowly she took it in her hand and began to slowly pump up and down paying attention to the ridges created by veins and the length long ridge on the underside. “Soft,” she cooed, “and hard.”

“Emma, it has been awhile, I apologize if, well, if I come too soon. I have condoms upstairs in the nightstand next to my bed. if you would be so kind to – ”

She abruptly cut me off, “Have you been with sluts? Whores?” she was now squeezing my cock hard.

“No, it’s just that I want you to have protection. I don’t want -“

She laughed again and let her grip loosen, “I don’t need protection I went on the pill three months ago so I’d be ready for college. I didn’t need it in High School. No one was up to my standards,” she paused, looking hard into my eyes, “Do I need to worry about you giving me anything?” Her grip tightened again.

“No, my last girlfriend, or rather my ex-fiance was a long time ago in college. There has been no one since.”

With that she quickly dropped to my cock and engulfed it with her mouth. Suddenly I was in heaven. Her mouth and the suction from her tongue as it swirled expertly from head to base made me grip the arms of the recliner. Then she sucked in one, then both balls and slowly bit down on them and released when I whimpered. She sucked harder and then let them pop from her mouth. I was lost. Everything was drifting in and out of focus, I thought I was about to lose my load until she stopped and began to move towards my chest.

Her thumbs hooked the bottom of my T-shirt and she began pulling it slowly upwards, kissing my stomach and making me laugh as she tickled it every now and then. The trip northwards was excruciatingly slow, deliberate, and sexy as hell. I know I had never been this hard in my life, so turned on, so helpless to the ministrations of another. I had surrendered without a fight.

I lifted my arms and she pulled the shirt over my head. Then she placed her hands on my chest. While looking me in the eye she gripped both nipples and quickly, harshly, twisted them. I exploded shooting my cum all over her exposed taught, and beautiful tummy.

“NO!” I screamed,

She looked down laughed and wiped some up with her left index finger and sucked the cum from her finger. With her other hand she wiped it around and in to her skin. She looked at me smiled, then exposed her right breast. She lowered her shirt, and said “Goodnight Mr. Flint. And thanx for the lotion!”

Before I could say anything, she had skipped across the room and out the door and in the process left it wide open. My God, had that really just happened? I was at a loss for words as I slowly got up from the recliner and snuck to the front door then closed it.

Oh shit! My niece would be stopping by! I rushed to get dressed.

I am not sure how long I sat in silence trying to decide just what or what not to do.

Finally my niece showed with my computer.

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Best Friends Visit OnaSpa Ch. 03

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I woke up, initially disoriented and then, as I gained a stronger foothold into reality, it dawned on me I really was in this fascinating place called OnaSpa. The light was streaming in through the blinds, and I surveyed our beautiful bedroom. Ali was not in the bed. It slowly came back to me what had happened the night before and I had a sudden feeling of panic that maybe things had gone too far. What if this put some kind of strain on our “best friends” relationship?

After peeing, I padded to the living room. No sign of Ali. When I went back into the bedroom, I saw the note on the night table:

“E- I woke up early. I’ll be at the breakfast patio outside by the pool area. If not there, maybe gym? – love, A”

I tied my hair up and threw on a white waist length tank top and a pair of sandals. I checked my pussy and decided to use the bidet quickly. I remembered my pussy being so wet the night before, slathered with Ali’s saliva.

As I passed through the complex, I saw many beautiful women, many obviously sweaty from a workout. I passed by two girls wearing matching tennis outfits, except they had no skirts or panties. They were in an embrace, kissing. There were a number of women around the pool masturbating. Ali and I saw each other from across the pool area, and we both waved. I had to admit, I was nervous!

I sat at her table. The sun was bright, and there was a light, warm breeze.

“Hi sweetie. How did you sleep?” Ali asked.

“Like a rock. You?”

“Same. Although I woke up really horny, so I came down here and masturbated by the pool.”

“So…uh…about last night,” I said cautiously.

“I’m sorry if I was too aggressive.”

“No, no, it’s ok. It was nice. I…uh…was just wondering what it meant…you know…where it puts us. I guess I never thought of myself as someone who kisses girls.”

“Honey, it’s ok. I think being here, it’s so sexualized, one’s bound to get a little ambiguous.”

“I guess it’s freaking me out a bit, and I’m also worried about our relationship. I’m not really sure where we stand.”

Ali moved her chair around the table to sit next to me and leaned in to give me a hug. “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I really hate that this is freaking you out. Nothing’s going to change. We’re still best friends. We don’t ever have to do any of that again. It doesn’t matter to me. Our friendship is the most important thing. I love you sweetie, and nothing will stand in the way of our friendship.”

“Ok, well I know maybe I am over reacting a bit.”

“No it’s ok. Elle, anything you want to make it more comfortable…tell me; I’ll do it.” Ali reassured me.

We hugged for a bit. As the anxiety began to melt away, I noticed Jessica approaching with Lydia. They were both totally nude with heels on, and Lydia was carrying a shiny gold vibrator.

“Hi guys!” Jessica said.

We all exchanged hugs and cheek kisses.

“So what’s up?” I asked cheerfully, concealing the weight of the prior moment.

“Not much. I’m on my way to do a class, and Lydia’s going to masturbate by the pool,” Jessica said.

“Oh great! Lyd, maybe I’ll join you. I wanted to take a dip. It’s a beautiful day!” Ali said, sort of stretching out the word “beautiful” for emphasis.

“That’d be great. Find me. I’ll probably be masturbating for the next hour or so, before I go on the clock. Are you coming to Jess’s cunnilingus class today?” Lydia inquired.

“Yes! I forgot to mention it. I’m definitely coming. Elle’s going to come watch.” Ali looked over at me, “Aren’t you?”

“Yep,” I said, directing this at Lydia and Jessica: “I know Ali wants me to be there on her first day.”

“Great!” Jessica said, excitedly. “You’ll enjoy it, I’m sure, and,” she said, grinning at Ali, “so will you, young lady!”

