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Tales of a Cock Slave #32

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Cruising Scruff, I saw a really hot geeky young dark haired 22 year-old guy with Pro who was Polish and lived in Belville. His profile said he was 5′ 6″, 135 with a 10″ uncut cock and big balls full of hot Polish semen.

I unlocked and he unlocked, and his pictures were amazing including one I have in my private album of his flaccid cock with his foreskin over his cockhead hanging out of his underwear when he’s lifting his leg. I message, “Hot cock! Would love to help you out with all that Polish semen!”

He messaged that he’s been looking for a guy who can swallow his big cock and take it up their ass. He asked me if I could host. I said no, can you? He said he lived with his mother and she worked during the day, so it might be possible, and he’d let me know when. He said his name was Michael (Michal in Polish).

That same week a really hot blond Polish kid messaged me, asking if I could host him. He was also 5′ 6″ with a 10″ uncut cock and said his name was Peter (Piotr in Polish). He lived with his parents in Clifton and couldn’t host but could travel.

A few weeks later, Michael messaged me that his mom would be at work that afternoon and I could come over at 2:00. He gave me the address. He told me if I said I was going to come I really need to come because he really, really needed his cock sucked and his balls drained.

I asked if I could invite another guy and sent him Peter’s profile name. He said yes, that he’d tried to hook up with him several times.

I drove to Michael’s house and he answered the door (naked) and took me by the hand into the living room where Peter was sitting on the couch naked stroking his big cock with a huge smile on his beautiful face.

They were amazing, almost opposites in looks but exactly similar in their slender, muscular bodies, little patch of chest hair, bushy pits and pubes and huge, thick cocks and tight little bubble butts.

I got on my knees and sucked off Michael first, him holding my head and bobbing it up and down on his cock, then as his cock throbbed wildly, yelped and shot down my throat. He pulled my face off his cock and pushed it over to Peter who did the same thing.

Then, Michael commanded, “We are going to fuck you up the ass and down your throat. I will get on the floor and you’ll put a condom on me with your mouth, then I’ll lube my cock and your tight ass.”

“You’ll straddle my crotch, then sit all the way down on it and I will pump my hips up and down shoving my cock in and out of your tight ass while Peter fucks your throat holding the back of your head and your throat.

It was amazing, all three of us groaning (mine making Peter go wild and start really fucking my throat hard), then their cocks throbbed in my throat and in my ass as they came at the same time, yelling out loudly. Michael told me to get on my knees with my head bent back and mouth open.

He poured the semen from his condom in my mouth, then he and Peter throat fucked it down and, and based on how wildly their cocks throbbed in my throat, added huge new loads.

Then, Peter got on the floor and fucked my ass while Michael fucked my throat. Then Peter fed me his semen from the condom and they both throat fucked it down adding 2 more big loads to all the semen in my belly. Then, Michael bent over and I fucked his ass while he got throat fucked by Peter.

Michael pulled off Peter, to Peter’s annoyance, and asked, “Smack my hot ass while you fuck it!” I smacked both his ass cheeks and I could feel him tighten his asshole around my cock, massaging it.

Peter was not happy about him getting off his cock, so he shoved it back down and held the back of his head and thrust his hips aggressively pulling his cock out so his cock head was on Michael’s tongue, then shoving it all the way in so Michael’s nose was in his dark, bushy pubes until he shot, yelling out, “Take my hot semen down your tight boy throat, Michael!”.

Then they switched. I fed Michael and Pete the semen from my condoms, then told Michael to fuck it down Peter’s throat and Peter to fuck it down Michael’s throat.

Michael said he’d dreamed of having his ass and throat dominated and he’d never been with anyone as hot as me and Peter. I told him they were clearly the hottest two guys I’ve ever been with at once. Peter agreed and suggested that he and Michael not cum for a week before out next “date.”

On our next date, Michael invited his older cousins, Andrew and Karl, hot 6′ Polish redheaded twins who looked like the actor Louis Hoffman who played Lucas on “Dark,” with the same long red hair, except they were prettier, had better bodies and had perfect teeth and thick 10″ uncut cocks. Michael said, “They have huge cocks, hope you can handle them.”

I answered, “I’ve had bigger cocks down my throat and up my ass. I look forward to having all 20 inches balıkesir escort of their cocks fucking my throat and ass at once!” Andrew said, “Our loads are as big as our cocks, think you can handle them?” I answered, “Only one way to find out. Andrew, throat fuck me as Karl ass fucks me!” I knelt on the floor.

Karl put lube on my ass and fingered me then fucked me from behind holding my hips and pumping my ass while Karl held the back of my head and under my chin and aggressively throat fucked me. They fucked me from both ends so hard I worried I’d lose 4 inches in height.

Karl began to groan, and his huge cock pulsated a huge load of semen into the condom up my ass just as Andrew groaned while his fat cock pulsated a huge load of semen down my throat.

Andrew pulled out and told me to get on my knees, bend my head back and open my cocksucker mouth wide. Karl poured all the semen from his condom down my throat, rubbed my throat, then he and Andrew fucked it down into my belly, and again after their cocks wildly pulsated, shot two more huge loads of semen down into my belly.

Karl said, “Andrew, this is the hottest throat I’ve ever fucked!”

Andrew agreed, “Yes, I’m looking forward to fucking his ass!”

Peter cried, “Hey, hey, me next!” It was amazing to watch them pound that pretty little blond, bubble-butted Polish boy from both ends with their fat 10″ cocks as he whimpered and moaned as he submitted to their huge cocks, and they shouted out as they shot down his throat and into the condom up his ass as Peter lowered his head and shaking it just groaned.

They, too, made him swallow all the condom semen and throat fucked that down adding to more big loads as his pretty blue eyes watered. I could see Michael looking on jealously. (I was sure if Andrew and Karl told him they were going to fuck his ass and his throat, that he’d do it.)

We got together alone twice more and with Karl and Andrew three more times. Once, Michael told me that he was in love with Peter and was pretty sure he was in love with him, that they’d started dating and might move in together when Peter finished college at the local university.

They did move into an apartment together and hosted me several times. It was great to see them so in love. I can only imagine them looking lovingly into each other’s eyes as they spit roasted me. Michael decided to go to college on the West Coast and they moved out there and I never saw Michael or Peter again.

One night, two years later, at the local movie theater, two guys sat down, one on either side of me. I noticed it was Andrew and Karl.

Andrew whispered in my ear, “Hey, hot cock slave, long time, no see!” Karl whispered, “We haven’t shot our loads in a week. Do you live near here?” “Yes, three blocks away.”

Andrew said, “Great. Guess we know what we’re doing after the movie tonight!” A couple time during the movie, I rubbed both their cocks through their pants and when they hardened down their thigh, I rubbed them.

They had to suppress their groans. Andrew whispered in my ear, “Cock slave, keep that up and we’ll have to take you into the bathroom and spit roast you hard in a stall!”

I whispered back, “No, wait until we get to my apartment as the bedroom was designed for me getting spit roasted all night by huge, aggressive Polish cock!”

After the movie, we walked back to my apartment. They complimented my apartment, gave themselves high-5’s, and agreed that the bedroom was perfect for hot, hard 2-on-1, male-on-male sex and that by the end of the night, my ass and throat would be loosened up and my belly would be full of hot, Polish semen.

They took each other’s clothes off, then Andrew took mine off and Karl picked me up and threw me on my bed, turned me over and fucked my throat and throbbed his big load of Polish semen down into my belly.

Then Andrew fucked my throat and throbbed his big load of Polish semen down into my belly.

Then Karl turned me around, lubed and fingered my ass and shoved his condomed cock all the way in and pounded my ass hard until I started moaning and he started groaning and I could feel his cock throb wildly up my ass as he filled the condom with his hot Polish semen.

Then Karl did the same thing, twice as hard, looking into my eyes and saying, “Do you know how lucky you are to have our 10″ uncut Polish cocks up your ass and down your throat?”

“Yes, I am very aware of how lucky I am. I hope you’re satisfied with my throat and ass so we can do this more often!”

Then, Karl turned me around, pushed my head back and opened my mouth with his thumbs and poured the semen from his condom down my throat and fucked it down to my belly and groaning loudly, throbbing another huge load to add to it.

Then Andrew did the same thing, bartın escort but harder, of course (brotherly competition!). Then Andrew laid on my bed and I sat on his cock while Karl fucked my throat. After they came, Andrew fed me the semen from his condom, and they switched places with me sitting on Karl’s cock and Andrew fucking my throat.

Karl fed me the semen from his condom and they both throat fucked me until each of their cocks throbbed huge loads down into my belly. Then Karl sat on the trunk with his cock down my throat and Andrew fucked my ass holding my hips and lifting me off the floor, so I was pushed all the way down on Karl’s cock.

They grunted, then their cocks throbbed at the same time as they shot down my throat and up my ass in the condom.

Then, they switched. After they came again, they fed me the semen from their condoms and throat fucked it and more big loads down into my belly. Karl asked about the first cock I sucked. “My amazingly hot 6′ hot Irish RA, thick 9” uncut cock, the captain of the swim team, who taught me to suck cock so I could suck the guys who attended his beer, pot and porn parties in his room.

He was also the first guy to fuck my ass so the guys at his parties could spit roast me! His parties were amazing with twenty guys from our floor, his swim team and what turned out to be his boyfriend, Luis, a hot 10″ uncut Brazilian.”

“But, my main guy during college was a hot bright blue eyed, redheaded man, Luther, a 6′ 4″ stud with a thick, uncut 9″. He was a true mama’s boy, very gentle with me. Our Freshman year, we were biology lab partners and I’d suck him off in the bathroom at the lab. Sophomore year, we were lab partners in Chemistry.”

“I lived in a house off campus and he was a member of the Xxxx Xxxx fraternity, with a private room. I spent many hours in his room with him lovingly fucking my throat and ass. He hooked me up with some of the hotter brothers, but always was there to make sure they were respectful. I was inducted into the fraternity as an honorary brother for “all my good work with the brothers.”

Andrew said, “I’m picturing that in my mind and I’m getting very horny again.” Next thing I knew I was sitting on his cock on my bed with his big hands on my hips bobbing me up and down groaning loudly while Karl aggressively fucked my throat grunted louder.

Then, they switched. Then, with my head back on the bed, they pour condom semen in my mouth, the 2 hot Polish studs fucked it down into my belly and throbbing out 2 more huge loads to chase it.

They stayed the night in my bed, spooning, (we slept like babies). I was in between Karl and Andrew who slept on their sides while I slept on my back. In the middle of the night I woke up to find both their cocks hard. I jerked one off and caught his semen in my hand and swallowed it, then the other.

I told them in the morning and Karl said, “Hey, no fair! We’re supposed to shoot our Polish semen up your ass and down your throat. Guess we have to make up for that now!” They did the old, “One on laying on the bed with his cock up my ass while the other stood and fucked my throat.”

After we finished our morning sex fest, we showered together, me sucking both their cocks, dressed went to a local restaurant for brunch (they’d parked nearby). On the way, I asked them, “What do you hot studs do for a living?” Karl replied, “We’re fire fighters with the Nutley Fire Department. Good union men. Why?” “Just curious. I’m not surprised as you are clearly very good with long hoses!”

“I know two pairs of hot, hung, blond Polish twins who are Police Officers.”

Andrew said, “Oh, the married Kowalski and Kaminski twins?”

“Yes.”

“Have they been over to your apartment?”

“Yes, and they did what you just did to me but harder!”

“Did you like them more than us?”

“No, I really prefer redheads and really only need two Polish studs with 10″ uncut cocks as I only have one throat and one ass!” I answered as I squeezed their asses.

They laughed. Karl said, “A very hot throat and ass indeed that we are definitely going to use again, many times!” Karl asked, “And, our dear cock slave, what do you do for a living?”

I answered, “I am a Management Consultant for a large technology consulting firm. I usually work at the client’s site from Monday to Thursday.

Andrew asked, “What cities have you worked in?” I said, ” Sao Paolo, Chicago, Atlanta, San Francisco, Toronto and New York.”

Karl asked, “Which cities provided you with the biggest uncut cocks down your hot throat and up your tight ass?”

I answered, “Toronto, Atlanta, Chicago and Sao Paolo.”

Andrew asked, “What is the biggest cock you’ve ever had up your ass and/or down your throat?”

“12 uncut inches. A hot Sudanese man batman escort I met in London. He took me to his hotel room and fucked my ass, fed me the semen from his condom, then fucked that down my throat in front a mirror so I would watch his huge black python go all the way in and out of my throat. He visited New York with his twin brother and the spit roasted me. That’s 24 inches of black, uncut cock pounding both ends of me.”

Karl said, “I would have loved, LOVE to watch that guy fuck your ass and throat!”

Andrew asked, “What was the hottest cock you sucked, other than ours, of course (with a big, hot, toothy Polish grin on his face and squeezing his cock which was hard down his thigh)?”

“A hot guy who lived in Hell’s Kitchen, NYC. When we got up to his apartment, he told me, “I am going to sit on the edge of the bed and hold your head while you suck and stroke my cock, skin back my foreskin, lick the precum off my cock head.”

“Then I’ll push your face all the way down on my cock, hold it there and pump your throat up and down, massaging my thick cock with your tight throat and then shoot my hot semen into your belly. Believe me, you’ll know when I’m about to feed you my huge load because my cock will pulsate in your tight throat.”

I sucked him two times and he shot big as his cock pulsated wildly in my throat. I have videos that I can show you when we get to Raymond’s.”

I showed them the videos and they looked at each other and Karl said, “Andrew, we are so lucky to have such a gifted, hungry cock sucker and ass slave!” We ate huge lunches given all the “exercise” we had the night before and that morning.

Karl commented, “You have a big appetite for someone who just swallowed so much hot Polish semen!”

I answered, “Well, you both gave me a good workout, but a man can’t live by semen alone!” They both smiled big toothy Polish smiles and slapped me on my shoulders. We exchanged numbers and we hooked up at my apartment several times for truly hot sessions, each time trying something new every time.

A month after that lunch, Andrew texted me that they needed my throat and ass, had 5-day loads and had an 11″ uncut Irish buddy who was similarly needy.

They came over with a truly hot black haired, piercing blue eyed Irish stud with a body like theirs, but with more chest hair, a beautiful, 11-inch uncut cock, nice balls and tight bubble butt named Liam. He, Andrew and Karl took turns fucking my throat and ass aggressively almost as if they were competing.

He was just as hot and aggressive as Liam O’Sullivan. I asked Liam, “What is your last name?”

Liam answered, “Kelly.”

I asked, “As in the New York Kelly’s?

“Yes, why?”

“Do you know Michael Kelly, who worked on Wall Street?”

“Yes, he’s my cousin, why?”

I answered, “I probably sucked his cock 40 times.”

Liam answered, “Hmmm. I know him very well. He’s very ‘particular.’ I can see now why he let you service his big cock! Like most hot, short men, he was very driven and, I imagine, aggressive.”

I asked, “Yes, he was very aggressive, but very caring and gentle in a way. For Christmas, he let his cousins and brothers fuck my throat, but only if they did it the way I like. Do you know Patrick and Liam O’Sullivan?”

He asked, “The hot redhead twins from Hell’s Kitchen? Yes, and I know their husbands, Piotr and Duke. Why?”

“I was also their cock sucker and ass slave — Patrick, Liam, Piotr and Duke. I actually introduced Piotr and Liam.”

“Did you know that the Kelly family married into the O’Sullivan family?”

“Yes, I sucked off and got fucked by Patrick, Liam and 4 of those hot cousins, too, all 10 uncut inches!”

Liam asked, “Ah! So, you’re the famous cock slave Mike? Everything I’ve heard about you has been validated tonight! When was the last time you saw Patrick, Duke, Piotr and Liam?”

I answered, “About 20 years ago after they were married, and I spent the entire night giving them their wedding presents, if you know what I mean (wink, wink)!”

Liam, rolling his beautiful blue eyes and raising one of his dark eyebrows said, “Guess it’s a small world among hot, hung uncut Irish, Brazilian and Polish men and their cock sucker and ass slave!”

Before they left, Karl asked if I had gotten enough semen down my throat.

I answered, “No, can never have too much!” Karl pushed me to my knees, and they all opened their pants and flies. They pulled out their cocks, stroked them hard and throat fucked me hard by the door to my apartment and came on my face.

Liam wiped all their hot semen into my mouth and looking down at me with his laser-like blue eyes, fucked it down my throat, grunting loudly as he throbbed out another hot load to chase it.

They all three kissed me, with Karl French kissing me, then getting on his knees and sucking my cock. He kissed me again and spit my semen in my mouth and said, with a big, beautiful smile on his handsome Polish face, “Now, is that enough semen for you, our beloved cock sucker ass slave? If not, I’m sure we’ll see you soon.” We all get together once a week.

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The Blue Dress Pt. 01

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‘I know you’ll be landing soon. I won’t be there. Find a Tapp Car and take it to 987 Hastings. When you get there, text me.’

What the hell? He promised he’d meet me. Typical he’d switch up the plans. Jackass, I thought. I knew this would fucking happen. I debated my next move; should I just get a hotel and spend a weekend in Vancouver and do fun things?

Carry on to the Island and meet up with my friends out there?

‘I know you’re thinking of bailing on me; I won’t force you to stay.’

Not an ‘I’d like you to stay.’ Games. I always felt like he was playing games with me. I took a deep breath and collected my small suitcase from the carousel. I pulled it behind me and thought what a waste; I’d packed along all the things he’d asked (and a few more) and even added a few things I thought he might like to see me in.

I thought as I walked; how much would I take of this? Two redirects, I decided; and this was one. As the Tapp Car drove off, I looked at my phone as it buzzed.

‘Good girl.’

What the hell? I looked out the back window and saw a man standing on the curb waving at the cab. My phone buzzed again.

‘I’m glad you played along. I wasn’t sure you would.’

It buzzed again…

‘I’ll meet you at the next destination. Be careful, its kind of a rough area. I won’t be too far behind the cab.’

I dropped the phone on the seat beside me. He better be worth it, I thought to myself.

***

I got out of the car and stood in front of what could only be described as a dank hole in the wall coffee shop? The ride here was 45 minutes, cost me $60 and I couldn’t even consider going inside to get a coffee and have a pee.

“Hey, gotta any spare change?” a man in a long coat with an overgrown beard asked me.

I smiled and was about to dig in my pocket for a loonie when I saw the sign on the door of the coffee shop ‘If you’re asked for money, bring them inside and buy a coffee. Please don’t give money; it helps no one.’.

“Would you like to go in and get a coffee?” I asked, noticing he smelled terrible.

“Fuck off, cunt.” He flipped me the middle finger and stalked off.

“Hey baby, $20 to suck my cock?” a voice spoke from behind me. I spun around ready to slap whomever it was and met the man I’d come to see.

“Jesus, Duncan. Don’t do that!” I drew my breath in sharply, giving him a look.

He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back and pulled me close to him, “I do what I like, slut. Understood? I brought you here to please me and seeing you squirm and jump pleases me.” His lip twitched, our mouths only inches apart.

“Come, my car’s not far.” He released my arm and stalked off ahead of me, leaving me to wheel my suitcase and manage my carry-on. He glanced over his shoulder, “You’re really quite inept, aren’t you?” he smiled, walked back and took both pieces from me, leaving me with my wallet. “Keep up, bitch.” He called cheerfully over his shoulder, “I’ve got plans for you and you’re already late.”

He opened my door and waited for me to get in before closing it. He placed my things in the trunk and got in the car.

“You’re very pretty, Lara. I’m very glad to meet you.” He looked at me, “I am glad you came to see me.” He grinned as he leaned toward me, “my name is actually James.” He sat back and started the car.

As we drove, he pointed out the odd site and was sure to tell me who he did what too and where. I smiled, unimpressed with his bravado but amused with his ability to speak of his conquests with such ease.

