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Adventure Ch. 01

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The air was warm, a gentle breeze making the long grass sway. It was the perfect day to be outside. I grabbed my adventure bag, left a note on the countertop, and locked the door behind me.

I loved to explore, and the woods right outside the back door were perfect for wandering. A few weeks ago, I had found an ad for a caretaker job, the cabin pictured was exactly what I had always dreamed of living in. I called the number and after a few questions, the woman on the other end told me I had the job. I got a phone call the next day giving me clear instructions to find the cabin.

I was nervous at first, especially when cell service stopped working. As I drove further into the mountains, I worried that the ad was placed by a serial killer or a kidnapper. I was pleasantly surprised when I reached the end of the winding driveway, the cabin was exactly like the picture, better even.

An elderly lady was sitting in a wooden rocker in the front porch, and she stood as I exited my car.

“Hello there, you must be the new caretaker. I’m Betty, I’ll be showing you around the place.” I climbed the short steps and shook her hand, “Hello, I’m Poppy, it’s lovely to meet you.”

She had a firm grip for a woman her age, “Follow me and I’ll give you the grand tour.”

She led me through the cabin, showing my all around. The main floor included the living room, kitchen, two small bedrooms and bathroom down a short hallway. Upstairs was a larger bedroom with an attached bathroom that had a jacuzzi bathtub. The back porch was much bigger than the front, with a hanging swing off to one side. There wasn’t a regular lawn in the backyard, just beautiful wildflowers and dainty stone pathways, one of which led to a sizeable shed.

Betty explained that the shed had all the tools I would need to take care of the property, including a manual on all of the different species living on the property. I recognized most of the plants I had seen so far, so I wasn’t too worried about reading the manual. After a brief explanation how grocery deliveries worked, Betty’s grandson helped her load her luggage in the car and off they went.

In the few days that followed, I unpacked and figured out how to work the old computer to order groceries. The fridge was well stocked with fruits and veggies, and the cupboards had enough basic necessities I wasn’t too worried about starving, but I wanted to make sure I had everything set up properly before I started adventuring. I decided that for my first adventure, I would stick to the path.

As I walked, I noticed how vibrant everything looked, I had never seen such gorgeous colors before. The leaves on the trees were a vivid green, while their bark was varying shades of rich browns. I spotted a few bright red and white Amanita mushrooms underneath the leaf litter, and flowers in every color imaginable were scattered all over. I could smell their delicate scent on the gentle breeze.

After about an hour of walking, I found a clearing just past a babbling brook. With a small jump, I crossed the water and entered the clearing. It was almost a perfect circle, with Quaking Aspen trees evenly spaced around the edges, it kind of looked like someone had planted them. I set down my bag and pulled out a sandwich, this was the perfect spot for some lunch.

After eating, I decided to enjoy the sun a little, so I stretched out my legs and laid back, closing my eyes. It had been a long time Kartal travesti since I was able to relax like this.

I dozed off, waking with a jolt when something brushed across my face. I opened my eyes to see a swarm of bugs, or what I thought to be bugs. As they moved around, I thought they looked like tiny humans, but they were brilliant shades of greens, blues, and purples. When one of them landed on my leg, I sat up to get a closer look. It was definitely a tiny humanoid! Her skin was deep violet, her hair just a few shades darker, and her wings a shimmery lavender color. She was exquisite, and completely naked! A few more had joined her, and I stared in complete fascination as they strutted up and down my legs.

I couldn’t understand what they were saying, it was a strange, tinkling language, almost like bells or the sound a drop of water makes in a puddle. I was so distracted by the tiny figures on my legs, I didn’t notice what the rest of them were doing until I felt them tugging on my shirt. I looked down at my chest to see dozens of them pulling upwards in an effort to remove it. I laughed and gently brushed them away. A few of them flew towards my face, shaking their fingers as if to scold me. I laughed again, and they flew back down to keep pulling on my shirt. I tried to brush them away again, bur my arms wouldn’t move. I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn’t move either! Dozens of the tiny creatures were holding me in place.

The creatures on my legs started pulling off my shoes. I wanted to kick them off, but I could barely move at all. They made quick work of undressing me, and I was soon as naked as they were. Their tiny feet tickled my bare skin, and I wanted to squirm as they danced all over me. I felt them tugging on my hair and shoulders, and I was soon laying down again, my head propped up by my bundled clothes. I watched as a trio of green-skinned figures flitted up to my breasts. One of them reached down and grasped my nipple firmly, and then with all his might, yanked upwards. I yelped in surprise, it didn’t really hurt, in fact it felt kind of good.

More of them fluttered around my breasts, and I could only watch as they perched around my nipples, taking turns pulling, and pushing, and twisting. I cried out after a particularly viscous tug, and a few of them gathered around my face again. A pale blue woman stroked my cheek for a moment, before flying down to land on my stomach. She walked slowly downwards, stopping right at the edge of my trimmed bush. She giggled, jumping up and down and clapping her hands. I was confused by the strange display, what was she so excited about?

A few others flocked to her, and then my legs were forced open, bending at the knee until my feet were tucked against my bottom, leaving me fully exposed. A thin pink-hued male flitted between my legs until I could no longer see him. But I certainly felt it as he squirmed his way inside of me. I had never had sex before, only gotten myself off as needed, and he was soon deeper inside of me than my fingers had ever reached. My attention snapped back to my breasts with a sudden lack of sensation. All twisting and pulling had ceased, and tiny tongues were busy licking me all over. There must have been some sort of aphrodisiac in their spit, because each lick left a tingling trail behind, my skin was growing more sensitive with each passing second.

A few of them flitted downwards, Kartal travestileri alighting around my vulva. I felt a slight pressure at my opening, and then the one inside of me was sliding out. He clambered up to my stomach, using my clit as a stepping stone, sending a shock of pleasure through my body. The others flocked to him, cleaning him off with their tongues and speaking in that strange language of theirs.

There was pressure on my anus, and then my ass cheeks were spread wide to grant better access. I couldn’t see a thing, relying only on sensation to figure out what was going on down there. The pressure increased, and I tried to buck my hips. I had never put anything in that hole before, and I wasn’t about to let them try. My efforts were in vain as the pressure grew stronger, and with a slight pop, one of them was inside of my ass. It was a completely new feeling, and after the pain subsided, quite a pleasurable experience.

I could feel an orgasm building, all of the different sensations overwhelming my senses, it wouldn’t be long now. I found myself wishing for it, no longer scared of what was happening to me.

All movement ceased, and all turned towards my feet, as if waiting for something, or someone.

A tall, breathtakingly handsome man approached. His hair was black as a raven’s feathers, with brilliant blue eyes. And he was completely naked.

My mouth went dry as I took in the sight of his enormous cock. He smirked, seeing the look on my face.

Placing a hand on my knee, he spoke. “What a lovely offering from my loyal subjects. A beautiful virgin all to myself!”

My lips trembled as I asked, “What…How did you…”

He put a finger over my lips, “Hush now, I can tell just by looking that you have never been with a man, and I will make sure that your first time is truly remarkable. No mortal man will satisfy you after I am done pleasuring you.”

He caressed my face gently, and then brought his lips to mine. His tongue traced my lips, which I kept tightly pressed together.

He drew back, caressing my face again, and then he was whispering in my ear, “I’m going to take you either way, you can either cooperate and receive insurmountable pleasure, or fight back, and have much less fun. Your choice, so let’s try this again.”

This time when he kissed me, I parted my lips slightly, and his tongue slid in smoothly. My mouth started to tingle, just like when the little ones had been licking me. His hands were on my breasts, fingers lightly tracing patterns on my sensitive skin. With a quick pinch, he twisted my nipples, he was much stronger than the small creatures, and I cried out against his lips. He did it again, and this time I felt a jolt of pleasure with the pain. And then his mouth replaced his fingers, soothing the sting.

With one hand, he reached between my legs, the other still kneading my breast. He circled my slit, then slowly pushed a finger inside, quickly adding a second, stretching me wider than ever before. His thumb brushed my clit, and my hips jerked involuntarily. He did it again and I almost came.

And then he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth he licked them clean, “You taste so good my pet, but I have other plans for you today. Shall we get started?”

My eyes widened, what was he going to do next? I soon found out, as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“You can’t! It Travesti kartal won’t fit!” I blurted.

He chuckled, “I assure you it will, pixie saliva is a potent aphrodisiac, and my little subjects made sure you had plenty of it before I got here. And I’ll take it slow until you’re begging me to go faster.”

He grabbed my hips, and slid just the tip in, pulling out and repeating it a few times.

“Wait, I’m not ready, what if…” He kissed me, effectively quieting my protests.

This time, he slid more than just the tip in, and I gasped at the sharp pain I felt. He held still for a moment, before pushing in further. I groaned into his mouth, and he gently bit my lip, distracting me for a moment. He released my hips and grabbed my wrists, guiding them above my head and pinning them there.

He began to thrust gently in and out, going a little further each time. Pain was soon replaced by pleasure, and I began to move my hips in time with his thrusts. He chuckled, and spoke to the pixies, until they were the ones holding my wrists in place. Grabbing my hips, he firmly pushed them down, stopping his thrusts as he did so.

“I told you that I would take it slow until you begged otherwise. Are you ready for that?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

“That won’t do, I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want, and I will oblige you.”

“I want you to make me feel good again. Please!”

He gave a single thrust, “There are countless ways to make you feel good, what exactly, do you want?”

I groaned, “Just fuck me already!”

His smile widened, “Your wish is my command.”

He pulled out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside, and then plunged his cock back in. He began moving, pumping in and out at a steady pace, leaving me gasping for breath with every forward motion.

I was close, so, so close. He seemed to sense it, pulling out entirely. I protested, but he flipped me over, lifting my hips so that my ass was in the air. His cock drove into me from behind and with this new angle, I could feel the pixie that was still in my ass. He must have felt it too, because he stopped and said something in a barking tone, and then my ass was stretched wide again as the pixie squirmed out.

The man grabbed my hips again, and he pulled me back onto his cock, “I will be the only one who gets to enjoy you today, the only one who will make you cum over and over until you can barely think.”

He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

“Please.” I gasped.

He continued driving into me, reaching around to finger my clit with one hand. I moaned, and he sped up, teasing my clit with his thumb. I could feel the pressure building, and as he brushed my clit one last time, I came. Waves of pleasure washed over me, stronger than any I had felt before. He didn’t stop, still pumping in and out in long, slow movements, bringing me greater pleasure than what I could have ever imagined.

