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Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 22

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Lynne was getting along great with his mother. She loved teasing him about how his mother loved her. He was getting jealous. She and Linda spent long times talking on the phone when she called for Leif. Linda would give her gardening tips. She’d send his mom pictures to show how her garden was doing.

His mom was really looking forward to their visit now. And, she wanted to taste some of Lynne’s creole cooking, that she’d learned from her Grandma. She could have killed Leif for making such a big deal about the way she cooked on the telephone. Now she had some serious expectations to live up to! His mother had mapped out a whole list of things that Lynne needed to see, since she’d never been to California.

She was happy that the two of them were dating. But she’d slip in reminders that they were both young and had their whole lives ahead of them. This was also a time when they should be finding their passion in life. Lynne reassured her that their shared love was making their life passions stronger. And, also that they were not forgetting to experience the rest of the world, although these days, their worlds were wrapped up in each other.

His mother told her that they would be very comfortable during their stay, and she was not at all old fashioned. She knew that they slept together, so she would be putting them in the guest cottage where Leif used to stay right before he moved out. Lynne almost dropped the phone with embarrassment. On the other hand, she thought it was wonderful that Leif and Linda had such an open relationship that he could be honest, and be himself around her, and not have to hide any portion of who he was. She envied him.

And she was relieved that his family, at least his mother, was so receptive to their relationship. It didn’t seem there would be anything standing in their way as far as race relations on his side of the family. If there were any problems, it would be due to personality conflicts as they got to know each other. Those were easier to deal with than racial problems.

She was also looking forward to spending the Christmas Holidays with Leif’s parents, because it would be her first, real Christmas. Her family eschewed material gift giving’s and celebration at Christmas, as part of their church religion. Christmas was not holy, because it had become commercialized. It also, according to their church lore, was not on Jesus’s birthday. So, it was always a bleak time in Lynne’s home with a simple dinner and no gifts. But, what was most hypocritical of all was the way her father spoiled her, and her mother with every gift under the sun as soon as January 2nd rolled around. So, it was almost Christmas. It just wasn’t on that day. What a hypocrite! It was still commercial shenanigans.

Lynne hadn’t told Leif all of this. She was embarrassed. She wondered why her family could not be normal, like his family. One thing she’d always looked forward to, was the Thanksgiving Holiday. While they did not call it Thanksgiving, they called it Family Dinner day. And, instead of Turkey, they had chicken, but all the usual trimmings. She felt hurt, and sad, knowing that they would probably not be inviting her over during the Thanksgiving holidays, even though she was their own daughter, because she had broken ranks with their church.

She started planning her own, fun informal Thanksgiving dinner that included Leif, some of his bandmates, and even Janelle, who wouldn’t be able to make it home to her parents in Chicago because of a deadline for the political column she wrote for a New York Paper. So, she was ever so surprised, when she was preparing baked catfish, smothered in hot sauce for Leif, while he followed her around in the kitchen like a puppy, playfully getting out pans, ingredients, feeling her up, and messing up stuff, when her iPhone rang, and it was her mother.

Leif had never talked to her parents before, and when he figured out it was her mother, his curious blue eyes were staring her up and down trying to figure out what was going on in the conversation. She didn’t talk about her parents much, just let Leif know that their relationship was not open like the relationship that he had with his parents, and that they were very disappointed in her, and there were problems in that relationship.

He heard her starting to decline the Thanksgiving dinner, and he said softly,

“I’d like to go,”

Lynne looked panic stricken. She could have killed Leif.

She shook her head no back and forth and he shook his head yes, and then even threatened to take the phone.

She looked at him with wide eyed shock.

“Sure…sure Mom, I guess I’ll see you Thursday,”

She hung up the phone and glared at him.

“Damn it Leif! Are you happy now. Ugh! I don’t want to go back to that Damn house for Thanksgiving I want to spend it with you. With my new friends and family. You and your crazy assed band members and my best friend,” said Lynne.

“Oh Lynne, honey, you can’t keep hiding from them forever sweetheart,” altyazılı porno he added lovingly, kissing her forehead.

She playfully head butted him.

He chuckled.

Then reached over and lazily began tickling her arm pit while she shrieked and squealed with laughter.

“Stop that! I’m not hiding from them,” she said with an exasperated voice.

She and Leif had this conversation before.

“Like hell you aren’t! Don’t you think it’s time that you told them about me sweetheart? After all, my mom already likes you more than she likes me. Damn it if you’ll be calling her mom and she’s still fucking Linda to me,” said Leif.

They both chuckled.

“It’s different with daughter’s Leif. She just had you and your old ass big headed, as you describe him, brother, and she never had a daughter before. That’s what she said anyway. So beautiful. Can’t wait to meet her. But…but it’s different than my family. I love my parents, but they are fucking weirdos. You just wait. Wait’ll you see what you’ve gotten us into. And…And the color stuff. Man. I don’t know how any of it is gonna go down. At first I thought I’d be nervous with your Mom, and being black and all, but it’s no big deal. But wait with my parents. It is so many things. It’s color, it’s religion. It’s dreadlocks. They are fucking weird and it’d be better if you don’t meet until after we have three babies!” fumed Lynne.

Leif chuckled.

“Do you know how cute you are when you get all passionate and hype…because you like something, or you are nervous. It can’t be that bad Lynne. We love each other. And even if your relationship is strained, they are still your parents. They made you….such a lovely woman. I want to get to know them. You need to tell them sweetheart. We don’t live in a bubble. Just tell them, and we’ll feel so much better. Then we’ll get all stuffed on turkey together and have such a good time,” said Leif with a chuckle.

She knew he was teasing her.

And she just rolled her eyes.

***

“So I’ve been thinking about this living arrangement of ours Lynne, a long time, and frankly it doesn’t make sense,” said Leif one evening when they were walking home after his show.

“What living arrangement? I mean it’s kinda cool, we have two apartments,” said Lynne with a chuckle.

“Yeah…we do…and things get left behind in one, and then we both have to run to the other persons home to pick up shit. Babe, we practically live together. Haven’t spent a night apart since we’ve been dating. We just bounce back and forth from apartment to apartment. And…I can’t imagine not waking up next to you in the morning. Plus, there’s the issue of two separate rents that we are paying, when we could be just paying one,” said Leif.

“Leif, I’ve got a lot of shit though. All my vintage records, all my old video game systems…my Nintendo, my Atari. What about my piano keyboard too? My Mac,”

Leif cut her off, stating-

“Not to mention all the millions of pairs of clothes, and shoes in your closet, you are like Kim Kardashian or something with all those fucking clothes. Yeah, I know you got a lot of junk and shit. But I think we can fit it all in my apartment for the time being,” he said.

“I’ve got a lot of junk and shit? Me? You’ve got quite a few videogames yourself, all that guitar shit, a few junky assed guitars, that junky bass, all those cables, wires and stomping pedals. Let’s not even get into all your basketball crap…oh and your dreadlock maintenance shit all over my bathroom counter…you have quite a bit of junky assed shit yourself mister,” said Lynne.

Leif Howled with laughter and Lynne snorted.

He loved when she put him playfully in his place.

Loved their shared humor. He loved the slight urban flavor of her speech too. Junky assed shit. It was hilarious even if she busted on him.

“Okay, so I’ve got some junky assed shit too…I’ll admit it Lynne, but we can figure out places to cram it all until we get a bigger place. Plus, you could stop paying that rent on your place and save for a really nice demo. You’ve wanted a real demo for a while, and you deserve it. Just help out with groceries and utilities, and shit, and that still takes a huge load off of me financially, and I know it would help you out too,” said Leif.

“Leif…I…I love you but I…”

“But what baby. I mean we almost live together right? Don’t you…don’t you wanna know that we can’t go running back to our own apartments if we have a great big fight. That we have to stick tight and work it out because there is no place to go,” said Leif.

He’d just thought about the fact that they hadn’t even had a major fight yet.

“Isn’t that like marriage though…that’s what marriage is about,” said Lynne softly.

“It certainly can be what marriage is about…and as serious as this thing is getting sweetheart, we need to figure out what we are doing…this living together stuff can help us figure out the next step,” said Leif.

He mobil porno wanted to start getting plans together to really propose. Living together, and especially if she paid for groceries and utilities could ease some of his financial strain while he saved for an emergency fund. He’d feel much better about marrying her being a little more stable. A few months extra cake, just in case.

“Yeah. I agree. I just…I don’t know….I never saw myself living with a man. I just…I always thought I’d be married if I was living with a man. Then again too, up until a few months ago, I never thought I could fall in love with a man, and here I am so…maybe it’s an idea worth considering,”

“Lynney, you don’t think you live with me now,” said Leif chuckling.

“No, we don’t live together. I still get my mail at apartment 605. It’s cozy and we spend every night at each other’s apartments, and I’m very much in love with you, but until one of us moves our junky assed shit into the others home and leaves a forwarding address, I don’t think we live together yet. It might feel like we live together, but we don’t live together officially,” said Lynne.

“It’s a technicality. We practically live together and you know it. I’ve got pantyhose and shit drying in my shower. I’ve got pink sponge rollers and wrapping paper in my dresser. Just a technicality,” said Leif.

“But an important one. I…I never thought I’d live with a man I wasn’t married to, I don’t want to be that kind of girl,” said Lynne.

Leif smiled. He was going to remind her of this conversation when he gave her a glittery engagement ring. But just to see where her head was at, he played along.

“Say what you want, but we are living together honey, whether we want to say otherwise because we live in separate apartments or not. Besides, did you know, did you know that my parents weren’t married until I was ten? And I have a brother ten years older than me. My parents have been living together for thirty-two years, and they’ve only been married for twelve years. My brother and I were at the wedding. The reception was a barbeque in the back yard. But they really married because taxes were eating them alive as the business took off. But you won’t find a happier couple. Love isn’t in a piece of paper Lynne…it’s in your heart,” said Leif.

“That…that might be true, but the commitment of marriage, that says everything about the seriousness of a relationship, and the level of, love and trust involved,” said Lynne, as they walked into her apartment building.

“Sometimes it does. And sometimes not. Sometimes boyfriends and girlfriends like us are more faithful than couples who have been married for dozens of years. But, that having been said, I think a beautiful woman like you does deserve a princess day, and a pretty marriage license someday if it makes her happy…let’s her know that her man loves her with all his heart, and will stand by her. If…If it’s done for the right reasons, marriage can be beautiful,” he said looking down into her soft brown eyes.

“Leif, you are as smooth as butter. Nice recovery,” she murmured softly kissing his top and bottom lips.

And Leif grinned inside. Part of the conversation he had to downplay the importance of marriage was to serve as a smoke screen, so she didn’t ruin his surprise for her, right before their exciting Christmas vacation plans with his parents. The other part was because; saving to get a decent ring, and build an emergency fund was killing him, on top of his other bills.

But he loved thinking about surprising her with his special news. She would never see it coming.

He couldn’t wait to see what her reaction would be.

But he almost felt certain that she would say yes.

***

Lynne was nervous as hell. She hadn’t wanted to introduce Leif to her parents at all. Not so soon. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of Leif. He was the most beautiful person she’d ever met. But her parents, and her environment growing up had been very strange. She hadn’t felt comfortable explaining everything to Leif, but her parents were a lot different than most parents. Lynne did not want Leif to think she was a weirdo because of her background. She didn’t know how to explain things to him very well, so she thought she’d use the hour-long drive as an opportunity to explain things to him.

She also hadn’t told her parents that he was coming to visit. She didn’t tell them, because she didn’t know of a good way to explain to them that she was dating someone who was not only of another race, but was not involved in her parents religion, or in fact, any religion. Not that Leif didn’t believe in a creator. He loved and respected all of God’s creatures. He also believed that the sensual was entwined with the spiritual, and lying in bed with him, with the special things they shared sometimes felt like a spiritual experience. It wasn’t just naughty. He made her feel divine. The orgasms with him almost felt religious. He made her feel like sex izle a grown and beautiful woman. Leif was giving, caring, gentle and trustworthy, and everything good that she was taught to value and respect when she was growing up. Leif just was a non-traditionalist. But her parents wouldn’t understand that.

She didn’t know why she cared so much what they thought. Until she moved out of their home, Lynne had always done a very good job of living on the edge of their rules, doing what she wanted to do, but hiding it from them. Drinking, smoking pot, carousing nightclubs, and her parents had no idea what she was doing. Lynne was sure they were a little more aware of what she was doing now, and, if she was singing in nightclubs, she was no longer their little angel. And, since it seemed that she no longer wanted to live by their rules, whether inside, or outside of the home, they’d cut off their association with her, drastically. That was why the invite to their “Family Day”, had taken her by such overwhelming surprise. She half thought that part of the reason that they wanted to see her, was to try to run an intervention on her, and try to convince her to go back to their church.

She was their only child, and in a lot of ways, she felt burdened by their ideals for her. She was glad that she’d made a clean break, gotten out of their overbearing, restrictive house, but deep down, she still wanted them to love her. They were the only family she’d ever known besides the church family.

Now she had a family that she’d created, and carved for herself with Leif, and Janelle, and other friends that she loved, but deep down, she wanted her parents to love her, even if it meant that she couldn’t be herself around them. She didn’t think she had the strength to admit to them that she really had strayed from the church, and the life that they’d wanted for her. Leaving the church family and living with a man without marriage was considered immoral, and had consequences that Leif would not understand. It was already scandalous that she’d left her parents home so abruptly and was singing in nightclubs, chasing after a recording career.

And she’d moved clear across town to get away from the nosey, peering eyes of her church congregation, from people who had the power to seriously alter her life with her family, if they had any idea that she was spending nights alone with a man, practically living with him, was smoking dope occasionally, and cursed like a sailor sometimes. She felt as though she’d fallen woefully short of the type of person that God wanted her to be.

But Leif thought she was an angel, innocent like snow, and it made her feel light, and warm, and secure inside. He also knew she had a naughty side, and she felt safe to express that with him. He’d call her his naughty angel when she was in a particularly randy mood with him. Especially when she got the fever to suck his dick. She was getting that fever a lot lately. It was a wonderful way to express the joy and love she felt for him, and return the pleasure she got from his tender lips, and his passionate fingers.

She never knew what it was like to be loved unconditionally. To have a man that loved you so much, even if you drank a little too much. Even if you swore when you stubbed your toe. Even if the things he did to you made you feel so good you wanted to be nasty and sensual. Didn’t cheapen you at all in his eyes if you wanted to bathe in his cum like rainwater. That was some deep kind of love, and it was just what they shared. She knew that her parents and the sad souls in her church congregation didn’t know shit about that type of love. She didn’t see why she needed to spoil it by involving her parents.

But Leif had other ideas. He felt that since she was getting to know his parents, it was only logical and fair that he should know her parents. That made the relationship official in his eyes. He joked about being new to this love stuff, but he thought it was important to meet each other’s folks. He loved her, and wanted to know everything about her, her background, and where she was brought up, just like she’d be learning about him in about a month. But she had to explain to him, that these were not just any kind of parents. She loved them, but they were strange.

He’d teased her about the conservative sweater that she was wearing. Under the sweater, she wore a bra. The sweater was so baggy; she felt that it almost made her look flat chested. She wore reading glasses, but instead of her funky, horned rimmed glasses in bold colors, that she’d taken to wearing since she moved, she chose a simple tortoise shell frame. She’d pulled her flat-ironed hair back in a simple bun and had secured it with two little chopsticks. The look was completed with a long denim skirt, and black boots.

“Aww, you’re so cute babe…dressed up all prim and proper. You’re afraid for them to notice that their little Lynne is all grown up now huh,” he said, and he swatted her bottom.

She chuckled.

“No babe, it’s not that. It’s just that, they are really different. Like the shit- or the stuff that I wear on stage sometimes, not the plaid shirts and stuff like that, but those tight black dresses, and that lime green miniskirt, going without bras and all that, they would die,” said Lynne.

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Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 06

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Leif surmised that he didn’t live too far from Lynne. He still didn’t know exactly where she lived, but he walked a few blocks west from where he’d dropped her off, to his own apartment building. It seemed difficult to believe that such a lovely creature had been living so close to him, but then again too, the city was so huge, he never saw the same folks everyday.

If it worked out well, and he thought things were going awesome, he liked the fact that she would be living so close to him. It meant he wouldn’t have to travel far to see her. It also meant he could watch over her with care and concern, just to make sure she got in safely. Help her carry her groceries in if she had need, or lift some heavy things for her.

It could be dangerous for a woman alone in this city. That was, after all, one of the reasons that she had been afraid of him initially. And he still wasn’t certain where she lived, he just had a rough idea. He hoped that soon, he could invite her to his place, or she could invite him to hers. Just to get to know each other, and see what happened. She seemed shy, so nothing needed to happen; but he wanted her, so, when she was ready for something to happen, that was the next logical step for him.

But, it was different than before. The thought of waking up next to the zany, bubbly, urban little creature didn’t make him feel claustrophobic at all. He relished the idea of waking up with her snugly in his arms. He was actually dreaming about it now. Wondering, what the lovely creature wore to bed, if she was a wild sleeper, and even if she snored.

The sweet thoughts were soon overshadowed by the lust. Remembering those soft, scrumptious little breasts and the way they jiggled under the white t-shirt. Remembering they lovely way her ass was shaped and the way it looked when she bent over to rack her balls at the pool table.

How smooth, and soft her skin was, when he pulled her close. The way her hair smelled, like pomade, and vanilla, and almonds, all at the same time. He couldn’t help smelling her hair when she’d set up the video game. She’d smelled so good. From the instant he saw her, he felt these love and lust feelings in ways he couldn’t comprehend. And he’d wanted to fuck her. He still did. But he wanted something more than that now. He wanted to make love to her first. And the fucking, yes, that would come in time. He was still learning what type of woman she was, but she sure seemed shy and she needed lots of reassurance to let herself go, and be the sensual little creature he could see bubbling just beneath the surface on stage.

She made him hard, but since she wasn’t around to relieve that hardness, that also made him a bit sad. He knew something in him was changing. About a month ago, he had the opportunity for some mindless fucking with a very hot blonde chick. These opportunities presented themselves fairly often because of his guitar playing with an underground up and coming band. However, this time the opportunity did not go well, as, he couldn’t get it up. Even though she was pretty hot, he just, hadn’t felt up to screwing her.

Frankly, this sex, without connecting to women was getting to be pretty boring to him, at the ripe old age of twenty-three.

Leif hadn’t been raised with a lot of hangups about sex. His parents were hippies, and, although they married, they didn’t do it until he was ten. They didn’t believe they needed a conventional piece of paper to solidify their union. They actually got married for the tax benefits. They never pushed him toward marriage, they encouraged him to experiment, explore, be safe, and do his own thing. They advised him not to get married, or even date seriously until he was absolutely sure of what he was doing. Leif had their countless divorced friends to serve as an ample reminder.

So, he’d never gone the serious relationship route, never been the least bit interested in it, but he knew now, what his soul was aching for. He could see himself with that Lynne. He didn’t know a lot about her, but he was learning that she was quite lovely, inside and out. He knew that in a lot of ways that she was different than him, but she had an intriguing personality, a dynamite spirit, sexy ways, and this sweet, innocent undercurrent that drove him mad.

He was so hard his balls were full and aching. It would be perfect if she were here now. She was so tiny and petite he pictured himself picking her up, throwing her down on the bed and kissing, sucking every inch of her pretty little body, the way he sucked her forehead and her cheeks, until she just groaned, and opened up to him. When she opened to him, he dreamed of licking her, and sucking her for hours.

Once again, he felt a little bit guilty, but her blackness intrigued him. She was so beautiful and exotic to him. He wondered what her fair skin looked like when she was naked. He wondered what color her sweet little nipples were, probably dusky.

Oh Jesus, his cock ached.

He wondered what her sweet little pussy juices tasted like. Did black women taste different? Maybe sweeter üvey kız kardeş porno than other women? It certainly excited him to imagine that. He never really tasted a woman before. He definitely had wanted to try it, but somehow it was never something that he got to do with the fast and furious hookups, he was involved with before. He even had a few women, early in his sexual career, that refused him when he offered to respond in kind for the sexual oral favors they provided. Somehow he hadn’t got around to giving oral pleasure to a woman, and while he was increasingly embarrassed as the years rolled on that he hadn’t added it to his repertoire. He even read several tip and technique books so that he wouldn’t be a loser when the time came to try to please a woman orally.

But the longer it went, the more he thought he should save those oral treats for someone special. Someone like that sweet little Lynne. He wanted her to beg, and plead, and cry, and think he was the best lover, and want to keep crawling in his arms, and bed for more, more, more. It now felt like his number one fantasy to go down on that little creature until her juices flooded his face.

That sweet, shy, nerdy little creature that had him so enthralled. He felt like he’d been a pig before, and her being so shy and reticent around him, was his comeuppance for all the crazy things that he’d done to women before Lynne.

He surely did deserve the hard time she was giving him, being so shy. Damn, she wouldn’t even give him a peck on the lips as a goodbye kiss.

And he was so hard.

Damn.

Even with his thoughts wandering from the sensual, thinking about the wrongs of his past, the damn hard on hadn’t gone down.

He peeled off his t-shirt and his boxer briefs.

He imagined, her breasts in the t-shirt. That soft buttery skin, and the way her own pale black hand looked in his own white hand, and her full sexy lips. He could hear her giggling and even that snort when she laughed. Even the snort turned him on, Christ! He could see her pear shaped body in that tight black dress, the first time he saw her, with the long legs, and that fabulous ass.

That was all he really needed, and he was very gently rubbing his aching cock, straining so hard he could feel the veins and it felt like he was bursting out of his skin.

What was the woman doing to him, when fantasizing about her, felt better than the last few times he’d had sex with full on women. He burned with lust for her.

He was on his back, but soon that wasn’t enough for him to have a satisfying climax, he rolled on his stomach, supported himself on his knees, and thrusted lightly into his hand.

It had been a long time since he’d played with himself like this, but he liked imagining that he was on top of the sweet, light carmel creature, pleasing her, satisfying her. But, when he came, the thought that drove him over the edge was imagining giving her a huge orgasm with his patient lips. Giving her the greatest pleasure she’d ever known, pleasure so deep and so strong, that she scratched at his neck, and pulled his dreadlocks.

In his dream, she even screamed that she loved him!

After he was done, he was heaving, and sweaty, and cleaned himself off with a tissue.

The sexual need for her temporarily expunged, he was still thinking about her, and he smiled, thinking about the impetuous creature, pulling him up on the stage, getting him to sing a duet with him, and how fun it had been to sing aling with her when he’d gotten over his initial nervousness and stage fright.