His home was nice; not huge but the outside was tidy and the yard was beautiful. The front lawns were well manicured. I looked at his hands; he was well kept. His fingers were slender and just the right length. His nails short ardahan escort and shaped and his skin looked smooth. I reached out my hand and touched the back of his right hand as he shifted down as we pulled into the driveway.

He looked at me sideways, “Can I help you?”

I withdrew my hand and folded them in my lap and smiled at him.

He pulled into his garage and he turned the car off and locked the doors.

“Now, Lara, I’ve brought you here to be a play thing. I realized we only have a few days and I’d like to show you so very much but remember, good things come to good girls who are patient. Now… You’ve spoken often about your talents, perhaps, while we are in my car, I should take you for a test drive.” He cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. He looked down at his lap and tilted the steering wheel up. “Show me.”

I’d known from our online chats, he wanted to see me. He also knew how I disliked being naked but I obediently pulled my shirt off and unclasped my bra. I place my hands behind my head.

“Oh, very good girl, Lara. Very good.” He reached over and took me by the hair with his right hand. He pulled my face close to his. He touched my cheek with his left and let his thumb wander across my lip. I closed my eyes, appreciating the moment.

Slap!

He slapped me. My eyes and I yelped slightly, taken off guard. He pulled my mouth to his and he kissed me.

I pulled back. “Woah, soldier.” I smiled, “no kissing, remember?”

“Uh uh, I make the rules.” He pulled me in.

I pushed against him, “No. James. I said no kissing.”

He let go of me. “Get out, get your bags and go in the house.”

“But..” I started. Fuck. I knew that was going to be a problem for him.

He looked at me, “Who owns you, Lara?”

“You do.” I replied.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“No, but you know that.” I replied.

“But I make the rules. My rule is I kiss you. I know its not your thing, but it’s important to me.” He pouted, “Please?”

I tilted my head, “As you command, my Lord.”

“There’s my girl.” He leaned in and placed his lips gently on mine and kissed me softly. I felt his hand take firm hold of my dark caramel kissed hair. He yanked my head back, away from his mouth, “You’re mine, slut. I love how you taste…” he covered my mouth with his and his tongue touched my lips.

I disliked kissing but, in this context, I suddenly felt vulnerable and so close to him. It was incredibly intimate and considering the depth of our relationship, well, it was unexpected. I was not his bratty sub or his introduce you to Mom sub… I was his plaything, his bitch, his slut, his piece of property to use and do with what he wanted. Not the girl he kissed in the garage before he took me inside his home.

“mmm… You taste like cherries, I love that, Lara.” He murmured softly to me. “I’m going to like using you. A lot.” He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I took it in mine and sucked it softly. His eyes opened and our eyes met. I continued to suck it softly, letting him slip it out but quickly drawing it back in my mouth, our eyes locked.

His bright kind eyes changed slowly and I could see the sadist I wanted coming out to play. The longer I sucked his tongue, the more I saw the man I needed appear. As I relaxed my hold on him, his hand tightened against the base of my skull and I knew what was coming next.

He yarded my head back hard. It hurt but I remained silent. He dove into my neck and bit me, again with enough pressure to hurt but in such a way that I felt parts of me waking up. He bit down harder and I moaned, involuntarily. “Do you know what’s coming?” he hissed in my ear.

I nodded slightly and felt him pull away, he flashed artvin escort me a smile and looked at his crotch. I reached across and undid his pants and exposed him. He was firming up before my eyes and in my hand. In one move, he pulled me up and forced me down onto his cock. My head bumped the steering wheel, I felt him tense slightly, but when I didn’t react, he pushed me down. I enveloped him immediately; he fit perfectly in my mouth. I scrambled my back side up and twisted so my knees were on the seat.

I felt the back of my skirt being pulled up, “Well, well, well.. Aren’t you a girl of your word? Just like I asked, stockings and garter belt with no panties. Absolutely perfect!” and he slapped my ass and grabbed it.

I took him into my mouth with ease. His cock was hard and thick. I loved how he filled my mouth and when I slid him out of my mouth, the vein on the side pulsed. His cock slipped out of my mouth and I took the head of his cock into my lips and held tight. My tongue, although not pierced, rubbed the sensitive bit on the underside of his cock, making him twitch. I felt his hands grip my hair and he drove his dick deep in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat, choking me.

Yanking my head back, I had no time to swallow before he forced me back down. Three more repetitions and I was gasping for air and drooling profusely as I had no control. He yanked me all the way up and I slobbered down the front of my sweater.

“Whore, you look beautiful. Go inside, removed your sweater and shoes and kneel by the fireplace. I’ll bring your bags in.”

I scooted back into my seat as he unlocked the doors. I got out and went in through the door to his house. I slipped off my shoes and set them on the ‘Welcome’ mat that sat by the back door. The garage opened onto the kitchen and it was beautiful! Granite counters, glass tile backsplash and beautiful cupboards. It was nice, not pretentious and very much a chef’s kitchen. I wondered if he was much of a cook?

I wandered through and saw it opened onto a gorgeous great room that had panel windows that overlooked a pool and another manicured lawn. To the right was a fireplace, it had been redone as the face was not the standard brick I expected. I assumed it was tile but figured it didn’t matter much especially when I noticed the anchor bolts. I laughed; they were somewhat disguised but to someone who knew why one would have them, they were obvious. I slipped off my sweater and carefully folded it and placed in on the arm of the couch. Squatting down, I got on my knees on the area rug beside the fireplace and laid my hands in my lap. I rotated my head, stretching my neck, still from the odd position in the car.

“Good girl.” He wheeled my suitcase into the room. He tilted his head, “you look good there. You’d look better naked.”

I got back up and slipped my skirt over my hips, folded it and added it to my sweater and took my top off and laid it down as well. Looking at him, he knew I wasn’t very comfortable with being naked.

“Your bra too, then you’re fine. For now.”

I took it off, tossed it on the pile, drew a shallow breath and got back into position.

He walked to me and touched my cheek, “such a pretty girl. I’m going to like breaking you.” He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. “Please me, slut. Once I’ve cum in your mouth, I want you to open your hole and allow it to slither down your chest. I’ve laid out towels in the guest suite bath upstairs. Wait two hours, text me a picture, then shower. Get ready after that; no panties, your plug and that pretty blue dress you told me of. I’m taking you out when I get back.”

“Oh those eyes, Lara. Keep them open and looking at me while I…” his voice trailed aydın escort off as he entered my mouth. I heard Nine Inch Nails ‘Closer’ start playing in my head as he met and locked my gaze.

He was kind at first, allowing my lips to moisten and timed it to the imaginary beat in my head. In and out.. Out and in.. And then.. His hand grabbed my hair, “Don’t break my eye contact. Understood?” With his other hand, he slapped my mouth, which caused me to clamp down on his cock.

“Don’t do that again.” Was all he said.

I started to suck him and I could tell he was enjoying it as I felt him grow in my mouth. I took him in deep and slipped it all the way out of my mouth and focused on the head. As I sucked him back in, I licked the underside of the head of his cock and tweaked the vein with my teeth. He responded with a moan and his eyes bore through me. I blinked for a second too long and he slapped me. Eyes open, I went back to pleasing him, careful to not break his gaze.

His hand tightened in my hair and he pushed his way in deeper. He held me there and took my mouth, relentlessly and with devotion. I lost sight of his eyes but I knew he was watching. I could feel my own heat growing and he pulled me onto his cock and forced my head to stay there. One moment, two… He wriggled himself at the back of my throat and held my head fast. I loved the feeling but I couldn’t breathe. I put my hands on his thighs and pushed back, trying to indicate it was too much; too long. He held me in place. I let a muffled cry out and pushed in earnest against him. I felt light headed and my head spun. Finally he released me.

I gasped for air as he held my head at the end of his cock.

“Mmmm. I like that look of panic on your face, Lara. Did you like that?” he asked.

I did. I loved it.

“Your eyes tell me everything.” He smiled and I obediently took him back in my mouth. I sucked him quickly, wanting to taste him fully.

He again forced himself to the back of my throat, “take it, bitch. Take it all.” He snarled at me and held me there, tightly. Again, several moments as he let me up just enough to drive himself back without allowing me air. I started fighting against him, thrashing, shifting off my knees.

He pushed me off him and I slipped onto my bum. “Get off my rug, on the hard floor and on your knees, now.” He growled. “Mouth open.”

I obeyed, I was aroused, wet and wanted to please him. Oh, I wanted to please him so very much. I popped back onto my knees and opened my mouth, wide, ready to receive.

He came to me and plundered into my mouth and immediately began to choke me with his cock, again. He held me and released me so I could suck hard and take him deep. “Look at me.” He whispered.

I looked up and met his gaze.

“I’m going to cum in your mouth, no swallowing you greedy whore. Its to run back out of your mouth and I want to see it slither down your chest and wet your panties…” he groaned out the last of his words as I pumped my mouth on him. I wanted his gifts; I needed him to cum in me.

He grew stiff, his body rigid and he pulled himself halfway out of my mouth and he grabbed my lower jaw and forced my mouth open. I felt the hot spurt spilling from him and heating my mouth. He dug his fingers into my cheeks, keeping my mouth forced open as the last of his seed pooled on my tongue. He took himself out of my mouth, still holding my mouth open.

“Such a good, pretty girl, slut. I’m so glad you’ve come to me. Now… I want you to stay like this, mouth open until the clock chimes five. Then you are to take a picture of my dried seed all over you. Then I will release you and you may go shower. Your bags will be in the guest room at the top of the stairs on the left. I will be back at 6 to collect you.” He let go and turned from me.

He turned back and touched my hair, “such a pretty slut.” He leaned over and kissed the top of my head. He grabbed his keys and phone and left, leaving me sitting on my knees, on the hardwood floors.

For two hours? What had I gotten myself into?

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My first experience with sex was just after I hit 21. As all the girls gathered for our last get-together of the summer of 1978, we all made the unredeemable promises that we’d always be in touch and that we’d never forget each other. Oh well, we all know how that turned out, don’t we? It’s just one of those things that we always tell our friends, but somehow never manage to keep, no matter how good the intentions.

Eva and I were best friends since the second grade. We did everything together. We had our childhood sleepovers, we went to Grandpa Ned’s to swim, eat in the summer and ice-skate in the winter. We had our girl talk, and we were the first to tell each other when we noticed our breasts were beginning to get bigger. We even told each other when we started getting hair between our legs.

At about 8:00 that Friday evening, we were the last two left in our ‘secret hideout’ and we didn’t really want to leave. We were still having fun, laughing at all the remarks that had been made earlier in the evening and remembering the faces of the other girls as we all told tales that made us laugh even harder. By the time the others had left our sides were all sore from all the laughter.

Eva and I looked at each other and laughed.

“I’ll never forget that time Tammi and Jake got caught in Grandpa Ned’s pool without their swimsuits on!”

“I know what you mean,” I answered. “I’ve never seen so much red on two people’s faces in my life. You’ll never convince me that they weren’t up to something in that pool!”

“Me, either!”

For a few minutes we just sat there, the silence getting heavy between us.

For me it was the physical attraction I’d always felt for Eva, and I thought she had the same attraction for me as well. Guess I was wrong on that one.

We both got up to leave, the silence still there, and grabbed each other to give a hug as we prepared to leave. Well, before we both realized what was happening, I was kissing her and she was returning the kiss!

We pushed each other back and stared at each other.

“Where did that come from?” Eva asked me.

All I could do was stand there. Silent in embarrassment.

“Well,” I started, “I’ve always wanted to do that, and I guess it just ‘felt right’ to do it now.”

I thought Eva would be mad at me, but to my surprise, she gave me another hug and kissed me again!

As we broke off the kiss, but continued the hug, she said, “I’ve felt attracted to you for a long time, Chris. I’ve wanted to do this for the past two years, but was afraid of what you’d do or how you’d react.”

Now it was my turn to push her back and look into her very blue eyes.

“But I’ve felt the same way about you!”

“Really!”

“Really!” I answered.

We both sat back down on the hardwood floor and began to talk to each other, seriously talk that is. Not that common ‘girl-talk’ that you usually associate with kids, but an almost grown-up talk that I think we’d both been putting off for too long.

Before we realized it, it was dark outside and the quiet was almost absolute, with the lone exception being the noise of the crickets in the grass just outside our hideout. After all, there wasn’t anyone around for at least 2 miles and with it being just the two of us, and after our serious conversation of the past 2 hours, things were bound to happen.

Right?

Anyway, we soon found ourselves laying on hastily spread out quilts we’d arranged on the floor.

Eva was removing her clothing, and I was in the process of removing mine as well. In a few minutes she was sitting there in just her bra and panties and I joined her a few minutes later.

“Boy, I wish my titties were as big as yours, Eva.”

“Believe me, kiddo, you don’t want them this big.”

“Why?”

“Because they can be a real pain in the ass, that’s why. You’ve no idea what the boys think of a girl with titties like this,” and she lifted them up with her hands as if to point out just how big they were.

“Everyone automatically thinks that with jugs like these that you’re older, more experienced and wanting to jump in bed with any boy who asks to fuck you!

“The trouble is that they bother the hell outta ya, too. Do you realize that I can’t sleep at night unless I have my bra on? I can only sleep on either my back or on one of my sides. When I was younger, and less endowed, I could sleep on my stomach, and I really enjoyed that. Just laying there, with my hands and arms under my pillow. It felt so comfortable and now I miss it.”

“Well, have you?” I asked.

“Have I what?”

“Fucked any of the boys yet?”

“No! And I don’t intend to, either. I’m just not into boys. I find myself attracted to other women.

“Like you.”

“ME!!!”

“Hell, yes! YOU!! I’ve wanted to get into your panties for the past two years, but never knew how to get close enough to you to say anything. Then, when I did, I’d be afraid of hurting our friendship and I didn’t want to do that. We’ve known ankara escort each other for too long.”

“Well, you should’ve asked me.”

“Why?”

“Because I would’ve said yes!”

“Really?”

“Yes, I would’ve.”

Eva reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing her ample bossum to fall free of their restrictive cups. I’d never seen a pair so big. What really stood out were the large nipples. They were already hard and seemed to stick out from her boobs at least a half inch.

Then, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her chest, and I just naturally began to knead them with my fingers. Being as small as I am, I’ve never had the pleasure to hold so much amazingly pliant flesh in my own hands.

I mean, my breasts are still growing and, compared to Eva, I’m flat-chested!!! My nipples are like hers though, they get hard at the drop of a hat and stick out as much as hers do. I just hate it when I get cold and my nipples stick out so much. Embarrasses the hell outta me to no end.

I leaned forward slightly and took one of her nipples into my mouth and began to swirl my tongue around that hardened bud.

Eva began to moan with delight, and I started to groan myself.

I’ve fantasized about holding her nipples in my mouth for some time, and now it was finally happening and I could hardly believe it.

Eva and I were going to make love to each other!!!!

My dreams were coming true and I was going to enjoy it as much as I could and a I know that I’d never forget it, either.

In the meantime, I felt Eva as she reached behind me and removed my sports bra, releasing the fabric from my body. With nothing to hold it up, the bra quickly slipped into my lap and she began to twist my nipples with each hand. They were already hard and her manipulation made me feel good. It felt nice to finally feel her hands on my body and I could hardly wait to feel her mouth and tongue on my nipples. I had a mini-orgasm just thinking about it.

We laid there on that wooden floor and began to feel each others bodies.

Eva was only about 2 inches taller than I was and when we laid together that day it felt as though we were the same in height, not to mention the passion that flowed between us.

I felt her hands and they massaged my titties and then roamed down my body to the crease between my legs. I slowly imitated her and we were soon doing the same things to each other, at the same time. I let her lead and was only happy to follow. I guess I figured that if Eva knew what she was doing, then I could do the same thing to her and she’d not complain. Hey! I know I wasn’t complaining one bit!

Before I knew it she had two fingers inside me, plunging deeper and deeper into my wetness with one, while the other gently flicked at my tingling clitoris.

I was doing the same thing to her, as well. But, as she continued to stroke me inside, I concentrated on her nipples and nibbling them with my mouth, gently biting them and licking around her large titties as well. I guess that since I didn’t really have any titties hers kinda piqued my curiosity and I wanted to find out if they were as sensitive as they appeared to be.

By her constant moaning I was guessing that they were.

I guess the other thing that really turned me on to her was that she didn’t have any hair around her pussy. She was completely smooth down there and I made a mental note to ask her about it once we were finished.

“Lay on your back, Chris.”

“Why?” I asked her.

“Because I want to do something to you that I think you’ll love.”

Without any more questions I did as she asked me and laid on my back.

She crawled between my legs, with her head still over my small titties, and began to lick my nipples again. Only this time she didn’t just work on my nipples.

Now she started to move down on my body, licking the whole time, stopping at my belly button and licking deep in that small hole for a few minutes. Then she started spreading my legs a little at a time, until I was fully open and exposed to her gaze.

“You have a nice pussy, Chris.” She told me.

“And you know what?”

“What?”

“You look good enough to eat, my dear.”

Did she mean what I thought she meant? Was she really going to put her mouth on me down there? I could lay back and watch and she resumed her journey down my body, as I began to tremble in anticipation of that first contact.

I didn’t have to wait long, either.

In only a few minutes I felt her hands on my pussy lips, as she pulled them apart and looked inside me. She slipped one of her fingers into me, using one on her other hand to gently massage the outer lips at the same time.

Then she flicked a finger over my still hard clit and I thought I was going to explode inside! It felt good. And even though she’d already had her fingers inside of me, I couldn’t help but climax just the same. I guess it was something to do with the stimulation antalya escort of both hands this time, but I know I was in heaven and nothing mattered except that she continue what she was doing.

I raised up my head just in time to see her lower her mouth to my gaping hole and I watched as she extended her tongue and took that first lap of my juices that freely flowed from inside and ran down the crack of my ass.

Then her still, hot, tongue made first contact with my clit!!! Now I know I was in heaven! Never in my life had anything felt so good on me.

I used to masturbate a lot, and let me tell you something, no matter what I used nothing felt as soft, or as hot, as Eva’s tongue that day!! I think I had one of the biggest orgasms in my young life.

Then she began to push that talented tongue deeper into me and I could feel every lick as she made contact with my insides, continuing to lick on my clit occasionally as well.

After about two or three minutes of that oral manipulation of my pussy, she plastered her mouth over my hole and started to suck my juices from me. She’d drive her tongue into me, swirl it around my inner lips, draw those lips into her mouth and suck on them for a little while, but the whole time I steadily feed her my quickly flowing juices. I never knew I could cum so many times, and never knew that I had so much to give, either.

Then she started moving her body around and in a few minutes her legs were spread on either side of my head and right there in front of my eyes was Eva’s pussy, also dripping an abundance of juices. And those juices fell right on my face and into my mouth, giving me the first taste of another woman.

I reached up and pulled her hairless lips apart, much as she’d done to me earlier, and then moved up and made contact with her clitoris with my tongue.

From her moaning and gyrating around on top of me, I knew that I’d done the right thing.

I planted my mouth over her hole, spread my hands over her ass and pulled her closer, and the proceeded to do to her just what she was doing to me. I licked and sucked and licked some more. I sucked her clit into my mouth and held it there while flicking the tip of my tongue over its head. I was getting a mouth full of her cum, as she was getting from me at the same time.

I think we stayed that way for about 30 or 40 minutes, never wanting to let the other one go. We were just enjoying each other too much to quit.

But, in a little while, we both became too sensitive to continue and we broke apart and laid there on the floor, slowly recovering from those multiple orgasms we’d had.

I knew I felt exhausted and I felt pretty sure that Eva did, too.

After a few minutes of laying there I raised up on my elbow and faced my best friend.

“Eva, that was just the best thing to happen to me since I don’t know when!”

