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SARAH’S CUCKOLD – PART 2

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Some adult entertainment every night which we both enjoy and have our libidos stretched. Tonight it was a voluptuous woman Sarah’s age being pleasured by a much younger woman and her man.

It was very exciting watching him fucking her standing against a wall while his lady alternated kissing her and licking her large, erect nipples on her 36B tits.

“Our ladies want to have you while we watch. They have been watching you at the pool and the nude beach,” a man we now know as Brian confidently told us in the bar afterwards as Sarah crossed and recrossed her legs for him.

“This is Kay and Karen. As you can see they are much younger than us.

“You two are a pornogarpher’s delight. Your legs and ass and his large thick cock have aroused the four of us. We have all been fantasising about your naked bodies since we first watched by the pool, then the nude beach.”

“Tell me more, flattery will get you a long way,” Sarah smiles as the men ogle her thighs highlighted by her very short skirt.

“I am Kay and this is Karen. Our men are past their prime, they like to watch. And we enjoy them watching.”

“We are both thirty and bi, we have similar sexual fetishes. Sex with an older bi woman and her man at the same time. Even better if her man is thick and hung,” she tells us with a smile as their men listen and watch for our reaction.

“Would you like that while our men watch?”

Sarah and I are both looking them over as we decide if we are going to have them for new sexual partners.They are both very attractive size-12 women with short bobbed, blond hair dressed in heels, skin tight, black leather slacks and black silk blouses. Obviously no bras as Sarah and I ogle their nipples pushing against the silk.

“Our thirty-minute rule baby, do they pass?” I whisper to Sarah. Bahis siteleri We both agreed long ago if we are going to share new sexual partners we had to be comfortable having and giving oral sex for thirty-minutes.

“Yes, fine by me,” she smiles as she takes Kay’s hand and places it on her knee.

“You are a very exciting woman Sarah,” Kay whispers as they tongue kiss with a small crowd in the bar watching at a distance. “Tell us what you like Sarah?”

“We both have very strong sex drives. We are here to discover and enjoy new cuckold experiences. Sex with two younger women while their men watch will be very exciting for us. I love being licked and teased by both sexes. Both at the same time is even better. And I love my big ass being worshipped. And my man and I both love sex with an audience.”

“My guess is you have an exciting size-14 ass on a size-12 body,’ one of the men chips in as he puts a hand on Sarah’s ass. “And my guess is your man has a nine-inch erection.”

“Very good guess on both counts,” Sarah smiles teasingly.

“Tell them some more about yourself Sarah?,” Kay asks standing behind her as she kisses her neck.

“I am an exhibitionist and muti-orgasmic. My libido has been in overdrive since we arrived here. As is my man’s,” she flirts with a hand over my aroused cock.

“You really are an exciting couple. Our ladies want to sexually pleasure you while we watch. Our room in twenty-minutes? Would that be suitable?,” one of the men asks.

“Yes it would be,” Sarah smiles, enjoying being the centre of attention and a sex object after she looked at me for tacit approval.

“I really want this baby, two younger bi-women, so enjoy, you know your turn on is my turn on. We are going to cuckold each other again,” Sarah tells me in our room as Casino siteleri we shower and change.

“What shall we wear baby?,” she asks standing in front of a wall mirror, naked apart from her heels. “Don’t forget to take a cock ring with you.”

“Less is more, we don’t have far to walk,” I tell her as we put on our very short matching black silk dressing gowns over our naked bodies.

“Don’t worry about a belt,” she whispers as we set off holding hands. As fate would have it we passed two other couples on the way with our gowns open. “Just what I hoped for,” Sarah tells me as she enjoys them ogling our partly naked bodies.

Huge sexual tension when we enter their room. The two older man are still dressed as they were twenty-minutes ago, sitting in separate armchairs. The two women are topless with skimpy, high-waisted, black g-strings and heels. Both have modest tits and gorgeous long legs with magnificent thighs.

“We are here for your sexual pleasure and ours,” Sarah tells them confidently as she walks over and stands legs apart in front of the men. Wonderful sexual tension as I stand behind her, tongue kiss her and very slowly slide her gown off and hand it to one of the men.

“Most men love my big, naked ass. How about you two men?,” she teases as she turns around so she can flaunt it for them, before she struts around the room to flaunt her naked body for two men and their much younger women.

I never tire of ogling her magnificent, naked ass when she walks. This time is a real buzz with four new people watching.

“Would you like to to lick and kiss and my big ass, both of you at the same time?,” she teases. “Or would you like to watch my man lick and kiss it? Or your ladies?”

“Your man then our ladies.”

“Magnificent, fucking magnificent. Bonus veren siteler Both of you,” the two men murmur as one while Karen tongue kisses me and slides my gown off as Sarah positions herself so I can lick and kiss her ass cheeks.

I love kissing her ass at any time. With two old men and their much younger ladies watching, an extra buzz as I stroke my erection for them.

“And I love your almost bald cunt Sarah, love it,” one of them chimes in. “Very exciting. We took special notice of it while watching you both on the nude beach.”

We are standing naked in front of a mirror. Karen is standing behind me teasing my nipples, with her naked body pressing into me. I am behind Sarah teasing her nipples with my erection pressing against her. The other woman, Kay is on her knees in front of Sarah cupping her ass cheeks in her hand and licking her to orgasm, ever so slowly with two older men watching.

“Stand with your backs to the wall, facing our men, both of you,” Kay tells us. “I am going to lick Sarah to orgasm while Karen gives you a blow job.

“Kiss her with a hand on her ass while we pleasure you and perform for our old men.”

Wonderful, passionate tongue kissing as they expertly bought us to orgasm. I could feel Sarah’s orgasms. One, two, three, four. Then a huge, noisy orgasm with Kay sliding a finger into her as she relished squirting for the two men.

“Fucking incredible, what a turn on,” the two men moan as they watch her squirting.

“Now you, masturbate your nine-inch erection for us. Talk us though it,”

“I love masturbating for an audience wearing a cock ring,” I whisper as they watch me slide one on and clip it under my balls. “Masturbating for two men and three women is special, very special,” I whisper incredibly aroused as I hold their gaze one by one, and stroke the full length of my erection.

“Nearly there, so close. And so good, so fucking good,” I moan as I blow and watch the two men stroking their erections under their trousers.

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Maddy was pissed she was being sent to her Uncle’s for the summer. He lived out in the country in the middle of nowhere. The cell reception was terrible, they didn’t have internet, and the house itself was over a hundred years old. All her friends were spending the summer between high school and college traveling to cool places, meanwhile she would be lucky if the town had a public library. On the day of her departure she reluctantly got into her Uncle’s pickup and waved goodbye to her parents.

The drive felt like it took forever. The first half hour Uncle Doug talked up all the fun stuff she’d be able to do, like hiking and swimming in the creak, and County dances. But with Maddy acting uninterested Doug eventually stopped talking. Maddy dreaded the very thought. She had hoped that at the very least she’d have been home this summer so her and her boyfriend could finally find a time to do it. Maddy and Rob had dated all senior year, but things just hadn’t lined up and now it was summer and she was still a virgin. She hadn’t even seen Rob’s dick, just felt it a bunch through his jeans. As Maddy thought more and more about Rob fucking her she realized her panties where getting wet. She pushed the bad thoughts out, just like her mother taught her, and focused on the scenery.

They pulled up to the house and Maddy realized this was her reality for the next three months. She gulped and they unpacked the car and Doug called for his son. It was hard to believe Bliss was Doug’s son. They were both over six feet but Bliss was rail thin whereas Doug had a much heavier build. Maddy absentmindedly thought that Bliss was looking a lot cuter than she remembered. As soon as that had popped into her mind she pushed it out.

She got settled in and the first week was pretty uneventful. She went on short walks every day and then would either read or try to chat with her friends through the bad reception. Bliss and Doug worked during the day so Maddy didn’t see much of them except at dinner. When her first Saturday rolled around Maddy was woken up by a knock on her door. “Hey cuz, I don’t think you’ve been to the swimming hole yet, I was thinking it’d be a great day for it.”

Maddy figured there was nothing else to do, so might as well swim. Maddy got out of bed and found her swimsuit. She hated the two suits she had brought but they were all she really had. Her body type was not great for a two piece but she looked much worse in a one piece. Maddy looked in the mirror as she pulled on her swimsuit bottom. The high waist helped hide her chubby belly, but her ass poured out the back. The top was a lot cuter and supported her E breast perfectly, but at the end of the day she still felt like a pig. Maybe this summer would be the one where she’d lose weight. She shrugged and finished getting dressed.

Bliss was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs with a backpack on. “I made a couple sandwiches and have water and stuff for lunch.” He beamed at her with his big goofy smile.

Maddy thought again about how cute he was and wondered what he thought of her. She wondered if he’d like her top showing off her juicy tits. Maddy pushed that back down, she couldn’t have any of those thoughts.

The swimming hole was much farther away than Maddy had thought, but after an hour of hiking Bliss finally announced they were there. It was a really cute meadow that had a decent sized pond on one side. Bliss quickly dropped his pack, stripped down to his boxers and ran into the water.

Maddy took her time and walked to the water’s edge. Bliss was about fifteen feet away treading water. Maddy called out, “How is it? It looks really cold.”

Bliss smiled at her again, “It is really cold, but it’s the best ever. Come on in, or do I have to make you.”

Maddy could feel herself getting horny at the thought of Bliss forcing her to do anything. She’d love to have him manhandle her a little. Rob had always been so gentle and worried so much about hurting her, Bliss on the other hand seemed to know how to push limits. Maddy barely noticed Bliss get out of the water and cried out as he grabbed her, “What the fuck, you asshole!” She was laughing as she yelled though and didn’t resist as Bliss picked her up and carried her into the water, unceremoniously throwing her the last bit.

The water was freezing cold and as soon as Maddy had resurfaced she charged up to bliss and started splashing him. The two of them rough-housed a bit in the water until Maddy was tired and got out. She spread out a towel and started to dry off. Nobody had ever been that forceful with her, and she absolutely loved it. She couldn’t push down the thoughts any more, she wanted Bliss. When Bliss finally got out of the water he laid a towel down next to Maddy’s and started routing through the bag. He produced a bottle of water and then a jar of shine. Opening the shine he took a small sip and offered it to Maddy. She politely refused.

They sat there talking for a bit before they got on the topic of relationships. Bliss wasn’t too serious, and was doing whatever felt right. Maddy explained her situation with Rob. Bliss pushed to hear about the physical side and could hardly believe how little was there, “You mean you haven’t seen his dick yet? Not even a picture?”

Maddy blushed, “No, he wasn’t into that stuff and the timing was never right.”

Bliss laughed and took another swig of his shine. He then stood up and dropped his boxers. Maddy stared intently at his cock. “See, that’s all there is to it. Don’t know what took him so long.” Maddy looked away. Bliss pulled his boxers back up, “I mean fair is fair, even though this Rob guy is too chicken I’m going to. I showed you mine, how about you show me yours?”

Maddy looked at him in disbelief, “You think I’m going to show you anything just because you whipped your dick out?” Maddy was surprised though that she was trying to figure out a way to show him something but still save face.

Bliss grabbed her by the hands and helped her to her feet, “Come on, at least let me see those tits. I mean god damn they look beautiful.”

Maddy feigned reluctance and she lifted her swimsuit top off, “There, are you happy now?” Maddy felt so free, and so horny. She’d never shown a guy her breast but here she was, standing in a meadow showing her handsome Ayrancı travesti cousin the goods.

Bliss stared intently, “Fucking A, those are outstanding, I don’t get how they can be that big but still be perky.” Bliss had stepped forward and reached out his hands. As he grabbed her fat tits, Maddy felt electricity course through her body. She didn’t move as Bliss kneaded her Es and began sucking on her nipples. She couldn’t help herself and let out a quiet moan. She could feel the juices rushing to her pussy.

Bliss took a step back and dropped his boxers again. His cock was now fully erect standing at a healthy seven inches, and Maddy was relieved to see it was kinda narrow. Maddy felt like she was in a dream as she grabbed the high waist of her swimsuit bottom and exposed herself to her cousin. Bliss took in his chubby eighteen year old cousin. He’d fucked his fair share a girls, but he always loved how hard the slightly ugly or fat ones tried. Bliss helped Maddy down onto the towels. He got on top of her and started kissing her aggressively. He held himself up with one arm but grabbed the back of Maddy’s head with his free hand. Maddy had trouble processing all the feelings coursing through her. Bliss’s body was so warm and muscular, and the way he gripped her head made her feel like she was the only thing in the world. At the same time the way he forced his tongue into her mouth reminded her that he was looking for much more.

Bliss adjusted himself so one of his lean thighs was right against Maddy’s clit. By rotating his hips he began dry humping his cousin with more precision and control than she’d ever felt. She couldn’t imagine getting off through a pair of jeans, but this was so intimate she felt an orgasm building within her. If Bliss hadn’t been paying attention he’d have missed the silent cry from his cousin and her going limp.

He pulled off her mouth and smiled at her, “Little better than rubbing a cock through his jeans?”

Maddy could only whimper in response. Bliss took her silence to mean that he was free to proceed. He moved between her legs and told her to grab her knees. She did as she was told and quivered in anticipation. Bliss rubbed her juices around her hairy cunt until he was pretty sure she was ready. His head pressed against her hole and slowly he drove into her. He’d only gotten his head into her when she cried out, “ow, this hurts, please, it really hurts.”

Bliss paused, “I’m sorry, but there is no real way around that unless you want to stretch yourself on your own.”

Maddy felt Bliss’ pulse through is penis and even though it had hurt she knew that was part of losing your virginity. She nodded.

Bliss wanted to be crystal clear, “Can you say it? Just so I know I’m not violating you?” Bliss loved this power play. He’d used some form of it on several chicks in the past. Make them beg for it.

Maddy couldn’t find the words so she shut her eyes tight and blurted out, “Please fuck me, no matter how bad it hurts or what I say.” Her eyes were still shut when she felt him pull out a little and push back in. There were multiple sources of pain that Maddy had trouble placing. Her vaginal walls felt like they were being ripped apart, and then there was another more dull pain from what she could only guess was her hymen. She cried out again.

Bliss couldn’t believe how tight his cousin was. It was like fucking a girl’s ass when she suddenly decided she didn’t want to. There was plenty of fluid in her and his cock slid in and out with ease, but the pressure was mind blowing. By the time he’d bottomed out in her he was ready to burst. He stopped thrusting and instead ground his pelvis into hers. This change had it’s desired effect and soon Maddy opened her eyes and let out a moan. He concentrated hard on not cumming just yet and continued his movement until Maddy started to hyperventilate. Unlike her last one, this orgasm was loud and obvious. Bliss gave her three quick pumps and released in her.

He rolled over and collapsed on the ground, “Holy shit, you have the tightest pussy ever. I just, I just don’t even know.” He was shocked at how great she felt. He’d never have guessed it, normally big girls like her had big old pussys.

Maddy was still recovering from her orgasm as she felt cum running out of her tiny sore hole. She shook again, accidentally squeezing and forcing the rest out. She felt the warm fluid run down her asscrack and pool on the towel.

After that first fuck, the next two weeks were a blur for Maddy. Every chance she got she was sneaking off with Bliss to get fucked. She was relieved that her pussy loosened up a bit and although it was still like a vice grip for Bliss she wasn’t in as much pain. Maddy was incredibly disappointed when she heard that bliss was going to be going out of town for a week to go hunting with the guys. She figured she could masturabte or something but it wouldn’t be the same. Bliss left on a Saturday morning, and by lunch time Maddy was feeling horny again.

She decided she’d grab a snack and then go to the barn to “read”. In the kitchen she bumped into her Uncle. He was quieter than normal but Maddy was on a mission. As she was leaving Doug finally spoke up, “I know what you and the boy have been up to. You dumb kids think you’re so smart. I have half the mind to punish you for acting like I’m blind.”

Maddy’s heart had stopped, if Doug knew, he might tell her Mom. Maddy felt like her best bet was to play dumb, “What are you talking about?”

Doug got up and grabbed Maddy by the arm, he gripped her hard enough to hurt. Maddy was frightened but oddly aroused. Before she knew what was happening Doug had brought her over to a chair, sat down, and pulled her across his lap. Maddy screamed, “What the hell are you doing! You can’t do this!”

Doug ignored her, lifting up the back of her sundress. “Little whores like you need to be taught a lesson sooner or later. Just like that mother of yours.” He aggressively pulled down her panties, ripping the cheap fabric. Before the first slap landed Maddy was already crying. The pain shot through her body, but the burning sensation stayed longer. Ten slaps in Maddy’s ass was cherry red, and although she’d been crying the whole time, she was ashamed to admit her juices were flowing.

Doug Ayrancı travestileri took a break and grabbed Maddy by the hair, pulling her head back, “You ready to admit what you’ve been doing?”

Maddy sobbed as she choked out, “Bliss has been fucking me, he took my virginity by the swimming hole, I’ve let him fuck me every chance we get.”

Doug released her hair and lowered his hand back down to her ass. He slowly caressed her sore cheeks and then ran a finger down her crack, gently pushing on her asshole before moving on to her dripping wet pussy. “Well look at this, you were a virgin a month ago and now you’re creaming over getting beat.” Doug got her off his lap but didn’t let go of her. Without saying a word he bent her over the kitchen table and lifted her dress again.

Maddy didn’t resist. She eventually felt her Uncle’s cock press against her hungry lips. As he pushed in, Maddy was hit with a panic. She hadn’t seen his cock but it felt like it was already tearing into her and he’d barely even started. She cried out in pain as Doug tried harder. “God damn, I’ll be. Tightest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Maddy was a little disappointed that she wasn’t going to get fucked but knew her Uncle’s cock would have broken her. Doug cleared his throat, “well now I don’t want to rip my little niece apart, but you need to learn your lesson. Come over here and get on your knees.”

Maddy complied and was looking down at her Uncle’s thick girth. It had to be about the same length as Bliss’ but it was easily as wide as Maddy’s wrist. “Well what are you waiting for you little tart?”

Maddy hadn’t sucked a dick before and tried her best. The head of his cock would fit in her mouth and when she tried that she got smacked across the head, “No teeth you bitch.”

Maddy decided on licking and jerking and hoping that’d be enough. It took her a whopping twenty five minutes before she could feel her Uncle was about to cum. Maddy had never tasted cum before but the precum she’d just licked from his dick wasn’t too bad so she decided to go for it. She locked lips with the tip of his penis, tonging him slightly, while she gripped his base and jerked his shaft. She didn’t mind the taste, but the quantity shook her. He must have been saving that load for a while. Two gulps later Maddy thought her embarrassing nightmare was done.

Maddy got up and was about to exit the room when Doug piped back up, “Where do you think you’re going? Go under the sink and grab the shortening. Also the turkey baster from the drawer.”

Maddy hesitated but complied. Returning the objects to her Uncle. “Now bend over that table again, lift your dress and spread your legs.”

Maddy did as she was told. She had an idea where this was going but didn’t fully understand. “You’re not the first woman who couldn’t handle my cock. It’d be a shame to ruin your pussy by stretching it out, and there’s nothing I can do about your mouth.” Maddy felt the oily substance spread over her puckered ass hole. “Your cute little rectum though, that can be stretched out a whole lot and nobody would mind. Hell, your mom once got piss drunk at Christmas and showed us all what she could do with a wine bottle.” Doug chuckled to himself as he thought of his sister, to bad the dumb girl stopped drinking and got herself married.

Maddy had trouble believing what she heard, her mom had been sober for ages, maybe it was back when she was much younger. She focused on these thoughts to distract from the feeling of a greased up finger sliding into the virgin asshole. She’d never imagined she’d let somebody do this to her. It wasn’t as bad as she had thought though, and as she relaxed she found it oddly enjoyable. She kept feeling like she needed to shit but that was oddly soothing.

The second finger changed things. Maddy tensed up and couldn’t relax. It felt like when her pussy was overfilled. Eventually Doug pulled his hand away. “Ok girl, get up on the table facing me.” Maddy awkwardly sat on the table and positioned herself on the edge. Doug pulled a chair up. “Damn, we’re going to have to do something about this hair, can’t be choking on fur balls. Go ahead and spread your lips for me.”

If Maddy could still feel embarrassment she’d be crushed right now, but since the spanking she just didn’t have any real fight left in her. She learned she got off from pain, and humiliation, what more was there to be embarrassed about. She reached down and pulled each lip apart with her hands. Her uncle didn’t waste time and drove his finger back up her asshole. It went in surprisingly easily. As he pumped his finger in and out of her he also began licking her clit.

Bliss hadn’t gone down on her, he’d just fucked her wet pussy, so this was a new mind blowing sensation. With everything that had happened this afternoon she was soon cumming against her Uncle’s tongue. She didn’t even notice that there was a second finger in her ass. “Now this is a trick I learned with your Aunt.” Maddy felt the fingers pop out and the greased up end of the baster enter her. The measuring marks were surprisingly pleasurable and although the baster was larger than two fingers it slid in easily enough. Soon only the rubber bulb was sticking out of her.

Doug leaned back and Maddy released her lips. She felt full and like she needed to poo. “Some new house rules while I train you. Today it’s the baster, who knows what it’ll be tomorrow, but whatever I put up your ass stays there. If you need to shit let me know and I’ll supervise. To make it easy for me to check you can’t wear clothes inside. In fact, strip down right now.”

Maddy removed her dress and bra, dropping them to the floor next to her tattered panties. It felt weird having something so big in her, but she felt hot all over. She knew when Bliss came back. She’d have him fuck her ass. Doug got up and put the shortening on the counter, “The other rule is that until I can fuck that ass of yours, every morning you’re going to be down here at eight sharp to give me a blowjob and to receive your slaps.”

Maddy nodded and scurried out of the room. As soon as she was in her bedroom she thought about removing the baster. Although she was a little excited about the punishment she knew he could tear her holes apart if he wanted, and she knew she’d obediently Travesti Ayrancı let him do it.

When she was ready for bed she went to her Uncle’s room and knocked on the door. She heard some shuffling as he came to the door. Before he could say anything Maddy blurted out, “Can I pump the baster in and out if I’m masturbating?” She was staring intently at her feet.

Her Uncle smiled, “I’ll allow it.” Maddy hesitated before leaning up and kissing her Uncle’s cheek and leaving for her room.

The next morning Maddy was on her knees at eight sharp. Doug let her suck him dry, and Maddy noticed although he still had a huge load it was much smaller. After that she bent over his lap. He removed the baster and watched as her hole slowly closed back up. He enjoyed the ten hard slaps. She relished the feelings swelling in her pussy with each impact. After the last slap she waited for Doug to reinsert the baster. “Get off me, we’re going to the garden.”

Maddy knew they didn’t have any neighbors but it still felt weird walking outside. They walked around to the back of the house to the raised gardening beds. Doug pointed to the cucumbers, “Pick out your next trainer, if it’s too small then I’m going to pick one and give you a severe punishment.”

Maddy looked around, there were several that were the same size or smaller than the baster but she knew those were off limits. The more she looked the more she realized none of them were that much bigger, and if she’d already gotten used to the baster why not go big. She found a big one that was probably two inches in diameter and a foot long. What excited her about this was that it was covered in these little bumps. Doug approved the choice and they returned to the kitchen. Maddy got right to the edge of the table and held her lips open.

It was much slower going this time but two orgasms and thirty minutes later the cucumber was all the way in. Maddy hurried to the bathroom to get her toothbrush, she didn’t close the door as she closed the toilet seat and squeezed the cucumber out and bit, she turned on the toothbrush and sat, pushing the cucumber back up. With her toothbrush on her clit and the cucumber pumping in and out of her, she was in heaven.

The next two days were similar except that Doug was at work all day and Maddy masturbated to her heart’s content. She was sure to not violate the rules even though her Uncle was away. That Tuesday night once dinner was cleaned up, she got up the courage, “Uncle, can you please fuck me up my ass?”

Doug knew she was probably ready, and was planning on fucking her in the morning, but he couldn’t say no to her.

“Give me your cucumber and go up and grab that toothbrush of yours.” In a moment Maddy was back. Doug bent her over the table and turned on the toothbrush. It took some adjusting but soon it was under her, gently massaging her clit. The first slap caught Maddy off guard and she cried out. The next nine were what she’d come to accept. Within moments of the pain from the last slap dissipating she felt the large warm member pressing against her rosebud.

There wasn’t as much sensation as she would have liked, but between the toothbrush and the understanding that she was finally satisfying her uncle she felt full. She came pretty quickly as he gripped her fat hips and pounded away. With the waves of pleasure gone and the fun but repetitive motion in her ass, Maddy was starting to lose focus. Doug sensed this and released one hand from her hips and grabbed her hair. He pulled hard and lifted her head and chest off the table. Maddy cried out but loved every second of it. During her second orgasm she felt him release. He lowered her head back to the table and sat down. “Well fuck, you’re definitely your mother’s daughter.” He gave her a hard slap.