How much he enjoyed playing pool with her, and frogger. Sipping beers with her, enjoying her company the way he enjoyed the company of his bandmates…a first for him with a woman, enjoying her, the way he enjoyed being with his friends, but yet she was so sexy.

How cute she was, slightly tipsy when walking home. And he in no way thought less of her for drinking a little too much. He didn’t mind that she was a bit of a free spirit. She should let that side show more.

Yep. He was in love alright. He didn’t know how this damn love stuff was supposed to work, how long it should take, and also, how he would know when she was feeling the same thing.

***

Bright and early the next morning, Lynne’s iPhone was vibrating. She thought it would be Janelle.

She grinned everywhere when she realized it was a text message from Leif.

He had said that he didn’t believe in playing games, he liked her and wanted to continue to get to know her. She could not believe he’d texted her so soon, and it flooded her with a sense of relief, because she’d been thinking she was foolish for tossing and turning all night in bed thinking of him.

She’d just gotten some sleep, and she’d finally had to take herself there, again, this time with a favorite toy instead of her fingers…her intention to give herself a strong enough orgasm to get some sleep. And, just as before, she’d screamed Leif at her climax.

She unlocked her phone, and smiled xnxx porno from ear to ear at his text. He wasn’t at all about hiding his feelings. He said he missed her. Since he’d been forthcoming with that she didn’t feel the need to hide the fact that she thought about him all night. So she texted him this message, and his response, me too, was almost immediate. She responded that she’d had fun yesterday, and his me too was also immediate. He then sent a message about another date, this evening, at his place or hers, wherever she was the most comfortable.

Shit.

She didn’t know why, but although she wanted Leif, being alone with him scared her. It was too much temptation. She never felt that much passion, as much as she felt for Leif, for any real person before. What she’d felt for the ex boyfriend of hers was more like a strong affection. She didn’t see that then, but she realized it now. He’d singled her out when she was about seventeen years old, and he was almost twenty three at the time. And he tried to mold her into being the kind of woman he wanted her to be.

He’d wanted her to complete his dream of having the perfect middle class wife, ready to impress his future law clients, and ready to rear children who would be strict adherents to the tenants of their religion. Even though her dad had been high up in the church, in all honesty, Lynne, while being a goody two shoes by most standards, was clearly not good enough by the standards of their faith.

She knew she wouldn’t measure up, when she discovered masturbation when she was much younger. By the time she found out the views of her religion on this topic, it felt too good to stop.

After a few years, she would get over this guilt, reasoning that god wouldn’t have given her ways to make her body feel so good if he didn’t want her to pleasure herself while she waited for the man who would be her husband, whoever that might be.

She had quite the sexual appetite, she even ordered mail order sex toys right under her parents nose, while she still lived at home, disguising them as one of the many bundles of classic vinyl records that she also bought on eBay. But, she was always afraid of the boys in her class. She’d been taught a lot of scary things about guys outside of her church, so she never acted on any of the interest that boys showed to her- until she met Martin at a church sponsored Barbecue. Martin had had his eyes on her since she was fifteen years old, she’d later find out.

Since Martin was a nice young man, tall, chocolate colored, studying law, working on becoming a deacon in the church, and came from a family of white collar folks (his father was a dentist with a booming practice), her parents loved him. They loved him more than she had loved him at the end, because he represented a social climb. She didn’t realize it then, but she realized it now. He bought her a ton of gifts, which she’d never asked for, but was flattered to receive. Flowers, candies, cards, clothes. He’d taken her car shopping when she finished undergraduate. Lynne had given the car back when she made the clean break a year ago, along with any other gifts that were tangible.

Initially, Martin spent long hours sitting on the couch, kissing her. She didn’t necessarily like the way he kissed her, but it wasn’t repulsive either. He just crammed his tongue so hard down her throat she couldn’t breathe. She’d keep backing off from him because he’d kiss her so hard that it intimidated her. But she never stopped Martin from kissing her because it made her feel moist and tingly between her legs, and she actually wanted him to start touching her between her legs, like she felt when she was with Leif.

Since Martin was seriously courting her, her parents would allow them to visit in Lynne’s room as long as the door was open. He liked being in her room. He said it made him feel close to her, and he’d play with her trinkets, and her stuffed animal collection. She caught him playing with her hairbrush and smelling her cologne, because he liked how she smelled. At times like this, she felt that he loved her.

Right before her graduation from undergrad, she’d left him in her bedroom to go to the bathroom. He was spying in her room, and found her secret pink box, filled with sex toys.

Later, he used this knowledge against her, telling her that it was not the proper way, she was spoiling herself, and ruining their future marriage. He’d also threatened to turn her in to the church elders.

He confessed his own temptations, to her, and his own struggle to keep to the strict tenants of no premarital sex. Since Lynn thought she loved him, and he loved her, she figured ‘why not’ when he suggested that they practice for marriage in secret and relieve some of their mutual sexual frustrations.

She was his first, and he was hers. She hadn’t known any better. It was lousy, at first but like all things, she thought like all things the sex would grow better with time. Her parents, knowing that they were very serious, and that Martin was loaded with Money, turned zenci porno a blind eye when he brought her home late, or even very early the next morning, as long as they didn’t flaunt the sex in their faces, and used proper precautions. After all image was everything…and the church couldn’t think that their little Lynne and Martin were having premarital sex.

But as Lynne and Martin started having sex, or trying to anyway, it was so damn uncomfortable to her, that she always ended up pushing him off. She was dry for one thing, when he always tried to do it to her. He’d do a cursory groping of her breasts, stick his tongue in her mouth, and he was raring to go. She supposed that because they were not supposed to be having sex before marriage anyway, in their religion (which she’d recently left), that Martin felt his foreplay was creative enough. Foreplay after all, in his mind was not the way that God intended, since it did not result in having children.

Honestly, she wasn’t sure what they were doing despite their fumbling, because it never seemed deep enough, before it started to burn, and hurt. It always hurt too much and she’d asked him to stop, except the one time, he got really riled up, and pushed her down on the bed and forced himself on her. She wasn’t sure how deep he really got that time, but it sure did hurt, and felt a lot deeper and worse than the other times. More than that, it hurt that she felt that she’d lost her dignity. He’d raped her plain and simple and it wasn’t like some type of lovers game, where she was pretending not to want it, she really was begging him to stop, and crying her eyes out.

He’d blamed her then, for being a “sexy little tease” as he called it, and not giving him what he needed, what he would need when he was her husband. But he also apologized, saying he didn’t mean to hurt her, he just wanted to be in her “deep”.

She wondered if the rape was her fault somehow. Because she thought it was her fault, she kept quiet about it, and decided that rather than making it hard and painful on herself, she needed to relax, and learn how to give in to Martin’s advances. After all, she’d have to do that when she was his wife. She also wondered if the painful intercourse was also her fault. Maybe women didn’t really like sex, they just pretended for their husband’s sake.

She was built so small, and Martin had been big. He fumbled about, but there were a few times, when he started off caressing her gently that she felt a bit warm and tingly, the same way it did when she touched herself in private, after he went to sleep. But, that only lasted a few minutes, and he always ended up being rough, groping, and making her uncomfortable, quite literally hurting her, and she wasn’t a physical weakling when it came to pain.

As they continued to have sex, she finally felt emboldened enough to complain, and confess that she achieved orgasms easily on her own, and suggested that he try touching her in other ways, that’s when he started calling her all sorts of vile things. He also inferred that she couldn’t be pleased, because she was used to pleasing herself, which was why the bible condemned masturbation, as it stopped women responding naturally to their men. He also made no reservations about telling her that she needed to learn to “tolerate” proper sex after they were married, and no more sex toys, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to give him children.

When she thought of having children with Martin, being his perfect little “red boned princess” (a term meant to express affection about her fair skin), which was what he called her, she felt sick dread, instead of happiness. And she knew she had to get out of that relationship. Him raping her was the beginning that opened her eyes to the danger of staying with him, and how it would be a hell hole she would never be able to get out of, especially if she got married to him and got strapped down with kids. She’d never get away!

The relationship had just gotten too psychologically abusive.

So she left. Cut the cord. Moved all the way across town, and out of her parent’s home, as she also had to face the truth that she didn’t agree with, or believe in a lot of the teachings of the religion of her youth, especially all the ideology about male superiority. The man being the head of the house, and the ultimate rule. She’d always love her parents, but she knew when she broke up with Martin that she needed the space to start finding her own life.

She’d always been a free spirit, and lived on the edge of the rules of her parents.

It started as a young girl, going to a mostly white, private prep school. Her parents wanted to provide her with opportunities that had escaped them as children. Still, her parents were worried about her fitting in, because she was black, not of a mainstream religious faith, and the Millers had made their considerable money blue collar style.

Her father stared out driving as a cabbie, bought his own cab, and slowly worked his way to owning a large fleet of taxi cabs in the city, replete with his own drivers wearing red bell hop styled uniforms. She was different than her classmates, the daughters of well to do businessmen, lawyers and doctors. The Millers had money, but there’s was a blue collar wealth, often looked down upon by white collar professionals. They worried about Lynne making friends.

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Grandma’s Surprise Ch. 01

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This story is PURE fantasy, real life doesn’t work like this (duh!), these people aren’t real, and you shouldn’t have to be told this, but just in case, you have been informed.

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It had been over a year since Elaine had last seen her son Todd, and she was looking forward to it eagerly. Between her job, and the extensive travel it required, and the long distance between her home in New York State and her son’s residence in California, she simply did not get to see her son anything like as often as she would have preferred, to say nothing of his wife Carol or her beloved grandkids.

Elaine was not quite a stereotypical ‘grandma’. At the ripe old age of 56, over ten years a widow, she had never sat in a rocking chair in her life. She was the chief of marketing for a mid-size business, a job that paid her well and involved quite a lot of business travel, to places as close to home as Albany and Boston and as far afield as Tokyo.

She didn’t quite look the part, either. While she certainly did not look like a 20 year old, and did not particularly want to, her hair was still mostly brown, with a little help from Ms. Clairol, and regular sessions as the gym kept her figure in place. Oh, she might be a tad thicker than she had been when she won the beauty contest in her home town at the age of 19, but she knew she still drew at least the occasional male eye.

And she certainly didn’t act the part, but that was something she did not usually share with her family. The thought of what Todd and Carol’s reaction to some of her hobbies would be if they knew was enough to make Elaine blush and laugh at the same time, drawing some odd looks from other drivers waiting behind the red light.

A recent success in her job had left her feeling that she deserved some time off, and she had accumulated a great supply of personal days, so when Todd had called and invited his mother to come pay a visit to the family in California, she had not had to think twice. Which was how Elaine came to be riding in a rental car in the warm clear air of southern California, heading for the coastal home of her son.

As she pulled up to the house, perched comfortably on a stretch of private oceanfront land, Elaine smiled to herself in pride. Todd had really done well for himself in business, he was actually wealthier than she was, and his two-story, tasteful house on the shore reflected it. Surrounded by nearly a square mile of land and a high privacy fence around the house proper, it was a very nice place indeed.

“Mom,” Todd yelled out when she reached the door, “you made it!”

A moment later, her handsome, 5’11” son was embracing her tightly and she was hugging him back with the fervor of a mother who had not seen her child in over a year.

“You look terrific!” Todd laughed.

“Go on now,” Elaine said, though she reveled in the compliment. “I know how I look, Honey!”

“Grandma!”

Two voices called out the title in nearly perfect unison, a trick they’d mastered long since. Elaine saw the twins, Sandi and Traci, coming running out like a double-vision of youthful beauty. The identical twins were 20, and took after their mother, with long golden hair and bodies out of a teenage fantasy. They were even dressed identically, in halter tops, snug cut-off denim shorts, and flip-flops, as they ran to embrace their grandmother.

“Where’s Carol?” Elaine asked her son, as the four of them went into the house, Todd carrying his mother’s bag.

“She and Mark are on a trip,” Todd said, “they’ll be back the day after tomorrow! They were really excited about you coming to stay for two weeks, Mom, I know they can both hardly wait to see you!”

Elaine noticed something a little odd about the way Todd and her granddaughters explained the absence of Carol and Mark. It was nothing sinister or mysterious, it was just that they seemed to be carefully avoiding saying just exactly where her daughter-in-law and younger grandchild were at, or what they were doing on their trip.

Oh well, Elaine mused, maybe it’s some kind of surprise or something.

It was still the middle of the morning, and Elaine was in time to join her son and daughter-in-law for a delicious noon meal. After lunch, she had to make some phone calls, in her line of work, even a vacation didn’t mean you got to leave the office completely behind. She had to call the home office in New York City about an account outstanding in Berlin, she had to call her personal secretary and assistant Evelyn, and make sure everything was going smoothly in her own office and with her own subordinates, and then she had to call her lawyer to make arrangements to have a recent screw up on her taxes worked out.

When she finished, it was about two p.m., and when she went looking for her family it took her a few minutes to find them, and when she did she let out a gasp of shock!

The three of them were by the pool in the back yard, enjoying the warm weather and the 1080 porno sunshine, but what made Elaine’s jaw drop was not what they were doing but rather how they were doing it: father and identical twin daughters were both birthday-naked! Todd was lounging on a lawn chair at poolside, the girls were splashing in the water, none of the three seemed to find anything odd about their total nudity!

“Hi, Mom,” Todd said casually as she walked out. “Come to join us in the pool?”

“I-uh, I mean that-Todd, you’re naked!”

“So?” her son asked.

“But, but-I mean, I can’t believe-“

“Don’t be silly, Grandma!” recommended Sandi, who had come up to sit on the side of the pool, her dripping-wet, gorgeous nude body on full display. “It’s just us! Why don’t you take some of those clothes off and join us?”

“You mean just like that? I can’t just run around naked in front of my own son!”

“Why not?” Todd replied. “Your son doesn’t mind a bit, in fact I’d kind of like to see you naked!”

Elaine blushed scarlet, but at the same time, a certain furtive excitement was stirring in her at the thought of showing off her body to her son. It was so bizarre, so perverse, but at the same time she realized suddenly that there was a part of her that kind of wanted to do it!

“I don’t know,” Elaine said slowly after a moment. “It just doesn’t seem quite the thing to do. But…I guess maybe, if it’s OK with you three…”

“Come on, Grandma,” Traci said, coming out of the water to side beside her sister, creating a double-vision of nude beauty. “Take them off!”

Elaine put a hand to the buttons on her blouse, then hesitated and sighed, “I just don’t know…”

“Come on, Sis,” Traci said with a giggle, “let’s help Grandma get comfortable!”

Before Elaine knew it, the twins had gotten to their feet, grabbed their stunned grandmother with a firm but loving hold, and begun to undress her! She squealed and protested, but she couldn’t keep the laughter out of her voice as she did.

“Todd! Todd Alexander Sebastion, help me! Do you see what your daughters are doing?!”

“Indeed I do, Mom,” Todd said with a laugh as he saw Traci pull her grandmother’s blouse off while her twin was yanking down the older woman’s jeans, “and I have to admit it’s kind of fun to watch!”

Elaine put up some half-hearted struggles, but in spite of that it took her energetic, eager granddaughters only a matter of a few moments to get her pants off, and then Sandi undid her bra from behind and pulled i away, letting her C-cup boobs flop out. That left her clad in only a pair of white panties, and when she realized the girls were going for those too, she struggled a little harder.

“Stop it! I said stop it girls, this has gone far enough!”

“Don’t be silly, Grandma!” Traci said with a snicker. “We’ve gone this far, we’re sure not gonna back off now! So just hold still while we get these undies off you!”

Elaine certainly did not hold still, but it didn’t do her any good, a moment later she felt herself lowered to the concrete around the pool as Traci held her down and Sandi pulled her underwear off her legs! Then the girls back off, leaving Elaine sitting on the ground as naked as a jaybird, torn between anger and laughter at the girls’ antics.

“You two get back here with my clothes!” Elaine shrieked, but the twins ran away laughing, carrying their grandmother’s garments with them. She debated giving chase, but they were younger and faster than she was, and she contented herself with watching their waggling bare bottoms as they took her clothes inside.

She turned back to her son and gasped in amazement: not only was he lying there as calmly as if this was all perfectly normal, but his cock was as hard as a rock, sticking straight up!

“TODD!”

“Oh come on, Mom, what do you expect? I’m only human, and I just watched two beautiful girls strip a beautiful woman naked right in front of me! Do you expect me to pretend it wasn’t hot? Or that I didn’t love watching it?!”

“I’m your MOTHER!”

“No kidding,” Todd laughed. “You’re also very sexy, especially when you’re naked and blushing like you are right now! And you might as well relax, you’re not getting your clothes back until the girls decide otherwise, so there’s no point in making a big fuss!”

Elaine stared at his dick in spite of her self, it looked so nice and hard…she was suddenly aware that her pussy was soaked, and it had been ever since the girls had stripped her!

I am not enjoying this! Elaine insisted to herself firmly. I am not turned on by being naked in front of my son, and do not find his cock!! This has to be some lunatic dream!

“Well, are you just going to sit on the ground and stare at my dick all afternoon, or are you going to come sit in chair where it’s comfortable?” Todd asked.

Elaine blinked, she realized to her dismay that she had been staring at her son’s hard 2 k porno dick! She must have looked like some kind of pervert!

Slowly, as if caught in a dream, the 55 year old got to her feet, acutely aware of her son’s eyes on her naked body, especially the way they lingered on her tits, and she walked over to sit in the reclining lounge chair beside her son. As she did, she noticed something else that had not registered before in her shock and confusion, there was something odd about Todd’s genitals.

“Oh, Todd, why don’t you have any hair on your balls?!”

“Because I shave it off every few days,” Todd said casually, leaning his head back and closing his eyes to let the warm sunlight soak in. “Didn’t you notice the twins are shaven down there too?”

“I didn’t really have time to notice much of anything while they were stealing my clothes off my body!” Elaine groused, but part of her was enjoying herself. The warm sun felt remarkably good on her bare skin, there was some breeze that tickled her exposed body in interesting ways. She looked down at her own hair-covered pussy and blinked. She’d certainly known a lot of women who shaved their crotches, but she’d never heard of a man doing it, much less her own 38 year old son!

She found her eyes kept going back to her son’s now half-soft cock and baby-bare balls, there was something fascinating about the sight. She had actually seen her son nude once or twice in his teen years by accident, and she remembered he had hair down there, now his balls were as bare as they’d been when she’d bathed him as a baby. She had a sudden insane impulse to reach over and touch them.

I must be going insane! Elaine thought. Yeah, I’m known for being a wild child among my friends, but this is my SON!

“Go ahead, Mom,” Todd said.

“What?” she asked, startled.

“Touch them. You’re dying to do it, I can see it in your face!”

“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to feel up my own son!” Elaine protested. Even if he is as sexy as hell! she thought to herself. So much like his father!

“It’s OK,” Todd assured her. “Go ahead, I won’t bite.”

“Well…”

“Come on, Mom, don’t be chicken, you know you want to!”

Slowly, almost as if in a trance, the older woman reached out to her son, lying a couple of feet away, and wrapped her fingers around his bare balls, feeling the warm round sacs in her hand, running her fingertips over the surface. She’d never imagined a feeling quite like it, she’d touched them before, of course, when he was a baby and she was bathing him, but this was different…and at the same time, she’d touched many a grown man’s sacs, but never a hairless, shaven one!

Before she quite knew it, her hand had found it’s way up to the hard cock just above the balls, and was holding on firmly to her son’s rigid rod! It felt…really damned good! Her son was not monstrously huge, but he did have an ample cock, probably about six and half inches, and it felt hot and good in her hand. She blinked, blushed as she realized what she was doing, and jerked her hand back as if she’d been burned!

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me!”

“You don’t hear me objecting, do you?” Todd replied. Elaine blinked, there was just such a surreal contrast between her son’s clean-shaven, younger-than-his-age appearance and his words and behavior today! He looked almost babyishly innocent, with his blue eyes and guileless manner, but she was pretty sure he was anything but!

“Todd,” she said weakly, “this is-I mean I’m your mother! I can’t be doing this!”

“Why not?” Todd asked reasonably. “I don’t mind, in fact I’d love it if you’d do some more. Tell me, Mom, if I asked you, right now, if I could touch your breasts, would you let me?”

“Why no, I mean, I guess not-“

To her shock, Todd reached over, even as she was stammering an answer, and ran the tip of his finger gently around the base of her left breast, spiraling up toward the nipples. She shivered, it felt so good! Then, before she could quite believe it was happening, Todd had gotten up, moved over to kneel beside her chair, and was kissing her on the lips! For a moment she started to panic, wanted to shriek…and then she kissed back, her tongue meeting her son’s as they began to kiss in earnest.

The sensations coursing through Elaine’s body were incredible, her son was a fantastic kisser, and the very fact that he was her son, that this was so forbidden, made it hotter. She felt his hands on her nude body, and her own beginning to roam over his, it was then that it occurred to her that not only were his balls free of hair, so was his entire body below the neck!

She opened her eyes as he pulled back, and said, “Wow. Todd, I-we can’t! We just can’t!! I’m your mother, you’re my son, what about your wife, she’ll kill us both! The twins might see! We have to stop now-“

He silenced her with another kiss, and she felt her resistance 4 k porno weakening fast. Her arms were around her, strong and firm and his hands were finding places on her body that were catching fire! She felt him pick her up, carrying her away from the pool and into the grass of the back yard, and sitting her in the soft grass. She opened her eyes to see him lying down beside her, and then he began to kiss the breasts he had once nursed from, sending fresh tingles through her whole body both from the feel of his lips on her sensitive breasts and from the sight of her son’s head as he kissed and licked her tits!

“Oh damn it, Todd! If you don’t stop now I don’t think we’ll be able to stop!!”

“That’s the idea, Mom!” Todd breathed, smiling up at her with a look that melted her heart and her crotch. “I don’t want us to stop!”

Then he was kissing her again, gently but insistently, his tongue probing playfully against hers while she felt his rock-hard member pressed between their bellies, in spite of herself she began to rub against him, bringing a moan from her son.

“Spread your legs, Mom!” Todd ordered, not roughly but firmly, it was not a request, and she obeyed instantly. She expected him to enter her, but instead he moved down, and put his face to his mother’s pussy and began to use his tongue to torment her, bringing her closer and closer to coming but backing off each time, teasing her with little kisses and sharp bites on her thighs and belly along the way.

“P-please, Honey!” Elaine moaned. “do it!”

She was so hot by now that she could barely form words, but her son was still taking his time. He kissed her breasts, taking each nipples in his mouth and sucking firmly, biting just a tiny bit, which made her shudder in excitement. He nuzzled her back, and nibbled her ears, his breath hot against her face, he even kissed the tip of her nose before moving back down and raising her legs in the air!