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Chris. I know I did as well. And, to tell you the truth, I was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to happen. I’ve wanted to do that to you for so long and I knew that if we ever did get the chance that it would be something to remember.”

“You’ve got that part right! I don’t think I was ever going to stop cumming!”

“Hey, you’ve got a talented tongue there, kiddo, and you shouldn’t waste it. I don’t know if your preference is men or women, but believe me, you’d make some woman a wonderful lover.”

Now I was really embarrassed.

“Why so red-faced?” she asked me.

“Well, you see, it’s like this….”

“My God!!! You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”

Now I was really embarrassed.

“Yes,” was all I could manage to say.

“Well, well. Seems I’ve bagged my first cherry,” she laughed.

“Yes, this is my first sexual experience and I enjoyed it very much. Now, all I have to do is get used to what just happened.”

“Don’t let it embarrassed you, Chris. I was the same way the first time it happened to me. I like to think of it as one of the most enlightening experiences in my life.”

“Are you a lesbian?” I asked her.

“I like to consider myself Bi,” she told me.

“Meaning what?”

“That I like both men and women, but my preference is women.”

“So tell me, what’s it like with a man?”

“Believe me, Chris, when it finally happens to you, you’ll know the difference and it’s not something that I can easily put into words. All I can say is give it a chance. You might like it, and then again, you might not. Everyone has a choice of which way you want to go. While I do enjoy a hard cock in me on occasion, to me there’s nothing like making love to a woman. You’ll see for yourself one of these days.”

We just talked for about an hour or more and just when we were getting ready to get dressed and go home, I thought of the question I had earlier wanted to ask her.

“Why do you shave yourself down there,” I pointed.

Eva laughed at that one, but she did answer me.

“Personally I gaziantep escort prefer the feel of nothing down there. I had a girlfriend suggest it to me, as she always kept herself hair free down there, too. She even recommended a very good depilatory for me to use and I’ve gotten so used to it that I’ve just kept it all off. I find that my lovers, both men and women, love the soft feel of my lips down there, without any hair to get in the way. Believe me, I prefer it much more when I make love to a man, too. Much less irritation down there.”

She gave me a tube of the stuff, since she carried it in her purse all the time and suggested that I give it a try, too. I promised her that I would and then we gave each other a hug and a quick kiss and left our secret place, heading to our respective homes.

It was about two days later that I asked another one of my friends if she’d seen Eva lately, when I got the shock of my life.

“Didn’t you know?” she asked me.

“Know what?”

“Eva was hit by a hit-and-run driver last night. She didn’t make it.”

Talk about being hit with a sledgehammer!!!

I’d spent the last two days with my grandparents, down state, and had just gotten home late last night. My parents apparently didn’t know, either, or they’d have told me at breakfast this morning. I guess it hit me harder than I thought, as the next thing I remember is staring up at the doctor’s face in the emergency room.

“You’ll be ok, young lady. You just passed out and cracked your head on the sidewalk.” He turned to my mama, who was standing beside the bed, “She’ll be fine. Just a slight concussion from the smack with the concrete, but just to be on the safe side, keep her at home today and don’t let her doze off. Concussions can be crazy and anything could happen, so make sure she’s alert and keep a close eye on her. By tomorrow she should be much better and should be able to go to school with no problems at all.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” mama told him.

After that the rest of the week was one big blur, as the viewing went by and then the funeral. It was a closed casket and I was happy for that. I didn’t want to have to remember my best friend, and first-time lover, laying in that cold steel case. I went to her parents and gave them my condolences and her mother kissed me on the cheek, while her father gave me a big hug.

That was the last time I saw Eva’s family.

Chapter 2

Today’s my 26th birthday.

Technically, I’m still a virgin, too!

I’ve not had any kind of sexual relationship since that day, when I was 21, that I learned that my best friend, Eva, had been killed by a hit-and-run driver. I have no idea if the driver was ever found and prosecuted. Frankly, I never gave it another thought, either. I just wanted to get away from that town and start over again.

As luck would have it, my father was transferred to another town about 2 hours away and we moved there so that he wouldn’t have such a long commute to work. The city was nice and I soon made new friends and began to date.

Image my surprise though when I was at the mall one day and ran into none other than Grandpa Ned!

* * * *

I met Grandpa Ned for the first time when I was only 12 or maybe 13.

He’s an older black man (well, at least to me back then he was older.) and all the kids in the neighborhood called him Grandpa Ned. Just so you’ll understand that there’s no relation between us. I guess if I had to put an age on him, I’d have to say he was at least in his late 50’s.

I had heard from my parents that his wife had died about the time I was 2 and that he’d never remarried. He preferred to spend his time with the neighborhood kids, whether they were white or black. On plenty of times the parents of the area used him as a babysitter for us and we always had a good time there.

There were times he’d show us old movies that he had on reels and had to wind them through this old machine and we’d all laugh and have a blast. I don’t think our parents could’ve found anyone any better to watch over us all. I know for a fact that the kids all enjoyed themselves and there was never a complaint.

Grandpa Ned’s used to be a local gathering place for the kids when I was 12 and every weekend we’d have a huge pool party in the summer and then cookouts and he even had his pool open in the winter and we used it as an ice skating rink. When you live in northern Michigan the winters can be very cold.

Now, just to set the record straight, Grandpa Ned never did anything to the kids. He wasn’t like that and besides, most of the kids I hung out with would’ve reported him to their parents if he’d tried anything.

When I was growing up we were taught about child molesters and what to look for and believe me, every one of my friends got that same education and we were always on the alert for anything unusual from strangers. Heck, we even watched our friends parents, but we never let on that we did.

You had to be careful during those days, hell, you gotta be careful these days, too!

Any way, while we were always alert, that doesn’t mean that nothing happened.

As kids we sorta messed around with each other, but it never got very far. Hell, we were scared to death of what our fathers might do if they found out what we were up to.

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Friday was a favorite day for me. Kris and I only had classes until noon. With mom and dad both at work, it left the better part of the afternoon for ourselves, though most often Kris spent hers with the girls on her squad.

We hadn’t had time to really discuss what had happened between us, though to some extent I couldn’t help wonder if Kris was having second thoughts about it too. She hadn’t exactly been avoiding me, but neither one of us had made a point of finding time to talk about it either.

We’d met briefly in the kitchen on our way to school, mom and dad upstairs getting dressed themselves, giving us the only real private time we’d had up until then. I stood waiting for my toast to pop up out of the toaster when Kris came into the kitchen pouring herself a glass of orange juice. I waited expectantly for her to say something first.

“Michelle’s coming over after school,” she informed me taking a drink of her juice. “We’re going to be looking at tapes of South High’s cheerleading squad,” she continued. “They’re our biggest competition for the championships this year. So we want to get an idea of some of the routines they’ll be doing to get an idea as to how we can better prepare ourselves in competing against them in the finals.”

Having told me that, she’d let me know she and Michelle would be needing to use the den, which effectively shut down my hope of coming home and playing a few video games after school.

“And I suppose that means you’d also like me to stay out of the way,” I added grabbing my toast as I began to put butter on it. I had obviously turned away from her in order to do that, looking down at the counter as she spoke.

“It might be better if you weren’t even here when she comes over,” Kris went on, causing me to look up at her, none too happy about being asked to do that for one thing, though confused as I saw the smile on Kris’s face as she stood there.

“Great, so where am I supposed to go?” I responded irritatedly.

“I didn’t say you had to go anywhere,” she explained without really doing so. “I just said don’t be here when we do, or…if you are, don’t let her know that you are here then.” Kris said cryptically. She saw the puzzled expression on my face, smiling even more broadly towards me. “Unless you want to spoil everything,” she tossed out.

“Ok, I’m not following any of this,” I told her. “What do you mean, spoil everything?”

Kris sighed in exasperation. “Remember, I told you that once in a while the four of us have gotten together?” She stated without adding the rest of it. Suddenly this was getting interesting as I lifted my eyebrows waiting expectantly for more.

“Yeah?”

“Well just so you know, Michelle is gay, always has been.”

“Michelle’s a lesbian?” I stated in surprised wonder. “She sure as hell doesn’t look like one!” I then added.

“Oh? And just how’s a lesbian supposed to look?” Kris retorted back at me. “They’re not all Butch Dykes you know!”

“That’s not what I meant,” I said a bit sheepishly. “It’s just that she’s really good looking, which you all are,” I then added as I saw a brief somewhat hurt look cross her face. “I just never would have guessed that is all, but that still doesn’t answer my question either. What’s that got to do with my not being here when she comes over?”

Once again Kris shook her head as though I should have some sort of insight and understanding as to where all this was going.

“Because Michelle has never been with me alone before,” Kris now added. “And I think she’s attracted to me,” she further explained. “And am not saying that anything will, or won’t happen when she comes over, but it certainly won’t, if she knows you’re here!”

I knew my eyes were as big around as saucers upon hearing that. Already my mind trying to imagine things for one, as well as the logistics of it, which presented an immediate problem. If in fact they were to be in the den, it had no door on it for one thing, so there was no real way of spying on them without a great deal of risk in being discovered trying to peek around the wall at them.

“Little good that does me,” I then told her. “Even if anything does happen, there’s no way for me to see it without getting caught!”

Kris finished her juice standing at the sink rinsing out her glass. “Well, that’s your problem to figure out,” she told me. “But if you, or your cars here when we get here, then nothing will anyway. And like I said, not saying it will either, just saying…it might.” With that, Kris grabbed her books off the table and headed out the door, leaving me to stand there and ponder the situation. As I heard Kris start up her car backing out of the driveway, it came to me. I smiled, it would require a bit of effort on my part, but I was pretty sure I had found a way.

**

There was a small play park at the end of the street. Parking my car there, I then ran on foot back to the house, letting myself in through the backdoor, locking it again afterwards. adana escort Glancing at my watch, I knew I didn’t have a whole lot of time. I ran downstairs to the den and then crossed the room over towards the storage closet that was located on one side of it. There were four folding doors with slats in them that allowed the air to circulate, and kept any mold from growing inside the storage closet. Several boxes prevented me from having any sort of a decent vantage point, so I quickly stacked them a little better on top of one another, eventually hallowing out myself a place to sit in. I had already grabbed a folding chair, as I had no intention of just standing there the entire time either. Closing the doors again, I sat down, ensuring I had a reasonable view of the den, which I was delighted to see that I had. The couch sat off to the left, the TV in front of that, though at my angle, I wouldn’t be able to see much of it. But that wasn’t what I was hoping to see in the first place. I considered just sitting there the way that I was, but already feeling the excitement, realizing as I did how very uncomfortable that particular situation could quickly become. I slipped off my jeans along with my briefs and now sat bare-assed in my chair just as I heard the sounds of someone coming in through the backdoor upstairs. Even with muffled voices speaking I could tell it was Kris, and no doubt Michelle as well. Excited, hoping the sound of my beating heart wouldn’t be heard through the doors, I waited for them to come down the stairs, which they soon did. I almost laughed as Kris walked in looking about, and then told Michelle to put in the tape into the player while she went to check on something. She soon left the room, heading upstairs, and I was fairly sure she was headed towards my room to see if I was hanging out quietly up there. She returned moments later wearing an almost disappointed expression on her face.

“Everything ok?” Michelle asked anxiously.

“Oh…ah, yeah. Everything’s just fine,” Kris said still sounding perplexed. “Just wanted to make sure no one was here,” she told Michelle.

I heard Michelle giggle at that. They were wearing their cheerleading outfits, bright red with a big S over their breasts, short pleated skirts with a white trim running around the bottom of the hem with matching blood red panties on beneath. I had to admit, seeing the two of them wearing their uniforms was damn fucking hot, and so where they obviously as Michelle was the one to make a rather interesting suggestion.

“Will we be able to hear it if somebody does come home?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, easy…why?” Kris asked, though the tone of her voice told me she was somewhat excited by the question.

“Well if you don’t mind, these uniforms are rather warm, I wouldn’t mind slipping out of mine and just sitting here in my undies while we watch the video. How about you?”

Kris agreed, which made me happy, and I sat there in the darkness of the storage closet trying to keep my breathing as normal as possible, not to mention keeping myself from fidgeting too much in case I might be heard. But it brought a major smile to my face to see both Michelle as well as Kris suddenly slip out of their uniforms. They both kept their matching outer panties on however, along with their bras, but it was nice seeing the two of them just sitting there like that as Kris turned up the sound on the video, and they sat down to watch their competitions cheerleading performances.

I had begun to wonder if this was going to be as nearly exciting as I’d initially imagined it. My cock, which had been rock hard at seeing them, strip down to their underwear, was now as flaccid as normal. So far, all they’d done was sit there on the couch together watching the TV. Though I noticed Kris had looked back over the couch towards the door several times.

“You sure we’ll hear it if anyone comes home?” Michelle asked once again.

“Oh yeah, positive,” Kris answered. “I locked the back door for one, and it tends to stick, so not only will we hear that, but it makes a rather loud sound when it opens too. And we’d have plenty of time to get to my room, should anyone come home. But like I told you, mom and dad are at work and won’t be home until well after six, and Robbie’s at the mall with his friends seeing a movie.”

For all Kris knew, I very well might be doing just that. It was obvious she’d been looking around for me, but I’d even parked my car around the corner and not just on the street someplace, which I’m sure she had looked for when they’d arrived.

“Cool, you care if I take this off then?” Michelle asked already reaching behind to undo her bra. “My tits are getting sweaty, and I hate that,” she added.

“Not at all…go for it, sometimes mine do too,” Kris then said, watching as I was, as Michelle undid the clasp, letting her white lacy bra slither down her arms before removing it. Of all the girls on the squad, Michelle had the largest adıyaman escort breasts of them all. In addition to that, as they now fully appeared, I was treated to seeing two very prominent, very dark, and very large areolas that capped each one. To me, it was like seeing two nice fluffy pancakes sitting on top of each of her breasts with a nice-sized strawberry sitting in the middle of them. Even from where I was sitting, I could see that Michelle’s nipples were hard and stiff. Like Kris, Michelle wore her dark hair long as well, though not in a ponytail as Kris usually wore hers, just free as it hung enticingly down, one section of it playing peek-a-boob with her breast.

“They’re pretty good,” Kris observed a moment later turning her attention back to the TV. I was somewhat disappointed when she hadn’t likewise removed her bra the way that Michelle had, and wondered for a moment, if Michelle hadn’t been disappointed by that too.

“Especially that blonde in the middle. That’s Sharon Johnson,” Michelle offered. “She’s gay too,” she said smiling. “Though I’ve never had the pleasure of eating her yet.”

“Did you say eating? Or meeting her?” Kris tossed back honestly not sure to which one she’d actually said.

Michelle laughed, “Definitely eating her, though I’d sure as hell like to,” she added still giggling. She then looked directly towards Kris. “You ever thought about that?” she pointedly stated. “I mean, we’ve all sat around watching one another finger-fuck ourselves, and if you remember the last time the four of us were together, that Susan actually fingered me a little, and I her.”

“I remember,” Kris said as I actually saw her face blushing. “And that was pretty hot seeing you two doing that, but no…I never have done anything more than that with another woman, no.”

“Frankly, I’m surprised you and Kathy didn’t do something, the two of you were sitting side by side, and watching Susan and I playing with one another that time, I thought surely you two might.”

“Not that I wouldn’t have, or didn’t want to. I would have, but I’ve known Kathy longer than I’ve known any of you, and trust me…the fact she was even willing to do that much was a surprise. She’s about as straight as anyone you’d ever want to meet. So even touching another woman would have been out of the question for her. The fact she even did what she did was amazing enough.”

It was then that I saw Michelle had allowed her hand to drop down between her legs. She wasn’t exactly being obvious about it, but even from where I sat, I could see she was still rubbing herself through the material of her bright red “goldies” as they called them. I wasn’t too terribly surprised to find my own cock once again begin to stiffen while I sat there watching her do that either.

“You have nice boobs too,” Michelle then offered, complimenting Kris on hers, though she continued to sit there still wearing her bra.

“Thanks, so do you,” Kris said finally looking more directly at them, though once again she had taken a quick peek over the couch towards the door before doing so. I actually smiled upon seeing her do that. It was obvious she was still half expecting me to appear out of nowhere. Little did she know.

“I actually wish mine weren’t nearly as big as they are,” Michelle said cupping them in her hands now, looking down at herself. “Especially my nipples, they’re a lot bigger and darker than most girls I’ve ever seen. I’d rather have tits like yours in fact,” she then added as I watched Kris smile at the compliment.

“That’s funny, I’ve often wished mine were a tiny bit bigger than they are,” she confided.

“Oh no, you don’t want that, trust me. Your size is perfect, they’re very pretty. And not every guy that passes you looks at your chest first before your eyes like they do with me. At least the women look at your eyes first, and then your tits,” she grinned, laughing as she said it. I watched as she looked at Kris, and then down at her tits. “And speaking of…would you mind?”

Silly as this might sound, I sat there holding my breath along with my cock. And even though I’d enjoyed seeing Michelle’s tits as they sat there completely revealed, I found my excitement level rise over finally seeing Kris’s boobs once again. Without saying a word, she nodded her head, smiled, and reached back around herself undoing the clasp of her bra. It came away in her hands, and she casually dropped it onto the floor beside her. Now they both sat facing one another, admiring one another’s breasts.

“Oh yeah, yours really are beautiful!” Michelle stated appreciatively, and then without really asking, reached over, cupping one in her hand, hefting it as though judging its weight and softness. “God, I really do love your tits Kris, they feel so soft, yet so firm in comparison to mine. See? I think mine don’t feel nearly as nice as yours do.”

Michelle had actually picked up my sister’s hand putting it on one of her breasts, afyon escort which Kris now sat fondling at the same time that Michelle continued on doing to one of hers. “Oh fuck that feels good, sometimes I swear I could cum just by having my nipples played with they’re so sensitive,” she admitted.

“Yeah, mine too,” Kris moaned pleasurably as she continued to finger the taut hard nipple on Michelle’s breast. “Sometimes, when I’m masturbating, I do that for a lot longer period of time even before I finally touch myself. Just something about having my boobs played with, even if I do it myself, that sends all these nice, hot, naughty electrical charges down to my clit like there’s a direct wire linking them together or something.”

I sat, stroking my cock watching and listening to all this. The head of my prick so swollen I thought it was going to burst. The silky lubrication oozing out of my dick in thick rivulets of liquid pleasure that I began using to further stimulate myself with, rubbing it around the head and then up and down my shaft in slow fingering strokes.

“Are they doing that now?” Michelle asked, still lightly toying with one of Kris’s nipples, pulling on it a little away from her breast.

“Oh yeah…especially when you do that,” Kris moaned closing her eyes, and then doing the exact same thing to Michelle’s tit. “I…really like that,” she purred.

I now watched as Michelle lowered her free hand, allowing the tip of a finger to press firmly against the material still covering Kris’s pussy, though it was evident when she did, that Kris could feel it, her moan suddenly intensifying though she once again opened her eyes. “Would you like it if I fingered you?” Michelle asked hopefully, “The way that Susan and I did it the last time?”

“Fuck, yes!” Kris mewled softly, lustfully, which caused Michelle to stand suddenly as she then quickly pulled down her goldies, along with the tiny brief matching white thong she’d been wearing. Without a word, Kris stood as well, now doing the same, and for a moment giving me a tantalizing view of the two of them standing there together entirely nude. I expected them to sit again, but they surprised me, moving close to stand there together instead. They kissed, and as they did so, I nearly lost it just watching them do that. It seemed so sensual, so erotic watching my own sister and her friend standing there with their lips pressed together, hands down between one another’s legs, likewise fingering each other as they stood there doing so.