They didn’t say much the rest of the night but before going to bed Maddy returned to her Uncle’s bedroom. He opened the door and looked at her, she quietly piped up, “Can we talk a little? I can suck your dick while we do it.” Over the last couple days Maddy had been getting her bearings and Doug couldn’t say no. He let her in and laid on the bed, Maddy followed and began licking his dick, after a minute of silence Maddy opened up, “What you said earlier about my mom, can you tell me about her?”

Doug chuckled. This little slut had earned a good story so he laid it out for her. Doug and Maddy’s Mom Melissa, grew up in this house, and they learned a lot about the world from each other. Up until Melissa’s wedding day Doug would still regularly fuck her, but only up the ass. Melissa had a bit of a drinking problem and it got to the point that Doug thought she’d spill the beans or get herself hurt, and so he reluctantly helped his parents and sister get Melissa the help she needed. It was a family effort and it worked, Doug wasn’t really that involved but he’d gotten the ball rolling. Melissa still kept their secret. Doug took the story to the present day, “Your mom called me up a couple months ago about you visiting. I thought it was a weird idea and I made it clear what I thought about female family members and she still pushed for it. I guess she thought it’d be better to learn like she did than from some drunk frat boy in college.

Maddy was stunned but kept sucking. Doug piped up, “I mean damn, when I told her yesterday that it was cucumber season this was her reply.” Doug leaned over and pulled up his phone, after a couple of minutes Maddy was looking at a full body shot of her mother with a cucumber sticking out of her ass, cunt, and mouth. Maddy’s pussy was flush. Doug looked at the picture as Maddy finished him off, swallowing his load.

“Thank you for sharing this, I honestly feel much closer to her now.” Maddy had gotten up when she stopped and turned back to her Uncle. “I have an idea, I’ll be right back.” Maddy rushed to the garden and returned with three cucumbers of her own. She’d picked ones that maxed out each of her holes and had soon stuffed herself. Doug laughed as he took the picture of his niece. Maddy caught him before he hit send, “Wait, send her a video instead,” Maddy ran and grabbed her toothbrush. “Start shooting before I cum.” Maddy put the cucumber back in her mouth, spread her legs, placed the toothbrush on her clit and started to pump the vegetables into her ass and pussy.

When she was done they had a great picture and a two minute long video of her choking on a cucumber while cumming. Doug gladly hit send. Maddy went back to her room and went to bed, thinking of all the fun things she’d do this summer.

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Gülçin Anılar 3Ağzımda kalan yapışkan tat ve midem Ahmetin spermleriyle dolu halde koltukta oturuyordum. Gece asıl şimdi başlayacaktı. Böyle bir şeyi normalde yapmazdım ama Ahmet için unutulmaz olmak istiyordum. Arkadaşlarına hava atarken diğer kızlardan farklı bahsetmeliydi benden. Ben Gülçindim. Bunun için içmiştim spermlerini. Ve sırada Ahmetle girdiğimiz iddia vardı. O canavar penisin tamamını arkadan alacaktım. “Ben ağzımı yıkayıp geliyorum” dedim. “Acele etme” derken rakısını yudumluyordu. O da bu gecenin özel olacağını anlamış ve ağır ilerliyordu. Beni yatağa atıp umursamazca siktiği geceden daha farklıydı.Banyoya gittim. Ağzımı güzelce yıkayıp dişlerimi fırçaladım. Kayganlaştırıcımdan biraz daha sürdüm anüsüme. Bu fırsatın doğması iyi olmuştu çünkü külotumun ipinin epey bir kayganlaştırıcıyı emdiğini gördüm. Parfümümü de tazeleyip salona döndüm. Ahmet bornozu fırlatıp atmış, beni bekliyordu. Loş ışığın altında çok çekici görünüyordu. Geniş ve kıllı göğüs kafesi, kirli sakalları ve bacak arasında yarı uyanık penisiyle porno filmlerden fırlamış gibiydi. Salına salına yanına gittim. – Yatak odasına geçelim mi?- Oraya da gideriz. Hele bir burada başlayalım da- Burada mı yapmak istiyorsun?- Neden olmasın? Burada yapmadın mı hiç?- Yaptım tabi de, yatak daha rahat olmaz mı?- Yoksa burada sadece kadınlarla mı sevişiyorsun?Birden şok oldum. Bunu nereden biliyor olabilirdi ki? Ya öylesine söylediği bir şeydi ya da…- Ne demek bu şimdi?- Ne demek olduğunu biliyorsun.- Sen Tülinle mi konuştun? Hani görüşmüyordunuz?- Görüşmüyoruz. İki hafta önce bana geldi gecenin yarısı. Ağlamaktan gözleri şişmişti. İçeri girdi. Bir şey söylemeden soyundu. Ben de onu becerdim. Sonra sırtını dönüp seninle olanları anlatıp ağladı yine. Sonra da sessizce giyinip gitti.- Aman Allahım!- Ne aman Allahım? Kızı içirip becermişsin işte. Her yol var sende. Sustum. Tülinin bu kadar etkilendiğini düşünmemiştim. Sadece bana kızgın olduğunu, yaşadıklarımızı anlamlandıramadığını, zamana ihtiyacı olduğunu düşünüyordum. Demek onu bu kadar çok etkilemişti. Ahmete ağlayacak kadar yani. Dünyanın en ruhsuz, duyguları önemsemeyen, kaba adamına…Ben düşüncelere dalmışken Ahmet rakısını bitirip kadehi sehpaya koydu ve elimi tuttu. “Nereden çıktı bu romantizm” derken, asıl niyetini hemen belli ederek penisini elime verdi. Benim ise tüm hevesim kaçmıştı. Tülini düşünüyordum. Ama Ahmeti bu kadar azdırdıktan sonra evden sepetlemem zor görünüyordu. Ama bu halde sevişemeyecektim.- Bunu başka bir gece yapalım mı? Kendimi iyi hissetmiyorum.- Bırak bu duyarlı arkadaş ayaklarını. Yemem ben. Götünü sikmeye geldim ve sikeceğim. Lezbiyenliğin, feministliğin bağlamaz beni. Hadi ağzına al da ıslansın. Birazdan yaracağım seni.- Ne biçim konuşuyorsun? Biraz kibar olmayı öğren. Ayrıca lezbiyen değilim, feminizmin ne olduğunu da sen bilmiyorsun zaten. Hadi, lütfen uzatma ve git. Biraz yalnız kalmam gerek. “Bana bak ******” deyip ayağa kalktı. Oturduğum için penisi tam burnumun önünde duruyordu. “Sizin sapıklılarınız beni alakadar etmez, benim bu geceki deliğim sensin. Ben keyfime bakarım, aranızdaki problem neyse sonra çözersiniz, o benim derdim değil”. Ahmet gerçek kişiliğine bürünmeye başlamıştı. Onun böyle bir durumu anlamasını, anlayış göstermesini beklemiyordum zaten. Ayrıca onu sinirlendirip dayak yemeye, daha da kötüsü tecavüze uğramaya niyetim yoktu. Yeterince aşağılanıyordum. Ötesi beni korkuturdu. Üstelik karakolluk olsak ne diyecektim? “Beni kendi çağırdı” deyip çıkacaktı işin içinden. Rezil olup gazetelere düşmek de cabası. Bu ülkede ikinci sınıf vatandaştı kadınlar. 2000li yıllarda, İstanbulda bile…Uzatmamaya karar verip aletini tuttum. Ağzıma götürdüğümde neredeyse hazırdı. Yalamaya başladım. Bir yandan da elimle sıvazlıyordum aşağı yukarı. Beyefendi beğenmemiş olacak ki “düzgün yap ******” deyip tümünü itti gırtlağıma. Gözlerim yaşararak kendimi geriye attım ama kafamdan yakalayıp çıkartmama engel oldu. Burnumdan zar zor nefes alırken kusmamak için kendimi zor tutuyordum. Kussam içimden yine Ahmet çıkacaktı üstelik. Kendimi kurtarmaya çalışıyordum ama insafı yoktu herifin. Bastırdıkça bastırdı. Tükürük bezlerim de harekete geçmiş, ağzım tamamen dolmuştu. Ahmet birden geri çekildi. Ağzımdaki tüm tükürük penisine bulaşmıştı. Derin bir nefes alıp gözyaşlarımı sildim. “İşte böyle” dedi, “artık ıslak”. Canavar karşımda pırıl pırıl bir heykel gibi dikilmişti gerçekten. “şimdi” dedi, “şu *** deliğini görelim”…İnisiyatifi ona bırakırsam beni parçalardı. Bundan emindim. Önce alıştıra alıştıra almam gerekiyordu. “Otur” dedim sertçe ve ayağa kalktım. İtiraz etmedi. Aletini sıvazlıyordu. Sırtım ona dönük şekilde kucağına yaklaştım. Külotumu banyoda bırakmıştım zaten. Babydollumu da çıkarttım. Topuklu terliklerimi çıkartmadan ayaklarımı koltuğa koyup çömeldim. Elimle penisini ortasından yakaladım. İlk anda hepsini gömmesini engellemek istiyordum. Başını deliğime yaklaştırdım. Biraz sürttüm önce. Kafası epey kaygandı. Sonra içimden “Allah utandırmasın” deyip yavaşça deliğime değdirdim. Hafifçe ıkındım ve kendimi biraz daha aşağı bıraktım. İşte kafası giriyordu. Kolay değildi tabi ama korktuğum kadar da değildi. İyi hazırlanmıştım sonuçta. Deliğim gerildi gerildi ve “plop” diye bir ses çıkartarak kafayı içine aldı. “Ohhhhh” diye inledim. Elim hala kontrol mekanizması olarak penisindeydi. “aferin ******, şimdi de devamını al bakalım” dedi. Yavaş yavaş çömelmeyi sürdürdüm. Biraz daha, biraz daha derken elimin olduğu noktaya gelmiştim. Şimdi gir çık zamanıydı. Hepsini almadan önce yavaşça oturup kalkmaya başladım. O an zevk almaktan çok alışmakla ilgiliydim. “Başarıyorum galiba” derken, Ayrancı travesti “daha hızlı” deyip tempo vermeye başladı. İnlemelerim artmıştı. Elimi yavaşça çektim. Kontrol yavaş yavaş Ahmete geçiyordu. Gittikçe hızlanıyor ama penisinin geri kalanını sokmuyordu. Onun da hoşuna gitmişti bu oyun. – Nasıl gidiyor bebeğim?- Ooooohhhhhh Ahmet, çok büyük, çok güzel…- Seni minik ****** seni, kimlere verdin daha önce götten?- Aaahhhh, aaaaahhhhh, çok kişiye değil…- Benden sonra herkese verebilirsin artık küçük fahişe. *** deliğini öyle genişleteceğim ki ikinci amın olacak. İstiyor musun?- Ne olursun yavaş. İstiyorum ama ne olur yavaş. “Peki, hadi bakalım” deyip belimden daha güçlü kavrayıp kendine bastırmaya başladı beni. Tüm vücudum onundu. Ne direnebilir ne de karşı koyabilirdim. Penisinin dışarıda kalan yarısı içime girecekti şimdi. Milim milim almaya başladım. Kesik kesik aldığım nefesler ağzımdan iniltiler ve ahlamalar olarak geri çıkıyordu. Birazını daha aldım, sonra biraz daha. Anüsümün kremsiz kısmına çoktan ulaşmış, bağırsaklarımda ilerliyordu canavar. Ciddi bir yanma hissediyordum. Vücudumun daha önce hiç dokunulmamış bölgelerini keşfediyordu. Üstelik yolculuğu daha bitmemişti. “Daha bitmedi mi, aaaahhhhh, Ahmet daha bitmedi mi?” diye yalvarırcasına kafamı ona çevirdim. “Bitiyor *** orospum” demesiyle tümünü içime yollaması bir oldu. Çığlığı bastım. Hem de ne çığlık. Eminim komşular hakkımda hiç de iyi düşünmüyorlardı. Neredeyse kendimden geçecektim. İçimde bir şeyleri yırtmış olmalıydı. Kendimi ileri atıp içimden çıkartmaya niyetlensem de, Ahmetin buna izin vermeye niyeti yoktu.- Aaaaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh, ne yaptın sen, ne yaptın bana?- Oldu işte yavrum, hepsini aldın, başardın. Sakin ol, alışacaksın birazdan- Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, ne olur dursun biraz böyle, ne olur sokup çıkartma- Tamam güzelim, tamam bebeğim, duruyoruz böyle. Sen tamam diyene kadar duruyoruzBu çok acayip bir şeydi. Hissettiklerimi anlayabilmeniz için kadın olmanız gerekir. Anüsümdeki elektriklenme, anal kanallarımdan yayılarak beynime ulaşıyordu. Vücudumun kontrolünü kaybetmiş, bir et yığınına dönüşmüştüm. Ahmet tutmasa herhalde yere düşüp kıvranmaya başlardım. Öyle oturduk. Herhalde 10 dakika hiç kıpırdamadık. Soluğum düzelmeye başlamış ama içimdeki yanma geçmemişti. Sürekli inliyordum hafif hafif. Ahmet göğüslerimi, ensemi, boynumu, belimi okşuyordu sürekli. – Hazır mısın?- Bilmiyorum- Hadi bakalım şu minik kalçalarını oynat birazYavaş ve küçük daireler çizmeye başladım. İçimde bana ait olmayan bir şey vardı ve tüm çeperlerime dokunuyordu. Ahmet de hafif hafif inliyordu. Penisi bir taş kadar sertti. Yavaşça tempo vermeye başladı. Çok az bir kısmıyla git gel yapıyordu. İnlemelerim yine yükselmeye başladı.- Güzel mi bebeğim?- Ooooohhhh Ahmet- Orospum musun sen benim.- Ohh evet, orospunum senin, *** orospun“O zaman hadi bakalım” deyip hızlanmaya başladı. İşte şimdi beni beceriyordu. Beni oturtup kaldırıyordu penisinin üzerine. Hızımız gittikçe arttı. Benim bağırmalarım ve inlemelerim de elbette. Ama alışmıştım gerçekten. Bir elimi klitorisime atıp ovalamaya başladım. Evet, zevk alıyordum. – Ooooh Ahmet, sik beni erkeğim, götümü sik- Hoşuna gitti değil mi. Biliyordum.- Aaaaahhhh, neyi biliyordun- Senin tam bir fahişe olduğunu- Aahh, evet fahişeyim ben, senin fahişenim. Erkeğimsin benimSeks esnasında terbiyesiz konuşmalardan hoşlanırdım genelde ama bu sefer içimden gelerek söylüyordum. Ahmetin orospusu olmuştum. Ne isterse yapmaya hazırdım. Alışveriş merkezindeki diğer kızlardan kıskanıyordum onu içten içe. Benim olmalıydı. Tüm maharetlerimi, tüm vücudumu ona sunmaya hazırdım bu uğurda. Sunmuştum da. Hiçbir kız kolay kolay arkasına almayı beceremezdi onu.- Aaaahhhh erkeğim, bak aldım hepsini içime, hoşuna gitti mi- Evet orospucuk aldın gerçekten- Sik beni, doyur o canavarı içimde.- Doyuracağım yavrum. Götünü de doyuracağım. Merak etmeBunu derken ellerini bacaklarımdan geçirip ensemde birleştirdi. Kollarımı da bu cendereye alıp sıkıştırdı. Vücudum gerildi. Penisinin epey bir kısmı içimden çıktı. “Ne yapıyor bu?” derken. Birden içime kökledi. Büyük bir çığlığı koyuverdim. Ahmet asıl şimdi sikmeye başlamıştı beni. Vücudumun bir hükmü kalmamıştı. Artık sadece bir deliktim ben. Etten bir delik. Ahmet beni becermiyordu aslında. Penisini vücuduma saplıyordu. Tekrar ve tekrar. O kadar çok bağırıyordum ki komşuların polis çağırmaması sadece vurdumduymazlık olabilirdi. Kendimden geçtim resmen. Keşke bir el olsaydı vajinamda. Hayatımın orgazmını yaşayabilirdim böyle. Sanırım 10 dakika bu pozisyonda hunharca sikti beni. Ne halde olduğumu umursamıyordu. Çığlık ve yalvarmalarımı umursamıyordu. Bu arada sanki daha da büyümüştü canavar veya kayganlaştırıcının tüm etkisi geçmişti. Birden beni tutup penisinden çıkarttı. Yaptığı tam olarak buydu. Penisine saplı durumda olan vücudumu çıkarttı ve koltuğa fırlattı. Büyük bir inleme saldım ciğerlerimden. Penisini sıvazlayarak bana yaklaştı ve ben hala yüksek perdeden inlemekle meşgulken, büyük bir homurtuyla sperm salvolarını yollamaya başladı. Yan yatar pozisyondaydım ve dölleri belime, kalçalarıma ve göğüslerime ve çoğunlukla bordo rengi koltuğuma doğru uçuşuyordu. Elimi uzatıp canavarı yakaladım ve boşalmasının son anlarına bir iki sıvazlamayla yardımcı oldum. Ahmet sırt üstü koltuğa devrildi. Elimi bu muhteşem erkeğin bacağına attım. Sperm bulaşmış elimle göğüs kıllarını okşadım. İnanılmaz bir deneyimdi gerçekten. Acaba ben ne durumdaydım? Banyoya gitmeliydim ama bacaklarımda hal yoktu. İkimizde soluk soluğayken ve ben hala inlerken başımı bacağına koyup kendimi ona emanet ettim…Ahmetin Ayrancı travestileri kucağında epeyce yattım. O da hiç kımıldamadı. Bir süre sonra sehpaya uzanıp sigarasını aldı. Çakmağı bitmiş olmalıydı. “Ateş getirsene” dedi. Kalkmam gerekiyordu ama bunu başarabileceğimden emin değildim. Bacaklarıma yüzlerce iğne batıyordu sanki. Yavaşça doğruldum. Belim ağrıyordu. Ayağa kalkmamla tökezlemem bir oldu. Uzun topuklu terliklerimi unutmuştum. Fırlatıp attım salonun öbür ucuna. Üzerimde sadece beyaz jartiyer çoraplarım kalmıştı. Yürümek tam bir işkenceydi. İçimde bir yangın vardı. Kanama geçirmediğimi ummak istiyordum. Kıvrana kıvrana masadan çakmak alıp Ahmete verdim.- Çok mu acıyor?- Evet- Eee, kolay değil tabi- Hem de hiç değil seninki gibisini arkadan almak- Rakı da versene- Tuvalete gitmeliyim, kendin al- Ne biçim ev sahisin sen? Misafirine iyi davransana- Oldu, tabi… Rakı ver gotten ver ne ala memleket değil mi?Ahmet kahkahalar atarken bacaklarımı sürüyerek banyoya doğru yürüdüm. Kapıyı kapatıp klozete oturdum. “Ne olur kanamam olmasın” diye düşünüp anüsümü kontrol ettim. Hayır, kanama yoktu ama deliğim inanılmaz şekilde genişlemişti. Bu pozisyonda otururken içime giren havayı çok net hissediyordum. Anüsüm nefes alıp veriyordu sanki. Bir süre sancımın geçmesini bekledim. Doğum yapsam en fazla bu kadar canım acırdı herhalde. Beynim uyuşmuştu. Bu herifle başa çıkmak gerçekten zordu. Tahriş olmuş anüsümü fazla zorlamadan temizledim. Tedbirli kız olduğum için banyoda bepantenim hazırdı. Güzelce anüsüme yedirdim. Rahatlamıştım şimdi. Bacaklarımı yakan çorapları da çıkartıp kirliye attım. Ahmetin dölleri dantelli kısımlarına yapışmıştı. Yatak odasına geçip pamuklu, rahat bir külot ve geceliğimi giydim. Islak mendil kutusunu alıp salona geçtim. Ahmet rakısını yarılamıştı. Yanına oturup ıslak mendillerden bir yumak yaptım ve penisini silmeye başladım. Üzerinde pislik yoktu. Yaptığım lavman işe yaramıştı. Yine de kokusu hoş değildi. Ahmeti temizleyerek ona bir mesaj vermek istiyordum. Kadınlar seks sonrası sadece umursadıkları erkeği temizlerler. Tabi bu onun ne kadar umurundaydı emin değilim. Aleti hala yarı canlıydı. Ben temizlik yaparken yine uyanır gibi oldu ama içimden “yok artık, o kadar da değil” diye düşündüm. – Aferin sana, temiz kızmışsın- Nasıl yani?- Arkadan yaptığım bir sürü kız boka bulardı sıkımı- Hazırlık yaptık o kadar cicim- Genişlemiş misin?- Epeyce, o kızılı hastanelik etmene şaşırmamalı- Salak, kendi kaşındı- Tülini de dağıttın mı- Yok, kafasını sokmamla tuvalete koşuyordu. Altına kaçırıyordu neredeyse. Dedim ya, yatakta iyi değil- Ben iyiyim ama değil mi?- Sen tam bir orospusun, hem de got orospusuTemizliği bitirmiştim. Mendilleri çöpe atmak için doğrulmuştum ki bileğimi yakaladı- Hadi bakalım, şu yatak odanı görelim- Nasıl yani?- Gece bitti mi sandın?- Bitti tabi, yarın işe gideceğim. Saat 12 oldu- Ben de işe gideceğim ama önce bu gote bir kez daha gideceğim- Saçmalama, dağıldım diyorum sana- Bir seferden daha bir şeycik olmaz- Ahmet şaka yapmıyorum, gerçekten feci haldeyim. Sancım var. Çocuğunu doğurmuş gibiyim. Azıcık anlayışlı ol. Başka zaman yaparız yine ama şimdi iyileşmem lazım. Krem sürdüm bir sürü- İyi işte, rahat alırsın- Ne olur yapma, bak gerçekten iyi değilim. Beni de mi hastanelik edeceksin?- Konuşma orospucuk, kaçarın yokBunu derken doğruldu ve kaşla göz arasında beni kucağına aldı. Salak, balayında gelini zifaf odasına sokan damat triplerindeydi. Tabi onun koca kollarının arasında çocuğu gibi kalıyordum o ayrı. Baktım, gerçekten beni yatak odasına götürüyor. Şaka değil yani. Onu bu gece bir kez daha arkadan alamazdım. Bunu yapamazdım. Gerçekten hastanelik olacaktım. Kollarımı kurtarıp göğsünü yumruklamaya başladım.- Bırak yoksa bağırırım- Akşam 7den beri bağırıyorsun zaten- Ahmet diyorum- İstersen Mustafa de amina koyimİtirazlarım bir işe yaramıyordu. Odaya varmıştık. İçerde yanan okuma lambasının ışığı odayı pembeye boyuyordu ama benim geleceğim hiç de pembe görünmüyordu. Beni yatağa savurup karşımda bir süre dikildi. Penisi dikilmeye başlamıştı. Çaresiz halim onu tahrik ediyordu. Son şansımı da denedim.- Bari vajinal yapalım, arkadan alamayacağım- Amciğin lazım değil bana. Sen artık benim got orospucuğumsun. Seni bundan sonra sadece gotunden sikeceğim.İnanamıyordum. Bana resmen tecavüz edecekti ve ne kadar canımın yanacağı umurunda bile değildi. Tam bir hayvandı. Gözünde zerre değerim yoktu. Yatağa oturup geceliğimi bir hamlede ikiye ayırdı. Kısık bir çığlık attım. Gözlerim yuvalarından fırlayacaktı. Bu kadar kötüsü ilk defa başıma geliyordu. Göğüslerimle oynuyordu. Aklınca tahrik edecekti beni ama hissettiğim tek şey korkuydu. Yeniden arkama girecek o canavarın korkusu. Kendimi kastıkça yeniden sancılanıyordum. Beni sırtüstü uzatıp üstüme yattı. Öpmeye çalışıyor ama ben inleyerek dudaklarımı kaçırıyordum. Bu oyunların beni etkilemeyeceğini anlayınca doğruldu. Bacaklarımı tutup iki yana açtı. “Yapma” dedim kısık ve ağlamaklı bir sesle. “Sus” dedi ve külotumu yırtıp beni koruyan son bez parçasından da kurtuldu. Tam olarak erekte olmuştu. Penisini getirip klitorisime sürtmeye başladı. Gözlerimi kapattım. Kafamı yana çevirip bir an önce olup bitmesi için Tanrıya yalvarmaya başladım. Gözyaşlarımı tutamıyordum artık. Başımın altındaki yastıklardan birini çekip kalçalarımın altına yerleştirdi. Son bir kez ıslak gözlerimle ona baktım. Merhamet edeceğini umarak. Ama buz gibiydi bakışları. Eline tükürüp aletini sıvazladı. “kayganlaştırıcı var banyoda, bari ondan sür” dedim hıçkırarak. “Gerek yok orospucuk, gotun vıcık vıcık krem zaten” deyip kafasını dayadı Travesti Ayrancı anüsümün girişine. Kendimi kasmıştım. Sancım şiddetleniyordu. Anüsümü gevşetmezsem beni yırtacağını biliyordum ama istemsizce kasılıyordu anal kaslarım. “Rahat bırak gotunu yoksa gerçekten hastanelik olursun” deyip sırıttı. Elimden gelse onu öldürebilirdim. Nasıl bu kadar duyarsız olabilirdi? Yeniden ağlamaya başladım ve kendimi koyuverdim. Arka deliğim gevşedi ve vücudum kendini bıraktı. Bir iki sürtmeden sonra kafasını soktu önce. Hızlı ve kısık nefesler alıp veriyordum. Üzerime doğru eğilip hızla içime gömdü aletini ve pompalamaya başladı.- Aaaaarrrrgggggghhhhhhh- Orospucuk seni, bak aldın işte yeniden- Hayvaaaaan, aaaaaaahhhhhhh- Sıktığımın orospusu seni, lezbiyen fahişe- Iııııııııııhhhhhhhhhh- Herkes duyacak nasıl bir got veren olduğunu- Sus da işini bitir hayvaaaaaaaaan, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhNefretle bakıyordum ona. Kollarını yatağa dayamış, üzerime eğilmiş misyoner pozisyonunda arkamdan beceriyordu beni. Gözyaşlarım tahrik ediyor olmalıydı onu. Birden kolumu kurtarıp şiddetli bir tokat patlattım yanağına. Durdu, ne yapması gerektiğine karar vermeye çalıştı. Bana vurmak istediğini biliyordum ama onun yerine birden o koca canavarın tamamını dışarı çekti ve tek hamlede tümünü içime gömdü- Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh- Bunu mu istiyorsun? Daha mı sert istiyorsun?- Allah belanı versin hayvaaaanCevap vermek yerine bacaklarımı büktü, beni ikiye büktü, ayaklarının üzerinde çömelir pozisyon alıp, vücut ağırlığını kullanarak içime girip çıkmaya başladı. Tümünü çıkartıp hızla dibine kadar sokuyordu. Çığlıklarım Taksim Meydanından duyuluyordu artık kesin. Folloş kelimesinin tam manasını anlamıştım artık. Arka deliğim tam anlamıyla folloş olmuştu. Göğüslerim ve kafam yukarı aşağı sallanıyordu. Gerçeklik algımı kaybetmiştim, vücudumun tüm kontrolünü kaybetmiştim. Bu pozisyon onu yormuş olmalı ki, üzerimden indi. Bacaklarım yatağa düştü iki et parçası gibi. Hala içimdeydi ama dik oturduğu için daha azı girip çıkıyordu artık. Biraz rahatlamıştım. Vajinama giren bir parmak hissettim. İlginç ama ıslanmıştım. Sonra parmakların sayısı ikiye ve üçe çıktı. Şimdi vajinamda dolmuştu. Elimi kontrolsüzce klitorisime atıp ovalamaya başladım. Zevk ve acı bir aradaydı. Hala pompalıyordu. “Ne zaman boşalacak?” diye düşündüm ama hiç niyeti yoktu. Bir süre sonra elektriklenmeler başladı vücudumda. Bu nasıl oluyordu anlayamadım ama orgazm olmak üzereydim. Bu kadar isteksizce yaşanan bir durumda nasıl oluyordu bu? Bu hayvan bana tecavüz ediyordu ve gelmek üzereydim. Şimdi de zevkten ağlamaya başlamıştım- Aaaaahhhmeeetttttt- Güzel dimi fahişem- Ahmet geliyorum ben- Seni getirmemi istiyor musun?- Ahmeeeet durma sakın, sık beni- Sıkıyorum ya yavrum- Amima daha hızlı sok parmaklarını, daha hızlı- Al o zaman amina koyimBirden titremeye başladım. Kafamı kaldırıp orama baktım. Arkama girip çıkan o canavar ve vajinamı dolduran üç parmak piston gibi koordineli ve hızlıca çalışıyorlardı. Öyle bir bağırdım ki, orgazm anının kontrolsüzlüğü içinde, bana bile yüksek geldi o çığlık. Çıldırmıştım. Tüm vücuduma elektrik verilmişti sanki. Birden doğrulup Ahmetin omuzlarını yakaladım ve tırnaklarımı etine gömdüm. Ahmetin yüzündeki acıyı görebiliyordum. Jilet gibi çektim tırnaklarımı omuzlarından kollarına kadar. Kanatmıştım Ahmeti. Parmaklarıma bulaşan kanına bakarken orgazmım daha da şiddetlendi. Ağzımda biriken tüm tükürüğü Ahmetin suratına yolladım. Herhalde ilk kez bir kadın yüzüne tükürmüştü. Hissettiği acı ve şaşkınlık gözlerinden okuyordu. Kendimi yatağa bıraktım. İnanılmaz bir orgazm yaşamıştım ve elimden geldiğince intikamımı almıştım. Yüzüne bulaşan tükürüğümü elinin tersiyle silerken, “canına okuyacağım senin” der gibi bakıyordu. Birden beni tuttuğu gibi çevirdi. Aklınca domaltacaktı ama dizlerimde derman kalmamıştı. O beni pozisyona sokmaya çalıştıkça ben yatağa yüzükoyun düşüyordum. Kesik inlemelerim işimin bittiğini gösteriyordu. Baktı ki olmayacak yüzükoyun yatmama izin verdi. Göbeğimin altına çekti yastığı ve yine arkama girdi. Bacaklarımı olabildiğince açmış, altında kurbağa gibi yatıyordum. Tüm ağırlığını üzerime verip yeniden becermeye başladı beni. Bir süre sonra da bacaklarıyla benim bacaklarımı kıstırdı ve iyice kapattı. Deliğim en dar olacağı pozisyona gelmişti. İntikam alıyordu. Üzerimdeki ağırlığından zar zor nefes alabiliyordum. Aletinin tamamını gömüyordu yine. Artık bağıramıyordum. Kulak memelerimi emerken konuşuyordu: “folloş oldun yavrum, artık senden hayır gelmez, got orospusu seni, şimdi içine attıracağım, gotunu dolduracağım…”. Hiç cevap vermedim. Verecek halim kalmamıştı. Dağılmıştım. Bitsin, boşalsın diye bekliyordum. Sanırım beş dakika o pozisyonda sertçe becerdi beni. Sonra titremeye başladı o koca vücut üzerimde. Salyaları boynuma akıyordu. Kükremeye başlamasıyla içimin dolmaya başlaması aynı andı. Arkamda atan nabızdan kaç kere attırdığını saydım. Üçüncüye boşalıyordu ve tam 5 salvo yolladı bağırsaklarıma. İçimde bambaşka bir basınç oluştu. Ahmetin dölleri midemden sonra diğer sindirim sistemimi de işgal ediyordu. Bir süre üzerimde yattıktan sonra küçülmeye başlayan aletini çekti arkamdan. Deliğimden sıvılar akıyordu. Vajinamı yalayarak geçen sıvıların yatağa aktığını hissediyordum. “Umarım sadece spermdir, kan değildir” diye düşündüm. Bakmaya mecalim yoktu. Bir soğukluk oluştu deliğimde. İçime hava giriyordu. Ahmet yataktan kalkmış paramparça ettiği geceliğime aletini siliyordu. Bana şöyle bir baktı; “kalayım mı bu gece” dedi. Yüzsüzlüğe bakar mısınız? Kafamı yatağın diğer yanına çevirip kısık sesle; “sıktır” dedim, “sıktırol git”. Sonra duyduğum sesler Ahmetin giyinmesi, işemesi, sifonun homurtusu ve kapının kapanmasıydı. Bu gece bitmişti. Yatakta tek başımaydım. Ağlamaya başladım. Kalkıp kendimi kontrol etmeliydim ama mecalim yoktu. Korkuyordum. Hıçkıra hıçkıra ağladım. Yorganı üzerime çektim ve yastığa sarıldım. Sabahı bekleyecektim…