Then she felt him enter her and she wanted to let out a scream, it felt so goood! Her hands were gripping the grass, her body was jerking in an attempt to match his rhythm, but even now he had enough self-control to hold back a little, to make her want more than he was giving.

“Please do it, please, Todd, please! I’m ready!”

“You’re sure, Mom? You’re sure you want you little boy to fuck you this way?!”

“YES!” she screeched. “DO IT!”

Then she came, a sudden orgasm that literally made her toes curl, and only then did her son begin to penetrate her in earnest, spending his cum up the very opening through which he had come into the world, and for a moment Elaine was aware of nothing but how much she loved her son, how hot and golden she felt as the second orgasm went through her, and how limp and drained and satisfied she felt a few moments later as Todd pulled out, collapsing beside her on the grass, both of them gasping for breath.

They lay there together, soaked in sweat, dirty from the ground, a thousand emotions whirling through their minds. Then Elaine heard voices, female voices, and found the strength to look up and see that the twins, still naked as jaybirds, were sitting in the grass a few feet away…and it hit her that they’d seen it all! Her granddaughters had actually watched their father have sex with his own mother!

Oh Heavens, Elaine thought as her senses came back, What have we done?!

“Wow, Daddy,” Sandi said. “That was HOT! You really did Grandma, I’ll bet she feels that for days!”

“But didn’t we tell specifically tell you to tell us when you were about to fuck Grandma?” Traci added. “You went and did it and we almost missed it, if we hadn’t looked out the window we’d never have known you were doing it until it was over!”

“Sorry, Honey,” Todd replied, ignoring Elaine’s stunned, gaping reaction to the whole situation, “it’s just that the opportunity presented itself and I decided to take the chance when it came! I’d have told you ahead of time if I’d seen it coming so soon!”

“OK, Daddy,” Traci said with a giggle. “I guess we can let you off easy for disobeying us this once, what do you think, Sis?”

Sandi smiled and said, “I’m fine with it, they gave us a great show! But we do need to remind Daddy who’s in charge.”

Sandi laid down on her belly, facing away from Todd and Elaine. Seeing what her twin was doing, Traci did the same, and Sandi said over her shoulder, “Crawl to our feet, Daddy, and lick them to make up for not telling us ahead of time! NOW!”

Before Elaine’s stunned eyes, her strong, handsome son did just as his daughter had ordered him to do, crawling over to them, lowering his lips to the sole of Sandi’s left foot, and licking it! Elaine watched in a mixture of amazement, curiosity, dismay, and excitement as her naked son licked and kissed the soles of his twin daughters’ feet, causing them to sigh and giggle. His cock was getting hard again, and to her own amazement Elaine realized she was getting turned on watching this!

Traci rolled over on her back and sat up, and said, “My toes, Daddy, suck on my toes!”

Sandi rolled over as well, watching as their father obeyed the order, taking his daughter’s big toe in his mouth and sucking lovingly on it.

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Who Loves Ya’, Baby(sitter)

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WARNING:

The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature – do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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A Harvey Marcus Retrospective: Who Loves Ya’, Baby(sitter)

In a sudden delusion caused by two simultaneous synapses crossing each other, I thought, “Gee, wouldn’t it be keen to tell the early stories of how I, Harvey Marcus, started screwing around with younger women?” Younger but legal.

This is my second Official Retrospective. Having broken through the moral boundary, succumbing to a seduction by Annie’s sitter Daphne [Ditz], I was vulnerable to additional opportunities. An unexpected upchuck and an assertive mother led me to my second indiscretion. All her daughter wanted to know was that she was desirable. With her mother’s coaching, she got more than she expected.

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Babysitter Redux

Ditz’s (really Daphne’s) resignation phone call shocked Harriett, but I was expecting it. Smith and Jones, my two bowling (and now balling) buddies both said that they lost Ditz as a sitter for their kids immediately after they’d had sex with her. Too bad, really, because it was the only real sex I’d had with a living, breathing woman in a long time. And finding a competent babysitter would be tough, too.

I left the selection of a replacement to Harriett. I was afraid I’d be swayed by the candidates’ demeanor, especially her sensuality. After succumbing to Ditz’s seduction, I had little grip on what my limitations were. If presented with another opportunity to fuck Annie’s babysitter, would I? Was the barrier completely down? And what was with Ditz’s parents, anyway, condoning their daughter’s sexual activity, and endorsing our sexual liaison? Was that the standard for parents? For Annie’s sake, I hoped not.

Leave it to Harriett, the news sitter named Alyssa Bollard was bookish in looks, lifeless shoulder-length brown hair, dark rimmed circular plastic eyeglass frames that always seemed to be sliding down her nose, and not much in the way of hips or ass. However, beneath her loose-fitting blouses and sweaters lived a pair of bounteous breasts. Oh, she kept them well hidden. Bound to her torso, perhaps, with no sway to them at all. But they were unmistakable in profile.

Harriett introduced us, as if we’d never met. Perhaps Harriett’s memory wasn’t bulletproof after all. She seemed to be unaware that we’d met Alyssa before, or that Alyssa and I had a previous encounter. The last New Year’s Eve, we attended a party. Alyssa and her parents attended as well. If I’m not mistaken, that’s how Harriett got Alyssa’s name as a possible sitter. Anyway, it was a minute before midnight, and Harriett excused herself to the washroom. I expected it was because she wanted to avoid a scene, me asking for the traditional midnight kiss, and Harriett’s aversion to public displays of affection. Private ones too, to be honest. So there I was, standing alone. I noticed Alyssa, holding her drink, also alone. We shared smiles. Somehow, accidental choreography put us side by side as the host counted down from ten. At “Zero. Happy New Year” we faced each other. It seemed the correct thing to do, but we were both awkward in our head movements. Our faces bobbed and weaved. I was trying to kiss her cheek. With her head turned, I puckered and moved forward. Her head turned, and my lips brushed against hers. No harm, no foul. Except Alyssa put her hand on my shoulder. It was wrong, but my lips returned to hers. The second kiss was a real one, needy, demanding, succulent. We backed away after what seemed to be minutes but had probably been mere seconds. Her face was flushed, and I was hardening in my slacks, which were somewhat baggy from unintentional weight loss. She danced away, and that was the last time I’d seen her, until she showed up at our front door for babysitting duties.

I did my best to maintain a safe distance. Brief comments in passing. “Hello.” “How are you today?” No accidental sightings in underwear, hers or mine. No sitting on laps or touching. A strict distance made for a good relationship. And, no mention of our New Years Eve kissing.

Then one fateful incident. Harriett and I were scheduled to attend a fancy dinner dance. Due to the late hour of our return, Alyssa was going to stay overnight. I was on my best behavior, porno 64 locking the bedroom door when I changed into my suit, and giving Alyssa complete privacy. After dinner, Harriett refused to dance with me. Perhaps she thought that me holding her was too intimate an act. So we left earlier than expected. There was laughing and splashing upstairs when we got home. I went up to check on the hubbub. Alyssa was on her knees next to the tub bathing Annie. Annie was splashing up a storm, soaking everything in sight. Alyssa’s print cotton nightgown was soaked, clinging to her breasts. There was no way to avoid seeing the gentle contour and size of her tits. She looked at me, then down at her chest. Her face got red as she pulled the material away from her body. No use. The nightgown slapped back as soon as she let go, revealing everything. They were hangers, with a steep slope. I swiveled and exited the room, trying to drive the image from my mind. They were just breasts, I told myself, and I had no rights. Not to touch or caress or nibble or -. Shit. The profile of her chest was burned into my brain.

By staying away and virtually locking myself in one room or another when Alyssa was over, I avoided any possible incidents. My sudden departures from a room she’d entered often left Alyssa standing there, mouth open, attempting to engage me in conversation. What did we have to talk about, anyway? Time alone with this young woman would have been just the kind of slippery slope that led me to sex with Ditz, a situation I was desperate to avoid. On some occasions, Harriett had me pay Alyssa and let her out. During those brief encounters, Alyssa would blur out questions, principally about boys and dating. “When you were dating-“, “A boy asked me out and-” I feigned ignorance, mumbling something about how times had changed since I dated. Given Ditz’s parents’ enthusiastic support of me fucking their daughter, they sure had! Dating as a movie and a soda seemed like a century ago.

Everything went well until one evening, when I walked around the garage to the back door instead of coming straight into the house. As I walked past the kitchen window, I saw Alyssa washing something in the sink wearing only her bra. Deep cleavage between huge breasts, at least for a teen. I couldn’t help getting stiff. After all, Ditz had been my last sex, over a month ago.

I intentionally fumbled with the lock, to give Alyssa time to cover up. When I entered, she’d draped a dishrag over her chest, not nearly big enough to cover. “You startled me.”

“Where’s Annie?”

“Annie threw up a couple of times, so Mrs. Marcus called the doctor. They went to hospital.”

“I’m going to call and check in. Are you okay?”

“Just vomit on my blouse. No biggie.”

She was wrong. She had two biggies, and I had a biggie growing in my pants. “There’s some on your skirt.” I pointed to a splatter near the hemline.

Alyssa bent and lifted the skirt to get a better look. The washrag slid down, exposing cleavage. She threw a hand to stop it from falling off. By lifting the hem to examine the other stain, she exposed more of her legs. Shit, exactly the kind of thing I had been trying to avoid. “Maybe I should wash this out, too?”

That meant taking off her skirt. I couldn’t tolerate seeing her in bra and panties, in my kitchen or any other room. “Why don’t you go upstairs and get out of those things? You can use one of our bathrobes.”

Alyssa nodded. “I know where.”

Had she been sneaking around our closets? I hoped she hadn’t found my stash of porn. Maybe I need to find a better place than a box at the back of my closet.

Alyssa came downstairs a few minutes later in my white bathrobe, tied tightly around her waist. Thank God she was covered up. I stood to exit the kitchen, but she put her hand on my arm. “Don’t go. I have something to ask you. Something serious.”

“Not boys or dating again. I already told you-“

“It’s not about dating. Well, not directly.” She took a deep breath and exhaled.

The lapels separated a fraction of an inch. Knowing her full figure was within reach increased my blood pressure. “Okay. What’s up?” Besides my dick?

“Mom said I should talk to you, but you keep avoiding me. Is there something wrong with me?”

“No, not at all.” Not a good time to tell her how sexy I thought she was. There would never be a good time to share that.

“See, Mom says you’ll have a male perspective. She trusts you. And you won’t lie, right?”

“Un huh.” Why would I, except about wanting to see her naked?

She hugged the robe to her chest, pressing her legs together. “You know my dad is gone?”

I didn’t. “I’m so sorry. When did he pass away?”

“Oh he ‘s still alive. He ran off with his assistant six years ago. She wasn’t much older than I am now. Mom can’t explain why Dad would do something like that. I mean, he married mom. He loved her, didn’t he?”

How can I explain how a man thinks? “Relationships are fragile things. Maybe your porno izle folks were having issues, or maybe there was something about his assistant-“

“Her tits! She had big ones. Mom isn’t very endowed. Have you met her?”

“No, I haven’t had the pleasure.” I must have seen her at New Year’s, but the memory wasn’t strong.

She got up and grabbed a photo from her purse. “See.”

Only then I remembered her from the New Year’s Eve party. She’d worn a blue sequins dress with a halter-top. “Very pretty. It’s obvious where you get your looks.” Oh shit. Was that a come on? I didn’t intend on flirting, just the opposite.

“Thanks. You two should get together some time. Anyway, I’m sure that’s what Dad wanted. Big tits. Is that something that gets a man’s attention?”

Hers had mine. “For some men.”

She crossed her legs. The robe slid open, just above her knee. That’s okay, not much worse than what a skirt would show. “Have you noticed my breasts?”

I forced my eyes to stay on her face. Perhaps they dipped down briefly, to the topic of our discussion. I nodded and swallowed hard.

“That’s the part I don’t understand.” She parted the robe. Her bra was opaque, only the round edges of her tits visible. “There, see? You don’t want to run away with me, do you?”

No, but I did want to caress them, suck them. God, what am I thinking? “Of course not. I’m married, and you’re very young-“

“I’m not that young. Lots of my friends have done it already. They told me.”

Done it? As in, had sex? So Ditz wasn’t the only sexually active young woman in town? I’d have to avoid packs of young women on the prowl for prick.

“I’ll be right back.” She stood, her cleavage almost in my face. My dick throbbed. How could I advise her on this topic without getting all worked up? I figured she was visiting the bathroom.

When she returned, she’d rewrapped the bathrobe, thank God. She had something rolled up in her hand. “Where were we? Oh yeah, if you find breasts distracting.”

“Why do you ask?” Was my erection obvious?

She unrolled the magazine in her hand and held it in front of her.

Damn, one of my illustrated porn magazine. “Where did you find that?”

“I changed your sheets and it was under your mattress.”

Shit! I’d stuck it there when Harriett came home unexpectedly. I guess I’d forgotten. Better Alyssa than Harriett.

“I was reading this story -” The illustration showed a babysitter on her back on a kitchen table, short skirt around her waist, her blouse open, large tits pointing to the ceiling. A man, presumably the father, standing between her legs, pants around his ankles. Penetration wasn’t explicit, but strongly implied by their positions.

“Give me that!” I grabbed the magazine from her hands. We tussled, the robe opening with every yank. With a sharp tug, I ripped it from her hand.

The robe was open up the middle. No bra! Deep cleavage and the inside contours of her tits exposed. She raised her hands, spread the lapels to the sides, but kept her hands up to cover. Although her nipples were hidden, flesh hung out on both sides. “Do you want to see them?”

I shook my head. Of course, but I couldn’t admit it. The rumple in the sack with Ditz was a mistake, not a pattern of behavior.

Her arms dropped. Had I nodded? “Here, take a good look, and tell me.”

They were magnificent, bulbous, hanging from her chest. “Tell you what?” Slight movements swung them invitingly. The nipples stood out, proud and demanding.

“Do you like them? My breasts, I mean?”

Did I ever! But this was wrong. I licked my lips. “They’re very nice. Why don’t you cover up? The wash cycle is probably finished-“

“You can touch them if you want.” She held them out, as if to serve them. The nipples were puffy and red. She was excited. So was I.

I repeated “don’t touch” to myself several times, all the while raising my hands, closing the distance. She made the decision for me, pulling my hands the final twelve inches. “They’re too soft, aren’t they?”

My hands and fingers were immobile.

“You’ll have to squeeze them to know,” she added.

I palpated her tit flesh. “No, not too soft.” Once I’d started, I couldn’t stop. “Very nice indeed.”

She leaned her head back, mouth open. “Oh God!” My palms rubbed her nipples. “Keep it up,” she begged.

I was already up, an erection between my legs. An ill gotten hard on. I let go, forcing my hands to my sides in an awkward soldier stance.

She sat up straight, breasts beckoning me for a second sampling. This time with my lips? Damn, get those thoughts out of your mind.

“You don’t want to leave Mrs. Marcus and run away with me, do you?”

I shook my head, never taking my eyes off her tits.

“But you are fixated! Shit! All it takes is a big set of these,” she hefted them again, “and men go brain-dead.”

I strained to look her in the eyes. “It’s physiological,” I explained. “A man’s pulse races, and he, well-” sex izle Do I explain erections?

“He gets stiff. Like you are.” She pointed to my groin. The lump in my pants was unmistakable. “I’ve never seen one. Your turn.” She crisscrossed her arms, making a rack for her rack. “Let me see what that damn secretary got.”

I wasn’t the one who’d run off. And I wasn’t her father, thank goodness. I imagined a dozen arguments, all the while unbuckling my belt, and unzipping my fly.

“Wow, you’ve got something big in there.”

My jockeys were barely up to the task of containing my erection. As I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, the head of my dick popped over the elastic waistband.

“You’re huge.”

“And how would you know?” I asked. For such a comment, she’d need a basis of comparison.

She hung her head and her complexion reddened. “I’ve peeked at my brother, after he’d shower. And, before he ran out on us, I saw my dad naked once. Compared to you, his secretary got the short end of the stick.”

I looked at my poking penis, and then her face, and we bust out laughing. Thank God, it was the perfect tension reliever. I’d have to remember to use humor in awkward sexual situations. Better yet, avoid awkward sexual situations altogether.

“Drop ’em, partner,” she drawled. She made a downward gesture, pointing her fingers like gun barrels. I slid the sides of my jockeys down, skimming the length of my prick as it went. “There, we’re even,” I said.

“Oh no we’re not. You got to touch me.” Her arm extended, fingers wiggling in anticipation.

I couldn’t let her put her hand on me. I’d lose all control. And we’d be too close. I put my hands on my hips, a nude Superman with a Rod of Steel. “Sorry, that’s as far as we go.”

Alyssa reached out but I brushed her hand away. Her expression drooped. She pulled her robe closed and skulked out as I pulled up my underwear and pants. Major indiscretion avoided, I exhaled deeply. Everywhere I looked, I was being tempted by succulent young female flesh. How long before I slipped and took advantage? I had to rid myself of such thoughts. Ditz and her folks were an isolated incident. Just that once and then never again.

Alyssa was unavailable for sitting the following weekend, which was fine by me. We’d come too close to getting physically intimate. Then, on Sunday night, Alyssa and her abandoned mother showed up. They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. But Alyssa was right about chest endowment. She had her mom beat, hands down. Or hands up, but especially shoulders back.

Alyssa had mentioned her mother and I should get together, but their unannounced arrival was a surprise. “Hi. You must be Alyssa’s mother. I’m Harvey-“

“I know who you are.” The pair pushed their way past me. “I’m Emily Bollard. Alyssa, tell Mr. Marcus what happened last night.”

Alyssa’s voice quivered. “I went to my semiformal with Jake. He’s one of the popular jocks. He told me he and his girlfriend had split up and he wanted to take me. I was flattered. The dance was nice and all, and we went out to dinner.”

“Go on, get to the important part,” Emily coached.

“Afterwards, Jake drove to the lakefront. He said we were going to watch the submarine races. I told him I didn’t know there were submarines in Lake Michigan.”

Even I’d used that ruse with dates, to park out near the lake. It was a make-out spot. I’d gotten lucky pretty often, maybe because the idea of the lakefront is somewhat romantic. I must have smiled, because Emily scowled.

“Before I knew it, Jake unzipped my dress and pulled down the front. He told me to unhook my bra. So I did. Then he nuzzled my breasts and played with my nipples.”

“He didn’t!” I feigned outrage. Lucky guy. My memory of Alyssa’s body was fresh.

“He did. Then he unzipped his pants and told me he was going to tit fuck me. He knelt on the bench seat but that position didn’t work. That’s when he pushed me back. My head slammed on the passenger door.”

“Not a very loving gesture,” I said.

“That punk had no loving intentions whatsoever,” said Emily. “Go on, dear.”

“I was laying back, looking up. Through the window, I saw a bunch of his teammates, looking in. Some had cameras. I covered my chest just before flashes went off. Zeke got out and came around. He and his buddies pulled me out of the car. His steady girl was there, too. She got in the passenger side and waved one finger at me. Then he and his buddies drove off.” Alyssa sobbed.

No wonder. The absolute humiliation of getting conned, the butt of a bad sexual joke. My heart went out to her.

“Wait in the living room,” Emily ordered Alyssa.

When we were alone, Emily spoke in low tones. “So you see, Alyssa has been traumatized.”

“I agree. What can I do to help?”

“Emily told me she tried to talk to you before the incident, and you refused. Is that correct?”

We’d talked about her father, she showed me her tits, and I showed her my cock. “I don’t remember talking about going out on dates, specifically.”

“I urged her to speak with you before she went out. She said you put her off, so you shoulder at least part of the blame. We’re here to make it right.”

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“You seem a million miles away. What has your attention—that newspaper or that Japanese maple out there? The tree is new, isn’t it? Wasn’t something else there before?” The questions came from Walker Sharp, the novelist, and Maxwell Ackerman’s neighbor in the row of small, but very expensive, townhouses on Drayton Street, facing Savannah’s thirty-acre Forsyth Park.

Max turned his eyes on the man sitting beside him on the terrace behind his townhouse. The two had been taking turns hosting each other for 5:00 p.m. drinks for two years. Both were alone now. They came from two different worlds—Sharp wrote literary novels and Maxwell was a sportsman, having been a professional tennis player when young and a sports commentator and sports gear representative in middle age—with the difference between them even more pronounced. In his fifties, Walker Sharp was still turning out a best-selling novel every year. The public life of Maxwell, now in his late sixties, had been over for nearly a decade and his private world had collapsed two years previously. Walker was about Maxwell’s only day-to-day contact now other than Dinah and her husband, Horace, who took care of Maxwell’s minimal needs.

“Sorry, I’m just being morose,” Maxwell responded. “I see in today’s paper that Stan Murphy has died. He was entered at Wimbledon for the first time the last year I played there. I looked through the rest of the obits, and all the other men reported to have died are younger than I am.”

“It happens, Max,” Walker said. “That’s just today’s paper.”

“I know, but I looked at their ages and you know the first thing I thought? I thought that they didn’t die so young that I’d say they died too young. No one can say they didn’t get a full crack at life. And I’m older than they were when they died. I’ll bet that’s what others think too when they read those obits. That’s what they’ll think when they read mine. No one will say ‘He died too young.’ They’ll say I had a good life, which is as good as saying ‘It’s about time.'”

“I like to look at it more like my mother did when she was in a nursing home at the last,” Walker responded. He wasn’t going to try to talk Maxwell out of his morose attitude toward this. He had too much respect for Maxwell to try to sugarcoat life for him. “Although I’m sure she regretted the loss of friends, she admitted to me once that her first thought when someone else died was that she had outlived another one.”

“The tree out there,” Maxwell said, getting around to answering the question, “I put that in to balance the other Japanese maple. But I won’t live to see it large enough to do that.”

“There was something else there before, wasn’t there?” Walker asked, trying to change the subject to something that would depress his friend less—but unsuccessfully, as it turned out.

“Yes. There was a white birch tree. Neal put it in, wanting something there with interesting bark. I told him that white birches don’t thrive here, but he said this one would for him. But it died . . . just like Neal did.”

“It’s been two years, Max,” Walker said. “Neal wouldn’t like for you to withdraw from the world that long.” They paused in a few minutes of companionable silence before Walker picked up the conversation again. “I’m thinking of going to Club One this evening. Why don’t you go with me?”

Club One was a gay bar and entertainment venue in downtown Savannah, known for its drag queen shows and as a good pickup venue. Walker and Maxwell both were gay. That was the main reason they were comfortable with each other, although they’d never gone with each other in that way. Maxwell had very definitely been partnered with Neal Jordan, the Savannah native who had brought Maxwell to town after a career on the road internationally.

