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Blindsided Ch. 01

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This story is a slow burn. There is sex in it but character development is the primary focus on this chapter. Hope you enjoy and as always constructive criticism is welcomed.

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“When will JaVaughn take no for an answer.” Devyn said to Kelsie, as she rolled her eyes and deleted the text message JaVaughn sent her.

“Oh wow, I don’t know how you do it girl, just looking at him makes my panties damp.” Kelsie replied back to Devyn, as they arranged flowers to be displayed.

“You and everyone else. I like guys that are cute and conservative. Like the guy over there in aisle seven. He is attractive but doesn’t appear to be a show off.”

“Yeah he’s kinda cute, but he doesn’t have that swagger that JaVaughn has though.”

“Well how about I give you JaVaughn’s number so he can leave me the hell alone.”

“Um no thanks. That anaconda between his legs is going nowhere near me. I’d like to be able to walk ya know.”

“But I thought he made your panties damp.” Devyn teased.

“He does, but I would still be scared to get with someone that big.”

“Do you really think JaVaughn is hung like they say he is?”

“Yes I do, because Gabbie hooked up with him about a year ago and wanted to press charges.”

“For what? Did he beat her or something?”

“No no no nothing like that.” Kelsie chuckled.

“Then what for?” Devyn asked with a confused look on her face.

“For assault and battery on vajayjay. And you know it is serious when Gabbie says it’s huge. I love that girl, but you and I both know she can be a little loose with the goods if you know what I mean.”

“Say no more.” Devyn said while holding her hand up to signal she heard enough.

“Gotcha. Anyway are we still on for that Uptown Art class this Saturday?”

“You know it. Any time I can drink alcohol and pretend that I’m a famous artist count me in.” Devyn laughed.

“Oh you are such a lush, but then again so am I. Anyway I know you and Charlie were suppose to go, I just hope I’m a good last minute substitution.”

“Girl you know you are. Besides, I had to beg Charlie to sign up with me, but since he is out of the picture I can go with someone that will actually enjoy the class.” Devyn said before checking her phone again.

“Fucking asshole.” Devyn mumbled as she angrily jammed her phone back in her pocket.

“What did JaVaughn say this time?” Kelsie asked.

“It wasn’t JaVaughn, it was Charlie wishing us a happy anniversary.”

“But I thought y’all were done?”

“We are. He is just saying that to try and get under my skin. Well fuck him, I’m not giving that smug bastard the opportunity to gloat.”

“Maybe you should hook up with JaVaughn and send him a picture afterwards, because that is what Charlie did to you after sleeping with Brooke.”

“Nah I’ll pass, because if I did, all JaVaughn and Charlie would do is high five each other and bad mouth me behind my back.”

“Really? You think so.”

“I know so. JaVaughn acts like him and Charlie are not that good of friends, but I have a feeling they are closer than he lets on.” Devyn said with an irritated sigh.

“Ok, well you have a customer to tend to, because I need to step in the cooler to do something real quick.” Kelsie said before Devyn could understand why she wanted to quickly abandon her all of a sudden.

“Umm excuse me.” The man from aisle seven said to Devyn as her back was turned to him.

“May I help you.” Devyn said curtly, with her back turned to the man, as the message from Charlie, and Kelsie quickly scooting into the cooler without much warning, left her a little rattled.

She immediately regretted being rude once she turned around and realized it was the man from aisle seven.

“Bad day huh?” The man from aisle seven said, as he was unfazed by Devyn’s curtness.

“You don’t know the half of it.” Devyn said softening her voice and sighing with relief as the man did not seem to take offense to her being short with him.

“Yeah it messed me up pretty bad when I found out too.”

“Huh? I don’t follow.” Devyn said as she gave the man a curious look.

“Oh I was just saying that I was pretty upset too when I found out Santa Claus was fake.” The man said while keeping a straight face.

“Oh ok gotcha.” Devyn said, as her facial expression went from being confused to amused. “I wish that were the case, but it is much worse, I found out the tooth fairy isn’t real. I wanted to sell a few teeth if I ever got in a bind, but now I can’t since she’s not real.” She pouted playfully.

“Well I’m glad you found out, before it was too late.”

“And why is that.” Devyn said while fighting back a smile.

“Because then the world would be robbed of that pretty smile you are trying to hold back.”

“Why thank you.” Devyn said, as she chewed on her cheek to keep from grinning.

“Anyway I’ll be quick because I’m sure you have other things to tend to.”

“Maybe, but that can wait for now cutie.” Devyn thought to herself, then focused her attention sariyer escort back to the man. “It’s kinda slow right now so you are not bothering me.” Devyn said while trying to keep her eyes focused on the man’s eyes, as she fought off the temptation to size him up.

“Oh ok cool, well anyway, I would like that bouquet of flowers over there and… damn hold on let me take this real quick.” The man said as he stopped mid sentence to take the phone call.

“Yeah I’ll be there on Saturday. And yes I promise to behave myself, but I’m telling you now only thing I’m drawing is a stick man. Yes you heard me a stick man, but I’m in the middle of something so let me hit you back in a bit ok.” The man said to the person he was talking to, before concentrating back on Devyn.

“Sorry about that interruption. Anyway I was wondering if you could do me one more favor.”

“Sure. How can I help?” Devyn said as she tried to determine whether the person the man was talking to was a girlfriend or just a friend. She was also trying to figure out if he talking about attending the art class on Saturday. “It would be a shame if he is already taken, but if he isn’t maybe we can talk more on Saturday.” Devyn thought to herself, as she did her best to keep a straight face as the man made his request.

“I need you to pick out one of the single best flowers you have here, but don’t put it with the bouquet I want it separate.”

“Ok I think I have just the one, I’ll be right back.” Devyn said as her heart sank a little because she was sure the flower would be for someone the man had an interest in. “Of course he likes someone else. How could I be so stupid. Oh well, just my luck I guess.” Devyn sighed as she made her way into the cooler, to see Kelsie piddling around trying to look busy.

“Well… what’s the scoop?” Kelsie asked impatiently.

“There is no scoop, he is interested in someone else, end of story.” Devyn said as she brushed passed Kelsie and picked a yellow rose that hadn’t fully blossomed yet.

After picking out the best yellow rose she could find, Devyn made her way back to the cash register, where the man was waiting for her. What started off as a crappy shift ended up getting better, but went downhill again once the guy that Devyn thought was flirting with her seemed to have his thoughts on someone else. She was about to learn that her assumption was off base.

“Here you go. This is the best one I could find. I know roses are a bit clichè, but I think whoever it is for will like it. I mean I know I would.” Devyn said cutting herself off before rambling on.

“Oh ok well I just learned something new. I thought roses only came in red.”

“Yeah they come in a bunch of different colors, but yellow is my favorite. Anyway let me hush, I know you didn’t come over here for a floral lesson.”

“You’re fine.” The man said. “You could talk about growing grass and make it interesting.” The man thought to himself.

“Ok well that will be twenty-five dollars please.” Devyn said as she held her hand out to take payment from the man.

“Thank you and I hope your day gets better.” The man said as he took the bouquet and left the flower on the counter.

“Umm aren’t you forgetting something.” Devyn said before the man had a chance to turn his back to her and leave.

“Nuh uh.” The man said while shaking his head. “That’s for you.”

“Why thank you.” Devyn said while laughing nervously. “But won’t your girlfriend get mad about you buying something for another woman.”

“Yeah I guess she would if I were seeing someone, but I am single so I think I’m safe.” The man chuckled.

“Again thank you.” Devyn said while grinning uncontrollably.

“You’re welcome. Hopefully a rose from a stranger will keep you out of therapy.”

“It will, but you should tell me your name, because my parents always taught me to never accept gifts from strangers.”

“Fair enough. The name’s Cedrick Harris and yours.” The man said while extending his hand.

“Devyn, Devyn Verbeck.” Devyn said nervously as she tried to shake Cedrick’s hand as delicately as possible.

“Well Devyn, Devyn Verbeck, Your name matches your smile.” Cedrick said while smiling himself.

“Umm thank you.” Devyn giggled then snorted, much to her horror.

“And she even has a cute snort.” Cedrick said hoping he didn’t embarrass Devyn. “Well let me get out of here, it was nice to meet you, hopefully I will see you around when I have more time.” Cedrick said, leaving before Devyn could respond, as his bravery started to flee from him.

Soon as Cedrick left, Kelsie came from the cooler. She didn’t hear what all went on, but she could conclude from the look on Devyn’s face that whatever it was it was good.

“Oh my gosh Kelsie I can’t believe that the flower was for me, and here I was huffing and puffing because I thought it was for someone else. I mean I had no clue, he got me good.”

“Amazing simply amazing.” Kelsie said as she saw Devyn light up like a Christmas tree.

“What eskort are you talking about Kelsie?”

“I find it amazing that you said all that without taking a breath. I think someone is a little excited.”

“Oh hush. I’m not that excited, besides he was talking to a girl on the phone, so maybe they are dating, even though he said he was single.”

“Whatever, I doubt that guy would be mean enough to flirt with you then talk on the phone with his girlfriend.”

“You never know.”

“Well I hate to break it to you but there are some decent guys out there, not everyone is like Charlie or JaVaughn for that matter.”

“Yeah you are right, but me and Charlie have only been broken up for a month. I don’t want to just jump into something.”

“Yeah because Charlie waited to jump…oh wait he didn’t, he slept with that skank Brooke while y’all were still together. So fuck him.”

“True true, but you know that Charlie and his goons would make my life hell if they knew I moved on.”

“I think that guy could probably handle himself if push came to shove.”

“You are such a back peddler Kelsie. Earlier you talked about him lacking swagger, now you are saying he could hold his own.”

“Swagger has nothing to do with holding your own Devyn. Like I said I like guys who are flashy and command a presence when they enter the room. Just because he seems to be reserved doesn’t mean anything, besides we are talking about you and not me ok.”

“Ok Kelsie. You know I had to mess with you.”

“Yeah I know. Anyway let’s finish up with these flowers, I’m ready to get the hell out of here.”

“Yeah me too girl.” Devyn said.

As soon as he made it out of the store, Cedrick called his friend Aimee to finish up the conversation that he ended earlier when he was talking to Devyn.

“So what was that all about? You never cut me off. Were you talking to a girl?” Aimee asked.

“Yeah kinda.”

“Well it’s about time, what made made this girl so special?”

“Well I was getting flowers to take to Amanda’s grave.”

“Oh shit!” Aimee exclaimed cutting Cedrick off. “I’m so very sorry Cedrick, I completely forgot about today.”

“It’s all good Aimee. Don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“Thanks for not making a big deal about it, but I still feel like shit though. Anyway back to my original question. Who was the girl you were talking to before I called?” Aimee asked hoping to change the subject.

“Her name is Devyn and the only reason I spoke to her was because she was working in the flower section. There was something there, but I feel like I went behind Amanda’s back.”

“Nonsense Cedrick, it has been two years now, I’m sure she would want you to move on. You can’t keep blaming yourself for that night. It was not your fault.”

“I guess you are right but…”

“No buts dammit. I know I’m right, plus I’ll be leaving Monday evening and won’t be back for a month and a half. So it would make me feel better if I knew you had someone to hold your interest while I’m gone.”

“Ok mother.” Cedrick said sarcastically. “I still can’t believe you are teaching an art class on Saturday then turning around and using those same hands to punch someone in the face two months from now.”

“Well what can I say, I’m good with my hands, and if you don’t believe me you can ask Lauren because last night…” Aimee said before being cut off.

“Ahhh enough.” Cedrick said while wincing. “Dammit Aimee you are worse than a damn dude sometimes.”

“Sorry I can’t help it. You practically soft ball pitched that one to me, so you only have yourself to blame.”

“True, well anyway I’m at the gravesite, so I will talk to you later ok.”

“Ok Cedrick. Call me if you need anything.”

“Ok Aimee I will.”

“You better or I will kick your ass if you don’t.”

“Ok ok I will. I promise.” Cedrick said before hanging up and kneeling at Amanda’s grave.

“I still can’t believe it’s been two years Amanda. It’s been a long two years without you here. It’s like a bad dream that I keep hoping I’ll wake up from. I still beat myself up for not being home that night. I called myself trying to make a future for us, but that fell apart when you died that night.” Cedrick said as his eyes welled up with tears.

Cedrick took a few moments to cry before regaining his composure. After his eyesight cleared up he spent the next twenty minutes at Amanda’s grave saying his final thoughts before heading home.

As Cedrick entered his house, he sat down on the couch and contemplated calling Aimee to come talk with him, but decided against it.

“Ahh pretty soon Aimee will be gone. So I have to quit depending on her.” Cedrick said to himself while turning on the television.

The day had taken its toll on Cedrick because within fifteen minutes of watching t.v., he was sound asleep.

Meanwhile across town Devyn was just making it back to her apartment after having a few drinks with Kelsie. The encounter with Cedrick and the liquor she drank amped up her hormones. beyoglu escort It had been over a month since her and Charlie had broke up. While they were together they fucked at least five times a week, which is why she was shocked to find out that Charlie found the time to hook up with Brooke behind her back. Nevertheless, after a month of no physical contact Devyn was feeling quite horny. So to soothe the raging beast between her legs, she decided to run a bath and take matters into her own hands.

“This feels so good.” Devyn groaned as she sank down in the tub and rubbed her clit. “It sucks I have to do this all alone. I can only imagine how good those sexy ass lips would feel right now.” She mumbled out loud as she fantasized about Cedrick going down on her.

As Devyn plunged her fingers deeper into her pussy, she used her other hand to tease the rim of her asshole. She wasn’t heavy into anal play, and never had a cock in the ass, but sometimes when she wanted extra stimulation she loved having her asshole teased.

“Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck.” Devyn chanted repeatedly, as a much needed orgasm shot through her body.

As the orgasm had its way with Devyn, her toes uncontrollably clenched together like a fist, while her nipples stiffened up hard enough to cut glass. After what felt like an eternity, her orgasm finally died down, bringing Devyn back to reality.

“Just what the doctor ordered.” Devyn said breathlessly as her body relaxed, while her climax subsided.

After sitting in the tub for a bit, Devyn got up and dried herself off before padding to her bedroom. She lived alone and often slept naked, so it was no big deal for her to lay on the bed nude and watch t.v. or play with her tablet until she fell asleep.

The next day proved to be uneventful for Cedrick as he went about his daily routine the best he could. Yesterday was bittersweet for him, it had been two years to the day that Amanda was taken from this world, but on the same day he struck up a conversation Devyn and felt a spark.

For the first time in a long time, Cedrick quit beating himself up and seized the opportunity to talk to a girl instead of passing it up, like he had done so many other times.

Though Devyn piqued his interest, he fought the urge to go back and see her. He convinced himself to wait until next week to go see her, that way she would not be turned off by him appearing to be too eager. Little did he know, he was going to be seeing her sooner than that.

Devyn went about her daily routine as well, all the while hoping that Cedrick would pop in. She wasn’t too disappointed that he hadn’t stopped by because she knew she would get a chance to see him on Saturday. Her only issue with Saturday was going to be trying to talk to him without Kelsie feeling like a third wheel. But due to divine intervention, Devyn’s worries were about to be null and void.

“So about tomorrow, please don’t be mad at me but I completely forgot about having to go to grandpa’s retirement party.” Kelsie said to Devyn as they worked.

“Oh it’s no big deal girl. I completely understand. Besides I can get my money back since it is not the day of.” Devyn said while trying not to sound too relieved.

“You’re so understanding. I’m glad you are not mad at me. Anyway are you ok by yourself here for a little bit?”

“Yeah why?”

“It’s time for my yearly evaluation with Mr. Cook, and since we are dead right now I was hoping to go see him so I can get it over with.”

“Yeah go right ahead, I got this.” Devyn said reassuringly.

As Kelsie made her way to Mr. Cook’s office, Devyn did a small celebration dance before continuing her work. In the midst of doing her work, Devyn was oblivious to the fact that she was quietly being gawked at by Charlie.

“Damn what an ass. Too bad you’re such a frigid bitch.” Charlie said gruffly. “Oh the fun we could have had.” He said as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Devyn turned around and snarled, as her normally bright blue eyes started to darken.

“Nothing much. Just checking on ya to see if you still had a pulse since I didn’t hear back from you yesterday.”

“Oh how sweet of you. As you can see I’m perfectly fine, so do me a favor and fuck off.”

“That’s not nice.” Charlie mock scolded Devyn, before finishing his statement. “Speaking of fucking. You know what I did to celebrate our would be anniversary?”

“No but I’m sure you are going to tell me.”

“I knew you were more than just a great set of tits. I fucked Brooke in the ass. Mind you shooting one in that round apple you call an ass would have been soo much better, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.”

“Oh how sweet of you to think that Charlie, but you are telling me this because?” Devyn said while trying not to lose her cool.

“I just wanted to let you know how I celebrated our anniversary. Now what did you do? Let me guess you and that wanna be dyke Kelsie swapped spit and licked each other’s twat.”

“No we didn’t.” Devyn said as her irritation level increased.