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Kayınpeder damadını kadın kıyafeti içinde gMerhaba, Bundan yaklaşık 2 sene kadar önce yani 21 yaşımda görücü usulü ile evlendirildim. Yani bir bakıma aile zoru ile çünkü kızlardan pek hoşlanmam, en sonunda bizimkiler senden köy kasaba olmayacak galiba diyerek ahbabımız olan Levent beylerin kızı ile Hande evlendirdiler. Evlendiğimiğizde Hande 18 yaşındaydı. Kayınvalidem Naciye 38 kayınpederim Levent ise 40 yaşındaydı. Evlenmek istiyor muydum tabi ki hayır ama daha sonra bunun benim için güzel bir fırsat olduğunu anladım. O ana kadar hep annemin elbiselerini giyiyordum şimdi ise karımın da elbiselerini giyebiliyorum. Evlendikten sonra zaman içerisinde kendi istediğim kıyafetleri yavaşta olsa karıma aldırmaya başladım en büyük şansım karımın biraz şişman olması olsa gerek çünkü bedenlerimiz nerede ise birbirine çok yakın oluyordu. Karımın evde olmadığı zamanlarda da kıyafetlerini gayet rahat giyiyordum.Bir gün karım klasik bir aile geleneği olan altın gününe gideceğini söyledi benimde çalışmam gerekiyordu ama işim erken bitti telefon edip akşama ne yapılacağını sordum geç vakte kadar komşuda kalacaklar sonra da annesine yani Naciye kayınvalideme gideceklerdi. İş yerim kayınvalidelerin evine çok yakın olduğu için bana da istersen gel anahtarı al oradan anneme gidersin dedi bende kabul ettim. Yaklaşık yarım saat sonra kayınvalidelerdeydim. İçeri girdim haliyle kimse yoktu. Biraz oturup televizyona filan baktıktan sonra kayınvalidenin yatak odasına gittim. Dolaplarını karıştırmaya başladım. Geçen yaz tatilde giydiği çok güzel çiçekli bir kıyafeti vardı. O elbiseyi buldum. Acaba yakalanır mıyım korkusu vardı ama yine de giymek istiyordum. Çekmeceleri karıştırıp iç çamaşırı ve sutyen de buldumBir süre sonra kayınvalidenin elbisesini giymiş ayna da kendime bakıyordum. Kayınvalidenin boyu biraz kısa olduğu için elbise diz üzerime kadar gelmiş mini etek gibi olmuştu. Çok hoştu.Mutfağa gittim ve kendime kahve yapmak için suyu koydum. Bu sırada kapı açıldı. Panik olmuştum. Mutfağın kapısından baktığımda kayınpederim Levent’in gelmiş olduğunu gördüm. Hiç aklıma gelmemişti onunda cumartesi çalışmadığı. Kayınpederim içeri girdi mutfaktaki ışığın yandığını görünce ilerlemeye başladı. Ne yapacağımı şaşırmıştım. Kapıdan girince beni gördü ve-Memduh bu ne hal böyle ne yapıyorsun sen ???-Eee şeeey Levent baba yani-nedir bu halin deli misin?-yaa Levent baba yanii-sus bana baba filan deme Çok kızmış gibi görünüyordu sinirlenmiş gibiydi-şuraya bak yaaa senden torun bekleyendeymiş kabahat hale bak-şeeey baba-Memduh manyak mısın nedir bu halin yaaaa-şeeey walla baba yaniii-geç içeri geç Salona geçtim oda peşimden geldi. Koltuğa oturdum karşıma oturdu. Farkına olmadan bacak bacak üzerine atmıştım-Memduh oğlum nedir bu halin neden giyindin böyle-eee şeeey Levent baba yani nasıl söylesem-neyi nasıl söyleyecekmişsin yaaa açıklaması nedir bu kıyafetin-yaanii şeey baba merak ediyordum annemin bu kıyafeti bende nasıl durur diye-yaa Memduh böyle bir şey merak edilir mi?-ama şey yaniii -yaa hayret bişi yaaa peki daha önce de giyindin mi hiç böyle-şeey evet baba-tahmin etmiştim zaten ben-nasıl yanii baba-hareketlerinden bişiler olduğunu sezmiştim sende ama konduramıyordum-ama yanii baba-yaa sus yaa bana baba diyip durma-peki, ama ne diim ki-uuff bak şimdi canım çok sıkıldı yaaa-şeey yani canınızı sıkmanıza gerek yok gerçekten ben sadece yanii böyle giyinmeyi seviyorum o kadar başka bir şey yapmadım hayatımda sadece giyindim-nası yanii ibnesin işte yaa kızıma nasıl söyleyeceğim ki bunu-şeeey baba ben ibne değilim gerçekten hiç ilişki yaşamadım bir erkekle sadece giyindim o kadar-gerçek mi?-evet, yemin ederim sadece böyle giyinmeyi seviyorum-neyse bu da bir şey en azından-şeey evet yaniii -bir an çok tedirgin oldum yani insanının damadının ibne olması filan-yok, gerçekten yok yaniii, şeeeeyyy kahve yapayım mı Levent baba size-hale bak yaa ne kadar rahatsın-ama ne yapabilirim ki baba artık gördünüz beni böyle ne diyebilirim ki-e hadi yap bakalım-tamam, şunu bir çıkarayım kahve yaparım -yok, yok çıkarma öyle yap bakalımŞaşırmıştım. Ayağa kalkıp mutfağa gittim ve iki Türk kahvesi yapıp geldim salona kayınpederim Levent üçlü koltukta oturmuş beni bekliyordu. Tepsi ile kahveyi uzattım fincanı aldı bende kendi fincanımı sehpaya koyup kayınpedere bir zigon çıkarttım. Karşısına geçip oturdum. Kahve içmeye başladık. Neden böyle giyindiğimi ne hissettiğimi kızına karşı duygularımı vs soruyordu bende kayınpederime kızını sevdiğimi görücü usulü evlenmemize rağmen ondan hoşlandığımı ancak esk**en beri bu tipte bayan kıyafetleri giymeyi çok sevdiğimi ve bundan vazgeçmeye uğraştığımı ama yapamadığımı anlattım. Kahvenin ve muhabbetin sonunda-bak Memduh bugün gördüğümü kimseye söylemeyeceğim ama bilmeni isterim ki eğer bir erkekle ilişkin olduğunu duyarsam kötü olur-şeey baba ben zaten öyle bir şey yapma taraftarı değilim-e ama böyle giyiniyorsun-sadece hoşuma gidiyor baba başka bir şey değil kendimi aynada seyretmekten hoşlanıyorum ve sana çok teşekkür ederim kimseye söylemeyeceğin için. Biran çok korkmuştum. Yani ne yapacağımı bilemez hale gelmiştim.-neyse hadi git toparlan gel anlaşıldı seninle artık erkek erkeğe muhabbet yapamayacağız-yaa öyle deme Levent baba yaaa-hadi hadi git giyin.Rahatlamıştım en azından şimdilik kimseye bir şey demeyeceğini söylemişti ama biliyordum ki elinde artık bir koz vardı…Aradan bir hafta geçti akşam yemeğine kayınvalidelere gittik. Oturduk muhabbet sohbet ve yemek. Sonrasında kayınvalidem Naciye kahve yapıp getirdi önce kayınpedere verdi sonra bana sonrada karıma ve kendi aldı oturdu TV seyretmeye başladı. Kayınpeder kahveden bir yudum aldı, yanında oturuyordum bana dönüp oldukça kısık bir sesle, -senin yaptığın daha güzeldi dedi ve birde göz kırptı. Şaşırmıştım bende aynı şekilde kısık bir ses ile-teşekkür ederim diyebildim.Kayınvalidem ve eşim oturmuş televizyona bakarken kayınvalidem döndü ve-Levent… Biz haftaya hamama gideceğiz işlerini ona göre ayarla dediKayınpederimde homur homur homurdanarak bişiler söyledi. Bende eşim Hande’ye baktım.-evet, Memduh bende gideceğim dedi-ohooo işimiz iş yaniii ne kadar sürer bu hamam sefanız? Kayınvalide lafa karıştı hemen-yan komşunun nişanı var hamamda yapılacak herhalde 4-5 saat sürer-ohoo baba yaa şu hale bak bunlar bize sormadan hamam sefaları falan-ne yapalım damat bizde erkek erkeğe takılırız-aaa olabilir tabi ben haftaya cumartesi çalışmıyorum neden olmasın. Balığa filan gideriz dedimYoğun bir haftadan sonra cumartesi geldi. Sabah karımla beraber kayınpederlere gittik kahvaltıya. Kahvaltıdan sonra saat 12 gibi hanımlar evden hamama gitmek için ayrıldılar. Bizde kayınpederim ile baş başa kaldık. Biraz televizyon seyredip gazete filan okuduktan sonra kayınpederim-Memduh bir kahve yap da içelim dedi-olur, baba hemen yapayım dedim ayağa kalktım-nasıl yapacaksın kahveyi-eee şey sen sade içersin Levent baba genelde ama nasıl istersen öyle yapayım yani-yok, yok onu demedim-anlamadım baba-yani bu kıyafetle mi yapacaksın?Şaşırmış ve birazda utanmıştım aslında. Biraz bekleyip-sen nasıl yapmamı istersin babacığım diye sordum-sen bilirsin nasıl yapacağınıPeki deyip içeri Ayrancı travesti gittim zaten mutfak ile kayınvalidenin yatak odası yan yana idi. Direk odaya yöneldim dolabı karıştırdım ve kayınvalidenin düğünümde giydiği krem renkli etek ceket takımı buldum. İçine kısa askılı bir bluz giydim tabi iç çamaşırlarını da giymeyi ihmal etmemiştim. Sadece çorap bulamadım çok aradım ama bulamadım. Sonrada mutfağa gidip kahveyi hazırladım. Tepsiye koyup içeri geçtim yanında da küçük bardakta soda götürdüm kayınpederim Levent’e. Salondan girdim kayınpederim şöyle baştan aşağı beni bir süzdü ve gülümsedi.-aferin bak ne güzel getirdin kahveyi dedi-teşekkür ederim babacığım dedimTepsiyi uzattım kahveyi ve sodayı aldı tepsiyi sehpaya koyup hemen kayınpederime bir zigon çıkartım. Sonra kendi kahvemi de alıp karşısına geçip oturdum. Kahveden höpürdeterek bir yudum aldı ve-ooohh çok güzel yapmışsın kıııızzz dediŞaşırdım ve kızardım ama ilginç gelmişti bu şekilde hitap etmesi-sağ ol Levent baba teşekkür ederim dedim-aferin sana elin bu konulara çok yatkın benim karıdan daha güzel yapıyorsun kahveyi wallaaa-şeeyy teşekkür ederim utandırıyorsun beni baba-yok, yok öyle deme gerçekten bak. Zaten benim karı bir getiriyor kahveyi elime tutuşturup gidiyor-evet, geçen gün fark ettim bir sehpa bile çıkartmadı-yaa evet yaaa bak senin de hemen dikkatini çekmiş-tabi baba çekmez mi sonuçta o senin karın yani sana hizmette kusursuz olması gerek-ah ah gel de onu benim karıya anlat,-olur, mu canım öyle şey? Bence bir erkeğin karısı onun karşısında her zaman güzel ve hazırlıklı olmalıdır-neye hazırlıklı olmalı?-şeeey yani kocasının istediklerini yapmaya tabi baba-hıııımmm-tabi baba yaa yani bir kadın kocasının karşısına eşofman veya pijama ile çıkmamalı bence-nasıl çıkmalı-ne bilim seksi olmalı biraz haksız mıyım?-haklısın haklısın… Senin gibi mi mesela-ay Kadiiir baba ben seksi miyim kiiiii-değil misin?-şeeey bilmem kiii öyle miyim?-kalk bakiyim şöyle bir ayağaKalktım kahveyi sehpaya bıraktım bir dizimi hafifçe kırarak kayınpederimin karşısında durdum-dön bakiyim dön şöyleceKendi çevremde döndüm iki tur-eveeeett bence oldukça seksi görünüyorsun Memduh-aayy Levent babaaa kıkır kıkır-kıkırdama kıııızz-şeeey pardon baba birden içimden geldi deBu arada koltukta eşofmanları ile oturan kayınpederimin önünün şişmiş olduğunu gördüm. Kayınpederim bana bakarak ereksiyon olmuştu. Şaşırdım mı utandım mı heyecanlandım mı anlayamamıştım. Ama gözüm takılmıştı bir kere. Oturdum karşısına ve bacak bacak üzerine attım.-yok, yok gerçekten çok seksi görünüyorsunElimle eteğimi toparladım-kapamasana kız eteğini-ama şey babaa-ne olacak kıızzz… Kapama bakim gözümüz gönlümüz açılsın biraz-eee şey yaaa içerde çorap bulamadım da o yüzden belki güzel görünmüyordu diye düşünmüştüm…-hııımm yok yok bence güzel görünüyorbu sefer diğer bacağımı bacak bacak üzerine attım hatta biraz yavaş attım ki dekolte olsun diye uğraştım-ooohhh -aaay baba çok enteresansın yaniiiii-neden kıızzz?-yani ne bileyim beni seksi buldun da hatta bacaklarıma bakıyorsun yani ay bilmem kiiii bir tuhaf geldi-walla Memduh bana da bir tuhaf geliyor ama ne yapabilirim ki demek ki uzun zamandır bişi yapmamanın verdiği bir durum bu-aaaa neden Levent baba artık sevişmiyor musun kiii?-karıştırma Memduh-aaaa neden ama Levent babaaaa-bak sus zaten 42 yaşındaki adamı baştan çıkartıyorsun-ama sende baştan çıkmaya razı gibisin değil miiiii?-şiiişştt sen biçim konuşuyorsun bakiiiimm-şeey pardon babacığım haklısın özür dilerim… Kahven bittiyse boşlarını alayım mı?-al al tabi kaldır önümden-aaayy kıkır kıkır babaaaaa-ne oldu yineee?-ne söyledin sen öyleee?-ne mi söyledim?-hı hııı dedin ya kaldır önümdekini diye komiğime gitti-lan var yaaa sen harbi sapıksın Memduh haaa-ay nedeeeennArtık iyice zıvanadan çıkmış işveli işveli filan konuşuyor konuşmalarımı uzatıyor ve fingirdek laflar sokuyordum araya konuşurken de dudaklarımı büzüyor kollarımı omzumu kıvırtıyordum. Kayınpederim Levent gittikçe kızarıyor yutkunuyor ve sanırım kalp atışları çok artıyordu. Eşofmanında ki şişliği saklamaya çalışmasından belliydi bu zaten.-yaa baksana neler diyorsun diye devam etti Levent-ama ben bişi demedim kiiii Levent babacııımm sen söyledin yaa önümdekini kaldır diye benimde komiğime gitti işte-tamam, yaptıkların hadi neyse ama birde dediklerimi yanlış anlayıp beni çıldırtma olur mu?-aaa ama Levent babaa neden çıldıracaksın ki?-ya bak halen konuşuyor yaaaa-ne yapiim ki başka Levent baba konuşuyoruz işteee-ya evet haklısın konuşuyoruz konuşmasına ama sonu pek iyiye gitmiyor gibi-iyiye gitmiyor derken-neyse sus Memduh tamam zaten bacaklarını da açıp kapıyorsun her yerin bir yerlerde-eeeee-ne eesi yaaauu çıldırdım ulan buradaTekrar bacak bacak üzerine atıp arkama yaslandım eteğin baldırlarımın sonuna kadar sıyrılmasını sağladım. Kayınpederim gözlerini kocaman açarak baktı -yaa yok artık yaaaa git giyin artık yeter MemduhBacaklarımı düzeltip hafifçe yana doğru kırarak-neden Levent?-yaaa lütfen yapma artık çok şey oldum yaniii Ayağa kalktım ve kayınpederin önüne gelip fincanı aldım sehpadan sonra kırıta kırıta içeri yürümeye başladım. -bak önündekini kaldırdım işte gördün mü?-uuf yaa Memduh-ne o kalkmadı mı yoksa daha -kalkmaz olur mu kalktı kalktıKayınpederim arkamdan ayağa kalktı eşofmanın önü dimdik durumdaydı. Başımı arkaya doğru çevirip şöyle bir baktım ve gülümsedim elimdeki fincanı masaya koyup geri kayınpederime doğru döndüm. Bir an duraksadı kayınpederim kızardı ve bana bakarak-eeee şey sen mutfağa gidiyordun ya ondan kalktım yaniii-bence iyi ki kalkmışsın… Ama baksana sadece sen kalkmamışsın başka yerlerinde kalkmış sanki-ee tabi yanii kaldırdın işte ne diyebilirim ki sana-ama böyle çok rahatsız görünüyorsun babacığım-eee evet yani haliyle yani rahat değil tabiiYanına yaklaştım bu arada aramızda iki adımdan az mesafe vardı. -nasıl rahatlayacaksın peki?-Memduh bak beni deli ettin zaten birde bu tipte konuşup daha çok çıldırtma lütfen ne demek nasıl rahatlayacaksın 40 yıldır ne yapıyorsam aynı şekilde tabi kiii-yani tuvalete gideceksin ya da akşam karını bekleyeceksin öyle mi?-akşam karımı bekleyemem walla… -o zaman doğru tuvalete mi Levent baba -yaa var ya beni gerçekten çıldırtmaya başladın Memduh tamam giyindiğinde çekici oluyorsun ama birde konuşarak beni daha fazla heyecanlandırma…-peki, babacığım ama bir şey merak ettim… Tuvalette kuru kuruya güzel olacak mı?-tabi olmayacak Memduh tabi ki olmayacak-peki, eğer kızmazsan sana bir şey teklif edebilir miyim ???Kayınpederimin gözleri büyümüştü hafifçe sırıttığını hissettim -tabi et bakalım bu durumdan sonra kızacak halim mi kaldı ???-şeeeyy tuvalette yapacağın şeyi bana bakarak yapmak ister misin ???Kayınpederim gülümsedi eşofmanının üzerinden aletini okşadı biraz-evet, ama geçen günkü kıyafeti giyersen-oluuurrr tabi hemen hemdeKoşar adımlarla içeri gittim. Dolaptan kayınvalidenin çiçek desenli kıyafetini çıkarttım ve hemen giyindim. Tam odadan çıkacakken aynanın önündeki makyaj malzemelerini gördüm. Hemen dudağıma ruj sürdüm. O sırada orada durmakta olan beyaz şal desenli başörtüsünü gördüm hemen başıma taktım ve içeri salona Ayrancı travestileri gittim. Kayınpederim üçlü koltukta oturmuş gözleri fal taşı gibi açık beni bekliyordu. Salona girdiğimde-hııııımmm çok güzel olmuşsun kıızzz harika dedi ve eşofmanının üzerinden aletini okşamaya başladı. Karşısındaki kanepeye oturdum. Sol bacağımı sağ bacağımın üzerine koyup bacak bacak üzerine attım. Ellerimi uzatıp bileklerimden tutarak yavaşça yukarı doğru bacaklarımı okşamaya başladım. Kayınpederim hırıltılı sesler çıkartarak bana bakıyor ve eşofmanın üzerinden aletini okşuyordu. Ellerimi yukarı eteğin bittiği yere kadar sıvazlarcasına çıkardım sonra da usulca eteğimi yukarı sıyırmaya başladım.-ooohh Memduh harika görünüyorsun dedi.Bacaklarımı hafifçe aralayarak iki elimi bacaklarımın arasına sokup baldırımı okşamaya başladım. -uuufff dayanamayacağım diyerek kayınpederim ayağa kalktı ve eşofmanını aşağı sıyırıp karşımda doğruldu. Esmer kıllı vücudu ve kalın irice aleti ile karşımda duruyordu-ooohh babaaaaa bu ne böyleeeee-beğendin mi ???-hı hıııı eveeet çoook hem de kocamaaann diyebildim gözlerimi alamıyordum kayınpederim Levent’in aletinden. Kayınpederim aletini eline alıp yavaşça sıvazlamaya başladı bana bacaklarıma ve suratıma hatta gözlerimin içine bakıyordu. Çok heyecanlanmıştım. Titreyen ellerimle elbisenin üzerinden bacaklarımı ve memelerimi okşamaya başladım-uuff yaa Memduh tıpkı karı gibisin çok güzeell ooohh-çok mu beğendin babacııımmm-uuuff baba diyen dillerini yesinler-yesinleeeeerrrr babacıııııımmBana doğru bir kaç adım attı en fazla iki adım önümde duruyor ve 31 çekiyordu. Bir yandan da hızlı hızlı nefes alıp veriyordu.-ooh evet çok iyi çok iyi-karın Naciye gibi miyim yoksaaaa onun kadar beğendin mi beni-oooh sen daha güzelsin Memduh uuufff-babaaa-oohh efendim kızım…-içerden sabun getireyim mi öyle kuru kuruya zor olmuyor mu ???-sabun mu ??? Boş versene kim ne yapacak sabunu sen devam et ben şimdi tükürür ıslatırım onuBir an duraksadım derin bir nefes aldım, iç geçirdim ve-şeey benim ıslatmamı ister misin?Hiç konuşmadan yanıma yaklaştı zaten aramız çok fazla değildi.-hadi ıslat bakalım tükür üzerine deyip aletini bana doğru uzattı.Kafamı kaldırıp Levent’e baktım karşısında koltukta oturuyordum o da aletini bana uzatmış karşımda ayakta duruyordu. Elimi uzattım ve en dibinden aletini tuttum-oooohh Memduh ne yapıyorsun ???-ıslatacağım babacığım-uuufff hadi ıslat o zamanDaha önce hiç bir erkeğin aletini eline almamış ve bu kadar yaklaşmamıştım. Heyecanla bir kayınpederin aletine birde kayınpedere baktım ve sonra… Usulca dudaklarımı uzatıp aletinin ucuna bir öpücük kondurdum. Kayınpederim duraksadı ve geriye gitti. -ne ne ne yapıyorsun sen diye kekeledi… Dibinden tuttuğum aletini kendime doğru çektim ve kafamı kaldırıp kayınpederim Levent’e baktım. Hiç bir söylemeden kayınpederim Levent’in sikine doğru yaklaştım. Ve dudaklarımı hafifçe aralayıp sikinin ucunu dudaklarımın arasına aldım. Daha önce hiç yapmadığım bir şeydi hafif pütürlü sıcak sikinin kokusunu hissedebiliyordum. Kayınpederim-Memduh dur ne yapıyorsun dedi ise de ben duraksamadan dilimle sikinin ucunda daireler çizmeye başladım. Yavaşça sikinin dibindeki elimle de kayınpederime 31 çektirmeye başladım çok kısa bir süre sonra kayınpederimin inlemeye başladığını duyunca sikinin mantarını ağzımdan çıkardım ve kayınpederime baktım o da bana bakıyordu. Gülümseyerek sordum.-böylesi daha güzel değil mi ???-oohh Memduh ne ne ne diyebilirim ooohhh-devam edeyim mi Levent ???-uuuf Memduh saçmalıyorum galiba yaaaa-nedeeeen ??? Diyerek elimle aletini sıvazlamaya başladım-uuufff Memduh -devam edeyim mi Leveennt-ooohh evet evet devam et-ama sonra kızıyorsun banaaaaaa-ben sana kızamam devam et hadi durmaaa-peki, ama sende durma olur muuuu-ooohh Memduh-efendim Levent.Dudaklarımı aralayıp sikinin kafasını tekrar dudaklarımın arasına alıp elimle 31 çektirmeye başladım. Kayınpederim başörtümün üzerinden başımı tutup kendine doğru bastırmaya başladı. Dudaklarımı daha da araladım ve sikini alabildiğim kadar ağzıma almaya başladım. Kayınpederin sikini ağzıma aldıkça daha fazla bastırıyordu başımı. En sonunda sikinden kurtardım dudaklarımı-biraz yavaş ol babaaaa beni karınla karıştırdın galiba… Daha ilk defa tadına bakıyorum ben-ooohh Memduh Naciye hiç ağzına almaz ki durma devam et oooohh-nasıl yaaaa nasıl hiç mi saksafon çekmez sana-yok, Memduh yok nerdeee.. Hadi durma devam et çok güzel uuuuuhhhh-inanmıyorum sana nasıl olur kayınvalidem nasıl senin bu mükemmel sikini ağzına almaz kiiiiUzanıp iştahla sikini yalamaya başladım kayınpederimin. Kayınpederim Levent kendinden geçmişçesine hırlayarak ağzımı sikmeye başlamıştı artık. Kalçasını ileri geri oynatarak sikini iyice ağzıma sokup çıkartıyordu. Benimde çok hoşuma gitmeye başladı Levent’in sikinin ağzımın içinde olması. Levent’in sikini artık dibine kadar ağzımın içine almaya başladım. Bir yandan yalıyor bir yandan emiyor bir yandan da taşaklarını sıvazlayarak 31 çektiriyordum. Kısa bir süre sonra…-ooohhh Memduh ooohh geliyorum geliyorum diye inlemeye başladı kayınpederim.Sikini ağzımdan çıkarttım ve Levent’e bakarak sikini sıvazlamaya devam ettim-gel Leventciğim gel…-ooohh geliyorum-hadi gel, fışkır üzerime, hadi durma fışkır rahatlaLevent, gerildi. Bana bakmaya başladı ve birden sikinin ucundan menileri fırladı. İlk fırlayan meni büyük bir hızla suratıma çarptı. Yanağımda bir sıcaklık hissettim. Bir yandan homurdanıyor bir yandan fışkırmaya devam ediyordu. Levent’in siki elimin içinde demir kadar sertleşmişti. İçinden geçen menileri avucumda hissediyordum. Sonra ikinci parti fırladı ucundan üzerime çiçek desenli elbiseye geldi. Uzandım ve hep yapmak istediğim şeyi yaptım en sonunda kayınpederim Levent’in sikini dudaklarımın arasına alıverdim. Ağzımın içinde fışkırmaya devam ediyordu. Meniler yavaşça ağzıma dolmaya başladı.-ooohh Memduh ooohhh harikaaa, çok güzel oooohhhAğzımdan sikini çıkartamadığımdan konuşamıyordum. Emmeye başladım sikini. Emdikçe sanki meniler daha çok geliyordu ağzımın içine. Ağzım doldu ve dudaklarımın yanlarından menileri yavaşça taşmaya başladı. Duraksadım ve ilk yutkunmayı yaptım. Boğazımdan aşağıya kayınpederim Levent’in menileri yavaşça akarak gitti. Midem bulanır gibi oldu ama önemsemedim. Tadı çok hoşuma gitmişti. Ağzımda kalanları tekrar yuttum ve sikini ağzımdan çıkarttım. Gülümseyerek kayınpederime baktım.-ooh Memduh acayip bir şey bu.-bence de Leventciğim bence de.Siki halen elimin avucumun içindeydi. Yavaşça okşamaya devam ediyordum. Ucuna gelen menileri dilimle yaladım.-hoşuna gitti mi Levent baba?-hemde nasıl çok hoşuma gitti. İyi ki seni böyle yakalamışım-evet, Levent baba bence de iyi ki yakalamışsın.Sikini okşuyor ve taşaklarını sıvalıyordum. Uzandım tekrar ağzıma aldım-yeter Memduh kalp krizimi geçirteceksin bana-hiçte öyle bir şey olacakmış gibi değilsin baba hem baksana sanki daha var mı diyor seninki-hayret bişi ama evet diyor-istiyor mu yani-evet, çok istiyor MemduhYanağımdaki, dudağımın kenarındaki ve elbisenin üzerindeki menileri parmaklarımla toparlayıp sikine sürdüm Levent’in. Gülümseyerek tekrar yaladım. Levent başörtümü Travesti Ayrancı çıkarttı. Ayağa kalktım. Artık yüz yüze bakıyordum siki halen elimdeydi nefesini hissediyordum.-lan damat var ya deli ettin beni.-böyle bir kayınpederim olduğunu bilseydim daha önce deli ederdimBoynumdan öpmeye başladı. İnanılmaz bir ürperti kapladı içimi. Kirli sakalı ve azda olsa bıyıkları batıyordu. Elbisenin açık kalan kısımlarından omuzlarımı öpmeye başladı.-uuff baba-bana baba deme-peki Leventciğim -işte öyle de-peki, Leventciğim peki erkeğim-ooohh bir daha söyle bakiiimmm-peki erkeğimOmzumu dişledi.-ama canımı acıtma Levent.-acıtmam Memduhçuğum-ıııhhhhmm LeveeennttHafifçe dişlemeye devam ediyordu omzumu. Sonra memelerimi sıkmaya başladı. Elbisenin fermuarını açarak geriye doğru çekildi. Levent’e bakarak omuzlarımdan aşağı sıyırdım elbiseyi. Sutyen ve külot ile kaldım karşısında. Sikini okşayarak-uuff be tam karı gibisin -beğendin mi Leventciğim-ooohh bayıldımYaklaştı ve sarıldı. Siki baldırıma vücuduma değiyordu. Saçlarını okşayama başladım. Memelerimi sıkıyor ve inliyordu bir yandan da kalçasını bana doğru ileri geri oynatarak sikini sürtüyordu. Kıllı göğsünde parmaklarımı dolaştırmaya başladım. Bir adım kadar geri gitti ve memelerimden tutarak arkaya itti beni. Arkamdaki 3’lü kanepeye oturdum. Sikini sıvazlayarak geldi ve bacak arama diz çöktü. Ne yapacak diye merakla bekliyordum. Ayaklarımı bileklerinde tutup yukarı doğru kaldırdı.-baba-…….-Levent-…….-Levent ne yapıyorsunCevap bile vermiyordu. Kendinden geçmişti. Bacaklarımı iyice yukarı kaldırıp sikini külotumun üzerinden popoma ve pipime sürtmeye başladı.-lan birde ibne değilim diyorsun-ama Levent-baksana kuşun bile kalmamışHayretler içerisinde pipime baktım evet hiçbir kalkma durumu söz konusu değildi.-ama ben-sikildin mi lan daha önce haaa-hayır, baba gerçekten hiç-ulan bu pipi ile kızımı nasıl sikiyorsun-ama baba yani şimdi öyle oldu anlamadım-ulan kalkmayan pipi ile karı sikilir mi lan-ama gerçekten yani bilmiyorum neden kalkmadığını-ibnesin sen işte -ama Levent-sus bak şimdi öğreteceğim sana-neyi Levent?-nasıl karı sikilir onu öğreneceksin-anlamadımKülotumu yana doğru sıyırdı. -ama Levent yapma -ne oldu lan ibne -ama Levent lütfen -sus lan sus 18 yaşından beri ilk defa boşaldıktan sonra sikim inmedi zaten-ama baba… Ama yani…-Memduh öyle bir azdırdın ki lan beni-baba lütfen… Dur yapmaHomurdanıyordu gözleri dönmüş bacaklarımı okşuyor sikini popoma sürtmeye denk getirmeye çalışıyordu. Ama iki bacağımı birden yukarıda tutup yapması çok zor oluyordu. Uzandım ve kıllı göğsüne dokunup elimi yavaşça aşağıya doğru indirmeye başladım. Hırıltılı sesler çıkartarak bana baktı.-yoksa sikecek misin beni Levent?-sen kızımı sikemiyorsan ben seni sikeceğim tabii-ama böyle değilŞaşırmıştı. Durdu. Bacaklarımı bıraktı. Koltukta doğruldum-eğer beni istiyorsan daha nazik olmalısın. Ne de olsa sen benim ilkim olacaksın Levent.Pis pis sırıtmaya başladı.-gerçekten sikilmedin mi?-hayır, Levent ama şu anda seni çok istiyorumElim en sonunda hedefine ulaştı. Sikini avuçladım Levent’in. İrkildi ve doğruldu. Koltukta yayıldım iyice sol bacağımı koltuğun kenarına koydum sağ bacağımı Levent’in omzuna doğru kaldırdım. Kalçamı koltuktan dışarı doğru çıkarttım hafif. Levent dizlerinin üzerinde doğruldu. Sağ bacağımı diz altından tutup yukarı doğru kaldırdı. Kalçasını hafifçe ileri uzattı. Siki külotumun üzerinden popoma değiyordu. Kasıldım. -ooohh Memduh bu manzara çok güzelUzandım belinden tutup kendime doğru çektim Levent’i. Artık siki iyice bastırmaya başlamıştı popoma. Kalçamı oynatarak sikinin ucunu deliğime doğru hizalamaya çalıştım. Levent ne yapmak istediğimi anlamıştıKülotumu yana doğru sıyırdı. Kalçasını öne çıkardı. Sikinin ucunun sıcaklığı artık popo yanaklarımdaydı. Bir eliyle bacağımı tutuyordu diğer eliyle sikini eline aldı ve deliğime değdirmeye başladı.–ooohh Levent… Ooohh Levent baba lütfen yavaş ol-uuff Memduh götün harika görünüyorDeliğime sürtmeye başladı sikini yukarı aşağı doğru. Sonra tam deliğimde durdu. Sikini dibinden tutup yavaşça bastırmaya başladı. Kalbim deliler gibi çarpıyordu. Kayınpederim beni sikmek üzereydi. Kendimi gevşetmeye çalıştım ama heyecandan ne yapacağımı bile bilmiyordum. Sikinin sıcaklığını deliğimde hissetmeye başladım. Usulca yüklendi Levent. Sikini kafası deliğimi zorladı. Titredim. Yavaşça mantarı süzülerek deliğime girdi. Belimi tutan bileklerini sıkarak Levent’in yüzüne baktım. Sikini ayarlamaya çalışıyor bir sikine bir bana bakıyordu. İtekledi sikini. Gözlerim karardı. Alt dudağımın sol kısmını koparırcasına ısırmaya başladım. Canım yanmıştı. Bileklerini bırakıp koltuğun minderlerini sıkmaya başladım. Biraz daha yüklendi. Derin bir nefes aldım. -acıdı. Diyebildim kısık bir ses ile… durdu yüzünde pis bir sırıtma vardı. Çekildi sikinin bir kısmı çıkarttı sonra yavaşça tekrar soktu. İnledim. Yavaşça sokup çıkartmaya başladı sikini. Her seferinde biraz daha giriyordu siki içime.-ııımmggghhhh acıyor. Diyebildim. Ama sesim soluğum kesilmişti. Sesim titrek ve kısık çıkıyordu. Boğazım düğümlenmişti sanki konuşamıyordum. Yine hafifçe dışarı çıkarttı sikini. Mantarının bir kısmı içimdeydi. Bana baktı ve sırıtarak birden bire yüklendi. Siki kayarak dibine kadar içime girdi bir anda. Kasıldım ve titredim dayanamadım -AAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhh Leeevveeeennttt yavaaaaaaşşş. Diye çığlık attım. İçimde kaldı belimden kalçamı yukarı doğru kaldırdı. Gidip gelmeye başladı.-Levent yavaş lütfen aaaahh baba yavaş ol diyebiliyordum ama durmaya niyeti tabii ki yoktu.-sus kız sus götünü siktiğim sus. Dedi azarlar gibi. Götümü sikmeye devam etmeye başladı. Canım acıyor ama sesimi çıkaramıyordum. Hırlayarak sikiyordu. Sikerken götümü avuçluyordu. Herhalde 18-20 defa girip çıktıktan sonra deliğim alışmaya başladı. Artık hoşuma gidiyordu.-ooohhh baba yavaş sik.-sikiyorum orospu. Sikiyorum ibne. -ıııımmmhhh eveeett beni sikiyorsun Levent. Dedim inleyerek. Götüme girip çıkarken-oohh beee damadımı siktim dedi.-ııımmmhhh evet Levent damadını sikiyorsun dedim.Uzandı memelerimi okşamaya başladı. Yorulmuştum. Bacaklarım ağrımıştı. Aşağı indirdim bacaklarımı ve beline doladım Levent’in.-oha orospu gibi yapıştın sikime dedi.-durma Levent devam etGidip gelmeye devam ediyordu. Sonra çıkardı sikini ve beni koltuğun üzerinde ters çevirdi. Tam anlamıyla domalmıştım önünde. Hiç zorlanmadan sikini deliğime soktu.-ooohh nasılda girdiiii. Diye inledim.Belimden kavrayıp köküne kadar sikini sokup çıkartmaya başladı. Taşakları çarpıyordu siki dibine kadar girince. Hızlıca çıkartı sikini deliğimden.-dön dön çabuk dön diye bağırdı.Anlamamıştım. Döndüm oturdum yere ayağa kalkıp sikini yüzüme yaklaştırdı ve birden fışkırmaya başladı. Bir yandan sikini sıvalıyor bir yanda da müthiş bir şekilde fışkırıyordu. Yüzüm alnım gözüm ve dudaklarım menileri içince kaldı. Son damlaları süzülürken sikinin ucundan suratıma sürtmeye başladı.-ooohh Memduh acayip karı olurmuşsun sen.-ama sen tam bir erkeksin Leventciğim.-ulan Naciye’yi bile bu şekilde sikmedim hiç. Dedi. Menilerini temizlemeye çalışıyordum ama her yanıma bulaşmıştı. Gülümsedim. -gelme damat gülme. Bundan sonra benden kaçarın yok. Dedi-anlamadım diyerek şaşkın bir şekilde baktım-daha duuurr bundan sonra seni çok sikeceğim dedi. Gülerek.Anlaşılan kayınpederim Levent ile yaşayacaklarım daha yeni başlıyordu.Not : evli değilim ama gün gelirde birgün evlenirsem kayınpederim ile böyle Bir şey yaşamak isterim kesinlikle… sevgilerimle