“You aren’t asking me out on a date, are you Walker?” Maxwell asked, a slight smile on his face. His eyes were still turned to the new Japanese maple, but what they were seeing was Neal planting the white birch. Since he wasn’t looking at Walker, though, the novelist didn’t hide what Walker, in fact, would like to see happen. And maybe, just maybe, Maxwell didn’t look directly at Walker when he said that because he didn’t want to see rejection in Walker’s eyes.

“No, of course not,” Walker quickly answered. “So, do you want to go?”

“No, thanks, not tonight. But do go ahead and go. You need to get out more.”

As do you, Walker thought, as he pulled himself up from the lawn chair. “Maybe another night then,” he said, as he moved toward the gate they’d put in the fence between their properties. Both of them knew that “maybe” was the operable word. “You need to get out as much as I do.” If not more, he added in his mind.

* * * *

Max sat and watched Walker move off toward his own side of the fence. He knew what his neighbor was suggesting. He even suspected that Walker would go with him if he indicated that was what he wanted. There was a time, when Neal was still alive and Walker still had his wife, Alice, that they were attracted to each other and both realized xnxx it and suppressed it because they both had partners they didn’t want to betray.

But that ship had sailed, hadn’t it? Walker was still an attractive man at fifty-five. He had grayed but done so without losing his male model looks or his trim figure. And as far as Max knew, Walker was still healthy without any serious debilitations. Max couldn’t say the same. He took eleven pills a day—for high blood pressure, diabetes, atrial fibrillation, and now there were arthritic pains cropping up here and there. He supposed he should be lucky to have reached his late sixties. He’d had some injuries in his pro tennis days, ones that built up to forcing him off the court before he was thirty-five. Of course, thirty-five is old for a professional singles tennis player, so he got no sympathy when injuries forced him into retirement from that. Yes, he’d kept himself in shape with gym work and club tennis, motivated to continue to look good and fit on camera, but in the last year—no, the last two years, since Neal’s death—he felt like he was going to pot.

For someone whose career typically aged out at thirty, what was there to look forward to for the next fifty years? He had enjoyed life after modest fame to a large extent, but wasn’t that mostly because of Neal? Neal was not supposed to go first.

The only good thing he could say about his condition other than still looking presentable was that he still could get it up and still could produce cum. But he was driving it with his own hands these days. He knew that was by choice, but at the same time he was wary of being rejected if he tried to take his need for a spin with younger men.

It was too late to contemplate Walker. He couldn’t even say whether they would be a good fit. Max had done some flip-flopping in his wild and sexy tennis days, but he’d been an exclusive top with Neal. He and Walker had never gotten around to determining whether they’d be a fit. After Alice had left Walker, there had been a procession of young men next door, but their preferences other than gay hadn’t been something that Max had discerned. He had still been content with Neal.

No, it was too late for Max, he was convinced. And he was a nonperson now. He was just waiting around for the end, it seemed, reading the obituaries and regretting what he wouldn’t be around to do and see—the trip to New Zealand would never happen now; he should have done that one of the years he played in the Australian Open. Nor would he be doing the around-the-world ocean cruise—or the ski village retreat in Aspen that one of his early boyfriends, Serge, and he had dreamed of. Neal was a beach bum; he had had no interest in snow.

What to do tonight? Max wondered. He could have taken Walker up on the evening at Club One. Maybe that would have stirred his juices. He hadn’t had sex since six months before Neal died—since Neal had grown too weak for it. He didn’t even know if he could keep it up now when faced with having sex with a stranger. He could get it up; he took care of himself. But with all the pills he took, could he keep it up with another man to deliver a mutually satisfying ejaculation? Wasn’t he afraid he couldn’t? Wasn’t that why he was holding Walker at arms’ length now and why he felt a bit threatened by the suggestion that they go to Club One together? Did he want to know that he couldn’t get it up when watching a sex act on stage or in going into a back room with a stranger? And was he afraid of a stranger laughing at the suggestion of going with a sixty-seven-year-old man, not willing even to go far enough to find out that Max was gloriously hung?

Max would walk into town, go through a couple of the famous squares, go to a steak house—maybe one of Paula Dean’s restaurants—this evening and maybe pretend he wished he could have taken the risk to try out Club One.

But first he’d go across the street and into Forsyth Park. This is where he’d first picked up Neal, and where he’d asked Neal to partner with him—and where Neal had broken the news of his terminal illness. All on the same bench in an isolated part of the park.

Max, sitting on a bench—his bench—in Forsyth Park, barely noticed the young man with the tennis racket under his arm pass the first time. On the second pass, he did notice him, especially because the young man—looking a bit scruffy for tennis but otherwise quite good looking, slim and with a sultry look, a lock of hair flopping over into his eyes—paused and gave Max a scrutinizing look. On the third pass, Max watched the young man approach and stop, and stand in front of him.

“Excuse me, but aren’t you Max Ackerman? The tennis player?” the young man asked.

“You recognize me?” Max asked. The young man—maybe twenty, maybe not quite—was a real looker, but both his cutoff jeans and his T-shirt were the worse for wear. He was wearing scuffed-up tennis shoes, but no socks.

“Yeah, I heard you lived somewhere around here. I play pick-up tennis on the courts at the southern end of the park brazzers when I can. We talk about you there.”

“You talk about me?”

“Yeah. You’re gay, aren’t you? We are too—the guys who meet for tennis. We heard you had a younger guy living with you here—and that you were quite a rake when you were playing tennis. Sort of an open secret. Like the male Martina Navratilova or Billy Jean King.”

“Which dates me, doesn’t it?” Max said, with a little laugh.

“Hey, you look great to me,” the young man. “Can I sit with you a bit? I mean, you’re not expecting anyone, are you? The younger guy you’re living with?”

“No, the bench is a public one. Sit, by all means, if you want. And there’s no waiting for my partner. He died—some time ago, actually. His name was Neal. Do you have a name, young man?”

“You can call me Jamie. I’m sorry about your partner.”

“That’s OK. I guess news travels slow in Savannah.”

“So, you waitin’ for someone else? You got someone else?”

“No, I’m not waiting for anyone else. You must play a rough game of tennis with these friends of yours,” Max said, wanting to change the subject. “You look like you’ve gotten the worst part of a rough game.”

“Yeah, well, these are my good clothes. I guess you can say that I don’t just play tennis at the park’s public courts. I live in the park too.”

“I’m sorry I said that,” Max said. “So, you’re homeless and live in the park?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s OK. I make do. I get some help. I have some regular guys who keep me going.”

“Regular guys?”

“Yeah, it’s how I heard that you like men. That’s what I do to get by. I take care of the needs of men. They pay me for sex. I probably shouldn’t say that in public, but you bein’ gay yourself and all . . .”

“I see. So, stopping by this bench . . .”

“Yeah, I thought maybe we could do a deal. It’s suppertime, and I heard—”

“You thought I might pay for your supper in exchange for a blow job?”

“Yeah. Like this bench, you know, is a favorite place for . . . you know. And the men who do me in the park—some of them who know you live nearby—ask me if I know you, if you’re done me. Like maybe it would give them a charge to do someone a famous tennis player has done. And, as I said, this is a bench where guys pick up other guys.”

“Yes, I know,” Max said, thinking about the first time he’d hooked up with Neal. Neal had given him a blow job over in those bushes over there. They’d met for the first time on this bench. They’d both known what this bench was used for. He’d taken Neal home then and never let him go again. “I’m afraid I’m a bit too old for all of that now.”

“You don’t look too old to me. But, if you’re not interested . . .” Jamie started to rise.

“I’m a bit lonely this evening—interests aside,” Max said. “Tell you what. Since you still are playing tennis despite the difficulty of your living arrangements and remember an old tennis player like me, I’d be happy to take you to dinner for the conversation, no strings attached.”

“I wouldn’t mind the strings attached,” Jamie said, “with you.”

“Let’s just say dinner, shall we?”

“If you don’t want it. But just whistle if you do. You look fine to me. It would be a gas to do a tennis legend.”

“I don’t think of myself as a tennis legend,” Max said, clearly flattered. And he hadn’t though in those terms for a good many years.

Rain was threatening, so Max took Jamie to a small restaurant nearby rather than into the historical area of town. They had a pleasant hour of eating and chatting, with Max discovering that Jamie was, indeed, well versed in both the playing and history of tennis. It was sprinkling when they exited the restaurant.

“I enjoyed it, Jamie,” Max said. “I guess I needed company this evening and I’ve enjoyed talking with you about tennis.”

“Thanks for dinner,” Jamie answered. “And if you want, I’ll come home with you and you can fuck me.”

“It’s tempting, Jamie. But I’m an old man and beyond that, I think it won’t be a good idea.”

“You think or you know?” Jamie asked. “It isn’t just the dinner. I like older men and you turn me on. It would be OK, if you’re worried, if, you know, you couldn’t perform to the end. I do old guys; I’d help you along. And if it just didn’t happen, that’s the way it is sometimes.”

“I don’t think I want to know the answer whether I could perform to the end, Jamie. But thanks, you’ve made me feel twenty years younger—and if I was twenty years younger, I’d still be more than twice your age. Thanks again for the company.” And, with that, Max launched himself into the falling raindrops and hurried back to his house.

The rain picked up and had become a deluge when, while locking up before going to bed, dressed in his sleeping shorts and a silk robe, Max found Jamie huddled in the shelter of his front porch.

“Jamie,” he said, turning on the porch light, and opening the door. “What are you doing there?”

“There’s nowhere in the park to shelter from rain like this,” sikiş izle Jamie said, “and they’ve put up a metal fence closing off the church porch I usually go to. Please, just let me sleep here until the rain stops. This isn’t the first time I’ve slept here. You just haven’t noticed.”

The “you just haven’t noticed” stung Max, especially now that he’d met the young man. How often had he seen him and just looked through him? “No. Come on in. I have plenty of bedrooms. There’s no reason for you to have to sleep out here.”

“OK, thanks. And if you want to—”

“Just come in out of the rain until it stops,” Max said.

Max woke to a thunderclap and a flash of light at the windows of the master bedroom. That may not have been what woke him up, though. He was on his back, his legs spread, and Jamie was lying between his legs, holding Max’s cock up with a fist wrapped around the base, and Jamie had his mouth on Max’s cock, sucking his cock head. Max had no idea how long this had been going on before he came fully awake, but he was in erection and was holding Jamie’s head between his hands.

He was with a young man and he was maintaining an erection.

“Ummm, ummm,” Jamie murmured and took his mouth off Max’s cock long enough to look up into Max’s face, both of their faces illuminated by another flash of lightning, and mutter, “Didn’t know you’d be hung like this. I thought maybe you were worried that you couldn’t get it up any more. There’s no reason to worry about that, though, is there? You’re huge . . . . and hard as granite.”

Yes, he’d been worried about that; no, clearly there was no reason for him to be worried. He let the young man have his way as he rose up Max’s body, settling himself in place straddling the older man’s hips, positioned the cock head at his hole, and slowly sank on it. The two men groaned and moaned in harmony, as Jamie rode Max’s cock to a very satisfying mutual ejaculation.

After coming, Jamie lowered his chest onto Max’s and they embraced.

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” Max murmured.

“I wanted to. I want to again. I’d like to do it with you driving. Whatever you were worried about, clearly it’s not a problem.”

The two dozed. Forty-five minutes later, with the storm still raging outside, Jamie was on his back on the bed, fisting his ankles and raising and spreading his legs, while Max knelt between them and fucked the young man in long, initially slow, but increasingly rapid thrusts of his cock, ending in Jamie crying out the stroke-off of his own cock with his hand and Max filling the bulb of a condom with a strong shot of cum.

Toward morning, all quiet outside now, Jamie was on his side, his buttocks cuddled into Max’s crotch and Max holding Jamie’s leg up while he mined the young man’s ass with his miraculously rehardened shaft. The two men were panting in coordinated sighs and whispering to each other about pulling the greatest satisfaction in the fuck out of each other. Jamie had already agreed not to be homeless any more.

There no longer was any question of whether Max could still get it up and keep it up for another man—or whether or not he wanted to do it with Jamie.

* * * *

“So, are these your tennis buddies?” Max asked as he returned from an evening run around Forsyth Park and entered the house. He had the urge to add, and is that my beer? But he knew it was. The four young men were sprawled around the living room.

“This is them, yes,” Jamie said, and he introduced the other three in the room, not showing the least bit of embarrassment that he’d brought his friends into the house. There was no point in telling them to make themselves comfortable, as they seemed to be quite at home on his expensive furniture, some of it antiques that he’d acquired during his travels abroad. Two of the young men were sitting yoga style on an Oriental carpet and obviously were being intimate with each other when they’d heard Max enter the house.

“I guess I’ll go up and shower,” Max said. “It was a sauna out there tonight.”

“Would you like company?” Jamie asked. “Todd here is skeptical about you.”

“Skeptical about me?”

“Yes, he doubts what I’ve told him about how hung you are.”

Terrific, Max thought. He’s sharing our sex life with his friends. “I don’t think I need help showering, Jamie,” he said, with a bit of pique and turned and climbed the stairs.

The door to one of the guest rooms on the floor above was open, and it was obvious to Max what was going on in there. Two more of Jamie’s friends were on the bed, one on top of the other, both naked. They were, of course, fucking. Max paused and watched for a moment, in shock that it was happening in his house and knowing he should break it up, but also aroused—and feeling the arousal—which, he couldn’t help appreciating, was gratifying. No, he wasn’t over the hill in the ability to be aroused, to get hard from it, and to steam on to an ejaculation. This presence of Jamie and his assumptions and not recognizing boundaries couldn’t go on, of course, but, dammit, it was taking years off of Max’s life. Max knew he also should have taken Jamie’s age and lifestyle into account when he invited him to live here. Jamie was being purposely disrespectful. He was just young.

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It was many years ago and I suppose you could say she was one of the lucky ones. She married a wealthy man had a house full of kids and when he died she was left well off.

It was on my mother’s side of the family. Grandma Eve had three daughters and two sons and they all had pretty much disowned their mother in their adult life.

I suppose, one could understand as Grandma Eve continued her professional career for the first five years of her marriage while spitting out babies on a regular schedule.

Grandpa Henry often quoted his favorite preacher: “Faith, is a man saying the kids are my. Knowledge, is a woman saying the kids are my husbands.”

My quote, which I kept to myself; “She must’ve been hell on wheels in the bedroom.”

Dad was forbidden to watch any of Grandma Eve’s professional videos. Ask him, and he would deny that he had four of her five-star videos hidden away in an unknown location. I searched but I never found them.

I was nearing 20 and still had not made up my mind as to what I wanted to do with my life.

Unmercifully, I was bombarded with the desires of my parents wanting me to attend college. Not knowing what else to do, I gave in. To the horror of my mother, I picked a college that was in the town of my Grandmother Eve. I was hoping it would be enough to frightened them out of sending me to college. It did not work.

With immense pressure from my father, my mother finally phoned her mother and it was agreed I would stay with her.

I arrived at Grandma Eve’s upscale home a week before I was to begin classes.

“Gary! What a grand young man you have turned into.” She said in welcome as she stood holding the door open. “I have not seen you since you were five years old. I have to tell you it was not my choice. Come in please! I have fresh lemonade in the kitchen.”

I barely remembered her as a youth and was quite startled to appraise her for the first time. I did not find her to be a pretty or beautiful woman, but nevertheless she was stunning. A full head of curly, colored white hair that could have been mistaken for a hat at a distance, the 60ish-year-old woman was from a time when more was better when it came to a woman’s figure. I had always thought my mother was stacked but grandma put her to shame in that department. The formfitting, white linen dress that she wore showed off her broad hips an ample ass that would cause any man to shake his head in disbelief and desire.

As I followed her to the kitchen, I studied her strong looking legs and I could not shake the question out of my head; “exactly how many men have you fucked?” No doubt her sexuality killed her rich husband in his early 50s.

“I have so many questions to ask you!” She said, as she poured the lemonade, which proved to be excellent. “You must catch me up on everything happening with my uptight, straight-laced children.”

I did exactly that and we sat for close to three hours talking, having lunch and drinking lemonade. We moved from the kitchen, through the glass doors to the broad expanse of the pool area with a view, back to the kitchen.

I found Grandma Eve to hold herself with an elegant statue, to have an unbridled free spirit, but, unfortunately, she had a mouth like a sailor. I had heard about it from the family but is still caught me off guard and I laughed occasionally at her vulgarity.

We spent the week touring the college, the countryside and had expensive lunches at more than one country club. Grandma seemed to know everybody and they went out of their way to say hello to her. It was all due to my grandpa as very few new of grandma’s past and they kept her secret.

During that week, I also found that grandma was fond of marijuana, saying it made her sleep better. I myself, being a teetotaler of alcohol and drugs, declined to join her.

I discovered that grandma had a housemaid and cook. After dinner, and after the help left, grandma retired to the pool area to smoke a few joints before hugging me warmly and wandering off to bed.

I was left to my devices; TV, radio, swimming, reading, Internet and anything else that struck my fancy. And of course, I jerked off a lot. Mostly in my bedroom at night but the swimming area was not out of bounds and sometimes in front of the computer looking at porn. Needless to say, I was having a ball and looking forward to meeting the girls at the college.

Son-of-a-bitch!!

Those were my exact words when I found out there were no girls at the college of my choice. How had I made such a stupid mistake? Of course, Grandma Eve found this hilarious.

“I just thought you were serious about education.” She teased. “I thought you might be a straight-laced nerd at the rest of the family. But I admit you do not seem like that.”

“How could I make such a dumb mistake!” I said.

“Don’t worry about it, Honey!” She comforted. “I can introduce you to all the young girls you desire at the country club. Easy ones too!”

“I prefer.” I protested.” To do my own porno izle chasing, thank you!”

I relented of course. True to her word at the end of a long day I had no want of girls i.e. pussy. I’m not sure how much Grandma Eve had to do with it, but there was pussy aplenty.

To the point, it was not uncommon on the weekend to have two or three girls swimming nude in the pool and walking around in their birthday suits, each one of them ready to spread their legs for me. Grandma provided me with three condom draws, which she kept full. I felt like I was living in the Playboy mansion.

With the first session of college over, I called my parents and told them I would be staying with Eve over the holiday.

“What the hell is this “Eve” all about?” Mom demanded. “Whatever happened to “Grandma”?”

“She insisted, mom!” I declared.

“Just don’t let my mother turn you into a pervert!”

Then dad got on the phone.

“Is the old gal as striking is ever?” Dad queried in a whisper.

“She’s a lovely woman, dad. In every way!” I answered.

“You should look her up on the Internet.” Dad suggested. “But don’t let your mother know! She went under the name of Eva Mae…….M-A-E. Of course, her videos are not as explicit as they are today, but they’re still pretty steamy.”

We said our goodbyes.

It’s not like I had not thought about looking her up on the Internet, but I didn’t know what name she acted under. Now I knew. I found eight of her videos.

Eve’s milky white skin was the first thing you noticed when you saw her on the screen. She appeared in many hair colors but it was always her smooth, milky white skin that stood out.

Dad was right! There were no explicit shots of her pussy or explicit shots of her coupling with the men in the scenes. I knew there was more to life than just sex and grandpa must have been a hell of a man to hold on to her all those years. She admitted she loved and missed him all the time.

Many nights after dinner I would retired to the TV, cutting on the computer only after she went to bed, and Eve would sit in the dark on the pool patio.

She always came in and gave me a warm hug before retiring. I could smell the pot and of course she would seem intoxicated. Her movements were slower and she was unsure of herself moving around furniture. I found, looking at the occasional brightness of the tip of the joint, that two was the norm.

I took it as a sign of trust that Eve’s bedroom door was rarely closed completely and I would check on her. Her well-being and to see if she was a sleep. Only then would I opened up her videos and masturbating in front of the computer.

Playing with the girls slacked off considerably when classes began again. Grandma Eve told me my grades are slipping.

I was back to mostly jerking off and found myself concentrating only on Eva Mae videos. I hated that they were not more explicit and constantly pondered what her treasure really looked like then, and now. Back then, why were men’s cocks openly shown when a woman’s pussy was taboo? It was madding.

Madding to the point that I found myself slipping down the hall to her bedroom to spy on her for sexual purposes. As she was a full-figured woman, and the warm nature that linked itself to such, she tended to shed the bedding occasionally when the air-conditioning was on and mostly with the heat on. It was now quite cold outside and she often lay uncovered with just her panties on.

I nearly swallowed my tongue the first time I saw her naked breasts. They did not seem as huge as when covered by a bra and dress but they were exquisite in extra-large. I squinted in the near darkness to make out her nipples, which were ample. Still there was the smooth, milky white skin that I had come to admire, and yes, desired to touch.

Her bed was positioned approximately 35 or so feet from the door and I did most of my viewing through a large mirror situated on the right wall. Only occasionally did I stick my head around the door.

I’m still saying I checked on her mostly out of concern, but I cannot deny I hoped she would be uncovered. A few minutes of looking at her bare breasts, a few minutes at the computer monitor viewing her videos, made my orgasms quite pleasant.

Then came the evening I discovered her completely nude. Lying on her right side, her milky white ass reflecting in the mirror perfectly, I began to pump my cock right there at the door. Her genuine ample ass negated any further pleasure of viewing her videos and I jerked off right there at the door, catching my semen in my hand.

After that evening, all I could think about was being intimate with Eve Mae, my Grandma Eve. It came to the point where it was beginning to really affect my grades in college. She was all I could think about and I spied on her not only as she slept but in every way I could conjure up.

Her walk-in closet was actually the way to her bathroom from the bedroom. Monitoring her of movements in the morning, porno I could sneak into the closet and spy on her through numerous mirrors situated throughout the bathroom.

While she was out, I rummaged through her drawers and came across a few sex toys, wondering when she used them or if she ever did. My fascination and want of her even led me to her soiled clothes bin.

All my desires and anxieties came to a head one evening. Actually at 5:12am in the morning.

Whether the four joints she had smoked had anything to do with the events, I never learned. She had lingered on the patio until 2am and I had pretty much given up on viewing her videos or masturbating.

I had gotten up to pee. As I had a small bathroom in my own room, I had to leave my room to pad down the hall to Eve’s room. It had become second nature to check on her, and with a few hours sleep I was again thinking about masturbating.

My breath caught and my heart skipped a beat. I think it might have actually stopped.

Through the large mirror, I saw Eve lay propped up on her pillows with her legs wide and her right hand scrubbing at her pussy. I had apparently missed the beginnings of her masturbation session and it appeared she was concentrating on bringing herself to orgasm. What could the lady possibly be thinking about?