“I’m sure,” Ali said quickly. “Jess, how many girls do you think I’ll…uh… be…uh… doing it on today?”

“Usually, in a given session, you get to perform cunnilingus on 3 or 4 girls. And likewise, 3 or 4 will do it to you.”

“Wow, ok.”

“Don’t be worried, you’ll love it. It’s great to taste the different pussies, and you’ll learn a ton. I hope I get a chance to taste you, Ali.” Jess said, with a soothing quality to her voice.

Ali looked over at me with a half-excited, half-worried look.

“Ok, so see you later today,” Jessica said, and we all bid our goodbyes to one another.

“Shit! What time is it?” I blurted out.

“It’s about 10:15,” Ali said as she pointed out the clock across the patio. Apparently there were tons of clocks around so the guests didn’t have to wear their watches.

“I forgot I’m getting together with Stephanie to masturbate at 11.”

“Oh! Right! The massage girl. Cool!”

“I had better get back and take a shower and get ready. So what should I wear?”

“Wear something casual. I’ve got a really nice v-neck top with a matching canvas belt. It’s in the left drawer.”

“Perfect,” I said, relieved to have simplified my choices. bursa escort I wanted to look nice for Stephanie, but I didn’t want it to be too formal.

“Are you excited to be masturbating with her?” Ali asked.

“Yeah, I’m not particularly horny right now, but I assume I’ll get in the mood. I guess that is the hard part about making an appointment to masturbate!” I said, with a guffaw.

We had a good chuckle about that.

“Well, have a good time, sweetie. Do you want me to stay out of the suite so you guys can have privacy?”

“No, no. Not at all. Come by if you want.”

“Thanks. After I hang out with Lydia I think I’ll take a nap by the pool and then we’ll see.”

“Ok, so off I go!” I said, getting up. As I headed out, I was struck by the familiar image of people standing in the breakfast buffet line. Except that this line consisted entirely of nude women. At that moment, I had a little internal chuckle at how familiar and comfortable this version of hotel reality had already become.

I raced back to the suite and took a shower and got dressed. As I was slipping my shoes on, there was a knock at the door.

I swung the door open and Steph was there. She was wearing a belt and high heels and was carrying a little bag with her.

“You look smashing,” she said to me.

“You too. I’m glad we could get together.”

“Me, too. What a lovely suite!”

“Yeah, we got upgraded by Sarah. Very cool, no?”

“Absolutely,” she said as she scanned the photos on the wall.

“Would you like to have a drink on the balcony?”

“Sure, that’d be great. It’s beautiful out. I see you have a nice view.”

I got Stephanie her preferred drink and poured myself a greyhound, easy on the liquor. We stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing, and talked animatedly. I learned she had been in the same business that I was in, but threw in the towel for a better—at least certainly more sexual—lifestyle! We even knew some names in common in the industry. If only those people could see us now, nude and preparing to masturbate with one another!

“So what did you bring in the bag?” I asked.

“Oh! I brought some toys. Are you into anal masturbation?”

“I have only done it once.”

“Well do you mind if I do it?”

“Of course not. I might try it again myself.”

“Sounds good. I’ll help you if you need. Where should we masturbate? Out here or in the suite?”

“Where would YOU like to do it?”

“Maybe inside? Those couches look sooo comfy!”

“Great! Do you want to start now?” I asked, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, I’m pretty aroused. I was working this morning and helped several girls come, along with doing a few full body massages. I was looking forward to coming for you.”

We continued as we walked into the living room.

“You do regular massages too?”

“Yeah, come by for one!” She was already caressing her breasts.

“Wow, I’d like that. Oh! Maybe I’ll get a couple of towels….I’m sure I might make a mess,” I said, veering off to the bathroom.

Returning from the bathroom, I saw Steph looking at the pictures on the walls, continuing to caress her breasts.

“So how do you want to do this?” I said as I laid the towels out on the couch. “Do you want me to watch you masturbate and then you can do likewise, or do you want to do it together?”

“Let’s do it together. I also want to hear more about your experiences with that guy Randy.”

Randy was someone—a real jerk, actually—who we’d both worked with at separate companies in the same industry. We chatted while caressing our pussies. No subject seemed untouched, and the conversation flowed incredibly smoothly. Steph had changed positions so that her pussy was more visible to me. I returned the favor. It was amazing looking at her nude body up-close as she became more and more aroused. Steph started shuddering and I watched her face as she came.

“Wow that was quick,” I said, with mock envy.

“Well, I plan to come a few times, so I thought I’d just go for it,” Steph said, as she caught her breath. “I’m going to use a dildo anally now. Do you want to try?”

I was already in plenty of pre-orgasmic bliss, so I declined. I encouraged Steph to go for it. She seemed like a pro at it, liberally lubricating herself and the dildo with a lube she’d brought. I watched as she scooted way down on the couch and slowly inserted the dildo into her anus. It was beautiful to see her eyes seemingly involuntarily close as the dildo went in.

As I watched this unfold, the orgasm swept over me. My body bucked wildy as I came. As my eyes snapped open and shut, I saw Steph smiling beautifully at me, guiding the dildo in and out of her ass.

“Nice?” Steph asked, huskily.

“Yeah. Very. That dildo in you is very hot, I must say.”

“It sure feels good.”

We masturbated and talked more. Half an hour later, Ali keyed into the suite.

“Hi guys!” Ali said, animatedly. “How are you doing?”

“Just great,” I said, sprawled out on the couch, with my legs drawn up to my torso.

Ali walked over to the couch and bent down to exchange cheek kisses with Steph, who was sliding the dildo in and out of her anus. I could see as Ali bent over that her pussy had been and continued to be very wet; a lot of vaginal fluid and residue had visibly accumulated between her legs.

“So, uh, Al, do you need a towel for your pussy?”

As she sat down, Ali spread her legs to inspect her pussy. She apparently couldn’t see the build up of ooze from her vantage point.