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özgürlüğün şafağında 1İçimde hapsettiğim ve ne kadar hapsetmeye çabalasam da her geçen gün gün yüzüne çıkan dişiliğimle artık barışma zamanı gelmişti. Peki ne yapacaktım? Nasıl bir dişi olacaktım? Dahası bir dişi olmak değil bir hanımefendi olmak istiyordum. Artık öğrenciliğin nimetlerinden faydalanma zamanı gelmiş, ailesinden ayrı bir şehirde tek başına yaşayan ve kadınlık dürtüleri olan her crossdresser gibi ben de birbirinden cicili biçili kıyafetler, ayakkabılar, makyaj malzemeleri, peruklarla dolabımı donatmıştım… Artık sırada kendime uygun bir partner bulmak vardı… Daha öncesinde hiç kimseyle olmamıştım ve nasıl olacağımı dahası nasıl biriyle ilişki yaşayacağımı bile bilmiyordum. Son iki aydır o site senin bu forum benim insanlarla yazışıyor ancak bir sonuca varamıyordum… Derken bir gün tam sayfayı kapatıp artık yatayım derken bir mesaj geldi. Gelen mesaj son derece açıktı. ‘Abazanlarla muhabbet etmekten sıkıldıysan ve seni anlayıp seni tam bir kadın gibi görecek bir partnerle harika bir deneyim düşünüyorsan hemen beni ekle’ Ne yapmalıydım bilmiyordum ama verilen adresi skype ekledim ve direkt olarak bir cam daveti geldi karşıma… Aslında sanal zevklerle zerre kadar ilgili değildim ama adres bir bayan ismiydi muhtemelen bir cd idi ama yine de akşamın dar saati karşıma penisini gösterme meraklısı atlet giymiş bir amca çıksın istemiyordum… Ben bunları düşünürken çağrı düştü ve istersen cam açma ama beni gör diye bir yazı geldi ekrana… Daha sonrada davet… Daveti kabul ettim ve camı açtım… Karşımda daha sonradan 37 yaşında olduğunu öğrendiğim ve koyu kumral siyah düz saçlı koyu renk gözleri olan ve son derece derin bir göğüs dekoltesi ve iri göğüsleri olan bir bayan çıktı… Lara Travesti Açıkçası bunca abazan muhabbetinden sonra böyle biriyle karşılaşacağımı hiç tahmin etmemiştim… Daha sonrasında yaklaşık üç saat süren bir muhabbete başladık bu hanımla… Uzun uzun kendimi anlattım ona neler hissettiğimi cd olmamın içimde verdiği o duyguyu, hemcinslerimle neredeyse hiç anlaşamadığımı ancak karşı cinsle de kaliteli bir dostluktan arkadaşlıktan öteye duygusal bir şeyler hissetmeye korktuğuma ilişki yaşamaya korktuğuma vs. Kadın beni ilgiyle dinliyor kimi zaman beni yüreklendirici sorular soruyordu… Daha sonrasında neler deneyimlediğimden ve neler deneyimlemeyi istediğimden bahsettik ve bu şekilde yaklaşık bir hafta kadar konuştuk. Gün geçtikçe ona güvenim artıyor ve ilk defa kendimi bu kadar rahat hissediyordum… Hatta bir gün kararlaştırdık ve yüz yüze tanışmaya karar verdik. Ancak o ısrarla eve gelmek istedi ve bende kıramadım…Kapıyı tam bir cd olarak açtım ve sanki uzun süredir tanışıp görüşen iki bayan samimiyetinde birbirimizi karşıladık… Oturduğum ev 2+1 derli toplu kutu gibi bir daireydi. Bu arada ismi Suzandı. Suzan pür dikkat evi gezdi dolabıma makyaj malzemelerime ayakkabılarıma herşeyime titizlikle baktı ve düzenimden estetiğime tam manasıyla bir hanım olduğumu ve fıstık gibi olduğumu söyleyerek adeta onurumu okşadı. Bu arada bende ona güzel bir Türk kahvesi pişirdim.. Bu arada üzerimde krem renginde son derece şık bir bluz içimde belli belirsiz görünen ve o kıyafete uygun bir sütyen ve sütyen içinde de benzer oranlarda içi su ile doldurulmuş balon vardı ayrıca kızıl renkli uzun dalgalı bir peruk siyah kemik çerçeveli bir gözlük ve altımda da koyu renklerde diz altı bir etek ve sivri topuklu siyah desenli bir ayakkabı vardı.. Kahveleri Lara Travesti içtikten ve bir süre daha muhabbet ettikten sonra hadi dışarı çıkalım da bu güzelliği herkesle paylaşalım demesiyle benim içimi tatlı bir heyecan kaplamıştı… Ancak ben daha öncesinde hiç dışarı çıkmamıştım. Dört duvar arasında ve sadece kendi kendime giyindiğim halde bu durumumu ilk defa bir başkası görmüşken aynı gün nasıl dışarı çıkabilirdim ki? Tabi ki yaklaşık 10 15 dk kadar itiraz ve kabul etmeme süreci yaşadım ama Suzan bu konuda beni çok güzel yüreklendirmişti ve değme bir bayandan hiçbir farkımın olmadığını ve dışarı çıktığımda bunu benimde fark edeceğimi söyledi… Bende cesaretimi topladım ve dışarı çıktık. Suzanın bir sokak ötede arabası vardı ve arabasına bindik. Daha sonra araba ile bir süre dolaştık daha öncesinde erkek olarak gittiğim ama bayan olarak gitmek istediğim bir yer olup olmadığını sordu ve beni hemen her türden insanın ve benim gibi öğrencilerinde de olduğu bir cafeye soktu.. Oda ne cafede benim okul arkadaşlarımdan birkaç kişi vardı ve tanınıp tanınmama konusunda çok tedirgin oldum ve mümkün olduğunca Suzanı kendime kuytu yaparak oturmaya çalışırken birden cafede garsonluğa başladığını o gün öğrendiğim arkadaşım çıka gelipte hanımlar ne alırsınız demez mi! Ne diyeceğimi bilemiyordum ama Suzan hiç bozuntuya vermeden birer salep istedi ve beni işaret ederek arkadaşımın sesi biraz kısık onun yerine ben sipariş vereyim dedi.Suzan bana sakin olmam gerektiğini burada beni kimsenin tanımayacağını söyledi… Belli ki Suzan beni buraya bilinçli olarak getirmişti çünkü skype sohbetlerimiz sırasında arkadaşlarımla en çok takıldığım cafeyi ağzımdan kaçırmıştım. Kısa bir süre sonra saleplerımiz geldi ve getiren arkadaşım gülümseyerek Travesti Lara hanımefendi umarım bu salep sesinize iyi gelir geçmiş olsun tekrardan diyerek uzattı ben teşekkür eder gibi gülümseyerek başımı salladığımda arkadaşımın beni tanımadığına emin oldum ve içim son derece rahatladı… Daha sonra Suzanla bir saate yakın bu cafede oturduk ve sonrasında kalktık… Arabaya binmek yerine biraz yürümeyi tercih ettik ve çevremdeki herkes beni yadırgamadan bakıyor ve kimse cinsiyetimin farkına varmıyordu… Suzan haklıydı galiba çok dikkat edilmediği sürece benim bayan olmadığımı kimse anlamamıştı… Hatta bir ara arabaya binerken Suzan bir arkadaşıyla denk gelmişti ve arkadaşı Ozan bey beni bayan olduğumu düşünerek Suzana Suzancığım böylesine hoş bir hanımla beni tanıştırmayacakmısın dediğinde okadar çok mutlu olmuştum ki anlatamam… Suzanda beni Ozan beye takdim etti ve ekledi kendisi ile yaş farkımız olsa da benim en değerli arkadaşım olur Ozan o yüzden zevkle tanıtırım dedi… Bende biraz rahatsız olduğumu söyleyerek mümkün olduğunca kısık ve ince bir sesle memnun oldum demekle yetindim… Daha sonrasında da beni evime bıraktı… İçeri girmesini istediğimde Suzan haftasonu için yeniden gelebileceğini hatta isterse bir gece de kalabileceğini söyledi ve ben arabadan inerek eve doğru yürüdüm… Kapıya yöneldiğimde komşumuz Nazan hanım beni tanımadı ve iyi günler diyerek yanından geçip kapıyı açtım ve Kerem aşkım ben geldim diyerek kapıyı açtım…Aradan birkaç gün geçmişti okula gitmek için dışarı çıktığımda komşumuz Nazan Hanımla karşılaştım ve bana birkaç gün önce gördüğü kızı sordu… Bende kız arkadaşım olduğunu söyledim ve gerçekten çok güzel bir kızmış şanslı adamsın dedi ve gülümsedi bende gülümsedim ve evet Nazan hanım Deniz çok özel bir insandır benim için dedim… Okula gittiğimde durum çok farklı değildi o gün cafede oturan arkadaşlar Tarıkın yani cafede bize servis yapan arkadaşımın bizim gittiğimiz gün bir bayandan ne kadar etkilendiğini anlatıyorlardı ve kimse o bayanın ben olduğumdan zerrece şüphelenmemişti..