For many minutes, she scrubbed at her pussy without success. Her breathing and her moans could be heard clearly across the room. Her moans showed her frustration.

After many minutes, I saw her reach for a dildo lying next to her. I had not noticed it right off.

As she eased the lengthy dildo into her, right up to the rubber balls, I released my cock from my briefs.

She began to stroke the dildo into her with her left hand as the fingers of her right hand massaged, then scrubbed, at her clit.

Many minutes past and again her sounds denoted frustration.

She maneuvered herself to her knees, the dildo still implanted in her and her stance wide. She struggled to fuck herself with the dildo, using her right in this time, while fingering her clit with the left.

It struck me that her stance could be construed as seductive teasing. I dismissed the notion as I never want saw her glance at the mirror. I considered Eve a classy lady, though she had been a porn star. And, I was after all her grandson.

As the minutes passed, and I heard the frustrated sounds once more, I eased into the room slowly. I threw caution to the wind. Grandma or not, I had to get nearer to her milky white butt sticking up in the air.

Moving in close, I could now tell that the dildo was purple and I was mesmerized by it moving in and out of her pussy. I noted a bit of fuzz on her mound, but otherwise her treasure was waxed bare.

My heart stopped once more as she maneuvered quickly to her back, switched hands, and continued frantically stroking the rubber cock into her. She had not noticed me in the near darkness of the bedroom.

But I was stroking my cock and the motion eventually caught her attention.

“Gary! What on earth are you doing in my bedroom? ” She said in a startled but suppressed tone.

She said this while only slowing the rhythm of the dildo into her.

“Your mother will kill both of us if she finds you caught me in such an awkward fashion.” She continued.

I had nothing to say. I had no answer to her question or her theory of death at my mother’s hand. But, I had to say something.

“You seem to be having a problem?” I proposed. “I might be able to help you with your problem.”

“Do you think so, honey?” Eve replied. “I am beyond caring how it happens. I just want it. I need it desperately!”

I literally scrambled onto the bed. My hand replaced hers on the dildo and I eased it out of her. I was in fear of protest and I quickly put my mouth to her pussy and began to flutter my tongue, searching for her clit.

Her moan not only told me I had found it, but also denoted her total surrender. I relaxed and began the expertise I had learned with, and from, the numerous girls that had lounged around the house.

The soft light of morning was beginning to stream around the curtains. I could better make out Eva Mae’s pussy. Eve’s pussy! How many men had eaten and fucked her treasure. How many had possibly aroused her enough to surrender totally to them.

I shook all those thoughts out of my head. I had her gorgeous, milky white buttocks in my hands and that’s all that really mattered.

As I licked and kissed at her pussy, I studied it as best I could. The small labia, the surrounding area of light cocoa brown color and the cold black, mixed with gray, patch of pubic hair I found lovely and intoxicating.

She flexed her body up to assist as I endeavored to lift her ass, sticking my tongue into her.

“My God, boy!” She cried. “You are wonderful.”

Eve hump my face as I tongue fucked her.

I was content to eat her pussy forever. She was drenching my face and chin with her juices. rokettube I alternated my attention between tongue fucking her and fluttering, feather-lightly over her clit.

Eve had both of her fists at her mouth as she moaned deliriously. Her feet, early on, were repositioned to my shoulders with her knees spread as wide as she could get them.

My hands, when not lifting her ass, roamed over her belly and thighs, inside and out. All were magnificent! All overshadowed any girl I had ever bedded.

Her mature toned moans were music to my ears!

“Ohhhhh!A Aaaahhhhhh! It’s so good! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!” She cried.

I had no intentions of stopping. I was purging her juices from my mouth and they were dripping down my chin to the bed. I felt the moisture on the sheets as I pushed my middle finger into her pussy. So much for forever! No sooner than I pushed my finger deep into her;

“AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaa!” She cried, as her body seized with orgasm and she began huffing and puffing as if having a baby.

I concentrated on keeping my finger in her in my tongue to her clit. It was no easy task as her ass lifted off the bed and humped my face.

Her fist beat the bed until she began to simmer down and then her hands roamed over my head, pulling my hair and ears forcibly, then lightly.

“That was so unbelievably good!” She said breathlessly. “Soooooo fucking good!”

I continued the tongue attention on her saturated treasure, waiting, I suppose, for the command to come up, but she soon pushed my head away.

“I’ve got to pee.” She said, lifting her right leg over my head and rolling from the bed.

‘Aaggg! Fuck!’ My mind screamed, fearful that all was over.

I watched her disappear through the dressing closet.

“Come here, Gary.”

I barely heard her call. I rolled quickly from the bed, thinking something might be wrong. I walked hurriedly through the dressing closet and found her sitting on the toilet. She motioned me to her and I could hear her pee hitting the water in the bowl.

Moving close to her, she placed her hands on my hips and promptly took my cock in her mouth. She began sucking lightly on the head but was soon taking the whole length into her mouth.

My hands began to play through her hair and I did not try to stifle my moans.

Eve’s hands squeezed my buttocks as she expertly sucked my cock.

I was proud of the length of my cock but I was disappointed at its thickness. My close male friends called me pencil Dick. Of the girls I had fucked, all seemed more than happy with it, especially when I stuck it deep.

I now hoped, now that I felt I still had a chance, when I got to stick my cock in Eve, she too would find a pleasing.

As she sucked on my cock, my mind flashed to my father’s fascination with Eva Mae and I imagined what he might think if could see Eve and I at this moment.

Eve removed her mouth on my cock and gently pushed me a way. When she stood she seemed a bit wobbly and I wondered if she was still feeling the effects of the pot.

She seemed to stumble and reached for the expensive bathroom counter, placing her head on her folded arms. Her stance and her milky white ass appeared there for the taking. I had seen the stiff legged stance, accenting her ass many times in her Eva Mae videos.

An offering? I moved in close behind her, pushed her ass cheeks up and easily pushed into her still well lubricated pussy.

My desires had come true. I had my cock inside Eve. I pushed the fact that she was my grandmother out of the equation. It was not hard. Over the years I had barely knew the woman. I was getting to know her very well now!

“Oh God!” She moaned. “This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

Her words had no effect on me. I had my cock in her. It was happening! I wasn’t about to end it.

It took long minutes before I heard the first moan escaped her. The moans began to cascade from her.

“Your cock is rock hard, Gary.” She said. “You must be feeling the ecstasy of fucking an over the hill porn star and your grandmother. Two birds with one stone! Your mother is going to kill me!”

“You’re not over the hill Eve!” I protested. “And what! Are you going to tell her? I’m sure as hell not!”

“You’ve done me a great service, sugar.” She moaned. “It’s good to have a real cock in me again and I won’t stop you. Not tonight.”

With that knowledge, I pulled my cock out of her and turned her around. With some effort, I threw a towel on the counter and got her up on it. She leaned the foot so backwards to the mirror as I lifted her knees and again without help or guidance pushed my cock back into her.

I was in no hurry and I fucked her with varying rhythms and thrusts, taking the time to suck on her nipples, squeezing and caressing her breasts.

I was soon fucking her with determination. Her breathing was elevated and she still grunted and moaned, but one might contest her state of arousal.

She loosely hung her hands over my shoulders and flexed her ass towards me. Maybe it was the pride of her former profession to always the vixen. Still, like so many fools, I hoped she wasn’t acting!

Taking my time lost out to the desire to fill Eve’s belly!

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What She Needs Ch. 06

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“Hello?!”

“Oh, hey Jesse, come on up.”

Laura had been making pasta salad when he entered the house. She could hear several other voices with him. They all made their way up to the top level.

Jesse walked right over to her with a smile on his lips, wrapping her up in his strong arms and kissing her hard. He had been thinking about her all week, and looking forward to this get together.

Laura was surprised by his action, but she didn’t push him away, in fact she gave in to his embrace and returned the affection. She slipped her fingers through his loose blond waves, pressing her body close to him.

“Come on guys, save that for later.” Jesse’s brother, Nick, pushed past them into the kitchen putting a bowl in the refrigerator.

“Mom sent potato salad.”

“That was sweet of her. Thank her for me please.” Laura spoke to Nick, but her gaze never left Jesse as she stood there, still in his arms.

Jesse also seemed to only see her in this large room full of people. Finally he came too and started making introductions. Most of them were people she had met at Kelly’s on her first date with him.

“My friends are already in the pool. I just came up here to finish up a few things.”

Jesse gave his brother a look, and Nick took the hint and led everyone downstairs.

Laura gave Jesse a sly smile, chuckling. “Well that was smooth.”

“What?” He gave her a smug grin. “This is a pool party right? Just figure that’s why they came.”

He sat on one of the bar stools, reaching out to pull her into him. She offered no resistance, nestling between his legs and slipping her arms around his shoulders. They kissed softly, little kisses to each other’s lips, cheeks, just gentle touches. She loved the way he would hold her hips, his thumbs moving over the bones while his strong hands cupped around her tiny waist.

Jesse had no concern to join the rest of the crew at the pool. He would be perfectly content to stay right here alone with her. His mind kept wandering around that intimate kiss in the dark booth at Kelly’s. He had never felt something so electric.

Laura hadn’t heard the door open, or footsteps on the stairs, but she did hear David’s throat clear, and noticed Jesse’s reaction to seeing him standing there.

Laura looked over her shoulder and giggled at him. “I thought we agreed last night you weren’t the old pervert?”

“Yup, we did. I thought I would play the nosey neighbor instead.” He teased back. “Want the shrimp in the fridge?”

Laura pulled from Jesse, she couldn’t help but notice he seemed to quickly retreat to a young boy around David. It was probably because he had grown up around the older man. He obviously respected him. She took the shrimp and put it in the fridge as the two talked about surf and fishing. She tended to the last items needing her attention in the kitchen.

“Ok, we can head back downstairs.”

Outside the music was cranking and everyone was splashing in the pool. She introduced Jesse and David to her friends and things were light and friendly.

Nick was trying to snuggle up to Jen and Jesse whispered to Laura that Jen was just his brother’s type.

Jesse kept a hand on Laura at almost all times, and they exchanged soft kisses and little whispers. To anyone looking at them they seemed like a couple that had been intimate for months or more. There was definitely a connection.

Laura’s eyes drifted over to see Carey sittng in the hot tub with David. They were seated across from each other laughing. She watched as Carey leaned back, she was sure her friend was stretching out her legs and was rubbing her foot against his leg. Laura had seen Carey do that little trick several times.

“He’s my idol.” Jesse whispered into her ear.

“What?” Laura laughed.

“Come on, He’s like almost sixty and lands hot women my age all the time.”

“Hot? So you think Carey is hot?” It was a good tease as Laura turned in the water and shoved Jesse under. As he came back up breaking the surface of the water he shook his head, sending water flying over her.

Laura tried to back away, but he dove under the water and pulled her down with him. They both rose back up laughing and splashing each other.

With his finger, he beckoned her over and pulled her in tight for a long kiss. Just holding her close sent him into jitters. He wasn’t going to push anything with her, but he had been hoping she would let him stay, and the way she was responding, he thought he stood a good chance.

Carey turned her attention back from her friend splashing in the pool to the sexy man seated across from her. She had placed her feet on the seat next to him, touching his thigh softly on occasion, hoping it seemed like the churning waters were moving her feet.

She wasn’t doing anything David hadn’t experienced before. Fifty-nine years, he had seen it all. He too was playing his own “accidental” touching, letting his hand drift under the water and caress her calf from time to time. He kept thinking about last night, how easily he altyazılı porno could have had her. Nothing had changed.

“So this woman? Something long term, or a goal kinda thing.”

He chuckled at her. “I don’t know yet. It would depend on her. I am almost sixty sweetie; I don’t think long term anymore.”

“Well I am only around for the weekend. You could continue your quest of her once I am gone.”

“I could.” He just looked her straight in the eye.

“I’m a lotta fun.”

“I bet.”

He leaned forward, preparing to exit the hot tub, letting his hand run up her slender long legs, cupping her mound hard, curling his fingers against her bikini clad lips.

Whispering softly into her ear, “I’ve yet to have a woman that wasn’t fun.”

Carey moaned and pushed her hips up against his hand. There was something in that touch that was dominating and powerful, but so simple.

He stepped from the waters and called over to Jesse, “You want to help me with the burgers?”

“Sure thing, David,” he called out then kissed Laura. “Gotta go do the man thing.”

As the guys burnt the burgers, the girls brought the food down and set up the table beside the pool.

“You are trying really hard to land that old guy.” Kim teased Carey.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“He’s definitely hot for his age. Jen is all into Jesse’s brother. Notice they are missing?”

Laura looked around and then started to laugh. “Boy, and I thought Carey was the slut.”

They all laughed and asked Jesse’s cousin about any secrets on the two boys, hoping the girl would gossip a little. She did.

Laura headed upstairs to get a platter for the hamburgers. As she was straining up on tip toes to reach for it, a hand reached past her, bringing down the platter.

“Must be a bitch to be short.” David’s voice was soft and teasing.

“No, it makes no sense for anyone to store anything up that high.”

“Perhaps they should list rentals based on the person’s height?”

“Very funny. But in that case you wouldn’t have met me.”

He set the platter down on the counter and took another step forward, closing the gap between them and pressing her into the counter. He looked down into those stunning green eyes and smiled. How he wanted to touch her, to kiss her.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

Laura swallowed hard, her breath was catching in her throat and that feeling was rushing through her again. Her voice came out in a husky whisper.

“No…we wouldn’t.”

She couldn’t look away from the spheres of blue that swirled, holding her stare. She needed desperately to break that trance he was holding on her. Again, she didn’t know if he was meaning to come on to her, or just being friendly. What if unintentionally she wanted him and was making more of this than was really there.

David knew what he was doing, but was finding it hard to stick to his plan. He should take the platter and turn away, acting as if nothing was happening, but he just couldn’t. He wanted her.

Taking a deep breath, he did just what he told himself he would do. He grabbed the dish and turned and walked off.

“Better get back down there before them kids ruin the burgers.”

Laura took a moment to collect her self before going back downstairs. On the second level she could hear the faint moans of passion coming from Jen’s room.

“Food’s ready you two.” She called out laughing and continued on down to the pool.

Everyone was seated around the two tables and eating when the couple tried to sneak in. Nothing was said, but the looks and the snickers made it almost impossible not to notice the situation.

Nick took charge quickly, “you guys are all just jealous.”

With that everyone broke into laughter.

Later that night, Laura found herself seated alone in the hot tub while several of the others played corn hole, just relaxing since she didn’t care for the game. Her eyes were closed when she heard that familiar voice again.

“Want some company?”

“Not playing that hideous game?”

“I like corn hole. But your boyfriend beat me.”

“He’s not my boyfriend David.”

“Yeah, I just thought I would tease you about it. He talks non stop about you.”

“I have a good time with him.”

“But….” David chose the seat beside her, so that they could talk easily over the noise of the jets.

“I don’t want a relationship, David. Not even a month long summer fling. I am just here to get my head around things. Maybe find myself…whatever that means.”

“Then tell him, Laura. You two aren’t kids. Be honest. He will understand.”

She turned to smile at him, actually turning her body under the water. Her knee touched his hand, and neither of them moved. Actually David made the conscious decision to rest his hand on her thigh, near her knee. He smiled back at her.

There were unspoken words, and in each of their minds, they were having two different conversations.

Laura was thinking, just tell me if you want me…cause mobil porno I haven’t a clue how to react. And David was thinking, don’t let Jesse stay the night, don’t get closer to him.

Not that he wanted anything concrete with her. He knew very well he only wanted something sexual. He wanted to make her feel emotions and orgasms she could only dream about, but he certainly didn’t want anything serious with her either.

Laura took a deep breath, grasping for conversation.

“So are you taking Carey home?”

“What?! No, no…not at all. She is surely willing, ready, and able though.”

“She likes a challenge, and isn’t used to hearing ‘no.’ Just fuck her and she will stop humping your leg.”

He laughed hard at her frankness. “Maybe I like stringing her along.”

“Yeah, who is this woman you are set on? I thought Maria was a casual thing?”

He raised an eyebrow and gave her a smug smile. “It isn’t Maria.”

Laura let the subject drop, turning back in her seat and resting her head against the pillow.

They both sat there quietly enjoying the moment, but David was hard and finding it difficult to just ignore his need.

“Well, I think I will head home for the night. Let ya’ll get into your crazy stuff.”

Laura couldn’t help but laugh, she almost found it hard to stop.

“I think if you stuck around you could teach us all a thing or two.”

He leaned over, grasping her shoulder softly and whispering in her ear, “I only give lessons one on one, Laura.”

Once again she was sitting there confused by him.

He let himself out the back gate calling over, “Have a great night darling.”

As the night wore on slowly everyone left. Laura was alone with Jesse down in the pool, cuddling, kissing, and just enjoying each other. Carey had gone to bed with an alcohol headache and Nick had been fortunate enough to sneak off not only with Jen, but with Kim as well.

Holding on to Jesse as he moved her around in the warm waters of the pool Laura felt at ease. She had a good buzz going and knew that Jesse was staying the night, and she was completely comfortable with that.

After one particularly long, deep kiss, Jesse broke from her and touched her face gently, his eyes penetrating into her soul.

“Let’s go on up to bed. You look beat.”

Laura smiled lazily at him, nodding. “I think it’s a buzz, not tired.”

“Then let’s go up and I can take advantage of that buzz.”

He was grinning from ear to ear as he helped her up the steps out of the pool.

“You would do such a thing? Take advantage of a drunken girl?”

“Not usually, no. But I can make an exception for you.”

They stumbled up the three stories of steps, occasionally stopping to kiss and fondle each other. Jesse’s heart was pounding. He wanted her so bad, but he wasn’t going to push the position, if she opened up to him, or took charge, then he would see it through. If she wanted to just cuddle and fall asleep in his arms, then he was perfectly cool with that as well.

Once in her room he shut the door and led her to the bed, sitting her down on it he dropped to his knees and continued to kiss her, his hands running down her shoulders, her arms, then to her delicate spine. He loved the soft sounds of pleasure she was making. He gripped the strings to that tiny bikini top and started to pull, hesitating just long enough to give her a chance to stop him. She did nothing but deepen the kiss.

Kneeling in front of her, removing the top put Jesse’s head at the perfect height. Her creamy round breasts and deep cleavage were right in his line of sight and he licked his lips and began to kiss them softly, following the top curves and avoiding her nipples for the time. They were hard and he was wondering if it was from the damp bathing suit or his touch. He squeezed them gently and listened for her whimpers and soft mews of pleasure. Rolling his tongue along the silken flesh, he came to her taut pink nipple and suckled on it as his fingers played with the other.

He stood and then gently pushed her onto her back and curled up on the bed beside her, his hand gliding down her smooth belly to the lovely curve of her bikini clad sex, her hand came up to stop him.

Laura had been returning his affections, she hadn’t stopped him when he removed her top, or as his mouth and tongue sent her into sweet torment of bliss, but everything was telling her she shouldn’t let this continue. It wasn’t fair to either of them.

“I’m sorry Jesse. But I am in no frame of mind to start a relationship, even just a casual sex thing. I don’t know where my heart is or where it wants to be.”

“I’m good with that. I’d sound like an ass if I said I wasn’t worried about a long term relationship.” His light laugh was sincere.

“Yes, yes you would.”

“But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t upset, or that I didn’t think about the possibilities, cause I do. Both long term and just casual.”

“I can respect that.”

She sat up and headed into the bathroom, sex izle calling over her shoulder that she was more than happy to share her bed though.

When she came out, Jesse was under the covers with a wide grin on his lips.

“What’s that shit eatin grin for?”

“I didn’t bring anything to change into.”

“So?”

“I’m sleepin nude.”

“Well, that makes two of us.” Laura let the black satin robe fall to the floor.

Jesse just stared at her. There was something in that act that made her seem more seductive and sexy than when she had walked into the bathroom. Even though she had only been wearing a tiny bikini bottom that left little to the imagination, watching that shimmering ebony robe flutter down around soft ivory curves almost made him cum right there.

He swallowed hard and let his gaze travel up from her bare sex, past supple breasts to those stunning emerald eyes.

“Maybe I should sleep in another bedroom.”

Laura laughed. “Just go into the bathroom and jerk off.”

She was shocked to see him blush.

“I might have to do that.”

She had climbed under the covers with him and curled up close, nestling her head on his shoulder and curling a toned leg up around his, a slight rub of her damp pussy to his thigh. She tried very hard to keep from rocking her hips, or letting her hand trail down to his very hard cock.

As they lay there in silence, Jesse ran his fingers through her long fiery mane, just breathing her in and concentrating on anything other than her near perfect nude body curled up to his. He thought about a side job he needed to look at tomorrow and what he might charge, also some things that needed to be done around the house. It wasn’t working.

It especially didn’t help when the sounds of wild sex started to drift up from the floor below. Just great. My brother is fucking two girls he could care less about, and here I am trying to talk down my cock!

Hearing Laura giggle caught his attention.

“That poor boy.”

“Really? I was thinking more like, ‘lucky SOB.'”

“You would. But those two are WAY more than he can handle.”

“I’ll get to hear all about it tomorrow.”

“So will I.”

There was a long silence inter mixed with occasional snickers from both of them when certain sounds or phrases were made.

It was Jesse that broke the silence.

“Ok, I need to be honest.” He had turned to lie on his side and look her straight in the eye. “I am not looking for anything from you, or expecting anything. But I am horny as hell, and that surely isn’t helping.”

“You want to join him?” Laura teased.

“No, I want you…wait…is that an option?” He teased her right back.

“I didn’t lock you in here. Go for it.”

Now what guy isn’t going to take a moment to think about that? Problem was; that was his brother down there also.

“I want you, Laura.”

“I want you also, but I don’t want that awkward feeling tomorrow. Can you promise me that neither of us will feel that?”

Jesse lay back down, his arms crossed under his head, closing his eyes and sighing. “You know I can’t.”

Laura kissed his cheek softly and closed her eyes. At some point the buzz put her to sleep.

Jesse on the other hand snuck out of the bed and went to use her shower. The sounds coming from the other bedroom and his need for Laura were just too much.

Nick couldn’t believe his luck. He was nineteen and having a threesome. Kim was straddling his face and his tongue was making her cum time and time again. Jen had been relentlessly fucking his cock and he was on his third erection. He knew damn well that with the alcohol and getting the first two out of the way, he wouldn’t cum again anytime soon.

He had the great fortune of having both girls suck him off earlier after watching the two of them feast on each other’s pussy’s. Both girls were sexy in two different ways. Kim had lots of curves with big beautiful tits that he loved burying his face into, and Jen was this tiny little thing that seemed so fragile.