“Do I need it?”

“Well not necessarily, but I could see build up on your pussy. It looks like you have been having a lot of fun,” I said, grinning.

“Yeah, well I came pretty hard a few times. I think Lydia and I masturbated for almost an hour by the pool.”

Steph chimed in, “Do you guys ever taste yourselves while you’re masturbating? I especially love tasting girl cum when it’s sort of congealed a bit and sort of oozing from a girl’s opening. I do that a lot to other girls when giving vaginal massages.”

“Hmm, there’s an idea,” I said, strangely intrigued. “They like for you to do that?”

“Yeah, a lot of girls like it when I eat their cum. Of course, I also go down on a lot of my clients. “

“Do you want to taste my cum, before I clean it up?” Ali asked Jessica.

“Yeah! Why not? Scoot over a bit.”

“So,” Ali instructed, “I can’t really see down there, so just scoop up whatever you want with your finger. Is there enough there?”

“Yeah. Even if it’s a small amount, I love it,” Steph said as she put her dildo aside. She leaned in and scooped up some of the residue, sticking her finger in her mouth and sort of provocatively licking it clean. She reached over for a final bit.

“Wow you’re still quite juicy, there a nice bit of girl cum here. You won’t need a towel anymore,” she said with an aroused grin.

“Good?” Ali said, with a little embarrassed trepidation.

“Yeah, great. Thanks. I really love that.”

Ali looked relieved.

All of this intimate eroticism was making me so horny and just then I started coming. Steph and Ali watched me as my whole body undulated. I felt so exposed, and it felt good.

“You look beautiful when you come,” Steph said, resuming her anal dildo play.

“You’re too kind. That felt great. I couldn’t believe how great it looked to see you taste Ali’s cum. Speaking of which, Ali’s going to be tasting some pussy juice this afternoon.”

Steph looked at Ali for elucidation.

“I’m going to the cunnilingus class. Beginner, of course.”

“Oh great! That’ll be fun. Are you nervous?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“Don’t be. It’ll be fun. You’ll make good friends, too. I’m still really close to the first girl I went down on.” There was a pause, and then Steph changed the subject a bit. “So have you done any pee play?”

“I like to pee sometimes while I masturbate. I peed for Elle one time when we were away at my parents’ desert house.”

“That’s great. There’s a great class on that if you want to check it out. Several of my clients like to pee while they’re receiving their vaginal massages.”

“How does that work?” I asked.

“Well, they just come in with full bladders, and we have a special massage room for that, because it obviously gets very wet. Most want to have their orgasms coincide with them releasing the pee.”

Just then, Steph shuddered as she came. This one wasn’t as big as the previous one.

“Wow…. Sorry for the interruption,” she said sheepishly, pulling the dildo out of her ass. We both giggled, and Ali gave her a quick affirming caress on her outer thigh. “So, is anyone hungry? I’m starved.”

It was already afternoon; we’d been hanging around masturbating and talking for more than an hour. I didn’t eat anything at all when I met Ali at the breakfast patio.

“Yeah, I am,” I chimed in. “Al?”

“I’m maybe too nervous about doing that class, but I’ll go with you guys. Will I have enough time to get ready before 2?”

“There’s really nothing to do to get ready,” Steph said. “It’s really come as you are.”

“But what about freshening up? I probably ought to take a shower.”

“You could, but all you really might want to do is freshen up here with the bidet. It’s not a high pressure deal.”

“Should I get dressed up?” Ali was clearly worried about all the “pre flight” details.

“Well, since it’s a daytime class, it’s really meant to be casual. Probably most girls will be dressed like you are now, or just completely nude.”

“Ok, well, so, let’s go then,” Ali said.

We all got up and wiped our pussies, put our shoes on and padded out the door. At the restaurant, Steph and I ate like horses, and Ali picked at a fruit plate. After lunch, we wandered around the grounds a bit and chatted with a few girls. Ali went back to the suite to freshen up and consider changing outfits. At a bit before 2, we headed over the classroom area. There were about 10 women in there, all chatting nervously. Many wore waist görükle escort bayan chains and some kind of shoes, but were otherwise fully nude. Ali had changed out of her shirt and was just wearing a belt, along with mid-high heels. We introduced ourselves to each in the group, and then I saw Jessica walk in.

“Hey girl!” I exclaimed.

“Hey Elle! How are you guys doing?” Jess asked.

“Great,” I said, replying for the both of us. “Steph says hi. We masturbated earlier.”

“Oh great!” Jess said as she moved to the front of the room. The room was outfitted with several gynecologist-style tables with stirrups and also a number of comfy-looking day beds, as well as several plush chairs. One of the “exam” tables was outfitted with what looked like a camera system.

“Ok girls, my name is Jessica, and I’m here to teach the cunnilingus class. As you know, this is a masturbation resort, but a lot of girls are curious about being with other girls, so we offer this kind of experience for those who are curious. This is typically a beginner class, so I would love to just get the lay of the land and go around the room and have each of you introduce yourselves, tell me a little bit about your masturbation habits and also why you’re here, what you want to get out of it, and maybe if you’ve had any previous experience.”

Each girl took her turn, and the group applauded for each one as they shared their intimate aspirations. Pretty much all were straight girls who were avid masturbators. I guess I never really thought about how many women might have Ali’s (and I guess my) proclivity for a masturbation “lifestyle.”

Most had gotten the idea of trying cunnilingus here, citing the incredibly sexualized atmosphere and all the beautiful women. One girl said, “You think you’re straight but then you’re surrounded by all these beautiful nude women, and it sort of makes you think about trying other things. It sort of changes your concept of what’s sexy.” A few of the girls described some experiences with other women. Jane, a redhead with a beautiful body described how she’d had a couple of experiences eating pussy in her adolescence and how she wanted to see what it was like in adulthood. One of the women was, like me, just there to watch.