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Welcome to part two of this series. If you haven’t read part one, I highly encourage you to do that first.

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The Choctaw Witch, Part Two

My son, Tom, and I had certainly enjoyed a very interesting week together. A mother and son’s relationship changed dramatically from how it had been, when he had returned from his trip, and I was practically quoting scripture to him. To the start of the next week, on Sunday when I had him passionately fucking me on his bed, after we had returned from him coming with me where I regularly attended church services.

At first, when the change began, I couldn’t understand what was going on. But it didn’t take long until there were things happening that told me there was something, outside of myself, having a strong influence on everything.

These last few years, I tried the best I knew how not to let on to anyone, especially Tom, the battles that I had raging within myself. One part of me wanted to do what I could, to retain my good name in the community and at my church, where I had been a member in good standing for a long time.

The other part of me, desired that my fleshly wants and cravings be fulfilled. Sometimes, when I would be in the bath, I would retrieve a dildo that I had hidden away that no one, not even my husband or my son, knew about. On the days when I could have the privacy I needed, I would use it and imagine different men fucking me. Especially men who attended my church with me. My fantasies centered around me being at their house, going there to visit with their wife. But, of course, their wife wouldn’t be at home. But I’d go in anyway, so I wouldn’t appear to be unfriendly. Once inside with the husband, I’d imagine him telling me how attractive he found me to be, and then I’d tell them I couldn’t be there with them in that way.

Most of my fantasies about these men, also consisted of them raping me. Once I tried to leave their house, they’d force me back inside where I’d be forced to undress in front of them and then be dragged by them to their bedroom.

I think the main reason I fantasized about being raped was because then, I could imagine them forcing me to suck their cock, or of them eating my pussy. From an early age, I always loved masturbating, dwelling on some of the men I knew at church forcing me to have sex with them. I guess it was because of my fantasies that I thought it was a safe and noncommittal way of engaging in oral sex with someone. If only with it being in my mind.

Sometimes, I would even be thinking of my son when I did those things with the dildo. Even though I was his mother, I could see he had grown up to be a very handsome and desirable man, who, I was sure many women wanted—even me.

On the day when he and I finally crossed the line, after getting home from church, was when I told him some of my secrets. I finally confessed to him that even when his father still lived with us, I had wanted to have Tom’s cock in me, instead of my own husband’s, on those rare occasions when he and I would give in to our passions and fuck.

But one of the things I had refused to do for my husband was to go down on him and suck his cock. At that time, I had a strong aversion to engaging in any type of oral sex. But the deeper truth was, that I was afraid of performing fellatio because I was concerned that my husband’s ejaculate would be repulsive and gross, with a terrible taste to it. Once Eliza’s spell brought the change I needed, I was able to overcome my fears and aversions to giving, and receiving oral sex.

The truth was, many unexpected things were happening once I began partaking of my son’s seminal fluid. That was how her spell was supposed to work for Tom, and, of course, eventually for me, too.

After a few days of Tom and I beginning to cross the line in our mother/son relationship, I began to notice changes in myself. Not only on the outside, but internally as well. Even down to my very soul, were the changes noticeable. And I was very grateful that Tom had run across Eliza’s path. I think he was very thankful, too.

The woman that I was when Tom arrived back home from his Tennessee trip, was not who I had planned on becoming in my younger years. I was cynical, angry, contentious, and just a flat-out rude, hateful bitch. And sad to say, I was all of these to my son, who, I knew, didn’t deserve any of those things from his mother. But it was because I had put up a holier-than-thou, righteous facade, that I believed could keep Tom from knowing who, and what, his mother truly was.

Another benefit of Eliza’s spell was that it made me stop pretending anymore. And, of course, I was trying to pretend that I wasn’t attracted to him and being able to tell him how handsome I found him to be. And I knew if I’d confess that to him, then the possibility of the two of us having an incestuous affair could become even more of a possibility.

But another underlying obsession that I futilely tried to hide, even from myself, was my recurrent, lusty attraction to other women.

That was another kıbrıs escort fantasy that I would occasionally partake in when I would masturbate. There was this certain woman named, Olivia Pratt, at church, who I was drawn to and found to be very attractive. Sometimes, she and I would get into conversations after the service had let out, and we’d get to talking about things that we both found interesting. Olivia was a person, who when she’d talk to you, liked to put her hands on you. During one of our conversations, we were standing rather close to each other and Olivia placed her fingers directly on my breast. And when she didn’t take it off after having it there for about a minute, my pussy started to become very wet with her hand touching me there.

So, like what happened with some of the men when I jilled myself, I was fantasizing about Olivia and her wandering hands when I masturbated during one of my free afternoons. I thought about me being at her house, and then her starting to touch me in my private places. Olivia then asked me to come to her bedroom so she could show me something. Once we arrived there, she began unbuttoning my blouse, and I didn’t do anything to try to stop her. After she had removed my blouse, I took the next step of taking off my bra. We began kissing, and once I was nude from the waist up, I helped her in getting totally naked. That’s when I laid her down on her bed and started eating her pussy. Once again because I knew those to be only fantasies, I simply had no problem in engaging in oral sex. And the orgasm I had enjoying that particular fantasy was one of my favorites.

But now, because of Eliza, I knew things were much different. Now, many of my phobias and fears weren’t part of my life anymore. It was freeing when I knew that I was the only one holding me back from doing what my fleshly lusts called me to do. Once I had that realization, I decided that I would soon pay a call on Olivia Pratt. Just to see if she and I could get to know each other better.

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On Tuesday, following the Sunday when Tom and I first made love with each other, Vera Ellen Preston came to visit us. Or maybe it was just me, because Tom wasn’t a member of our church. She came knocking around midday, and at the time I wasn’t exactly sure why she had come to pay a call to the house. But, of course, the only way I was going to find out the reason, was by opening the door, and asking her to come in when she came calling.

“Hello Vera Ellen, I didn’t expect to see you here today.”

“Yes, I’ve been asked by our women’s committee to stop by and chat, and also, of course, to thank our visitor, your son, for being there as well, last Sunday.”

“Let me start by thanking you, Tom, for answering the call to come and visit with us two days ago. We were all glad to have you there with us.”

“Well, Vera Ellen I certainly do appreciate that. Mom is always inviting me to come with her, and I guess that was the day that I said yes. Ha-ha.”

“Margaret, I hope this doesn’t come across in the wrong way, but there were some of our fellow members who were a little put off with your…behavior, and with the way you were dressed, shall we say…provocatively, last Sunday. Were you possibly having a bad day and maybe you didn’t think it through, how you might look to others?”

“Vera Ellen, would you mind excusing my son and I for a minute? We’ll be right back.”

“Certainly, sister, that would be fine.”

I asked Tom to follow me as he and I walked into my bedroom so we could talk outside of Vera Ellen hearing our conversation.

“Well, son, what do you think?”

“About what mom?”

“Duh, about Vera Ellen. I could see how you were gawking at her just now, Tom. And even at church when you saw her, I could tell how attracted you were to her then. And I think as well now, too. Don’t you think a mother knows when her son is interested in a woman. So let me ask you, honey…do you want her?”

“Want her, am I guessing correctly to your meaning, as in wanting her for….what, mom?”

“Okay, this is fucking silly, son. I’m asking if you want her, like you’ve got me now. Would you like to show her what Cum Lust is all about?”

“Mother is asking a very good question, and she’s showing that she understands what powers Eliza placed into your hands to have and possess whoever you wanted.”

“Oh, so now you’re talking to me again, I guess that’s very nice of you. It’s too bad mom can’t hear you as well.”

“But, son, I can hear what it’s saying. I just heard every fucking word it…he just said.”

“Are you fucking kidding me mom, you’re hearing the voice now, too?”

“Evidently I am, honey. Unless I’m now going batshit crazy or something. But I don’t think I am, and I don’t think you believe I am, either.”

“No, mom, I don’t. And I’ll tell you this, I really am attracted to Vera Ellen, and would love to have her. But that doesn’t make you jealous or anything like that…does it?”

“Fuck no, Tom. If you do want her, I’ve got an idea kırıkkale escort for how we can make it happen. But this is just a risk on my part. With what she’s already told me, I think I know exactly why she’s here, and what she wants to do. So, would you be willing to just follow my lead on this. I need you to go along with whatever I come up with. Are you willing to do that, honey?”

“Oh, that would be a definite yes from me, mom. I just hope your plan’s a good one.”

“I think it will be, but I’ll need all of your help to make it happen. Just go along with what I tell you, and give me your whole self when we work my plan.”

“You’ll have it, mom.”

Giving each other a fervent kiss to seal the pact, we then headed back to the living room where Vera Ellen was still sitting on my La-Z-Boy chair rocker.

“So, Vera Ellen, please forgive us for stepping away for a minute, or two. But, what else did you want to talk with me about?”

“First off, Margaret, if you want, you can just call me Vera. If it makes it easier, I don’t have a problem with it. But, for the main reason why I’m here visiting you today…it’s about your behavior last Sunday.

“It seems as if we had some complaints among our members concerning how you were dressed, and even, according to others, some of the things they heard you say and do during the church service.”

“Okay Vera, I’m curious what those things were that people might be complaining about?”

“Well, there were some who heard you and your son use the F-word many times while you both were sitting in the church pew. Now, I want you to know that I am much more liberal-minded and fair, concerning things like that than many of the other women who’re on the committee…”

“Let me stop you right there, Vera. Let me ask how liberal-minded and fair you’d care to go today in our conversation? If I agree to listen to everything you’ve got to say to me, and not interrupt you, will you promise, and I mean really promise, to let me show you something, and not get up to leave from where you’re sitting until I’m done? Of course, all in the interest of liberality and fairness.”

“Well, I’m not sure how much time I’ve really got this afternoon, Margaret. I do have other places I need to be…”

“This’ll only take a few minutes, Vera. I guess it’s all about how long it’ll take you to tell me what you feel you need to.”

“Okay, I’ll do it. I want to have us be closer as I’m going to be the Reverend’s wife and one of the leaders of the church. And I’ll be willing to let you show me what it is you want to.”

“And you absolutely promise NOT to leave where you’re seated until I’ve told you I’m done showing you what I want to?”

“Yes, I promise, as God is my witness, Margaret. I will not leave my seat until you tell me you’re done showing me whatever it is.”

“Very good, Vera. And I promise I’ll listen to whatever you’ve come prepared to tell me. And I promise if both of us keep our word, that you and I will come away from this, understanding new perspectives that we didn’t before. Now please, go right ahead with what you want to tell me, my ears are all yours.”

“Well, thank you, Margaret. I know this may come across a little brash sounding, seeing that I am younger than you. But we, women of the church, have a responsibility to dress in a manner not to give our men unclean thoughts…..”

Vera went on and on in her preaching to me about the proper way to dress and behave at church for about twenty minutes, but it seemed more like it was about three hours. Frankly, if I could’ve, I would have gone to sleep right there in front of her. But I didn’t because I had to keep my end of the bargain with her, so she would be bound to keep her end of our promise to each other. All I knew was, once I had my opportunity to show her what it was I needed to, I was going to blow her mother-fucking mind.

“…So that is what I wanted to say to you here today, sister. We must learn to be careful how we present ourselves to our men in a church setting. Do you have any questions for me, Margaret, or any for the other women of our church committee?”

“No, I don’t think I do, Vera. But let me ask, do you have anything else you need to tell me, and have I fulfilled my promise to you by listening to all you have to say to me today?”

“Yes, you have, Margaret; there’s nothing else I feel that needs to be said.”

“Good, because this is what I really need to show you. Tom, come over here on the couch and sit next to mommy, honey. Vera, my son and I have a very close relationship. There isn’t anything that I wouldn’t do for him, or in the same way, him for me.

“But what it is, I need to show you now, is how I make my son happy. Tommy, honey, pull your shorts down. Your mother needs to hold your cock and show Ms. Vera something.”

That was when our guest rose up out of my chair and began raising her voice to me.

“OHHH this is SICK. You are an EVIL woman who has been overtaken by lust, and by the devil. I’m not going to stay kırklareli escort here and listen or watch ANYTHING you have to say or want to show me!!!”

“Oh YES you will, Vera. You made a promise before God that you would do exactly that!!! And if you’re unwilling, or unable, to keep that promise, I promise that I will have my son beat the living fuck out of you, and then you’ll leave this house only by ambulance, or by a hearse. You get to decide that, Vera. Now, you petulant wench, sit your ass, the fuck down and keep the fucking end of our bargain.

“And by the way, let me ask you, is that enough F-words for you, so far today? You fucking bitch!!!

“Now Tom, where were we? Oh yes, I wanted to show my sister, Vera, how I please you by sucking your cock.”

As Vera watched under threat of compulsion, I then took my son’s penis into my mouth. It was only a minute or so, until with my lips were running up and down his cock, with me bringing him to a full erection.

Vera now realized that she would keep her promise by sitting there and watching what it was I wanted to show her, as by her getting up to leave would have Tom do something to her that nobody really wanted to happen.

I did my best to keep my eyes on Vera, as I did all I could do to lustfully suck Tom’s cock. I was hoping to bring him to orgasm as soon as possible. Because the plan that I had, needed as good timing to bring effective results. But even though I wanted to finish this as quickly as possible, I also wanted to tease Vera as well during my…presentation.

“Ohh, let me ask you, Vera, does this look like fun? Because I can tell you, it’s very fun for me. I know my Tommy likes his mother sucking his cock, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, I really do mom. You’re a great cocksucker!!”

“Oh, thank you, honey. See that, Vera, men like oral sex. And I can tell you that my baby does an awesome job of eating his mother’s pussy, too. Don’t you, Tommy?”

“Oh I do, mom, your cunt tastes so fucking good to me. I love it, and I love you!!”

“Mommy loves you, too, baby.”

“Oh, the both of you are just so sick, and perverted, and just, just FUCKING evil!!!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Vera, I will not allow any of your fucking swearing in my home. Please watch your language while you’re here. And let me ask you, have you sucked Peter’s cock yet? I know he’s looking forward to your pleasuring him like that.”

“Margaret, you know full well that our church does not condone oral sex in any way, shape, or form—it’s of the devil.”

“Well, I’m going to bet that once Peter gets you alone as his wife, he’s going to want this very same thing for himself. No matter what he, or your fucking church, teaches about it. So you better learn all you can about how it’s done.”

As I bent back down over my son’s lap and continued sucking on Tom, I could tell Vera was gazing with an almost-transfixed look on her face. It was beginning to look as if she was enjoying what we were doing right before her very own eyes.

“Do you like watching me suck my Tommy’s cock? I’m thinking you do. Did you ever think for a second when you decided to come over here today, that you would see something like this going on?”

“No, no I didn’t, Margaret. I can tell that your son enjoys what he’s getting from his mother. Have the two of you been doing this very long with each other?”

“How long we’ve been doing this isn’t any of your concern at this time, Vera. But, I can tell you that very soon, if things go the way I’m hoping they do, and you cooperate, you’ll be learning much more about what’s happening here. I can promise you that.”

She continued gazing as I bobbed my head over Tommy’s lengthened erection. I could only imagine what was going through her head, as she was able to watch an incestuous act performed exclusively for her between a mother and her son right before her very eyes.

“Tell me, Vera, are you a virgin? Have you ever been fucked by a man, or even by another woman?”

“Of course, I shouldn’t even be answering your question, Margaret, but yes, I am proud to say I am a virgin, and I’ve been saving myself for the man of my dreams, my future husband, Peter Norton.”

“Are you sure he’s the man of your dreams, Vera. Y’know, sometimes we ladies can change our minds. We’ve been known to have done that…a couple of trillion times down through history, ha-ha.”

“Why would I change my mind, I’ve no reason to do that. Especially now that our wedding date has been planned.”

“Let me ask you, what do you think of my son, Tommy, here? Do you think he’s a handsome lad?”

“Because I’m trying to be a stand-up, moral person, I believe it’s a sin to lie. So I’ll answer your question about Tom. Yes, I think he’s actually a very-good-looking man. And I can see why women would be attracted to him.”

“Can you understand why I, his own mother, might be attracted to him?”

“That’s a little hard for me to understand right now, but I’m trying to get my head around it. What I can’t understand is why you’ve decided to put on this little show for me, in sucking your son’s penis in front of me. You do know that once I leave here, I am going to report the both of you to the authorities. What you’re doing to me right now, just about equates to kidnapping. Especially with you threatening me if I decided to leave.”

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Granny Moods Ch. 01: Granny In Heat

The signs were there, but I didn’t read them correctly at first, even though they were as outstanding as the cat-like hazel eyes on Margie’s dark-brown face. The first indication that granny was on a mission of some sort was in the way she had suddenly started coming over to our house far more frequently than usual, and that, I was the one most often sought out for conversation and her attention – sometimes even coming to my bedroom and sitting on my bed to engage me.

With each visit, the feeling that something imminent was in the making between me and my sixty-year-old grandmother, Margie, became progressively obvious. Almost every time she looked at me, her piercing cat eyes would probe mine searchingly, and with such intensity, that I felt like she was trying to will an idea into my head. Her hugs became tighter and lasted longer. Her soft fingers dug deep into my back.

At first, I had thought that there was something going on in her personal life or some family issue that she wanted to confide in me about but was hesitant because of the sensitive nature and was waiting for the right time or opening. But as physical contact grew increasingly more intimate, that thought gradually gave way to a nagging suspicion, one that I tried to suppress initially, but was soon exploring in my head. And the more I dug into it, the more I found my thoughts and feelings moving in a direction that was shocking, at first, but soon became enjoyable – just like that, I began seeing my grandmother as a sexually desirable woman.

For the first time ever, I began taking sensual delight in the flare of her hips, the big round mounds of backside, and how they rolled when she walked, her big boobs, her fleshy thighs and shapely legs. I had always been aware of all these, and admired their well sculped proportions, but now I was looking at them with an erotic interest that caused a titillating response in my young body.

Margie – since childhood, I interchanged between calling my grandmother, gran, Granny Margie, or just plain Margie – lived alone on the outskirts of town, just two miles from us, where she and my grandfather had resided up until two years ago when he left her for a much younger woman. for the first year after the split, she had been in visible emotional disarray, but, surprisingly, was now back to her usual jovial, candid, barefaced and sprightly self.

Granny Margie was a very sensual woman; one didn’t have to be in her presence for long to notice it; it hit you right away. She oozed sexuality – all the time – it showed in the way she dressed, spoke, moved, and most of all in her eyes. Her shiny cat eyes seemed to be always posing challenging questions to the other person. Yet, considering her obvious sex appeal, she was not what you would call a pretty woman. Eyes aside, her coarse featured face was, at best, ordinary – a broad nose with flaring nostrils, wide bottom-heavy lips, puffy cheekbones and a bit of nasal folds. She wasn’t a pretty face but was compellingly sexy.

Her body was the bomb – thick, round and coca cola shaped, weighing more than two hundred pounds at five feet four inches. She was built for hard fucking and could easily evoke naughty thoughts in the purest of minds. The idea of fucking her soon sprouted in my mind, which was already definitively naughty by nature; It grew stout roots that found welcome tenancy there. I felt it in my bones that fucking Margie was inevitable; it was just a matter of ‘the right time and place’ and one of us having the guts to make the bold move.

I’d been sitting before the TV, but thinking about granny Margie, when, surprisingly, as if conjured up by my own lascivious thoughts, I heard voices, and my mom, who had been in the garden, came into the house accompanied by gran. Margie was wearing a light, V-front, pale yellow, cotton sundress that stopped several inches above her knees and generously displayed a bulging cleavage; it was the El Nino season, so her outfit was understandable. My already puffy cock, started to stretch out the moment gran looked into my eyes. Mom scurried away to the kitchen with a bag of stuff gran had brought for her. Margie came over to where I was sitting.

“Just dropped in with some stuff for your mother. I’m on my way to school… yes, it is Saturday and we’re on summer break, but there is some lagging work to do in preparation for new entrants,” Margie said.

My grandmother was the headmistress of a junior secondary school.

She stood in front of me, smiling, hands akimbo, thick legs slightly spread, sunglasses on forehead, grey-streaked light-brown, Rasta-like locs, piled as usual, on top her head in a bun. Returning the smile, I held her stare for a few seconds then lowered my eyes to look her over, settling on the big boobs cupped nicely by the built-in, cleavage-displaying bra. Margie laughed and looked down at her outfit.

“Far from professional, eh?… but it’s only a few of us ladies will be there… its hot as ass… and karabük escort I’m the boss… they’ll talk behind my back, but as you can see, my back is broad; it can bear the weight of gossip and more,” she said, chuckling as she pivoted to show me her shapely, fleshy back, mostly bare because of the cut of the dress.

Holding out her arms, she added, “Do I have to beg for a hug?”

I got up, fully aware of the bulge in my shorts, but goaded on by a sudden daring. She wrapped her stout arms around me tightly, and I did not hesitate to fix a thigh between hers and press my hard cock against her stomach. I wanted her to know and feel my need. She returned the pressure, sending her own body forward to welcome mine. For a few blissful seconds we stood locked in the most intimate of embrace we had ever shared, to date.