“Oh good because I would have hated to miss that. To tell the truth it kinda makes my cock hard thinking about it.” Charlie whispered, while grinning wickedly from ear to ear.

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College Surprise

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Amazing

I was in my 2nd year at college and was sharing a house with 4 other students.

It was summer and for 8 weeks I was getting the house to myself. My parents had gone away for summer and I had decided to stay.

Ever since I had been 11 I had been a cross dresser and panty sniffer. The house had one girl called Ruth and had sniffed and jerked off with her panties but hadn’t dressed in over a year. Ruth had left a lot of clothes and after a couple if days the urge to try some on was too much.

As I went through her room I found a black basque, black lace thong and black silk fully-fashioned stockings. Her boyfriend, Rich was a lucky guy. Ruth was my height and we had similar builds and I was able to slip into the lingerie. Even better was the pair of red stiletto shoes. For once I was glad that I had small feet for a guy and slipped them on. My cock was rock hard (at 7.5 inches it gave a lie to the line about men with small feet)

I was now lost wanking playing and myself with my ass. Like most cross dressers I was straight but when en femme I always felt a little like a cock slut. I had been enjoying the feeling for about 10 minutes when I heard a cough. Panic stricken I opened my eyes to see James one of my housemates looking at me with an expression of surprise and humour in his eyes.

” Well well Dave’s a girly sissy. I never knew”

“Look ” I stammered, ” this is not what it looks like I’m not gay”

“Yeah” he said, ” dressed like that you’ve never looked straighter. I must say you look good.”

Despite myself I was flattered by that comment. I quickly tried to explain although I cross-dressed I was straight and had never been with a guy. James knew my girlfriend Claire and had heard us fucking often enough. (The walls were thin and we all knew when were getting laid)

” I hear you and I can see why Claire smiles so much.” He nodded at my cock now rapidly shrinking.

“But you have to admit you look pretty girly at the moment. Now I’m sure you don’t want Ruth to know about this and the whole Uni. Now my plans have changed etiler escort and I’m staying here for the summer. If you want to keep this quiet you need to make it worth my while”

I couldn’t believe James wanted money off me. I pointed out I was a student and had very little money.

” Not cash Dave, I think you can help me in a whole other way.”

To my horror he was unzipping his jeans and a hard cock was being pulled out.

“No way!” I cried, ” I’m not gay.”

“Well Dave looks like Ruth finds out. Rich beats the shit out of you and some people will believe the rumours and even if not you’ll be a laughing stock. Claire may dump you. I’m not gay but I’m horny and Jane is away all summer. Shame to waste my cum wanking.”

I knew I was in a bind and against my will I was looking at his 6 inch long and thick cock with fascination. James walked over to me and told me to get on my knees. I slowly dropped and stared at the engorged purple end of his cock. His male muskiness enveloped my nostrils. He stroked my hair and slowly pulled me towards him. I put my tongue out and licked his cock. I was surprised that the initial taste was not too bad. I began to take James in my mouth. I felt filled and heard James moan. Remembering how Claire pleasured me I began to suck and wank James. His moans grew louder and to my surprise my cock got harder. After a few minutes I felt his buttocks tense and then hot salty cum flooded my mouth. I wanted to gag but James held my head in place and I had to swallow. James pulled his cock out and jerked the last few drops of cum onto my face.

James picked me up and shockingly kissed me his tongue probing my mouth his hand caressing my arse and legs. I felt myself respond caressing his firm arse and feeling his muscular chest.

He pulled apart from me and took off his clothes. I wanted this masculine young man to be mine. He took me to the bed and lay me down. He looked at my hard cock.

” One good turn deserves another” he smiled. ” Grabbing my cock he wanked me off. It wasn’t long before my escorts cum was shooting over his hand. He proffered it to me and I licked my own cum off.

He put my hand on his once more hard cock and looked at me.

” Looks like a fun summer.”

Despite myself I couldn’t help but agree.

That evening concluded with another wank each and me eating James’s cum again.

We went to our respective rooms and I lay awake confused. At turns repulsed by what happened and turned by thoughts of James’s body and cock. I slept fitfully and woke up to an empty house.

I dressed and started work on the proof reading I was doing toeran money over the summer.

In the early evening I heard James’s car pull up and he walked into yhe house. He smiled and greeted me.

He handed me a holdall and said ” I’ve got you a present”

I looked in the bag and saw an array of female clothes,lingerie and a wig.

I knew James must have been to the college theatre. He was a leading light in drama society.

” You can’t wear Ruths clothes all summer. We’ll get them messy” he grinned. ” These should fit you. I’ll even do your make up.”

I must have looked surprised.

” Well if you’re going to dress up best go the whole hog.”

He took my hand and lead me to his room. He took make up out of the bag and began work. He had learned all the jobs in the drama soc and had told me he sometimes did Jane’s for her. A blonde bob was slipped on and adjusted. He then told me to select an outfit. He went out and I looked through the bag. I slipped on some black lace hold ups white lace boy shorts, a white bra and filled it with the stage bra fillers and then put on a red jersey mini dress and black high heels. I teetered down stairs knowing I looked hot.

James let a low growl and motioned me over. He pulled me on to hid knee and kissed me deeply. I felt my cock stir. We kissed for a few minutes when there was a knock at the door. I went to get upstairs when James grabbed me.

” I ordered pizza and you are going to answer the door bagcilar escort and pay.”

I nervously opened the door and saw a middle aged man. He looked up and smiled. I saw his eyes crawl all over me. He asked if he had the right address and in the most feminine voice I could muster I answered it was. He handed over the pizza and I paid. His hand lingered longer than necessary in my hand. He leered at me and said he was happy to deliver any time day or night. I thanked him and said good night.

Shakily I walked back to James with the pizza. He was smiling and I could see his jeans had a tent in them.

” You look like a hot slut. That guy is going back to his car and will wank off thinking of your body under his and his cum filling your cunt. If only he knew you only had an ass to fuck.”

I couldn’t help but feel excited.

We ate and then James once again took my hand and lead me to his room. He sat me on the bed and whispered in my ear.

“For the rest of the summer when I’m here you will dress and I’ll call you Kristina.”

I so wished to tell him no but knew I couldn’t.

James stood and undressed his body turned me on and I yearned for him to make love to me. He told me to take off my dress. He looked on appreciatively his cock standing proud. He walked over to his bedside table and picked up some ky jelly. I knew this time it was no blow job and he was going to be fucked. He told me to lie on the bed and slowly began to lube my hole putting first on the two fingers up me. Claire had fingered me and put her dildo up me a few times. ( she was hot and dirty).

I writhed in both shame and desire. James slowly started to slide his cock in me. He wasn’t as big as the dildo but it felt much better. Eventually he was fully in and fucking me. He looked in my eyes and then kissed me. My legs wrapped around him and I thrust towards him feeling my hard cock on his stomach.

After about 20 mins I could feel James begin to tense and the he cried out as he cum began to shoot in my arse. He collapsed on me and kissed me deeply.

“Kristina you are one hot fuck” he panted.

I noticed my cum on his stomach and realised the fucking had made me cum too.

The rest of the night was spent in fucking, sucking and me rimming James.

I was now his cum slut.

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Coffee Shop Confessions

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Babes

Chapter 1

Lucy and Tom had been running a small coffee bar in the town for over two years. A quiet bar, jazz music played softly in the background, comfy seating. It was a real nook of serenity in a busy High Street. They had regular customers who came in to escape the hustle and bustle of daily life.

It was 5.30pm on a Friday, close to closing time. Lucy was clearing the last of the tables looking forward to a long hot soak in the bath. Tom was clearing the till of the days takings.

“Not a bad days work, honey” He called out.

“I can feel every penny ache on the soles of my feet” Lucy replied.

They heard a giggle from one of the tables. Lee was a regular customer, he came in lunchtimes and sometimes, like today, once he had finished work. Lucy looked over to him. He was young, Lucy guessed around 25. Lucy had liked him from the moment she first saw him. He was black, athletic build, tall. Lucy loved the summer months almost as much as Tom, she admired the half dressed customers without their knowledge.

Lee got up from his seat and took his cup up to the bar.

“There you go sweetheart” he said “One less for you to pick up”. He winked at Tom behind the counter.

“Thanks Lee you’re a star” Lucy smiled

“Its Friday night, what do you guys have planned?” Lee asked them

“Not much judging by missy’s aching feet” Tom replied

“I’m really tired” Lucy moaned

“Tom are you a Pulp Fiction fan?” Lee asked

Tom was a little puzzled by this question “yeah, I like the film” he replied “what makes you ask?”

“well I’ve done a reflexology course. I could help Lucy’s aching feet, but seeing as you’re a Pulp Fiction fan its probably better left” Lee laughed

Tom caught on to the relevance immediately and roared with laughter. Lucy looked at the pair of them puzzled.

“Lucy come sit next to me a sec” called Lee from one of the big comfy sofas. Lucy looked even more puzzled, Tom winked at her and said “Go ahead babe, Lee’s going to help your feet”

Lucy sat on the couch heavily, her whole body ached and her feet were throbbing. Lee sat the gungoren escort other end, he gently pulled both her feet up onto his knee. He removed both her shoes.

“My feet must stink” Lucy giggled.

“Shhhhhh” said Lee as he took one her feet in his strong hands. He ran his thumb down the instep of Lucy’s foot. Lucy moaned in pleasure, and instantly began to relax to his touch. Tom carried on cleaning up and was soon locking the door to the café. The outside world was shut out. Shutters down, only light left on was the one behind the counter. Lee smiled at Tom “Will make sure you get a Friday night out. Will soon get these feet sorted”. Lucy was totally oblivious to the world around her, she was in heaven, totally relaxed as the strong hands worked their magic on her feet.

While massaging Lucy’s feet Lee couldn’t help but admire Lucy’s legs. She was a tall slim girl with legs that looked to go on forever. He looked up her body, the buttons in her blouse gaping a little, giving him just a tiny peek at her breasts. Her long dark hair tumbling down her shoulders. Tom was a lucky man, that’s for sure. He could feel himself starting to get turned on, his cock twitching at the sight in front of him.

Tom having finished clearing up brought over drinks for the three of them and sat on the opposite side of the table, watching his wife let out little moans and groans of pleasure. Seeing her laid like that, moaning was beginning to turn Tom on too. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“Any good at shoulders Tom?” asked Lee “If you are we could really send Lucy to the land of total relaxation together”

Tom got out of his chair and walked over to the two of them.

He gently moved his wife’s hair from her shoulders and began to squeeze gently.

“Oh that’s nice” Lucy said dreamily. As she laid there, both men seemed to suck the tension from her body. She could feel herself starting to get wet. These two guys were beginning to turn her on. She squirmed arching her back slightly.

Tom watched Lee, he knew that his wife was getting turned on, he knew the signs, but did Lee? istanbul escorts He could see Lee watching Lucy’s body as he rubbed her feet. Every now and then his hand would run up her calf, just behind her knee. Lee looked up at Tom and winked. He knew alright.

Tom leant in and kissed his wife’s bare neck. “Take your blouse off sweetie” he whispered into her ear. Lucy sat up with a jolt. The two men looked at each other knowing that this would be the moment she either refused and got angry, or this could be the start of a Friday night none of them would ever forget.

Lucy looked at Tom in total surprise. Yeah they had both fantasized about three somes with other people but that’s all they were, wasn’t it? Fantasy? Lucy looked back at her husband, then at Lee. Lee took his hands from her feet and put his hands up in the air.

“No pressure from me, your decision” He said to her.

Another glance at her husband and Lucy started to slowly undo the buttons on her blouse.

Both men looked at one another and laughed.

Leaning forward slightly to take off her blouse, Lucy looked Lee in the eyes. He continued to massage her feet, then ran his hand up the inside of her leg, under her skirt. The tips of his fingers just touching the laced front of her thong. Lucy let out a quiet moan. Tom began massaging his wife’s bare shoulders, slipping both bra straps down. Watching Lee run his hands up Lucy’s skirt made his cock hard. Another man touching Lucy in places only he had touched for years.

Lee’s movements became more deliberate. He ran his hand up to Lucy’s pussy and she obliged his touch by opening her legs slightly. Lee could feel Lucy’s pussy through her thong, she was wet, dripping wet.

“I think we can lose these, don’t you?” Lee said as he pulled on Lucy’s thong. Lucy lifted her arse slightly helping Lee slide them down her legs to her ankles. Taking them off Lee pulled the wet thong up to his face. He sniffed them, taking in Lucy’s scent. “oh Tom you gotta have a go on these” he said as he passed Lucy’s wet thong to her husband.

Tom too inhaled deeply “Mmmmmm baby bayrampasa escort your enjoying this aren’t you?”

Lucy giggled.

Lee parted Lucy’s legs a little more and looked at her wet cunt. He kissed up the inside of one thigh, then the other. Lucy raised her hips in the hope he would taste her, but he was teasing her, making her want him even more. Covering the inside of her thighs with warm tender kisses. Slowly up one side, across the stomach and down the other.

Tom had taken off Lucy’s bra and was playing with her nipples. Pinching them gently, watching Lucy squirm on the sofa. He bent forward and kissed his wife, she grabbed the back of his head and kissed him back hungrily.

Her hands moved to the waist of his trousers, she undid his fly exposing her husband’s hard cock. She looked her husband seductively, with that look Tom had grown to love over the years. Tom knew what she wanted and offered his cock to his wife’s mouth.

Lucy took him deep in her mouth, at exactly the same moment Lee gave Lucy’s cunt what it was crying out for, he ran his tongue over her clit. Husband and wife cried out in pleasure together. The sight of Lee eating his wife out turned Tom on like nothing before, he grabbed Lucy’s head and started to slowly fuck her mouth, each stroke exploring her throat deeper until he felt her nose nudge his pubic hair. Her tongue running up and down his shaft, his knob touching the back of her throat. The muffled vibrations he felt as Lucy moaned out in pleasure as Lee ravished her cunt hungrily.

Lucy’s cries became closer, both Tom and Lee knew she was close to coming. Lee inserted one then two fingers into Lucy’s sopping cunt. That was the push that saw her have her first orgasm. Her head fell back and Tom saw his wife coming at the hands of another man. He started to wank his cock furiously. He felt his orgasm rise, and cried out, Lucy knowing her husband was at the point of no return turned and sucked Tom’s cock as he came. She hungrily swallowed what she could, but she had never known him to come so much, some escaped down her chin. Tom took a step back, Lee traveled up Lucy’s body and kissed her full in the mouth.

Tom’s mind raced. Another man was tasting his cum. Lucy’s heart skipped a beat. Had all their fantasies come true at once? When Lee ran his tongue down her chin to clean up what she had spilt, they knew they had.

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I have never in my life ever had any kind of sexual feelings for other men. That is until this one time when a situation presented itself to me and I, without much hesitation, jumped right in. Neither of us was prepared for it. But it turned out to be one of the most intense sexual experiences I ever felt.

I’m an average white hetero male about 30 years old. I have a good job in the city and a nice place in the suburbs. I did not have a girlfriend at the time, but it was not because I couldn’t have one or didn’t want one. I was just between girls at the time. Well this day started off like any other I went to work that day and put in my usual time with the rest of the slaves. At the end of the day I decided not to head straight for the bus but decided, instead to head down to this new nudie bar near the bus terminal. The place featured big boob stars from the world of porn each week and this week they were having one of my favorites. After a quick bite to eat at the local greasy spoon I walked over to the club paid the cover charge and headed inside. I had been to quite a few clubs in my time, but this place was something else. Every chick in the house was either a C or a D cup. My cock stood at immediate attention. Grabbing a drink I headed up stairs to the main stage and for the next hour watched Molly Mamms strut her stuff. It was towards the end of the first half-hour that I noticed this black guy on the other side, he seemed familiar to me, but could not place him. It dawned on me why he was so familiar; he rode the same bus I did every day. He always sat in back and never got off before I did. On the bus he never seemed to bother anybody. He was lean and lanky, like a basketball player, dressed usually in sports jerseys and baggy pants. He must have noticed my staring and realized who I was as well, because he smiled and pointed to the big-titted star on stage. I raised my glass and saluted, but that was the extent of our encounter the rest of the time I was at the bar.

After several more drinks I decided enough was enough. If I didn’t hurry I would miss my last bus. I made it to the station and got on board. The bus was not crowded at that hour and the dozen or so passengers were in the front of the bus. I normally sat in the middle of the bus, but this night, without realizing it I sat in the back. Sitting right on the aisle so that I could see straight to the front of the bus, I slouched back into the seat and dreamed of big-titted women, slowly rubbing the hardon I still sported. The bus was getting ready to pull out when there was a knock at the window and the driver opened the door. It was none other than the black guy from the bar; he paid the driver and walked towards me. I couldn’t help noticing the impressive bulge he had in his pants and the fact that he did not seem to be any underwear the way it flopped around his pants. Feeling a little uncomfortable I slid to the right as he reached the back of the bus.

“Thanks man,” he said in a low voice as he slid in to the left and slouched against the window.