Still buried deep inside of me, he flipped me over so that I was on my back again. I was still weak from my first orgasm, too weak to stop him when he began to thrust harder. I whimpered from the intense pleasure that it caused, feeling another climax building. His movements grew faster and I cried out as I came again. With a shout he pushed deep inside of me one last time and reached his own climax. We rode the waves of our orgasms together, until he pulled out, leaving me feeling strangely empty. I watched as the pixies swarmed to him, cleaning his cock off with their tongues, and vaguely realized they were doing the same to me.

He bent down to whisper in my ear, “I look forward to our next meeting, my pet.”

And then he was walking away, back into the woods.

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The Great Covid Breakout Pt. 02

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Note to reader.

This section of my true life account details the use of both Scat and Pee in a humiliation setting. If these are not your thing, I fully understand. Therefore, please ignore this part of my story and take it up again in part 3. I do not wish to offend anyone, but neither do I want to exclude parts I know many readers enjoy.

Please be kind enough not to vote this part down just because of its content. Please just ignore it and vote for parts 1 and 2.

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‘I think you require a nice warm shower,’ Kevin said, ‘but first, we want to see you have a pee and take a shit, don’t we guys?’

There was an evident agreement that this was a good idea.

I was turned with my back to the crowd and made to stand on a large piece of cardboard, as indeed had one of the women in the videos. I was told to squat and do the necessary or face some dire punishment.

As I took up my position, Tom wafted the riding crop around my breasts, ensuring it provided some light slaps of encouragement in those areas before moving behind and doing the same on my bum.

Just as I was about to pee, a small bucket was placed under me to catch my golden shower. As I had done nothing all day, it was quite a lengthy discharge, and I filled the little bucket about halfway.

‘Shit, Slut,’ I was ordered.

I began to push and strain as I imagined every eye was fixed on my bum hole as it started to open.

‘I’ve never seen a bitch take a crap before.’

‘Me neither. My girlfriend never lets me watch.’

As the turd appeared, I was told to hold it in position so that everyone could obtain a good view of my stretched anus and partially ejected faeces.

‘So that’s what a whore is full of,’ one of the onlookers said, ‘Shit!’

‘Don’t know what’s the vilest the slut of the shit,’ another added solemnly.

‘Push it out, you filthy wench,’ I was ordered.

I obeyed, and my turn landed on the cardboard just behind the bucket to be followed by a second smaller offering.

‘Does that feel better whore?’ Kevin asked forcefully.

‘Yes,’ I replied.

‘YES, WHAT?’ he shouted with such force and venom that not only did I jump with surprise but just about every other person in the room.

‘Yes, Sir,’ I replied rather tamely.

For my impertinence, I was bent over and held as Kevin administered five hard bare-handed smacks against my exposed bum, all of which brought tears to my eyes.

‘Let – that – be – a – lesson – to – you – to – respect – your – superiors,’ I was told as Kevin provided a medium-hard slap across my face between each word as a reminder.

‘Now we need a warm shower to clean this creature up,’ Kevin pontificated, looking around as if he expected to find one on the wall of the dilapidated room.

‘Piss.’ Brett interjected, ‘Let’s clean her up with our piss.’

Kevin looked as if this was the first time such an idea had occurred to him.

‘Y-e-s,’ he said very slowly as if still weighing up all the available options. ‘A piss bath for the bitch might do the trick. Who’s in favour?’

As I cautiously looked up at the ten young men seated around the room, it was clear that this idea had met with universal approval. Some even stood up to unzip their flies in readiness.

Even I was surprised when Tynan suddenly appeared with a small inflated children’s paddling pool which he rolled into the room and placed in front of me.

‘Get in slut,’ I was ordered, ‘You’ll be our urinal. Kneel, head back and mouth open. Understand?’

I did indeed.

Once in position, four guys gathered around, cocks in hand and commenced giving me a quadruple golden shower. Their warm pee flooded over my upraised face, through my auburn hair, and ran down over my nude and food smeared body. My open mouth filled with their golden nectar until it overflowed my chin and cascaded like a yellow waterfall over my chin and covered my breasts.

As soon as the initial four had completed their clean up operation, they were replaced by four more eager young men with pulsating cocks desperate to relieve themselves over the wanton whore that knelt submissively before them.

Not a single part of my body remained dry as torrents of warm yellow piss streamed over me and collected in the pool around my knees.

When the last of the sixteen guys had emptied his bladder over me, I was lifted out and made to kneel outside the pool facing its warm wet contents. Suddenly my head was kelkit escort pushed into the smelly water, and I overbalanced to lie half in and half out of the pool. My face was tightly held in the water before being lifted out to allow me to breathe and then thrust back in again.

My head went into the water time and again as I closed my mouth and eyes to its acrid smell and taste. The last time I was held in position, someone smacked my bum so hard that I opened my mouth to scream and was pulled out coughing and spluttering.

I sat, hands still bound behind my back, breathing heavily as each young man surveyed their toilet tart glistening in the room’s lights.

‘I need a crap,’ Tom suddenly exclaimed, ‘I always need a crap after a good piss.’

‘Me too,’ Brett responded, ‘Where would we find a suitable toilet pan?’

All eyes turned toward me, and I knew that the day’s session would end very filthy.

As I braced myself to embark on something I had not done for fifteen years, Tynan reappeared, pushing a commode, the footrests of which had been removed along with the bowl that usually sits under the seat. This arrangement allowed anyone using it to drop their turds directly onto the floor or the person below.

I decided to struggle and make a fight of it for the benefit of all the guys as I quickly stood and attempted to run toward the door. I knew that I would not get far as hands grappled with my damp, slippery body in an attempt to overpower me into submission.

I continued writhing and making life as difficult as possible for my captors. Eventually, after quite a struggle of which I was pretty proud, my hands were untied, and I was held in position on my back as the commode was lifted over me. My wrists were handcuffed to the rear wheels while my feet were tied together to stop me from kicking out.

As I looked directly upwards through the seat of the commode, I tried to be positive about the extreme nature of my humiliation in which I had agreed to partake. It was clear that my participation turned on everyone because long solid cocks were out and being stroked vigorously.

Suddenly Kevin appeared with something that I had never seen previously, but I recognised as some sort of mouth clamp. It had two metal bars that were placed in my mouth, a leather strap to go around my neck and a ratchet system on either side. I have often worn O ring mouth clamps that allow a solid cock to pass through; however, this looked complex and cumbersome.

The fact that my hands required releasing from the commode and my being sat up so that the clamp could be fitted proved, to my mind, that the ingenious contraption was indeed clumsy.

Once it was in place, I saw just how clever it was as two leavers were pressed together on either side of my cheeks, causing the bars in my mouth to expand on the ratchet. Each press opened my mouth further until my groans told the two guys working the mechanism that I had reached the limit of my endurance.

I was placed back on the floor, and my wrists reattached to the commode’s wheels as Kevin took delight in being the first to sit over me. The metal structure of my mouth gag greatly hindered me from turning my head to avoid the brown discharge that Kevin was now pushing in my direction.

I watched transfixed as his bum hole opened and his first turd commenced to exit his young fit body. Suddenly it fell, ad I closed my eyes as it landed on my nose, rolled off my cheek above the clamps and stopped on the cardboard sheeting below me.

‘You missed you great goof,’ Brett berated Kevin.

‘One down, one to go,’ Kevin replied as he repositioned himself for another attempt.

Once again, I watched as his bum expanded, and a second sizeable brown turd appeared like a caged rat eager to get out. I closed my eyes just before it fell and then felt it hit my mouth gag, roll onto my chin, and position itself on my chest between my two deflated breasts.

‘Another miss,’ Brett chided, ‘Let Tom try.’

Tom quickly undid his trousers and dropped his trunks before taking his place above my head.

As he pushed, several rude and rather loud noises issued from his backside, This caused a ripple of laughter to run through the spellbound onlookers. Then I saw, to my horror, large globules of brown matter begin to drop from his bum hole. Again I closed my eyes as a torrent of putrid brown shit suddenly issued from his bum, covering my face, and falling into my open mouth. kemer escort I wretched as it slid over my tongue.

‘That’s how to do it,’ Tom crowed as I felt him leave the commode.

My eyes remained tightly closed as Brett quickly filled the vacant seat and commenced pushing hard. Unable to see, I had no idea what to expect or when. I only knew something had happened when something large hard, and warm dropped between my open lips and into my mouth.

In the years since I had last done something like this, during my time at university, I had forgotten just how repugnant having someone else’s scat in your mouth is. As any reader can imagine, it is pretty vile.

My jaws were aching as they remained stretched to their limit, and I was trying hard not to taste the disgusting contents as two other young men excitedly took their turns at hitting the jackpot. The first succeeded with his first attempt as several of his many smaller deposits dropped straight between my opened lips.

The final guy attempting it preferred to squat over the top of my legs, hoping to get his to land on the little of my pussy that was still exposed. He was mighty chuffed when he dropped his turd directly between the top of my legs.

As we had previously agreed, the cuffs attaching me to the commode were quickly undone, and I was assisted to stand.

‘Chew, dirty cunt,’ I was ordered as soon as the jaw clamp had been released.

I had always known this would be the most challenging part of the gang’s request. All I wanted to do was spit the stuff out of my mouth, but before I was allowed, I had to do as I was told.

Kevin sidled up with the flat-ended crop and slapped me across my right breast and bum, threatening to give me an unrelenting flogging if I did not obey.

I tried to take a deep breath and bit into one of the turds in my mouth.

‘Oh shit,’ someone said in disgust, ‘How could she?’

‘No one will want a blow job from her again.’

‘I can’t believe it. That’s real stuff too not like on video! Yuk!’

After two minutes, but what felt like two hours, I spat the contents out and was given a water bottle, toothbrush and mouthwash. I needed all three!

I brushed my teeth three times before I was content that my mouth was cleaned out thoroughly and not a microbe of anyone’s scat was left. As I brushed vigorously, I made a secret vow never to do that again no matter how hard it made those watching, and most were still nursing massive erections!

The young men were patient with me as they waited for me to compose myself for the next degrading act they wished to perform.

‘Filthy slut,’ standing there naked, titless and with a pussy so hairy it looks like a rats arse,’ Kevin said, ‘You need to wear something.’