“That’s more like it… you know I’m always happy to see you Damian; Now that I’m home on summer break you can drop by me any time, so we can have some alone time together, to chat without interference” she whispered, patting my back and then sinking her nails into it as if staking claim to that territory.

“I will granny, I like being with you too,” I told her.

Granny Margie let go of me suddenly and stepped back. I guessed that she had seen or heard mom approaching. I took the silent que and quickly sat down, with my hands on my crotch. With sprightly steps as if to prevent a confrontation, Gran hurried away towards my approaching mom. I heard them talking for a while. As they were leaving, she looked over her shoulder at me and spoke:

“Damian… Audrey will be getting some things for me when she goes into town today… can you bring them by tomorrow morning, please?”

“No problem gran,” I replied.

The next morning, I turned up at Margie’s house as promised. When she opened the door, I noticed immediately that she had spruced up a bit… shiny makeup, brown lipstick, a bit of eyeshadow, and she was wearing perfume.

“Good morning, Margie… wow, looks like somebody is preparing to go on a date. You look so beautiful granny,” I exclaimed.

She smiled. “Thanks… but no date, unless you are here to take me out… just wanted to look nice, and different, for my favourite grandson,” she exclaimed, chuckling.

She was wearing soft skims shorts that were a skin-like brown. Her top was a scoop front, beige T-shirt with a large, multi-colored pair of parted lips printed across the bosom. As she turned to lead me into the kitchen, big ass bouncing, I noticed that her skims were the low-back type, allowing a show of flesh and butt crack because of the short T shirt. It was obvious that gran was sending a message and was going all out to make sure it got delivered. I read it carefully and understood the clear meaning. I decided that I had to be just as flirty, and clear about my interest in my sexy grandmother. Although only twenty-two, I was already fairly gifted in piloting females into sexual waters.

I placed the bags of groceries on the kitchen table and gran stood close to me, our arms and bodies casually touching as we unpacked. And then again as we put them into cupboards. I would twist my elbows to nudge her breasts or drop my hands to bounce against her buttocks or inner thighs.

“Would you like something to drink, a cold beer or something?” she asked when we had finished packing away stuff in the cupboards.

Staring at her, I said, “Nah, I’d much rather drink in the sight of my beautiful grandmother… a show of appreciation for the effort she put in to look good for me.”

She smiled and looked away shyly. “Boy, yuh like tease this old lady, eh… but guess what… I love it. Let’s go sit down and yuh could drink in as much of me as yuh want.”

Although being a teacher, when she was in informal settings, Margie delighted in using Caribbean dialect. She took my hand and led me into the living room. She showed me to a chair and then sat on a low, leather ottoman directly in front of me, about four feet away. She did not sit square, rather, a triangled edge of the ottoman cut plumb between her spread legs. With her sitting like that my eyes were treated to a titillating and tempting view of plump vulva hugged vulgarly tight. The skims being so close to the actual colour of her skin, made it look like I was staring at a smooth-shaven vaginal mound. It was even clefted, camel toe style

We sat there, grandmother and grandson casually chatting in simmering sexual tension, she, regularly, staring into my eyes suggestively, me focusing regularly on the bump between her thick thighs. As we chatted, she raised both arms and began attending to the bun on top her head. The sight of her clean-shaven, smooth and meaty armpits aroused cannibalistic urges in me, and I felt a strong urge to simply rush over and start licking and biting into them. She eventually got the bun loose and her locs tumbled down past her shoulders. She shook her head and then fixed the locs neatly around her face.

“Whose karakoçan escort lips are those?” I asked, looking at the print on her bosom.

“They look like yours, ah think,” she said, giggling and lifting both breasts, then bending over to look at the painted lips.

“I wish they were,” I said, softly.

“Why?” she asked, sitting forward, and looking set to pounce on my answer.

“Who wouldn’t like to have their lips on big, beautiful bubbies like those,” I said.

“So, you is a bubby man, eh, yuh like big boobs,” she said, laughing and slapping her thighs.

Her body shook and I could see that despite the laughter, she was suddenly a bundle of nerves. She looked straight between my legs and bit her full lower lip, then looked away and made as if to get up. She sighed loudly.

“These damn knees, dey been killing me of late… there is a glass on the kitchen table, go get it fuh me, nuh, please. I was just about to tek a drink when ah hear you knocking at the door.”

I remembered seeing her pick up a glass and sip from it while we were unpacking. It had looked like rum with ice and ginger ale.

“No, problem, Margie,” I said, getting up, and taking my time to move off, allowing my grandmother to get a look at her grandson’s, big erect cock, which I now felt for sure, she was ready and willing to take into her fluffy, aged body. I clearly heard the deep intake of breath as she spotted my arousal.

When I returned with the drink, which had gone flat, she took it and remarked about the ice having melted. I offered to get more ice for her, or a fresh drink. but she said she was just going to drink it all off at once and have the fresh one in a while. She downed the drink then looked at me, and I saw it in her eyes; she was ready to fuck. She looked down at her knees and rubbed them both caressingly, clearly inviting some kind of attention or response.

“Yuh been applying any pain lotion, or massaging them?” I asked, concernedly.

“Nah… been thinking about it, but ah too lazy… old age, yuh know.”

“I can rub them for you… yuh got cream… I got hands.” I said, laughing.

In a quick, sprightly move, she sprung up, and realizing that she had betrayed her original remark about the knee, looked at me like the cat that ate the canary.

“Okay, thanks. I’ll get something from the cabinet in the bathroom,” she said.

I bit into my lip and grabbed my hard dick as I watched her bounce away, thinking, “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you, granny Margie.”

Granny Margie returned quickly with a bottle of vitamin E oil.

“This is all I could find. No medication… wouldn’t it be best if I lay on the bed?… you’d get to rub dem better,” she said, in a noticeably tentative manner

“Good Idea,” I replied.

We walked to the bedroom and gran quickly hopped onto the bed and lay on her back, her puffed crotch a taunting invitation. I sat next to her and lifted the leg nearest me onto my thighs, unconcernedly letting the sole of her foot, rest on my crotch, and the balls of my eyes on hers. I leaned over and began rubbing oil onto her knees. I quickly moved up her thighs, massaging and stroking, keeping mostly to the inner softness. I knew that the die was already cast and there was no need for beating around the bush. I let my hand slide all the way up along the material of the shorts, till my knuckles were nudging her pussy bump with each massage. I stopped, leaving my knuckles pressed against the throbbing flesh. I noticed her increased breathing and the prominent pips on her meaty bosom. Her hips made two quick, little jerks and she bit her lips.

“Gran, I want to ask you something and I want a truthful and straightforward answer.”

“Go right ahead, ask me; yuh know I am always honest and straightforward with questions and answers,” she said, throwing back her head and laughing.

It was true, granny was known in the family for not mincing words, and for using language that made decent folk cringe. She generally left her headmistress persona at the door.

“You bring me in here to rub yuh knees or to have sex with you?”

Feigning shock, she said, “Oh my god… what you just ask me?… your grandmother… your mother’s mother”

For a moment I panicked, thinking I had misread the situation; but I kept my cool and said:

“Yuh hear me loud an’ clear granny, now give me an answer.”

She chuckled, “Just kidding, I hear yuh my grandson… and I goin answer with a question of mih own… which of de two would you prefer to be doing right now, boy?”

“I’d rather be fucking you,” I said, softly, but with passion.

“Well, baby boy, if that’s what you want, let’s get it on… lord knows, your granny could do with a good dicking down… Yes, I lured you in here with sex on my mind, nothing’s wrong with these old knees. Shit, I couldn’t just come out and say ‘grandson, I want you to fuck me’,” She said, then burst out laughing.

I got karaköy escort up off the bed, keeping my eyes on gran who was by then wild eyed and breathing like she’d just run a mile. I began taking off my clothes. Gran got up too, holding my gaze with her cat eyes and began rolling down the skin-tight shorts she was wearing, but left on her black panty. For a sixty-year-old, her thick dark-brown figure was surprisingly tight. She was no spring chicken, of course, but nicely preserved. What she lacked in facial attractiveness, was generously made up for in body; the thick thighs and ass were nicely rounded and bore a youthful glow. The surprisingly few, age, and bulk defining cellulite bumps and dimples added to her overall sexiness.

She hauled the T shirt over her head and asked me to unhook her bra, reaching behind while I was doing it, to grab and squeeze my cock. The boobs spilled out and I moved to the side, lifted one and sucked the dark nipple into my mouth. She groaned and squeezed my head with strong fingers.

“Ah must warn yuh, though, there’s a foggy forest down dey, yuh might get lost, I haven’t shaved in ages… although I set this up, I wasn’t expecting it to happen just yet, or I woulda given you a smooth track to gallop on… I thought yuh might have needed some more warming to de idea, for a while, and ah didn’t want to spook yuh.”

“Gran, I always warmed up when around you, and no amount of fog can keep me from finding that hole of yours; I been wanting tuh get in dere fuh for so long, and been giving it shape and substance in my imaginings so often, I think I’ve developed a mental map of that area.”

“Really… oh my gawd, boy, yuh been wanting this old cat all this time while I been fingering it for months and calling out yuh name every time I cum,” she said, followed by a chuckle and shake of the head.

She stared at me with an amazed smile, looking like she regretted taking so long to start seducing me, then said:

“Well, de cat is now, literally and figuratively out of the bag, suh, leh we just make up for lost time, eh… yesterday when you poke dat big stick between mih legs, and it touch de cat, I nearly fainted.”

I dropped to my knees and began dragging the thin black panty with hair sticking out the sides, down her lush thighs and feet. Just as she stepped out of them, I planted my face in the grey bush causing her to squeal and jump away. She climbed onto the bed first and placed a hand over her bush.

“You don’t have to be shy granny… remove your hand, I like seeing grey on a pussy… it is my preference… It always turns me on.”

“What yuh really saying, yuh been giving dick to another old lady?”

“Old ladies… I like em old… always have… I think I might have been subconsciously attracted to you all this time, and have been looking for you in other women,”

She sighed and looked at me wide eyed and open mouthed.

“Well, yuh found me now… oh mih god, yuh got mih pussy dripping wet and jumping for cock, mih grandson.

“Gran, that is not teacher language,” I said, laughing.

‘Fuck that, proper language has a time and place… and it is not in de bedroom with a hard cock in yuh face,” she said, cracking up hilariously.

I saw her raise one hand to her forehead and place the other hand between her thighs, grabbing her own pussy, and sighing loudly.

“Damn, grandson, you are a godsend, yuh making me dizzy and have mih pussy jumping like crazy just from listening to you talk… just shut up and fuck me, yeah,” she said, chortling.

I got between her legs, and she immediately grabbed my hard cock, pulling it to her waiting cunt. I pushed her hand away.

“This is yours, gran; it’s not going anywhere, anytime soon, or in the near future. Relax and let me do my thing.”

She burst out laughing.

“Sorry, but ah so hungry for dick,” she lamented, just before I pressed my lips to hers and we began kissing.

After a couple of minutes of tongue wrestling and lip sucking, the horny old girl pushed my head downward anxiously, and I moved to her big sagging bags and pulled them together, nipple touching nipple. The nipples were long and black. She sensed my intention and took hold of her breasts, holding them together to allow me to suck both nipples at the same time. She groaned aloud and as I sucked, I felt her thrusting upward repeatedly, banging my body with her wet, fuzzy pussy.

Soon, she was again pushing my head downward and I slid all the way to her bush, parted it and began licking her with long strokes from lips to clit. She bucked wildly.

‘Oh shit, ah think I ready to cum; put that cock in me boy, dammit… fuuuuck meeeeee.”

She grabbed my cock and centered it and I slid into the tight hole. She screamed out my name, locked the back of my legs with hers, sunk her nails into my back and began rolling under my vigorous pounding. I was counting my thrusts, and by the time I reached a baker’s dozen her bun was well baked and risen to the point of cracking. She was crying out:

“aiiiiie, aiiiiie, aiiiiie, aiiiiie,” trembling under me.

She then began sputtering, spraying my face with saliva as the mighty O claimed her old, neglected body. I held her tight, restraining her bucking, so that my cock remained buried in her quivering flesh.

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At Night, In the Alley

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Brunette

At Night

The air in the city that summer night held just a hint of moisture; enough to cool the day’s heat but not so much that the warmth had disappeared. There was little traffic in the streets and the loudest sound was the clack of your heels on the sidewalk as we walked arm in arm.

The excitement of the day had kept us up well into the night. The hotel lobby had been deserted but for a sleepy night clerk and we wandered between dark and quiet buildings with no particular destination in mind.

We’d spent the hours of the day making love and getting to know each other, finally, finally in person. Dinner in the hotel restaurant had been followed by more talking, and more kissing, and more cuddling on the king size bed with its sheets tangled and pillows askew.

The wetness of our lovemaking had dried on those sheets by the time I became restless and asked if you’d like to go for a walk with me. Your answer was a smile as you pulled on a pair of tight jeans over the sexy lingerie that you knew I loved. You slipped on those fabulous, spiked heels that brought your head almost level with me, a very kissable height.

With your arm through mine we navigated the old part of the city, more often silent than not, just enjoying the closeness and the shared secret of our affair. We pointed out the beautiful architecture of this place and that to each other, and admired the old city trees and the flower boxes and small lawns here and there, so lovingly tendered by residents and owners.

On a whim, I pivoted and swung you around to investigate a narrow back street. We headed down a slope to walk between the fences and parking spaces and trash cans that nestled behind these old brick houses, the darkness pierced here and there by security lights and the occasional lamps inside the homes of some other sleepless citizen.

I loved the city; this one not so very different from the one I’d spent a happy childhood in. The fact that you could share that love with me made me feel even closer to you, and I couldn’t resist stopping and taking you in my arms.

As my lips fell on yours, your arms snaked around my back and held me close. Wanting my body to press even closer against you, I moved you a step or two until you were pressed with your back against a tall fence.

With one hand on the back of your neck and the other on your cheek I moved your head so that my tongue could find its way between your lips and dance with yours. I pressed harder against the warmth of your body and you began erzurum escort to moan into my mouth.

My hands trailed down your back and I cupped your cheeks, caressing and squeezing and pulling you even tighter against me so you could feel the hardness between my legs, the hardness you so easily caused; the hardness you so wanted to possess in every way.

In turn I could feel how aroused you were, the extra package you kept hidden in your so-sexy panties, the one I found so much more appealing than any beautiful cisgender woman I’d ever known. Your own hardness spoke to me in a way that no female ever could.

Your hand left my back and snaked between us, pushing us just far enough away so that it could find its target. As your moans increased and your chest heaved to find breath, your hand stroked up and down on me and cupped me. Your hunger for me was so arousing and I found myself growing even more erect.

Your other hand had left my back and moved up to the back of my head, pressing our lips together even harder, but now both hands had left off and moved to the top of my pants. The button there came undone as if by magic and in the quiet of the city night the sound of my zipper coming down seemed amplified.

Still holding your mouth against mine you shoved my pants down enough to gain access and I felt my manhood spring out into the air that suddenly seemed cool against the heat of our bodies.

Your left hand moved to the back of my head and you pulled my mouth hard against yours as your right hand wrapped around my hardness. I gasped as you began to stroke me. Your fingertips teased and circled the crown and then caressed the hot spot you already knew was so very sensitive.

Your moans stopped and were replaced by mine as you bent towards your purpose. Your hands alternately teased me and stroked up and down the length of my shaft. The intensity of your kisses and of the movements of your hand mingled with the night air and the darkness and the smells of the city.

The eroticism of being so exposed in public, of your hunger for me, of being on display should anyone happen to wander by, made me even harder and I knew you could feel it as your passion fed mine and my pleasure inflamed you.

You reached up and with a firm grip you reversed us, shoving my back against the wall, the certainty of what you wanted giving you the strength to move me any way you wanted. You stood back for just a moment and I felt your eyes descend to focus on my esat escort hardness as if it was the prey you hunted and had finally cornered.

You fell to your knees between my legs and there you were, tight jeans, spiked heels, a look of lust in your eyes as you looked up at me and smiled, with your target now about to become yours to own; my manhood and my masculinity now helpless to deny you your desires.

More than helpless, I’d have to say, because now my arousal had become a need only you could satisfy. There was heat between my legs. There was a conqueror about to become conquered. There was steel about to melt in the cauldron of your desire. There was seed that demanded to be let loose in a final convulsion of release.

You grasped me around the base of my shaft with one hand and cupped what hung below with the other. Your mouth descended on me. My breath escaped me as I felt the wetness, and the warmth, and somehow the coolness as well. You embraced me with your mouth and your lips slid down my length while your tongue explored, seemingly eager to trace every contour of my hardness.

The exquisite pleasure I felt as you fired every nerve ending over and over again caused my eyes to close and my hands found your head; not so much to guide it, because you already knew exactly how to pleasure me, but just to hold the only part of your body I could reach.

There, in the darkness, in an alley, on your knees, your head moved up and down as you sucked my masculinity into yourself, and moved back to lick and kiss it, and moved again to take me deeply inside, only to move back and tease me with your lips and tongue again.

My hardness and my strength seemed to complete your femininity and your softness as you took me inside you, over and over again, and it was, to me, not so much an act of love or an act of sexual desire, but of worship. I would be glad to be your god and your humble servant if only you would offer me this gift again and again.

The susurrus of tires on asphalt gradually pierced my awareness and I opened my eyes to see a car slowly approaching down the alley street. I’m sure you must have heard it as well but you didn’t stop. You didn’t hesitate for the slightest moment as the noise grew louder and then stopped as the car pulled even with our position.

I certainly did not want you to stop as you drew me closer and closer to the edge, and I thought I could make out the driver’s face in the darkness as he comprehended what he was seeing. esenler escort A moment passed as he lingered with his motor running and then I thought I saw a smile on his face. He turned away and pushed the car to keep moving.

The only reason I thought you might have even been aware of this interruption was that as the sound of the car died away you seemed to redouble your efforts to bring me to completion.

Now your mouth moved up and down on me rhythmically, your tongue lashing from side to side as you sensed that I was getting close. The heat and the molten liquid of pleasure started to rise even higher inside my sex. You worked me like a sculptor intent on bringing shape and meaning out of mute rock.

As the intensity of timeless pleasure rose even higher my hands tightened on your head and held you still. My need overtook me and I began pistoning in and out of your mouth, moving faster or slower as my body demanded. I pushed deep against your throat or pulled out just enough so that your tongue could wash over my most sensitive parts.

I felt myself approaching the edge. Oh, I wanted it to last even longer but I needed to release. I felt the primal urge to shoot, to spurt, to erupt and pump my seed out into the world, and I knew you could feel me grow even harder between your lips.

You knew how close I was and you reached out to hold my hips still. Then you then grasped my sex and danced your tongue on my hot spot with your mouth open, waiting for the reward you deserved and needed.

My moans and gasps filled the air as I felt myself simultaneously rising and falling; felt myself about to explode, felt my seed boiling deep within me, felt the fuse igniting and burning towards the gunpowder in the cannon.

My sex started to pulse between your lips and I erupted. I fired. I shot myself into you and gave you the taste of my seed. I heard you moan as my teeth clenched and my fists closed. I pulsed again and again between your lips.

You held me there as the after-quakes subsided and you licked me clean. I softened inside you as kept me in your mouth until I could stand it no longer and tugged on you to stand up.

In one smooth motion you pulled my pants back up as you rose from the sidewalk. You smiled at me as I closed them. There was such a light in your eyes as your smile broadened. You knew you had conquered me. You had given me the gift you loved to give because I had conquered you.

You had submitted to my masculinity as you gave me all your softness and heat. You completed me with your curves and your desires and your needs. You had pleasured me as you were driven to, by my love and my attention, and I knew you basked in the glow I still felt coursing through me.

You took my arm and without a word we continued on our way.

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Pushing the Limits Ch. 02 – Mariaxx

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Big Tits

Author’s note: This is the second instalment of this cross-category series and a follow up to ‘Pushing the Limits’. While part of a series it is intended to also work as a standalone story.

Whereas the first story dealt with incest/taboo this is a crossdressing/transgender story. There are references to an incestuous encounter, but no incest sex is described here. There are also elements of non-consensual/reluctant sex in this story.

The next story after this will explore Jean’s trip to Bangor and what happened when she met her friend.

Enjoy

* * * * *

Just 4 people remained in the factory building as the machines fell silent. Richard was now isolated in the security room. Nothing to do but monitor screens and perform hourly checks, inevitably he was bored.

Already Richard had his feet up on the desk and was scrolling on his phone. Having blown the balance on his online betting account and vented his anger at the world on Twitter, he decided to turn his attention to porn.

Richard had a broad palette when it came to porn, you name it he’s jacked off to it. He had been through his lesbian porn phase, his bdsm phase and he had recently developed an interest in watersport porn. But without doubt his favourite category at this time was transgender or ‘shemale’ porn (the term he used).

Richard gave little thought to why he found trans porn so enticing, but he was blown away by these smoking hot women with an insatiable appetite for sex and a surprise between their legs. Flicking through videos on a free porn website, Richard stopped on bid of his favourite pornstar Dina Splendina. This video showed the buxom blonde Dina 69ing with a similar looking blonde female while a guy fucked her in the ass. He opened the belt of his trousers and opened his fly to give a bit of space to his already hardening cock.

Richard moved to another video, this showing Dina with three guys. She was getting fucked by one, giving a blowjob to another, and herself fucking the third guy, all at the same time. Richard couldn’t resist anymore and slipped his thick 8-inch cock out through fly.

Richard kept skipping through videos and pulled away at his cock throughout. Each time he felt ready to cum he pulled back, edging along, sweating, drops of precum seeping onto his hand. He managed to keep this up for an hour. The skin on his cock was now getting red and sore, his balls were starting to ache. Richard needed to fuck someone, anyone, as soon as possible.

Richard did briefly think of his wife Elaine. By far the hottest woman he’d ever fucked, and he was married to her. But that cold bitch didn’t interest him anymore. It had been months since they had sex and Richard was in no doubt that it was her fault. She thought she was so much better than him, better educated, healthier, smarter. All of her family were the same. He knew they looked down on him. He knew they never wanted him to marry Elaine. But they were teenage sweethearts.

Richard was quite a catch in his youth, tall, dark, handsome. Star of the football team, he had his pick of the girls. After getting married he gave up the sport, and while still physically imposing he let himself go a little bit. Things were good for quite a while; they inherited a fine house from Elaine’s Dad and the kids arrived. But looking back he now felt he had walked into a trap. He was now stuck living in the same locality as Elaine’s family, living under their scrutiny. His job options were limited, he had no real friends.

Richard logged into his account on funsexmeets.com, a hookup website. He’s had some meetups with women on the site, but it wasn’t just any woman he was looking for tonight, he wanted a transgirl.

Unfortunately for Richard full time transsexual girls were few and far between, in his area at least. The transsexual section of the site included Crossdressers, and in truth, nearly everybody there could be described as such. He scrolled through profile pics without paying much heed of the bio. One by one he ruled them out, ‘too hairy’, ‘too old’, ‘too fat’, he thought to himself. Every now and then he would come across a hot looking girl but inevitably they were far away. He considered leaving the site to check for escort listings when he spotted her.

‘Maria xx’, ‘how on earth could that be a guy?’ Richard wondered. Long slender but shapely smooth legs under black stockings. Black lace panties with suspenders which contrasted beautifully with pale skin. A flat toned midriff beneath a black lace bra. Actual real looking cleavage. Straight black hair draped over narrow feminine shoulders. And best of all, the app said she was less than 10 miles away.

Richard had one hand stroking his cock as he flicked through Maria’s images. Such tempting poses. On the floor, on the bed, stood in a doorway, each time pushing out her assets for full view while deliberately covering her face. ‘Interested in women and Crossdressers only’ her profile read. ‘Fuck that’ erzurum escort thought Richard, ‘wait till she sees my cock that will turn her’. He snapped a picture of his rigid, precum leaking cock and sent it to Maria with just two words ‘hey baby’.

* * * * *

It was Monday night and Mark was relieved to have had work to distract him from what had happened the previous Friday night with his sister. He was experiencing a cocktail of emotions, confusion, shame, guilt, pride. Yes, pride. In reaction to his initial shame, he filled with pride for acting on his instincts. Why should he and Elaine be ashamed? What business was it if anybody else? They had been close since the day he was born, they knew each other better than anyone else knew either of them, why couldn’t they have this secret to themselves? He knew he could keep it buried; he was good at that.

This was of course just a coping mechanism, an attempt to justify his actions to himself. Guilt was the overriding emotion, guilt for cheating on his wife Jean. He felt some guilt for involving Elaine, but not for causing her to cheat on her husband – if you were to ask Mark, Richard was an obnoxious, selfish dickhead with whom he maintained the facade of a friendship for the sake of the family.

Some further mental gymnastics helped Mark shift some of the blame. As much as he loved Jean, this really was a reaction to their own frustrating bedroom situation. Their sex life was never hectic, but in the last few months things had really dried up. He always suspected that there was something Jean wasn’t telling him, something that was holding her back.