“No problem,” I responded quietly.

The bus pulled out of the terminal and onto the highway. The trip home was generally under an hour. For the first few minutes nothing happened, but then I heard the black guy shifting restlessly in his seat, grunting and groaning as if he were in some discomfort. When I glanced over I noticed that he was fondling his crotch a great deal, I could not see a lot but I could tell he had one hell of a hardon, just like I did. He seemed to notice me looking but did not take offense to it. He smiled and chuckled quietly.

“Man, that chick had the biggest titties I ever seen on a white girl!” He whispered, rubbing his hand up and down his prodigious bulge. ” I ain’t never been this hardup!”

“I-I know what you mean,” I heard myself say. “I am going to be having wet dreams about her for days.”

” I know I’m gonna be spankin’ the monster tonight. Damn, them titties were so big they could swallow up my joint-and I’m a pretty big fella!” He laughed as he grabbed his erection through the material of his pants and lifted it up; it was quite an impressive object he was holding.

“Holy shit!” I muttered. Unconsciously I began to rub my own painful erection, which at full hardness was near eight inches. I looked down the aisle towards the driver, but the lights were out and he was too busy driving. The closest passenger was at least seven rows away from the back of the bus. I could not help myself as I watched the black guy squeeze and stroke his tremendous erection; I was unprepared for the sensations I was experiencing as I watched him. I suddenly wanted to see what his cock looked like; it was so damned big and long that I had to see it. My own cock twitched painfully in my pants as I watched the other man grope himself, yet he didn’t seem to mind me watching. He grew more bold with his hands as he made the front of his pants tent out at least fifteen inches, he wrapped his hands around the base of it and squeezed, sex hikayeleri which caused the material to pull tightly around to reveal a circumference of at least three inches. I could not believe my eyes as he boldly stroked his massive boner in front of me and I could not pull my eyes away from him.

“Ahhh, fuck it!” He finally muttered. Without any hesitation he looked at me as he reached down to the waistband and yanked his pants down past his crotch. His enormous cock sprang out suddenly, swelling out to an outstanding fifteen inches and capped by a huge helmet-shaped cap the size of a child’s fist. The entire shaft was dark brown and thickly veined while covered with dark curly hair all the way down to the tremendous ballsac which seemed big enough to hold a baseball. The head of his cock was a dark purplish color and was already glistening with precum. With a sigh of relief he wrapped his left hand around the base of his unbelievable cock and proceeded to pleasure himself, stroking it slowly up and down without any thought to my sitting across from him. With his other hand he grabbed his pants and pulled them further down until they crumpled up around his ankles, then he sat back in his seat and groaned softly as he continued to spank his meat.

I sat there dumbfounded by this guy’s arrogance. I knew I should have got up and sat somewhere else or even walked up and told the driver, but I didn’t do either of those things. I just sat there across from him watching as he pleasured himself, I stared openly at the massive cock as his fist moved up an down, knowing I should be repulsed by it but unable to tear my eyes away from it. I realized that I wanted to touch it, as weird as that sounded I needed to know that what I was seeing was real. Maybe it had to do with the fact that all guys wanted to be carrying the kind of package this guy had, that he could impress the ladies and other guys. I shifted nervously in the seat next to him, my own hands grabbing hard at the boner in my pants. I wanted to be as bold as he was and yank open my pants, but I just couldn’t. Maybe it was my Christian sensibilities; maybe it was just not the decent thing to do. But I was impressed with this guys need to relieve himself right in front of me and by the looks of things it wouldn’t be long before he shot off. Suddenly he seemed to notice my interest.

“This fucking thing is curse. It gets hard at the worst times and it ain’t the easiest thing to hide, is it?” He whispered hoarsely as he continued to jerk off, his eyes looking over at me in the darkness. He swiveled in his seat until his crotch was pointed at me, the long barrel of his shaft pointing at me, the nossle now thick with pre-cum. He smiled as he saw my discomfort. “That big-titted bitch has made me so horny I’ll fuckin’ that I don’t give a damned who sees me. Did you ever see a bigger cock, man?”

I didn’t respond to him. I didn’t know what to say. My emotions were in turmoil as I continued to sit there with this dumb-deer-in-the-headlights stare. My eyes glued to the lewd sight of the monstrously large cock pulsing and jerking just feet away from me. I suddenly found ripping open the front of my own pants as I realized I was about to explode in my pants. I quickly fished into my trousers and yanked my eight-inch member out of my pants. Within seconds I flushed with excitement as I hosed the back of the seat in front of me with my hot cum. Suddenly the black guy next was laughing quietly as he watched me spurt all over the chair for all of three seconds. I flushed with embarrassment as my cock quickly lost much of its vigor. But what happened next quickly brought it back to full hardness.

“How would you like to feel this bad boy shoot off, man?” The black guy whispered from the corner.

I stiffened in my seat as I realized what he was proposing. “I-I’m not into that kind of thing, man.”

“Well, I ain’t no fag, either, brother,” he said. “But that didn’t stop you from whipping it out and shooting your wad all over the backseat. And you haven’t stopped lookin’ at my Johnson since I whipped it out. Stands to reason that only one thing got you that horny to shoot off so quickly.”

“I’m not gay either, dude. I was just so excited from that girl at the bar, then seeing you whip that thing out was just too much. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I’m sorry.” I said, but I was still staring at his huge cock while I vigorously pumped my own.

“Don’t be sorry, dude, its just nature. I like pretty titties just like the next guy, but we ain’t got any right now and I need relief. I would much prefer a pair of big titties wrapped around my dick but I wouldn’t mind letting you have a feel, ain’t you the least bit curious? It ain’t every day you see a cock this big and right now I ain’t too particular about whose touchin it. So come one over and give it a feel. Look if you touch mine then I’ll touch yours.”

Without realizing it I found myself sliding over to his side of the bus, I moved up beside him porno hikayeleri until our legs touched. My eyes bulged out as I stared down at the even more monstrous looking organ, which was less then a foot away from me. As much as I wanted to I could not find the courage to go the last mile and touch another man’s cock. When after a few moments of indecision my black friend made the decision for me by grabbing my left hand with his right and wrapping it around his immense organ. I immediately gasped in surprise but did not pull away as the hot, silky flesh pressed against the palm of my hand, the man groaned as he felt my fingers close around his thick shaft, barely reaching a third of the way around its impressive girth. He released my hand when he realized I was not going to pull away and sat back in his chair with a deep sigh of pleasure, watching me expectantly to see what I would do. I looked down the aisle to see if we’d been discovered, but no one else seemed to notice. I released my own cock and wrapped both hands around the baseball bat of flesh, thrilled to feel it throb and pulse with power between my fingers. Even with both hands around it the dark column of flesh still rose about 10 inches into the air, slowly I started to pump the thick rod up and down, feeling the silky outer skin slide along the turgid shaft of flesh. Holding another man’s cock in my hand was the most exciting thing I had ever experienced in my life, my own cock twitched and jerked between my thighs as I began to pump it more vigorously.

“Oh, yeah, man, that’s it. Pump that bastard!” The black guy grunted as he squirmed in his seat, his hips started to jerk up and down, as he started to fuck my hands, “Oh goddamn that feels good. Don’t that cock feel good in your hands, man?”

“Yesss, it feels really great,” I whispered as I stared down at his cock, hypnotized by the single sightless eye of his pisshole staring up at me as it continued to drool with bubbly precum. My nostrils flared as the strong musky odor of his sex wafted up to me, it was a heady scent that made me lightheaded. I gripped his baseball bat even harder as my hand flew up and down its prodigious length, my fingers digging into its sides as I slowly lowered my head towards the huge glistening head. Then without even knowing or caring I dipped my mouth close to the bulbous knob and licked the blob of precum from the tip of his cock. The black man groaned deep in his throat as my tonguetip flicked across the tip, swiping the salty morsel onto my tongue and then into my mouth, my tastebuds exploded as the pungent fluid coated my tongue then rolled down my throat.

“Oh, Christ man, your really getting’ into it! Don’t stop now, man. Lick my huge black cock, come on, man, lick it more!” The black man grunted as he reached down to grip the back of my head, urging me to bolder action, pushing but not forcing my head closer to the head of his cock. I rewarded him with another lap of my tongue across the sensitive tip of his cock, which caused him to writhe in his seat. As I became more emboldened I rolled my tongue over the enormous head of his cock, more and more of his salty precum spewed out of his pisshole onto my tongue and down my throat. My lips were now so close to his cock that every time I pulled up on his shaft the head bumped my mouth; it was only inevitable what happened next. “Open your mouth, man, take my big dick in your mouth and suck me off!”

Without hesitation I opened my mouth and on the next upward lunge the bulbous head pushed between my lips, my black friend had to stuff his fist in his mouth to stop from crying out as my lips closed around the tip of his cocked. I slurped my mouth hungrily around the succulent piece of meat, savoring the strong manly odor of sweat, precum and piss, as my tongue swirled around and around the girth of the head until it was coated with my saliva. My fists were now vigorously working the lower half of his thickly veined shaft; milky it for all it was worth while my mouth held his cockhead firmly in place and my tongue tortured him unmercifully. I didn’t even mind when he pushed my head lower, wanting me to take more of his hot meat into my mouth, so I did. I started to pump my head up and down with the rhythm of my fists, working more and more of him inside, my saliva making the going easier as it lubed the sides of the massive tube of flesh. I had to force my jaw wide open as the enormous head slid completely into my mouth, my lips slid under the thick collar of flesh at the base of the head sealing firmly around it. I gasped as I felt my black friends hand close around my cock shaft, his strong fingers gripping it tightly as he began to jerk me off.

“Oohhh, yeah, man, suck that cock! Suck my big black dick! Ohh, yeahh, suck it real good!” The black man groaned as he writhed in his seat, his ass jerking up and down as he tried to force more of himself into my mouth, his hands pushing harder against my head as I slowly allowed more and more of the fat dark meat into my seks hikayeleri mouth. “Ohhh, yeah, man, more take more. Come on, man, suck more of my big black dick! You like my big black dick, don’t you? Yeah, you couldn’t take your eyes off it! Now you’re sucking it like a pro!”

I said nothing, as my mouth was full of his thick, hard meat. My lips were stretched thin around the girth of his huge cock as I pumped my mouth further down his cock with each stroke until I had nearly half of his fifteen inches in my mouth. I tried to push it further, to take more of him into my mouth but the enormous head clogged the back of my throat to the point of gagging. Easing back I waited until the gagging reflex stopped then I began a steady pumping rhythm with my mouth and my hands that we both seemed to enjoy, my black friend continued to grip my head rocking it back and forth to the rhythm of his thrusting hips all the while fisting my own cock with his right hand. I couldn’t believe this was happening I said to myself over and over again, this was not rational. I am not gay. I do not pickup total strangers and give them a blowjob. What in Gods name was I doing? But then the sheer sensory experience of the situation reasserted itself and I drowned in the heady aromas and tastes, my mouth salivated as his hot meat glided across my tongue and into my gullet. “Mmmmmmmmmm”

“Ohhh, yeah, man, suck it! Suck it! Ohhhh, yeah, man, suck my black meat! Suck it! SUCK IT! SUCK IT!” He hissed hoarsely in the darkness. His hips jerked wildly up and down on the seat, causing the vinyl to squeak, but not enough to disturb the other passengers, he releases my cock and placed both hands on top of my head, driving my head deeper into his crotch each time he lunged upwards. His huge balls were thumping against my chest as I leaned over him, packing my mouth with as much of his hot, dark meat as I could stand. I knew he was going to cum soon and I couldn’t decide what I was going to do at the time, pull out or swallow. “Ohhhh, suck it! Suck it, man! Suck my big black dick harder! Suck my black sperm out of it you black cocksucker!”

The dirty talk was actually turning me on. I pumped my fists harder around the lower half of his column of throbbing flesh until they were a blur, forcing more of it up and into my widely stretched mouth, the corners of which were now flecked with sperm and sputum. Soon the moist sounds of flesh on flesh filled the back of the bus, occasionally punctuated by the impassioned grunts of my black friend. I could feel my throat working quickly as it swallowed more of his free flowing preseminal fluids. It was so voluminous that it coated the insides my throat, I can only wonder what kind of deluge would occur when he came. Then almost on Que. my black friend’s movements became more heated and animated, his hips humping up and down in an almost rolling motion, as he gripped my head feverishly. His breath hissed softly from between his clenched teeth as he jerked and writhed in his seat. “Aaahhhhh, here it comes, man! Here it comes! Open wide! Open wide and get your first taste of real man cum! Aaahhhhhhhh!”

Before I could prepare myself for the coming deluge-it came! My mouth was suddenly filled to the brim with the velvety thickness of his hot cream. I gasped at the abrupt explosion of juices into my mouth, some of it spurted out the corners of my mouth as my black friend twisted and turned above me. With a hard gulp the thick manseed spilled down my throat and into my stomach, its pungent tanginess overwhelmed my tastebuds and before I could savor his hot sauce another wave of cum spurted from his pisshole and into my mouth. Again it took all of my efforts not to gag or vomit out his hot sperm, my throat working up and down as the thick, goopy sauce poured into my stomach, I actually feel it grow hot with the infusion of hot liquids. It was like having a firehose in my mouth that’s how much sperm he was dumping into my mouth. For long minutes the black man bucked and jerked in his seat as he fucked my mouth, spewing his hot load into my mouth. Then finally it began to subside, the pulses of sperm shooting out of his cock lessened and then stopped all together. Swallowing several more times I finally felt the last globs of hot black sperm roll over my tongue and down my throat. I pulled the quickly wilting cock out of my mouth and sat back in my seat. Nobody seemed to have noticed anything.

“Thanks, man. That was alright!” He said as he hitched his pants back up and stuffed his flaccid organ back into his pants. With a sigh of contentment he settled back in his chair, a wide grin splitting his face. ” I never thought I would say this, but getting a blowjob from a guy ain’t so bad.”

“Uh huh.” I muttered as I used a handkerchief to wipe my mouth clean. I moved back towards the middle of the aisle and sat watching the road for the rest of my trip. Nothing more was said between the two of us, in fact, at one point I thought I heard him snoring. My mouth still tingled with the strong taste of his juices as the bus pulled up to my stop. As I got up from the seat I felt a tug at my pants. When I turned around my black friend was awake and holding out a piece of paper to me. I took it from him. It had a phone number on it.

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Hey, Sahil is back with yet another of his incestuous sexcapades.

All my old readers would be aware by now that I have been in a sexual relationship with my mother since my 18th birthday. And if you have read some of my older stories, you would be aware that I have been having a lot of fun.

And why wouldn’t I be having tons of fun having the most tabooed relationship in the world! I know all my readers would probably give an arm and a leg to be in my position (pun intended). A man’s mother is probably his first ever crush, curiosity and darkest fantasy. It does not matter how big a facade of being civilized we put around our faces, manicure our mannerism or sophisticate our speech. The wanton lust and desire that a man holds for the woman who gave him birth lurks beneath all the thickest layers of our sub conscious in the darkest corners of our soul. Many find this darkest corner by the time they reach puberty, most try to suppress it (albeit unsuccessfully!), fewer try to understand, still fewer come to terms with it and the fewest get to live their fantasy. Now if that’s not feeling like heaven, I don’t know what is. Pot and cocaine definitely take a backseat to mother son incest in my humble opinion.

This is how I was feeling for the last few years since I began my relationship with my mother. It was wonderful to be in the loving arms of one’s mother, especially when she showed “un-motherly” love to me. I also had a great time knowing my mother, her real desires, her real aspirations and her “real self”. It was truly a great time learning to be man and learning to know what a woman really was. Of course, the sex was beyond awesome. My teenage hormones, my mom’s peak sexual cycle and the sheer taboo of it all made it all the perfect melting pot of happiness.

But then, I turned 22. I just turned 22 a couple of weeks ago. As usual, I was expecting my mom to outdo herself in the sex department which she claimed to do every year. I concurred in her assessment. She really did find some tremendously new filthy things to do to me every birthday since we started having sex on my 18th birthday. My birthday was doubly special as both of us considered my birthday to be our “anniversary of perversion”. It was fun to call it that because we didn’t really think of our relationship as perverted but as the highest form of expression that could ever exist between a mother and son. But my 22nd birthday was somewhat different.

Since the last few months, mom and I were getting into more and more fights with each other. There were multiple reasons for this. Firstly, my dad Arun had been on touring a lot on business to Europe and the Middle East leaving us mother and son alone. This presented us to be like a “real” couple for a lengthy period of time which was not the case earlier as dad was present most of the time in the house. Living side by side with each other made us realize the inherent flaws in each other in the same way that any other couple would find once they started living a routine life post cohabitation. Second, I had been thinking a lot about our present “arrangement”. I was no longer the sex crazy naive teenager who didn’t think about the future. I had started thinking on the lines of whether the steps we had taken four years earlier boded well for both our futures. After all, mom would get older and I would start having problems of her own. I on the other hand would eventually find a “normal” girl friend and settle down somewhere down the future. That left the question hanging about “us”.