A bucket arrived full to the brim with scat.

‘Here,’ Tom said, placing the overflowing receptacle in front of me, ‘Use this.’

As I have done many times previously, I had agreed that I would mix the contents with my hands. The guys, though, must have taken some pity on me as they handed me an 18v drill with a paint mixer attachment.

‘You can use this,’ I was told.

Someone stepped up with a jug full of pee and poured it into the bucket. I knelt next to it and pushed the metal paint mixer deep between the turds into the mixture, and turned it on.

I have used a similar tool for mixing paint, and it works well; however, trying to break down lumps and make a smoother concoction was not so easy.

Eventually, with the contents spilling out, the guys were happy with the consistency of the mixture. I was made to stand, legs apart, as my hands were bound behind me again.

‘Who thinks this ugly cow needs to be covered up?’ Brett asked.

Every hand went up in response, and two men appeared wearing full-length rubber gloves.

‘She needs a bra,’ Brett commented.

Two handfuls of sticky, smelly shit were lifted and applied to the appropriate parts of my body, much to everyone’s amusement.

‘Knickers, Brett announced, ‘Cover that disgusting hairy beaver.’

Two more copious amounts of the brown covering were plastered across and into my pussy.

‘Bum too,’ Brett ordered.

I was turned around so that everyone could see the application and result as my bum was covered.

‘Any other ugly bits that need covering?’ Brett asked innocently.

‘She has a face like the rear end of a Rhinocerous,’ a voice piped up.

The two young men wearing gloves kepez escort looked at me, then the small crowd watching before finally picking up the bucket.

‘Should we?’ one asked.

‘YES,’ everyone shouted.

‘Ten, nine, eight, seven…’ the two with the bucket counted down. ‘Three, two, one.’

The bucket was inverted and placed unceremoniously over my head. Its contents slithered out down my face, through my hair and over my body. With my eyes closed tightly, I could imagine just how I looked.

‘Oh, Wow!’ Someone commented, obviously enjoying the spectacle, ‘Hot, hot, hot!’

‘We should use this filthy pig to make our own videos,’ another added, ‘They’d go viral.’

‘I bet her husband or boyfriend wouldn’t want to sleep with her like that.’

The Irish drawl of Tynan responded, ‘Rachel doesn’t have either.’

‘No regular partner.’

‘No. She has several male companions that she can call on to experiment with, but none are real boyfriends. She prefers to be free, flirty and filthy for adventures like this.’

‘She’s incredible,’ another replied, obviously impressed,’ So has she done this before.’

‘Yes, she has,’ Tynan explained, ‘She likes to please. The sight of you lot with those humongous solid cocks in your hands will have really turned her on.’

As I listened, my eyes and mouth closed under my bucket of filthy brown human waste, a strange feeling was building for the first time deep inside my body. I recognised it at once and knew that I was about to orgasm, and I would be unable to contain myself.

My knees went weak as the intense emotion within began to show physically as my body began to shiver and tremble.

‘What’s wrong?’ Someone enquired in alarm.

‘Nothing,’ Tynan replied, ‘She’s just enjoying herself. Watch. I’ve seen her do this before!’

The strong metabolic wave burst from within like a raging torrent, which surprised even me, as the pent up emotions of two years of Covid restrictions released in a surge.

My body convulsed and contorted as I groaned with ecstatic pleasure from beneath my bucket, which was quickly removed. The sheer scale of my total degradation by these youngsters with their rock-solid dicks had given me an unusually large orgasm to the extent that I felt somewhat embarrassed.

The young guys watched as I shook with uncontrolled energy while imitating a giant brown slug.

‘My woman has never orgasmed like that,’ one of the observers commented.

‘I doubt she’s as experienced as Rachel here,’ Tynan replied, ‘It makes a difference. I’ll bet your first orgasms weren’t as hot and steamy as that, Rachel?

With my head and face still covered in sticky, smelly shit, I declined to answer.

‘Clean up time,’ Tynan announced to my great relief until I became aware of how the guys intended to perform this task.

I was led, carefully and cautiously, outside.

‘I’m very sorry, Rachel but the only water supply this building has is from this standpipe,’ Tynan stated. Despite still having my eyes tightly shut, I could sense a sadistic smile in his voice.

I could hear a squeaky tap being turned on, and then a sudden stream of cold water hit me right between my breasts, taking my breath away. I wanted to run but still unable to see, I stood my ground, shivering as the water jet from the hose moved over my body.

As every reader knows, cold water is not the best for washing and cleaning (nor the most enjoyable), but in my condition, I was delighted to be washed in anything.

When they guys thought I was clean enough, I was led back inside, cold, shivering, and my nipples sticking out like coat hooks. Here I was made to sit in the paddling pool used previously that had also been washed down outside. I had no idea what was planned next until four lads appeared, carrying four two kilo bags of ice each. I knew I was in for a chilling time.

‘We will pour these over you slut,’ Kevin explained, ‘Then you will wash thoroughly in the ice-cold water. Any failures on your part will be punished.’

I braced myself for my next endurance test as I was handed a sponge and small plastic jug to scoop water and ice over myself. To assist me further in my endeavours, the young men took great delight in squirting a whole bottle of shampoo over my head.

I rubbed, scrubbed and scraped in the frigid mixture of cold water and melting ice until I was told I could get out. As soon as I did, I was offered towels, blankets and clothes from many willing hands, all eager to assist in drying, warming and dressing me.

That was the end of that day’s activities, and I enjoyed, after a proper bath, a quiet night, in the words of Barbara Mandrell, ‘Sleeping single in a double bed,’ at Tynan’s house.

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Rage Against the Latrine Ch. 21

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I had a busy week at work, but spoke to Natasha every day. My fiancée babbled excitedly when we conversed, and she loved hearing about my victory in court against Samantha, my ex. I didn’t know how my former beau would raise over £10,000, and suspected that she would beg her parents to bail her out of the latest mess she had created for herself. I knew my lover would enjoy enforcing the verdict, and her streetwise cynicism would make her a tough negotiator if Samantha contacted us to agree a payment plan.

Natasha spoke excitedly about my visit to the West Midlands at the weekend and said she had arranged something for us to do on the Saturday. She booked a suite at an upmarket hotel in a charming village on the road between Coventry and Birmingham, and I drove up the M6 after work on Friday afternoon.

The booking was for a twin room containing two double beds, and I put my bag on the bed beside the luxurious en-suite. A pair of suitcases were open on the other mattress, and I changed into clean clothes and met Natasha’s mother in the hotel bar.

The mousy-haired grandmother rose to her feet when she saw me; her face lit up into a beaming smile as the lithe woman recognised me walking towards her table. “Come here,” she squealed, wrapping her hands around my torso and squeezing me tightly. She radiated warmth and friendliness. “So good to see you again. And congratulations. I knew you two would get together and you’re exactly what my daughter needs.”

I blushed and sat down. Her eyes flickered towards the bar, and I saw an empty beer glass on the table beside her. “That’s Conan. He’s just gone to get changed. I met him at our photography group.” She gulped. “Matthew took the car to go to Scotland on his Touching God nonsense so Conan offered to bring me down here.”

I bit my lip. Natasha’s mother had a relaxed attitude to monogamy that her husband did not share or know about. She had travelled to the hotel with the express intention of breaking her marriage vows once more. “Do you want another drink?” I asked.

“I’m fine. Tell me about last weekend.” I recounted the evening where I had proposed to Natasha and my future mother-in-law beamed through my retelling. “She’s so lucky,” she muttered. “To find someone who loves her like you do.”

I blushed once more and looked at my watch. “We better have something to eat soon, as we have to get to Solihull for Natasha’s gig.”

Ruslana nodded and gestured to her companion; I had not noticed the stranger waiting beside the bar and watching us. Conan was a middle-aged man with a rugged appearance. His dark brown hair and facial stubble made him look like an outdoor adventurer and an aficionado of masculine pursuits. He towered over the grandmother at around 6ft 2in, and she leant into him on the sofa as we finished our drinks.

We had a meal in the pub across the road. Ruslana raised the subject of our trip at Christmas and she recounted the sordid antics of Natasha and me for her friend. He listened and chuckled, but didn’t show any discomfort at the explicit tales of wild debauchery.

“Just so you know, I’m done with my dead bedroom. I intend to do as much fucking as I can and when I get back, Matthew’s having an ultimatum. I’m not a nun, and I’m fed up with being treated like one. He either finds his libido or he allows me to play away when I want.” His companion’s outburst did not faze Conan. He gave a wry smile as the tipsy woman sank another glass of wine and she divulged more personal information about her frustrations.

I knew Ruslana was not happy in her marriage, but hearing her describe the paucity of intimacy in her relationship, I empathised with her plight. She definitely loved her husband, but he could not or would not satisfy her sexual needs. After our meal, we changed and took a taxi to the Birmingham suburb.

Passionate punk rock fans stuffed themselves into the atmospheric venue on the outskirts of the city centre. Ruslana wore a long T-shirt dress, featuring the cover art of a Sex Pistols album, and she blended into the crowd, despite being three times the age of many of the attendees.

I saw Nessie, in a revealing tight crop top, selling merchandise with Fox, and Ruslana bought a few items before the gig started. The aged theatre was smaller than most venues where I had seen the band, and 400 revellers crowded into the grandiose building.

Natasha and her bandmates delivered a powerful, bone-shaking show with a wall of sound that reverberated around the Victorian architecture, with the array of lights casting a spine-tingling aura with imposing silhouettes against the bright colours.

Ruslana surged to the front of the mosh pit, dancing and flailing wildly at the songs. She revelled in the force of her daughter’s band, discharging a fiery mix of aggression with their fast, violent, and deafening music.

I felt every note delivered by my fiancée touch my core as they rattled through their set with endless energy. Even though I had heard kaynaşlı escort all of their songs repeatedly over the previous nine months, I loved every moment. I adored them, and at 9:30pm, their show drew to a close. They finished their gig on their new Christmas song, and then Wake Up, by Rage Against the Machine.

The track, where Natasha defiled me in public, on the cool November evening in Bristol, echoed around the venue. The very act which brought us together. I reminisced as she delivered “our song”: their iconic finale to close the wonderful gig.