It was all I could do to keep from cumming myself, I’d had to completely let go of my prick, to even touch it at all at the moment was to invite disaster, at least the disaster of allowing myself a too soon release, though I then realized I hadn’t thought far enough ahead to have brought anything with me either. A drawer full of clean fresh cum-hankies, and not a one had I brought! I didn’t even have a “just in case” rubber in my wallet I could have used either like so many of the other guys did. The telltale circle of having one forever embedded within the leather, though rather than seeing that as some sign of manhood or prowess, I laughed having vowed never to do that myself. To me, all that said was, “I want it…but I’m not getting it either.”

Michelle slowly began to slither down Kris’s body, her finger still working her now very slick cunt however, though it had forced Kris to quit fingering hers. I held my breath, still unwilling to tempt fate with my cock, remaining untouched as she soon gathered one of my sister’s nipples in between her lips and softly began sucking it. Kris put her hands on the top of Michelle’s head, keeping them there, holding on for support as her knees obviously weakened. Michelle soon switched sides, paying homage to Kris’s neglected breast, and then began making her way down even further, lingering briefly near her naval as I watched Michelle’s tongue dart out, gently fucking it.

To my surprise, as Michelle made it obvious as to where she was now headed, Kris gently held her shoulders, moaning the words, “No…I can’t not yet…” she said almost pleadingly. Michelle stood, once again kissing her, though only quickly.

“Why not? I promise, you’ll enjoy it if you let me,” she said wantonly.

Kris laughed. “Oh, I have NO doubt that I would!” she grinned wickedly. “But no one ever has done that to me.”

“No one? Not ever? Not even your boyfriend?”

I winced at that, yet at the same time surprised by Kris’s unexpected revelation. “No…no one. And no offense Michelle, as much as I’d like to feel that, and knowing you’d no doubt drive me insane if I were to let you, I want to experience that with someone I really care about first, so…I hope you understand.”

“I do,” Michelle said softly, only then stepping back, breaking the intimate contact they’d been sharing. “As much as I’d love to take your clit cherry, I really do understand that,” Michelle told her. “And you might be surprised to know, even though I’m gay, and prefer being with women Kris, I do on occasion enjoy a nice hard cock inside me too. So you see? I really do understand, perhaps a lot more than you might realize. And I hope that won’t change anything between us. Whenever you are ready, if you are…I’d love doing that for you.”

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“Good puppy.” my Master declares as he completes my bounds to the high-backed chair that I am sitting on, in my own marital dining room.

Naked, and wearing his red collar, I look deep into his beautiful eyes and obediently reply “Thank you Sir Jay.” as he now stands in front of me, fully clothed, admiring his bondage skills. My heart pounds inside my chest with pure excitement, not knowing what lies ahead for today’s task, but I know and trust my Master to understand that it will be delicious and deviant. Just the way I like it.

I pretend to struggle in my bonds, testing to see how tight they are, and feel a lovely tingle in my soft wet folds as I soon realise they are extremely effective. Not so tight that I am in pain, but not loose enough for me to move more than a few centimetres. I am in heaven.

So there I am, stripped, collared, bound and helpless with my Master looking powerfully over me, his pet puppy. I name myself ‘His pet puppy’ during certain weeks of the year when my monthly friends visit me and restrict my sexual experiences. I’ve always thought the string dangling from my wetness looked like a small tail, therefore I am nothing more than a puppy, a toy for His pleasure alone. And…I love it! I know my place on this earth is to please Him, and no one else, not even my hubby. I am Sir Jays pet. He owns my body and mind. Completely.

He looks down between my splayed thighs, glances at the string, ağrı escort and smirks “Poor puppy. No orgasms for you this week, but it will not be me who is refusing you the release. Blame Mother Nature this week.” He then starts to undress in front of my eyes, and as I look over his toned authoritative figure, he adds “Maybe one day I can leave you untied in this position to control yourself through discipline? Maybe! But not today my pet, as I believe the treat I have for you will be too much for you to handle whilst unbound.”

With that said, my eyes bulge with delight in anticipation of what was going to happen. My Master is naked in front of me, his cock is thick and throbbing. The twitching mimics the internal tingles that I am experiencing myself between my bound thighs, and I wished he would take me there and then. But this was not on today’s agenda.

As I watch him sit on my dining room table, the place where only a few hours ago I shared this mornings breakfast with my hubby, my mouth starts to water at the site in front of me. One metre away is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Not too long, but thick and powerful like my Master, it pulses and seeps a little pre-cum out of the tip. Licking my lips I hope he would make me suck him dry, or even stand in front of me and fuck my mouth like the wanton pet and sex toy that I am.

But no. I saw his lustful gaze move to the aksaray escort door behind me as I hear it open. My heart panics.

“Who could that be?” I gasp into myself.

“Fear not my pet, I promised you that I would not harm your marriage” Sir Jay reassures me.

I gasp in jealous horror as I see Liz, my sister in law, walk past my bound body, to kneel between me and my Master with her arms folded behind her back. “You are not my only pet, Wet Orchid. I trust you know my favourite pet Liz? She is a thirsty little pet.”

I struggle to gather my thoughts, but I reply “Yes Sir Jay, I know your favourite pet well because she is my hubby’s sister.”

At that, Liz moves her head slowly forward, opens her mouth slightly and kisses the glistening head of my Masters cock. “Master if it pleases you,” Liz quietly asks, “may I suck the cum out of your wonderful cock please?”.

My jaw drops with astonishment, as my Master has never granted me the joy of such actions, but I watch in awe as he nods and opens his thighs wider to ease her access to his twitching rod.

With hungry slurps, Liz gives my Master a noisy sucking, and by the sounds of his groaning he is enjoying every second of her oral pleasuring. The tingle between my thighs now turns into a river of excitement, as I watch my sister in law take him fully in her mouth. Sucking harder and faster, her head bobs backwards amasya escort and forwards rapidly to please Sir Jay.

Eventually his groans grow louder, and she bobs faster in anticipation. His body tenses, and then judders in orgasmic ecstasy as she milks every drop of his precious cum into her slurping mouth with her arms still folded behind her back.

“Good girl” he sighs with pleasure. “Now you see why she is my favourite pet, don’t you Wet Orchid?” he teases me. After a few seconds of watching him spasm in orgasmic ripples, Liz pulls her head back, letting his slightly deflated cock drop from her cum-filled mouth and, with arms still folded obediently behind her, stands up to face Sir Jay.

“You have done well my pets” he says to us both. “Now, Wet Orchid, would you like Liz to kiss you and feed you my hot sticky cum?” he asks.

“Yes please Master. I know am worthy of your cum. Please!” I grovel in my binds.

“Maybe one day she will feed you so deliciously, but not today. You will have to earn such rewards.” declares my Master. He then hands Liz a soup spoon, and tells her to rub it against her own wetness, then to spit a small amount of his cum on to the spoon, and feed his second favourite pet with it.

“Thank you Master” I declare in loving obedience as Liz dips the spoon down between her trembling thighs, and scoops her own juices onto the silver spoon. She then raises the cream coated metal to her glistening mouth and lets a glob of the white goo drop onto the spoon.

“Open wide” Master instructs me as she moves the spoon towards my face.

“Mmmmm, Thank You Sir Jay.” I delightfully murmur as the delicious juices attack my taste buds.

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Hello all: Thanks for your interest in my stories. Like all the others I’ve written it’s a outlet for my vivid imagination. This one is a continuation of my story “Word of Mouth is the Best Advertising.” While it’s not essential you read it first, I think you’d benefit from the context it would give you.

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As I drove home from Heather and Paul’s home, I couldn’t help but recount the events of the evening. Personally, I thought I performed admirably and the well-fucked, exhausted look on Heather’s face as I kissed her goodbye told me I had delivered as promised. Couple that with the smile and nod from Paul as I left the house and I was pretty damn proud of myself. The one thing that was niggling in the back of my mind, though, was concern that I had pushed either (or both of them) too far.

Wrong — Dead Wrong — on both accounts.

I was definitely hoping for a return invitation. Though not my usual type of fun, I had to admit to myself that being that dominant — being “the man” and having a couple so willing to be submissive — no, check that — so craving to be submissive was a huge turn on. Despite dumping two prodigious (if I do say so myself) loads into Heather, when I got home and into bed, I was still so amped up from the evening I ended up painting my belly and chest with another load before I could get relaxed enough to sleep.

I sent a text to both of them the next day thanking them for the great evening. I didn’t hear from Paul at all and the reply I got from Heather was pretty subdued, although she qualified it by saying that she walked into a hornet’s nest at work and was going to be very busy the entire day and that she would reach out when she had more time.

A couple of days later, I received a text from Heather asking if I would be available to talk that evening. I replied back with a time and she told me that they would call then. I didn’t know at that point if it was going to be a “that was fun, but we’re good” call or a “let’s do that again” call, so I found myself to be pretty nervous waiting for them to reach out.

At precisely the time we agreed upon, my phone burst forth with the beginnings of “Chelsea Dagger” from the Fratellis. I’m a huge Chicago Blackhawks fan and that is their goal celebration song. It always made me smile and I hoped that the call would as well.

“Good evening,” I started, “this is Jim.”

“Oh, umm…ah..hello Sir. I hope we aren’t disturbing you.”

I took the fact that he was calling me “Sir” as a good sign, so, I replied, “No, Pauly, I was expecting your call. I’m pleased that you called right when you said you would.”

His voice perked up, “Oh, thank you, sir, I’m glad we’ve pleased you. You are on speaker with both Heather and myself.” And with that, I heard Heather’s voice, “Hello Sir, Heather here.”

Now this was different — Heather calling me Sir. I wasn’t going to question it. I just decided to see where it was going to lead. I also decided that I would be best served if I maintained my Dom role with them. While I would normally ask if they enjoyed themselves when we were together, I decided that Alpha’s wouldn’t have really cared if they did so I left the question unasked.

Instead, I said, “Hello Heather, what’s the purpose of your call this evening?”

Paul answered, “Well, Sir, we were wondering if there’s any chance that you might be willing to come back to our home for a return visit.”

I could already feel my cock swelling in my pants, and I wanted to say, “Oh hell yeah, I’ll come back!” but I had to remember my role, so I had to make them uncomfortable for a bit to continue my dominance over them.

I replied, “Hmmm…perhaps. I have to say though, the fact that it’s taken you so long to reach out to me makes me wonder if you are really worth my time. Or, more importantly, if your commitment to our arrangement is really there. I’m not interested in people that play games with me.”

Heather piped up, sounding almost panicked, “Oh, no Sir, we are definitely committed to our arrangement. It was my fault that it took so long to reach out. I had some work issues that had me working until very late the last couple of nights and we didn’t want to disturb you.”

This was, of course, perfectly reasonable, but I couldn’t let on. “Well, I’ll forgive it this time, but if this happens again, don’t bother calling me back.”

“It won’t — you have our word,” Paul replied.

“Fair enough.”

Very hesitantly, Paul then said, “Um…ahhh…..we were wondering if you we could also talk to you about your next visit, about, um…..how you could….ummmm….make it better for us?”

I was about to give him a blast, when Heather frantically interjected, “Please, please Sir, don’t think we were unhappy with your last visit. We were thrilled. It’s just that we were talking and kind of hoped you might consider a request from us.”

I kürt porno had to be careful here. If I said “Sure, I’ll do whatever you want” it gave them control — which is exactly what they didn’t want, but if I said, “How dare you ask me something like that” it ran the risk of alienating them and having them stop our arrangement.

So, I pushed for something in between and said, “Well, you are being incredibly presumptuous thinking what you want is of any importance to me, but, I’ll grant you this. If what you want suits my needs, then you’ll get your wish. What is it you want?”

I got a one-word answer from Paul, “More.”

I shot back, “What the hell does THAT mean?”

Heather again injected very quickly, “What Paul is trying to say is that we loved every second of your visit. Since you left, we’ve talked almost non-stop about it and we both realized that the only thing that could make it better is for you to be more dominant and more selfish and more forceful with both of us. We so enjoyed submitting to you, but now we don’t want you to hold back at all — with either of us. We want everything you can give us — outside of our original boundaries we don’t want you to hold anything back. We hope that’s not too much to ask.”

If they had any idea of how hard my cock was at that point, they would have had their answer. However, I had to stay in my role.

“Ok, but as my mom always said, “Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it!” So, let’s make it this Saturday evening then.”

“Um, we do have some plans for that evening.”

“Um, yeah, you do, with me! Either that or we’re done!” I had no idea if they were plans that could be broken, but I had to be the Alpha. I heard Heather whisper, “We can see that movie anytime! We’ve been given a date — it’s our job to make it happen!”

“Saturday is fine, Sir. Can we say our house around 7?”

“No, we’ll say the restaurant at the Marriott by Vaughan Mills at 6. Make us a reservation and book us a room — preferably a suite. If I’m going to give you what you want, I’m going to need a good meal and lots of room to work. See you at 6 on Saturday. Oh…and Pauly, my little friend…make sure you are properly attired — you know what I mean!”

Paul was just about to reply, I believe, in the affirmative, but I didn’t give him the opportunity — I ended the call. This was so out of character for me, but I had to admit, I was starting to enjoy this whole thing! However, this type of encounter demanded more of me, so in order to up my game, I did something I had never done before.

I visited my doctor and got a prescription for Viagra.

I had never had problems “rising to the occasion” before, but I had to admit to myself, that at my age, the “risings” were getting spaced further apart and for what I had planned, I was going to need to be at full mast for a longer time.

The day before our visit, I took the first of the pills to test it out and holy shit did it work! I was hard or feeling that I could be for hours. Just what I needed for our night of debauchery.

So, properly attired and properly medicated, precisely at 6 pm on a fine, warm spring evening I found myself walking into the restaurant of the hotel. I saw the two of them immediately, sitting in a booth at the back of the restaurant. Paul was dressed casually in jeans and a golf shirt, Heather had on a very spring-like dress that came to just above her knee — I wondered if this was done on purpose for our dinner. After they rose to greet me, without hesitation, Paul slid into the booth opposite of Heather and me. I slid in beside Heather and immediately put my hand on the inside of her leg. Not groping her, but letting her know what was to come.

“Damn, Pauly, your wife’s got the smoothest skin on the inside of her thigh!”

“Oh..ahh, yes Sir, she definitely does!”

We took a few minutes to peruse the menus and after placing our orders, I looked over at Paul and said, “So little man, I’m assuming you have your cage on?”

“Yes, I do, as you required, Sir”

“Good boy…tell me, do you also have the key?

“Yes, sir, I do. I have it on my key ring.”

“Excellent…please take it off the ring.” As Paul fumbled for with his keys, I turned to look at Heather and at the same time, I slid my hand up her leg, under her dress to find some very damp panties.

“Oh, my dear Heather, we won’t be needing these will we?”

Heather lowered her head demurely and said, “No, I suppose we won’t.”

Just as Paul was finishing removing the key from his chain, I reached into my pocket and produced an anklet that I handed to Heather. “Well, my dear, I suggest you put the key on this anklet and put it on and get rid of those panties.

She replied enthusiastically, “Oh, Yes Sir” and looked at me expecting me to move so she could go to the washroom.

“Um, no…I think we can dispense of the panties here. I’m sure you can manage it without too qiqitv.info much trouble. And if you put your leg up on the bench across from you, I bet Paul would be happy to put the anklet on your leg. I took it from and handed it to Paul and he threaded the key onto the fine chain.

Heather’s face turned crimson, but she smiled weakly and started shifting and moving and eventually managed to slide off her thong and immediately handed them to me. And then, extending her leg onto the bench, Paul dutifully snapped the anklet onto her leg.

I held her very damp panties up to my nose and inhaled. “Fuck, Pauly, does she get this wet for you?”

“Um…not usually Sir.”

“Hehe…doesn’t surprise me.”

Our food soon arrived and as we ate, I made a point of sliding my hand up under Heather’s dress to stroke her pussy now that it was free from its lacy confines. I found her very wet and in quick order had her hips involuntarily thrusting into my fingers as I brought her closer and closer to the edge. Paul was looking at her quizzically when I said quietly to her, “Why don’t you tell him what’s going on?”

Heather looked at her husband and replied quietly, “All through dinner he has been fingering my pussy and stroking my clit. I want to cum so badly, so, so badly.”

I looked around the room and saw no-one was paying us any attention so I pulled my fingers out of her dripping snatch and offered them to her. She took them into her mouth like it was the only thing keeping her alive and licked them clean. I looked over at Paul, smirked and chuckled, “I am going to fuck your wife so hard tonight.”

He simply gulped, looked down and said, “Yes, Sir, I know that.”

As dinner ended the server approached our table and said, “Are you guests of the hotel? Would you like me to just charge the meal to your room?”

Paul looked at me and with some semblance of pride said, “Yes, we’re staying this evening, I’ll take care of the check!” After he signed, I looked over to him and said, “Thank you little man, that’s kind of you. Now it’s time I repaid your kindness by taking you two up to the room and fucking your beautiful wife silly! Sound good, Heather?”

Her reply, husky with lust was a simple, “Ohhhhh fuck yes, please!”

I stood up and extended my hand to Heather. She looked momentarily puzzled, but catching up, took my hand and fell in beside me. Paul looked even more puzzled, so I spelled it out to him. “I want you to walk behind us, head down looking at that key on the anklet around your wife’s ankle and don’t say anything. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir, understood.”

We must have looked quite the site walking through the restaurant, then the lobby. Anyone paying attention would know exactly what was going on and I was hoping someone would notice. Not so much for myself, but more for the two of them. They, especially Paul, wanted to be humbled and put in his place. This public humiliation was all part of what he was looking for and while a pretty large part of me was feeling bad that I was responsible for it, I knew that it was what he wanted — what they wanted. I wasn’t about to judge it — whatever blows your skirt up I always say!

As we were passing the check-in desk a thought occurred to me. I pivoted and pulled Heather toward the counter and when the girl acknowledged me, I said, “How late is your room service open?” When she replied 11 PM I said, “That’s perfect, I’m about to work off the beautiful meal this couple just treated me to and by 11 I’m sure I’ll need something to fill me back up!” She shot me a knowing smile and we then continued on to the elevators. I could almost feel the heat of Paul’s blush of humiliation as we walked away from the desk.

Once the elevator doors closed and Paul had inserted his card to take us to the Executive Floor (Nice touch Pauly!) I immediately bent my head and fiercely kissed Heather. In her aroused state she immediately returned the kiss with as much passion as I was giving her and she moaned into my mouth when I unceremoniously reached under her dress to cup her naked pussy, which, by this time had leaked so much her legs were damp with her desire. Poor little Paul watched helplessly as his wife and I had a tongue-wrestling match until the elevator reached the proper floor. Not wanting to cause any embarrassment, I released Heather from my kiss as the doors opened, took her hand and exited the car past a couple who were waiting for it. They smiled amusedly as Paul followed submissively behind us. As we got to the room, I stood aside as Paul used his key card to give us access and he then stood aside as Heather and I entered first with him following behind. Heather looked at me with barely bridled lust, anticipating my next move, but I surprised her a bit by saying that I needed to use the washroom. What I was really doing was giving them a little test — Paul in particular. I walked through the room — it was a suite really and a very nice one. A sitting area with a separate bedroom that latin porno could be closed off by sliding doors. The bedroom had a king-size bed, a large picture window and a small balcony — all of this was perfect. I entered the washroom, relieved myself, washed up and went back into the room to see the two of them standing there, looking at me expectantly.

I sighed heavily, and said, “Pauly, you pathetic little fuck, how fucking short of a memory do you have?”

He looked at me puzzled and said, “I’m ahh…I’m terribly sorry sir, I don’t understand.”

“Well, it’s been what, two weeks since our first get together? You don’t remember my instructions for whenever we are together?”

A flash of realization came across is face and with that face reddening, he started to peel off his clothes until, in short order he was standing there, naked, save for the chastity cage entombing his cock. His almost hairless body, while pretty fit, looked boyish and small. His demeanor was one of being defeated, submissive, but I also sensed if the cage wasn’t around his cock, he’d be ragingly stiff — he was getting exactly what he wanted!