Both of us knew Pendik Escort this implicitly but never discussed it openly for the fear of jinxing the whole thing. We loved each other so much, we were petrified of what would happen if things started breaking down between us. After all, she was my first love and I, her only real one (She grew out of the relationship with my dad but stayed in only for my sake as is the case with a large number of Indian marriages where divorce is still considered taboo). It wasn’t as if we could break up and go our own separate ways. We were mother and son and would still have responsibilities towards each other.

But as time passed I was having double thoughts about our relationship. I just didn’t know what to do. This indecision on my part was taking a toll on our relationship even though mom was quite adamant in her stance of continuing this relationship just the way it was.

Slowly, the sex started to lose passion, the number of sessions reduced and it nearly became a routine chore between us. We were starting to fall apart at the seams.

Mom was visibly disturbed by all of this. I could always see the tension on her face when I was around. It was like a weird kind of sexual tension was engulfing the both of us.

Coming back, my 22nd birthday was assumed by both of us to be sort of a ceasefire day. We had decided to let off all the steam on this day by going out for dinner once I came back from college (I am in my last year now) at one of my favourite eateries in the elite Prahladnagar area of Ahmedabad. And then, we had decided to turn off the lights and turn our sex engines on until kingdom cum!

My birthday started with mom waking me up in the morning with a kiss on the cheek and hugging me tightly even as I lay in my bed wondering what the hell was going on. I got ready, had my lunch and went to the college. Before I left for college, mom winked a wicked grin at me and told me to be ready as it was going to be the best night of my life. That comment did send a small shiver down my spine and also gave me a mini hard on. But I didn’t make much of the comment in my mind. I was troubled as it is with all the thoughts I had been having. Add to that fact that I was genuinely sceptical of my mom’s ability to innovate in bed after all the last four years of wild sex. I thought her proverbial sexual quiver was empty. Boy, was I wrong! My mom turned out to be a bigger sex crazed bitch than I ever could imagine possible!

CHAPTER 2

I came back home around 7 pm in the evening after a rather exhausting day at the college. My finals were coming up and I was really down. But not out. I was looking forward to the “ceasefire sex” that mom and I had planned tonight. But I was really hungry and needed to get a bite first before doing anything else.

I remembered I had to shower and get changed first before getting a bite as mom and I had planned to go to a restaurant for dinner. So, I hurriedly climbed the stairs and went to my room. I found the door of my mom’s room closed so I figured she too must be getting ready.

I turned the knob of my room’s door and slowly entered. It was dark as the sun had nearly set and I couldn’t see a damn thing. The windows were shut curtains were drawn closed so no light from the outside could penetrate in. It did smell a bit weird in my room but I guessed it must be some room freshener that mom had sprayed. She was always experimenting with fragrances. I fumbled a bit and found the switchboard. I clicked a couple of switches Anadolu Yakası Escort on.

And then my jaw nearly dropped to the floor!

What I saw made me a bit queasy at first but I quickly realized what I was actually seeing. My mom was lying buck naked on my queen size bed with her arms and legs spread wide open, her long flowing hair tied in a neat bun. What caught my attention the most was that she had sprayed dollops of whipped cream on both her breasts to make them look like two small mountains of whipped cream and to add icing to the cake, she had topped of both her mountains with a strawberry each. As my eyes moved from her breasts down to her pussy, I saw a similar arrangement there. She had lapped up so much whipped cream on her pussy that it was not visible. She had planted a couple of strawberries in that snow as well.

Needless to say, I instantly had a hard on trying to tear through my pair of Levis’. My mom had a spectacularly wicked look on her face. She looked me in the eyes with no shame and told me to lose my clothes. I complied as quickly as I can.

As soon as I disrobed, I saw my cock standing up in salute to my mom’s wicked beauty. She was looking like a woman who was begging to be ravished wildly. I was so excited I feared I might come without any external stimuli.

Mom was looking at me like a hungry vixen full of satanic lust for her own offspring. She was soaking in my naked body through her evil eyes. It’s a feeling few have the honour to witness. A mother hungrily looking at her own son with expectations that are so taboo, even thinking of it makes the mind and body shiver in unison.

Mom told me to get first take the strawberries of her breasts. She then directed me to put a strawberry between my lips and bring them closer to hers. I did as she commanded. I put the strawberry between my lips and brought them close to hers. We shared the juices of the strawberry as we kissed, our tongues twirling with the other’s. We passionately kissed for a few minutes till the strawberry dissipated completely, the juices shared by mother and son. The same fate met the other strawberry.

Then, mom directed me to lick the whipped cream off her breasts one by one. I was so turned by then by the kissing that I hurriedly pounced on my mom’s breasts quickly licking the cream off them and sucking her breasts like a wild dog. I was in a sexual frenzy by then. And mom was enjoying this as well. Her head was swaying from side to side displaying her obviously elevated sense of sexual pleasure.

I could have sucked on those tits for an eternity. But mom had other ideas. She told me to get down between her cream layered thighs and lick everything off like an obedient son. I loved this. I always loved it when mom referred to me as her son when she was fucking me. It was such a turn on.

I quickly obeyed my mom’s orders and got down to her pubic area and violently started to lick the cream off. I kept on licking till the pussy was free of whipped cream. Mom immediately directed me to lick the remnants of the cream between her thighs and pubic area. The aroma of her sweat, whipped cream and pussy juices combined made the task of licking her crevices an utmost pleasurable and erotic one. Mom was moaning like crazy by then with shouts of “Oh fuck”, and “Oh Jesus” (yeah she was convent educated!)

At this juncture, I suddenly saw something sticking out of mom’s pussy. A red object was slowly peeping out of her pussy. I tried to insert my finger in her pussy and tried İstanbul Escort to pull out the red object. To my surprise, it turned out to be a strawberry! My sex crazy mother had inserted a strawberry into her pussy for me to fish it out as some kind of treasure hunting exercise. And boy, was I happy to find the treasure. Mom squealed when I put my finger insider her to retrieve the strawberry.

Surprisingly, all the whipped cream had taken care of my hunger by then!

As soon as I fished out the strawberry, she began demanding me to fuck her. She was so hot by then. I scolded myself mentally to not cum so quickly. I slowly assumed position for the missionary position above her and lowered and inserted my stiff cock towards the hole from which I once emerged.

My mom’s pussy engulfed my beautiful cock as we started rocking the bed with thrusts and humps. My mom kept moaning “That’s my son”, “I love you son” and “Oh Jesus” as she kept spreading and moving her hands across the length of my spine from the top of my neck down to my ass. I was feeling so much tension being eased by this confluence of sexual maternal love that my mom was giving me. She kept kissing me on my neck as I kept slowly humping her.

At that moment, it really felt like we were lovers more than mother and son. I can’t quantify the feeling that I was having at that moment in words. It was simply one of the most beautiful moments in my life. I felt my eyes wetting with sheer joy.

I must have kept on thrusting for what was like nearly nine to ten minutes before I felt my mom’s thighs tightening up under me. I could feel a mighty orgasm enveloping my cock in her pussy. It was very difficult to hold on to my orgasm at that time but somehow I did manage not to cum. But I knew I would not last for too long.

My mom was starting to come to back to a normal state but I could still see she was still quite turned on. My estimation proved to be right when she told me she did not want the cum insider her pussy but instead, inside her belly. The thought of her swallowing my cum was so tempting. She rarely did it. I always suspected she didn’t like it but did not say it as it was one of my pet peeves to make her drink my cum. It was surprising to see her demanding it. Maybe, it was because of my birthday.

I immediately took my cock out from her pussy and went towards her face. I made it suck it. She started to suck it slowly knowing full well I loved it when she sucked my cock, especially when she slowly moved her tongue around the tip of my penis. She kept on kissing the tip of my cock and sucking it slowly. Then, she alternated for a few minutes between stroking my balls and sucking my cock and then reversing the process.

Then out of the blue, she lunged her head forward and pulled in my cock completely. My mom was deepthroating me!

That was it. I could hold on no more and exploded when the tip of my cock was touching the back of mother’s throat. I felt like my body was being completely emptied of everything.

My mom nearly choked on my cum but managed to drink it all up like an expert cocksucker.

I collapsed next to her on the bed panting after a marathon session of one and one lovemaking.

My mom had truly outdone herself this time on my birthday. I loved her for that.

But my thoughts had immediately started resurfacing as to our future. I know it’s weird but the mind has a mind of its own I guess.

But, little did I know that mom was willing to go to any lengths to maintain her grip over me. I had no idea a lover could stoop to the levels my mom would soon stoop to, to retain her lover.

More on that soon.

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BY: Hungry Guy and Mistress Silvina

Silvina walked down the sidewalk toward Paula’s apartment. Her ashen white skin glowed amid the crowd of golden people of Buenos Aires.

Her brown hair blew in the strong wind of the Zonda that had brought in hot dry air from the interior of Argentina.

She rubbed the sweat from the brutal South American summer heat from her brown eyes as she entered the cool, refreshing lobby of Paula’s apartment house.

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Paula looked down at Robert, lying on his back, naked, and bound with strong packaging tape by the wrists and ankles to the legs of her overturned coffee table.

“Be nice!” she cooed. “Mistress Jessica and Mistress Silvina will be here any minute.”

“Please, Paula,” her boyfriend begged. “You know I don’t like it when you let your friends play that game where you all spit in my mouth. That’s so disgusting! And that one friend of yours makes me suck her feet! Yuck! And what you do to me after is…”

_”HUSH!”_ Paula scolded him, and then slapped his face. “You know I expect this of you! And you know they are to believe that you _LOVE_ our little game, even the part that the winner gets to do to you later! If either Jessica or Silvina even _SUSPECT_ that you’re not thrilled at the privilege to participate in our fun, you know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he sighed.

“Good!” At that, Paula squatted down and sat on his chest and hooked a dog leash to his collar so that he couldn’t sit up. At 115 pounds, she wasn’t a light woman, and he had to strain to inhale against her weight on his chest.

Next, while still sitting on his chest, she slid a medical brace under the back of his neck and buckled it tightly around his neck so that he couldn’t turn his head from side to side.

She then placed a jaw-spreader in his mouth, the kind that dentists use to force patients’ mouths open during oral surgery, and ratcheted it open to hold his mouth open wide.

She slapped his face once again just for the fun of it, then she inserted her toes into his mouth and said, “Suck my toes while we wait for my friends to arrive.”

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The lift brought Silvina up to the level of Paula’s flat. “Come in!” Paula called out when Silvina pressed the buzzer.

“Welcome, Silvina!” Paula came over and hugged her friend. Silvina looked around to see that Paula’s place was as elegant as ever, and her boyfriend was tied down in place in the corner, ready for the fun.

“Jessica just called on her cell,” Paula said. “She’s on her way up right now. How about a cup of coffee?”

A minute later, as Paula was bringing out a pot of fresh brewed coffee, imported from neighboring Columbia, the buzzer sounded again. Silvina sipped the refreshing cup as Paula welcomed Jessica inside.

The three friends made small talk for a while and drank their coffee.

Finishing their coffee, Paula said, “Now that our whistles are whetted, shall we let the game begin?”

“Of course!” Jessica answered.

“That’s why I braved the horrid heat to get here!” Silvina added. Her nipples were hard and her sex was wet thinking about the contest, and maybe even winning!

The three women stood and walked over to the helpless naked guy. Robert’s head was securely immobile, his wide-open mouth so inviting.

“Since you won last time, Jessica, “Paula said, “you may go first.”

“Same rules?” Jessica asked.

“Sure!” Paula answered. “The first to spit into his mouth three times in a row wins the toilet mouth.”

Jessica leaned over Robert’s face and brushed her blonde hair away from her piercing black eyes. At 172 cm., she was at a slight disadvantage from the other two women, given the slightly greater distance she was from his mouth. She hocked up, and let a big drip of saliva ooze out of her mouth. It clung to her lips for a moment before dropping directly into his mouth.

“Yeah!” she cheered.

“You’re next Silvina,” Paula said.

Silvina leaned over him and hocked up pool of saliva in her mouth, she let it drip out. It dropped down and splashed into his left eye. His body quivered a moment as Silvina’s spit pooled into a tiny puddle in his eye, and then dribbled down the side of his face.

“Darn!” Silvina sighed. “But I bet he’s so turned on now!”

“I’m sure he is!” Maltepe Escort Paula answered as she straddled his body and took aim. Her spit splashed onto his upper lip, but didn’t go into his mouth.

Jessica went again. And again, a big drop of her spit splashed directly into his mouth.

“I wonder if he really likes this,” Jessica said.

“Of course he does!” Paula said. “He _BEGS_ me constantly to invite you two over for our game! Don’t you, Robert?” she asked him.

“Ahhhh,” he said as if to answer “Yes.”

Silvina took her turn, aimed, and dropped a big glob of saliva into his mouth.

“Ohhh!” the women cooed.

Paula went next, and also hit the target with her spit.

Jessica took her third turn–and missed–spitting onto his cheek.

Silvina missed, getting him in the eye again.

Paula got her second bulls-eye in a row. Robert was struggling against the jaw spreader to swallow all the women’s spit that had accumulated in his mouth so far.

Jessica hit the target, but since she missed last time, this was, again, her first attempt at three in a row.

Silvina dropped a big glob of spit into his mouth that seemed to cling to her lips for a while before gravity asserted itself. “The pressure’s on, Paula!” Silvina said.

Paula missed her chance at three in a row just then. “Darn!” she said.

“Yeah, but he’s your boyfriend, so you get to play with him all the time!” Jessica said.

Jessica scored again, her second second-in-a-row.

Silvina also landed her second second-in-a-row.

Then Paula dropped a big glob of spit into his mouth, starting her next first of three.

Jessica took a deep breath and hocked up a wad of spit. She took careful aim, trying to position her mouth directly over his as she stood over him, and–missed–splashing his chin. “Crap!”

Robert’s body quivered and quaked in obvious orgasmic delight as the competition between the three women heated up.

Now the pressure was on. Silvina stood straddling Robert’s head and took aim. A long drop of saliva oozed out of her mouth and clung to her lip as it elongated and let go. It landed in his mouth as Silvina let out a cheerful, “Yes!”

“He’s mine!” Silvina said to Paula.

“Yes,” Paula answered. “He’s yours for the rest of the day.”

“So what should I do with him now?” Silvina cooed.

“It’s up to you!” Paula said.

“Elija su torcedura!” Jessica added.

Paula turned to Jessica and said, “Let’s go out and let Silvina have her fun.”

“Okay, sure,” Jessica answered. The women hugged, and then Silvina was alone with Paula’s boyfriend.

Silvina didn’t have to relieve herself yet, so she went back over to the sofa and poured herself another cup of still warm coffee. Grabbing the TV remote, she clicked through the channels.

Noticas were on several channels: Alberto Fernandez was making headlines again going on about a confrontation between the judges and prosecutors; the Americans were meddling in the domestic affairs of yet another country, brewing resentment and creating another source of future terrorists against the west; and Lionel Messi had been selected for some Soccer award or such.

Thinking of football, reminded Silvina of her feet, and how much she loved it when a boy sucked on hers.

Having planned what she wanted to do if she won, she wore a skirt with shoes and socks instead of stockings, so she kicked off her shoes, pulled her socks off, and walked back over to the helpless guy.

She knelt and removed the jaw spreader from his mouth. “Thank you, Mistress Silvina!” he said.

“You’re welcome, Robert,” Silvina answered. “And how are you going to thank me?” she asked.

“May I suck your toes, Mistress Silvina?”

“Of course you may!” she answered. Silvina had been anticipating doing “deep foot” if she won tonight. “You like to suck my toes, don’t you?” she asked with a grin.

“Oh, yes, Mistress Silvina! Please let me lick your feet clean!”

She hoped this wouldn’t injure him what she was about to do. Silvina knew that she was lighter than Paula by a few pounds, so she knew that she could safely do anything to him that Paula surely must do. She stepped up onto his chest and slid her right foot into his mouth. She pushed her foot deeper and deeper into his mouth, Kurtköy Escort feeling her toes slide past the back of his mouth and down his throat. She picked up her other foot off his chest so that she was standing only on her one foot that was now inserted deeply into his mouth and down his throat. Her entire 105 pounds was being transmitted through her foot inserted deep into his gaping mouth.

She stood for a good minute, enjoying the sensation, then stepped down and removed her foot. He began gasping and coughing immediately.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Silvina said. “Did that hurt?”

“Oh no, Mistress! I enjoyed the sensation of your foot deep down my throat. It almost made me come!”

“I’m glad!” Silvina said. “Because now I’m going to do the other foot.”

She inserted her other foot in his mouth and, again, stood with only her foot in his mouth supporting her weight.

After a minute of standing, and feeling her sex getting ever wetter, those several cups of coffee were demanding escape.

She stood off him and said, “After drinking all that coffee, I need to do something else I know you’ll like.”

“Yes, Mistress Silvina. I’m thirsty. Please give me a drink.”

Silvina smiled down at him and said, “It would be my pleasure to give you a drink. But should I stand over you and aim into your mouth like I did last time, or should I sit on your face like Jessica does?”