As Kim again flooded his mouth with thick cum he could hear that the two girls were kissing and moaning. Jen had slowed down on his cock and her pussy was gripping him in wonderful spasms, cum dripping from her and covering his cock and balls. Both girls shifted off of him and crumpled up on the bed, touching and kissing, pulling him into the embrace.

Kim giggled, “Know what would make this better?”

Nick gasped, “This could be better?”

“Oh yeah! If your brother and Laura joined us.” Jen purred with the thought.

“Ummmm…no. I don’t want my brother anywhere near my cock.”

Both girls laughed.

“But Laura? Hell yeah.” He rolled Jen over onto her back and shoved his face between her legs, wanting to clean up all that cum she had let loose on him.

As he enjoyed his dessert the girls continued to talk.

“I’ve never done brothers.” Kim hinted.

“I’ve never done two guys at once at all! My God you are a slut Kim.”

Kim was watching Nick lick and suck on Jen’s pussy, pulling and stretching her lips and clit. She knew Jen was in heaven with all he was doing.

“Ya know, you are really good at eatin pussy. Most young guys aren’t.”

“Mmmmmmm…I agree, I could let him do this all night.”

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It started out innocently enough. Well, for me anyway. You see a couple of the ladies at work were swapping tales of their sexual escapades and one name kept coming up: Kevin.

Now, Kevin, well, he turned out to be from the mail room. So what were all these high powered female execs doing with him? Could he really be as good as they made out? Was he as endowed as they said?

Someone had even written, as cliché as it was, “For a good time call Kevin @ 555-971-9191” on the bathroom wall. Now I know you are thinking why call. Or is the number really real?

Well the answer is that, like Samantha on “Sex and the City”, I like to have sex like a man–no regrets, just passion. So, of course, you knew it was coming, I called him.

His voice was deep and rich and vibrated with pure sensuality. We made plans to meet first to see if we’d like each other. As it turned out our decision to meet at a hotel restaurant was a good one.

When he turned me around in my seat I nearly passed out. He was gorgeous. The quintessential black man with wide shoulders, thick lips, large hands (and something else I hoped as I glanced at his crotch openly) and a large bulge that had me salivating quickly.

When I realized why he was in such a hurry to leave I was suddenly in a greater hurry. When Kevin saw me he was already semi-hard and he got so hard that already large member got larger and the head poked out from underneath the bottom of his shorts!

I am 4′ 10″ tall, have hair to halfway between my knees and ankles that is reddish in color, green-blue eyes and an attitude that simply says, “Obey me.” At least I had the attitude until I saw his one-eyed monster sneaking out of his shorts. That is what made me drop to my knees in the elevator on the way up to the room he’d already reserved for us.

I wish I’d seen the look on the faces of those entering when we stopped but I was too busy worshipping his 16″ monster cock. Waiting was suddenly not an ability I had any longer. I had to try and deep throat him if possible and believe me I gave it the good ol’ college slut try. Unfortunately, the only way to do it at first involved me hanging my head off the bed and him facefucking me.

All the women whom had talked about Kevin said he was kinky so when I cuffed üvey kız kardeş porno my hands behind my back after first blindfolding myself he took it in stride. I loved the way he simply ripped my clothes from my body after we got in the room and tossed me on the bed. I figured he’d fuck me quickly then send me on my way.

What he did instead was to remove his clothes telling me about what he removed and how he looked as he did it. Then, when naked, he crawled over me allowing his cock to momentarily graze my lips, but not enter them. He licked me slowly as he moved until he got to my pussy. I’d always heard that black men don’t eat pussy and that those that do are really bad at it–not if you used him as a guide they aren’t.

He took his time eating me out. Slowly, ever so slowly, he worked me towards the peak but every single time he denied me it. He was a good pussy teaser and he was enjoying me juicing up but not fully releasing. Now I know what it is like when I do the same type of tease to a hard cock.

I fairly screamed at him to make me cum but he was not to be persuaded to do so. His fingers got into the act and, one by one, the more I juiced up, the more fingers he inserted in me. It happened so gradually that I barely noticed he had 4 fingers in me and was working on the whole fist. I didn’t know whether to applaud, cry, scream in pain or scream in pleasure as his whole hand was now in me. He then pushed his hand and arm into me. He moved it in and out slowly to get me used to the motion but soon enough I was begging for him to fuck me hard and fast with it.

I could feel the lube being applied to my ass but didn’t care. My pussy was full and that is what counted; besides if his arm could do this imagine what his cock would do. By the time I figured out his cock wasn’t going in my pussy it was too late. I’d been so aroused I’d forgotten his arm was in me there already.

I grunted as he pushed his cock in my shitter, but not from pain but rather the pleasure of his cock filling my ass so. With his arm and cock in me I was severely doublestuffed and loving every minute of it.

The sound never registered in my mind until it was too late. There, all around me, with video cameras, were the workers xnxx porno I’d overheard talking about Kevin.

“I told you she was a fucking slut,” said one.

“No doubt about it,” said another.

“Aren’t you glad this is all recorded on disc,” said the third.

All in all there were 10 women around us and I still had a cock and arm inside me.

“Hey, Sandra,” one yelled, “in case you haven’t recognized us all yet we are the ones you stepped on on the way up the corporate ladder!”

My heart sank.

“What do you want?” I stammered.

“Nothing at all hon,” said one, “we are simply going to end your career and marriage in one fell swoop!”

I was in tears. I am a great worker, but if this got out a few things would happen: 1) My husband would divorce me and get the kids in the custody battle which would be both messy and public 2) I would either get fired from a job I could not afford to lose or become the company whore 3) I would be disowned by my God-fearing, ultra-religious family. None of these things I could afford to happen.

As you can imagine, and it should come as no surprise, I begged them not to release the video.

“Please,” I begged, “I’ll do anything you ask to get that back.”

“Anything?” the ringleader of the group asked.

“Anything,” I answered.

“Well,” she stated, “I can think of a few things you can do–starting with getting that cock out of you. You aren’t worthy of it slut!”

The cock popped from my ass quickly as I didn’t want to anger them by going too slow.

“Now, bitch,” she said, “that is you name from now on–BITCH. You will do as we say or we will ruin you. Now, bitch, I expect you will need sex from time to time so from now on you will wear no underwear of any kind and your clothes are to be such that they allow easy access at all times. Next, you will only have sex when we tell you; if your husband starts thinking you are frigid we will thaw him out. Make note of everyone you see here they are your new Mistresses. You will please them whenever, wherever they are and you will do so regardless of who else is there. Am I clear? If not, let me spell it out you are our property from now on to with as we see fit.”

“What can I say,” I thought. zenci porno

“Of course Mistress,” I said.

“Good slut,” she said, “from now on you are ours. My first order for you when you leave here is this: Get a couple of sets of ben wa balls and one small, one medium and one large set of both butt plugs and anal beads.”

My eyes went wide.

“I can see your surprise slut,” she said, “but it makes no difference. I expect to see you in my office Monday morning at 8 am sharp with the ben wa balls and the small set of anal beads in you. Make sure you put them in your ass as soon as you get out of the shower slut.”

My jaw dropped.

So I was to be a company whore, but, at least for now, I was to be a lesbian company whore. How long that status would last I did not know.

Monday morning rolled around all too quickly, or slowly, depending on your point of view. As I walked into Ms. Alvarez’s, the ringleader’s, office with both the anal beads and the ben wa balls in and no underwear on wearing a black dress that left me completely available to her she smiled. Ms. Alvarez is the company CFO and as such wields enormous power, so when she told me to get under her desk and eat her out I didn’t hesitate. Ms. Alvarez was a gorgeous Hispanic woman with the tightest conch I’d ever seen in a women’s gym.

She told me not to make a sound as she had an appointment with a possible employee and he was not to know what was going on, though I was not to stop either. It was then that I heard a familiar voice–my husband’s–he hadn’t even told me he was searching for a job.

Now what could I do? Confront my husband and thus assure him I was a lesbian whore for my company? Or maybe I should just keep quiet and act as if nothing had happened. I could not face him as these women all had proof of my infidelity with Kevin and his 16″ horse cock–video proof. Heck, I am fairly certain they set me up for this.

How could I break this to my husband and not lose him and the kids? Would it excite him to know my body was ravaged by Kevin’s huge cock? Would it arouse him to know this slutty woman, his very own wife, was fucking black cock on the side as well as eating women’s pussies in risky situations?

All it would take to get his answer was a simple movement or sound. Of course explaining all the anal beads and ben wa balls would be a bit more difficult but then given where I was at the moment I think he’d have an idea of what was going on.

It took me but a few moments to make my decision.

And my decision was to…

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Halfway up the apartment stairs, Linda hears her name. She stops, she listens. It’s the landlord telling her he signed for a delivery. Back down the stairs, now waiting at his doorway. Feelings of excitement. She knows what it is. She grabs the box and thanks him. Back up the stairs. She enters her apartment. It is a two-family house. She rents the second floor with a roommate.

Too many months have passed since she’s been laid. She is going crazy. She finally purchased some toys off the internet. The roommate is away. She has the place to herself. She throws her keys, cell, and briefcase onto a chair in the living room. She rips open the box. The first thing she pulls out is the thickest, longest dildo she has ever seen. Not that she has seen many except for the occasional gag gift at bridal showers. Eeeep! How the hell will that ever fit inside her? She wonders if the order got messed up. It didn’t look this big on the website. She shrugs her shoulders. She is not about to return it.

Standing by the couch, she strips naked. She doesn’t bother drawing the shades. Two college-aged boys live next door. She entertains thoughts that they may be watching. This excites her.

The couch is against a wall. It is across from a large window which faces their place. She lays on her back on the couch. She rests one leg on top of its back. She rests the foot of her other leg on the coffee table. She messages her breasts. Fantasies, fantasies. She runs through the list in her head. She picks one with Ray Stevenson. That’s always a good one for her. Let’s see. She starts with running into him in a bookstore. They start talking. He invites her for drinks. Lots of flirting ensues. They walk to his hotel. In the room, he pushes her up against a wall. He tears at her clothes. He grabs her breasts, then sucks her nipples. She pinches her own nipples as she daydreams, squirming. Eyes closed, head back, breathing increases slightly. Back to the fantasy. He has her on the bed now, head between her legs. Her own hand wanders down. A finger runs over her clit, enters her opening, moves back to her clit. This continues until she is extremely hot and wet. Back to the fantasy. Ray is naked, sitting on the hotel couch, beckoning her to sit on him. She does, but faces away from him. She climbs onto his enormous cock. His arms reach around, hands message her breasts.

She is ready to try the dildo. She attempts to stand it up straight up on the couch and sit on it. That doesn’t work. It keeps sinking into the seat cushion as she tries to force it in her. She thinks. She looks around. Then she goes over to the bookshelf. She grabs a huge, thick hardcover of a dictionary. She places it on the seat cushion. She stands the dildo on it. She straddles it. A hand holds it in place. She attempts to impale herself onto its rather large head. Her opening resists. She keeps sitting on it. She yells out as the head stretches her rim beyond anything she has ever felt before. It penetrates deeper. The pain is unbelievable. But she is determined to see how much she can take. She stops a second. Sweat is beading on her brow. Her breathing is heavy. She lowers herself and takes in more. Each inch of rubber cock that enters her causes another moment of intense pain, then subsides. Finally, a different pain develops as she feels the tip pressing Betturkey against her cervix. She stops. She prepares herself again. Then tries to take in more.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.”

The pain again. But she wants to keep going. She is sweating heavily now. Deep, raspy gasps replace her normal breathing. She raises up, then up some more. Then slams down, trying to get more of it inside her.

“Owwwwwww!!!!!!”

But it also feels good. She wonders if the boys across the way are watching her. She grabs her breasts. She throws head back. She might as well give them a good show.

Suddenly she hears a female’s voice.

“Can I help you with that?”

She freezes. Her already flushed face gets hotter. She looks to the left. A cute, young redheaded girl is standing in the entrance to the living room. She is wearing just a robe. She looks to be in her mid-twenties. Linda recognizes her from pictures around the apartment. It is her roommate’s cousin Melanie.

“Did I startle you? I heard yelling and got concerned.”

Linda stammers, “Well, yes. I thought I was alone.”

Thinking, thinking. What to do? She is so embarassed.

“Teri left you a message on your cell that I was staying the night. Didn’t you get it?”

Linda shakes her head. Damn Nextel phones. The message will probably show up tomorrow. Melanie shrugs. She unties her robe. It falls to the floor. Linda’s mouth drops open. She quickly snaps it shut. She has never been with another woman. But she has been curious. And this one is very well-built. About 5’5″, not thin at all. Much more ‘meaty’ than the entertainment industry seems to like. But not heavy either. Very firm. Good size breasts. Maybe a D-cup. Pink nipples, splattering of freckles. Just a small patch of red hair at her snatch. She walks over to the couch. Linda is still squatting with the dildo inside her. Melanie stands directly in front her. Grabs her face. Kisses her softly. Presses her breasts against Linda’s and rubs. Nipples against nipples, hard and taut. Linda moans.

“Have you ever felt another woman’s tit before?”

Linda croaks, “No”.

Melanie takes her hand. Places it on her breast. Linda squeezes. She likes the way it feels . She lowers her mouth. Her other hand holds Melanie’s shoulder for support. Mouth on nipple, then tongue, flicking. Kneading the breast. Sucking the nipple. Melanie sighs. Linda squirms. The dildo moves in a little deeper. Melanie pushes Linda’s head away.

“No, let me do you first.”

Melanie grabs Linda’s ass. Squeezes. Kisses her neck. Her shoulders. Her chest. Finally kisses her tits. Linda bows her back. Melanie sucks a nipple. Nips at it. Tugs at it. She listens to Linda’s gasping. Grabs her ass harder. Shoves it down. Linda cries out. The dildo goes in even deeper.

Melanie falls to her knees. Fingers dig into Linda’s hips. Linda moves her arms back. Her palms rest against the back of the couch. Back arches. Hips shove toward Melanie.

“Hmmm. A waxed pussy. I like it.”

Melanie’s tongue travels around Linda’s pubic area. She finds her nub. Light flicking of her tongue. Linda jerks and moans. Melanie’s tongue presses harder. Her mouth encircles it. She sucks and nibbles. Linda wriggles. Melanie’s fingers squeeze Linda’s hips Betturkey Giriş tighter. She shoves her down again. Linda cries out.

“I’ll have you taking that whole damn thing in you soon enough, don’t you worry.”

Linda groans. “Please stop! No more!”

Melanie tells her to relax. She continues working Linda’s clit. It is swollen. Melanie sucks it like a pro. Linda feels something touching the back of her thighs. She realizes that it is the dictionary. Her cunt has completely swallowed the dildo. Melanie raises Linda’s hips up and down. She flicks Linda’s clit with her tongue. Faster and harder. Linda is screaming. All that cock in her. It is causing her lower abdomen to feel extreme pressure. Her thighs are trembling. Melanie moves her hands. Her thumbs are on either side of Linda’s clit. She presses and rubs. And still she is flicking her tongue.

Linda’s hips jerk. Her orgasm is beginning. It is intense. Feelings of ecstasy mix with the pain inside her. Every shudder of her orgasm causes her cunt to claim a tighter hold on the rubber cock.

Linda begs Melanie to stop. “I can’t take anymore!”

Melanie instead sucks Linda’s clit harder, stretching it. Linda screams. Melanie pulls the book out from under Linda. Her thighs quiver with muscle spasms. Her legs give out. She sits down hard. The dildo’s base hits the couch. SLAM!

Linda yells. “Nooooo! Please!”

She tries to roll onto her side. Melanie’s hands move back to Linda’s hips. They lock her in place. Her sucking becomes biting. Linda’s lower body twitches and jumps. The dildo rams in and out with each movement.

Linda begs. “Please take it out of me!”

Melanie ignores her cries. Linda convulses. She is still cumming. Her legs are too weak . She cannot lift herself. The dildo is now rammed to the hilt inside her. Melanie’s grip on her clit eases. She licks it. She caresses it with her tongue. Then she finally releases Linda. She collapses onto her side. Her body shivers. Melanie grabs the cock’s base. She gently yanks at it. She twists it back and forth. More cries from Linda. She removes it little by little. Excruciatingly slow. Linda whines. Her body continues to shudder. Her orgasm is subsiding. Melanie gives one last tug. It pops out. Linda scrunches into a ball. Hands on her stomach. She whimpers. Melanie strokes her hair. Linda begins to relax. Her breathing slows.

Melanie whispers, “Don’t get too comfortable. It’s my turn.”

A short nervous laugh from Linda.

A half hour passes. Linda is still on the couch. Melanie is behind her, spooning her. Melanie has waited long enough. She grabs a hold of one of Linda’s breasts. She plays with the nipple. It perks up.

Melanie whispers, “I have a feeling you left the shades open for a reason?”

Linda nods. She giggles. She explains about the college boys next door.

Melanie purrs, “Naughty girl.”

She gives Linda a good smack on the ass.

“Ow! I’m not even sure they’re home. It just excited me to think they could be watching.”

Melanie kisses her neck. “Get up. If they’re there, we’ll drive them crazy.”

Linda stands. Her legs are still somewhat wobbly. She faces the window.

Melanie steps in front of her. “Kiss me. And grab my ass.”

Linda obeys. Hands message Melanie’s bottom. It is definitely not small. But it is firm. She pulls Melanie against her. Breasts touch. Hips touch. They are about the same height. Linda kisses her neck. Her hands squeeze Melanie’s cheeks. She pulls them apart. Then together. Then in circular motions. The two of them squirm against each other. Melanie pulls away. She turns around. Her back is now to Linda. Linda reaches around to grab both breasts. Her lips kiss Melanie’s ear. Down to her neck. Down to her shoulder. She nibbles. Melanie rests against Linda. She moans as Linda pinches her nipples. One hand moves to her stomach. It presses her belly. Then it slides further down. Fingers run over the small patch of hair. Melanie places her feet further apart. Linda’s fingers are everywhere. She wants to explore. She has never felt another woman down there. It’s smooth. It’s warm. It’s moist. Linda sighs. Fingers expertly find Melanie’s clit. Melanie squirms. Her ass moves against Linda. Linda circles a finger around Melanie’s nub. Then pinches it. She rolls it between her fingers as she rolls her nipple in the same manner. Melanie cries out.

She grabs Linda’s hands. She shoves them away. She crawls onto the couch. She is on all fours. Her breasts jiggle slightly.

“Finger fuck me, you bitch!”

Linda places her right knee on the couch. Her left foot is flat on the floor. Her left palm lays on Melanie’s lower back. She feels around Melanie’s cunt with her right. It is extremely wet now. Her middle finger flicks at Melanie’s opening. A gasp is heard. Linda continues to tease. Her fingers roam all over. Melanie’s juices moisten her rear entrance. She moves her hips and ass in response. Linda rams her middle finger into Melanie’s cunt. She curls her finger. She presses her inner walls. Melanie lets out a long groan. Linda slips a second finger in. Then a third. Her thumb circles around Melanie’s asshole. It slides in. Melanie lets out a startled yelp.

“Oh, you bitch! Harder!”

Linda slides her fingers and thumb back. Then drives them in deeper. As far as they will go. Melanie moans. Linda uses her own body to drive harder. She thrusts in and out. Her body moves in time with her hand. Melanie rocks forward and backward. Their rhythm falls in sync. Linda watches Melanie’s tits sway. She thinks about the college boys. She reaches between her own legs with her left hand. She rubs herself, stimulating her clit. Melanie rocks faster. Linda matches her own hand’s thrusts to meet her. Sounds of moaning and crying fill the room. Melanie shutters. Linda feels a tightness around her fingers. Melanie’s insides are clamping hold. She is cumming. Melanie claws at the couch cushion. She collapses onto her elbows. She bites a pillow to muffle her screams. As Melanie’s orgasm dies down, Linda’s begins. She stiffens. Then trembles. It comes and goes quickly. No where near the intensity of her first orgasm. But still, it feels good.

She pulls her fingers and thumb out of Melanie. She plops onto the couch. Melanie stretches out onto her stomach. She rests her calves over Linda’s lap. Linda massages them.

She looks through the window. There is definitely a shadowy figure across the way. She thinks that maybe at least one boy has been peeking. She tries to imagine how she will feel the next time she sees them on the street. Her face blushes. But her body also tingles. A tightness develops in her nipples as they grow taut again. Her mind wanders. Material for another fantasy??? Hmmmm………

To Be Continued.

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Straight Guy in a Sauna

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Eastbourne is a seaside town famous for attracting senior citizens as tourists. It is quite a genteel town, and with its Victorian glories more than a little faded, it appeals to a mature clientele. Although that wasn’t me, I wanted to get away from London for a weekend on my own, which I like to do every so often. I find that when you’re away from home, on your own, that’s when interesting things happen to you!

I searched around and found a great deal on a junior suite at the Grand, which is Eastbourne’s most prestigious hotel, though a little threadbare and past it’s best. I finalised the booking and jumped in the car to head down there. On arrival, as I was checking in, the receptionist mentioned that the gym, pool and sauna were open. I fancied getting a sweat on so I took my bag to my room, stripped off and wrapped myself in a towel and robe, and headed down to the sauna.

I always like the sauna in a hotel because it gives you a chance to do some great people watching and check out the ladies. The sweaty, intimate environment, with people barely clothed and the sexual tension hanging heavy in the air is a big turn on and as I made my way down, I began thinking about the weekend’s possibilities. I had always hankered after well-built mature women and had enjoyed many an encounter with women in their 50s, 60s, 70s and even 80s.

I was fixated on the idea of Eastbourne being a haven for women of a certain age, often holidaying in groups. In my mind, they were unencumbered by their usual hang-ups and on the lookout for a casual encounter. Ideas and scenarios were flooding my mind as I arrived at the pool area and I was beginning to get a little turned on.

I entered the men’s changing area and discovered to my disappointment that the sauna was situated within the changing area and therefore was for men only. As crestfallen as I was, I still fancied getting a sweat on so I had a quick shower and headed in anyway.

The sauna was empty and the heat was just right, so I sat down in my towel, on the top row. I closed my eyes and let the feeling of the heat overtake me. Thoughts of casual encounters with busty, sexy mature women were still floating through my head and I was pretty relaxed as I had the place to myself. My towel was loose and my cock was semi-erect and partially uncovered.

After a few moments, I don’t know how long, the door opened and someone joined me. I shifted the towel to cover myself and the guy sat down and introduced himself as Jonathan. I politely said ‘hi’ and introduced myself, then closed my eyes again – I didn’t want to be rude, I was just hoping to return to my reverie.