At her turn, Ali said, “I’m Ali, and I’m visiting OnaSpa with my best friend Elle, who’s over there, for moral support. The only girl I’ve gone down on is Elle. I did it last night, and I enjoyed it a lot, but I want to try it other women. I love to masturbate and stay nude for long stretches of time, so this place is unbelievably perfect for me.”

“So, thank you everyone for sharing,” Jessica said. “What I want to do first is to show you guys the camera seat. I can perform certain techniques, and you can see them up close on those TV screens,” she said, pointing to 4 large flat panel TVs on each wall.

Jessica beckoned to the back of the room behind me and there was Lydia! Ali and I waved to her and she flashed a bright smile.

“Lydia is my assistant for this class and she’s going to be my ‘demonstration subject’.”

Lydia knew this to be her cue and headed toward the middle of the front wall where the camera-equipped exam table sat. Lydia climbed up on the table, and Jessica helped her legs into the footrests. Jessica grabbed Lydia’s hips and guided them into a certain position, and then she flicked on a switch. Suddenly we could see Lydia’s vagina vividly displayed on the screen, from an angle.

“So first I want you girls to choose a partner. Maybe just pick the person nearest you. You’ll all get a chance to eat several girls, so don’t over think it.

Ali turned to the girl nearest her. Her name was Kyle and she was extraordinarily beautiful, a sort of sandy blonde, with nicely trimmed pussy hair. They held hands and then hugged each other for reassurance.

“So once you’ve chosen a partner, decide between yourselves who’ll be the receiver and who’ll be the giver. There are exam tables like this one, or you can choose a day bed or even a chair. Whatever’s more comfortable, or sexy, or both. The exam tables can be raised or lowered to make it more comfortable for the girl doing the licking.”

Ali and Kyle decided Kyle would be the giver first. Each of the five pairs of girls moved to a spot in the room—most choosing the exam tables, surprisingly. The ‘receivers’ mounted their tables or beds and their partners helped them spread their legs and put their feet in the right places.

“I’m sooo nervous,” Ali mouthed silently to me as she settled in with her legs agape.

Audibly, I said, “You look great. Enjoy it.”

Ali and Kyle were talking back and forth, giggling nervously. I overheard Ali say, “Let me know if it doesn’t taste, uh, right and I’ll go freshen up.”

Kyle replied, “Ok, no problem. I’m sure it’ll be great.”

“You seem confident,” Ali said in amazement.

“No, not really. I have major butterflies. But I’m glad my first time is with you. You are really gorgeous and nice.”

Jessica’s voice interrupted their conversation. “Ok, so I want to give just some basic pointers, so look over here or up at the screens. How many girls are wet already? Raise your hands.”

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Thinking back on what happened here, I do feel I acted quite foolishly. Honestly, I wonder how i didn’t see this all coming. Let me not spoil it for you. Enjoy.

***

“Harry. Harry. Wake up” my Mum’s voice echoed in my head, I opened my eyes, she was standing at the door, forearms folded and one arm resting on the door frame.

“Yeah I’m awake, I’m awake,” I said groggily as I sat up looking around to see if I’d left any evidence of my masturbation lying around.

“What happened?” I asked.

“I need you to go get some things from the grocery store for me, would’ve gone myself but I’m making dinner.”

“Alright Mum. Gimme a second to get ready.”

“Okay,” she said still standing still there waiting for me to get up.

“Uhm, Mum I uhm, I’m ahh sorta… You know…” I rambled awkwardly gesturing to my body from the waist down, I was nude.

“Ohhhh, I’m sorry honey I didn’t realise,” she smiled and put one hand over her lips and turned to go. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before though,” she said as she disappeared from view.

“Mum!” I said trying to act ‘normal’, in actuality I wanted her to walk over to my bed and shove my cock deep inside her throat, coating it with her saliva as she played with herself, i knew she wanted it too but we both were pretending at the moment, i think. “I need to do something about this,” I thought referring to the situation then I looked down at my blanket, I already had a hard-on. I could hear her laughing as she walked away because of my reaction.

I stood up from the bed, took a quick shower and set off for the grocery store after collecting Mum’s credit card and car key.

I got back home about forty-five minutes later, dropped Mum’s key on the living room table and stepped into the kitchen to see what we were having for dinner, it was Turkey and a special sauce she liked to make every now and then, “Yum,” I said trying to stop myself from grabbing a piece.

“Mum I’m home!” I announced, there was no answer so i decided to go let her know I was here so she’d come out for dinner.

When I got to her room I saw that the door was almost closed, I knocked but she didn’t answer, I didn’t want to peep so I knocked again and then, “Oh God yes,” came her desperate moan from inside, I opened the door just a bit and saw my Mum, headphones in her ear, eyes glued to a laptop screen and a vibrator on her clit, she was watching porn, thankfully she wasn’t facing the door.

“Holy shit,” i exclaimed under my breath with eyes widened.

I wanted to barge in and see what would happen but decided against it, because I wasn’t sure how she’d react, although the fact that she just recently started leaving her door open was proof enough that she wanted something, a part of me still had doubts, I loved watching her make love to her pussy and I didn’t want it to stop.

I took out my cock which was slowly gaining length from my pants and stroked it softly as I watched my hot Mum moan in pleasure as her orgasm drew nearer. “Yes baby, fuck mummy’s pussy. Fucking make her cum,” she escort fatih whispered, I almost didn’t hear her.

My cock stood at full length now, I stroked faster, those words turned me on, I wanted to put my cock inside her so bad, “Your baby’s right here Mum,” I thought to myself.

I couldn’t help but think she knew I was watching and it turned me on even more. Suddenly she arched her back and started to jerk her hips back and forth, “Ohhh yesssss. Fuuuuck” she whispered as she started shaking violently, her vibrator still on her clit for a few seconds until she couldn’t take it anymore, she lay there shaking as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

I stroked harder trying to cum right after her but she was already done thrashing around and I was nowhere near close; masturbating with a dry cock didn’t feel as good as with lube. She sat up and I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish here so I left for my room, I wanted to cum so bad, I didn’t even bother putting my dick back in my pants, I just walked swiftly to my door with my dick swinging left and right in the air.