“If you sit on my face, Mistress, I’ll get to drink every drop, and you won’t splash any on Mistress Paula’s carpet.”

Silvina laughed and said, “Yes, I like the way you think!”

She stepped and straddled his chest facing his feet and sat. She settled her bottom onto his face and squirmed a little, adjusting her clit directly over his mouth. It felt strange to have his nose inserted slightly into her anus–she squeezed it a couple of times with her sphincter.

So that none of her water would leak out, she stretched her legs out in front of her, against his sides, so that her full 105 pounds was supported entirely by his face.

She had done this enough times with him that her bladder relaxed easily, and promptly let her urine flow into his mouth.

It took about 20 to 30 seconds to empty her bladder–not so long, but still a fairly long time to make someone hold their breath.

She squirted one last squirt of piss into his mouth and waited, letting him enjoy the sensation of her bottom on his face for another 30 seconds or so. Then she stood, letting him release a gasp of breath.

Silvina knew that Paula and Jessica would let her have the whole evening with Robert–that was part of her prize. The other two women would be having fun out in the city, and she would be having her own fun in Paula’s flat. So she returned to the sofa and slid a DVD into the player. The coffee urn had grown cold, so he took it into the kitchen and started a fresh brew. While in the kitchen, she made herself some spaghetti and meat sauce for dinner, then returned to the sofa and settled down to watch the flick.

What with all the coffee that Silvina had been drinking, Robert got a few more drinks during the movie–a flick about a widowed guy who calls a radio station and the station hooks him up with a widowed woman and they fall in love and live happily ever after. Good tearjerker, but nobody ever sucks anyone else’s feet or drinks anyone else’s pee in one of these flicks.

By the end of the movie, Silvina was pleased that she felt the need to have a bowel movement. She knew that Robert would have been very disappointed if he didn’t get any solid nourishment during their playtime.

She walked over to him, farted, and asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, Mistress Silvina.”

“How hungry?”

“Very hungry, Mistress.”

“Your dinner is inside my ass right now. Do you want it?”

“Yes, please, Mistress!”

She turned and sat on his face, but not quite like she had done the few times she had peed. Instead, she faced away from his body so that her sphincter was directly over his mouth. This time, his nose was slightly up her vagina. That felt good!

Again, she stretched her legs out in front of her so that her full weight was bearing down entirely by her ass on his face.

She felt the need to defecate in her bowels. She pushed and felt a large turd Kartal Escort slide through her sphincter. The sensation was almost orgasmic. A split second later, she pushed out another.

She knew that his mouth would be jam-packed after crapping out two big turds, but a third was pushing against her bowels; so she pushed it out too, knowing that it would likely cause him some amount of distress. She sat for about 30 more seconds to give him a change to swallow before shitting out another lump of shit. She didn’t want to make him hold his breath for much longer than about two minutes, so she shat one more lump out, then she stood.

He immediately started gasping and choking. His mouth was packed solid with her shit as he struggled to chew and swallow it.

“Phew!” it stank the room up too.

He looked visibly ill as he swallowed the last of her shit.

“Are you all right?” she asked with some concern.

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for the meal direct from inside your beautiful body. I’m fine. _Urp!”_

“You don’t look fine!”

“Honest! I’m okay, Mistress.”

“Well, if you say so,” Silvina shrugged. She knew that he enjoyed toilet service, so she accepted him at his word.

“I just want you to lick my ass clean now, okay?”

“Of course, Mistress. Please have a seat again!”

Silvina sat once again. She was on the brink of orgasm as he rimmed her asshole while she sat on his face.

Then Silvina got a naughty thought. She knew that he was Paula’s boyfriend, and they had all agreed that fucking him was off limits. But she was _SO_ horny just then.

She laid down on top of him with her crotch in his face, and facing his member.

“What are you doing, Mistress Silvina?” he asked.

“I’m going to suck your dick! Do you object?”

“I…ah…well…” he stammered.

“You think you’ll be cheating on Paula if I do?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Then it’ll be our secret, okay? After eating my shit, you deserve a treat! Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered.

At that, Silvina lowered her face and sucked his member into her mouth. She brought him to the brink of orgasm, then asked, “Do you want to orgasm into my mouth or my vagina?”

“You’re vagina, Mistress!”

She sat up and scooted around and sat on his hard, erect member. The feeling of a hard cock throbbing inside her felt so good! She started sliding herself up and down, milking his member with her PC muscle. He exploded into her immediately. She too, exploded in orgasm as they quaked in synchronicity.

_Forgive me, Paula!_ Silvina thought to herself as she sat on Robert’s softening cock still inside her vagina.

After a couple of minutes passed, she went into the bathroom and washed herself off. Then she brought the wet towel out and washed his member off, just so there would be no telltale signs for Paula to sense or smell.

She threw the towel in the laundry hamper and returned to him and said, “But now, you need to be punished for cheating on your girlfriend!”

“Oh?” he said.

Silvina knelt straddling his chest and slapped his face–hard.

“Ow!” he screamed.

Then she slapped him again with her other hand.

“Ow! Please Mistress! Please stop!”

“But you were a bad boy!”

She slapped him again. Then again. Then again.

Silvina heard the lock click as she was slapping him for maybe the tenth or fifteenth time. She whispered, “Remember to keep our secret!”

Paula and Jessica entered and Paula laughed upon seeing Silvina sitting on his chest slapping him like mad. “Having fun?” Paula laughed.

“Oh yes!” Silvina said. “Wonderful fun!” Silvina stood and said, “I got my toes sucked AND fed him a huge dump.”

Jessica yawned and said, “I’m glad you had your fun. We had fun too. A couple of guys got into a fight over Paula at some club, so we sneaked out before they realized we left. But I’m beat.”

Jessica picked up her purse, and said, “G’night. Till next time!”

“Night Jess!” Paula said.

“Safe trip home!” Silvina said.

“You too!” Jessica said to Silvina as she exited.

Silvina yawned and said, “I guess I should be getting on home too.”

“Sure,” Paula said. “I need to give him his reward for tonight. Glad you could come!”

“Me too!” Silvina said. “G’night!”

Down on the street it was still hot, and Buenos Aires could be dangerous at night for a single woman walking alone, so she waved a cab and headed home for a good night’s sleep and pleasant dreams of slapping, peeing, and foot sucking.

* END *

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Chapter 2.4 The Wait

“Tim!”

I heard Nate collapse next to me and pulled my motionless body into his warm chest. I couldn’t feel like fingers. It was all numb and paralyzed.

“Someone help! Call the ambulance!”

And then I totally slipped into a coma…

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“Tim!” I shook violently as I witnessed my lover fly over the car and smash into the road. My legs shook as well as I jumped right next to Tim on my knees. I scooped him into my arms; his arm with tiny glass shards pierced through. Blood pumped out and stained my hands.

“Someone help! Call the ambulance!”

His body slowly turned cold in my arms; I could feel each drop of degree.

“Tim, there’s so much I want to tell you. Don’t die. Please.”

Another explosion blasted through the lobby and I shielded Tim with my body.

There was a painful sting on my back, but I ignored it. Right now, it’s all about Tim Tim.

More and more officers and paramedics arrived; why were they so delayed?

One of them placed an oxygen mask over Tim Tim’s mouth and took care of him into the vehicle. And before the vehicle drove away, another blast from the inside of the building happened when I shut the doors.

“We need to operate on him immediately. Are you his family member? We need you to sign a contract.”

“Yes yes yes. I’m his only relative, I’m his boyfriend,” I was nervous as hell, “I’ll sign it. Just save him!”

“We’ll do our best.”

I signed the paper and watched as the nurses pushed Tim Tim into the operating theater. I didn’t want to let go of his hands. I never did. My eyes swelled with tears and anger as the red light turned on.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuckin’ shit!” I yelled across the bright hall. I slammed my fists on the wall and weeped like I was a three-year-old. My body sunk and leaned against the corner with my knees to my face.

“Why Tim? Why?” I choked.

My team found me an hour later at the same exact position. They carried me to the bench and comforted me. Nothing will comfort me other than the news of Tim being alive.

“The station is no more. Gran and Rainen, they…” Officer Andrews shook his head, “they didn’t make it.”

“It was chaotic. It was Hell!”

“Those people, who are they?!” The rookie slammed and kicked the plastic chairs.

Just then, a nurse walked out of the theater with blood-soaked gloves. I nearly attacked the nurse.

“The patient is experiencing a severe brain hemorrhage. We are getting blood supplies right now, but it doesn’t look good as of now. We are doing everything we could, but please be prepared.” And she hurried away.

There was a sudden lack of oxygen in the hallway. I couldn’t believe what I’ve just heard. A hemorrhage… blood in the brain. Tim. No. No… They supported me with their arms, but I fainted like a cop first day on duty.

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“Nate, Nate wake up… Wake up, you lazy bum. When are you going to take me out for dinner?”

“Tim?”

“Nate! Come on!”

Tim Tim sat on the edge of the hospital bed in his hospital gown. It was the type that has his ass exposed to the cold air. He tilted his head and smirked at me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, but I didn’t say a word.

He touched my forehead with the back of his hand, “You’re not sick, are you?”

I couldn’t help it. My tears released and I pounced at him. I hugged him and kissed him and touched him everywhere.

“I miss you Tim Tim. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me ever again, you hear me?!” I demanded.

He groaned and jerked; I thought the bear hug bruised him and I looked at him. I cupped his soft rosy cheeks.

“Did I hurt you?”

He shook his head.

I smiled, relieved, and petted his hair.

Though when I looked at my hands, blood stained my hands again. Blood dripped down Tim Tim’s face, but he was still smiling.

“What’s wrong?” he even asked.

I shot up and the plastic chair tipped over. I looked at my blood-soaked hairs with my widened eyes. No. Tim Tim.

“NOOOOOOOO!” I jumped out of my seat. I panted for a while Pendik Escort before I realized I was dreaming.

“No,” I whispered softly, “no.” I covered my face with my hands and crouched in front of the operating room. The red light was still on.

Andrews squeezed my shoulders and rubbed my back, “Ahhhh… my back.” I reached for it.

“Dude! You have a piece of metal stuck to your back!”

“Must have been from the explosion. It’s okay.”

“I’ll get you a nurse.”

“Wait…”

And the red light turned off.

“Tim.”

A pair of doctors came out first, “Who’s the relative of Timothy Chang?”

“I am! I am!” I screamed on top of my lungs, “How is he?”

My team surrounded me, ready to either sigh with relieve or give condolences.

“He is alive.”

“Yes!”

“But due to blood loss and the trauma, I cannot give an exact time that he will wake up.”

My excitement faded away for a second, “You mean, he’s in a coma?”

“Yes, he is very weak physically, but he was very strong-willed. His heart stopped a couple of times during the 16-hour operation, but he was revived every time when it seemed impossible.”

“Thank you doctors.”

“He’ll be in Intensive Care. And once the nurse have finished their tasks, you’ll be able to talk to him.”

“Thank you. Thank you! Thank you so much!”

The doctors nodded and Tim Tim was pushed out of the room.

Tim. His lips were so pale. His face looked matte. He thinned out within 16 hours. I could see his jawline, my first time seeing it in a very sickening view. I took his hand into mine again.

“Sir, he’ll be in room 64. Please give us 15 minutes and you’ll be able to interact with the patient when you are suited with protective gears to prevent any infections.”

I took a long and deep breath before letting go of Tim again.

Chapter 2.5 The Consequences

The car that hit Tim was not a coincidence. It was all planned. Someone wanted Tim Tim dead.

My boss disappeared after the attack, and 38 bodies were found in the building. Some were our people, others are still being identified.

“Captain, I think you should take a break. To take care of Doctor Chang.”

“I will, but first, I need to clean up this mess. And find out who’s behind all this!” I slammed my fist on my desk.

Whoever’s left in my team was relocated again. This time, to the central headquarter. The head established a new division and he chose me to be the head to investigate the incident. It has been three months since Tim Tim was hit, and still no signs of him waking up. Every day, I would go and hold his hand and kiss him as the heart rate monitor beeps healthily.

“Tim Tim, when you regain your consciousness again, I’ll take you around the world. We’ll forget everything in the past. We’ll be free together, just you and me. No one will want you dead. You will not have to do anything that’s against your standards…” I sniffed and held in my tears. My nose turned sour just thinking about Tim sleeping peacefully in front of me.

There was a knock and the doctor stepped in, “Hi, Captain Young, just a regular check-up.”

I got out of my chair and stood aside.

“Keep talking to him Captain. He’s listening. I’m sure of it.”

“I am.”

“I have a feeling that he’s gonna be up soon.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah! Doctor Chang is a strong, and nice, and charismatic. Good guys like him will do fine.” The doctor patted my shoulder, “I’ll come back again at 5 to check on him again. He’s doing very well as of now.”

“Thank you,” I mouthed.

Just as the doctor stepped out of the door, he turned to me again, “A guy visited earlier today when I was doing my morning check up on Doctor Chang today. He said he is Doctor Chang’s older brother. His left cheek was covered with gauze, looked like some kind of a burn wound.”

I nearly fell off my chair.

“Thanks for the notice doc.”

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“Captain Young.” A mysterious figure leaned against my bedroom door frame.

I immediately drew out my gun Anadolu Yakası Escort and pointed at the shadow. It was clearly not Tim Tim.

“I’m here to discuss about Tim Tim’s situation. I’m his older brother. I’m Damon.” He stuck out his hands.

I slowly withdrew my gun back into my holster, but I didn’t return the shake, “What do you want?”

“I will get him out of there tomorrow. I need you to take him somewhere safe. I don’t care where, just don’t ever come back.”

“You what?! You won’t be able to get him out of there. You’ll only get yourself killed and hurt Tim as well.” I blitzed at him and pushed him into the bedroom.

“That’s the only way out! There are people in the station that works for mother. The longer he stays there, the more dangerous it gets.”

“Mother?”

“Our head. The woman who dragged him into this chaos. Tim didn’t kill a target who was supposed to be killed, and as a consequence, he’s getting killed.”

“Forbes. The prostitute.”

“It was either to take the mission, or to see his boyfriend tortured to death in front of him. He loved you, Captain Young. I even tried to rape him and he only called your name.”

“You’re the one who raped Tim Tim?!” I threw my fist across his face. He crashed into my closet door; and took him by his collar and threw another punch into his guts. He coughed and laughed.

“What’s so funny?” my voice became husky and choked.

“I think I finally get why Tim chose you over me.”

“Yeah? Why?” I released him from my grip.

“He likes it rough.” I swear he winked at me.

“Fuck you,” I inhaled, “he loves it when I screw him nice and easy.”

Damon broke out a painful laughter. I placed my hands on my hips and watched him tough out the pain.

“Want some ice?”

“That’ll be nice.”

We sat across from each other at the table. I handed him a beer, and he gladly accepted it.

“Tomorrow. I need you to be ready to grab him near the front entrance of the station. It’s gonna be messy alright, but I’m gonna do anything to save him.”

“I still highly recommend you not to because we are heavily armed and secured.”

“Captain Nate,” he stared dead straight right into my eyes, “you have no idea what we are capable of.”

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So he’s still alive. That’s… a good news, I guess.

“So Damon visited you this morning. You two must have a very deep relationship before you met me. Tim Tim, to be honest, I’m a bit jealous of Damon. I could see it in his eyes how deep he is in love with you. That sorrow in his eyes, you really hurt him there.” I stroked Tim’s soft hands.

“I stay for the night Tim. I have a day off tomorrow.” I planted a kiss on his cracked lips, “I miss your passionate kisses, Tim. Wake up for me.”

The doctors came by again, and then I got some hospital meal to fill my stomach. The food was horrible, but I wasn’t in a really good mood for food anyways.

I gathered all the pillows and jammed them into a mattress on the window seat.

“Good night Tim. I’ll see you in the morning.” I covered myself with a thin blanket and closed my tired black eyes.

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A knock woke me up the next morning. The doctor came in and greeted me as I jumped off the pillows.

“We have more pillows if you need them.”

“Ah, thanks for…” I thought I was dreaming.

As I glanced over Tim’s face, his eyelids suddenly twitched. I yelled and pointed at him, “His eyes moved! His eyes moved!” The doctor immediately checked.

“Captain Young, I think he’ll be awake within the next hour. Be prepared. I’ll be right back.”

“Tim Tim,” I kneeled in front of the bed; I grasped his hand too hard.

Silently, I could hear him moan due to the pain, but I was too excited to aware of my grip on him. His eyes slowly opened to adjust to the brightness for several minutes. When he could finally open his eyes completely, he tilted his head to me, “Where am I?” I could barely hear him.

“Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital. Tim,” I cried tears of joy, “you’re finally İstanbul Escort back. I miss you so much.”

“Who… who are you?”

I thought I heard wrong.

“Who,” he gulped, “who are you?”

This time, although a whisper, was loud and clear to me.

“Tim… I’m Nate!”

Chapter 2.6 The Reintroduction

My head ached. My whole body ached. And my hand ached, especially when that stranger gripped my hand so tightly.