The crowd emptied after the band left the stage, and ten minutes later, my fiancée came into the near-empty hall, gripping a red holdall. A few fans accosted her for autographs and my pink-haired lover happily engaged with the young women, wearing Bitches Against clothing, and signed a multitude of possessions for her swooning devotees.

Ruslana flung her hands around her daughter, squeezing her tightly when she sauntered across to us. “Congratulations.” She wiped her eyes when she inspected the ring. “You make such a wonderful couple.”

Natasha smiled as we kissed. “Yeah, we do.” She glanced at the man standing beside her mother and raised her eyebrows, expecting an explanation. Ruslana introduced Conan in the taxi back to our hotel. She had drunk several alcoholic drinks at the gig, and the middle-aged woman told her daughter what she had revealed to me during the meal. “Great. So I get to hear you fuck all night? Why did you want the dual double room? We could have got two doubles.”

“Jacuzzi in the en-suite,” Ruslana replied. “It’s so much fun to shag in a whirlpool.” Natasha sighed at her smirking mother. “And you bought tickets for us to go to the Erotica Expo at the NEC tomorrow! You can’t be prudish now! I said find something lively and saucy, and you found that place. It’s wall-to-wall sex and I’m so looking forward to it.”

My fiancée sniggered, and judging by the expression on Conan’s face, he was not aware that the two women had bought entry to the risque roadshow either. “I didn’t expect you to want to treat the bedroom as if we were staying in the fucking Playboy Mansion!”

“Stop acting like your father. I know what goes on when you are on tour and I’ve walked in on you shagging enough times. It’s natural.” Ruslana spoke lewdly during the journey home. When we entered the hotel, she stopped to chat to the receptionist, leaning over the counter so her dress rode up, and then tried to seduce the barman.

There was an excited sluttiness to the middle-aged woman; she reeked of sordidness and shamelessly flirted with everyone. As her alcohol consumption rose, any last inhibitions she had evaporated.

After last orders, we went to our bedroom and Ruslana giggled as she changed into her short nightie; the garment, made from a white gossamer material, had a large slit on both sides of the translucent cloth. The words “FUCK TOY” emblazoned on the front in large, scarlet lettering. Natasha’s mother could not move without showing her breasts or her shaved mons, and she sniggered as she stood in front of the mirror; she looked like a porn star on a dare. “I’m going to see if Jakub wants to play.”

“You’re old enough to be his mother,” Natasha snapped. She aggressively tossed her dirty clothes into the corner of the room and walked naked into the expansive en-suite to shower. The venue had been warm, and she wanted to wash.

Ruslana refused a companion, and the scandalously dressed woman left the bedroom to go on her “treasure hunt.” I spoke with Conan and the affable man kicked off his jeans and we sat on the double beds as we chatted. He was a Lothario: the sales manager’s photography hobby found willing women to disrobe in front of his camera, and the good-looking confident photographer had converted many of them from an erotic model to a casual lover.

Conan spoke softly with a delicate accent to his voice and had deep coral blue eyes that sparkled mischievously as he cheekily recounted his adventures. Not boastful tales, but warm, erotic narration. I understood how he could effortlessly charm the underwear off women.

The conversation ceased when the lock on the hotel door clicked, and the half-naked mother of my fiancée crashed into the suite, holding the hand of the student receptionist. “His shift finished at eleven, and he told me he has never had a proper blowjob to completion,” Ruslana explained. “That ends tonight.”

He looked startled and embarrassed. The short man, with an athletic build, possessed a thin veneer of stubble across his youthful face and short, dark hair. He glanced away from us, suddenly unsure of the wild antics of the middle-aged mother, drunkenly unbuttoning his smart white shirt.

His dick – and Ruslana’s erotic promises – had brought him into the room of a guest for a sexual experience, and the cold, sobering reality washed over him. He was uncertain, nervous, and shy. Ruslana unfastened the last button kayseri escort of his shirt and her fingers unbuckled his belt.

“Wow!” she muttered, pulling his underwear and trousers to his thighs as she knelt in front of him. His considerable dick swung free: the uncircumcised cock covered with thick veins, and Ruslana planted a kiss on his tip.

Natasha emerged from the steam-filled bathroom in just a complementary dressing gown and sighed when she saw her mother. “Fucking ‘ell, Mum,” my fiancée grunted.

“This is Jakub. He is studying Engineering at University. His parents come from Ternopil, like your grandmother. He has the most wonderful prick and I’m going to blow him.”

I didn’t know where to look as Ruslana’s lips closed over Jakub’s cock, sliding over the head as she coaxed his dick into an erection. Her nose brushed against his short fuzz of pubic hair and her hands slid over his muscular chest and bulging thighs.

Conan’s shirt and underwear landed on the floor, and his naked appearance was what I expected. Hairy, masculine arms and legs, with thick, powerful muscles and a stocky prick emerging from a trimmed thicket of pale hair. His eyes met Natasha’s. “What do you say about warming me up for your mum?”

My heart skipped as my fiancée chuckled. “You’re a big enough boy. You can warm yourself up.”

“Ahh, c’mon. I’ve never had a mother-daughter experience. And you wouldn’t want me screwing her dry, would you? Daughters are supposed to look after their mothers as they get older.”

My lover sniggered, and leant across the bed, running her lips over the exposed tip of Conan’s erect prick. His hands ran through her hair as she suckled the end of his cock, drawing him to a full erection.

He gasped as my wife-to-be fellated him. He groaned as she teased him with her tongue, and he beamed as my eyes flicked between both of the women in the room.

“Get her over here,” he ordered Jakub and scattered the pillows onto the floor. “Kneel here. I want to fuck her.” The student obliged; the young man kicked his shoes from his feet and his clothes puddled beside a chair. He knelt on the duvet at the head of the bed.

Conan pulled Ruslana, and she climbed onto the bed, and her mouth enveloped Jakub’s wet prick once more. She gasped when her lover pressed his fluffed cock against her anus. His sodden dick stretched her ring as he sodomised the married woman.

I grabbed Natasha’s hand and pulled her onto our bed. My lips slid over her clit as I buried my face in her slit, sliding my tongue over her aroused wetness. She reeked of feminine excitement, squealing as my fingers explored her sanctuary.

We’d done things like this before. Natasha had exposed me to plenty of group sex adventures, and I had eaten her out in front of people many times, but this was in the presence of her mother.

The squealing woman, fellating a stranger and being buggered by her lover, was not Nessie, the band’s resident slut, or some other nymphomaniac, but Natasha’s kin. My fiancee groaned and gulped as I pressed against her G-Spot and flicked her button, inches away from her parent on the adjoining bed.

The room filled with the sounds of sex; thrusting, grunting, and squealing. The mattress springs creaked, flesh slapped, and bodies groaned. Natasha’s body writhed as I tickled her walls and massaged her clit, bringing her to a shaking, rasping orgasm.

The punk rocker tapped my head as she panted. “Fuck me,” she gulped through snatched breaths. “Condoms in the side pocket of my bag.” She had several and as I rolled a latex sheath down my erect shaft, my fiancée knelt on the mattress, on all fours, like her mother. She groaned as I slid into her; the sights and sounds of two men spit-roasting my future mother-in-law saturated the atmosphere as we screwed.

A debauched scene that could have come from a pornographic film: three guys fucked a mum and her daughter. A youthful receptionist, young enough to be the nymphomaniac’s son and her rugged male lover, enjoyed the grandmother, gratifying their lust with the grunting strumpet.

Ruslana groaned into the stout dick, teasing the inexperienced receptionist with long licks of his shaft and powerful movements across his glans. The expression on his face was twisted pleasure; intense sensations that took him to the point of orgasm and kept him there.

My fingers pulled on my fiancée’s waist; I slammed my prick into my lover harder and harder, jackhammering her cunt. I rarely screwed her so energetically, but the situation was a haze of hedonistic lustful energy. Pure endless arousal as our thighs slapped and our bodies smashed into each other as I chased my peak.

A year ago, any sexual activity in the same room as someone else would have been unthinkable. With Natasha, not only had that become normal, but screwing her alongside her mother was not unexpected. My fiancée was a dirty, depraved, immoral, sex-crazed harlot, just like her slutty parent, keçiören escort and I adored her for it.

Natasha’s fingers rubbed her clit as I ploughed into her; she groaned and swore loudly as she neared her climax, panting into the duvet as my prick pounded into her. Her orgasmic cries filled the room as her body shivered and her cunt squeezed my intruding cock.

That sent me past my point of no return, and I pummelled her pussy through her quivering peak to intensify my pleasure. Jakub’s eyes focussed on us as I filled the condom, grunting as I did.

After I withdrew, my fingers pressed against Natasha’s sodden, slippery clit and I played with her as she watched Conan sodomise her mother. The punk rocker stared as she witnessed her mum’s infidelity. I fingered my fiancée as she observed one of her parents cheat on the other.

And my partner mewed, groaning loudly as my hand massaged her slit and rubbed against her nub. She breathed aggressively as she watched the shameless sight on the adjacent bed; the middle-aged woman, complete with the scars and decorations of her age, ignored her marital vows to sate her lust.

Ruslana took Jakub too far, and the young man whimpered as his cock pulsed. The fellatrix impaled the spurting prick in her mouth and sucked his seed onto her tongue. His thighs bucked as he came; Conan’s rhythm increased, causing the slutty grandmother to squeal.

The brawny, well-built lover vigorously slammed into Ruslana’s butt, grunting as he released the pressure in his balls and filled her rectum with his seed. For a moment, nobody really moved. We lay, panting; my finger idly circled Natasha’s clit and Ruslana slid forwards so Conan’s cum-covered prick slipped from her arse. Her companion passed Jakub a small bottle of lube. “Want to fuck her?”

The receptionist blushed and shook his head. “Go on,” Ruslana begged.

Conan smiled and looked at Natasha with her flushed face and ruffled hair. “Your mum is insatiable.” My fiancée shivered at those words.

A few moments later, we cleaned up; Ruslana kissed Jakub and made the young man promise to visit her at 11pm after his shift finished on the following day. Conan watched with a wry smile as the married woman offered and paraded herself.

I snogged and cuddled Natasha in bed. “I think my mum might be in the middle of a mid-life crisis!” She whispered as we saw the naked Ruslana embrace her companion and slide under their covers in the half-light of the midnight moon.

In the morning, the sound of the two adults in the other bed screwing woke us up; her loud groans as her lover noisily ploughed her cunt filled the room, and I looked away until after they finished, cuddling my fiancée.