“Well now, that’s better — I’m sure you are more comfortable now aren’t you, little man!”

“Yes, Sir, it’s how I should be whenever you are in our presence.”

“Good boy, now be a good cuckold and do the same for your wife and I so we can get this party started! Oh, and by the way? That little transgression of yours is going to be costly — not sure exactly what yet, but you’ll pay for not remembering my instructions.”

Paul gulped, hesitantly approached Heather and started to undress her. I looked in her beautiful eyes and they were on fire. As Paul obediently continued his work, I said to Heather, “You know, my beautiful slut, if you thought last time was intense, get ready, because I have some very dark plans for the two of you between now and breakfast tomorrow morning.”

I saw a flicker of apprehension flash across her face. But she regained her equilibrium quite quickly and said, “Both Paul and I are here for your pleasure, Sir.” As she was finishing her sentence, Paul had completed undoing her dress and it fell, pooled around her ankles. He then bent to remove her shoes and she stepped of out them, leaving only her bra and her anklet. Paul looked up at me, motioned to the anklet and hesitantly said, “Um…Sir? Should I remove this as well?”

I chuckled, “Fuck no little man! That thing is going to stay on permanently as long as you two amuse me enough to keep me coming around. Now get that bra off of her — I need to see those tits that belong to me!”

He fumbled momentarily with the clasp and then, there they were. For a mid-fifties woman, she had a great rack. Hell, for a woman of any age, she had a great rack. Properly sized for her frame with small, pinkish areolas and nipples that were already betraying how turned on she was.

“Beautiful, as always, my little minx! Now, Pauly, please do the same for me.”

His willingness and enthusiasm to undress me was a bit surprising, but as he was working on untying my shoes, I motioned Heather over to me and pulled her in for a deep kiss, which she returned with barely held in-check desire. I reached down and cupped her tits, squeezing her nipples just hard enough to be uncomfortable, but not enough to be painful. I also ran my hands over her silken snatch, which was just as velvety smooth as the last time and I complimented her on it. She replied, “I know you like it so I wanted to please you!”

By now, Paul had taken my shirt off and was working on undoing my belt, which being happily affected, then undid the button on my khakis and slid them down my legs, leaving me only in my trunk-style briefs, which easily showed how aroused I was. I sensed some hesitation in Paul so I looked down and said, “Don’t stop now little man, you might as well get used to being up close and personal with my cock, because that’s going to be one of the underlying themes of the goings-on of the evening.” With that, he reached up, grabbed the waistband and peeled them down my strong legs. As he did, my cock flopped out, almost fully hard and grazed his face. As I stepped out of the last of my clothes, I grabbed the back of Paul’s head with one hand and my cock with the other and rubbed the underside of it all over his face.

“Do you smell that little man?” I said fiercely. “Do you feel how strong my cock is? How hard it is for your wife? Do you realize I’m going to possess her and there’s not a god-damned thing you are going to do about it, is there?”

He looked down and the floor and in a low, almost whisper-like voice said, “No Sir, there’s not”

I yelped with glee and walked over and sat down in one of the chairs in the sitting area. The two of them stood there, not sure what to do, so I said, “Well guys, first things first. Let’s just say that school’s in session. Heather, I remember from our first get together that you have some mad skills when it comes to giving head. Right now, I want you to teach that wimpy husband of yours some of those skills, because as this relationship develops, his body and my cock are going to get very well acquainted. So, the two of you come over here and give this cock some lovin’!”

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The Wrestling was the Climax

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I’m Tony. Life is good. Life has more variety than I ever dreamt of, because of a special weekend that changed my life for ever. Like all these things it started in a bar! Late on a Tuesday evening. Attached to sports club.

Some guys on the next table boasting — civil servants were the best sportsmen! Okay, they had just won the local five-aside soccer league. Fifth division. Really!?! Eight of them celebrating. Soccer is for wimps — we knew, we guys who worked in the local university research library. We’d just been practising in the cricket nets, ready for a match on the Sunday. There were only seven of us — four had to go home to their wives.

We told them what we thought of “uncivil serpents.” They weren’t that keen on nerds! It was the beginning of a great friendly rivalry. Truth was they were a great bunch of guys, and a great laugh — but the rivalry was serious. After that evening in the bar, we arranged to play them at five-aside — and got beat. They won the beer and bragging rights that evening. But they were no match for us at darts. Or table tennis. They were better at basketball. We won the golf tournament.

It started in our early twenties, and over the next three years we played each other at every conceivable sport and game we could imagine, some of them several times. And always ended up with the losers buying the beer in the bar. We even developed our own facebook page, and developed a surprising amount of followers, including family, friends, colleagues at work…

But we should perhaps have learnt a lesson. Yes, we won the golf, and darts, and table tennis. But they won the soccer, the seven aside rugby, the 10k race around the local park. We won the cricket — just. But they won the basketball and tennis. The signs were all there in the sports they were winning…

Then the big idea — not quite sure who had the big idea. Why not make a weekend of it? Have a great tournament weekend? Someone found a hotel with a sports complex, and access to the local sports centre. We could have a whole weekend of competing at different sports and games, and interlace it all with sun-bathing, laughter and beer. It sounded a great idea, and we all signed up. We convinced wives and girlfriends we would have a serious sporting weekend, we were set!

Typical of civil servants — they made a list and organised the events, timing, and passed it on to us. We read down the list one at a time: soccer, swimming tennis, running… Each had a description of how the competition would work. Then the last one — wrestling. Wrestling? They had put some notes. Each team would select one person to wrestle, and the fight would be to one fall. The sports centre had agreed to set out an area covered with soft mats for the fight. How come I was so stupid: I couldn’t think of an excuse for not doing it! Everyone else had trotted out an excuse! Some of them were pretty weak – “hurt my knee once fighting with my brother;” “I’m a pacifist…;” “My wife’s a pacifist!” “My grandmother was a pacifist!” There were eight of us, and seven apparently perfect excuses…and I couldn’t think of one!

In the end I decided that it was friendly, it was going to be a wrestle, but no-one would get hurt. I conned myself — I had a good wrestle with my girlfriend that night, and subdued her after a struggle — I think it was my crotch hold which did it…and she had a fall, and a submission as my cock plunged into her… it was a knockout.

The weekend was really good fun. We did play all sorts of sports and games. I was buoyant after winning the chess match. And coming suriyeli porno second in the ten kilometre run. And I did a lot of cheering of our other guys. And the beer wasn’t bad in the bar, and the food good. I knew I had to be ready — the wrestling match was the last event on Sunday afternoon. I had a lie in on the Sunday morning — the attraction of watching the volleyball match wasn’t high. I had a light lunch. There was only the wrestling, and suddenly realised my team didn’t have a lot of confidence in me. Anyway — even if I won, we had already lost the weekend. And they didn’t think I was going to win! Not surprised, I suppose — at Sunday lunch I found I was against Tom — Tom Hankinson. Tom was a great guy, friendly, warm. He was also captain of his Rugby club. And I had won the chess. I suppose it wasn’t a surprise most of my team simply found excuses to leave — excuses even more pathetic than the excuses that had landed me wrestling Tom Hankinson. Only Charlie who I got a lift with decided to stay — and he said he’d wait in the bar…

Well, even if there wasn’t a lot of team honour around, I had my honour.

At 3pm I appeared in the sports hall, in just my swimming trunks. Already there, similarly attired, was Tom Hankinson. Truth is, I’m pretty fit, but Tom was a bit taller, a bit more muscular, a bit more tough. Also there, sat on chairs were the rest of his team. Also there was the barman from the hotel, who had foolishly offered the referee at 11.30pm the previous evening.

It was agreed. We’d keep going until there was a fall. We’d all seen WWF wrestling and knew what a fall was! Whenever it looked like one of us needed a rest Dave the barman would call a pause to let us get our breath back. Don’t think he expected to lose a lot of work time on what he expected to be a short fight! He probably hoped he wouldn’t have to get an ambulance for me…

Actually, I did better than some expected. I had watched a lot of WWF wrestling. And when a teenage had done Judo for a few years. And while he looked a muscled hulk, I was a bit more nimble. We began to wrestle. I grabbed his arm and threw him! Then held him down in a headlock. Then grabbed his arm in a wrist lock while he was still on the ground. Then we rolled off the mats, and Dave the barman told us to stop and get back on the mats.

We started again. This time he got me first in a full Nelson. I tried to escape, failed for a few moments, struggled hard, but was beginning to sweat, and breathe heavily — as was Tom. I remembered something I’d seen on utube. I simply slumped to the ground, falling out of the full Nelson. I was free! No… It had a been a bad move — he simple fell on top of me and got one of my legs in a hold. I squirmed, we rolled off the mat again, and Dave the barman broke us up. I was doing better than I thought, than anyone thought, and I was really enjoying it! I think Tom was as well, particularly as it was more of a tussle than he expected.

Tom smiled, then dropped to the ground, grabbing my leg, toppling me over, and twisted the leg. It didn’t particularly hurt, but it was difficult to get out of. Then he grabbed my other leg, and was trying to turn me. I knew he was going for the Boston Crab — serious if you got in one of those…

I struggled and squirmed, kept sliding until he realised it wasn’t going to work yet. He let go, we both sat on the mats trying to catch our breath. Dave the barman declared it was the end of the round!

We continued for a second round, but it was clear Tom was beginning to get qiqitv.info the upper hand. He had me in a body scissors. He tried to hold my shoulders down. He had me in a headlock. Another full Nelson. I wasn’t getting him in anything despite struggling hard. At last Dave the Barman called a break. This time Tom leapt to his feet, while I lay on the ground panting hard. Dave’s mates also seemed to be getting more confident, cheering, applauding, telling him to finish me off.

At last a I got to my feet, and Dave the barman declared round three. It was more of the same. Head lock. Thrown, leg holds on the ground. I wondered why Tom didn’t just finish me off — I was well beaten.

He got me in this hold. I was lying on my back, he was lying on my arm, stretching an arm under my neck to hold my other arm. With his other arm he had grabbed my legs and pulled them up towards my head, grabbing them with his legs. Obviously going for a fall, which he couldn’t get because his own arm was under my shoulders. He couldn’t get the fall, but I was pretty well stuck. It was then I felt it. He had a free hand. He smacked my ass. Once on each cheek. Then he was running his hand around me ass, then pushing his hand on my trunks onto the crack of my ass: his hand was resting on, and pushing against my asshole through the trunks. His mates were cheering. I was stuck, couldn’t move, and felt his hand rubbing, then pushed against my balls. I struggled but there was no escape. His hand moved away for a moment, then I felt his hand going into the waistband of my trunks. He was fingering me. We had got so sweaty that I felt his finger pushing into my sweat lubricated ass, slipping through the ring.

I’d never done anything with a guy, but here I was being assaulted. I heard Tom whispering in my ear: “I’m going to fuck this little mancunt in a bit, because I can feel how much you are enjoying it.”I struggled a bit more to no avail.

At last he released my legs from his legs, and I let my legs fall back to the ground so I was lying on my back, held firmly by Tom. However, as he allowed my legs to fall to the ground he had held on to my trunks, and pulled them down my thighs. As I lay there my trunks were around my knees, showing everything. One one level it was okay — I knew I had seven inches of potential. On another level there were eight guys staring at my cock, some lustfully…

Tom simply held me there and grasped my balls in his free hand and squeezed gently. He was making me hard. I heard him him giggle. “My, sexy little Tony is enjoying this, the kinky little bugger. And buggered you will be, babe…” And all these guys watching, and hearing.

He grabbed my cock and was squeezing. My mind said for a moment that he knew what he was doing, that he was skillful. He was wanking me. He knew how to do it perfectly. Suddenly I felt that his sweaty body was the sexiest thing ever. And as much as I tried to squirm and struggle there was no escape. He was going to make me shoot… And all those guys were watching. Somehow it all made it feel even hotter…

His hand was stroking up and down my cock. He knew what he was doing — he was so good… I was twitching, my balls were clenching. Then. He stopped. His hand was gone.

It was instinctive to cry out. “Please don’t stop, please wank me, please make me cum…” I begged — it was so hot, I so needed it.

“I finish you off if you agree to let me and my mates fuck you.” Tom was enjoying his dominant position. He had started running his fingers gently up and down the front of my cock — it felt travesti porno amazing. I just wanted to cum. Never thought my hormones — lust – could take over so much.

I couldn’t resist. “Yes — please, please make me cum.”

“Beg for it.” Tom was waiting.

I would do anything. “Yes, please, I want you all to fuck me, please fuck me, fuck my asshole, fuck my mouth, please anything if you’ll make me cum.”

Tom grabbed my cock again. He was wanking me. I was moaning in pleasure. He was skilled — he kept me on the edge for what seemed ages as I begged. Suddenly his hand sped up, my balls were aching and squeezing, suddenly I was squirming, and shooting cum all up my front, as the guys there all cheered. It just felt amazing. I didn’t know I could come that much.

At last I felt like I was coming down from the most amazing orgasm ever, but Tom still had me in his grip. With his spare hand he was scooping up my cum and forcing it into my mouth. I’d never done it before. So humiliating in front of all these men. It tasted funny, but okay.

At last Tom seemed finished, and began to let my arms go. “Hand’s and knees babe. Remember what you promised.” I felt several hands helping me, turning me over, pulling me onto all fours.

I was too tired and weak to do anything but obey and let them. And my psyche said I had promised and begged.

It was so tight as Tom knelt behind me and put the tip of his cock to my ass hole. After rubbing it gently for a moment he had grasped my hips and thrust into my ass. I screamed — it was so tight. He waited until I relaxed, then I felt him sliding his cock deeper and deeper in to me, into my stomach. I had never done anything like this. Not had a gay thought. Yet I was being fucked. And it was the most amazing thing ever. Within seconds he was pumping his cum deep into my guts.

Before he withdrew Tom leant forward and whispered in me ear. “You’re the hottest slut I have ever fucked. You are such a sexy whore.” I loved the compliment. “And I think you have had a real fall so I’m the winner. And I’m the winner because I know whenever I need a boy slut I can give you a ring.”

For the next hour, or half hour — I didn’t know – things were a blur. I wasn’t allowed to move. Had to stay on hands and knees. And my asshole was fucked. Over and over. My mouth was fucked, and I loved that, and loved being made to swallow. By the time it had stopped my asshole was sore. Really sore. I felt completely exhausted.

It all felt odd. I was taken to the showers and washed down. I was helped to get dressed, and returned to Charlie in the bar who simply drove me home, though he only knew I had put up a good fight before I got beaten. We chatted — a bit.

Next morning at work I got an E.mail. “Look at the facebook page.” I did. There was a lot of pictures from the weekend. And then a link to a “special folder — the wrestling match” on some cloud storage space. I followed the link. There were a lot of videos. Of me being fucked, and wanked, and begging, and screaming in pleasure. And they had been clever with the video cam — the only face that ever appeared was mine. Videos that everyone who was in the facebook group could see — all 400 members.

Was it a bad thing? Maybe. Certainly changed things with my family — one day I might write about that! But it did show I have a good cock. And lots of women wanted to know if I was really gay. My response — I can show you if you want. And lot were happy for me to show them. Over the coming months I had fucked a dozen single women, and a few married, most of whom were more than happy to return for seconds and thirds and… Sometimes Tom and I got together. Loved that. And sometimes men tried it on thinking I was gay, and if they were nice about it, I would as well… It was the beginning of a pretty wild sex life…

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I Think My Mom wants to Fuck Me

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I think my mom wants to fuck me, but I can’t be sure. I mean, there is no way that can be happening, right? I must be pretty desperate to think something like that is even possible. It has been a while since I had a girlfriend. But lately, well, there are a couple of incidences that I just can’t stop thinking about.

I starting living with my mother again after my father passed. It was sudden, but not unexpected. He had been in intensive care for some time. He was the best father I could have asked for, and I feel that I never had enough time with him. I was always spending so much time trying to earn enough money to live on my own that I didn’t realize I was missing out on valuable time with my family. After I lost him, I realized how little time I might really have with my mother. You never know what will happen.

So I quit that terrible job, found something a bit more relaxed, and my mother was ecstatic when I asked her if she wanted some company. A lot of mothers would have wanted time to themselves, but she has always been very social, and I can’t imagine her ever living alone.

She was still active and vibrant, more so even than I remembered from childhood. She was athletic and somewhat tomboyish in nature, always very active and trying to do something. I had never met another woman like her. Her golden brown hair was bright and bouncy, and her eyes almost glowed amber, like honey. She wore a pink sweater and long brown skirt. There was a tan line where her ring ought to be. I wasn’t surprised, my father had been saying for a long time that she was not the kind of woman to do well alone, and he didn’t want her to waste any time if anything happened to him. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her being on the prowl again

“I get up at eight for my yoga tapes,” she said, “Do you want to join me? It always so hard to wake up so early unless I have a partner, and Jamie is out of town this week!” She seemed desperate. “Anyway, you can sleep in if you want to. I don’t want to be a bother. I can even get you breakfast in bed, like the good old days!” She seemed very happy about that. I had been worried that she would feel awkward about this. I didn’t want to interfere with her life.

“I mean, if you really want, I could use a good excuse to get up too.” I nodded. “I can work anywhere really, so long as I meet my deadlines. I can head on out to some cafe for most of the day if you have plans. Thank you so much for letting me stay again! Rent isn’t getting any cheaper around here!”

She seemed upset, but in a playfully way, “Stop thanking me! You’re acting like I’m sacrificing some big thing!” She smiled, “And please, if I’m not distracting you, I’d love it if you stayed in the house. It gets so lonely…” She stared into her coffee, then shook her head, “Unless of course, you want me to distract you?” She joked and winked, sticking her tongue out. “If you ever need to relieve from stress from work, I mean.”

“Haha!” I laughed because I didn’t know what to say. It was my first hint that something strange was happening. But then again, she did enjoy teasing me. I tried to turn off that part of my brain. I refused to believe my mother was capable of flirting with her son like that. It must have been some joke I didn’t get. “I guess we could do some gardening or something? Do you still do that?” I guessed that was what she was talking about. It was something we had bonded over in the past.

She gasped and clapped her hands together, “Right! It’s been forever since I tidied up your plot! It’s all covered in weeds now! We can fix it right back up!” She seemed very enthusiastic. “I can’t believe I had forgotten, last time I saw you plant something, you were just a little boy. Well, little-er. You’ll always be my little boy.” She smiled again.

“I am a man now, you know that, right mom?” I teased her.

“Oh, yes, I know that very well.” She took a sharp intake of air, “Mommy’s big man, all grown up.” She winked again as she sipped her coffee. “Maybe you’ll be dolling out the spankings from now on, hmm?”

“I guess what I’m saying is,” I got back to topic, trying to ignore the playful wriggle she made in her seat when she said that, “It would be great if we could do more things together.”

She thought about it, “So, you are saying you want to,” She made a face, as if the coffee were more tasty than usual, “Plant something?” She raised an eyebrow, resting her face on her hands. “In my garden? With me? Like what?” She gave another playful wiggle. “Honestly, it’s a bit unruly down there, I haven’t been keeping it up like I should lately.”

“Well, whatever you are in the mood for I guess?”

“Well, I certainly am in the mood. I have been for a while,” She mused, “I think I want something big. And hard.” She enunciated. “Let’s plant it deep.”

“Like a tree or something? Sure. I think there is a great place on the other side of the magnolia in the backyard.”

“In my backyard?” She asked, a little surprised. She seemed contemplative for a few moments before explaining, “I could do that if you wanted. I mean, it’s really minyon porno dirty back there, and I’ll need some time to clean it up first. And it’s been a long time since I planted anything back there, but I think I could get used to it again, for you.” she seemed insecure about it. “It might be a tight fit, but I guess that’s the appeal. It was something for special occasions when your father was around. We should probably practice with some small stuff first, just so I can get used to it again.”