“Who are you?” I could barely make a sound.

“I’m Nate, Tim. Nate Young. Please don’t scare me, Tim. It’s not funny.”

He was crying his eyes out as I watched his weird expressions on his face. He seemed really happy, but shocked.

Do I know him? He seemed really familiar, but I couldn’t recall.

“Tim! Timothy Chang! I’m Nate. Captain. Nate Young!”

“I’m… Tim?” I took a deep breath.

“Yes!” he yelled at me.

A person in a white lab coat walked into the room, “Doctor Chang, Captain Young had waited for three months now. Welcome back.”

I smiled, but it only added to the confusion.

“He’s not remembering anything, doc. Is it gonna go away?” the handsome man asked the doctor.

“I can’t guarantee anything, Captain Young. Keep talking to him, I’ll be back soon.”

The rest of the nurses walked out and closed the door after they helped me sit up and made sure everything’s fine with me.

“What do you remember?” he asked me.

I stretched my neck as I thought about it, “I remember… nothing.”

“Nothing? Do you remember anyone? Names?”

“I don’t even remember my own name mister.”

“I’m Nate, your boyfriend.”

I held in my breath for a second. He’s… my… boyfriend. Fuck, he’s hot. No way in a million years could this have happened.

“You’re… my boyfriend. So I’m gay?”

“I suppose.”

“Are we married?”

“No we are not. But I hope to someday.”

I laughed at the thought, but my lungs choked and I spat out a thread of blood out. He freaked out and immediately pushed the red button as he wiped away the blood.

“Tim, don’t die now. You can’t just leave me now,” he yelled at me without knowing. This guy really likes to yell.

A team of nurses rushed into the room and checked me here and there.

“I feel fine.”

“No you’re not!” Nate demanded. Wow, he’s aggressive.

The nurses calmed him down a little when they told him I was fine. It was better for me to cough out the blood out rather than it being in my lungs.

“You sure you’re alright?” he poured a cup of water for me.

“I’m alright, really. Thanks.” I reached out for the cup, but he pushed my hands away. He gently placed the cup right on my bottom lip and carefully tilted the cup. I quietly drank as I stared at him.

This man. I must have been madly in love with him before my accident.

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“So what happened to me?”

He hesitated.

“What did I do before the accident?”

“You… you were hit by a car. You were… you… wanted to visit me in the police station. But you crossed the street and you were hit.”

“Did you catch the driver?”

“No, not yet.”

I sat on a wheelchair next to him on the plastic bench. He held my hands the whole time we were sitting there. I observed the nurses walking around; each time they passed us, they had this jealous smile on their face.

“Who’s Damon?”

“Damon? You remember Damon?”

“No. That name just popped out of my mind.”

“He’s your… older brother. Maybe a step-brother. I don’t know.”

“Is he around?”

“He’s… He is…”

“Stop lying to me, Nate.”

He flinched. His jaw clenched.

“Tell me the truth.” I looked at him.

“Tim, I honestly do not know. We’ve been together. But I’ve never forced you to tell me about your past. But I know it was full of tragedy. Like mine.”

“Tragedy.” A sudden wave of memories electrocuted me. I screamed and held on to my hair as he tried to stop me from falling off the wheelchair.

“Tim Tim! No! No!”

My eyes watered and I stopped struggling. I couldn’t stop sobbing. My nose became runny. My ears were hot to touch.

“My parents died… I… I was all alone,” I quietly spoke, trying to remember all the details.

“And?” Nate kneeled in front of my on both knees.

I shook my head, “That is all.”

But that wasn’t all.

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Bart’s Adventures

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Bart was a man in 20s. Taller than average at 6′ 2″ with brown hair and brown eyes, he usually didn’t have a problem getting women, but…. There was the side of him that liked watching. Some might call him a Peeping Tom, but he liked watching other people when they didn’t know. It heightened the fantasy.

It was a hot summer night. The kind that made your skin sticky just walking to and from your car. The same kind of sticky that you get after a great round of sex. As Bart was getting out of his car, he saw a young couple heading to their apartment. His apartment was farther down the building, and he had not seen this couple before. They must be new to the complex. They were in their early 20s. It looked like they were just getting home from a date. Bart wondered if the guy would get laid tonight. His eyes followed them as they approached their door. They were in a unit close to where his car was parked. He scanned the area, seeing a tall shrub he could crouch behind.

Bart couldn’t wait to see what happened with this young couple. As he found a place to peer through their window. He saw them embraced in a hot kiss. The girl was wearing those cute little Daisy Duke shorts. The man’s hands cupped her ass, grabbing the sweet flesh beneath them. His hands tangled in her hair as she arched her neck back and groaned. He kissed her neck, nibbled on her ears, trailing his mouth further down to lock onto her nipple through her shirt. Bart heard the groan even from his spot. She must be soaking her panties right now, if she was even wearing anyway. As short as those shorts were, it was possible she had a little thong, or maybe even no panties. Bart’s cock hardened.

He loved thinking about what women wore under their clothes. Bras and panties are sexy, especially when they had female skin in them. Bart hoped she was wearing some sexy little get up underneath those shorts. Although he’d love to see her naked, his mind raced with what she might have on under her shorts and shirt.

Bart’s cock hardened again as he saw the girl frantically grabbing for the man’s shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. Clothes were coming off now. The man took this as his cue, pushing the girl’s shirt up, exposing the baby pink lace bra. Now it was Bart’s turn to groan. The bra was only slightly darker than the girl’s skin. Her nipples strained against the confining garment. She had beautiful tits. A nice C cup he guessed. Again, the man’s mouth was on her nipple. She pressed her tit against his mouth. Bart licked his lips. He wanted his mouth against the lace, sucking on her hard nipples.

The man sucked on one nipple as he pinched the other. The girl’s hips were grinding. She obviously enjoyed what she was receiving. Her hands gripped his head, locking his mouth right over her tits. Bart saw her chest heaving, her breaths coming faster and harder. Bart stroked his now rock hard cock through his pants. He wanted to pull his cock out to stroke, but he was too close to the parking lot to take a chance of getting caught. He’d have to be content with watching and rubbing through his pants. His own breathing quickened with the girl’s. Was she about to cum? Bart sat glued in his spot.

A load moan came from the girl’s lips. Her hips no longer moved. Instead, her entire body shuddered as the orgasm took her. As she came down from her high, the man worked the button on her shorts, and had them sliding down her legs before she knew what happened. There she stood in her matching bra and panties. Bart wanted so badly to stroke himself to his own orgasm, but he had to remain constrained. The man must have asked her to turn around, because the girl turned in a circle very slowly. Bart was able to drink in every inch of her body as she did. The panties dipped low in the front, ending just above her bush or where her bush would be. Bart couldn’t tell what was under the lace. The weave was just a little too tight. As she turned, Bart saw her ass cheeks only half covered by the pink lace. He could clearly see the curve of each cheek on her firm ass. The man stopped her there. He pulled her against his body, with his her ass against his still covered cock. She was turned toward Bart, leaving him a clear view as the man began to work her tits again. This time he had one nipple pinched between the thumb and forefinger on each hand. He continued his assault on her tits until she was near cumming again. He softened Maltepe Escort his touch, gradually pulling his hands away, sliding them down her exposed torso. Her skin looked silky smooth and soft. His hands slid further down, rubbing across her clit, through the panties. Bart saw her gasp and her body tighten.

Bart saw the man whisper in the girl’s ear. She nodded her response. The man’s hand dipped inside the little lace panties. He must have touched her clit, because Bart heard her gasp. The man’s fingers worked quickly inside her panties. He never pulled them down to give Bart a full view of her pussy. Instead, he had to be content with watching her hips grind as his finger continued working her clit. The man ground his cock against her ass. Bart bet that his cock would easily slide into her slippery pussy. He could almost feel it. He’d love to be more than a spectator in this event, but he had to settle for his position in the dark.

The position of the man’s hands changed. Bart couldn’t figure it out at first, then he realized the man must have at least one finger inside her slick pussy. It appeared that his thumb would graze her clit, while his finger slid in and out. Bart tore his gaze away to look at the girl’s face. Her head was back, eyes closed, and mouth open as she panted her way through the sensations. She panted faster and faster as the man continued. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she let out a loud moan. “Oh yes,” Bart heard her yell as she came. The man continued working her pussy with one hand, while tugging on a nipple with the other. The girl ground her pussy down onto his hand, taking everything he could give. The man slowed his pace and released her nipple, giving her a chance to come down.

The man was talking to her, but Bart couldn’t tell what the discussion was. The girl shook her head and the discussion continued. Occasionally the man would tug her nipple or rub his thumb over her clit as he continued, but the girl continued to disagree with him.

The man removed his hands. The girl was having difficulty standing. He held her up, while still whispering in her ear.

Bart saw them separate and make their way to the couch. The man removed his pants, and stripped off his boxer briefs as well. He took a seat on the couch. Bart was waiting for what came next, knowing he might not be able to keep from jerking off if he saw those tits in the pink bra bouncing as she rode his cock.

To Bart’s surprise, the girl knelt in front of the man. She took the hard cock in her hands, stroking. He appeared to be just smaller than Bart’s 7 inches, which she handled easily. Bart groaned as he watched the girl’s head dip lower and lower, finally making contact with the man’s hard cock. Her mouth slid down the shaft, taking his full length in. Bart continued rubbing himself through his pants.

Still clad in the pink bra and panties, her ass faced Bart as he continued to watch. He went back and forth between watching her mouth and watching her ass wiggle as she sucked the hard cock.

By the looks of it, this was not the first time she had her mouth over his cock. She worked up and down with quick, steady strokes. She engulfed his full cock without gagging. Sometimes she took just the head of his cock in her mouth, a move that Bart loved. Bart’s own cock throbbed, aching for release. He wanted to close his eyes and imagine it was his cock in her mouth, but he couldn’t look away. He imagined burying his cock in her wet pussy while she continued to suck the cock of the other man. He wouldn’t remove her panties. Instead he’d simply slide them to the side so he could continue to see them stretched across her ass.

As Bart looked back, he caught a glimpse of the man’s face. He knew that look. It was the look that said he was about ready to cum. Bart now kept his eyes glued to the girl’s mouth. The man began thrusting his cock in and out of the girl’s mouth, fucking it like a pussy. She did not back off. She kept her mouth wrapped around him as he stilled himself, dumping loads of cum down her throat. Bart saw her swallowing, knowing the cum was sliding down her throat. His cock strained, harder than it had ever been, wanting to be sucked or fucked. How he wished it was receiving the service the man was. He’d gladly dump his load in her pussy or down her throat. He didn’t care where. He just wanted to cum.

After the man Kartal Escort had drained his cock, he laid down on the couch, pulling the girl against him. One hand rested on one of her tits, the other hand passively cupped her pussy. Before long, Bart saw the steady rise and fall of both their chests. They were asleep. Damn. Nothing more to see here tonight, and he’s still got one hell of a hard on. Now what?

Bart waited for an opening, crept out from his spot behind the shrub, and continued down the walkway. His eyes were searching for another window he might spy through.

He spotted an opening. He caught a glance of a young woman through the blinds. He slowed his pace to get a better look. She was dressed in a slinky piece of lingerie. She was pacing back and forth while talking on the phone. Scratch that. She was arguing and it looked like she was building up a good head of steam.

Bart mentally thanked the designers of this complex. They spent a good bit of money on landscaping, making it easier for him to watch the residents.

He settled in as she continued her argument.

“You fucking bastard. You leave me here high and dry on our anniversary,” she shouted. “That’s it. We’re done. You were going to get the fuck of your life tonight, but you’ll never get near this pussy or ass again. If there’s some other bitch, she better be worth it.”

Bart wondered what fool would pass her up. The green nightie she was wearing accentuated her green eyes and long red hair. The silk hugged tight against her tits, then flared away. As she paced, the hem of the nightie fluttered, exposing the flesh of her ass. She had on a small thong underneath the nightie. An ivory satin trimmed the entire outfit. Oh, how soft it must feel. Was her skin as soft as the silk?

She continued to rant and scream after she hung up.

“Who the fuck does he think he is? He thinks he can just ditch me like that? I don’t need him. I can fuck myself better than he ever fucked me.”

Her pace slowed and her rants weakened. The fury was wearing down. When she finally stopped, she collapsed onto the couch. Bart wanted to reach out and soothe her. Stroke her hair, kiss her full lips, pull her head toward him. If he thought his cock was straining before, it was nothing compared to now. Redheads made him so damn hard, and here was a luscious redhead who needed soothing.

Apparently, she was going to work on soothing herself. Her hands traveled across her body. Her palms rubbed across her nipples, down across her stomach, resting on her pussy.

Bart didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to make any sound that would make her stop. Both hands moved back to her tits; her palms rubbing, making her nipples harden. Bart wanted her to move her hands so he could see the nubs, but he didn’t want her to stop pleasuring herself. He wanted to see her cum while he stayed hidden. He imagined that his hands were the ones giving her the pleasure she needed. He willed her to pinch and pull on those nubs.

As if able to read his mind, her fingers began to pinch, pull, tug….Working her hard nipples. Her hips began to do a little thrust and grind as she did. She pressed her lips together as she increased the pressure on her tits.

No longer content with just playing with her tits, she stood and removed the thong she wore. Bart thought he saw a damp area, but it was hard to tell with such a small piece of fabric. By the way her hips were moving before, her pussy had to be wet.

She lowered herself to the couch again, scooting her ass up to the edge, sliding the silk up her body. It was then that Bart saw she was a true red head. The damp curls on her pussy were the same shade as the hair on her head. Bart could no longer hold back. The urge to stroke his cock was so strong. He shifted slightly, attempting to lower his pants. He must have made a noise, because she stopped.

She sat, still and silent for a few moments. Then she rose and walked to the door, swinging it open, hard. She looked around and didn’t see Bart at first glance. As her eyes swept back, she saw him, crouched in the bushes.

“Oh, I have a Peeping Tom I see. You like looking at me playing with my tits and rubbing my pussy?” she barked.

Bart couldn’t answer her. His mouth refused to work. He couldn’t even nod in agreement.

“Well, I’ve got a full head of steam tonight and I don’t mind an Kurtköy Escort audience, so why don’t you get your prick in here and you can watch while I fuck myself, unless you prefer to stay in the bushes like a scardy cat.”

Again, Bart didn’t answer. He moved quickly, not wasting a moment and not giving her a chance to retract her offer.

“So, what’s your name, or should I just call you Peeping Tom?”

“Bbbb-aa-rt,” he stammered.

“Well, Bart, you wanted to watch, you can have a front row seat. I never minded having someone watch me fuck. If you are going to chicken out, get out now, otherwise I’m going back to what I was doing. You want to take your cock out and stroke it, go right ahead, but you damn well better not cum until I do.”

Bart happily obliged her. His cock sprang from his pants.

“Not a bad toy you’ve got there. You should stop creeping in the bushes and find someone who will gobble that up for you. “

She ended the conversation, turning her attention back to her own body. She hadn’t even touched herself, but her nipples poked stretched the fabric. Bart wondered if this was a bigger turn on for him or her.

She began to take the green nightie off when Bart blurted, “No, please don’t.”

“Oh, you like a woman in silky, sexy things. More than I can say for the bastard that stood me up tonight. I’ll leave it on.”

Bart wanted to stroke her damp curls, nibble on her tits and ram his cock into her soaking pussy, but she had clearly set the boundaries and he’d stick by them if it meant he could remain in this room.

Her left hand worked her left tit while her right hand began a slow stroke of her pussy. Initially, she ran her entire hand across her pussy, front to back, repeating slowly. Her fingers pressed slightly into her wet slit. They glistened as she brought them toward her clit, grazing over it, traveling up her body, across her nipple, then disappearing in her mouth.

Bart groaned, stroking his cock while he watched. He willed himself not to blink so that he wouldn’t miss a single second.

Her hand reversed direction after she had licked her fingers clean. Back down to her pussy it went. Her thumb rubbed the swollen nub that was her clit, while her fingers probed in and out of her slippery hole. First one finger, then two, then three.

Bart groaned with each addition, stroking his cock just a little faster. He was hard as a rock and working to keep from cumming.

Her hand worked faster and faster, fingers pumping in and out of her now soaking pussy. She did not hold back with her moans.

Bart wondered if she was always this vocal while fucking, or if she had increased things to amuse him.

“Oh, fuck yes. My pussy feels so good. So wet, my fingers just slide right in,” she cried as she continued fucking herself. “Oh, yes, I’m ready. I’m going to cum,” she screamed.

Bart stroked furiously as he watched her body clench, release, her hips grinding hard onto her hand. She was in control of how hard and how long she came. He felt his balls grow tight and knew he was about to shoot his load. Damn, he wished he was cumming in her wet pussy, or down her throat as he had just watched. He was ready for his release. It was a long time coming, and the sight before him pushed him over the edge. Never had he seen a woman come so hard and so freely. She was not shy as she pushed herself further and further, working her pussy and clit with abandon, while tugging on her nipple, which had now turned bright red. Just when it seemed like she was finished, she would push harder, another orgasm hitting her.