Of course, Jean could simply blame Mark, ever since she found out about his interests. About two years ago Jean had walked in to find a bra, panties, stockings, and suspenders lying on the bed – she had no underwear like that. She confronted Mark and he had to admit he had a fetish for wearing women’s clothes.

Initially Mark naively thought this was an opportunity to spice up things in the bedroom, he pleaded with Jean to let him dress with her. But she never agreed, indeed she was disgusted. She asked Mark to stop altogether but he knew that he couldn’t give that commitment. Instead, he kept it hidden. Jean knew he still dressed but he kept it to himself. They got on with their lives and Mark detached his Crossdressing life completely from the rest of his life.

Mark could easily go weeks, months even, without thinking about dressing. But once it came into his mind, it became an obsession. Sometimes all it took was to see a woman in a dress that he like or a pair of shoes, or tights, and his mind would switch over to thinking what it would be like to wear it. This would evolve to needing to wear it and would grow and grow until he got the opportunity to dress. When in that mind frame Crossdressing could dominate his every thought. It was for all intents and purposes an addiction, and now the feeling was coming back to him again.

This time Mark was in no doubt as to what started his mind racing – it was his encounter with Elaine and her silken underwear. She had looked so sexy in that bra and panties, Mark needed to feel that for himself.

The call came at 7.30 that night. Jean sounded quite relaxed, but the story she was telling sounded quite distressing. Rebecca was really struggling. She had been physically abused and was in fear for her safety. Jean said that Rebecca had been much better since she arrived, but she still wanted to wait for another week to make sure she was okay. Mark offered to drive to Bangor at the weekend and stay with them, but Jean refused the idea. Rebecca, she said, did not want to see any man at the moment.

That night Mark was alone again in his bed. Crossdressing was taking over his thoughts. But with the guilt of what happened with Elaine already hanging over him, he resolved not to anything else that might upset his wife, Jean.

* * * * *

Thursday night and Richard was back on night shift. After going through his usual gambling and porn routines Richard was back on funsexmeets.com. He checked his messages. Still nothing back from Maria xx. ‘Another stuck up bitch’ he thought to himself.

* * * * *

It was Thursday night and Mark could not sleep. He was now in full Crossdressing obsession mode. It haunted every thought. Coupled with the fact that with Jean being away for so long he may never get such a great chance to dress again, the urge to dress was stronger than ever.

He needed to scratch the itch, so he allowed himself a little indulgence. Last year he had created an account in funsexmeets.com with the hope that he might get to share his Crossdressing with someone there. Mark knew he was good at Crossdressing. He found his own photographs sexy and used them as porn material. But he had a desire to be seen by others. Mark wasn’t necessarily looking for sex. His main interest was having someone to show his cute outfits. If something resulted, esat escort well he was open minded.

Up to now, it had been a futile exercise. Women who liked Crossdressers appeared to be non-existent while the only other Crossdressers in his area were just hairy men in their wives’ panties. As far as he was concerned Mark had no attraction to guys, however when he was in female mode, as Maria, he had fantasies of being submissive, of a guy worshiping his girly body. Having watched porn over the years he had even come around to the idea of sucking a guy off. Cocks look nice he thought. And in his horniest moments he fantasised about the ultimate act of submission, being assfucked like a cheap whore.

These really were just fantasies, because looking at images of guys generally did nothing for him. Mark liked women, he liked femininity. The idea of hairy sweaty rough guys did absolutely nothing for him, but still sometimes he played along. And anyway, despite having chatted with several people at length, Mark had never actually met anybody from this site.

Having checked to see what Crossdressers were online, there were none worth talking about, Mark checked the message log. It had been a while since he checked in but still, he was surprised to see 23 unread new messages. He went through them one by one. 6 were from other Crossdressers, of which only 2 were passable and they both lived in a different country. The other 17 were from guys despite the fact that his profile specifically stated that he didn’t want messages from guys.

Of the 17 messages, 12 included unsolicited dick pics. ‘What the fuck?’ He thought. ‘Does this ever work?’

Ashamed for half the human race having gained an insight to the absolute bullshit that women have to face every day, Mark nonetheless kept checking of the messages.

The second last message, from thundercock85, caught his eye. It was from a guy in the same area as him, and yes there was yet another dick pic. The message was not quite prize-winning poetry ‘hey babe’, without capitalisation or punctuation, was all that it said. The profile pic, in case you are wondering, was also a dick pic.

Mark then noticed that the last message was also from thundercock85 and was sent just hours ago: ‘fuck you snooty bitch where are you why wont u answer me??!!?’

Mark recognising a Grade A bollocks when he saw one, decided to play along. ‘Are you okay big guy?’ was the response to draw him out. Mark noticed that thundercock85 was still logged on. The response was almost immediate.

‘Hi sexy send me ur WhatsApp’

‘Mmm how about we just chat?’

‘Sure, you wanna meet?’

‘Maybe sometime, do you want to exchange pics?’

***dick pic sent***

… and so on. Mark kept it up for a while. He had no interest in thundercock85, but he loved the attention all the same. It did get him thinking even more about dressing though. The urge was stronger.

* * * * *

Friday night. The one-week anniversary of the night with Elaine and Mark had now gone from being riddled with guilt to being ready to explore a completely different sexual experience.

Funsexmeets.com got plenty of attention again from Mark, and Maria xx was getting plenty too. Again, there were plenty of unread messages, five from thundercock alone, but it was the messages from other crossdressers that interested him. Two in particular; a classy older blonde lady called Talita, and a cute young brunette named Belinda.

Mark struck up dialogues with both girls; they shared crossdressing experiences, swapped pics, talked about turn-ons, and then, discussed meeting up.

The thoughts were now all consuming, Mark had to scratch the itch. And so, he decided on a plan. Saturday would be a fund day for Maria xx.

* * * * *

‘She’s gone silent again’ Richard thought to himself as he stared at his phone within minutes of taking up his overnight workstation. “Bitch”, he mumbled to himself.

* * * * *

Saturday morning and Mark was busy getting the clothes, the makeup and the wigs back out of the attic. he then spent over an hour sorting through each of the items and remembering how each of them made him feel when he wore them.

it was still early, but Mark was going to have a bath. it was very rare that Mark would have a bath but this evening he was going to shave, and the bath always made it easier.

Jean had a big selection of bath products, mostly presents received over the years. Mark took a couple of bath bombs and plopped them in. Jean wouldn’t miss them. Mark stripped down, stepped into the bath and let his body disappear under the bubbles. After a few minutes relaxing he got to work with the razor and shaving foam. And it wasn’t hard work. Mark’s body hair was light, fair and sparse. Lifting one long feminine leg above the foam, he started shaving just above his narrow feet. Line by line the razor glided over his body, revealing the smooth skin below. He worked esenler escort his way up to his thighs, then switched to the other leg. Mark rubbed his hands over his legs to inspect for missed hairs, a feeling that started to get him a little excited.

Mark removed what few hairs there were on his upper body, his underarms and finally he moved to his pubic area. Carefully Mark shaved down to the base of his cock, removed the hair on his scrotum, then delicately removed any hair between his ass cheeks. Now, fully smooth, Mark relaxed again for a little while before stepping out and drying off again. Finally, Mark rubbed lotion over his shaven body, and he was ready, now time to for his plan.

Mark got dressed, in his normal male clothes. He picked up the suitcase he had packed, left the house, get into his car and started to drive. Late on Friday night Mark had booked a room in a hotel about halfway between his house and Bangor. Not too far to travel, but far enough that he would not be meeting people he knew. He was determined to have a meet, hopefully with Talita, or Belinda, or perhaps both, and he was not going to take the risk of bringing them to his home. He was going to stay anonymous.

The Park Manor Hotel was busy 4 star just off the motorway. It was mainly known for hosting business conferences, and the professional but impersonal service made it ideal for anonymous hook-ups.

Mark had little fuss checking in and made his way to room 216. The first thing Mark did was check his funsexmeets account. No message from Talita or Belinda. He sent them each another message. Recognising that they might not come through for him Mark took the initiative and changed his status message to ‘In hotel room, looking to meet’.

Now it was time to dress. Mark stripped fully naked and brought his clothes into the bathroom. He started with makeup. Mark didn’t know much about makeup but knew enough to keep it simple. First, he applied a liquid foundation a little darker than his pale skin tone. Then he applied a lighter powder foundation. Already his face looked smoother with softer lines.

Next it was eye makeup. He applied a little dark eyeshadow – he was unsure how to use it properly – some eyeliner and thick dark mascara. Finally, Mark applied scarlet red lipstick, pursed together his lips and smiled at the results in the mirror.

Mark opened the bag in which he kept his lingerie. What to wear? Why not the black lace set? He loved the feeling of the lace panties as he pulled them up his long smooth legs. Next, he took out the silicone strapless ‘NuBra’, a device designed for women with strapless dresses but loved by crossdressers creating cleavage.

Mark had a slim fit figure but was far from perfect. Throughout his life he was embarrassed by one problem – moobs. perhaps it was a hormonal issue, but he couldn’t shake the admittedly small fatty deposits on his chest. ever since he started dressing though he grew to love this feature of his body.

Mark placed the two adhesive silicone pads on the sides of his chest, just covering his nipples. Then he leant forward and pulled the two clasps together until they met and linked. Next, he pulled on the black lace underwire push up bra and stuffed in a couple of foam pads to round off the look.

Mark loved the classic sexy look, and suspenders were part of that. He fixed them on then took out the light black stockings. One at a time he slipped the stockings up his graceful long legs. As he stared down at the smooth sexy legs beneath him, he could not help but get aroused. If these were the legs of a girl, he met he would be turned on, how fortunate that they were his own. Fixing the stockings to the suspenders he could feel his bum cheeks push up. He loved how suspenders made his bum stick out.

Time to complete the look. The shoulder length black wig with the slight wave, yes that will do. After some combing and brushing, moving and fixing, it was on.

Turning to the full length mirror the transformation was complete. Hair resting on her shoulder, sexy dark eyelashes, full red lips, round ‘natural’ breasts, flat smooth stomach, pert juicy bum and long graceful sexy legs – this was Maria xx.

Time to check back into funsexmeets. The status change had garnered attention, 15 new messages. Maria looked longingly through the messages. She needed go share this sexy body with somebody. But there were no girls and nobody nearby.

Then another message appeared, surprise, surprise it was thundercock. ‘Please baby Im ready, where are you?’

Maria looked back in the mirror. Yes, she was turned on by her appearance. Her cock was hardening inside her panties. She needed to be made feel like a real woman. Could she do it with a guy?

Maria looked back at thundercock’s pictures. What would she even do with that thing? It did look quite nice. She thought what it might be like to suck it. But this guy was clearly a bit of a douche. What if he wants to fuck you? What if he tries to rape you?

Maria was ashamed of herself as the thought of being overpowered and penetrated gave her a flush of excitement. She took a deep breath, picked up the phone and sent a message; “Park Manor Hotel, Bangor Road, Room 216. Go straight to the room, door will be ajar”.

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The Last Brunch

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Author’s note: Something quick, something nice, something we would all love. A little contest between a CD and ‘her’ wife. I hope YOU like it.

***

“Fruit, Omelets, bacon, ham, champagne. Wait, where’re the good glasses?”

Lilly was a little excited, rushing around, checking and making sure everything was perfect.

“I have them.” I put the three new etched champagne glasses on the table, around the place settings, next to the ketchup and hot sauce.

“How do I look?” I looked at her, she looked incredible, she always did.

“You look Absolutely Fabulous.” I smiled at her, my hands on my hips. Not only was that her favorite complement it was also her favorite TV show. She thought the two of us were like the women in that long-ago British show, she couldn’t find something newer to compare us to.

“God, I can’t believe we are finally doing this again, it’s so exciting.” She made a face at me and then went to the mirror checked her lipstick, and fluffed up her hair. She was way more into brunch than I was. I didn’t mind, I did it for her, I even cooked, made the coffee, bought the champagne, and tucked myself tight into my panties.

***

NOW

Lilly and I have been married for three years, it was so much fun, she was a regular whirlwind of a person. She always was. She was twice as friendly as me, she was three times more expressive, and she was four times more approachable.

“You know,” She was looking at my legs, she was holding a box of Special K. “We are way too hot for this supermarket. I don’t think the ‘produce guys’ have seen such hot legs before, they keep following us.”

“Mmm.” I looked over my shoulder, three men were watching, they were young, one was holding a skateboard, they were definitely not our type.

“If we don’t find a man here we can always go to the park or the Ford showroom, good looking men are always looking for a new ride.” She waved to the three boys and we moved on to the register. I was clicking in my heels, I was making too much noise, I was causing people to look my way. I wasn’t as comfortable or as good at showing off, not like Lilly, she was a professional.

***

THEN

Lilly knows I liked to crossdress. She discovered my secret life about three months before we got married, she was pretty excited about it. I was completely surprised. I had moved from New York to LA a year before and I was going to change my life, my outlook. I was going to cut down on my crossdressing, find a woman, get married, and have kids. I couldn’t do it anymore, I was too nervous. Even though I loved it more than anything in this world, my dressing was causing me all types of stress. The stress was overwhelming that day we went shopping and Lilly found my secret suitcase in the trunk of my car.

“Going somewhere?” She tapped the case. I pressed that spot on my stomach that would tend to hurt.

“Um, no.”

“Then why is this in your trunk, do you have a special getaway planned for us?”

“Um, no.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s inside?”

“Um, definitely not.”

She made me give her the combination, she opened it. She made me put on my sparkly gold six-inch heels right in the middle of the parking lot. She made me promise to try everything on for her, everything, even my brown pantsuit. She wanted a full explanation, it was the first time I had ever driven in heels. It was the first time anyone ever called me by my femme name.

***

NOW

“Gentlemen you don’t mind if Sabrina and I take some pictures?”

We were standing in the showroom, we have been here so many times, but we took a little break. It was always full of men, especially early afternoon. I saw my reflection in the huge wall of mirrors. I smiled, I checked out my ass, my breasts. Lilly grabbed my hand, she knew what I was doing, she wanted me to pose, she wanted some pictures for her ‘husband’s’ collection.

“Come on you, I know what you like.” She took out her phone, I leaned against a wall, put my foot against it bending my knee. I had on six-inch clear heels with a two-inch platform. They had three pink straps, they were one of my favorites.

Some of the salesmen were watching us. It was over a year ago when we first came in and Lilly asked if we could take some pictures. With all the mirrors and all the cars, it was a perfect place to pose and feel like a glamourous model. They said sure, they gave us coffee, they gave us donuts, they gave us so many compliments, they made me feel great. The hangover from their comments lasted months. They loved having two women in short dresses and heels prancing amongst the new cars.

Now I was posing again, this time I smiled at the men watching us, I used to look down, no eye contact, didn’t even talk. I was always pressing my spot on my stomach, just below my breasts. Now, things were very different.

“Hi, Manny.” I would wave, “Hi Mark,” I would give him a big smile, “Thanks Tom, you look great too. Love the tie.” I posed against the mirrors, my one hand against the wall helping me balance

Lilly took tons of pictures, she gerze escort made me move, she made me walk, she made me play with my hair, she made me enjoy myself. I was wearing a new light pink mini dress. I was showing off my dangling earrings, my perfect cleavage, the dress had spaghetti straps, I had on a thin little pink bra. I put a little silver chain around me, it was sexy around my thin waist, it made a tickling noise, it gave the men a little warning that I was approaching from behind.

I had on shiny, beige, Wolford pantyhose. They were expensive, I had so many pairs in different colors different denier. No more dollar store pantyhose for this girl, no more stockings that would run and split, ripped at the seams. No more. I only wore expensive nylons, we had so many wonderful visits to lingerie shops to buy them, to ask questions. And now my drawer at home was full of them. Lilly was always amazed at how much something as simple as pantyhose and stockings turned me on, she couldn’t believe how feminine I would become, how excitable I was. How easy it was for me to hide my little ‘clit.’

One of the salesmen, Mark, moved closer he liked to watch as I posed, he was one of the few that weren’t married, he was tall, handsome, and one of my favorites. I played with my hair, it was long, down past my boobs, it was strawberry blonde. Lilly and I had our hair and makeup done this morning, we went every Tuesday to our favorite salon, we had our very long nails painted.

I was perfect, I felt amazing. I always moved more naturally with an audience watching. I was focused, looking toward my favorite audience of one.

***

THEN

After we got married, we bought a small house, we bought a car, we made a lot of money. We both had three jobs. We were both twenty-six.

“A year and a half we work like crazy,” She said, “We invest, we network, we will never be home.”

That was her plan. her parents gave her money to invest. I had a great salary, I had stocks, stock options, we would be fine. Eighteen months later, we quit two of our jobs each, we bought a bigger house, we bought two cars, we relaxed.

“Now it’s time to show the world, Sabrina.” She took my hand she brought me into the new spare room. “This will be hers, call her up and tell her she can move in tonight.” She laughed she left me in the wine-painted room with the flowered comforter on the bed.

Soon the closets were filled, my vanity was covered with makeup, lotions, and brushes, my libido was on full throttle. She let me dress up whenever I felt like it, whenever the mood struck. She bought me a new computer, a new leather couch, and new size C silicone breasts,

I would ask, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Why would I mind?”

I would ask, “Are you sure you don’t mind me having dinner with you in this dress?”

“Why would I mind, didn’t I buy that one for you?” Lilly was full of questions, I loved her, she was my wife and my best girlfriend. She seemed to think we had much more fun as two women.

As time went on she bought me even more clothes, even more heels, even more underthings. Then she made me go shopping with her, I had to be a ‘woman,’ a perfect woman or else. I was always filling up my prescription for Pepcid, my stomach medication. My disposition was way too nervous to be seen in little skirts and red lips but Lilly wanted me to go out. She wanted me to have more poise, a better wiggly walk, a sexier voice. She wasn’t going to live with a sloppy crossdresser, an ugly drag queen, or a depressed husband with a bad stomach.

Soon I would come home from work and change, I had the sexiest outfits, the highest heels. I did nothing but practice my makeup technique, I was so focused, so ready to become the most perfect CD in LA. Soon Lilly started to dress the same way as me, she felt left out, we both had sexy dresses and high heels, full makeup, and fashion-length nails. We went to bed every night in teddies and nightgowns, in stockings and bangle bracelets. We were both becoming these high-maintenance women, both becoming these unattainable sexy gorgeous creatures.

She was more ecstatic. Me? I wasn’t so sure, I was still nervous. I have dressed up since I was eight years old. I was used to being disheveled, overdressed, overweight, clumsy, and tense. When Lilly wanted to go out to dinner or out to a show I balked, I wasn’t ready. I was more than happy to stay in my room and practice my voice and pout.

“Have you looked in the mirror lately, have you seen how many heads you turned this week, Missy. YOU are more than ready.

Then, Lilly decided she wanted us to meet a man.

***

NOW

After we were done taking pictures at the showroom, I cleaned the mirrors, I sprayed Glass Plus, I wanted it cleaner than before we came. I didn’t want that to be a hindrance, I wanted them to be happy we clicked into their life on a quiet Tuesday afternoon. I didn’t want to leave my fingerprints, the print from the bottom of my heel, the smush mark from my ass. Mark was holding the paper towels while Lilly giresun escort was checking her photography technique.

“Thanks for coming in today. I was afraid you were never coming back.” He smiled, he was nice. Actually, all of the men here were nice. Sometimes we went to the Jeep showroom a little further away, but there were a lot of women, they didn’t mind us taking pictures but I liked to pose in a showroom full of men. That was my new thing, our new thing.

“Thanks for having us.”

When everything was squeaky clean I followed him to the back closet. I was going to help put away the Glass Plus, the paper towels. I was nervous, my hands were shaking, we were alone. Sometimes I felt something in my throat, the people here were so accomodating to us, all we did was come in to take some pictures, but they treated us like family. For some reason it would make me tear up, I would give a little cry. My eyes were always blurry when Lilly and I were done. Later I would send over a late lunch from the sushi place or the Italian deli, something I know the men would love. A couple of weeks ago, I sent Mark a birthday cake, thirty was a milestone, I wished him a happy birthday before we left and he invited us to his party. We didn’t go I couldn’t imagine trying to explain to his friends who we were. I told him I was sorry.

“Sabrina, is it okay if I kiss you? I don’t want to mess up your makeup, you are so beautiful today.”

“You can kiss me if you’d like. Thank you for calling me beautiful.”

He was close to me, this was a surprise. Lilly always had a plan when we went out on these little missions of hers, but now I was alone with a man, she was now on the other side of the wall. I wasn’t used to this but I was liking it, I liked the attention, I liked his aftershave. He looked at me, the space between us decreased, he took my hands, he was getting ready to kiss me. “Sabrina, are you crying?”

“I am.”

“Don’t cry,” He lifted my hands with the pink nails and put them to his cheeks. I then dropped them and pulled him close by his lapels, it was nice, he was so tall, he was so strong. His tongue went directly into my mouth, past my pink salty lips. We made out in the back of the showroom, I was hoping everyone was looking for me, wondering what the woman in the little pink dress was getting up to. I had my arms around his neck as we kissed, he had his arms on my waist, feeling my body, he was pushing against me. Underneath the pink I only had on the pantyhose, the little bra, I was quite naked otherwise, my body was very different from when I first got married. My mind and my body were way more feminine than I was used to. I could tell Mark was really enjoying it.

***

THEN

“I’m thinking.” Lilly was in my room, she couldn’t believe how nice I decorated, how feminine it had become. “Let’s have a little competition.”

“Really? What do you mean?”

“Let’s have a contest. I have this idea. I will be right back.”

I was nervous, she loved putting me in situations where I had to act completely female. She started feminizing me the day she found my full suitcase, making me think more like a woman, accepting compliments, and flowers and accepting that I was becoming more of a feminine presence. After we slowed down with work I was almost always in female clothes, and makeup, ready to go out and visit or see the world. The only time I was male was for the few days I worked or visited my parents. Now I could feel she was taking things up a notch. Once again the stress came back, but watching my long blonde hair swirling around my face, while looking in my mirror, made me forget it.

“Here you go.” She handed me a glass of wine, white, like my pale hands and my worried face. She sat on the bed, I sat at my vanity across from her. I crossed my legs, I was wearing a bright red dress, short, sleeveless, and very soft. I had on three-inch red pumps and even had a red kerchief in my hair. My very own hair, I hadn’t cut the length since before we were married, even though I went to the salon sometimes twice a week. My toenails have been painted constantly since the first time she took me.

Lilly watched me, she sipped her wine. “Every day I see you and you are more and more like a girl. Look at you, you are so gorgeous.”

“I will never be as gorgeous as you.” I smiled, but I was uncomfortable, she liked these little talks, she liked day-drinking, she liked to tell me how well I was progressing. “Is it okay that I’m this feminine, don’t you miss having a husband?”

“Why would I want a grouchy husband, when I could have an unbelievably beautiful wife?” She giggled, she shook her head, she drank her wine, but I just watched her I was confused. “You think I care, I was always a little Bi anyway, you knew that.” She shrugged, “But it’s not about that or sex or anything. It’s about you. I have loved watching you blossom, watching you put on lipstick, watching you with all of your brushes, you are so cute. It’s very exciting for me. Plus you are a great cook.”

She winked at me, she put down her girne escort wine, she stood up. “I have been thinking of this idea for a while. You are going to love it, well once I figure out the logistics. Hah.”

“What, what is it?”

“Ha, well I think we should have this contest.” She started playing with my hair, she was getting distracted again, she was never going to tell me her idea. “Your hair is so nice, your eyes, all my friends are amazed at how well you turned out, they still can’t believe male genes are floating around somewhere inside of this dress of yours, haha.”

She was making me even more anxious, she was a little too excited, she was laughing too much. I had to ask once more. “Well, what kind of contest will it be?”

“Don’t you worry that pretty little face of yours,” She grabbed my cheeks and smushed, she loved doing that. “And don’t get worked up, everything will be fine.”

I felt I had an uncomfortable look on my face, I wasn’t ready for a competition, whatever she meant by that. I felt like I was getting ready to go back to the doctor. ‘More medicine, please, my wife’s contest is stressing me out.’

She stopped me, She knew that look. “Don’t worry, nothing crazy. Haven’t you had fun going out, remember how nervous you were back when we were first married? Now we are out all the time, we have friends, we have all those great people we meet on our photo excursions. You are so close to becoming a complete woman. Now you are always driving in heels, haha.”

She picked up a picture of us with all the men from the Ford showroom, she picked up another with the older men from the Italian deli, the ladies from the salon, the children from the nursery where we volunteer. We were very busy, we did have a lot of friends, we always gave back to the community. She smiled as she went through my picture collection. “After this contest, things are going to be even easier for you. Just wait and see.” She stood in front of me, we clinked the wine glasses and I downed the entire glass. She left me alone in my gorgeous room. The type I never in a million years thought I would be in after I was married.

Lillian was full of surprises and sometimes I wasn’t ready for any of them.

***

NOW

“Ready?” Lilly was still checking the pictures on her phone when I walked out of the backroom with Mark. I had to smooth my dress down.