I saw my future mother-in-law pad across the bedroom naked, with cum dripping onto her thighs as she swaggered to the en-suite bathroom. The middle-aged nymphomaniac was shameless in parading her sexuality and spoke candidly and excitedly over breakfast in the hotel dining room.

The exhibition centre, beside the city ring road, was a rabbit warren of activity. Crushed takeaway cups and beige cigarette butts littered the shrubbery around the car park and walkway as we meandered through the site to reach the correct hall.

Ruslana’s fingers trembled as she passed the four tickets to the uniformed man on the gate. The young gentleman smiled as he welcomed us, and provided Natasha’s mother with a thin guide, detailing the shows, workshops and exhibitors.

Ruslana at EROTICA was like a kid in a sweet shop. Her eyes flickered everywhere as an avalanche of sexuality descended upon her. Half-naked men and women walked through the hall. Stallholders sold lewd games, sex toys, erotic clothing, and BDSM weaponry. Scantily clad and erotically dressed models strode along the catwalk in the heart of the exhibition centre, and “sexperts” gave sexual demonstrations in the smaller rooms.

The hot, stuffy room filled with cheers and cries; every stall had a distinct smell from their wares – strawberry massage candles, passion fruit personal lubricant, pungent sensual latex and the smoky, burnt twang of leather. Natasha’s mother wanted to do everything.

We watched a dominatrix teach the hundred-strong audience how to spank, and then a masseur demonstrated erotic massage. We saw and looked at hundreds of sex toys, with both of the women making large indentations on their credit cards, and Ruslana joined a dating website for “one-night stands” as her surprised daughter stared at the wanton grandmother.

We spent seven hours at the exhibition centre; Ruslana spoke to every stallholder, attended every demonstration, and ogled every performer. She had an explicit naked photograph taken at the Dare2Expose booth and shrieked gleefully when they showed it on the big screen.

Natasha and I sat in the bar for the last hour and a half; we were exhausted, but Ruslana only rejoined us at the end of the day, laden with purchases.

We drove back to the hotel and placed our shopping in our room. Jakub sat on reception, and he saw the shop names printed on the bags as we walked past him. Ruslana winked at the receptionist and he blushed. “He’s too young for you,” Natasha loudly told her mother, who scoffed in response.

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My Boyfriend, The Virgin Pt. 02

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Since I broke things off at the first date, I thought things would end there. Apparently Tim had different ideas. He kept starting conversations with me, both online and offline, and I kept responding. For a while I thought I had inadvertently friendzoned him. To be honest, it didn’t mind me that much as I liked his attention and I had been clear enough on my intention.

Our more sexual late night conversations continued as well. He kept praising my looks and handjob skills which flattered me. I didn’t see any of the shyness of that first date anymore and we actually got a bit flirty. When he praised the handjob he got again I told him that he didn’t had any comparison material, to which he reacted that I was the one who could change that. “Well, it would still be two handjobs from the same person. I can’t imagine it would make much of a difference.” – “You know I have no experience at all, I only know your hand. But I can’t imagine needing anything more.”. I know that was a cheesy and slimy line, but still it did something to me. It flattered me, but even more so I think it gave me reassurance. That I would be enough, even with my vaginismus. I hadn’t had a virgin in a while and I guess his lack of experience had the advantage of making everything I did being the best he ever had.

So I offered him a repetition of our previous experience, minus the uncomfortable date. This time no pity/consolation handjob but an actual one. He gladly accepted the offer and we made an appointment for the next day after classes. We biked to my room together, talking about all kinds of stuff and although our conversations weren’t sexually loaded at all, I thought I saw something of excitement in his eyes.

I wasn’t wrong. As we got to my room and I offered him a drink, he asked right away when we would start. “Inpatient are you? Go ahead, settle yourself on the bed then, but I’m going to drink first.” I took a glass of water and when I turned around towards the bed I saw he was already naked, sitting against the bed end with his penis straight up in the air. His penis was larger than the average one, almost beating my second boyfriend in fact. I didn’t care for that though, I only did handjobs and a smaller one, as long as it isn’t a micro, lies better in the hand. Easier to touch the right places and therefore easier to get off. But still, I could work with this.

“I can see you’re really excited!” I laughed to him while I walked towards the bed. “I see I don’t have to remove my dress to get you hard, that’s good to know”. I settled myself besides him and I could see he didn’t get that I was serious about that. I moved my right hand over his body and put my fingers around his shaft. I squeezed softly when he protested. “Aren’t you going to get naked?” – “Why should I? You’re clearly already aroused.” I always liked doing as little as possible to get a guy off. If his arousal did all the work that’s all the better for me. For me that, as well as the speed, was all part of the challenge. The fewer tugs needed, the more clothed I could be, the slower the speed of movement but the quicker the speed of ejaculation, all were signs of the guy being very aroused over me. I really craved that.

I started slowly moving my wrist up and down. “You don’t need more than this. You said yourself you only needed kastamonu escort my hand. Prove it…” Again he protested, this time he tried flattery. “But you’re so beautiful, I want to see you.” – “Flattery isn’t going to help you this time. I know you want to see me naked, but you didn’t need that, remember? Just my little hand was enough.” I said while moving up the speed and grip in phases. I think he got the message at that point and he remained silent. “Good boy, just enjoy yourself. If you need to, you can always think back about last time.” I guess that worked as he started to breath more heavily. “You’re getting closer aren’t you? Just let it go, spurt all your little seeds in my hand. I guess you were right, my hand is all you need.” I waited a few seconds but still he held on. “Or do you want to see my breasts or vagina? What would you’d like to see?” – “Your vagina” he panted as he came seconds after saying that, overflowing my hand with his white fluids. “Good boy! See, you don’t need more than my hand! No need to actually show my body at all!” – “Shit… Fuck…” – “Why the cursing? Didn’t it feel great?” – “It did. A bit too much, I came way too soon…” – “Why would that be a bad thing?” I was serious. Like I said, I liked it when a guy was quick. Usually I told that before I started using my hand but I had a feeling beforehand that I didn’t need much this time and I apparently I got that right.

“I could hold it in for much longer last time, sorry…”. I got a bit mad “Did you hold yourself in?! What the heck for?!” I was insulted and although I knew more guys did that, I always wanted to discourage that behavior. “What do you mean? I thought girls liked it if you’re not too quick?! I practiced for that!” – “Well, this girl doesn’t. Why would I appreciate a guy taking forever and leading to more work for me? It can get tiresome you know!”. He looked a bit taken back at that. “Ooh…” – “What do you do to postpone your ejaculation?” – “Trying to think of different things, unsexy things” – “Why the fuck would you do that?! I’m doing my best here and you’re trying not to like it?!” We actually got into a bit of a fight, although Tim quickly bowed down. “Okay, okay, I get your point, sorry okay? But it’s not only that. I’ve learned from other guys in high school to edge when masturbating to prolong your stamina.” – “Really?” – “Yeah…” I originally planned to start giving Tim a bit of experience but now I started to doubt that decision. I didn’t feel in control anymore. I needed to regain it, even though that thought process was subconsciously.

“Look, I don’t mind helping you out more often and give you a bit of experience along the way. But you’ve got to get quicker. We can work on that together and with enough practice I believe you can get more like normal boys. But you have to start letting yourself go and stop edging when masturbating. Actually, let’s quit with the porn and try to ejaculate without. In fact, perhaps it is better if you don’t masturbate at all for a while.” Tim remained silent, seemingly in deep thought. I remembered he had feelings for me and decided to use that a bit. “You said you only needed my hand, right? Then prove it by not masturbating and I can help you twice a week as long as I see progression. If you get consistently under three kayaşehir escort minutes, you can see me naked again.”

Why was I putting so much effort in him? Usually when a guy didn’t fit, I would just end it and not have any sexual stuff with him anymore. For some reason I tried to make a project out of Tim. In hindsight I already liked him more than I wished to admit. – “Okay. So if I would cut off masturbation, you would give me handjobs regularly?” – “In the end, yes.”

Although this time he went home right after our talk, the next few times we met in my room were more like small dates even if we didn’t call them that. If it was later in the day I cooked for the both of us and we ate together, if we met earlier in the day (usually on Tuesdays when the classes ended earlier) we talked for a few hours or watched a movie together. That was always preceded by a handjob and to be fair, they got quicker by a lot. I think his lack of masturbation and stopping holding himself in played the biggest part in that. Where his first handjob took a long time, probably about 20-25 minutes, we got to consistently less than 10 right away. To drop that number even more, I tried my best to make them as arousing for him as I could and after a while I showed him elements of my body (in the end mostly my vagina and my breasts by removing my top or bottom clothing) which helped a lot.

Although the aim was to get below three minutes we only timed once in a while. I had a good feeling on what was a good and a bad session in that regard and that was enough for me. It wasn’t about the specific time, it was about getting him quicker, which ended up as a great challenge and project for the both of us. I’m not sure if he actually stopped masturbating and watching porn but I didn’t mind that much, as long as we had a great time together.

More importantly our dates got better too. Tim completely lost his shyness around me and I started growing fond of him more and more too. Our late night talks got less sexual, probably because he stopped masturbating during our chats, but more serious. Our values aligned and he was as much a participant in the conversation as I was. We started doing things together ever so often and started spending most of our breaks together.

Then I read about triggers. If someone would concentrate on a specific thing (an image, a smell, a sound, etcetera) when shortly before orgasming, that became something they got into and should speed them up in that regard. Think of it like Pavlov’s bell that made the dogs drool, except instead of making dogs hungry, I would make a guy horny. As he got a lot quicker over time, I started unclothing myself for the handjobs most of the time, even though we probably weren’t at the 3 minute mark yet. I told him about the trigger method and I proposed using my pubic hair/vagina as a trigger, as that was already a kink of him and it was something that he wouldn’t see out of a sexual context (as to prevent “accidents”).

As we went on for longer we also started differing more in positions. Instead of mostly sitting, we alternated by lying down or with me sitting on top of his legs. We even got to do it secretly at a few semi-public locations, in which his speed greatly helped in achieving that before anyone noticing. On rare kaynarca escort occasions I blew him, especially to catch his ejaculate when we had nothing to clean with. But the biggest step was that I started allowing him access to my vagina so he could reciprocate.