Bart came with a loud groan. This snapped her back into the scene. She slowed her pace as she watched Bart. Now the tables were turned slightly. She lightened her pressure so she could better watch him as he came. She felt empowered knowing she had done this and she never even touched him.

The sight of his cum spurting from his cock got to her. She moved quickly from the couch, plunging her mouth over his cock, swallowing him as he continued to cum. Oh, the taste of his salty cum sliding down her throat. A great end to this little adventure.

Bart emptied his cock, but it remained hard longer than normal. She continued to suck and slurp. His hands went to the red hair loosely spilling around her. He would love to spend the night exploring every inch of her and all her hair, but that was not her plan. She planted a kiss on the tip of cock and sent him on his way.

With a new spring in his step, he wondered what he might find in other apartments in his complex, but for now he would slip into bed, dreaming sweet dreams of what he had seen already.

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Cindy Gets Caught

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Cindy moaned as her boyfriend kissed her deeply. He was laying on top of her while she lay on her back on her couch. Both their pants lay on the floor next to the couch.

He reached under her to squeeze her perky bubble butt. Pressing his erection into her crotch through his boxers and her panties.

“Oh baby,” She panted, “I love how hard you are.”

“Mmm. I love your ass, Cindy. I think we should get you out of these panties.”

“Ok but your boxers stay on.” She lifted her ass to let him slide the little piece of cotton off her hips. “Okay?”

“Ugh fine. I wouldn’t put it in you I just want to feel it slide up against you.”

“I’m not ready for that baby.” She thrust her bare hips against his clothed ones.

“What about a hand job then?” He grunted as he rutted against her. “Please?”

“Baby we have only been dating for four months. I’m not ready for more than this. I’m sorry.”

“Ugh, I know you aren’t. I don’t mean to push. But fuck I’m horny.”

“It’s ok. Let’s just dry hump like we always do until you come.”

While they humped and talked they didn’t hear the key being inserted in the lock to the front door. The door swung open and a young woman entered the house about five feet from them.

“Fuck!” Cindy’s boyfriend said rolling off of her and onto the floor.

“What the fuck is going on here?” The woman was only a few years older than Cindy. She was Cindy’s new stepmother, while only being twenty-two years old she was four years older than Cindy.

“Kim! You were supposed to be out running!”

Kim was wearing a pink sports bra, with headphones hanging out between her breasts and tight black yoga pants. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail behind her head and there was a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead. She also had a spattering of raindrops on her skin and clothes.

“It started raining. And just ’cause I out didn’t mean Jason can come over and fuck your brains out.” She slammed the front door, locking it before she walked over to them.

They both sat on the couch, Cindy in just a little t-shirt and Jason wearing a shirt and boxers. His erection stood straight up, tenting his boxers, with a wet spot showing where his tip was.

Kim’s blue eyes strayed to the tent. “Well? Does it?”

“We weren’t fucking! We don’t do that!” Cindy told her indignantly.

“We weren’t Kim.” Jason was twenty, two years older than Cindy and two younger than Kim. He was embarrassed at being caught and at the fact that Cindy just admitted he hadn’t been able to get her to have sex in four months of dating.

“Well isn’t that a waste.” She stood in front of them with her hands on her hips.

“What’s that mean?” Cindy asked her.

“I mean Jason is hott,” She smiled at the young man, “and he clearly has a decent cock under there.” She waved her hand toward Jason’s tent. “How is your father going to feel when he finds out you were fooling around on his couch while he is hard at work?” She changed the subject.

“You can’t tell him please!” Cindy begged.

“Why can’t I?”

“He will be so mad at me. Please, summer is almost over and I’ll be going to college in the fall. I don’t want him mad at me for the last few days I am home.” She pleaded.

“I’m going to need more than that from you, Cindy.”

“What else do you want? I don’t have anything to give you.”

Kim eyed Jason’s tented boxers. “Nothing?” She licked her lips.

“No Kim. Please, daddy won’t let me see him anymore.” Cindy looked near to tears.

“Well then if I can’t tell your father to punish you I’ll just have to do it myself.”

“How? If you take away my phone or computer daddy will notice.”

“Well I’ll just have to use corporal punishment then, won’t I?” She smiled wickedly.

“Corporal? What do you mean? You’re going to hurt me?”

“Yeah, I’m going to punish you like the sniveling little girl you are. I’m going to spank your slutty ass unless you want me to call your father instead.” She pulled her cell phone from the waistband of her pants.

“Wait! Fine. If that’ll stop you from telling him I will.” She turned to Jason. “I’ll call you later baby.” She kissed him quick.

“Whoa whoa. I never said Jason was leaving.” Kim informed her.

“I have to be spanked in front of him?” She looked shocked.

“Hell yeah. How else will you learn your lesson if no one witnesses it?”

Cindy Pendik Escort looked horrified.

She didn’t notice the smile Jason was trying to repress. “It’ll be okay babe.” Jason told her, squeezing her hand.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

“Lean over the armrest there.” Kim directed her so she was on her knees, her bare ass in the air facing Jason, still seated on the couch.

Cindy rested on her elbows. “Come on I’m embarrassed enough without making me just sit here.”

“You are definitely ‘bare-assed’.” Kim joked crudely causing Jason to smile. “Getting a good look there stud?”

“Yeah.” Jason breathed. Eyes locked on Cindy’s bare pussy.

“Alright Cindy, I think twenty slaps should do it.”

“You’re going to hit me twenty times!” She sounded worried.

“Uh yeah. I just said that you twit.”

“I don’t think I can get hit that many times.”

“It’s that or daddy.” Kim didn’t wait for a reply.

Smack

“Ow! That’s too hard Kim!”

“That’s the point. Do you think it was ‘too hard’ Jason?” She mocked Cindy’s whining tone. Jason shook his head ‘no’ without taking his eyes off Cindy. “Otherwise, you’ll keep acting like a slut.”

“I won’t I promise just don’t hurt me.”

Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack

Kim was tired of talking and began to spank the younger girl mercilessly. Cindy stopped arguing and began to cry as her ass was beaten red.

Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack

“Please, Kim. I’ll be good. Please just stop.” Cindy begged as tears streamed down her face.

Kim paused as she noticed Jason. He had pulled his cock through the slit of his boxers and was jerking himself quickly. “Enjoying the show a little too much don’t you think stud.”

“I couldn’t help it. This is so hott.”

“Hott? She’s hurting me, Jason!” Cindy wailed at her boyfriend.

“What’s hott is what you’re holding there.” Kim indicated Jason’s cock with a nod.

“Hey! He’s my boyfriend Kim. What would daddy think if he knew you were staring at another man.” Her confidence rose as she thought she was gaining the upper hand.

“Fuck your father. He doesn’t have a cock nearly as nice as that.”

“Ew, I don’t want to hear about that!”

“Plus he’s been fucking his secretary Brooke for the last two months. I have been looking for a way to get him back, but all his friends are old or fat. Jason on the other hand…”

“Just finish spanking me so we can go.” Cindy told her.

“Does she suck that nice cock for you stud?” Kim asked the still masturbating Jason.

“No, she doesn’t.”

“I can’t believe you are talking about this Jason!” Cindy moved to get off the couch.

“Stay right there you little slut!” Kim snapped at her. “She at least jerk you off?”

“No. The most we do is a dry hump.”

“You’ve had this beautiful cock for four months and you haven’t played with it once Cindy?”

“No, ’cause I’m ‘not’ a slut.”

“I think you’re just afraid to.”

“I-I am not!” Her voice betrayed her.

“Well if you won’t I will.” With that, she gave Cindy one more spank.

Smack

She then knelt in front of Jason. “You’ll like this.” Before Jason could react she opened her mouth and engulfed his prick.

“Mmm.” He moaned loudly as his cock slid into her warm, wet, sucking mouth. “Oh fuck!”

“Jason!” Cindy turned around, kneeling next to him. “Don’t let her do that! You’re supposed to be ‘my’ boyfriend!

“I can’t Cindy. It feels so good.” Kim took one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head. He used it to direct her speed and depth.

“I thought you loved me!”

“I do, but I need to get off from something other than the inside of my shorts once in a while.” He held Kim’s head in place a moment.

Kim slid him out of her mouth, to a groan of dismay. “Don’t worry stud. Just making sure you have something to look at while I work.” She removed her pink sports bra to reveal her perky B cups. She had freckles scattered across the center of her chest and not even a hint of tan lines. She turned to Cindy. “Think of this as a learning experience. You’re about to see your boyfriends cock slide all the way into my throat. Ever been deepthroated stud?”

“No.” He looked excited.

“Not surprising with this massive fuck-stick.” Kim then resumed sucking. She was taking more and more of him into her mouth. Until his whole seven Anadolu Yakası Escort inches was disappearing down her throat.

“Oh fuck, I think I’m going to come!”

“Jason! You can’t.” Cindy shouted at him.

Kim pulled off him with a “pop.” “It’s ok. I swallow.” She winked at Jason as if that had been the reason for Cindy’s objection. “Though you had better hold out stud. I want a ride on that thing before you do.” She turned to Cindy. “Unless you’d like a turn sucking him Cindy?” She stood up and removed her tight pants, revealing she hadn’t been wearing panties. She also revealed her perfect pussy, with a tuft of reddish blonde hair in the shape of a heart above it. “Cute right?” She asked Jason. He just nodded, awestruck.

“Please, Cindy. I bet you’ll be really good. And Kim can give you tips. I’d rather it was you who made me come, babe. Please.”

“No way. It’s gross!”

“Fine you little prude. Maybe I should lock you in your room while Jason and I have some real fun.”

“No!”

“Then get over here and suck!”

Cindy hesitantly crawled over to Jason.

“Take off your shirt so Jason can play with your tits while you suck him. Guys like that.” Kim told her.

Cindy did as she was told. Giving both Jason and Kim a look at her perky little B’s. Her nipples were almost the same color as her pale skin.

“Your so beautiful Cindy. I’m so happy we are finally doing this.”

Cindy blushed at his compliment even under these circumstances.

“Yeah yeah, ‘you’re so pretty’, blah blah blah. Come on. Suck that cock or I will bury it so deep in my pussy you’ll never get it back.”

Cindy lowered her mouth and began to kiss Jason’s cock. She would tentatively lick the head before kissing it more.

“What the fuck is this ‘kissy’ shit! I said suck!” Kim then grabbed Cindy by her blonde hair and forced her mouth onto Jason’s cock.

“Umph.” Cindy flailed about and tried to push herself of Jason’s cock.

“Stop fighting me bitch!” Kim reached down and pulled Jason’s belt off his pants. She then used it to tie Cindy’s flailing arms behind her back.

“Jason help don’t let her do this to me!”

“Cindy it’ll be ok. I really need this babe. Just try to go along with it. Please, for me?”

“No! She is going to choke me with your big thing!” Cindy yelled in fear.

Kim grabbed her again. “I’ll pull you off just the second you pass out don’t worry.” She shoved the girl down again without waiting for a reply. Forcing Cindy to bob up and down unwillingly. Jason groaned loudly as his girlfriend was forced to suck his cock. “How’s the little slut doing stud?”

“Oh god, it’s so good. Cindy, you’re so good.”

Cindy was being pushed up and down, hard. His cock hit the back of her throat repeatedly causing her to gag and cough. Drool ran down his shaft and tears ran down her face.

“You like using your girlfriend’s face as a fuck toy?” Jason just nodded. “Here take her head. Don’t let up though I want this bitch gagging with every thrust. But I owe her some spankings.”

Smack

“Umph. Mmmm!” Cindy squealed around the cock in her mouth. Vibrations going through Jason’s cock.

“Oh god. If you keep making her scream on my dick I’m going to come!”

“That’s ok stud. Fill her mouth. I am all worked up I’m going to need to fuck soon and if I get off before you, you can just fuck the hell out of Cindy until you come again.” She then ran her fingers between Cindy’s legs. “You little slut. This is turning you on isn’t it?”

“Mm-mm.” Cindy shook her head.

“Don’t lie to me bitch.”

Smack

“You don’t get to come you little slut. You are here for our pleasure, not yours. Poor Jason hasn’t gotten to have a good come since he met you. Now fucking suck out all of his cum!”

Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack,

“Oh god, I’m so close.”

Smack

“Good fill her mouth.”

Smack

“And Cindy you had better catch it all. I want to see it in your mouth before you swallow it.”

Smack

“Umph”

Smack

“Oh fuck!” Jason screamed as he began to furiously fuck Cindy’s face.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue bitch!”

Cindy did her best. “Uck uck uck.” The sound of her throat being violated filled the room.

“Fuck that is hott! Come in her throat. Fill that little bitch’s mouth with your hot cum. Fill her mouth with all İstanbul Escort the cum you have pent up in you.

Jason roared as his cum shot into his helpless girlfriend’s mouth. “Don’t swallow and don’t spill it slut!”

“Glad to see you’re getting into this stud.” Kim told him.

“Fuck I’ve needed this. I haven’t come so hard since I met her. She just likes to rub her sexy little cunt on me but never lets me put my cock in her.”

Cindy whimpered at the verbal abuse but didn’t let any of the cum out of her mouth.

“Let me see bitch.” Kim pulled her up by her blonde hair.

Cindy obediently opened her mouth so Kim could see the pool of cum on her tongue.

“Fuck you came a lot. Show him what you earned slut.”

Cindy turned so her boyfriend could see as well, tears in her blue eyes.

“Fuck that’s hott.”

“Alright cunt, swallow.” Cindy did as she was told, instinctively opening her mouth again to show it was empty. “Nice.” Kim then forced her back onto his cock. “Now suck him again. I need him hard so I can fuck him.

Cindy obediently began to blow her boyfriend.

“Oh god, it’s so sensitive!” Jason groaned, his hands at his sides now, letting Cindy have freedom as she sucked.

“Just hold out stud. As soon as she has you hard I want you inside me.”

Cindy could feel him grow hard inside her mouth. But she didn’t say anything to Kim, hoping that if she could get him off again quickly he would be too tired to fuck Kim.

“He’s hard enough. I know you are a slut who loves sucking cock but it’s my turn.” She pulled Cindy up by the hair again and threw her to the other side of the couch. “Now watch closely as I fuck your boyfriend’s brains out. If you learn to fuck him half as well maybe he won’t dump your useless ass. She then climbed on top of Jason’s lap. She pointed his hard cock at her pussy. “If you thought my mouth was good just wait.” She lowered herself down onto him.

“Ugh, you are tight Kim.”

“That’s ’cause Cindy’s ‘daddy’ has a tiny cock.” Cindy groaned from the other end of the couch. Kim began to ride Jason as hard as she could. “Fuck yeah, your cock is nice!”

Jason watched as her perky boobs bounced in front of his face, his hands grabbing her ass.

“Jason! How can you fuck her with me right here?”

“If you had fucked me even once I wouldn’t need to.”

“That’s not fair! I wasn’t ready!”

“I’m ready Jason. You can fuck me with your cock whenever you want. And if little miss ‘I’m not ready’ over there wises up I’d be willing to share.”

Jason grunted and rolled Kim over onto her back. Her head came to rest against Cindy’s chest and her back was between the blonde’s legs. Jason started to pound himself into Kim’s tight pussy. He stared Cindy in the eye. “This is your fault, Cindy. I have to fuck her cause you won’t fuck me.” Each thrust of his hips went through Kim into Cindy causing her to bounce with them.

“Don’t let her fool you, Jason. I can feel how hot and wet her pussy is from this.”

“It is not!” Cindy denied it but her face reddened.

“Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me like you have wanted to fuck little Cindy all these months!” She writhed beneath him. “Oh god, I’m about to come!” Jason began to pump into her harder. “Yes! Yes!” Kim came in a gush of warmth that ran between her legs, over Jason’s cock, and onto the couch. “Oh fuck that was good.” She pushed Jason off her.

“Wait! I’m almost there. I want to come in your pussy.”

“As hott as that’d be I have somewhere else for you to cum.” She stood up and pulled Cindy with her. “Knees bitch!” She then pulled Jason to his feet. She pointed his cock towards Cindy’s face. Kim moved around behind Jason and taking his cock in her hand began to jack him.

“I already came in her mouth Kim.” Jason sounded sad that he’d be repeating.

“I know stud.” Kim laughed. “I want it on her face this time.” To Cindy. “Stick out your tongue skank! And you stud, grab her head and keep her in place.” She then began to make out with Jason lustily.

“Oh god. Here it comes!” Jason began to shoot rope after rope of cum over Cindy’s pretty face. Most landed in her hair or across her eyes and forehead. Some did manage to land on her tongue. When Jason was spent Kim wiped his cock head off on Cindy’s tongue. She then knelt next to Jason and pulled Cindy into an unexpected kiss. “Mmm, you taste good stud.”

As she spoke the front door opened again. It was Cindy’s father.

“What the-,” He said in shock.

“Hi, honey!” Kim said as if nothing was wrong with him finding his wife and daughter, who was tied up by a belt, naked and on their knees before a young man. “By the way, I want a divorce.”