“It sounds like a lot of work.” I admitted. “But if it makes you happy, sure thing. I trust you know what you are doing. Personally, I’m not that interested in carrots or tomatoes or anything. I’m too impatient.”

She smiled and shrugged “If you wanted to jump into the fun stuff, we can! We just need to be careful. We don’t want to damage anything.” Mom was always an environmentalist. I didn’t realize she knew so much about soil nutrients. “Actually, the more I talk about it, the more interested I get!” She seemed sold on the idea now, “It’s new and different. I’d love to do that with you. I’ll get to work getting it all clean and loosened up back there for you! Or, perhaps, you can help me if you gently plow it? I have some toys, er, tools that might be just right for the job.”

I agreed, “I guess anything we plant is fine, and anywhere for that matter. You know. I just want to be around you is all.”

“If that’s the case, is the front yard fair game too?” She looked relieved. “Thank goodness! I personally prefer it there myself. It is more dangerous of course. If something fruits from that, then, well,” She seemed bashful, “What would the neighbors would think?”

“Oh, yea, we did have a plot there too didn’t we?” I nodded, “Screw the neighbors though, when did we care about what they thought? It’s not like there are any rules in the neighborhood association about that.”

“My thoughts exactly.” She smiled as if they were on the same page. “Speaking of fruits, what do you think of mine?”

“Oh, the pears out front?”

“Pears?” She looked down, then up, and huffed, “Grapefruits at least!”

“We grew grapefruits?”

“Well, I did.” She teased, leaning deep and bending over the table.

“Oh. I didn’t realize we lived in the right climate for that. But yea, we could try that if you have it.”

“What about my hips?”

“Sorry? Oh! Rose hips! Oh, yes, I remember we made tea from that one year. Ripe, full, strong, and sweet. I think those hips are great! I’m glad you still have them!” She smiled and bounced in her seat again. “Is that bush still alive?”

She grimaced. “I’m not that old you know.” She mumbled. “Not yet.”

“Sorry?”

“Nothing.” She chuckled, “Speaking of bushes, do you,” She made circles with her finger on the table, “Want me to mow the lawn first?” She asked. “Before you start plowing through everything and start sowing seeds I mean?”

“Oh, I could mow it for you if you want.” I offered. “The front, up the sides, the back too. If you want I can do it every week.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and she leaned back, shaking her head with embarrassment, “No! No! It’s fine, a woman has to be able to do that kind of thing herself! I couldn’t let my son do that! It would be too embarrassing!”

“I insist! It’s the least I can do!” I said. “Besides, you always miss so many spots!”

She had a face that couldn’t argue with his statement. “So what If I miss a spot or two?” she grumbled changed the subject, “So, you like it short?” She asked, “Trimmed? Neat? Tidy? All over?” she sipped as she thought.

“Honestly, if I had my way, I’d pull it all out.” my mother spit out some coffee. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” She cleared her throat, “Just, uh,” She smiled and coughed slightly with a napkin at her mouth, “Your father was the same way. Very hard to please!”

“Ah.” I nodded, remembering him again. “Anything else you were interested in?”

She seemed full of ideas, “What about lunch?”

“Oh, I’m easy.”

“Not as easy as I’d hoped.” She rolled her eyes, “But I was thinking something creamy and salty.” She said, fantasizing.

“Like, mashed potatoes? Do you want me to help with that?”

“Oh that would be wonderful!” She giggled, “You can peel everything off, make it all hot, wet, and soft, cover it in oil and pound it till it can’t stand up. Then fill it till it’s overflowing with sour cream, and sprinkle with something salty.” She quivered.

“Cool. I can handle lunch then. Anything else you are in the mood for?”

“Well,” She thought about it, “What about dinner?

“I was thinking of eating out.” I said. “Lot’s of good restaurants re-opening around here, and I think this is a special occasion. Maybe that steak place?”

“You? Me? Eating out?” She asked. She wormed in her seat in thought, considering the proposal, “I hadn’t considered that. The last time your father and I tried eating out he said the meat was sour. I wouldn’t force you to go through that, but if you were really in the mood,” She continued olgun porno with a wry smile, “I could let you sink your tongue and teeth into something hot and juicy! I can arrange it at home. I have something marinating right now! It isn’t the most fresh I admit, but I promise I’m very experienced, and I can keep it moist and taste wonderful with the right preparation. You do like it pink in the middle right? Tight and soft all at once,” she mused. She must really like steak. “You could help tenderize it a bit first too, make sure it’s nice and pliable.”

“Well, if you are going to do all of that, need any help with side dishes? Or an appetizer?”

“Oh you don’t have to worry!” She shook her head, “There are a lot of options there.” She licked her lips, “For an appetizer, was thinking something spicy. I have some thick, saucy legs I can stir up that could use some attention. You could suck on those for a while.” She then asked, “For the future, do you like them more lean, or fatty? Just curious. Different men have different tastes.”

“Actually, spicy stuff gives me indigestion.” I admitted, “Though, I guess, for the future, lean is healthier I guess?”

“True. In that case,” She seemed disappointed but sympathetic, rubbing her thighs, “I have some nice, warm, soft buns you can try.”

“Oh. The round kind?”

“Oh, very. I’ve been working hard on them. Made them myself!” She waived her hand at her face. The coffee must have been heating her up, “I know it’s not the most healthy option, but I can put some soft butter in between them. Once it’s oiled, hot, and delicious, do you think you’d like to try putting your tongue inside that?”

“Actually, I’m trying to avoid gluten.”

“Avoiding Glutes?” She seemed startled, “Er, oh, right, gluten. That makes sense.” She laughed sheepishly. She seemed very red faced. “Then maybe we can start with you sucking around my ears-”

“Huh?”

“Corn.”

“Oh.”

“Once you lick them clean.” She hummed and took another sip of coffee. “Then you can nibble around my head-“

“Cabbage?”

“Exactly! A salad! And I’ll drizzle everything with a little bit of oil,” She seemed very enthused at that.

“What about dressing?”

“I have something I’ve been saving for a special occasion actually. It’s so light you can hardly tell it’s there, but it really improves the presentation.” She shrugged, “But if that isn’t your thing, I can keep it au natural. Just oil is fun too. Lot’s of oil. Especially if we’re still planning on doing something in my backyard tomorrow. In fact, I would insist.”

“I thought you were on a diet?”

“I know, I know!” She seethed, “I’ve been holding back for a while now! And I know I really shouldn’t indulge this much, but I can’t help it with you around!” She giggled, “I know it’s naughty but,” She admitted, “I’ve been fantasizing about sharing a big cream pie with you for weeks. I know a really good recipe, and we could make it together!” her face was blushed and her smile was quivering, “When your father and I made them, he never made enough cream for me to tell the truth. It was enough for most people, just a little on the inside. It was nice, but If I had it my way, it would be all over! Filled to the brim and dripping! I want to be covered in cream!” shuddered in delight at the thought. Then she shrugged, “But he was getting on in years, and it wasn’t good for him to go all out like that.”

“You seem to have this all planned out, but it sounds like a lot of work. You don’t have to cook you know.” I shook my head. “If it’s too much trouble, you can let me handle it! I mean, I get it, it’s your house, your rules, but I feel like I owe you, and I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Oh, I can let you take control if you want! It’s less work for me honestly. Your father and I experimented both ways with who was in control.” She said knowingly, “I can teach you what I know. We would have to make sure we’re being safe. Though, my preference is not using gloves or rubber or any of that. I want to be able to feel everything! And just so you know, I’m not afraid of happy little accidents.” she winked, “Oh! I can show you all my tools! There are some that I have never gotten to use yet, I bought them special just for you, but I’m very exited to try out! Now, If I got all tied up you would have to do all the work of course. But if you want you could also could rope me into service. Just make sure you keep me on a short leash, and don’t be afraid to be rough with me.” She lifted her eyebrows hopefully, “As I said, I’m used to it both ways. But if you were asking for my preference,” she was blushing, “It’s embarrassing for a mother to say, but I would definitely prefer that you take control! No pressure of course. You can just slap things together if you have to. but I’d love to see what you whip up.”

“Cool. What are you in the mood for?” I took a mental note of what groceries we might need.

“What do you want me to eat? If you are looking for suggestions, I was always a big fan of sausage. I think yours would be şahin k porno similar to your fathers. Though, anything would be better than the fake kind, I’ve had too much of that recently. I want it real and thick. It’s been a while since I had that.” She looked hungry, “And don’t forget the sour cream! You know I like that dripping down everything, and I mean everything!” She seemed very exited to get started.

“That seems a bit unhealthy.”

“You’re young, you can take it.”

“Right,” I shrugged. “Should I grab your head and ears at the same time too? I think I can handle the side dishes. If you are fine with eating all that at once?”

“Oh? You’re that enthusiastic?” She seemed enamored by the proposal, “I’m not sure If I could swallow all that down at once, but I’m willing to try! When your father did that he would sometimes make me gag, but with enough practice I think I could enjoy it!” She seemed a bit nervous, “Seems like a bit much for one night though.”

“How about a compromise?” I shrugged, “I don’t want you to do all the work. We can both work on side dishes together, taking turns on who grabs what. After that I’ll feed you the main course. Then, I’ll rope you into making that cream pie? I can help whip things up if you need help.”

“That sounds wonderful! Best of both worlds!” She swept her mouth to dry it after she realized she was drooling.

“Do you have a plan for that pie, or are you going in blind?” I asked.

“Oh! Good idea! I’ll try blind! I haven’t done it before, but I do love experimenting!” She could hardly contain herself, “I’ll be chomping at the bit too. You’ll have put all your strength into whipping it.” She chirped and shivered. Then, finally, she took a deep breath to calm herself down. “But, um,” She wondered aloud, “Do you think you can really handle my cream pie, after we have our way on your sausage? It’s a lot of work and I don’t want to pressure you. When it comes to meals, your father was a ‘One and done’ kind of man. This is a full plate we are talking about. We can pace ourselves. If we plan for too much, we can save some for tomorrow, or even the next day! No need to rush, we can go slow.”

“You know my appetite.” I shrugged, “There’s always room for more. In the meantime I could even munch on your grapefruits, that you apparently have.”

“Oh ho!” She grinned and looked to me expectantly, “I’ll hold you to that!” She seemed breathless.

“Do you need my help peeling or squeezing them or anything?”

“You can help me peel off and squeeze whatever you want, whenever you want.” She hummed before saying quickly after, “But again, it’s fine, by the way, if it turns out you can’t do all of this in one go.” She was understanding,

“Well, on the subject of food,” I snapped my fingers, remembering, “What about Breakfast? Do we have any eggs?”

She rolled her eyes and took another sip of coffee after she mumbled, in a mocking tone, “‘Do we have any eggs’ he says.” Still under her breath she continued as she put the cup down, “You sound just like my mother.” She growled, “I told you I’m not that old!” She added, a bit more self conscious, “Not that I need that to date again,” She made circles again on the table, “But it would be great if I could grow something, maybe one last time?”

“Uh, sorry?” I wasn’t sure how I offended her. “If there is something wrong-“

“Nothing wrong with my eggs!” She said quickly. “I’ll show you tomorrow young man! My garden is still fertile, and we can grow whatever we damn well please! My neighbors and my mother be damned!”

“Sure thing mom!” She nodded like a woman on a mission. I cleared my throat, “So it’s settled.” I made the plan, “Tomorrow, we’ll do yoga, mow the lawn, and do some planting, I’ll handle lunch and cook dinner, and you handle dessert? I’ll get my work done between all that.”

She seemed very exited. “Seems like a whole lot for one day,” she started, “Front, back, top, bottom. Are you sure you can get to all that for me?”

I laughed, “We’ll start slow, and we will see what we are comfortable with. How about that?”

“Sounds like a plan.” She mused, “Let’s just make sure we don’t wait too long for that cream pie? The clock is ticking after all.”

She seemed a lot more blushed after this discussion, but very happy about it. The coffee must have been very hot, and very good.

—

I felt a bit like a kid again. By the time I woke up there was already a plate beside my bed. Eggs, bacon, toast, and a sliced grapefruit. I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to work so hard, but part of me knew that she was enjoying every minute of it.

“Good morning~” I heard outside the door with a knock. I quickly hid my lower half, only dressed in boxers, with a blanket as she entered. “I forgot to bring your milk!” She said as she entered. She put the glass against her chest and wriggled as she said it.

I had forgotten how casual she was in her own house. It had gotten worse, I suspect, with her living alone now. She had always been the type to prance around with little modesty. But it must have been laundry day or something, because this seemed extreme even for her. She was wearing a small white tank top that stopped above her navel and a white, lacy pair of panties that hung on her hips. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything else under that top.

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Penn kneeled before him as he inspected her naked body. He used his riding crop to skim her body. Up her arms, down her backside, the leather slid across her skin. He inserted the end between her thighs and pushed her right leg outward, signaling Penn to open her thighs wider. As Penn complied with the motion, she felt herself growing wet. He circled her again.

“Of course, I’ll want her shaved.”

June nodded from the side of the room and noted his request on her clipboard.

“I want her hair in soft curls for the next week. I may change my mind later, but for now, curls, I think.” June again scribbled on her clipboard.

Next, he took the crop and lightly tapped Penn on her rounded ass. “Stand,” he commanded.

Again, Penn followed his request and again, she felt aroused.

He walked close to her and brought his face to her neck. He inhaled deeply before he took a step back. “Lilies,” he stated. “She’ll wear the essence of lilies.”

And with that, he turned and exited from the room, the soft red carpet cushioning his footsteps.

A few minutes later, Penn, wearing a robe, was following June through the large house. While she hadn’t been instructed to be quiet, Penn knew that this was not the time to ask the millions of questions running through her head.

They walked down the central stair well and entered what felt like an entirely different world. The lights were dimmer. The red carpet was replaced with cold marble tile. The quietness of the previous floor was replaced with the sounds of people and socializing. Penn tried to gather everything in. June began to fill her in and ushered Penn through the first door on their right. The entire south wing of the floor was a room of at least 30 single beds.

“This is the dorm,” June explained. “You’ll sleep in here unless it’s been decided that you’ll spend the night elsewhere.” June pointed over to a empty bed a few feet from the door. “That’s your bed.” Penn noticed the few people still sleeping in the room, and quickly deduced that the sleeping quarters were co-ed.

Without another word, June turned at left the masturbasyon porno room, following for Penn to follow her.

Down the hallway, the two came to the female bathroom. Giggling came from inside.

“Hello ladies,” June sang as she entered the room. She was greeted with similar words by the women at the sinks doing their hair and make up. There was a row of stalls to the right, directly across from a row of sinks. June pushed the door to one stall open and made sure that Penn noticed the presence of a bidet. Penn looked questioningly at June.

“They’re in each stall,” June said. “They’re the best way to stay clean. You’ll learn to use them eventually.” She led Penn behind the wall of the sinks where the room opened up to the steam filled communal showers.

Penn was surprised by the beauty of the two women who were showing in front of her. One woman, with gorgeous full breasts and short blond hair, had a tattoo on her back of the Golden Gate Bridge. The other, a shorter petite woman with long red hair, smirked when she say Penn notice the presence of her clit piercing.

And with that, June was leading Penn back out the bathroom. Immediately, they entered a large closet and June pulled the light switch overhead.

“This is where you’ll find all your grooming products. Everything you should ever need should be here. If by chance you need something and it’s not here, just ask and we’ll get it. You’ll see, on this shelf, we have razors, that shelf has all the hair products… oh and don’t forget the nail polish,” June said. She reached in the back of a bin on the left and pulled out a small bottle with clear liquid inside. “Here’s the essence of lily that he wants you wear. You’re lucky. No one else currently wears that — you’ll stand out.”

Penn reached out and grabbed the vial, holding it tight in her palm. She was so nervous. Was she really ready for this? Was this really for her?

They continued walking down the hallway, passing rooms with doors open and men and women laughing and talking and crying. The final stop for Penn was her shared mature porno room. June opened the room and let Penn enter first.

“This will be your room. You share it with four other girls. This closet is yours. All your clothes will be here in an hour. That’s your desk. Make sure you keep this clean. Remember that you have to keep up with your classes — but no one will listen if you complain because of all the academics you have to do.”

Penn nodded as she looked around. June ripped a page off her clipboard and handed it to Penn. “These are your instructions for today. Make sure you follow them to the letter. He won’t be happy if you don’t. Meet him at the top of the central stairs in 2 hours. Don’t be late.” And with that, June was gone.

Penn looked at her instructions.

1. Shave your legs and underarms.

2. Shave your cunt.

3. Wear essence of Lily.

4. Wear your hair with soft curls.

5. Wear make-up — waterproof mascara or no mascara.

6. Wear the robe you are wearing (and nothing else).

Penn’s heart raced.

Penn looked at her watch. She was 5 minutes early. She stood at the top of the steps, thinking of how her day started.

****She stood, blindfolded, hands tied behind her back, against the wall. She had no idea where she was. She knew there was people in the room, but she didn’t know who or how many.

“Is she a virgin?” a man with a deep voice asked.

“No,” a man answered.

“Has she ever been with a woman?” the deep-voiced man asked again.

“Not that she told us.”

“What is her experience with anal sex?” a woman asked.

“She’s never even experimented. The idea of it grosses her out and it’s not something she lists as erotic.”

“Any health concerns?”

“No.”

“Is she on birth control?”

“Yes. She’s on the ring, but she also uses condoms.”

“She’s very hairy. Has she had a master before?”

“No. But she watched Secretary and found herself very aroused by it.”

“What is her level of sexual satisfaction?”

“She enjoys pleasing someone. milf porno She enjoys sexual stimulation but is unsure if she’s had an orgasm before.”

“Excellent candidate. I’m excited for this one Jon.”

“As am I James. There’ll be a lot of interest in this one.”***

Penn’s heart was racing as she stood at the top of the stairs. Obviously, he had been there at her private showing before her auction. Penn wondered which questions he had asked. Penn wondered if he had been the one who asked permission to pinch her left nipple. She remembered how good it had felt when the man rolled it between his fingers…

And then, suddenly he was standing there in front of her. He looked her up and down.

“Come with me. First, you’ll have your exam. I’ll supervise.”

He led her down a hallway and into a doorway marked “Exam Room 1.” Penn stood reserved, in the doorway. The room was relatively bare. It had white walls, cupboards on one wall and an exam table in the center of the room.

He looked at her with little sympathy. “Take off your robe and get on the table,” he said firmly. Penn could barely move she was so nervous. Slowly, she slid off her robe and hung it on the hook by the door. She approached the table and stepped up to the end. Before she could climb up, he grabbed her left arm and spun her around. He put his lips to her ear and whispered “when I tell you to do something, I expect you to comply, quickly and appropriately. Understand.”

Penn nodded.

“Good. Now get on the table. The doctor will be in soon.”

And with that, the doctor came in the room, shutting the door behind her. Penn was surprised to see that it was the red-haired woman from the showers. The doctor skimmed Penn’s chart as she rolled her chair to the table. Penn scooted back from the doctor, nervous by the proximity of the beautiful woman.

“Greta, I think I only want a basic today,” he said. She nodded in response as she pulled the stirrups out from the table.

“Lay back and put your heels up,” she instructed. Penn complied.

“Now scoot down.”

“More,” the doctor demanded, growing impatient. “There you go honey,” she said when Penn’s pelvis was hanging off the table, her vulva and anus fully exposed.

“Penn, I don’t want you to move through this procedure. If you do, I’ll be punishing you” he said. “Do you understand?”

A tear slid from Penn’s eye as she nodded.