Jonathan however started making conversation, so I responded and we got chatting. He asked about what I was doing at the hotel and I explained that I’d just needed to get away from it all and that I did just that every so often. He explained that he was local and worked at the university as a lecturer and used the sauna on a sort of membership basis. He said that at this time of year, Eastbourne was pretty short on tourists, that he usually had the sauna to himself and it was nice to have someone to chat to.

Now, I’m a pretty easy-going and open guy, although my distinct preference is for women, especially mature women. Other than a few fumblings when I was a much younger, I’ve never had any experiences with men but have thought about them from time to time, in a sort of abstract way, and even fantasised about them once in a while.

I looked over at Jonathan as he was speaking. He was a slim, good looking man in his late 30s/early 40s with a close goatee and a little grey hair at the temples. He was sitting with his eyes closed and his head back, talking about the courses he taught, and I noticed that he was sitting on his towel but that it was open and he was naked.

I took a quick glance at his cock and although it was not exactly hard, it seemed like it was not entirely soft either. It was a good size from what I could see and it was uncut – and it was that fact which fascinated me. I had never seen a foreskin in the flesh and I have always been really intrigued by them. My eyes lingered over his manhood, and my mind filled with all sorts of imagined scenarios. My own cock started to twitch again at this point and I was semi-erect.

In a moment of madness, I couldn’t help myself, I just pulled my towel back and left my uncovered. I don’t know what I was hoping for, but I shut my eyes and titled my head back, mirroring Jonathan’s own position. We remained like that for some time, making conversation, though my state of arousal and my attempt to partially control it, made my throat dry and sticky.

We were both Betturkey hot and sweaty by now and we both commented on how we were enjoying the heat. Every so often, I would look to see if Jonathan’s eyes were still closed and if they were, I’d cast my eyes over his shining body with beads of sweat running down it, and I’d sneak another glance at his fascinating, glistening uncut cock.

This was really turning me on in a way I hadn’t experienced before. Between the sight of him and the thoughts running through my head, and the fact of being naked and sweaty myself, it was all I could do to control myself from having a full-blown hard-on. I was semi erect, I was gently pulsating and there was pre-cum on the end of my cock.

I closed my eyes and returned to my position and a few seconds later heard Jonathan shift in his seat. I opened my eyes and looked over at him, and at that moment, saw him looking down at my lap. I looked up at him and then down at his cock which was now obviously hard and really quite big, with the head poking through the end of his foreskin.

My cock began to really twitch and harden further at this sight and I swallowed hard. He took his eyes away from my cock, looked up at me and said something like, ‘well, look at the two of us’ and I muttered something about having never seen an uncut cock in the flesh and he asked me if I wanted to take a closer look.

At this point I was really turned on, my manhood was now really throbbing and all I could think of was how desperately I wanted to touch that cock; to hold it in my hand; to pull back the foreskin and reveal the tumescent head. I must have been barely audible when I mumbled that I wanted to touch it.

Without hesitation, I dropped to the second shelf of the sauna and moved over to where he was. I was now sitting by his knees, with this large, fascinating, throbbing cock at my eye level. My hands were shaking as I reached out and gently touched his cock, which was hot and covered in the sweat running down his body. It sprang back against my touch. As I touched it, Jonathan took a breath and shifted slightly, opening his legs so I could sit between them and more easily reach his cock.

At that moment it was just the two of us in the world and I could think of nothing other than taking hold of this big, beautiful penis, so I wrapped my hand around it and gripped it gently. I slowly pulled back the foreskin to reveal the head of his cock. It was an incredible sight and I was unable to take my eyes of it.

A musky, sexy, sweaty scent hung in the still, humid air and my arousal was mounting. I stroked my hand up and down a few times, getting a feel for this glorious cock and drinking in the sight that I beheld.

Jonathan’s pubic hair was neatly trimmed and his balls seemed huge and were completely smooth and hairless. I wanted to touch them and I reached out with my other hand and cupped them. That gave me a jolt-like thrill and without thinking I just blurted out ‘I want to taste you’ and Jonathan muttered his assent as I lowered my head and stuck my tongue out.

I touched the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue and we both shivered. I licked the precum off his cock and took it into my mouth, tasting its salty sweetness and, mixed with the sweat and his musk, I was just overwhelmed. I parted my lips, lowered my head and took his amazing cock into my mouth. He gasped and his cock throbbed as I inhaled it deep into my mouth, taking it as far down my throat as I could, though it was too long to take it all the way in.

I pulled back a bit and sucked on it, hard, then soft, swirling my tongue around and pushing it under the foreskin as I pulled it back and forth, tasting and inhaling and seemingly knowing what to do, without ever having done it before. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, feeling it twitch and pulse and grow bigger in my mouth. I luxuriated in its warmth and hardness, all the while drinking in Jonathan’s glorious, dense, musky scent and his sweet, salty, sweaty taste.

All the while, my own cock twitched and leaked precum, but I didn’t touch it, so absorbed was I in this stranger’s incredible meat, in holding it, handling it, tasting it. I took his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue from the bottom of his shaft, to the tip of his cock and back down. I started running my tongue over Jonathan’s balls and he shifted down towards me and spread his legs further so I could reach more easily.

Instinctively, I took one of his massive bollocks into my mouth and gently sucked on it. Again, the sweat and the scent just added to my arousal which was now so intense that the blood was pounding in my ears, Betturkey Giriş deafening me. Jonathan’s moaning sounded miles away.

I was now in a state of bliss, I took both his cum filled balls in my mouth and with my hand wrapped round his beautiful dick, I was just acting on instinct as I sucked on his huge balls. It was that same instinct that let his balls drop from my mouth and then gently lifted them to reveal his tight, puckered asshole. Without thinking, I lapped at it with my tongue. It was moist with the beads of sweat that we were both covered in and Jonathan gasped loudly and raised his legs, holding them up at the knees, to expose his ringpiece to me, allowing me to probe him properly, which I was desperate to do.

On reflection, in more rational moments, I wonder why I did it. I love eating pussy and have often enjoyed rimming women but even at the height of my male fantasises, I had never gone there. However, my arousal was so complete, that it just felt right, it was what I wanted, what I needed in the moment. I just had to have the full experience, to taste the foreskin, the balls, the anus. To lick, to suck, to probe, to explore. I pressed my tongue hard up against his asshole and I felt it give way as I forced myself in. It was sweaty and salty, earthy and musky and I loved it.

Here I was, tongue-fucking a strange man’s asshole in a hotel sauna – anyone could have walked in on us but I was so high, I didn’t even consider it. I was so turned on at this point that if someone had even touched my cock, it would likely have exploded.

Then the door did open and we both looked up in a state of shock. A man came in and quickly closed the door behind him. Without a word, he calmly came and sat next to Jonathan, in the top corner of the sauna.

He was a much larger man, probably in his 50s, with a big belly and a full beard. He was covered in greying body hair and he sat down, opened his towel and started playing with his cock as he looked us both over. I watched his cock harden in his hand as he stroked it for a few seconds and as my shock evaporated, I was quickly returned to my state of arousal. I tried to look away from this new cock and back at the asshole I had been eating, but I was transfixed.

I lifted my head up and took Jonathan’s throbbing cock back in my mouth, taking as much as I could and sucking it deep. All the while I was watching the man next to us breathing heavily and stroking his cock rhythmically . It was shorter than Jonathan’s cock but thicker with a beautifully bulbous purple head on it and massive thick veins.

At this point, I was absolutely gagging for the taste and smell of male meat and the presence of another cock, one that was available to me, was impossible to resist. I raised my head from Jonathan’s cock and moved over to where the other man was.

I looked up at him and he was now sweating from the heat of the sauna and no doubt from his wanking. Pausing for a second, I got on my knees and took his whole cock in my mouth in one motion. In doing so, I found myself pressing my nose into his pubes and up against his abdomen. In contrast to Jonathan, this man was hairy and fat, and the combination of his unkempt pubic hair, his strong, rich scent, his big sweaty belly and the taste of his tangy, veiny, fat, pulsing cock all added to my state of delirium. I had given myself over to pure lust.

By now I was up on all fours and had truly abandoned myself to this situation, the like of which I had never experienced. I was stroking Jonathan’s cock with my hand and, all the while, bobbing up and down, sucking furiously on the fat, salty cock in my mouth. My own cock was so hard and twitching, it must have been dripping precum.

As I sucked on that bulbous penis and heard moaning in my ear, I arched and stretched my back like a cat, feeling an incredible sexual tension running through me. As I arched my back down, I felt Jonathan run his hand along my spine and as he reached my lower back, he moved round to position himself behind me.

I don’t know what possessed me but I arched my lower back up and stuck my ass in the air and stretched, as if spreading my cheeks and opening myself for him. I could feel him resting his hands on my ass and then pushing my cheeks apart, to expose my asshole.

I felt his Jonathan’s hot breath on my ass and the next thing I knew I felt a charge as if an electrical current was running through my whole body. Jonathan was gently touching and teasing my asshole with his tongue and I gasped at the sensation, trying to concentrate on the fat cock that I was sucking.

I sucked harder and Jonathan’s tongue started probing me with more insistence now, one minute lapping at my perineum and asshole and the next, pushing up against my sphincter, driving his tongue into my ass. I was stretching and pushing myself back against his tongue when I felt his fingers touching my arse, stretching it by pulling my cheeks apart. I felt a finger press up against my hole and as it slid in quite easily, I gasped with unexpected pleasure. Because we were all so sweaty, Jonathan’s finger slid up my butt with ease and before I could catch myself, I felt another finger join it.

My sphincter was tight and my whole body was taut with sexual tension but as I bucked back on the fingers in my ass and tried to keep sucking the cock in my mouth, Jonathan slowed me, and held me still, telling me to relax and to let him loosen me up. I stopped writhing and felt his fingers pushing in and out of my ass a few more times, and I felt my anal muscle slackening.

I went back to the delicious, fat, sweaty, meaty cock I was fellating and as I regained my concentration on it, I felt the fingers slide out of my ass and sensed Jonathan repositioning himself behind me. The next feeling was of something much bigger pressing up against my ass and it was obvious that Jonathan was readying to fuck me.

I gasped for breath, drooling on the turgid meat I was slobbering over and felt a moment of sharp pain, which passed very quickly and was followed by such a sensation of fullness and satiety that I could not put into words. I have enjoyed lots of anal sex with women, when I was giving, but I never really understood where the pleasure lay for the person receiving it. The feeling as the pain subsided and that huge cock filled me up was all I needed to know, to understand.

Jonathan gently pressed his cock into me and gently slid it out, our combined sweat acting as a lubricant. Slowly, he did the same again and again, gradually building up speed. I felt an ecstatic buzz emanate from my ass and spread throughout my entire body as Jonathan’s strokes got hard and faster. I could hear him moaning behind me as his thighs started to slap against me. His cock felt magnificent inside me, stretching me wide, filling my asshole and reaching into my insides in a way I had never experienced. I felt invaded, penetrated, filled, owned, possessed by that incredible cock.

The fat cock was still throbbing furiously in my mouth, though it was hard to concentrate on blowing it properly, while being so completely overwhelmed by the incredible ass-fucking I was receiving. I suspect that the sight and sound of me being shafted in the ass by Jonathan’s large cock was adding to the hardness of the fat, tumescent cock that I was sucking.

I was at that moment, totally possessed by cock. I was being ass fucked and face fucked and I was revelling in the glorious sweaty, funky, musky stench that enveloped and surrounded me.

My cock still hadn’t been touched but it was pulsating like I had never know. I felt the tension building inside of me towards an orgasm and I knew at that moment I wanted a mouthful of cum, and an ass full of cum.

As the thought floated around my head I felt the stranger shift slightly and his cock became really engorged in my mouth. Then he said, ‘I can’t hold it, I’m gonna cum’ and I sucked that fat cock head like a man possessed, desperate for him to shoot his load down my throat. I only knew that I wanted to taste his salty seed as it filled my mouth and slid down my gullet, and he duly obliged.

He stiffed once more and unloaded his heavy cum-filled bollocks inside my mouth, grunting with pleasure and bucking his hips. The taste and the sensation were glorious and as his salty, sticky jism filled my mouth, I struggled to swallow it down. He unleashed rope after thick, delicious rope into my mouth and I greedily sucked his cock harder, in relentless pursuit of every last drop of that delicious juice.

All the while behind me, Jonathan had been quickening his pace and just as the cock in my mouth finished filling me with jizz, the cock in my ass began to pulse uncontrollably. I felt his thick cum explode up my ass as he continued to pump me for all he was worth, banging that glorious cock in and out of me. As he emptied his cum filled balls inside my ass, I shot my load without even touching my cock.

We all sat for a few minutes in silence, with only our breathing audible. Then, as calmly and quietly as he had arrived, the older man climbed down from the top bench, wrapped his towel round his waste and stepped out of the sauna. Jonathan also didn’t speak but placed a hand on my thigh, smiled at me by way of a goodbye and then stood up and left. I lay on my side for a few minutes longer, bathed in the aura of that amazing experience, with the taste of cum still in my mouth, the musky scent heavy in the air and the gentle throbbing buzz in my ass slowly subsiding.

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Str8 Guy Loses Bet to Gay Roommate

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For my junior year of college I had to move to the dorm for upper classmen. This meant that I had a new roommate. His name was Max and I met him the day I moved in. He had arrived before me and had already picked a side of the room. He was mostly done unpacking and settling in as I barged in with all of my things. We chatted and got to know each other a little while I unpacked.

Max was a nice guy. We seemed to have a lot in common. We both liked sports as fans but neither of us were an athlete ourselves. We both were Science majored and would be spending a lot of time in labs. We had overlapping tastes in music and movies. With our shared interests, we talked easily for hours. No weird silences. We became good friends right away. We were comfortable with each other.

There was one difference between us though. Max was gay and I was straight. Since we were roommates, and quickly becoming friends, Max had wanted to tell me this right away. He didn’t want to have an awkward conversation later down the line. He just wanted to be open and up front from the beginning. I thanked him for telling me. I joked that this was great news! We knew we would never be in competition with each other romantically. Max laughed and we resumed a more casual conversation.

I had just spent a joyless summer working full time at my seasonal landscaping job. Right at the beginning of the summer, my girlfriend of the past two years broke up with me. We had started dating towards the end of senior year in high school. We each went away to different colleges, but kept the relationship going, mostly through texts and phone calls. During school breaks we would spend as much time together as possible.

I hadn’t seen her since spring break. That first day of the summer, we met up, I thought for a date, and she gave me the news. She had met someone else. It was too hard for her to maintain our relationship while going to separate schools. She said that being her first love, I would always be special to her. She hadn’t wanted to do this over the phone so she waited until now to tell me in person.

I was heartbroken. I really thought I was in love with her. I buried myself in my job, taking extra shifts and working overtime. I hardly spent any time with my hometown friends and I certainly didn’t try to meet any other girls. I spent the whole summer mourning the loss of the relationship. By the time I moved back to college, I was getting over the loss and was ready to date again.

Having had a girlfriend during my first two years, I hadn’t dated or even flirted with anyone here at school. I was starting fresh. I found it wasn’t as easy as I hoped to meet someone and make a connection. Over the course of a couple months I had managed just two dates. Neither was successful and neither resulted in a second date.

Max hadn’t been seeing anyone either, though I didn’t think he was trying as hard as I was. He seemed more laid back about his social life, willing take things as they came. I, on the other hand, was on a mission get back in the game and I was getting frustrated by the lack of results.

One Saturday night in November, I was on just my third date of the semester. It had been so bad that we both decided to quit the date before the evening was over. I came back to our room at around 8:00 and Max was there playing a video game we both liked. I pulled my desk chair over next to his and watched.

Max completed the level he was working on and noted, “You’re back early.”

I filled him in on the awful evening. “Since Sheila, I am just not connecting with anyone. I feel like I’m over her. I don’t know. Maybe my expectations are too high. I’m getting frustrated with the whole situation.”

Max asked, “Frustrated? Like sexually frustrated?”

I answered, “Sure, that’s part of it.” I hadn’t been with Sheila since last Spring Break. I was in an 8 month draught.

Max said, “If you want some private time to rub one out and relieve some tension, I could leave the room for a while.”

I said, “No, but thanks for the offer. After 8 months of just my own hand, I’m bored with masterbation. It’s always better when it’s the touch of another person.”

“Hey, if you want, I could lend you a hand,” Max winked at me.

We both laughed. I said, “I know you’re kidding, but you wouldn’t be able to help me even if I said yes. I’m not gay. I couldn’t get off from another guy. I probably wouldn’t even get hard, not to mention…you know.”

Max replied, “I was kidding. But, you’re wrong. If I tried, I would get you. I would get you and it would be better than any time you with a woman.”

“What? You’re crazy.” We held our gaze. “Look, I am sure you have mad skills, but I would have to be attracted to guys…to you, but I’m not. I love you like a brother, but I’m just not.”

Max, a debate team member in high school, argued his point. “I’m not trying to get you to do something you don’t want to do. I just want you to know that the fact of the matter is guys can satisfy guys better that girls can. It’s only logical. Betturkey Guys have the equipment. They know what feels good. They know what they’re doing. Not only are girls unfamiliar with the equipment, they are usually reluctant performers. They don’t want to be there. If they were honest, most of them are little grossed out by the penis.”

I thought about this. I remembered back to some of my experiences with Sheila. She was totally into traditional intercourse but anything different, like hand jobs or oral, she was timid and brief. Was Max right? Even if he was, it was irrelevant. I am not gay.

I said, “You’re saying, like what? Girls don’t know to not use teeth?”

“Sure, that’s one example.” Max continued, “They lack expertise and technique. Consider this. When you perform orally on a girl, have you felt like an expert down there? Do you know where everything is and exactly what to do to maximize her pleasure?” He paused.

I assumed the question to rhetorical. The truth was I did blunder and fumble around down there. I didn’t reply, but Max saw the answer in my expression.

He went on, “You can’t say I’m wrong if you’ve never tried it. Another guy could give you the orgasm of your life.”

“I just don’t see it. Technique is not enough. For the best orgasm of my life, I would need to be in to it, turned on. Guys don’t arouse me. That is a big part of it.”

Max said, “You are so sure of yourself. You want to make a bet?”

I got a little nervous. “What do mean?”

“I mean prove it,” Max said. “The only way to know that another guy can’t get you to cum is to prove it by giving him a chance, and you successfully hold off.”

I swallowed hard. “I, uh, don’t…I, uh”–

“Look, you said I couldn’t even get you hard, not to mention bring you to climax. What’s the worst that could happen? Win or lose, when it’s over, just think of it as having spent the time getting a good massage.”

“I’m only 20 years old. I’ve never had a real massage.” I was deliberately not responding to the challenge.

Max smiled, “I’ll take your ‘no’ as a victory. You won’t play along so you must not really believe what you said. You are afraid you’ll lose. Like I said before, I do not want to force you into doing something you don’t want to do, but now we both know you don’t think you’d win the bet.”

Being a competitive person, I wasn’t quite ready to walk away. “What would we bet for?” We were both broke college students, so money was out.

Max said, “Oh, I don’t know. You and I are about the same height and build, right? How about the winner gets to borrow something of the loser’s at any time? It could be an article of clothing, or video game, whatever.”

I am just shy of 6 feet tall, and 150 pounds. Max does look to be about the same. I said, “Okay. If we were to do this, there would have to be some ground rules.”

Max said, “Okay. Go ahead.”

Me: “No toys or objects of any kind. All you get to use is you.”

A surprised laugh almost exploded out of Max. “Wow, that’s where you went first? I don’t even have anything—Okay, no problem. No toys. My turn. I get to have access to your whole body. I will have the chance to set the mood with a full experience that begins with some foreplay.”

Me: “But nothing above the neck. Kissing has nothing to do this.”

Max: “Agreed.”

Me: “And nothing goes into either of our assholes. No anal. Just mouth and hands.”

Max looked shocked but I wanted to be sure there would be no loop holes or surprises. He again said, “Agreed.”

Me: “Also, I hope you aren’t expecting me to return the favor. I mean, I’m not going to,” a pause, “reciprocate by trying to get you”—

Max cut me off: “No, no, no. That’s not what this is about.”

Me: “Oh, and there has to be a time limit. This can’t go on all night. After a certain amount of time, I win. I was thinking like 30 minutes.”

Max: “I was thinking more like an hour. If you are as immune as you claim, you can give me more than 30 minutes, can’t you?”

We agreed to split the difference at 45 minutes. A compromise.

Max: “Any other ‘ground rules’ you’re forgetting?”

Me: “Probably, but nothing else I can think of right now.”

Max: “Well, I have a few more. First, I get the whole 45 minutes. No matter what. There is no quitting allowed. It doesn’t matter if you feel a loss coming on. You can’t forfeit the win over to me. We are going to see this through.”

Me: a sheepish “Okay.”

Max: “Also, you may not physically block or deflect my efforts in any way. You can do whatever you want mentally, you know, think about grandma, or piles of garbage, whatever distracts you from arousal, but no twisting or moving of any kind. You only move when, where and how I say to.”

Me: “I understand.”

Max: “No matter who wins, this is just between us. I don’t want our other friends or the other people on or floor to know about this. Bragging rights are just between us. Even between us, it might be better that we never mention this Betturkey Giriş again. This is a one-time only thing that begins and ends tonight.”

Me: “Agreed.”

Max: “My last and most important ground rule. This cannot affect our friendship. This silly bet is just for fun. You are a good roommate and friend. That’s more important to me than winning a bet. I want you to know that I am not trying to convert you. I respect your heterosexuality. I am going to win this bet, bet, but after, we have to go on as normal. After tonight, this never happened.”

He had clearly given this some thought. I said, “Deal.”

Max said, “Go lay down on your bed, on your back.”

I asked, “Should I take off my shorts or anything?” Despite it being November, like many other resident college kids, I wore shorts most days.

Max walked over to our door and turned the lock. We were friends with most of the other guys on our floor and sometimes they felt free walk right in without even knocking. Tonight would not the night for that surprise. Max answered, “No. I’ll take care of everything.”

He went to the sink and wetted a small wad of paper towels. He placed the wet towels, a dry towel and a bottle of massage oil on my nightstand next to my bed. He looked down at me and said, “Slide down a little and put your feet up on the bar at the foot of the bed. Now reach your arms up hold onto the bars of the headboard. Don’t let go until I tell you to.”

This was an awkward situation. What had I gotten myself into? I already felt vulnerable. With my arms raised over my head, I felt my shirt ride up a little, exposing a strip of bare skin above the waistline of my shorts. Max noticed it too and couldn’t resist swiping a finger across my tender lower abdomen. I flinched and gasped at the sensation. I said, “Hey, we didn’t talk about that! I think we need to make ‘no tickling’ one of the ground rules.”