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Chapter 2
Aunt Nicole

It took me a while before I was convinced that Karen meant what she’d said. I kept my word about not spreading the word about what had happened. And I leaned on Matt and Andy, and as far as I could tell, they zipped their lips too.

But almost every night I lay in bed and pictured Karen’s mouth around my sizzling hard-on, and I found myself jerking off.

After the baseball season ended my masturbation was no longer confined to bedtime, but during daylight hours in the bathroom, causing other family members, my mother and even my two-year-old sister, to pound on the door demanding that I finish and let them relieve their bladders.

When not in the bathroom, I used my bedroom and the stall in the boy’s room at school; and of course, I returned to that spot in the woods, hoping that Karen would show up, and when she didn’t, I whipped it out and unabashedly masturbated under the leafy elm trees.

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As I entered the fourth month of my eighteenth year, I found myself whacking off seven or eight times a day; at first, with the one face in mind. But as time passed other faces found their way into my sordid imagination as I jerked off.

During this period only school, dance class, and baseball, in that order sufficed to divert my mind and dick from sex. In school I had to concentrate… well, pay attention to some extent in order to attain a passing grade. I was terrified of flunking and having to spend another year in high school.

Karen’s disinterest helped as much as it hindered, or so it seems today. But Irene Philipuk’s swan-like neck gave me a boner on a daily basis. And on dropping my pencil, I was rewarded with a fleeting glimpse up Barbara Becker’s skirt where her pussy lips were fully exposed to my view. That was my record setting day; I found that I had jerked off twelve times in one day.

It wasn’t long, of course, until my mother took note of the sticky sheets and other seminal residue I left like spoor tracks wherever I dallied; and God knows why, but she consulted her sister about the matter. I can only guess that she was unable to bring herself to talk to me about it, and since my father had been killed overseas, that eliminated the “man” of the house.

My Aunt Nicole was three years older than my mother, and twice married … and divorced. My guess is my mother felt that Nicole knew more about men than she did; and so I was shipped off to spend a week at my aunt’s.

I was utterly distraught over being “shipped off” as it were, but this would undoubtedly prove to be the most exhilarating learning experience of my life.

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Looking back at my mother and her slightly older sister, it was hard to imagine that they were actually related. My aunt, recently divorced from her second, work-addicted husband, was exceptionally youthful, in both looks and actions. In fact she was only thirty-three years old, an eternity to a, eighteen year old, but actually it was a perfect age difference for what was about to occur.

I had had no idea whatsoever just how nasty the divorce had been. Years later Aunt Nicole confided in me, and I learned that her ex had screwed twenty-two different women in their home; half of them with her present. But she was incapable of taking any action for he had secured her wrists to the bedposts with handcuffs, and forced her to watch, hoping that she would be aroused enough to join in to the sex taking place on her own bed.

Aunt Nicole was undergoing analysis for this treatment but, again, I knew nothing of it. What her shrink had advised her to do, among other things, was to have a relationship with someone that she was certain would not be a dominating partner. And, strangely enough, that’s where I came into the picture.

My aunt and I had always been friendly, in an aunt/nephew sort of way. I mean, think of the fifteen year age difference, and I’m sure you’ll agree that’s all it could have been. But I had no inkling at the time of the reasons behind her divorce. That, of course, changed a lot of things.

Shortly after my arrival at Aunt Nicole’s in Cincinnati — about 150 miles from home — I found I couldn’t take my eyes off the slope of her breasts in the white sweater she wore, or the swing of her hips as they coiled and uncoiled with the climbing rhythm of her long, sleek legs as she led me into her home. Of course I had a roaring hardon; I think anyone in my position would have had one.

Later that afternoon, Aunt Nicole prepared a picnic lunch and hustled me off to a nearby lake. On arriving, I ran into the cold water, pretended it was fine, and stayed in.

We had the place to ourselves, and some minutes later, to my surprise, Aunt Nicole removed the top of her two-piece bathing suit, pushing it down over her full, pointy breasts and left it draped over her waist.

“Aren’t you cold, Aubrey?” I recall her asking a few minutes later.

“No,” I called out, but seeing her nipples Pendik Escort exposed from a distance made me want to come out of the water for a better view, and after a minute or so, I did just that, trotting through the hot sand to stand over her, trying to cover my unmistakable erection. (I had not had an opportunity to jerk off that day, and the urge to do so could not have been stronger than the moment I was standing over her, staring at her twin peaks.)

Aunt Nicole was looking at me too, although I was too engrossed in her tits to notice. Her next words jarred me back to reality.

“Aubrey, do you know the reason you’re here, visiting me?”

“Um, no, not exactly; is it because you need some company after the … err, divorce?”

“Aubrey, I’m going to be blunt with you. I won’t lie to you, about anything. If you ask me a question, I’ll do my utmost to give you an honest answer. I expect the same from you, is that understood?”

“Yes, Aunt Nicole.”

“Good. Now the reason you’re here with me instead of home with your mother and sister is that….” she paused having realized that I was staring incomprehensively at her breasts.

“Do you like them?” she asked, wanting to get my attention back on track, but understanding that she was the cause of my inattentiveness.

“Err, yes, yes, I do, Aunt Nicole.”

“That’s nice to hear. You may keep looking at them, but I want you to listen to me and what I have to say to you.”

“Yes, Aunt Nicole.”

“Why are you here with me, Aubrey?”

“I don’t know, really,” I said, still intent on looking at the first pair of tits I’d ever seen outside of a magazine. Karen’s came to mind, of course, but she had yet to develop, and hers were no bigger than my own and therefore not a matter of curiosity.

“You have been playing with your ‘Willy,’ Aubrey. Not that playing with one’s ‘Willy’ is all that bad, but you have been playing with it incessantly.”

“Who told you?” I asked, not having the foggiest idea that anyone was aware of my masturbating proclivities.

“Your mother told me. She despairs for you, Aubrey. I tried to reason with her over the phone. I told her that all boys do it. For that matter, so do almost all girls as well, your mother being an exception to the norm. And that’s why she cannot understand why you do it.”

“Oh,” I said, and must have turned crimson with embarrassment, for Aunt Nicole was quick to follow up with: “What I can’t fathom, and please understand, I’m not even close to being well versed on the subject, but how could you manage to do it so often? I mean, I’m told you were doing it seven or eight times a day. And that’s at home. God knows what you did at school or elsewhere during your free time.”

“That’s all it was,” I admitted lamely.

“Every day?”

“Mostly, yes,” I said and began to fidget, for the subject had caused my cock to swell, and in the swimming trucks it was most evident.

“And I see you’re feeling like doing it right now,” she continued, as she looked at my cock that stuck out as proudly. “But you’ve got to try to control yourself to some degree.”

“Um, yes, I understand.”

And that was that, for the moment. But that evening, after dinner, I was in the guest bedroom looking for a missing sock, when I came across a magazine under the middle of the bed. It was a Penthouse! And it was the latest edition. I had yet to see one, but knew the name all right. I had scavenged several dog-eared copies of Playboy, and heard rumors of an even raunchier magazine called Hustler. But to find a Penthouse here was like finding buried treasure in my backyard.

How did it get there? I wondered, but not too long, it had to have been Aunt Nicole, but why?

My eighteen year old brain reasoned the answer out quickly enough. She wanted me to have it. But why? I asked myself that question several times as I thumbed the pages, stopping to examine and marvel at the loveliest of women… all bare breasted, and more.

I came to a hairy pussy and could not contain myself. Whipping out my penis, I masturbated frenziedly until I shot a load halfway across the room, hitting the wall. I had never thought in terms of distance before, and holding my spent dick in my right hand I was measuring the length of my ‘shot,’ when the door flew open and Aunt Nicole burst into the room.

“Oh, my God!” she gasped, taking in the scene before her.

I tried desperately to cover my diminishing erection with my hands. She had both her hands covering her mouth in shock, and then dropped them to her chest. She began to smile, and her hazel eyes got big and round, as she stared at the dick I held in my hand.

“I didn’t mean to… well, interrupt you,” she said, and then began laughing. “Let me see that,” she said, reaching for the Penthouse.

She never told me to put my dick away; instead she sat herself down on the bed, and began looking at the women exposed within the pages.

“Wherever did you get this … this piece of trash?”

“I Anadolu Yakası Escort think you know where I got it, Aunt Nicole,” I said before I could stop myself.

“What?”

“It’s your house. I certainly didn’t bring it with me. Don’t try to say I did. So either you or someone you know put it there for me to find. And I’m pretty sure you knew what the end result would be.”

“Why, aren’t you the cocky young man!” she said, and I noted a flush starting in her neck and spreading upward.

I dropped my hands to my sides. My dick was reviving, and I cursed myself for it, but the flush was a subliminal message, although I didn’t know it at the time.

“Tell me; tell me true, Aubrey, how many times today?”

“That was the first time.”

“But what were you doing when I came into the room?”

“Between the pictures in the magazine and seeing you topless at the lake, I really had no choice,” I said, readily confessing.

“But you had obviously finished…” she began, but remembered approximately where I had been when she burst into the room, and where I must have been while jerking off. She turned and saw the slug-like trail my sperm had left as it trekked down the wall next to the bed.

“Seven or eight times a day,” Aunt Nicole said wondrously, as if imagining it happening before her eyes.

“I want to watch you masturbate, to play with yourself,” she said calmly.

“Come here,” she said, and reached for me with her hand turned upwards. “Come and lay down here with me. You can do it lying down, can’t you?”

“Yes,” I said stiffly.

“Or you can sit, whatever is most comfortable for you.”

I lay down and worked my cock vigorously, my eyes on hers. It was an enormous turn on having her watching me, and so to impress her I kept up a fast, rapid rhythm, not slowing down and teasing myself as I was wont to do most times.

Every few seconds Aunt Nicole would lick her lips, and I would imagine my cock being licked and caressed by that tongue. Finally I had a great, shivering discharge that landed mostly on my stomach and hand.

Aunt Nicole hugged me tightly, and her hand caressed my back, and after a while her hand wormed down between us and closed around my still stiffened cock. She gave it a squeeze and the last remnants of my sperm oozed from the tip.

“That was magnificent,” she said soothingly, as I moved a little restlessly, overly embarrassed at the situation.

“May I try?” she whispered, as she began to masturbate my cock, which had not lost the least bit of stiffness. On the contrary, it seemed to grow even harder.

“So it is true then what they say about you young boys,” she whispered, more to herself than to me.

I took it for a rhetorical question and didn’t bother answering.

“My God, look at it getting bigger!”

It wasn’t, not by my own assessment, but Aunt Nicole had started off seeing it after the fact, as it were. In the meantime, my ejaculate remained in place, with neither of us bothering to clean it up.

“Can I see you again?” I asked hopefully.

“What?” she asked, not having heard my question, being engrossed with my ‘Willy.’

“Oh,” she said, the light having dawned. “My breasts, you want to see them?”

“Yes, please.”

“Don’t go comparing them to the women in the magazine,” she said rebuking me unnecessarily.

“I… I…” I stuttered, but she was already undoing her blouse.

After tossing the blouse to one side, Aunt Nicole said, “I might as well show you how to unhook a bra. I’m sure it will come in handy in the days ahead.”

Somehow… I don’t know how, I followed her instructions; she even had me practice a time or two, and then she tossed the bra aside with a flourish, and said, “We’ll take things slowly,” and then having glanced at my jerking dick, added, “for as long as we can.”

My eyes were riveted to her breasts, and I found myself licking my lips, much as Aunt Nicole had hers earlier.

Ignoring my bulging eyeballs, Aunt Nicole said, “I think it’s best if I teach you how to make a woman hot, and how to satisfy her. Let’s start with the breasts. Tits, knockers, boobs — God, there are a slew of words for them.” She laughed and said, “There’s even more for your ‘Willy.’ I bet you already know most of them.”

I didn’t challenge the statement, but filed it away for future investigation, as I only knew of a couple: Cock, dick, prick, and of course, penis.

“To start with,” my aunt said, “use words. That’s right, words. Imagine that you’re on a date, nothing’s happened as yet, but you have a certain feeling that she likes you. Compliment her. Her choice of attire would be appropriate for starters. Girls love compliments. I know I do, so don’t forget to compliment me from time to time.

“Find some personal attribute that you can honestly say you like and mention it. Like, oh, say, her hair. You admire the color, or the way its set, or even her figure. In this area, keep the comment simple, say, İstanbul Escort ‘Gee Jenny, you have a terrific figure, way nicer than most of the other girls’.”

“I think I understand,” I told her.

“I sincerely doubt it. You are a male, and in a woman’s world, you are considered a lout, a pig, or even a disgusting baboon.”

“But women can’t seem to do without men, can they?”

“Some manage,” Aunt Nicole said, “but on the whole, I expect you are right about that.”

“Anyway let’s assume this is a first date. It’s customary to wait until the end of the evening, and then when she says, ‘Thank you for a very nice evening, Aubrey, ‘ you look to see if her lips pucker up, or if she closes her eyes. If she does, then it is permissible to kiss her chastely on the lips. Once and once only, unless she… well, if she wants another, you’ll know it.”

She paused in her love lesson, looked longingly at my erection, and said, “Feel my breasts. Can you feel how hard my nipples are? Like tiny hardons, aren’t they?”

I felt of them, luxuriating in their velvety softness.

“That’s soooo nice, Aubrey. See? Look how the areola wrinkle when you touch them.”

Of course she traced a bright red fingernail over that part to further enlighten me.

After I followed, running my index finger lightly over the pebbled surface, she moaned, and cried out in a whisper, “Suck on them, suck on them, but very lightly.”

I sucked a stiff nipple into my mouth, and found that it tasted both sweet and sour. The sweet was the more overpowering of the two. Later I figured out that the sour was her sweat. Well, women will tell you that they don’t sweat. I won’t argue the point. But they do perspire. At any rate, the nipple got even stiffer in my mouth, and a ragged sigh escaped my aunt’s throat.

“Bite it. Now … Bite it!”

I did so, and she managed a shrill cry of delight, before I bit down a little too hard.

“Ouch! Not too hard,” she said in a throaty voice.

I let my teeth gnaw lightly on the brown nipple, and I heard her draw her breath in sharply between clenched jaws. But I knew she liked what I was doing, as she pressed the whole of her soft breast against my mouth.

An eternity later, I heard her whispering to me. “Now, Aubrey, kiss your way down my body.”

Instinctively knowing an opportune moment when it turned up, I said, “Please don’t call me Aubrey. I detest the name.”

“What shall I call you then?”

“Anything but that,” I said.

“All right,” she said, and sighed. “Handsome, will you please kiss your way down the rest of my body?”

“Handsome?” I croaked.

“Yes, it fits you to a ‘T.’

Nodding my agreement, I began to kiss her body. Aunt Nicole let her hands steer my kisses down towards the awaiting shimmering mirage of her sex. Willingly, I let myself be guided from one soft curve to another, from one sexy hill to the other. Until I licked her deep navel, at which point she told me to stop, for just a moment.

“Am I doing it right?” I asked.

“You’re doing splendidly. I just need to slow down a bit. I’m not used to a caring lover.”

I nearly fainted. Aunt Nicole, a grown woman, had called me a lover! It took me several minutes to digest this salient fact.

By then she was more than ready for me to continue, and she whispered into my ear, “Suck my titties again, get the nipples hard,” she said in a half croak-half whisper. I was happy to follow her instructions, and began to nibble on her nipples, and she moaned with pleasure.

I was delirious in my sexual fugue, and responded to all of her commands, never even thinking of them in that context. Her hands enveloped my head, “Kiss me there,” she whispered huskily, pointing my lips toward her mid section. And when my tongue lolled about in her navel, she moaned, and then told me to return to her nipples. I was delighted to do so, and began to take great pride in the way in which her nipples grew under my sucking mouth.

“That’s wonderful, my love. Now let’s do something different, shall we? Move down a little,” she said instructing me, “kiss my inner thighs, but not my cunny, can you do that for me?”

I certainly could. Karen was almost a distant memory, but her pussy wasn’t. I had eaten her and enjoyed it. But Aunt Nicole didn’t know that, and I decided there was no reason to tell her at this point.

Aunt Nicole gasped when she felt my tongue enter her belly button once more on the way down. She giggled, and said, “You’re a remarkable student, Handsome.”

I kept going lower, and on reaching the bottom of the bed, began massaging her right foot.

“Oh,” she gasped, totally surprised at my inventiveness.

She began to moan with satisfaction the moment I kissed her ankle, and moved up her calves which were smooth and probably freshly shaven. I reached for her left foot and repeated everything again.

“You’ve a devil in you, my handsome man,” she groaned happily. “What else do you have in store for little old me?” And she laughed delightedly as I kissed the area behind her knee.

“You’re so naughty,” she exclaimed, “Have you done this before?”

“Mmmm, no, Auntie, I haven’t.” I lied.

“Oh… I can’t wait to tell…” but Aunt Nicole caught herself and didn’t finish the sentence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Antonio Kartal Escort continued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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