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Starring Christmasy massively-mammaried minx Hilda Humper and her holiday-inspired twelve-inch titanically-dicked son Henry Humper in:

“I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Claus” Written by Victor C. Nathan and Chantal Lefleur Edited by Victor C. Nathan

“Jiggly balls! Jiggly balls! Uhhh, uhhh, fuck! Jiggly as you thrust! Ohhh! Oh, what fun it is to fuck as you play with my big bust!” Hilda Humper sang, naked on her back as her dangerously large titties flopped up and down on her body while the mall Santa worked, while he literally jammed his long prick in and out of her vagina, both of her legs bent and up in the air. “Come on, Santa! Ohhhh, that’s the way to fuck me! Hump my pussy and make my boobs bounce! Ohhhhhh, shiiiittt, yeeeaaaahhh! Fuck me like you just found a big-tittied elf you got lucky with!”

“Oh, Miss Humper,” the mall Santa, who was named Joe groaned as he pounded and plunged inside her long tunnel of pussy and occasionally cupped one of her knockers. “I’ve never seen any elf with tits as big as yours! Ohhhh, yeah! How does that feel?”

“Like Santa’s planting the North Pole right up my cunny!” she swooned, fingering her moist nub as he pummeled her huge-breasted, huge-bubble-assed body like a dream. “I hope those kids at the mall won’t miss you too much! Tee hee hee! But who cares about ankle-biters when you can get fucked, right, Kris fucking Kringle?”

“I’m sure they do miss me, Miss Humper,” the mall Santa answered earnestly as he thrust in and out of her love canal a few more times. “I had better get back there soon before they find out I’m gone and fire me.”

“Tee hee hee,” Hilda giggled, wrapping her legs tightly around Joe’s torso and crossing her ankles behind his back. “Let the little bastards wait. I don’t give a shit. What’s more important, my orgasm or those little snot-nosed greedy brats telling you what they want for Christmas?”

“Ohhhh, don’t tempt me to stay longer, Miss Humper,” Joe managed, capturing one of her bouncing breasts by the nipple and areola and latching on like a hungry man at a buffet. “You don’t want me to lose my job, do you?”

“No, Santa, but little Hildy has Santa’s weeeee weeeeee on her Christmas list,” Hilda swooned as Joe jacked his cock up and down athwart her, making a squishing sound as his manhood worked her natural juices in and out of her pussy and caused her bazoom bouncers to careen around like fucking crazy. “Doesn’t Santa always try to make sure little girls get the gifts they want for Christmas, even the ones on his naughty list? Ohhhh, yeah, fuck me!”

“Ha ha!” the mall Santa laughed, finally planting the full length of his sausage of a wiener balls deep in his bust-gifted lover as the semen streamed out of him at last. “Aaaaaahhhh, that feels good, Miss Humper! But you are no ‘little girl’, ma’am. There is nothing little about you except the size of your waist. But you are definitely very naughty.”

Hilda too orgasmed and then they were done. As she helped Joe get back into his Santa suit for work, she toyed with his penis and kept shoving her horny headlights against various parts of his body. It was then that Hilda heard the front door downstairs open and then abruptly slam shut.

“Mom, I’m fuckin’ home and I’m as horny as shit!” her son Henry yelled unashamedly as he strode into the house.

“Wow, you fuck your son too?” Santa Joe looked at her as she zipped up the fly of his red pants and cupped his pecker and sack, the one not filled with toys as she rubbed her glorious naked tits against his stomach.

“Oh, Joe, I fuck anything with a penis attached to it, baby,” Hilda informed him unashamedly as he got in one last lascivious grope of her inflated chest. “Now you better go be merry and quit thinking about your elfhood now. We can take care of your big candy cane again after Christmas. I put my phone number in your pants pocket, you dirty horny fucking Santa.”

“I had fun, Miss Humper. Can we do this again sometime?” Joe inquired sincerely as he still gawked at her big bouncy boobs. “I mean, it’s not every day that someone like me gets to meet a hot, horny woman like you, he he. Especially not a hot, horny woman with a rack as big as yours.”

“Tee hee hee, Santa,” Hilda responded sweetly as she pushed her boobs aside momentarily while she leaned over to put her shorts back on. “Anytime, sweetie pie.”

Hilda walked out of her bedroom with Santa, wearing only her shorts, her ponderous, pendulous flesh puppies swaying wildly with every step, bouncing up towards her face and down again to hit her chest, making a loud slapping noise.

“Hey, Mom,” Henry greeted his heavily-titted mother as he met them halfway up the staircase. “Who’s your new friend?”

“Henry, sweetie,” Hilda replied politely as her bazooms bobbed with every step. “This is the mall Santa, Joe. Joe, this is my son, Henry.”

“Hey, Santa,” Henry said in an amused voice, looking at his mom’s amazon melon knockers knock into each other as he tried to qiqitv.info hold in a snicker. “Looks like ol’ Saint Nick just got some pussy, huh? Did you come down the chimney or just in her? Ha ha ha!”

“Nice meetin’ you,” Joe managed with a little embarrassment, glancing back for one more eyeful of her honeydew honkers as he reached the door. “But Henry, man, I don’t blame you for going to bed with your mom. I mean, if I had a mom with boobs that big, I would bang her till she rattled, conventions be damned.”

“You got that right, Joe,” Henry agreed, moving towards his mother and squeezing both of her round buoyant boats of titmeat without shame. “But give her a call when you need to get some, okay? Mom’s pussy is a fun place to put your wee wee, as you just found out, I’ m sure. Have a good one.”

“You too, Henry, and Hilda, it was wonderful poking, er, I mean meeting you,” Joe stammered, donning his Santa cap and then darting out the door.

“Mommy’s fucking Santa! Mommy’s fucking Santa!” the eighteen-year-old male Humper sang annoyingly to his mother as he smacked her proud mams in turn.

“Alright, Mom,” Henry said with a low chuckle as he pawed at her ample assets with his large hands. “How on earth did you end up fucking the mall Santa? I thought you were trying to get your last minute Christmas shopping done.”

“Well, tee hee hee, Henry,” Hilda giggled girlishly as she placed her hands on her chest plumpers and juggled them up and down. “I was shopping for a few hours when I walked past the Santa’s Village they have set up out there at Rosewood Mall and saw Santa sitting there with a bunch of little kiddies lining up to tell him what they wanted for Christmas. I figured I’d give him my list too, ya know? I mean, if the kids can tell him what they really want, then why can’t I? Anyway, I got to the head of the line, sat down on the big guy’s lap and his eyes nearly bugged right out of his head when he stole a look at my knockers, tee hee. So I leaned up really close, pushed these big babies of mine right up into his face and whispered my wish list right into his ear, tee hee. You should have seen how red he turned. It was a naughty motherfucking wish list too, sex toys and whatnot! It was just too fucking funny, but I guess ya had to be there. Plus, I did get all the gifts I needed for Christmas, and we can open some of those fuckers tonight.”

“Well, you just gave Santa a good rogering,” Henry said huskily, leaning in to kiss her bare neck and to pinch and grope her bare but firm gobs of gazonga globe as his crotch rubbed against her body. “How about a little you and me?”

“A little you and me what?” Hilda told her boy with a laugh, her little pair of shorts hugging her big ass while her wobbling monstrous boobs and the rest of her were so liberated and blessedly nude. “Awwww, does baby want Mommy to give him the Santa treatment? Awwwww, that is so ceeeuuuuteee, little baby boy.”

“Not half as cute as you look in that little tiny pair of jogging shorts,” he replied, kissing each of her expansive areolas in turn. “Or as cute as those ridiculously large tankers of yours look all naked as a jay bird on Christmas Eve.”

“But Henry,” Hilda said with a deep sigh, her bodacious boobage jutting out provocatively in front of her, causing Henry’s trouser snake to leap with anticipation inside his Levi jeans and Fruit of the Loom underwear. “It’s Christmas Eve, baby. I have to get all these presents wrapped and under the tree. I have to get the food ready for tomorrow and then I have to clean up before Granny June and Grandpa Ward arrive tomorrow morning. I can’t take the time to play with wee wee right now. Can’t you take him into your room and shove that old Chelsea Charms video into the machine?”

“Awww, but, Mom,” Henry whined, lowering his head to suckle one of her pert pink nipples as his hand strayed in the direction of her pubic bone, rubbing her private area salaciously through the thin fabric of her shorts. “I don’t want Chelsea Charms, Mom. Her boobs look too fake. I want your boobs, cause they look real.”

“They are real, baby. Tee hee. Every fucking inch of my fleshy boobs are real,” Hilda told him sweetly, drumming her little fingers on the inflated crotch of his blue jeans. “It’s just that I have so much to do to get ready for tonight.”

But sure enough………..

“Oh, baby boy, that thing looks so swollen,” the busty Humper observed, lying on her back still wearing only her shorts as she rubbed a whole handful of lotion into her skin, slathering it back and forth between her J-cupped gems, getting it slippery down where the cleavage got deep. “That’s one mean looking Christmas erection, Sugar Wean. Oh, shit, but it’s swollen up, Henry. So big and thick and long and ready to get slippy and slidey.”

“Are you ready, Mommy?” Henry asked anxiously as he jammed his now fully tumescent organ between her gigantic globes, seeing himself disappear within the deep canyon of her cleavage kızlık bozma porno until his entire organ was gone from his view, surrounded on all sides by the soft, smooth and slippery flesh of her marvelous mammaries, his finely down-covered testicles slapping at her taut abdomen as he began to move up and down within the firm grasp of her slickly lubricated cleavage cunny. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” His fertile fuckstick foraged in her deep, dark cleavage, running into Hilda’s tongue as she jutted it out to lavish oral attention on the apple head of his pee wee as it briefly appeared at the top of the canyon. There was a distinct noise, a sloshing, waterfall kind of noise as he worked it vigorously, traveling up and down the corridor between her two roomy flesh pillows, almost as though he were a child again, enjoying a ride on the Slip-n-Slide that Hilda had bought for Henry and Harriet when they were little.

The entire twelve inches of Henry’s hose of a horsecock penetrated Hilda’s bare chest, horizontally touching the place between her two bounty bazooms as she gripped her cute cans with both hands and curled them around his long trunk to make the slide, though slippery and noisy and fun, a tight one.

“Slippy Mommy your sticky, tee hee hee!” Hilda tittered as he plowed her topsy swervy titters at that moment. “Slidey Mommy your mansy meat stick, tee hee! Oh, it squeaks loud as motherfucking, titfucking shit when you titfuck me, baby boy! Work your Wean Machine a little harder and I’ll suck ‘im as he moves!”

“Oh, and to think we might have left all this off for wrapping silly consumerist gifts!” Henry exclaimed, cramming and jamming his severely swollen stalk between the two oasises of teatsiedom that he gave a squeaky, loud and humorous wee weeing to. “And I come home and find ‘Mommy’s fucking Santa! Mommy’s fucking Santa!’ Ohhh, fuck, I’m gonna dick your triple-J wee wee fuckin’ tits so fuckin’ hard, you naughty strumpet! Ohhhhh, uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk, it feels so good in here!”

“Tee hee hee,” Hilda giggled, her big bags of boobflesh quivering and shaking with each spasm of laughter. “I wonder what my baby boy has in his big ol’ Santa sack, tee hee.” Reaching down with her dainty hand, she gave his dangling gonads a gentle squeeze. “I think that Santa sack of ours is full of lots of treats for Mommy!” Hilda stroked and kneaded his scrotum as though she were rattling a gift to try and guess its contents. “I bet there’s lots of my baby boy’s ooey gooey sticky shit, mmmm,” Hilda moaned, sticking her tongue out at the appropriate moment to give Henry a quick “wiggler” in his urethral orifice that made Henry groan out loud at the sensations that coursed through his body. His rigid planting tool continued to ply its way through the tight flesh trap formed by Hilda’s gigantic globes, made even tighter when she loosened her grasp on his trouser snake and pressed her breasts together to form a tighter sheath around her boy’s male organ.

Henry placed his hands at the side of her jumping, currently fucking teats and then began to buck hard at the waist, the ‘eek, eek, eek’ of hard wee wee on soft lubricated boobie flesh resounding throughout the spacious bedroom. Hilda in turn leaned her head slightly forward and took the first few inches of his dick into her mouth and got a quick suck in as he pounded her cleavage with his leaky protruding peter.

“That’s it, baby. Pound ’em! Fuck ’em hard!” the mother encouraged her well-hung boy, as his foot-longer started slipping and sliding faster and faster, now slipping and sliding in and out of her mouth as well. “Give Momma’s boobs and her mouth a good fuckin’, big guy!”

“Ohhhh, ohhhhh,” Henry managed, working like a skillful logjammer, ramming his tree between her holy Humper hills. “Just keep your Santa-suckin’ mouth open wide, cause it’s about to get a mouthful of magical holiday semen! Ohhhhh, shiiiiittttttt, ohhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk! I almost can’t turn back now, Mom!”

“Let it out, baby. Let it all out,” Hilda urged, lapping at a droplet of pre-cum that leaked from Henry’s pee pee pole’s wee wee hole. “Give it all to Mommy, baby. Empty that big ol’ Santa sack.”

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Henry grunted, finally losing the ability to stave off the inevitable and giving in and letting go. Huge amounts of rope-like strings of sticky baby batter were ejected forcefully from the huge apple head of Henry’s wee wee as Hilda guzzled, drinking him down as fast as she was physically capable of doing, her oversized hooters bouncing and jouncing while she made a valiant attempt to capture and enjoy every single morsel.

“Oh, Henry,” she was finally able to say as the thick stream became merely a dribble again and she could use her tongue to wipe her lips and chin. “Baby, I love your balls! That was some huge fucking Christmas treat in that sack of yours, Henry, tee hee hee.”

“You got that titterfuckin’ right,” Henry agreed with a satisfied sigh of orgasmic köylü porno satisfaction, having finally found sexual relief and release, euphoric and cathartic as it was between his mother’s colossal udder jubblies and inside her mouth and throat when she finally drank from his penis. And the fact that it was the holiday season only made it feel like one big up close and personal present, a sweet sensual gift to his wee wee for Christmas. But the boy and his hulking huge high school cock were both quite sure that his busting-to-the-ceiling mother and her overwrought orbs were a gift that would keep on giving, and then giving and giving and giving some more sex, whether it was boob sex, mouth sex or just plain old honey cunny sex. Henry Humper hauled his sleek well-working organ from out her mouth and then from out her deep mysterious cleavage and toppled to the bed beside her topless and top-heavy body that was now speckled with cum.

“You did that well, Henry,” Hilda observed with a smirk that smoldered with sexual possibilities yet to come. “And motherfuck it all, if your dick isn’t heeeuuugeerrr than shit, pardon my grammatical liberties! Tee hee hee!”

“It’s because it’s Christmas, Mom, ha ha,” Henry laughed, giving his overendowed mother a gentle poke in her left breast as she instinctively reached out with her hand to stroke and fondle the large private part between his legs. “Everything is more generous at Christmas, even Mr. Wean. That was sure some motherfucking fun shit.”

“Yes it was, baby,” Hilda sighed, leaning back against the pillow and closing her eyes, just relaxing and savoring the feel of his hands as they pawed and played with her gigantic jubblies as she continued to tickle and tease his male appendage, surprised that it was already standing nearly at attention again, even though it had only been mere minutes since their last sexual interlude.

“Mommy, he’s hard again,” Henry told her, stating the patently obvious.

“Henry, I know, sweetie. But I’m tired after all the Christmas preparations. I’ve been cooking and baking and buying and wrapping for days now and I just don’t feel like being at your pecker’s beck and call all the time. Can’t you just lie here and play with my titties or something? I know Mr. Wean is needy, sweetheart, but even mothers need a day off every now and again.”

Looking decidedly downcast, Henry nevertheless continued to paw playfully at her fleshy lady lumps, tweaking the nipples and occasionally lowering his head to give each a playful nip with his teeth.

“Oh, Henry, that does feel fantastic, sweetie, but can’t you just lie here and snuggle with me for awhile? Good grief, that fucking fucktool of yours seems to need my attention all the fucking time. I’m glad Harriet can take over for me sometimes, otherwise you’d wear me the fuck out.”

“Oh, I’m sooooooo haaaaarrrrrrrdddd, Mommy, so very hard,” Henry said in a voice of pleasured relaxation as he basked lazily in the feel of her predictable hand rubbing up and down on the part that mattered most, only one of his hands now sampling her own substantial skin floats of flesh.

“Ohhhhh, I know it is, baby,” Hilda huskily replied, as he haphazardly fondled her sweet as honey damn big delectable pair as her own hand slid delightfully up and down on his organ, her sensitive fingers savoring each thick delicious vein that networked along the surface of his horsecock. “I know it is, baby, cause I feeeeeel it.”

“Ohhhh, I feeeeeeel it too, Mommy Mams, and it feeeeeeels so good, you slathering your hand to and fro on my big ol’ piece of penile pipe, I mean. Oh, Mommy lover!”

“Oh, baby! I mean, don’t you know I wouldn’t even give a shit if you didn’t buy me anything for Christmas, Henry. Yeah, rub my tittie good. Don’t you know that I practically live for what you’ve got down here between your legs? That would be Christmas present enough for me. And I don’t just love it cause I fuck it and suck it. Baby, I love it for what it is, what I know it can do, even on Mr. Wean’s off days, like when you are studying Shakespeare at school or some shit. And I would say it’s the best Christmas present a boy could ever give his mother. I love it most because it’s attached to you, sweetness. Nah, that’s not totally true. I mainly love it cause it’s so biiiiggggggg!”

“Well, I don’t think the Christmas turkey is the only fucking thing getting stuffed this year,” Henry declared arrogantly as he rose completely from his back and attempted to slide down Hilda’s shorts so that he might undress the lower half of her busty and fulsomely voluptuous body while his monstrous cock jutted proudly and largely from between his legs, solid and ready to insert itself inside her vagina. “Oh, yeah, Mommy. I’m getting a ‘piece on earth.'”

“You sure are getting a ‘piece on earth’, tee hee. And it’s a heavenly piece of ass too! Oh, Henry, Momma’s got a lot of good will towards men too,” Hilda giggled with a swivel of her swinging bazooms as she allowed her son to take down her jogging shorts to gain an unobstructed view of her bare pink pussy, the wonderful space he would soon shove his foot-long shaft into.

“You got a lot of good will towards men, and manhoods too. Ha! Ha! Merry Christmas, Momma. I love you.”

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Tell Me No

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Tell me no.

Tell me You are on Your way here, that i must be ready for anything. Tell me to wear my hair up, so You can pull it from its pins; my skirt must be full, so breezes will blow away my modesty. Choose light colors so the forecasted rain clouds that are storming overhead will surely soak through my gossamer dress and reveal the lack of appropriate attire. Bring nothing, as my needs and wants and desires and fears will be met before sunrise. Command my terror and I will deliver it to You, willingly.

After You arrive, be appreciative but firm, a kiss on the cheek to let me know You are pleased my slight frame in a pale cream dress. Nod abstractly at the blond wisps of hair already escaping their bonds – ready. Frown slightly at my more practical footwear – rain is no reason not to wear sandals. Suggest i change. (i will, of course.)

We will get into the waiting taxi and You will lean into to whisper some secret delight awaiting us, only to laugh softly at my eagerness to know my future. You tell the driver an address i don’t know, and lean back – suddenly very absorbed with Your Palm. i will wait, knowing to be good, but sit slightly closer to You as the minutes pass.

Suddenly we are here – wherever that is, and after paying, You take my hand and we walk in the warm summer rain, which relaxes us both. We will stop before a large brownstone and ring the bell, and You will turn and say ‘now remember, be a good girl’ and reach out and clip a thin chain to the necklace I have on always, … always ready. We will enter.

Tell me to kneel, tell me to crawl and not worry about leaving raindrops on the oriental carpets. qiqitv.info Tell me to stay, and wait; place a kiss on my head and leave me alone in the antechamber kneeling up, slightly shivering, arms behind my back, knees apart – dripping slightly from the rain. Walk away to the party i can hear in the far rooms.