I still was a long way from curing my vaginismus, even though I was now more motivated with my exercises with the prospect of deflowering him. Despite that I let him pleasure me orally, as the first guy in years. He did remarkably well for someone with no experience in that field and after following some instructions he actually got me to orgasm most of the times. It was a bit funny, while his times got quicker and quicker and I had to do less and less work, he started to spend more and more time on my pleasure. As the trigger method dropped him to around the 2-3 minute range, he licked me for 15-20 minutes after. The dominant side of me actually liked that.

Although I didn’t stop completely with the handjobs to other guys, it got to be less and less. We didn’t discuss exclusivity, I knew I was the only one for Tim anyway, and I liked that. Although I wasn’t telling him proactively about it, I wasn’t keeping it secret either. He often asked me about my other exploits during his biweekly handjob and when I told him about them, he got aroused over the thought ever time. Looking back it made sense towards the kinks he ended up having. That would be later discovery though.

After he asked me about our status and I admitted having feelings for him too, we made things official as being in a relationship and although we didn’t discuss it explicitly, I broke things off with other guys. As Tim became my boyfriend we were together more often and our biweekly handjob turned into a more elaborate sex life. Still, for him that was exclusively through quick handjobs, which were practical for me too. In previous relationships I had periods in which I was less in the mood, now that difference in sex drive was solved with a quick easy handjob that wasn’t so energy draining or time consuming. Sometimes at a party or when we went swimming, guys used to get overly attached, now I could just give him a preventive handjob before that. I was used on getting my way with my practical outlook in sex in general and handjobs in particular from my more casual encounters. Still I didn’t anticipate having it that way in a relationship too.

Despite all that, I kept being worried about my vaginismus and inability of having penetrative sex. He could tell me constantly that he didn’t need that, or want that, but only one small remark on his regrets on being a virgin brought me back completely. Then again, the vaginismus was probably the reason we could have it like this. Were other guys would have known what they missed, he only knew the difference between his own hand and my hand. It’s like most guys with anal: most guys have never had it and if you never had it, you don’t know what you miss. If you had it and you liked it, that can get a point of contention in a relationship if the other doesn’t want to do that. But since my new boyfriend didn’t know about the sensations of penetrative sex he already appreciated the difference in having a sex life to no sex life at all. Sure, he desired to stop being a virgin anymore but that was probably more of a guy insecurity than actually wanting to feel penetrative sex. Or than actually needing it. What if I got cured from my vaginismus, would starting to have penetrative sex actually be in my advantage? Why change a winning formula when we have it perfect the way it is? That got me thinking…

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Dominated by My Niece Ch. 02

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[This story includes caning and bodily functions, so if those topics bother you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.]

I did get used to living at Jenny’s house. I came to appreciate her generosity and kindness. After all, I was a widowed aunt to whom she hadn’t been especially close, and she had no obligation to take me in. Yes, I could’ve lived on my own, but it was far more exciting–as well as embarrassing at times–to live with Jenny.

Jenny’s partner, Glenda, was also in her early 30s, while I was more than ten years older than both, at 44, but getting closer to 50 every day. Glenda was a delightful housemate, pretty and friendly. Jenny was nice, of course, but being a powerful executive, she tended to get to the point fast. Glenda was tall and rangy, while Jenny was slighter, although not at all petite. Glenda did not tend to dress as well as Jenny did for work, probably because Jenny was a high-flying executive.

Glenda had formerly been responsible for doing the tasks I was now assigned around the house. When I hadn’t done something right, she did discipline me, not as hard as Jenny would have, but it still hurt me, physically and psychologically, though I did learn from her that Jenny spanked her, too. They were partners in love, but Jenny was the one in control. I suspected that Jenny had shown Glenda just how to administer a caning.

Glenda did give me one that morning, because I hadn’t taken proper care in making the beds. I did also find a pair of Glenda’s panties next to the bed and was surprised that they were stained, with, as I put it to myself, pee, poop, and period stains.

I boldly showed them to Glenda, who took on a much sterner expression and told me that it was not my place to embarrass her. She ordered me into the bedroom where she sat herself on a chair at her dressing table and patted her lap to signal to me to lie across her lap. She started spanking me hard and it began to hurt very soon.

You should understand that I am caned regularly by Jenny and sometimes when I was being supervised by Karen, the attractive neighbor girl, all of 18, who had been delegated to watch me by Jenny. Karen, I had learned, could be quite sadistic despite her youth. She caned me severely, and when she was angry with me, had me lie on my back in the bathtub as she perched her bottom above my face and did her business on me: sometimes she and Jenny did that even when they weren’t angry with me

Yet Karen too had a loving side and when her boyfriend Dennis visited, as he usually did when Karen was babysitting me, she invited me into the bed with Dennis and her.

I was grateful to her for her kindness and her obvious self-confidence because she was pleased to satisfy Dennis’s incredible libido by allowing him to have sex with me while she watched, and then to permit me to observe the two of them as they enjoyed truly thrilling lovemaking sessions.

This did revive my own sexual desires, although there wasn’t much occasion for me to satisfy them except when Karen let Dennis fuck me.

Glenda in the end didn’t give me that long a spanking and apparently had decided not to cane me. Underneath her crisp exterior, she was gentle and kind. In her own way, so was Jenny. After all, she hadn’t had to take me in when my husband left me. Her mother, who was my sister, had passed away several years ago, and I had not been close with either Jenny or my sister.

After the spanking, Glenda took me in her arms and hugged me and gave me a sweet little kiss on my lips. I told her I was sorry for making such hurtful comments to her earlier about her panties. This time, though. she looked like she was going to cry.

“Sometimes, Debby. I do wait too long to get to the bathroom,” she confessed. “This is really embarrassing but that’s why my panties get stained. It really is awful for a woman my age, and I’ll admit to you that Jen gets terribly upset with me and canes me if she sees my panties are dirty.”

I said softly that I hadn’t meant to embarrass her and that I had been a naughty girl. It was still early, and Jenny was unlikely to come home until later. Glenda grinned and asked me to come into their bedroom with her. I hoped she wasn’t going to spank me again, but she held my hand and sat me down on the bed.

She then took me in her arms and began hugging and kissing me. She began to disrobe me, too. I decided that I didn’t really have any problem with what was happening, so I let her unbutton and unzip me and soon was in just my bra and pants. She pointed to my shoes and obviously wanted me to slip them off, along with my socks.

Then she stripped down from her work clothes and was also in a pink bra-and-panty set. Glenda has nice boobs and I liked getting to see them when she unhooked her bra and took it off. I moved in and kissed her nipples and caressed them too with my fingers. She reached over and unhooked my bra and soon she was playing with my already aroused nipples.

She had me karasu escort lie back on the bed and she put her thumbs in the waistband and slowly slid my panties down. Glenda was surprised to find me shaved down there, and I quickly told her that that was Karen’s idea.

“That girl gets too big for her big-ass britches,” Glenda observed coolly, and she slipped her own undies down and off. I saw that she had a nice dark auburn bush and she seemed to welcome my moving my head between her legs and finding her slit to lick under the fronds. This got her going and I began to push my fingers inside her already sopping pussy. I was at the same time licking her labia and clit and she was moving much more quickly.

I figured it would be fun to bring her off, so I pushed a finger down further and into her tight little anal opening. This was like flicking the switch because she began to breathe heavily and move her torso as I now moved my fingers on one hand in and out of her snatch. They were suddenly soaking, not from her arousal, but from the squirting that accompanied her major orgasm.

After she had started to come down from that lovely cum, she took me in her arms, and I hugged her. I was getting to like Glenda a lot because she was down to earth and didn’t have pretensions like my niece Jenny, nor was she as sadistic as Karen, the 18-year-old neighbor.

I kissed her a lot. Soon, I felt her fingers invading my vaginal opening. I lay back on the bed and she was getting me heated up in no time. I enjoyed the stimulation as my insides were quickly at the boiling point. She pulled my trigger by pressing into my bottom with her finger. I came harder than I ever had or knew that I could. It was exciting. I also felt incredibly wet in my puss.

Glenda saw how wet I was and referring, I think, to her own squirting, chuckled and said we both would need a shower to clean out our cunts before we put any panties back on.

“I may let you check me out sometimes to see if I’ve been a naughty girl and made stains in my undies,” she said. “Would you be willing to wipe me, by the way, after I…um, used the toilet?”

She could see that I was surprised because my face was quite red.

I rallied from reacting to that surprising comment and slowly answered her, “I’d love to be close to you like that and help you if you wanted me to.” Then I kissed her again. I think it may have moved her because she responded by apologizing to me for spanking me earlier.

“I think I was the naughty one, not you, Deb,” she confessed. I just took her in my arms and held her tight and told her she was such a nice person.

“Even after I spanked you, you feel that way?” she asked with a confused look on her face.

“Yes, darling,” I said. “I know you’re Jen’s partner, but I think you’re kind. I deserved the spanking, yes, for not doing my job right but even more for embarrassing you. You made me feel so good by asking me to get so close to you by wiping you in the bathroom.”

“Let’s get cleaned up,” she said briskly, leading me to the ensuite bathroom she and Jen had adjoining their bedroom. We walked in and she adjusted the large shower stall, in which we could both fit easily. Glenda then went in first and let me join her slowly.

She took soap and applied it to me, all over, including my boobs and in between my legs. She even poked a soapy finger up my asshole, which felt good. I reciprocated and soaped her up. I did include her pussy and pressed a little into her bottom but not as pointedly as she had into mine.

We rinsed and dried each other off. Then without saying anything, Glenda sat down on the toilet and let fly. I could hear her powerful pee stream and now I needed to pee too. In fact, my need was getting to be a pressing one. I told her shyly that now I needed to pee, and she grinned and said that I could do that as soon as she was finished.

But I then heard her fart a few times and make those other bowel sounds as I could see her pushing out a bowel movement. It must have been a big one because she was pushing and relaxing for a while. Finally, she said she was done and stood up.

I rushed onto the seat just as my urethral sphincter opened and my pee poured into the bowl. I could see her huge doody in there and I smelled it too as my strong pee stream pelted it. My pee tailed off and I quickly wiped myself and asked her if I could wipe her now.

She turned round and bent over away from me with her bottom facing me and spread her legs quite widely. I was staring at her asshole but took some toilet paper and managed to wipe her the right way, starting up front and pulling the tissue right through her furrow. There was plenty of pee on the paper and I had felt some fecal residue as I wiped through her rear and pressed into her rear hole.