As i got to my door I impatiently opened it noisily and it seems she’d turned off her porn because she called out, “Harry! Is that you honey? Come down for dinner before it gets cold, don’t make me come and get you.”

“Fuck,” I mouthed, I knew she wasn’t joking but I really wanted to cum. “Alright Mum, I’ll be down in a second,” I opened the door, stepped in, put my back against the door and continued to stroke my dick as fast as I could without killing the pleasure and I thought of my naked Mum as she watched porn, I imagined myself walking into the room, unnoticed until i stuck my dick into her pussy…

Then there was a knock on my door, “Harry, where are you? Turkeys not gonna eat itself.” She turned the door knob, that sent a shock wave through my body, the blood flowed back into my brain and I knew I had to stop. I stuck my dick right back inside my pants with the head facing my head and my pants holding the shaft so it wouldn’t be so visible.

I opened the door before she did, “Alright I’m coming, just how good is this Turkey anyway?” Then I looked at her and my dick twitched in my pants.

From the waist up Mum wore a smile and a crop top that barely covered her boobs, she wasn’t even wearing a bra, I could see the lower fleshy skin of her massive jugs peering through the underside of the crop top, they were calling me to grab them whole and suck on their nipples. Thinking about it now, I probably should have said something about her ‘inappropriate’ dressing but I was in too deep at that point to even comprehend the moral implications of what was going on.

From the waist down she wore tight elastic sweat pants, they held on tightly to her hips and accentuated her curves, as if they weren’t pronounced enough, I glanced downward for a second and saw the impression her puffy lips made on her sweat pants, I imagined running my length through them, “Fuuuuck,” I thought.

“You’ll see, come on.” She said as she walked towards the kitchen.

“You escort istanbul look amazing Mum,” I blurted out behind her.

“Why thank you honey,” She giggled turning back only slightly.

I watched her ass as she moved, God! it was amazing, I wanted to grab those cheeks and fuck her bare back with her hands on the wall and my hands on her breasts as she said my name out loud after every moan, then I’d kiss the back of her neck as my strokes went so deep my engorged member touched her cervix, I felt a bulge grow in my pants, I tried thinking of something else to get my hard-on to go away but Mum wasn’t helping at all.

She seemed to be moving her hips vigorously, intentionally trying to get my attention, “Is this all in my head?” I asked myself.

Dinner was awesome, My Mum is an amazing cook, she cooked food as good as she looked, tasty. I had been staring at her boobs constantly, I think she caught me once or twice; I was mostly hard through the entire affair. I’d gotten some wine at the store which we drank as we ate so we were quite tipsy after dinner.

I did the dishes and Mum sat on the kitchen counter asking me questions about the girls in my life.

“So how’s Gwen? Have you guys spoken recently?”

Gwen was my ex; she was someone I preferred not to talk about so I didn’t really talk much about her when Mum asked.

“No, no we haven’t.”

“Ohhh, you haven’t gotten over her have you?” She said in such a soft voice I might have shed a tear, I didn’t give an answer I just kept doing the dishes. “Don’t worry baby, you’ll heal. So that’s why I haven’t seen you with a girl for the past six months huh?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m not ready for a relationship yet and I wanna take my time.”

“That’s good, I guess you must be feeling really blue up here” she touched her chest and I nodded, “And down there too,” she said suggestively and smiled sheepishly.

“Mum!” I stopped washing the dishes and turned towards her pouting my lips, she laughed so hard, I smiled and continued washing the dishes, “Maybe,” I finally said.

“There used to be so many of them over until Gwen, I had to buy ear plugs at a point” She added laughing, I was a bit embarrassed but still found what she was saying quite funny.

She sat with me till I was done and kept asking provoking questions making innuendos whenever she could and I kept pretending I didn’t like it. After I was done she decided to watch her favourite shows, I didn’t really have much to do so it was easy for her to convince me to join her.

We sat on a single sofa, the first show wasn’t so bad, she fell asleep during the second one, I realised half way into the show that she’d stopped gasping when ‘shocking’ things happened to the her favourite characters then a few minutes later I felt her head fall on my left shoulder, she held my hand and snuggled closer, her boob melted into my arm, I could feel the underside of the bare flesh of her right breast on my skin; it felt so warm, my cock strained inside my pants. Each time she readjusted, my cock tried to do escort bayan taksim the same.

The room was dimly lit so I wasn’t too worried that she’d see my boner if she woke up, her readjusting finally lifted her top just enough that I could see the silhouette of her nipple, although the lighting made it hard to see it still turned me on and my tent grew. She’d interrupted me before dinner and now with her boob pressing against me, barely covered by her crop top, I was aching for a release. After 20 minutes of ogling her big soft tit as it rubbed against my arm a bad idea popped into my head, I couldn’t take it any longer, I took a chance, I reached for my cock and started to rub it through my pants.

My mind went back to the time I saw her using her vibrator, I grabbed my cock through my pants and jerked myself off slowly watching her to see if she would wake up, the fear of getting caught made it more exciting, I wanted to cum so bad. I wanted to grab her head and stick my rod into her mouth, she kept making sweet sleep noises that sounded like moans, they turned my twisted mind on.

I finally took my cock out and stroked my bare meat as I imagined fucking my Mother right on this sofa, she moved her body slightly, I stared at her tits as my hand continued to stroked my cock, I was so close. I stroked harder, I tried so hard not to move my body so she wouldn’t wake up. I pictured that moment when I entered her wet pussy in my imagination before she called me out for dinner trying to imagine how it would feel and how she’d moan as my meat filled her pussy, “Ohh fuck,” I whispered involuntarily, I could feel the cum coming, I braced myself so I wouldn’t move much, just then I realised I didn’t have anything to clean up with, “Shit,” I thought, it was too late, I didn’t want to stop, my muscles were already tensing up, “I’ll just cum in my pants,” i said to myself.