“I am. Thank you, gentlemen.” I said. I went over by Tom, the manager to sit on top of his desk. Lilly shook her head, she knew I could stay here all day. “How is Andrea doing?”

“She’s good, thank you for the flowers, she loves pink and white just like you do.” He took my hand, his daughter was sick for a long time, we were all nervous. I looked at the picture on his desk. I felt like I could cry again.

“I’m so glad she’s better. One day can I meet her?”

“Of course, take my card, call when you have a free afternoon.” I put the card in my bag

Lilly walked behind me, took my hand, and pulled me off of the desk. I jingled. “Goodbye, everyone.” We smiled and then we left.

We went next door, I ordered sandwiches for the guys. I ordered beer for them to have later. Lilly waited outside, she met a friend, she was petting their dog.

“Where to now?” I asked, she was getting ready for the contest, we wanted to have it on Sunday, another nice Sunday brunch, we only had a couple of days.

“Mmm, I don’t know, why don’t we go to the nursery maybe we will meet someone new. Maybe we will get inspired.” So we did. It was quiet, it was after three. It was nap time. The working parents always picked up their kids around four or five. Sometimes we helped take the kids to the cars, carried the shopping bags full of diapers and wipes. Twice we met single fathers.

We went to the park, the one near the house, we fed the swans, the ducks, we took pictures by the lake. My heels sunk into the grass.

We went to the pharmacy and I got my pills, other pills, I didn’t need stomach medicine anymore I was never nervous. We bought nail polish remover, tissues, a new mascara we heard about. Other things women need around the house. We stayed to talk to the cashiers that we knew, we got invited to a cookout at the minor league team stadium, we got invited to take part in a charity run. We were going to be quite busy.

Lillian still didn’t have anyone for brunch on Sunday, we went home, she would worry about it another day. She still had the rest of the week.

***

THEN

The first contest was crazy, I was a nervous wreck. Lillian made me get dressed in something small and tight and then took me to my esthetician, she said it would relax me. I had known Eva since my wedding. I was probably the only groom who got waxed before their wedding. I was probably the only groom with light pink color on their toes.

Lillian was so super excited after she learned I was a crossdresser, it was a little unnerving at first, I was ready to hide away, slowly give it up. She asked me what I wanted to do and I didn’t know, I didn’t want her to leave me because of it. She hit my arm, she was mad at me, she couldn’t believe I could be so shallow as to think she would leave me over something so huge in my life. I apologized. It was crazy that I said I was sorry that she liked that I was a crossdresser. She laughed and told me she would help me if I wanted. I wanted.

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Sissy Jane’s Big Night Out Ch. 02

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The door swung open with a creak, a much heavier door than I was expecting and I was amazed at how effective at soundproofing it had been as a blast of noise hit me full on — a fanfare with music and a myriad of voices along with a waft of the heat and smells that one associates with a lively ballroom atmosphere. Glasses chinked and chairs scraped on the ground as people stood up to get better views. The plug in me suddenly vibrated and throbbed as I was pushed forward and a voice said “Flaunt it gurl, walk down there and enjoy”. So I did!

Stepping out as elegantly as I could in my high strappy Laboutin’s, I entered the darkened room and immediately felt the heat of a spotlight on me. I was on a high and my heart was pounding in my chest as I drank in all the noise which was increasing exponentially along with the calls and whistles. The thump of the music beat a rhythm that I couldn’t help but strut my stuff to and all the training of walking in heels kicked in and I pushed one foot in front of the other, swinging my hips and accentuating my butt – walking tall and proud.

I felt amazing as it seemed to please the audience who were now either side of me as I walked down the raised and fairly narrow catwalk. The vibrations and tingling in my pussy had increased along with my excitement and I wondered if my sponsor was watching from close by or from afar.

A man’s voice came over on the loudspeakers announcing me as No. 62 and telling everyone to welcome me to the room – but that was already esenyurt escort happening. There were cheers and hands reaching out, but not quite touching as I kept to the centre of the walkway. The catwalk snaked through the crowd and led to a central circular platform which was encircled with footlights and had a single wooden lectern upon it.

The man with the microphone was stood next to it, reading from a sheet of paper, describing me, my outfit, my owner, my limits, my skills etc. As I listened my jaw started to drop and I blushed as he told everyone what I was capable of and what horny slut lurked beneath this sophisticated look. I looked down as I walked, my elegantly clad leg thrust forward through the slit in my long dress and there was just a hint of a stocking top and white soft hairless and smooth skin. My plug was still tingling and pulsing and I felt myself leaking a tiny amount of precum.

The noise was pretty loud now as excitement in the room grew, men, and a few isolated women were waving papers with numbers on and there was a feeling of excitement in the room that was palpable. I neared the central platform and was welcomed by the compère,

who showed me where to stand and as I looked up I realised there were a number of monitors around the room that were broadcasting the image of me from a fixed video camera that was trained on the platform. I was told to make a twirl so that the prospective clients could see me well.

Prospective eskişehir escort clients? What the…..!

The noise was building as the compère whipped up the crowd with each secret divulged and I arrived to stand next to him, my heart pounding as I felt the heat of the lights and became aware, in the glare, of my images that were being broadcast all around the venue. Terror and excitement was the only description I could give to this experience…and oh my… I loved it! I was leaking precum into my tiny thong and my heart thumped away as I heard him say

“Lets see what she’s like ladies and gentlemen before the fun starts!”

Fun?

“Come on 62, just lift that dress… and give us a twirl”

The plug started to tingle and I realised my sponsor was watching and playing with the controls at this critical time and encouraging me to do as he said. I complied.

I lowered my hands to the split in my long dress and gently lifted the flaps apart to reveal my stocking tops and the diaphanous thong covering my little steel cage.. A cheer went up as cameras zoomed in to broadcast my little clitty and as I twirled round the compère flicked up the back of my dress to reveal a virtually naked butt and the lights caught a flash of the plug that was continuing to stimulate me internally with ever increasing pulses.

Two revolutions later and further zooming it to my upper thighs, stockings and locked heels and I was brought to a stop and eşme escort told to remain with the ‘goods on show’. He pressed a button and a large dildo rose out of the lectern in front of me now,

“You know what to do gurl — but these punters want to know what you CAN do!”. The pulses inside me gave a strong nudge to me encouraging me to obey, so, flicking back my hair, I decided to give them a show! I looked directly into the camera, licked my lips and moved slowly above the dildo.

Licking it, resting my lips on it, whilst looking up at the camera, I could feel the excitement in the crowd. I closed my long lashes over my eyes and let myself sink onto the imitation cock before me, taking it in slowly, but surely, inch by inch, by inch, refusing to stop and trying to make it as smooth as possible.

All the way in, down to the balls, without hesitation, gagging or retching. A cheer went up when I just held the position, just like those hypno training videos that I had been following for Master. All the training had obviously been worth it.

The crowd counted out the seconds I was holding in: ‘5…6….7….8…’ louder and louder as more joined in: ‘9…10…11…12…’ I didn’t want to stop but also didn’t want to end up gasping and coughing, so I slowly started to rise, leaving its length glistening and running with my saliva, til I finally got to the tip, where I lingered, opened my eyes and looked up at the cameras, and smiled while kissing the tip. The crowd cheered and the sense of success and pride was overwhelming for me, but I was then snapped back to reality as the compère brought them under control as he called

“ok…you rowdy rabble, you can see what youre getting and she’s one of the finest, so lets’ start the bidding!”

OMG….. the plug buzzed….

To be continued…

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My First Big Black Cock Ch. 02

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Okay, it’s been a while since my first story here (see “My First Big Black Cock”). That story was how a straight guy gradually came to take his first “Black Cock”. I’ll recap the essentials here.

In that story I shared my journey of understanding that, yes, SIZE does matter.

After a long marriage with my then wife Cherie, which included our binging on porn, one night, she brought her best friend, Roxy over to our house. After drinking several glasses of wine, Cherie told Roxy about the dream she had where she was being taken by a horse with a huge cock. Roxy saw me watching and listening from my office. Then she shared with Cherie that she once had a black lover who was hung like a horse. Before she could share the story with Roxy she had to get high. They both shared a potent joint together. In the process, with me watching, she seduced my wife.

After that, when Cherie and I binged on porn, she had selected several interracial ones (this was back in the day when you had to go to an adult shop and rent VHS tapes). Unknown to me, she had also purchased a huge black cock. I watched as she orgasmed, again and again on the huge dildo, in a way she never had with me. Eventually, our marriage ended, and yep, I ended hooking up with Roxy.

When sex with Roxy fizzled, I started watching porn and jerking off. With it was interracial porn. Eventually, somehow and for some reason unknown to me, I started identifying with the girl getting torn up by the black cock; instead, of with the huge cock doing the pounding. This lead me to fantasying about my ass, being the pussy. I started dressing up in Roxy’s clothes and “fucking” myself in order to get the sexy that I wasn’t getting with Roxy. Unbeknownst to me, Roxy had been monitoring my browsing history and knew all about it.

This, eventually, lead to a wild fuck session with Roxy in which she told me she knew what I had been doing and that she had a “little” surprise for me. The surprise was a massive black strapon she had concealed in her sexy underwear. She proceeded to fuck the shit out of me before she dumped me. When she was finished, she told me that I’d be calling her for some more of her big black cock. And that’s the end of this little recap, If you want all the yank-worthy details, you’ll have to find and read my last story. But, now, the story continues….

After moving out from the house Roxy and I shared, I was on my own. I was embarrassed by what had happened, and I decided that I was NOT that guy who let Roxy fuck him. Weeks went by. My resolve held. Then, gradually, memories of that time with Roxy came floating back unbidden. I started dressing up again. I started pleasing myself while watching interracial porn. All the time I was pretending to get fucked by the well-hung black stud on the screen; but I couldn’t keep Roxy and her huge black cock out of my mind. Eventually, I decided to call her, but for a friendly cup of coffee, nothing more.

She arrived in a nice summer dress and had never looked better. Slim, and exuding sexuality, like she always had. At first we chatted about hold times, then. So, you called me, I told you that you would. Yeah, but just for a coffee. Uh, huh, if that’s what you need to tell yourself, but I know, first-hand, the hold that a long…thick….black….cock….has, she whispered to me huskily after leaning in so nobody else could hear. I glanced around to see if anyone had overheard, then I squirmed a bit. Still close, she continued: I know you’ve been thinking about it. The same thing happened to me. I would say, never again, but after some time — about the same amount of time it took you to call me — it’d find myself in bar on the black side of town. Then I’d be on my back, being stretched and split apart by a huge….black….cock. And that’s just how it is-and now YOU’RE on the same hook! Then she leaned back in her chair.

No, I protested, that’s not at all why I called you. Oh yeah? She chided, as she reached for my hand. We were sitting close enough to each other that she could take it to her lap. As soon as my hand landed, I felt it. It’s hardness, it’s length…..she had worn the huge black strap on to our coffee! I hadn’t noticed it because her dress was loose, and the weight of it caused it to hang downward, between her legs. I sat transfixed as she leaned close in once more. Feel it? She moved her hand, and mine under it, up and down it’s length. I swallowed-hard. Yes, you feel it. I did, and I felt my dick hardening. She kept moving my hand up and down, slowly, seductively, on her big black cock. She gave me time, she gave my body time, to react, to absorb it all. She was good, I had to give her that.

Now, I’m going to take my hand away, but if you want this….cock….my cock…..my big…..black….cock…..she said huskily, you’ll keep you hand on me, you’ll squeeze it so you can feel it’s girth, you’ll stroke it so you can feel its length….then she removed her hand. She sat back and lit up a cigarette. I remained motionless. She softly exhaled an expanding cloud of white smoke. I hadn’t didim escort removed my hand. She held her smoke off to one side and leaned in again. Stroke it, go ahead, nobody’s watching. You know you want to. I remained motionless, I just couldn’t do it; but I also didn’t remove my hand.

Really? Really? She reached down again, her hand over mind and started to stroke herself. Now, I’m going to stop, but you’re not. She removed her hand. I kept stroking. There you go….Oh, yes, that feel soooooo good. She said, as she arched her tits forward and exhaled another could of smoke. It was then that I remembered that this particular dildo had an end that fitted inside of her, and that she could, literally, “feel” me as I stroked and moved her “cock”. Oh, yes, that’s it baby…keep it up….you’re making me soooooo horny for you little white pussy. THAT took me by surprise! So I sat and stroked her. She smoked and moved subtly, to let me know that she was enjoying it.

Then, suddenly, her hand was in my lap, undoing my belt and pants, and freeing my dick. She leaned in again. Oh my, my big….black….cock….has your little clitty so very hard, doesn’t it? I just sat there. Nod your head yes, she said, as she was nodding her head. Some other part of me, that was emerging, started nodding my head with her. See? See the power of my big….black…..cock? You don’t want it; you don’t want to be the slut that loves big….black….cock….but you are, aren’t you? She started nodding. Nod your head with me, bitch…..I started nodding…..there you go…..that’s right…..she said as she gave my dick a good squeze….now, I’m going to get up and walk out of here. But you know what I have in my “pants” for you. You know you want it, so you’re going to pay the check, follow me to MY car, and get in. Then….you’re going to suck my cock as we drive to back to my house,… where I’m going to fuck you….and fuck you…..and fuck you…….

She slowly put out her cigarette, stood up and walked out, swinging her hips, out the door, and off to her car. I wasn’t thinking anymore. She had seduced me into being one of those white girls I had been seeing myself as when I watch all those interracial porn video. I got up. I paid, and I joined her in her car. There you are, baby. Now….pull up my dress….that’s it….now…..take my big….black…..cock into your little white mouth — as she placed her hand on the back of my head and lowered me down onto her. That’s it…bitch…suck my big….black…..cock….oh no, baby…you gotta take more of it….she said as she pushed my head further down. It caught me by surprize and I gagged and pulled off. Oh, yeah…it’s like that, isn’t it-when you suck a big….black….cock. Well, bitch, you’re GOING to suck it-and you’re going to suck it RIGHT. She pushed my down again, down beyond my gag reflex this time; but again I gagged and had to pull off. She undid my pants, pulled out my dick, wet her hand with her tongue and started stroking me. She stopped for a moment, to light up another cigarette — or so I thought….

She coughed a couple of times. Here you go, baby. She offered me the joint. I hadn’t smoked since our last time together. I took in and inhaled deeply. I coughed, and coughed. Yeah, good shit, right? Give it a minute. I did, and soon that familiar “not here; but oh, in every moment here, feeling came over me. She wiggled the cock in front of me. Now, be a good bitch, and suck my cock-that right way. Again, her hand went to the back of my head and she pushed me down onto her-as she took another hit on the joint. I gagged, but just as I started to come up, she pushed me down again, hard. I felt her “cock” go past my reflex and down my throat. She held me there as I panicked; then she released me. I came off her leaving a trail of saliva. You’ll have to do better….and you will….then she started the car and drove off.

In my mind, I was the tiny white girl, and she the big black man. I sucked her cock as she drove (without her asking, as I was high and if full “bitch” mode). The first few times, she pushed my head further than I could go, and I felt her long black cock shove its way even deeper into my throat. Each time I did, she would groan, and I know that the double ended didlo was doing its thing. By the time she had pulled up to “her” house, I was taking her all the way — a good 10 inches! When we got inside. She had laid out some of her sexiest clothes for me on the couch. She helped me out of my clothes and I changed into them. Then she put two massive water-balloons in the bra, and did some makeup. We had lit another joint, and then were both smoking cigarettes. As we entered the bedroom, I saw the last thing I expected.

Laid out on the bed was another harness, with an even longer, and thicker, dildo attached to it. Me first, put it on-bitch. I stripped and did as I was told. She lay on the bed, hiked her dress up, and removed the smaller-end dildo from herself. She was dripping wet. Now, come here…I entered her and she winced. digor escort I pushed and she groaned. It’s too big, stop for a sec. I backed off. Okay, now….I eased into her. Oh….fuck…she moaned. Yes, that’s it — uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh-as I pushed balls deep. Then I stared to ride her. Yes, Oh, God yes! Fuck me-I’m coming-ooooohhhhhhhh…..I’m…..cooooooommmiiiiiiiing! And she buck underneath me. But instead of stopping, I rode her harder; faster. Oh God……..Oh God………..Ohhhhhhhhhhh-yeeeeeeeessssssss and she bucked again in a powerful orgasm. Then I stopped. You can fuck me like that anytime she said, in a far off, heavy-lidded haze.

She lay there for a moment with my huge black dildo buried deeply inside her. Then she eased off of me, got onto her knees, and schlupped the other end of her dildo inside of her. Now…bitch — she said a bit unsteadily — suck my big…..black…..cock. I took off my harness, and crawled on the bed to where she kneeled. As I deep throated her, she put both hands on the back of my head so I could come off of her (even as I gagged), and she started fucking me face: sliding the length of her cock deep down my throat each time. After a few strokes I pushed back-hard-and managed to come off of her; trailing a long line of spit that kept us connected for a moment.

Now that I know you can suck big….black….cock….she said huskily, as she laid on the bed, I have a little surprise, just for you….Greg….

I swung my head around around when I heard movement behind me. A very large, and very well-hung black man stepped into the room. Yeah, baby…he said. Cherie here want’s to suck your dick. I was completely taken aback. I looked in shock at his enormous cock hanging down between his legs. Even flaccid, it was far bigger than Roxy’s dildo. Seeing my hesitation, Roxy shakily got off the bed, swung my legs over, knelt down, and took my cock into her mouth. I moaned as Greg moved over to us. Roxy grabbed my hand and pulled me into a seated position, just in front of his enormous cock. I could smell it just in front of me; I felt its heat. Roxy came off of me and hefted it towards my mouth. Then, with her other hand, she pulled my head towards it.

I felt it touch my lips, but my mind was swirling: too much; too soon….come on Cherie….you’ve always wanted a big….black….HORSE….cock….She used, again, for me the name of my wife that she had seduced before I divorced her. I had always wanted to see Cherie fuck a big black cock-and now, in my mind, with that one name, I WAS my wife Cherie. God, Roxy was good at this shit. It took no time; but in my weed-high mind it took an eternity-I opened my mouth and Greg slid forward to enter it. Ohhhhh….there you go bitch….Cherie, huh? Okay, Cherie….suck my cock. And then, in my mind, I WAS Cherie-and all that I had ever fantasised about her. I slurped Greg’s flaccid member into my mouth…..

I felt my water-balloon tits heavy on my chest as Greg grew harder in my mouth. It didn’t take long before he had bulged out to over 11 inched long and a good 3 inches in diameter-and he was shoving all if it down my throat. He fucked my face, even as I gagged and had to come off of him, again and again. In those eternal moments that you get when you are high, I knew why Roxy had insisted on “training” me how to suck big black cock. Okay, baby, now you’re REALLY going to know what it is to be OWNED by black cock, Roxy whispered huskily into my ear, as eased my off Greg’s enormous erection and back onto the bed….

Greg came over to me and grabbed both of my stockinged legs by the ankles, pulling both them and my black high-heeled pumps upward and under each of his arms. Greg hesitated and looked at Roxy. I followed his gaze to see that Roxy had sparked up another joint. She held it to my lips. Here you go baby, this will help….I took a big drag. Give him a sec, she said, looking at Greg. He gave me a moment that seemed like an hour…and then I felt another cloud of high rise me up and into an even denser haze. As my eyelids grew heavy, I felt Roxy apply something cold and we to my ass….to my pussy…..Greg shuffled forwards….

I felt the hotness of him first, then the pressure as he pushed….It’s okay Cherie….I’m right here with you….it’s going to be okay…but you’ll never be the same after this….then I saw her turn to Greg and nod. I felt the pressure of his cock against my “pussy” intensify…I felt myself widen…..and widen….and-ooooouuuuuch! Escaped my lips….it’s okay baby….this is the way it goes….it’ll hurt at first……remember?……

He pushed impossibly hard and the pain grew until I felt a wet schuck-and a hot, wide, presence was inside of me….I realized that his head had entered me. Ohhhhhh…..fuuuuuuck…….I arched my back upwards. Then I felt Roxy grab me. Ohhhh…..loooook….she cooed. Then her hand went to her mouth and she wet it. Let me rub your little clitty while Greg takes you baby….and she started rubbing the underside of my now flaccid dick-or, uh, dikmen escort clit.. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot from my “clit” to my “pussy”, whose stretched pain turned into a perverse pleasure…..Okay, baby….she instructed Greg….

Then I felt the pressure increase as I widened and his thick, black shaft started to part me…..ohhhhhhhh…..Gooooooooood…….ohhhhhhhh…….fuck……. Yeah, right? Roxy breathed into my ear: it hurts, but feels sooooooo goooooood-doesn’t it? Uuuuuuugggghhhh……I gasped as Geg pushed further into me, opening me up so much further than anything had before. Ohhhh…..yeah…..baby…..Roxy taunted….Greg’s MUCH bigger than ANYTHING you’ve ever had before, isn’t he? This is my present for you Cherie: you wanted a horse cock didn’t you? Didn’t you?!? Yes I moaned, as I imagined myself to be Cherie. Now….NOW….you’re going to KNOW what a horse cock feels like….

I felt each inch of Greg, each inch an eternity in my smoke filled being….he pushed….he stretched….me….and then I heard him moan: Oh, damn, bitch, you are so fucking TIGHT! It was only then that I pictured him fucking me-and that I was giving him pleasure too….my consciousness, my fantasy, then expanded to include something that it had never included before: I was also giving pleasure TO the same big black cock that was entering me! This revelation changed everything as I was feeling the pleasure from being opened up grow to encompass Greg’s pleasure as well. I was PLEASING HIM!

I opened more and more, he moaned; I moaned and gasped as he impaled me on his enormous telephone pole-like cock. Stroke by stroke he opened me up, tore me, penetrated me….until at last I felt the end of him: his heavy balls up against my ass. I was breathing heavily as Roxy turned my face towards her. See baby….see…? Then Greg withdrew a few inches, before easing back into me. Uuuuuggggghhhhhhh……ahhhhhhhhh…….yes baby….see…..? THAT’S a BIG……BLACK….COCK…..and its in YOUR pussy Cherie….THAT’S the HORSE cock you were dreaming of…..isn’t it wonderful? And Greg withdrew further and then re-entered me…slowly….and then out-further….and then back in-a little less slowly, and a little more forcefully…..ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh-oooohhhhh fuuuuuuck! Yes, you’re being fucked now Cherie….you’re being fucked: by a big….black…..cock….do you like? Oooooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh-yeeeeessssss!

Then Greg picked up his pace, withdrawing more quickly, and then slamming into me. You won’t need this anymore baby….and Roxy removed her hand…..Greg quickened and lengthened his thrusts. As he did, I felt him stimulating my g-spot, my prostrate, ever more intensely…..

Oh, daaamn, girl! Greg shouted as he picked up his pace. I could feel him grow even harder-larger; and more urgent. He was going to cum! I was going to make him cum! I started bucking against him: I started fucking him back….I felt the pleasure that was surging in me reach a new level as he screamed, oooooohhhhhhh fuuuuckkkkk! I felt warm wetness gushing deep within me as he held himself balls-deep inside of me and shot his hot ropes off cum into the deepest parts of me. At the same moment I felt myself explode: oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkk! I echoed Greg, and as I did Roxy engulfed me with her mouth, sucking my orgasm down her throat in big gulps as I bucked and heaved in time with Greg’s orgasm.

I felt Roxy swallow every drop of me as Greg held himself deep inside of me clenching and shoving every drop of himself into me. Then it was over. Roxy withdrew, and Greg eased himself out of me. I felt a large emptiness where he had been, and I could feel myself open, gaping, in the wake of him. Ohhhh….my….Roxy said as she snaked her hand down between my legs and slid her fingers up over my “pussy”. Here baby…..and I felt her hand against my lips and the hot, sticky wetness that smelt salty and pungent. I opened my mouth as she slid her fingers onto my tongue. Then I tasted the small puddle of Greg’s cum that she had gifted me. I took it in and swallowed. Push baby….as she reached down again. I pushed, and she ferried another handful of cum into my mouth.

Okay, baby…she urged as she slid a hand under my back and sat me up. Greg was standing before me with his enormous black cock semi-flaccid. He stepped forward. Open up Cherie, Roxy prompted. I opened and Greg slid his hot cock into my mouth. I could taste a strange, dirtiness that, in the eternity I had to think about it, was the remnants of my own shit on him. A strong black man can cum more than once honey….now….suck him off-like a good little bitch…..

Then Greg grabbed the back of my head with both hands and slid himself into my mouth and then down my throat. I felt him grow hard again as he picked up his pace. I tried to breath, but gagged and had to come off of him-trailing a thick band of spit for the moment before he plunged into me, well past my gag reflex and back down my throat. He was able to get several thrusts until I had to pull off of him. Then, Roxy was on the floor on her knees, and taking his enourmous black balls into her mouth. Whenever I gagged and had to pull off of him, she gathered up my long strings of thickened saliva and jerked him off to let me inhale and slurp him back deep down my throat again….

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