Max giggled. “Sorry. I saw that and couldn’t help myself. Don’t worry. This isn’t about tickling. I promise.”

He took his phone out of his pocket, tapped at the screen and showed me the display. 45 minutes had begun to count down. He set his phone down on my nightstand by the massage oil. Then he went and got his desk chair and set it at the foot of my bed. He sat, untied my right sneaker, slipped it off and began to massage my foot. This must be part of the foreplay he had mentioned. He soon did the same with my left foot. The massage was feeling good. After a minute, he removed my socks. My feet had been trapped inside my shoes all day. Now they were free, exposed and sensitive. I don’t generally have a foot odor problem, but I had a flash of worry as Max’s face was just inches away. He didn’t seem to react so I guess I was okay. Max gently stroked up and down my arches. It was a very light tickle that felt nice. He wasn’t torturing me. He kept his promise.

Next, he began working his way up massaging my calves. He worked his way higher and higher while rotating between my left and right legs. When he made it up to my shorts he continued inside the legs. He worked my thighs. I was relaxing more and more. He was good at this and I couldn’t help but enjoy the attention. Either his knuckles or fingertips grazed my scrotum a couple of times causing me to jerk a little with each shocking touch.

He stood and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts before pulling them completely off. He moved his chair to the side of the bed and sat. My underwear was still on, but he turned his attention higher. He began to unbutton my shirt from the top down. After undoing the bottom button, he spread the shirt completely open, revealing the full expanse of my smooth, lean chest and stomach. He let me lay there a moment, feeling both the cool air of the room as well as his peering eyes on my exposed skin. Max and my round innie belly button were staring at each other. Well, my belly button was usually round, but with my arms reaching up, it was more like a vertical oval.

He began to run his fingers around my chest. I was worried about what was to come. He had promised no tickling. Soon his fingers slid down to my sides and stroked lightly up and down from my arm pits to my hips. Again, it was just a light tickle, but I couldn’t suppress a physical response. Goosebumps sprang up over my whole body. I saw Max smile, pleased with himself.

Next, he lightly swiped strokes across my lower tummy. This didn’t help the goosebumps go away and I quivered with each pass over the sensitive area. Then he drew circles with his fingers around my navel. He hooked a finger under the waistband of my underwear. At this point I was surprised and ashamed to realize that I had a growing bulge just south of where Max was currently focusing his attention. He was sliding his finger across my skin under my waistband and working lower. He eventually made it to my pubic hair, which I kept neatly trimmed to a quarter of an inch, and he explored the region.

Max stood up, moved to foot of the bed, reached up and pulled my underwear off. He cast the underwear aside as my partially erect penis sprang free. He climbed onto bed, kneeling between my spread legs, and stared down his awaiting prey. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the massage oil. He lubricated his hands and then, leaving my shaft alone for time being, he surprised me by stroking my balls. My sack instantly tightened in response and my shaft grew another degree firmer. He continued to work on my scrotum, careful not to mishandle the sensitive organ.

I was trying to think of anything else. I really was. Any type of mental distraction. It wasn’t working. I was fascinated by what Max was doing to me. My cock jumped up another notch. My partial erection was now close to a full and he hadn’t even touched the shaft yet. Max was looking at it, though. Appraising it and proud of his accomplishment. I began to think for the first time that I might lose this bet.

Done foundling my balls, he reach both hands back up to my armpits and slowly dragged his fingers down my sides, strumming my rib cage, across slight mound of my lower belly and finally he ahold of my awaiting shaft. The touch of someone else’s hand, to me, is so much more exciting that of my own. Maybe it was because I’ve never been touched this was by a man before, but Max’s touch was electrifying and I gasped. It felt like a jolt and I had now completed my journey to full erection.

He began with simple up and down strokes with his well-oiled right hand. It felt amazing. He reintroduced his left hand to my ball sack, twirling lightly. I was definitely going to lose this bet. His strokes began to change. He was now continuing up over the sensitive mushroom cap and finishing with a swirl. This was driving me crazy and it was killing me to maintain my grip on the headboard bars. Next he pressed his palms together and enveloped me inside of this makeshift cavity created with his two hands. He slid up and down and used a twisting motion that almost did me in. He must have realized I was close and, possibly not wanting his fun to end too soon, he changed tack.

With Max kneeling between my legs, the sensitive underside of my throbbing shaft was facing him. He gripped my shaft in his right hand again and began twirling his thumb in clockwise circles around my most sensitive spot – just under the head. The fingers of his left hand resumed a light tickle on my scrotum. The combination of the two sensations was proving to be too much. I was about to burst and powerless to stop it. I threw back my head into my pillow and arched my back as I exploded my load onto my stomach and chest. Max kept up his relentless circles until I was milked dry. He seemed to know exactly when to stop, before pleasure turned to pain.

Without a word, he reached to the night stand for the wet and dry towels and cleaned up the mess I had made. It was an oddly intimate act. To this point neither of us had yet spoken. I began to sit up and Max said, “Where do you think you’re going?”

I said, “What do mean? You got me. You clearly won the bet.”

He said, “Yes I did, but,” he leaned over and picked his phone up off the nightstand, “my 45 minutes isn’t up yet.”

I was confused. “But you won. The bet was that you had 45 minutes to make me cum. You did it.” I tried sitting up again.

He gently pushed me back down. “We agreed to list of ground rules. One of those rules was that I would get the full 45 minutes. No matter what. No quitting.” He turned his phone to show me the display. Only 23 minutes had passed. Almost half of the time still remained.

I stammered, “Right, but… Didn’t you… What do you…”

Max said, “I am not done with you yet. You’re mine for another 22 minutes. I am going to get you two times!”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard. “That wasn’t in the rules.”

“Me having the full amount of time, no matter what, was in the rules.”

I glanced down at my spent, shriveled cock. It was still recovering from the events of a few moments ago. “Dude, you drained me. I’ve got nothing else to give.”

Max said, “You let me worry about that. Now I want you to slip your arms out of your shirt and flip over onto your stomach.”

I looked at him with concern on my face. He said, “Don’t worry. I will not be breaking any rules.”

I rolled over. Max straddled me and began giving me a back massage. I’d never been massaged by a man before. He expertly worked my neck, shoulders, arms and back. His strong hands dug deep and it felt good. It was far superior to any feeble back rub I’d been given in the past. As he kneaded my muscles, I began to tingle and even my frightened penis began to come back to life. He must have used up a good 10 minutes of his remaining 22 on the massage.

Max instructed me to roll over again. I did so. My refractory period had ended and, while I was still soft, my penis had returned to a more normal flaccid state. He spread my legs apart and, once again, took position kneeling between them. He leaned forward placing his palms flat down on the bed, flanking my sides, lowered his head and sucked a nipple. I had never been a fan of nipple play in the past, but when Max did, my nipples hardened in affirmative response. He moved across and addressed the other nipple.

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Red , White – Christmas Delight

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The snow flakes covered the silent city – and the earth seemed to stand still when the chiming of bells became audible through the frosty night air. Patricia was standing at the window, watching the icy crystals paint mysterious patterns on the window sill while her hot breath fogged her vision of the tar and feathered outside. For her the wintry white cover that faked a sheen of innocence to the world was not the feathers falling from the beds of heavenly eiderdown, but a shroud. She had lost her girlish dreams and hopes long ago, her believes in fairy tales and magic mystery – and now … now she lived from the dark desires in the male hearts.

“Men…” she smirked, “they were all the same. Pretending to be so strong, so right, so politically correct .. so full of themselves – men.” And on evenings like this they were home with their families or parents, playing the role model of the caring husbands and fathers … but after the holidays they would be back to lick her boots and crawl at her feet; after all they had bought this little “freedom” with the precious jewels and expensive toys that had been paid for by credit card, wrapped up by the stressed sales staff without much care and even less affection and that were decorated with cards printed by computers or written by trustworthy secretaries. Patricia took another sip of the heavy red wine in the exclusive goblet. The heavy scent of fruit and oak barrels lingered in her mouth long after the liquid was gone, taking away for a few moments the taste of the bitterness she felt tonight. For her there were no presents to unwrap, no Christmas carols to be sung.

There it was again, the soft chimes that reminded her of silver bells and memories so faint she couldn’t grasp them – Patricia stared into the black sky but all she saw was the reflection of her own eyes in the black mirror of the window. Silver bells – a bitter laugh escaped her throat before she took another draft from her goblet – all the “chimes” she usually heard were the rustles of chains … With a sigh she turned away from the forlorn world outside, away from her staring eyes that seemed to have too many unanswered questions for a lonely night … and so she didn’t see the shadow that passed over her house.

Patricia was just flipping through the TV- guide when she heard the chimes again – but this time it was a clear and close sound, conjuring, with a burning intensity now, the image of a horse-drawn sleigh before her inner eye. While she was still analysing this for her completely unusual mental image she saw her living room door swing open silently, and with a gasp, almost swallowing her wine down the wrong way she watched a huge bearded figure step into her den – a sight she never thought to see, dressed in red and white as if just climbed out of a child’s picture book: Santa Claus!

In a fit of hysteria she couldn’t help but break into a girlish giggle – so unlike her usual tight self control and composure. “Must be the wine” she thought, “or just the season .. yeah, with all the advertising you are bound to see things! That’s it!” But when she deftly turned away and raised the glass to her lips again to wash down the slight trace of fear together with the growing anger about the rude intrusion, the blurred reflection of red and white in the window wouldn’t vanish. So with a determined look on her face and a rather aggressive more then defensive stance she turned back again to face the uninvited guest.

“Who are you, and what do you think you are doing here? I never work without appointment and I sure am not going to make an exception on a holiday! ” But where her average visitor would already flinch and start to stammer, this guy just didn’t fit her usual clientele! On the contrary – his grey eyes, that seemed ancient and too young for his looks at the same time met hers without ever wandering off, indicating a strength that put forward a rare challenge for Patricia. Again she addressed him: “So again – who are you – how did you get in here – and what do you want?”

Before she could muster all the rage and frustration she felt, she was cut short by a deep and vibrant voice that seemed strangely unsuitable for the roundish and grey haired man in the ridiculous Santa-outfit. His deep voice seemed to fill her living room, and as if his words caused the air to stir the flames in her fireplace started to dance as he spoke: “Now Patricia – what do you think who I am? It can’t be too hard to guess, right?” He took a few more steps into the room, seemingly filling it with his presence: “I am Santa Claus – Father Christmas!”

Her mind reeled – Patricia was slightly torn between bursting into laughter about this practical joke someone was obviously playing on her or starting to scream for apartment security to help her get rid of this insane intruder … but another look in his eyes made her relax. He didn’t seem dangerous, there was no violence in his stance and he even smiled, a smile that not only curled the lips hidden in his fluffy white long beard but a smile that reached Betturkey his eyes.

In the end Patricia’s curiosity got the better of her – after all, he seemed nice enough and she didn’t really fancy spending the evening alone. “So – you are Santa Clause, huh? Sure … Father Christmas, yeah! Looking for little naughty girls, are you? Well, you sure found one!”

“Ho ho ho – now, now, you better slow it down young Lady! I have not come to have some … rather dubious fun with you … but to make you …”

“Ohh wait wait wait! What do you mean – dubious fun?? You don’t have a clue what you are talking about!” Patricia’s eyes had taken on a dangerous sparkle in the dim lit room … strange as it may seem, she took a peculiar pride in her profession. She had spent long hours studying not only the physical aspects of dominating men but the psychological impact of humiliation and the little naughty mind games her customers so much enjoyed – she was an expert at what she was doing … and, as she admitted on a side note to herself, she enjoyed it most of the time.

The Santa-dude was stunned by her agitated reaction and for a moment a trace of insecurity seemed to be visible in his eyes – only a flicker, a hint – but enough for a professional like Patricia to see! With a guttural chuckle she stepped closer and circled him, her hand seemingly by coincidence but firmly resting on his shoulder while she whispered close to the mass of his curly white hair that peeked out from under his red and white fur trimmed cap:” Now – how about you try for yourself before judging … Wasn’t that what you came for after all? Didn’t you come for a taste of … this?” And with those last whispers she took a step back and let her black velvety bathrobe slowly slide from her shoulders.

The flicker of the flames seemed to turn her a creature from the deepest depth of the pleasure hell of male imagination – and her red and white clad visitor just gasped and started a helpless stutter: “But no , please, Miss, … Don’t … please, put your robe back on … I didn’t mean to … ” But it was too late for the poor guy – by now Patricia’s dominating instincts had kicked in – and never having been one to pass up a challenge she sure had no inclination to do so now, not with this promising and completely unexpected Christmas present in front of her.

“Now – don’t tell me you don’t like what you see! Look at me – now! .. Goodness gracious – you have seen a nude woman before I would assume!” She was delighted to see him blush and desperately stare at his boots, unable though to not now and then sneak a peek at her lithe frame with the bouncing boobs and the neatly trimmed pubic curls.

“Come here – you sure remind me of a lost puppy now … so, is this lost puppy my Christmas present? Be a good puppy and come here … Yes, that’s a obedient puppy!” As if in a trance he had involuntarily taken a step into her direction – she knew that almost every man would have taken this step, no matter if ordered or not, but the men were not aware of it – they were left with the puzzlement of why they followed her orders without hesitation. Patricia turned towards the window through which she had been staring into the night earlier and refilled her goblet from the bottle that had warmed now to the room temperature. While she took another sip she spoke to the reflection in the window: “Don’t you think it awfully rude to be fully dressed in the presence of a nude woman? I would suggest you adapted to the “house standard” and then join me at the fire – after all, you didn’t tell me yet what you came for … ” and gracefully she crossed the room and stretched out on her fur covered chaiselonge, which happened to be the only piece of furniture in the proximity of the fire place. She didn’t pay any more visible attention to her mysterious visitor it seemed, but she felt him clearly, once more musing about the why and how this mysterious yet increasingly attractive man had ended up in her four walls on this festive evening.

From behind she heard a faint coughing “Excuse me Miss, I don’t think I should … you know … I came here on a mission … on duty so to speak … and …” Her seductive voice purred “If you expect me to listen to what it is you came for you better join me here soon, else I am afraid your visit, whatever it’s purpose, was rather futile. And let me emphasize that I am not used to be kept waiting!” Her voice had been soft and quiet, but the edge in her last words made them not just small talk but rather a command. Santa didn’t know how else to get her attention since she seemed to be ignoring him efficiently and so, with a hustle and rustle, he peeled out of his black heavy leather boots, followed by his wide leather belt that had held close his red, fur-trimmed jacket and then his pants. While hoping Patricia wouldn’t turn around just now he all of a sudden was in a hurry to get naked – he had just seen his reflection in the window and noticed how ridiculous he looked Betturkey Giriş in his underwear, the red and white small striped long legged underpants and his matching tight shirt that stretched rather unbecomingly over his beer-bellied form. Spurred on by his reflection in the window he soon was stripped completely – just in time for Patricia to not become annoyed with her unexpected guest. When she heard his bare feet shuffle towards her without turning around she said “Now – come sit with me and tell me what you came for.” But when he stood beside her there was nowhere to sit except on a soft and inviting fluffy fake fur blanket in front of her divan – and when she patted the floor at her feet he couldn’t but follow her unspoken invitation – or was it an order? “Now, that is a good puppy ” she purred “so … now that we are comfortable, tell me what I can do for a cutie like you …” and her hands started to curl a strand of his white silky hair around her perfectly manicured finger. Again he seemed to be a little hesitant, and his eyes that before were so secure and calm seemed now feverishly to avoid the treasures displayed before him at convenient eye level. But finally he seemed to get a hold of the strange situation and started to talk: “OK – now again … I am Santa Claus…” “Yeah, I know … Father Christmas, sure!!” she fell in with a chuckle. “…and I have come to you tonight to take you to the North Pole with me and teach you a lesson since quite a few wives of your clients had it on their wish lists to see you treated the same way their husbands seemingly are treated when with you… so that tasting your “own medicine” would make you retreat from … uhmmm … business. ” he finally got out.

It took a minute before Patricia understood the implication of what her mysterious visitor was saying – but then her voice pearled into a crystal clear laughter – and this time Santa was reminded of the chiming of his silver sleigh bells. Patricia’s hand curled deftly into his hair and she pulled back his head until she could bend down and look deeply into his eyes, holding him immobile as she searched his innermost feelings for any sign of making fun of her. On the other hand – the evening had developed soooo strange that she started to believe him, no matter how weird his intentions appeared. It could have been the wine just as well, after all she had finished almost a bottle by herself, but no matter what it was – she started to like this little game he was playing with her. “Hmmm – now what do you think? Am I doing anything wrong? Are you feeling any bad? … and do you know what those poor men have to endure when being with me?” He only could emit a muffled “nawww” since in the meantime by means of her firm grip in his hair she had pressed his face into the valley between her ample breasts, and so he didn’t see the wicked sparkle in her eyes that betrayed the forming of an evil plan.

“To make sure you know what you would have to do to me though you will need to go through the ordeal yourself, and I will require your full co-operation to make this a worthwhile experience!” He didn’t need a lot of time to think about her suggestion – first of all her proposal seemed to make perfect sense. In his North Pole solitude he knew next to nothing about this delightfully kinky lifestyle that had conjured all those envy-driven wishes and second, if he was completely honest, Misses Santa had adopted the arctic climate, she had been more than cold about his advances for the last couple of decades, and lately he had started to wonder if there was something going on behind the closed workshop doors. He still hadn’t figured out why his wife was so crazy about those battery operated buzzing candy sticks the elves seemed to be barely able to supply in sufficiency and why Misses Santa had to personally quality check every tenth piece of the batch. But the last incentive Santa needed was the fact that the decision had to be taken between Pat’s erotic feminine scent and the warmth radiating from the fire (or was it from her glowing body?) or the freezing icy cold and the stench of the reindeer outside… he didn’t have to think for long!

“Now – that was a wise choice.” Patricia whispered into his ear “I will show you what a horrible fate those men had to endure – and then you can judge for yourself what a suitable punishment would be for a naughty girl like me.”

Patricia gently caressed his white curly mane and then gently passed along his cheek, caressing him for a moment behind the ear before she then ran her fingers through the white pelt on his chest. “Say – if you are Santa – didn’t you bring me any presents?” He blushed “No, since you were a bad girl and I was .. no still am … intending to punish you there are no presents for you this year.” “Well – but somehow I have the feeling you are rather embarrassed now to not have a present for me – I am not that bad after all it seems, right?” He only nodded his head, wondering why he was sitting completely naked on a fake fur blanket at the feet of a divine but damnable Lady who had her caressing fingers buried in his chest hair and was now making him feel like a loser for not having a present for her. He knew something was going wrong – but it felt sooooo right!

Patricia chuckled: “well – you didn’t bring me anything – so I allow you to be my present. I am sure you are feeling much better now, right?” He eagerly nodded, unable to analyse his feelings, simply happy that she seemed to be less disappointed now that he had agreed to be her present. “…but I want my present to look nice – you know, I like to have something to play with … to unwrap. Go and get me one of the red bows on the Christmas tree – now!” and Santa scurried to his feet to bring a red bow from the tastefully decorated tree. Just as he was about to take his seat at her feet again she stopped him: “No , wait a minute … hand me the bow and stand here – right in front of me…” Patricia sat up on the couch and undid the artfully bound ribbon … and then looked up from her hands – straight at the twitching half-erect manhood of Mr. Claus. She licked her lips and reached out, aware of his eyes staring disbelievingly at her every move. Unaffectionate she fondled his balls and gave his cock a few strokes to harden it further before then wrapping the red ribbon tightly around his now almost fully raised member, tying it into an elaborate bow again, the dangling ends tickling his sac.

He shivered – it had been a while since last he had had such happening – he was only rarely on the “wish list” of the nowadays-girls … they always wanted those young, well toned, suntanned guys, and he just was a pale, beer-bellied old man. Strange enough though Patricia didn’t seem to notice … when a new sensation coursed through his loins he looked down again, just in time to watch her open her mouth and take his by now fully alert manhood between her velvety red lips…just for a little nibble, no more. He sighed, forgotten all thought about his mission, until she threw back her head and laughed: “Santa, huh? God – look at you – you are just as gullible as are all of you men! A little tease, a bit of attention to your cocks and you are loosing it … I don’t blame you – that is just the way it is and now you see for yourself that guys like you need a girl like me for those desires to be fulfilled.” She noticed his face drop and show the total frustration and disappointment of a little boy who had just been shown paradise, a lighted Christmas tree and the bicycle he so desperately had wanted only to be told it was not for him but for another kid. From somewhere in her cold heart she felt a little poking sensation of remorse and regret – he was after all most likely just as lonely as she was – and he didn’t seem to be a bad guy, a little weird albeit.

“Come on – now don’t look at me that dumbfounded. I have the feeling you and I were meant to keep each other company tonight … so we may as well enjoy it, right …how about you make yourself comfy again and start to get to know each other? ” She watched his smile return – and the room felt warm and cosy all of a sudden again. When he had taken his place down at her feet again she extended her right leg and started to gently wiggle her cold toes into the warm folds that had appeared between his belly and his more delicate and still obviously aroused privates. With a giggle she watched him flinch as her cold skin touched his warm body, but he too looked up and only giggled, and then reached out and grabbed her other foot as well, making her perfectly pedicured and nail polished toes look petite in his big calloused hands. He gently started to rub her span, her heel, the upper side of her delicate feet .. and she leant back, feeling the heat of his caressing hands and the glow of the fire warm her. She took another sip of wine, moaning softly as she felt him lift her feet higher and close his lips around her toes. His beard tickled her at first and she wiggled, but he held her tight, and soon she was feeling increasingly relaxed as his tongue discovered each toe, each dip, each crease of her sensitive feet. She felt him suckle and nib, and finally he became bolder and less inhibited and started to lick her soles with long flat rasps of his tongue.

“Mhhhhhh .. now that sure is a promising start for the night ..” Patricia purred, “now that my feet are nicely warm and clean how about you tug them around your little … present .. down there and let me see how you like my wiggling now??” “Ohhh yes Ma’m” was his whispered response, and quickly her mystery visitor with a smile closed his eyes under the bushy white brows and guided her feet to the left and right of the red bow that decorated his by now throbbing cock. With a naughty smile she glanced down at him, wondering why she couldn’t really treat him with the same cold and distant demeanour she usually displayed when “at work”, why didn’t it feel right to humiliate him as most her other clients wanted her to do? He obviously had liked her making fun of him when she had tied the bow but it had been .. more playfully teasing she realized now …She pushed aside all her thoughts of love and care, blaming it on her strange mood on Christmas, where the whole world seemed to be full of this caring and sharing crap.

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