Just as I was about to erupt, the most unexpected thing happened, My Mum who was supposedly sleeping bent her head down to my cock and enveloped my cock’s head inside her wet mouth. I spewed my seeds all inside her mouth, “Fuck,” I said under my breath, I came so hard and she took in every single drop. My cock continued to pulse at irregular intervals inside her mouth as it gradually lost wood.

Mum took her head off my shrinking member and took her hair back to the back of her head as she sat back up, she looked at me then swallowed the last bit of cum in her mouth noisily and licked her lips, “Hmmm,” I sat there speechless and satisfied, “Sorry I slept off honey, how was the rest of the show?” She asked as if nothing had happened.

“Uhmmm… That guy… uh Michael… he, he was the father.” I stammered still trying to figure out what I just saw, and felt.

“I knew it! …” She said in a slightly raised voice and continued to blab on about the characters and the story so far, all I could think of was what just happened, I just sat there with my mouth open and my eyes darting back and forth, i couldn’t even maintain eye contact.

“Well I’d better turn in for the night honey,” she yawned after talking for nearly a minute, “Goodnight, make sure you come to bed okay,” she kissed me on the cheek and left for her room not waiting for my reply, I just sat there like a dummy for a minute.

“What?” I asked myself in the empty room.

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The Girl Next Door — Day with Kimmy

Authors Note: This is the next chapter to the The Girl Next Door story. While you don’t have to read the first story, it would help provide context to this one.

I would like to thank everyone that took the time to read the first story and for all the comments. I appreciate the encouraging words and constructive criticism; both are always welcome.

I would like to again, sincerely thank HeyAll for editing and guidance on this story! Very much appreciated to get some help from one of my favorite authors.

All characters in the story are over 18.

Chapter 5

Waking up the next morning I knew I had to focus on work. I also knew that would be hard to do, with the thoughts of Tammi and the last several days in my mind. Especially her saying that she wanted to try anal.

Before I got started with work, I decided to order some of the things I would need for our next ‘adventure’ at her request. Her request was, anal. I was hellbent on making it an unforgettable sensual experience for us to share.

I opened the browser to Amazon and started to search for the items.

Let’s see, definitely will need the green cap Astroglide lube.

‘Should I get the one-time purchase, or will I need the Subscribe & Save option?’ I wondered out loud.

I add the One-Time purchase to the cart. Smiling and hopeful that I would have to upgrade to subscribe and save later.

What else? Definitely need butt-plugs. Searching, I find what I was looking for. Small-Medium-Large starter kit.

CLICK. Added to the cart.

Looking at the displayed suggested items I see something that brings a grin to my face.

“Oh, I a stainless butt plug. The pink jewel looks HOT! She LOVES pink.”

CLICK. Into the cart it goes.

Thinking back to some of the Anal Category Literotica stories, an idea comes to me.

“God yes! Nipple Clamps.”

I find a set with bells on the end and a chain attaching them.

Grinning and imagining the chain pulling down on her nipples, the clip pinched tight.

‘Add to cart’. CLICK.

I think that should do it!

Going to the cart to checkout I see the delivery dates. UGGGG!

Damn, the butt plugs are on backorder. They won’t get here until after the weekend. We cant make this work without the butt plugs!

SHIT. Tammi and I were hoping that we would make this next adventure happen Saturday night.

I called Tammi, who just started back from spring break, to let her know about the order issue. I knew that after a hectic start back to school, she would be looking forward to the weekend.

“Hey, Tammi. I hope you have a great day back and school,”

“Hi Baby! I’m in the car on the way to class and looking forward to seeing my friends.”

“Babe, I have good news and bad news about the order,” I continued.

“Humm. Good news and bad news. Well let’s have it,” she chuckled.

“Well, the good news is I got things ordered, bad news is that it won’t be in until next week. So, we will have to wait a little longer for our next ‘adventure’. I’m sorry baby”

“Awwww, Jason it ok. I want it to be special. If we have to wait, then we do. I am sure we can find something to keep us busy this weekend baby.”

“Oh, based on the last couple of days, I’m sure we can,” I laughed.

“Ok babe, I am at school. Talk later.”

I have to say I was a little disappointed. Exploring anal with Tammi was something that I woke up thinking about. My hard cock was a testament to that. I guess I should get over it and get back focused on work.

The day went by quickly. Calls, emails, texts all helped to make the day go by.

I knew Tammi had a busy day with clinicals and would not have much time until she got home later that night.

Since I had not yet gone for a run in my new neighborhood, it seemed like a good idea.

One of the things I liked about this area is that there were a ton of biking and running trails. I set out on a 5-mile run. Looking around as I ran, I was more convinced that this move was a great decision. The area was wonderful, and the run confirmed what Kim Bradford, my real estate agent, and Tammi’s best friend told me. I had made a great choice.

Making it back home, I pulled off my shirt and shoes and jumped in the pool to cool off.

About 5 minutes later, I heard a sliding door open from next-door. Tammi came across her yard, beer in hand.

A big smile on her face, she strolled over to her gate and entered my pool area.

“I saw you round the corner, all sweaty and hot, and thought you might need a beer,” she smiled.

Then a sound that I can never get tired of. The sounds of a can of beer being opened. “Pshsh.”

She squatted down at the edge of the pool, and beer in hand, offering it to me.

Looking up and her, I was tempted to grab the beer and her hand and pull her in, clothes, and all into the pool. After all, who doesn’t love a aksaray escort wet T-shirt contest? Right?

However, I didn’t want to push my luck. I took the beer, looked into her eyes, and raised it.

“Cheers, Tammi. Here’s to you and the rest of the semester. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Jason. This is a tough semester with having to do clinicals. I will need to be extra focused.”

Taking a big gulp, I enjoyed the taste of the cold beer. Even more, I enjoyed being with her.