I took the soiled paper and flipped it into the toilet and went ahead and flushed. Then I realized I needed to wipe her again, so I was certain I had gotten everything. karatay escort I did just that and the paper had faint traces of shit on it as I dropped it into the toilet and once again flushed.

“You should be ready to put your panties back on,” I said with affection, and she looked at me, first wondering, I think, at my daring, but then appreciating my concern.

“Thanks,” she said very softly. “You’re a good friend now, Deb,” she went on to say. “I do love Jen, but I like you a lot. I think I can learn from you, too.”

I was happy to have made a friend, even if my ass was red and sore. I realized that at my age, I wasn’t as resilient when Jen, Glenda, and Karen were taking turns beating up on my bottom.

I decided to go for broke and asked her if Jen could be difficult to live with as a partner.

She hesitated for just a second and then told me, “She can get upset easily if she comes home and everything isn’t perfect here. I asked her what was going on once and she said that after everything she had to deal with at her office, she needed me to be a good support and even an arm to lean on.”

“I don’t regard it as prying on your part because you’re living with us now,” Glenda said. “It’s sort of crazy when it’s her time of the month because she is incredibly hot and horny, but also liable to go off on me if everything isn’t just right. I’m telling you this so that you watch what you say during that time with her. She doesn’t even let me come into the bathroom when she’s cleaning herself up then or changing a tampon.” Glenda made a quizzical face.

“I hope I’m not embarrassing you,” she hurried to add. “I realized I should have known first whether you still get your period before I went into all that.”

I nodded affirmatively.

“OK,” she smiled. “You’re one of the girls. I’ll let you know when she’s on. I don’t get so crazy when I get mine.”

I couldn’t remember when I had ever had this kind of conversation with anyone, not even with my girlfriends. I did remember when my sister got her period and my mom had to explain to me what was happening since Harriet was three years older.

I also understood about Jenny’s being hot and horny at that time of the month. That’s just the same with me. For all those years, my husband studiously avoided sex with me when I was on, because he couldn’t abide the bleeding. Soon, in about a week, I got my own period.

I didn’t tell anyone, figuring that this was something that they might leave me alone about. But one morning when Karen was supervising me, she took down my panties to spank me for some oversight. She saw my string and giggled. I asked what was so funny.

I told her about my conversation with Glenda and how it turned out that Jenny gets horny too during her period, just like I do. Karen laughed. I asked her what she thought was so funny about what I had said. She became much more composed and spoke very quietly, which was quite a change for her.

She told me that she had almost always had painful periods, so she had absolutely no interest in sex then. I told her I felt bad for her because having painful periods was certainly something no one should have to endure.

She thanked me, which was a pleasant change in her usual attitude toward me. We briefly discussed the several ways to deal with the pain. Then she looked at me with what looked to me like desire, or at least, appreciation.

“Debby,” she said, “you must have enjoyed being with Dennis when I let him have sex with you.”

I smiled and told her I was very appreciative of her kindness and yes, it was wonderful, and I also admired how she made love with him, which she was nice enough to allow me to observe.

“I’m ok with his fucking you again if you’re up for it,” Karen said warmly. “He loves having it off then, you know, during my period, but I can’t bear it. Since you like it, and he likes it, I’d enjoy seeing you two go at it if you’re willing. What day are you on?”

I thought this was wild but heck, why not?

“I’m on my second day,” I said. I’d never discussed this kind of thing with anyone. “This is my heaviest day and I usually wear a backup pad. If he would enjoy me at this time, well, it’s weird, I’m here for you and for him.” I giggled and added: “and for me.”

Karen smiled and punched a number into her cell phone. She didn’t say much but then after she finished, “He’s on his way over. It’s mid-afternoon so no one else should be around. I hope you enjoy this. And you’ll be pleasing me because he’ll be happy with me for setting it up.”

I looked at what I was wearing: a simple set of separates. Not bad, I said to myself, a nice navy blouse and paler blue shorts, with espadrilles. Yes, 40ish, I admit, but still ok. I looked at Karen as I pulled up my panties and shorts. I wanted to look put together at least when my bed partner arrived.

Dennis showed up in about a half hour and after greeting his girlfriend, had a lovely kiss for me. Karen karlıova escort thanked him for coming over and escorted us to my bedroom. She decided she would help me take off my clothing while Dennis stripped down. He was tall, over six feet, and lean. Not all that much hair but a very enticing large cock and ball set. Sandy hair that had blond streaks–looked like sun, not peroxide.

When I was down to my panties, Karen had him come over and take my hand to lead us to the bed. I lay down but Dennis said, “No, you’re going to be on top.” So, I moved over and let him lie down on his back. Then I mounted him.

Karen enjoyed playing a part in this escapade she had engineered. She had prepared the bed with two large towels. Then she sat on the bedside and reached down to grasp my tampon string and gently pull it so the tampon just eased out, the way a woman who had plenty of experience would do it, not yanking it out, like most men would tend to do it, given the chance.

I felt exposed because I do have a heavy flow the second day. But Karen helped me position myself, so I lowered my torso onto Dennis’s rampant cock. It did feel a little strange as I moved onto it. It went deeper and deeper inside me. I thought that this may have been the first time I was ever on top in sex. I did take to it. So, I began riding him and I just loved that nice cock moving in and out of me. I almost forgot I had my period.

I was feeling so good that I didn’t bother to look down at the moving parts. Karen was becoming a wonderful friend even if she had shaved me and caned the hell out of me. She was destined for an open marriage because she seemed to enjoy watching her man fuck another woman. She must have figured I was not real competition for her, and having seen her go at it with Dennis, I certainly would confirm that she was a hot number.

I finally let myself look down and saw the dark red streaks on Dennis’s cock as it pistoned in and out of me. I wasn’t squeamish about my menses, and I now was certain that Dennis wasn’t either, but this was something I’d never seen before. It seemed strange to me that I had never previously had sex while menstruating. I usually extracted my tampon and let it drop right into the bowl. It had just been a bodily function–one that, thinking of Karen, I was lucky to have had little issue with.

Dennis was warming me up plenty. The feel of his cock fucking me in this position was absolutely heavenly. If I dared to glance to the side, I saw Karen focused sharply on our copulation. I thought to myself that she probably got off herself on watching us. I felt myself increasingly aroused and close to popping. Then I felt Dennis spurt deep inside me and that was enough to bring me over the top.

I wasn’t thinking straight about that because I was already on top. Dennis slowly withdrew and rose to hold me tightly in his arms and kiss me softly. Then I rolled slowly off his firm torso and managed to land on my back and still on the towels Karen had so carefully positioned on my bed.

I felt so good even if I had been the beneficiary of the desire of another woman. Dennis knew that he had to perform once again with gusto, but his ardor was strong enough that he was up to the challenge–when I glanced at him as he stood up, his lovely cock was once again standing up too.

He absented himself and I knew it was to go to the bathroom and clean himself off from my red flood. When I looked down between my legs, my menstrual flow was mixed with his cum in a softer red rivulet that seemed paler than my dark-red effluence. When Dennis returned, I managed to clasp one of the towels between my legs and make it into the bathroom where I carefully sat myself on the toilet so as not to drip onto the floor.

After cleaning myself–not douching–I plugged myself and happily went back to my bedroom. In the meantime, Karen was hugging Dennis and he was feeling her up. It was so cheering to see them so enraptured with one another. I felt that Dennis’s screwing me was a perfect first course in his banquet of enjoyment.

Karen was now on her back on my bed and Dennis was between her legs licking her split joyfully. I couldn’t help admiring her youthful full breasts with big, pointed nipples and her flaming red hair–on her head, that is, as her pudendum was shaved in the manner of most of today’s young women.

He had her rocking now as he teased her clit with his tongue. Soon he had brought her off and she must have decided that the cowgirl stance had worked very nicely for me. She easily slid onto Dennis’s speedily-revived cock and while she did move up and down, soon she let him do the work of propelling his prong into her cunt as he moved up and down. She did hold herself up on her strong arms and had the pleasure of his caressing her breasts and suckling them, too.

They were truly conjoined. I marveled at her confidence and ability to continue in this personal intimate manner while I was observing them go at it. It was exhilarating for me, and it made me feel much younger, if not as youthful as they were. There was no missing Karen’s series of powerful orgasms that shook her as they continue their exertions. Dennis must’ve spurted inside her because he was beginning to slow down.

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Dramatis Personae

Akira — Wife

Giles — Husband

Snow — Puppy girl

Betty — Black German Shepherd.

Emiko — Akira’s younger sister

Selina — Akira’s secretary

I wrote this 4-part story after attending a workshop on the role of kink in healing trauma. I left the workshop frustrated, feeling kink could be more constructive in healing soul wounds than the teachers thought.

Please read Part 3 before reading this story.

***

Brian sat in his favorite leather armchair, nursing a snifter of Dartigalongue Armagnac: swirling it around the glass to savor the rich nutty aroma. Four different people had phoned him this evening to tell him he should be in Court Room 2 tomorrow morning. They wanted him to hear his protégé’s closing arguments: two of the callers sounded upset, and two sounded excited.

He’d told Akira she shouldn’t take the case as the plaintiffs were bound to prevail. The case was purely to limit the damages paid by the defendant Akira represented. She had fiercely insisted on ignoring his advice. Tomorrow he’d find out why people were buzzing.

***

The plaintiff’s attorney had finished his closing argument. Brian noticed that he unexpectedly looked anxious for a man with a supposed slam-dunk case.

Akira rose, “Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, there definitely has been fraud here.”

There was a sharp intake of breaths around the room.

“But it was not perpetrated by the defendants. You have just witnessed a case so badly prepared by over-confident attorneys that it would be a fraud to expect the plaintiff to pay their fees. These attorneys called witnesses who had been so badly prepared they fell apart when questioned; it was simply embarrassing. In my opinion, their behavior should be reported to the Georgia Bar.”

The judge interjected, “Just a minute, Ms. Jones, that’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?”

“With all due respect, your honor, if a case this sloppy had been prepared by one of my unpaid interns, I would have called security to have them thrown out of the building.”

The judge sighed, “Sadly, I find it hard to disagree, Ms. Jones.”

Akira continued, “Let me start with the asserted case as it was presented to you.”