Tell them to come and they will, young nymphs already naked, brunettes with long eyelashes who will smile at me and help me strip to nothing, brush my damp hair. You will tell them to get me ready for You and Your friends. And they will; they will pull on my nipples until they are tight nubs that ache with the slightest touch. They will lick slowly down my spine until they come to my cheeks – they will push me to all fours and continue – licking and prodding until i relax enough for them to kiss me there and open my rosebud to their attentions. They will check to make sure that their favors are rewarded by my laboured breathing and my slick entrances and pull me by my chain to the group in the further rooms.

Tell me You will come and claim my leash from the girls and kiss my lips softly. Tell me You will lean in close and whisper – this time telling me that i will be ravaged, taken, and made to exude joy. i will shudder, and hope.

You will lead me to a seating area where other men like Yourself are reposing – You will offer me a sip of wine from Your glass as i kneel up beside You. While i savour its woodsy base, You will begin toying with my very sensitive nipples. The others will laugh and at my small gasps, and some will wander off to find their own playmates. But others will stay and watch You. They will watch You brazzers attach delicate chains from my collar and fasten them to clips on my nipples that are fitted with small weights shaped like teardrops. i will sit very still. You will wrap silk around my eyes. And then you will wait, discussing stock tips with day traders while the initial dagger pinches become aching, focused lines of heat that send flames through my sex.

You will sense my need, but only point it out to the men you are chatting with. They will suggest attaching the chain linking my nipples to the appropriate bolt in the ceiling. They suggest attaching straps to my ankles and attaching these to other bolts hidden in the thick plush carpets. You will acquiesce, and then slide long gloves onto my arms, and use their laces to attach behind my neck. You will pat my cheek and declare me beautiful.

You will leave me there as scenery for a while – letting me feel my openness, adjust to my bonds. Anticipate. i would drift for a while then come to when i receive the first blow. Thwack – there is a – thwack – rhythm to the –thwack – paddling i receive. I count twenty before it stops and hear my breathing more ragged, my ass on fire. my tears haven’t started yet, though. Hands will hook my crossed arms overhead and i will feel fingers brush my new welts, tracing the crisscrossing pattern.

There will be no warning. Crash through my body will come the first flail of the flogger, this time no pattern, this time it is everywhere. i won’t find escape this time, and knowing this starts my tears. You will have wanted me to feel the full spectrum tonight – and fake taxi porno You know that for me, pain will make the sweetness more pure. You will let it continue until i am gasping. It will stop, and again the hands will caress, soothing away the tension in my muscles, easing lavender oils into my skin. I will be allowed respite.

You will offer me more sips of wine. You will tell me how very strong i’ve been. You will release my legs from their bindings, my arms from their hook. My nipples will find agonizing relief at their freeing. You will be very gentle as you ease me down to the rugs and reattach me prone to the floor. You will be back, you say, and make sure i’m comfortable.

Girl’s hands will wake me from my drowsy state, more oil and massage, more prodding and easing until i feel a nudge against my rectum and a vibrating push until i am filled with the thrumming. My ears will be kissed, licked. A small tongue darting from the edge of my ear to then graze lightly inside. Then that same tongue will delve lower, and kiss my outer labia, then dart inside to taste my coming pleasure. I will hear my breaths coming ragged then, close to release, only to be extinguished as suddenly, the attentions depart. Even this bittersweet pain is close to joy.

You will announce you have returned. You will release my legs, and attach a spreader bar so I am wide for You on all fours. Patting my vibrating anus, you will suddenly spear into me, bringing me instantly to the edge of orgasm. Others are returning to the room, and one man will kneel before me. Tell me to suck him, and i do, while he twists my aching nipples. I am close, but I need you to approve. Tell me to cum. Tell me to cum – oh, and I do, as you push from behind, and release, as the man in my mouth releases, too. I am vanquished, my body one pulsing, heated embodiment of happiness. Tell me there is more.

Don’t tell me no.

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The Tutor gets a Lesson Pt. 02

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Following our initial explosive encounter (as well as my first sexual experience), Aaron and I fell asleep huddled in each other’s arms. After about 30 minutes, I woke up and carefully exited the bed so I would not wake up Aaron. I looked at his beautiful, muscular body sleeping quietly and, once again, I felt a twinge of lust. His strong chest was furry but not overly hairy and I so loved how that hair trailed down to his long dick. But now was not the time for sexual adventures. We had come to his cabin to prepare for our History mid-term and I was determined to get busy with our studying.

After a quick visit to the bathroom to pee and wash up, I returned to the bedroom where I threw on a t-shirt and my jeans. Then I gently climbed onto the bed and kissed Aaron on the cheek. Slowly he opened his eyes and smiled at me. “That was very hot,” he said.

“Yes, it was,” I responded as I could feel the cheeks of my face blushing.

Aaron reached up from the bed, grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the bed. He kissed me gently on each cheek and then asked: “Was that really your first orgasm with another person?”

Looking down at the bed, but away from his face, I nodded in the affirmative.

Stroking my uncombed hair Aaron told me that he felt honored in being able to be my sexual tutor. Smiling, he mused if I might be ready for my next lesson. However, I stood back up, rubbed my hair back into place and informed Aaron that our first order of business was studying for the exam and we were going to get started in five minutes.

“Your self discipline amazes me,” he said while frowning at me. “However,” he continued “I guess that is why you have such a good grade point.”

“Perhaps,” I responded. “But you are an athlete and you understand self discipline. So, get up. get dressed, grab your book and notebook and meet me out back. It’s still a nice afternoon outside and we can study out there.”

Aaron sighed and then stretched out his arms as he yawned. “OK, teach,” he joked. He then hopped up and off of the bed and smiled seductively at me as he flopped his penis up and down with the palm of his hand.

Soon we were both outside and delving into the rise of fascism across Europe in the 1920’s and 1930’s. We studied the notes from our class lectures and quizzed each other on important dates and events.

The sun was setting and the air had turned much cooler. We decided that we would continue our studies over morning coffee but now it was time to prepare dinner. Aaron rolled out the grill and filled it with the charcoal briquettes. As he worked on starting the fire, I went into the small kitchen and got the hamburgers ready.

Although it was a bit chilly, we decided to don our sweatshirts and enjoy our dinner outside where we could watch the stars make their appearance. As we were about to sit down to our meal of hamburgers, potatoes and corn on the cob, I went to our cooler to get a cola. Aaron laughed when he saw that and told me to put it back. He then walked over to where I was and extracted two bottles of beer.

“This goes a whole lot better with a burger than that boring cola,” he said as he handed me one of the beers.

I was not much of a drinker but I decided that it might be fun to change things up and have a beer with my meal. Aaron was clearly an aficionado of the beverage because he managed to consume three beers during our meal while I nursed the one he had given me.

Following dinner, we built a small fire in the firepit. As it began to glow and blaze Aaron sat down next to me. He had a bottle of bourbon and two small glasses. He poured a bit into each glass and handed me one. I told him that I had no experience with bourbon and thought it best to stick with a cola.

“Com’on,” he laughed. “We worked pretty hard today and I don’t mean just on our school work.” He winked at me as he handed me the glass. “Besides,” he continued “it will warm you up inside.”

I took a sip of the bourbon and winced as it went down my throat. Aaron laughed out loud and yelled: “That a boy!” After the first sip I realized that he was right. It did warm me up. Soon my glass was empty and Aaron poured a little more into my glass.

As we sat enjoying the fire, Aaron put his hand on my leg and said: “That was one hot session we had this afternoon. Did you enjoy it as much as I did?”

I could feel my cheeks blush but I just assumed that was the bourbon working. Avoiding his eyes, I nodded my head in agreement.

“You’re so shy about sex,” Aaron chuckled. “I like that. It’s kind of sexy. You’re shy but I think you know what you want.” he continued.

Looking up at him I didn’t say anything but the twinkle in his eyes along with the sly smile on his face made my stomach churn a bit. porno Was I nervous or was I just hopefully anticipating a new lesson from my sexual tutor?

“You know,” said Aaron in a low voice “you have a great ass. It’s round, plumb and it fills out your jeans very nicely. I’m sure that Sarah Trenton would agree with me.”

“Sarah Trenton?” I squeaked. “Why would you even mention her?” I asked.

“Com’on!” he cackled. “Why do you think that she always sits right behind you in history class? She waits for you to come in and sit down. Then she can watch your beautiful butt as your luscious cheeks plant themselves at your desk.”

Now my face was beet red. “You’re making that up!” I accused him.

“Oh no I’m not!” he shot back. “I’ve watched her face and her eyes as you sit down. I’m surprised that she hasn’t reached out and grabbed those firm buns of yours. Who could blame her?” As he finished speaking he reached over and gave my thigh a pinch.

Laughing heartily, Aaron took a big gulp of his bourbon. The fire had dwindled down to a few small, smoking embers and he threw some water and dirt on it to complete it’s extinction. Looking at me with his endearing smile he said: “Let’s go inside Mike. It’s getting cold out here.”

I stood up and stumbled a bit. Aaron caught me and laughed. “Not much of a drinker are you,” he chuckled. He put his arm around my waist and, with his other hand grabbing the bottle of bourbon, we made our way into the cabin.

Once we entered, Mark put the bottle down on the counter and drew me in against his hard body. Smiling, he gently kissed my neck. I moaned with delight and threw my arms around his waist drawing him in even closer. He kissed me tenderly and I felt his hands drift down my back until they came to rest on my ass. He patted each cheek and just smiled at me.

The bourbon was having an effect on my decision making. As he squeezed my butt he kissed me passionately. I could feel his hard dick pressed against mine. This was all so new for me and I was both excited as well as a little scared. Aaron clearly sensed my apprehension and just whispered in my ear: “Relax. I think you are ready for your next lesson.”

He removed his hands from my backside and in one rapid motion he pulled my sweatshirt up and over my head. Pushing me gently against the wall he undid the belt to my jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. His fingers glided over my erect cock that was pushing against my briefs. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the feel of his fingers. He pulled me close again and brought his mouth down onto one of my nipples. I gasped and my feet slipped on the floor but Aaron held me tightly.

His mouth continued to work on each nipple while his tongue performed a sensual dance teasing and exciting me. I was sure that my dick was going to rip through my jockey shorts.

Before I knew what had happened I was now without clothes except for the white briefs that covered what remained of my modesty. Aaron held me close to his body and I could feel his fingers reaching under the waistband of my briefs and sensuously tracing the crack of my ass. He nibbled on my earlobe and I moaned in delight. “Time to move this party to the bedroom” he whispered.

He released me and I started to walk toward the bedroom but I began to once again stumble as I put one foot in front of the other. Laughing, Aaron caught me and guided me to the wall next to the bed. Once there, he turned me around so I was facing the wall. He pressed his still clothed body against mine and I could feel his hardness pressing against my butt.

With his fingers inside the waistband of my shorts he slowly lowered them until they rested at my knees. Crouching down, Aaron placed one hand on each of my bare ass cheeks and began to massage them. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to get lost in the delightful sensations of his touch. Then, I felt a something different. It was Aaron’s warm breath on my backside as he kissed and caressed my ass.

“Sarah Trenton can ogle you all she wants,” he growled “but I’M the one who gets to see and touch these magnificent globes.”

Aaron lowered my briefs to the floor and he instructed me to step out of them. Carefully, he turned me around. As I did so, my erection slapped him on his face. He chuckled and grabbed it with his left hand. “You are one thick boy.” he whispered as he greedily took my cock into his mouth.

I grasped the wall with my hands to keep from slipping and falling. The room was spinning slowly and I was immersed in a wave of pleasure such that I had never experienced. Aaron’s tongue circled around the sensitive head of my penis while his fingers tickled my balls. But he sensed the coming volcanic eruption and he gradually withdrew and stood anime porno up to face me.

Smiling, he pressed himself against my naked body and declared: “Now that was the warm up exercise to our main lesson. So far you are doing very well. However, now I am going to tutor you in a very important lesson.”

Holding me tenderly, Aaron walked me to the bed and laid me down on my back. Then, standing near the bed he began to slowly undress. From time to time he would pause to bend down and lick my engorged penis or kiss my stomach. I simply closed my eyes and reveled in the intense pleasure surging through my body.

When I opened my eyes, Aaron was standing naked at the edge of the bed. His long erection extended from his beautifully muscled body. He walked over to his overnight bag, pulled out a tube of some kind and then returned to the bed.

Gently, Aaron straddled my body. Smiling at me he asked: “Do you trust me. Mike? Do you understand that I want to teach you about what pleasure can feel like?”

I closed my eyes and nodded my head as a way to signal that I understood. He bent down and kissed me gently on my lips. Then, placing a hand on each of my hips, he instructed me to turn over onto my stomach.

I lay on my stomach in the semi darkness of the room. It was quiet and I closed my eyes so that I might be able to take in all of the sensations I was experiencing. I felt Aaron place a hand on my ass. As he did so, I heard him whisper: “Truly magnificent!” The feel of that strong hand on my bare butt made me squirm with delight and I spread my legs a bit so he might have a better view.

Aaron noticed my response and now had one hand on each of my ass cheeks. Slowly he parted them and ran his index finger down the center of my backside until it came to rest on my anus. I groaned loudly and was glad that we were in a cabin in the woods and not in Aaron’s apartment where the walls were so thin.

As I squirmed with pleasure on the bed, I could feel Aaron’s breath on the crack of my ass. With my cheeks spread wide the cool air of the evening was soon replaced by his warm breath and then a new sensation. I began to feel Aaron’s tongue gently tap back and forth on my exposed hole. Never had I felt such an intense pleasure. I immediately brought my right hand underneath my body and grabbed my hard dick.

Aaron saw that move and gave my right cheek a slap. “No playing with yourself young man.” he said. “We have a ways to go with this lesson.”

I pulled my hand away from my erection and refocused on his hot tongue as it worked its way along my anus. My groaning intensified and after a few minutes the tongue washing ceased. Aaron released his hands from my bare ass and grabbed the tube he had brought over from his overnight bag. I began to turn over so I might face him but another slap on my butt told me to remain in place.

However, I did glance over my shoulder and was amazed at the sight of Aaron’s erection. His circumcised dick was both long and slender. He noticed my gaze and winked at me as he uncapped the tube in his hand. “What is that?” I asked.

Aaron smiled as he showed me the tube which read ‘KY lubricant.’ “This is what doctor’s use in their offices so it will work well for us.” As he spoke he grabbed one of the large pillows. He instructed me to raise my hips up. I did as he told me and he placed the pillow under my stomach. “Now,” he said “you’ll be a little more comfortable.”

What followed was a long silence which was finally broken when I heard Aaron whisper: “Mike, you have an incredible ass. It’s so meaty and plump. This is going to be a sweet pleasure for both of us.” As he spoke he applied a small amount of KY to my anus. His finger on my backdoor felt remarkable. Then the finger slowly entered. I gasped.

“Relax” whispered Aaron. “Try to breathe and relax. Don’t clamp down on my finger. I promise I will go slowly.”

His words sounded reassuring so I followed his instructions and took a deep breath. As I did I felt his index finger penetrate further into me. I began to squirm a little but Aaron placed his other hand on my back and simply whispered: “Relax.”

Soon I began to feel an amazing sensation. Aaron’s invading finger felt good and my dick grew even harder. I spread my legs a little further apart and Aaron said: “That’s it. Legs apart and breathe.”

Aaron’s finger continued its exploration of the deep, sensual place on my body as it probed a bit here and there. Gently withdrawing a little and then pressing forward. I moaned with ecstatic pleasure as these gyrations continued. Then, as if gauging my own rhythm and sensations, Aaron slowly and carefully withdrew his finger.

I lay there, my hips resting on the large pillow arap porno so that my ass was on full display for Aaron. I closed my eyes and waited for further instructions from my sexual tutor. While I waited in position, Aaron applied a generous amount of the KY to his very rigid cock. When he finished, he leaned over and kissed the back of my neck and said: “Time for the next major lesson. Pay attention.”

With one hand on each of my ass cheeks, Aaron slowly parted them and carefully placed the tip of his erect penis at my lubricated backdoor. I felt a bit of pressure and then a relaxation. This pattern continued for a few moments until my anus surrendered and the head of Aaron’s long dick found its way inside. I buried my face into the bed an yelped but Aaron did not retreat from his initial entrance.

Slowly and methodically Aaron pressed onward as if his erection was an invading army moving with determination toward ultimate victory. It pushed past my sphincter and continued forward. Every now and then he would pause and rub my back and ass. If he felt I was beginning to clamp down or resist he would smack my bare ass with his hand and command: “Relax!”

It was now clear that Aaron was completely in charge. He held securely onto my hips as he pushed forward. Then the forward assault stopped. Firmly but gently he brought me up until I was on my hands and knees. Holding me steady he used his hips to thrust in another inch. I gasped but he said: “We’re almost there.”

Then, as if sensing that the moment had arrived, he pushed the final inch of his cock into me. I yelped. It was a cry of subdued pain along with a cry of intense pleasure. “Can you feel that?” he inquired. “That’s my balls pressed right up against your beefy cheeks.” And then, leaning over my impaled ass and in a voice almost an octave lower, he declared: “Now I’m gonna take your tender cherry and give you the plowing that you so richly deserve.”

Holding onto my hips he began to thrust. At first his movements were slow and measured. Then little by little he began to increase both the speed and the length of his thrusts. I gripped the bedding and relished the feeling of his full testicles slapping up against my bare bottom. Every now and then Aaron could feel my muscles tense up and grab his rigid dick. So, as any good tutor would do, he would give me a firm slap on one of my ass cheeks and remind me to relax and let him do the work.

Without missing a beat to the rhythm that he had established, Aaron reached under my belly and grabbed my hard dick. “Wow.” he exclaimed. “You are really thick and really hard. Plus, I feel a little pre-cum on my fingertips. I’ll bet you are getting close.” I nodded my head and moaned. Aaron laughed and gave me another playful slap on my rear.

But clearly I was not the only one approaching orgasm. Aaron had accelerated the pace of his thrusts and his grunting had increased in both volume and intensity. He began to gasp and in a loud voice yelled out: “Mike! Mike! This is it pal. This is it!” Holding firmly to my sweaty hips he pushed his hard dick all the way in and, as his body shook, I could feel the hot cream begin to fill up my insides.

My own erection began to twitch and I knew that I too was close. Aaron sensed it as well because as his body continued to shake he reached around and grabbed my rock hard dick. It only took two short tugs and I began to shoot all over the bed. My body began to buck and rock and I yelled “Aaron” over and over again.

When it was over I collapsed onto the bed. My butt was still raised up by the large pillow under my hips and Aaron’s penis was still well planted inside of me. Ever so slowly he began to withdraw and once free, he rolled over and collapsed on his back next to me. For several minutes we lay there without speaking. Aaron’s hand lazily caressed my ass.

Once he had caught his breath Aaron went to the bathroom and returned with some towels. He gently rolled me over and carefully cleaned me with the fresh towel. I opened my eyes as he worked and I could see a smile of satisfaction on his face. When he finished, he placed another towel on the wet are that I had created and then he walked over to the closet and returned with another quilt. He instructed me to get under the covers and then placed the quilt on the bed.

“It’s going to be cold tonight so we will need this quilt” he said. I told him that I had packed pajamas and asked if I should put them on. Aaron laughed out loud and climbed into the bed next to me saying: “We’ll stay a lot warmer like this. Skin to skin is far better than pajamas.” As he spoke he pulled me close to him and kissed me tenderly.

“That was absolutely amazing” I said. “Did you enjoy it as much as I did?”

Aaron reached over and turned out the small lamp by the bed. He embraced me again and said: “Not only did I enjoy it, but I think you earned yourself another A+.”

I turned on my side and Aaron drew me in close to spoon me. I sighed and was soon fast asleep.

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