She was still in her student nurse’s scrubs, apparently just getting home from school. The maroon color looked so good on her. Even though she was a student, it was obvious that she had those tailored. They fit too well on her- following the contours of her body. Not the kind of one size fits all scrubs.

“By the way, I talked with Kimmy and what do you think about going to Wekiwa Springs with us on Saturday. Kimmy and I go there a lot. It is a fun place. Canoeing, Hiking, Biking, and swimming. Please, say you will go.”

I looked at the smile on her face and how could I say no?

“Of course babe. I want to learn all about this area. It sounds like fun! Who would say no to spending time with not one but TWO beautiful women?”

“Oh! Is that right? Is that why you are going to go? Two beautiful women,” she said as she punched my arm,” Just remember who your ‘babe’ is.”

“Tammi, you will never need to remind me of that!”

“I better get back and start my homework. I have several reports about today’s rounds to get done.”

“OK, thanks for the beer and if you get bored, feel free to come to your window,” I said with a grin on my face.

“I will keep that in mind if I need a break. But if I do that, I might not get back to my work.”

She smiled as she looked over her shoulder walking back to her house.

I finished the beer relaxing in the pool before heading in myself to grab some dinner.

I wondered if there would be a show tonight. After checking several times, I decided that Tammi was making the right choice and doing her clinical reports. I decided to head to bed.

As I woke up the next morning, I saw a text from Tammi.

Tammi: Sorry ?, I didn’t get around to the show last night. Just knew if I started, I would not stop and would not get anything else done. LOL

Jason: It’s OK Tammi, first things first. I am really looking forward to Saturday and spending some time with you and with Kimmy. She was so wonderful in helping me find a place. I can never thank her enough for finding this place for me.

Tammi: I know she had a great time working with you and I know we will have a great time! Talk to you later ??

My mind started to wonder about Saturday. I love the time with Tammi and it would be nice to get to know her best friend Kim a little better. We had a great working relationship while she helped me locate a place down here. It would be nice to get to know her on a personal level.

Kimmy, like Tammi, is about 5’4″ — 5’5″ inches. Both are blondes, Tammi’s hair is longer, and Kimmy’s is cut shoulder length. Both have that Florida girl look. Beautiful with bright white smiles. Kim had a darker tan than Tammi. While Tammi has an athletic body, Kimmy has more curves and those curves are topped off with a nice set of what I guess are 36D’s. I wondered if they were natural or implants. But because Kimmy dressed so professionally when we were working together, I could not tell.

Knowing that Wekiwa Springs will involve swimming, figured that I would find out when she was in her bikini. Natural or Implants! I was just hoping that Tammi would not mind me finding out.

The rest of the week went by quickly. Tammi and I talked on the cell, texted and chatted in person when she got home.

She was getting home late, her dad was already home, and we were not able to get any real private time if you know what I mean. We stole a kiss when we could, but that was about all. Even so, I enjoyed our talks.

I heard about her day, what she learned, and how focused she was about learning. Her compassion came thru when she talked about her clinicals and her opportunity to interact with patients. It was clear, she had a big heart and cared for others.

Friday afternoon came around and I packed it in early. I grabbed a towel, a beer, and headed to my pool.

About 20 minutes later I saw Tammi’s call pull in and just behind her was Kimmy’s white BMW.

They both got out of their cars and waved over to me and said they were going to change and asked if it would be OK for them to join me.

“I would love that. Come on over,” I yelled over.

As I was sitting on one of the steps, I watched them make their way over to my pool. They brought some beer and some snacks with them. Tammi using a long t-shirt as a cover-up. Kimmy had her black bikini top on and yellow Lulumon shorts complementing the top.

Both girls got down to their bikinis and walked into the escort pool. My hopes of then jumping in and losing their tops were dashed.

One thing that was not dashed was my first look at Kimmy in her bikini. I didn’t have to wait until Saturday, I thought to myself.

She was well built with curves in all the right places. I could tell that her breasts were all-natural.

I guess she hid them to be professional, but there was no hiding them now. If I had to guess the top was a size too small and her breasts spilled out the side and the top was just a triangle that barely covered her nipples. I hoped that Tammi didn’t catch me staring at Kimmy.

As I looked away from Kimmy, Tammi smiled at me. One of those smiles that signaled I was busted, but she did not mind. What could I do but just smile back?

We had a great time talking about all kinds of things. How they met, their longstanding friendship and their boyfriends, and how immature men their age were. The conversation flowed freely and was entertaining.

Turns out Tammi and Kimmy have been friends since second grade. Each feeling like they were part of the other family. They frequently spent time at each other’s homes. Sleepovers, breakfast, lunch, dinners, they always seemed to be with each other. They grew up together, went to the same school thru high school together. Double dated together. They were like two peas in a pod.

As the conversation worked its way to their high school years, I was fascinated to learn some things about them. They each talked, sometimes one finishing the others sentence. It was clear that they indeed were the best of friends.

I loved listening to them and what they had to say. Especially the part where they wanted to learn to kiss and how they would practice on each other. They were quick to add that it was just kissing and did not go anywhere past that.

Kimmy was incredibly open, sharing that they would talk about their latest date. How they would compare and share how big their dates cocks were. How good they were at eating pussy. How big a load they would shoot, either into their open mouths or deep in their pussy.

As she talked, I started to pair images of them doing these various things, my cock stiffened.

They also shared how they would double date. When they knew that Tammi’s dad would be working thru the night, they would go back to Tammi’s house and do Netflix and chill.

They told me about a few times where they would be together with their boyfriends and eventually, either on the couch or in Tammi’s bed, they all wound up either half or completely naked.

One thing would lead to another and they would start to suck their boyfriends off, or their boyfriend would eat them out and they would wind up next to each other each taking their boyfriends dicks for a good ride or fucking side by side.

I guess women talk about sex as much as us guys do! I was glad they were comfortable sharing with me.

My curiosity, along with my hardening cock, got the better of me and I had to ask, “And what about you two? You two must have given your boyfriends a show. Sucking on each other’s tits and eating each other. Right?”

“Oh my god no!” Tammi replied, “We made a deal that we would never be intimate with each other. We would not cross that line. It was hot fucking next to each other, our boyfriends liked seeing each other’s girlfriend naked and getting fucked, but not anything that involved the two of us. Besides, I’m sure our boyfriends would not suck each other off — fair is fair,” she smiled.

I glanced over to Kimmy, and she seemed to have a half-disappointed face. I started to ask her about what she thought about being with another woman, but Tammi interrupted, looking at her watch and saying her dad would be home soon.

Tammi had planned to put together a late dinner for when he got home.

Something seemed odd about the abrupt nature of her comment. But, off they went, getting out of the pool and toweling off and putting their cover-ups back on.

I slowly made my way out of the pool, mindful of my half-hard cock, I followed them to the table and chairs.

I hugged Kimmy, then she turned to walk out the gate.

I grabbed Tammi and gave her a big hug and kiss. As our lips locked, she wrapped one arm around my neck, the other hand slide down to my cock.

She gently rubbed my cock.

“You can enjoy looking at her, but you can’t touch. This is mine,” she said as she gave my cock a squeeze.

I moaned as she released my cock, I looked down into her eyes.

“It’s all yours baby, I’m no fool.”

Tammi turned and followed Kimmy out the gate.

Looking over her shoulder, she said, “we’ll see you at 7:30 AM! Park opens at 8:00 so we will get there as it opens.”

I just watched as those two firm asses bounced out the gate, shaking my head and thinking, “Yep, I made the right choice moving down here!”

I got up around 7:00 AM and poked around the house and promptly at 7:30 AM, I met kağıthane escort the girls at my car.

The girls brought a picnic lunch and their swim bag. I had a backpack with a towel and a change of clothes.

The girls were each wearing a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt. Tammi was in her familiar pink top and Kimmy in a coral one. Both were gorgeous and there is no doubt they would be getting a lot of looks at the park. We hopped into the car and were off to Wekiva Springs.

On the drive, we talked about what Wekiva had to offer. Hiking, canoeing, biking, kayaking and of course swimming. It seemed to have a little of everything. We decided that we would hike the grounds first and then kayak around and go to one of their favorite picnic spots for lunch.

We pulled in just as the park was opening with a few cars in front of us. We paid the $6.00 entrance, found a shady parking spot, and got ready for the hike.

Since I had a large backpack, I threw some of the waters we brought with us into it and we set off. I was excited to explore the area and even more excited to spend time with Tammi and Kim.

The park is a nature sanctuary. Birds, squirrels, otters, and various other animals. I was hoping to see an alligator, but then again, I wasn’t. The girls assured me they would protect me if we came across one. I guess I might have looked a little more apprehensive than I thought.

The hike was on a relatively flat, marked 8-mile trail. We took our time to explore everything the trail had to offer. The plants and flowers were abundant, and I loved the palm trees! Not many palm trees in Northern Virginia. Being less than 30 min away from a park-like this and in this weather was so satisfying.

Our conversation was wide-ranging. A lot of it centered around the beauty of the park, but we did find time to talk about personal things. Tammi talked about school and how much she is learning. Kim talked about work and some of the creeps that she came across selling houses. I talked about how little I missed the Virginia area.

The girls stopped often to take a pic or a selfie and promptly posted them on Snap Chat for their friends. They even included me in some of the pics. We took breaks to grab a drink of water or a quick granola bar and made our way along the trail. Each turn of the trail presented another thing to explore or another animal to see.

We finished the hike and sat down, a little sweaty, each of us enjoying a nice cold water that we bought at the concession stand. We bought a few extra waters and grabbed the picnic from the car and loaded it into my rental kayak and pushed off. We were paddling our way to find the girls’ favorite picnic spot.

It did not take long to get to the spot, and right after we got the kayaks on the beach, the girls stripped down to their bikinis and sprinted back into the water. I quickly followed.

The cool water was refreshing and very welcome after the hike. Kim had the bikini from the night before, which again, left nothing to the imagination. Tammi had her coral top and back bikini, not leaving much to the imagination either.

After cooling off Tammi walked thru the water and put her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply. Then she whispered so Kim could not hear, “remember you can look but no touching.”

“Yes my love,” I replied as a smile grew on my face.

Busted again. I was starting to think she was psychic and reading my mind.

Then lifting her up, I tossed her into the water, a shriek filling the air.

Kim and I just looked at each other, then at Tammi, and laughed.

That toss leads to a heated splash battle that left all of us laughing and smiling in the warm sun.

One thing I did notice is that the cool springs water left the girls’ nipples hard and poking thru their tops. My smile just got bigger as I enjoyed the scene.

After splashing and cooling off, we laid the blanket out and had the packed picnic lunch. The girls did a great job putting together a healthy assortment of fruit, cheese, trail mix, and a bottle of red wine. We leisurely had the picnic as we continued to talk and laugh.

As the picnic started to wind down, Tammi flashed me a smile as I looked at her eyes. Her gaze then dropped down to between her legs, then back up to me.

“I am so ready,” she mouthed.

Then quickly looking over to Kimmy, she pulled her bikini aside, flashing her pussy at me.

What could I do but smile and shake my head at her teasing? She knew that I could not do anything at the park and with Kim there.

“You just wait, you tease.” I shook my finger at her smiling.

We grabbed the blanket packed up and before getting back in the kayaks for the return trip, took another quick dip in the cool water.

We returned the kayaks and heading to the car I turned to the girls and put an arm around each of them.

“I just want you both to know what a great time I had with you today. Thank you for including me and for showing me the area. I hope we can do more of this.”

Kim was the first to reply. “Well, since you had a good time so far, how about we get some steaks, fish or whateves and throw it on the grill. We can pick something up and Publix on the way back. How about that Tammi?”

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