Akira demolished each argument that had been put simply because the other side was so confident of winning that they hadn’t prepared for her onslaught. After her closing argument, it only took the jury two hours to reach a verdict.

The judge reassembled them and asked for forewoman if they had a unanimous verdict. They indicated they did.

The forewoman said, “we find for the defendants but decline to award costs.”

Brian shook his head; no wonder people had been buzzing; that had been a cold-hearted clinical demolition of the other side. He saw the CEO of the plaintiffs walk to their attorney and say something sharp before turning and walking towards him. Brian already knew him from the chamber of commerce.

“Hi Brian, I just fired our attorneys from a $10 million account. We need new legal representation.”

Brian looked quizzically at him, “Wouldn’t that be a conflict of interest?”

“I don’t think so. We have no desire to relitigate this issue. Obviously, no large Atlanta company should risk going to court without Amritzi-Morgenstern on their side. Let’s talk next week.”

Brian walked out with Akira, “My office, 9 am tomorrow.”

As they came down the courtroom steps, they could see the plaintiff’s CEO speaking to the local press. As soon as Brian reached his car, he retrieved the phone number he’d been given at the party and phoned it.

“Hi, Emiko, it’s Brian. We need to talk.”

***

Friday evening came, and Giles set off after dinner to go to his training course. Akira wasn’t expecting Emiko to get there till 10 pm, so she had plenty of time to have a relaxing bubble bath. She wanted to surprise her sister by greeting her as Snow.

Snow heard the key in the door; she quickly sat on her haunches with her paws up in front of it. Emiko walked in, expecting to see her sister.

“Snow!”

She knelt to cuddle the Golden Lab puppy.

“I love you; I love you; I love you. Thank you so much for being here to greet me. Am I sleeping in your bed tonight?”

“Aarf.”

It was already late, so Emiko made them two cups of tisane. She poured one of them into Snow’s Pyrex bowl. As they sat in bed drinking their nightcaps, Betty jumped up on the king-size bed to join them. It wasn’t long before Emiko and two dogs were sound asleep. She had to force Betty to move from between them, so she could spend the night with an arm around the Snow, enjoying the feeling of the rich fur against her skin.

After feeding Snow a chopped-up western omelet in her bowl for breakfast, she still couldn’t get used to seeing her normally dominant older sister eating submissively from a bowl on the floor. After breakfast, they settled down to play puppy games.

Around 10 am, Emiko felt her phone buzz and looked at a new message.

“Just a second, Snow, I kars escort want you to sit. Good girl. Now stay!”

Snow heard the front door open and close but no other sounds. Emiko poked her head around the door.

“Snow, I’ve done something you are not going to like, but it is something you need.”

Snow looked at her warily. Then, Brian, her boss, walked in. Brian was the one person in the whole world she most wanted to avoid knowing about Snow. She started to growl, but Brian stopped her.

“Hello, Snow. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you since the garden party. Don’t be mad at Emiko. I’d told her finalizing your promotion was on hold until I understood why you had changed so much. I’d begun to fear you were using cocaine to make yourself sharper. She wanted to help resolve the misunderstanding.”

“Emiko told me how your counselor said you needed time where you were forced to give up being in control every minute to allow your brain to rest. She told me that you and Brian had started using cosplay and that you had a Golden Lab fur suit.”

She clarified that you did not talk in cosplay, and I should not expect you to say anything while I’m here. She also said that it was imperative for me to keep your Snow persona at home and Akira in the office separate, OK?”

“Now that I know what’s behind the changes, I’ve already released your promotion to be finalized. Emiko asked if I wanted to meet this cosplay persona of yours because of the startling effect it has had.”

Snow looked backward and forward between them, shook her head, and gave a very human sigh. Brian felt awkward standing with Snow on the ground, so he plonked himself down on the sofa:

“Snow, please come and join me.”

Brian had expected Snow to get up on two legs, walk over, and sit next to him like a normal person. He looked quizzically at Emiko when Snow padded over on all fours, lay down on the sofa, and put her head in his lap.

“Yes, she can be kind of OCD about Snow behaving like a dog.”

Purely subconsciously, Brian did what he would do with any large dog and started scratching her behind her ears.

Emiko giggled, “Brian, do you realize you’re actually petting one of your female direct reports?” A look of sheer horror went over his face; Snow started giggling too.

“Sorry, I’m just teasing. No one from your office is here today. I would swear in court that all you did was pet our two dogs. Besides which, I think she likes it.”

“Snow, are you OK with this?” he asked nervously.

Snow snuggled her head against him and gave him a sigh of obvious contentment. Her fur was so gorgeous that he ran his hand down her flank, enjoying its feel. For a moment, he worried she might have a crush on him if she was OK with being petted. Then he understood.

“Snow, does Akira view me as a father figure?”

“Aarf.”

He petted her a while longer, wondering how much to say.

“After my wife and I had the two boys, we tried for another child, hoping we might get a daughter, but it wasn’t to be. If we had had a daughter, I hope she would have grown up to be someone like Akira. She is like a daughter to me.”

That earned him another contented sigh from the pup.

Emiko clarified, “neither of us grew up with a father. Our dad left not long after we were born, and we’ve never met him. Mom didn’t want anyone to become a father figure for us, so we can’t help looking for one. Can I get you a drink?”

“Bourbon, please, neat.”

Emiko came back with a glass of bourbon and a bowl of rosé for Snow.

Brian couldn’t help snickering as Snow awkwardly used her flat paws to lift the bowl to her lips. He still felt curious about how far she took her roleplay..

“Snow, I know you like playing with dog toys. May I watch Emiko playing with you?”

Snow shuddered; this was her boss, a Senior Partner in one of the most prestigious law firms in the country. She didn’t want to say no to him, and she desperately didn’t want to say yes.

She sighed, put her wine down, and bounded off the sofa. Padding over to her closed box of dog toys (which were kept separate from Betty’s as she slobbered all over hers), she used her teeth to open it and pick up a double looped rope.

She padded to where Emiko was sitting. She had one loop in her mouth, waggled the rope, and growled.

Emiko said, “Snow, you’ve got a new toy. I’ve not seen that one before. You want to play tug?”

“Aarf,” and shook it with her teeth again.

“Emiko, let me take this one. I like playing tug with my own dogs,” Brian interjected.

Akira just about died inside. Playing with Emiko while he watched was one thing but playing dog games with her boss was a different level of humiliation. She felt herself flood between her legs as the humiliation overwhelmed her.

Brian got down on the floor and grabbed the rope, tugging it lightly. Snow growled at him again just as Betty would and shook her head side to side as hard as she could to pull it free. Brian held on easily.

She thought karşıyaka escort about what Betty did and put her front paws out to push back from him while shaking it. Brian easily pulled the rope and her back towards him.

Without warning, he let go, so she fell back on her haunches and growled at him again but much more loudly. That had been mean. Brian burst out laughing at the outraged puppy and ruffled her the top of her head to placate her.

“Snow, thank you. It was lovely to meet you.”

“Emiko, when Akira gets home, I need you to tell her that we must ensure her cosplay can’t come back to bite her professionally. Next weekend, she and Brian are to come to the company Halloween costume party.”

“I want her to come in her fur, walking on two legs, and talking normally. I know she hates costume parties of any kind, but I require her to do this. You understand my reasoning, don’t you?”

Emiko thought for a moment, “Whoever gets their story out first controls the narrative. If she has been seen wearing a fur suit for a Halloween party, she can explain away any future sightings as goofing around to please her playful hubby.”

“Exactly right. I’ll make sure a photographer is there to get a picture of the two of them with my wife and me. That should make sure everyone knows it is just a fun Halloween costume.”

***

Brian sat reading the morning papers the next day. One of the front-page stories was the interview with the plaintiff’s CEO. Brian grinned when he read the CEO had called her ‘Akira, the Atlanta Assassin’ as if she was a superhero (or a supervillain). An attorney who was feared like that was a real asset to the company.

He was more troubled by the thought playing with Snow had aroused him, so he’d left hastily before the two girls could notice the bulge.

***

The afternoon of the Halloween party arrived. Giles could see his wife was as nervous as she had been on her wedding day. She was restless and driving herself crazy. They had only got Snow’s fur suit back from the dry cleaners the day before; the staff at the cleaners had looked disapprovingly at her. They probably assumed she was a furry.

He knew he needed to do something before she chickened out.

“Come and shower with me. I’ll soap you down first, then we’ll do something to settle you down.”

Akira stood under the hot shower. She had both the overhead rainfall and wall spray turned on to drench them. Giles stood behind her, soaping her down as best he could under the running water. He reached around to cup her breasts and pull her back snugly against him. He rolled then tweaked her nipples playfully before returning to soaping her. His hands made lazy soapy circles over her tummy. Her thighs were lathered into a rich, creamy consistency that felt so sensual to Akira. For Brian, it was just an excuse to let his hands roam all over the full length of her slim body, to make her feel connected, and him hard a rock.

When she seemed more relaxed, he turned her around to suck her water-drenched nipples. The cascading sheets of water ran over the soft curve of her slim chest into his mouth as he sucked them. His other hand played with the rivulets running over her other breast, adding to the sensuality of the soft shower drops.

He knelt in front of her shaved pussy and lapped her. Again, he got mouthfuls of water as it ran down over the curve of her belly, seeming to angle itself towards his waiting mouth.

He laughed and turned her around, so the wall shower was on her back. The overhead shower still made lapping her sweet salty-slit hard. Erotic stories always made shower oral sex seem so easy — it was only an hour later in the car he wondered why he hadn’t simply turned the rainfall showerhead off.

She put her hand on his head and pushed him back from her altar, “fuck me,” she moaned needily.

He lifted her 118 lb. body up and pressed her back against the shower. He lowered her onto his waiting cock. She was more than wet enough for him to slide right in. He wondered how much of that hot wetness was him soaping her down and how much was the impending sense of humiliation from being paraded in public.

He angled the wall showerhead towards her to keep the soft sensations of warm drops against her skin. She clasped her legs tightly around his waist as he humped her slowly against the wall. She was in a mood to let him do all the work this time; she clung to his neck as if her life depended on it.

When he felt her relax and breathe more freely, he sped up and started nibbling her neck forcefully. He gave her playful bites along her ears, then bent his head to suck the nearest nipple.

Driving her harder, he gyrated his hips to get more contact with her clit at the end of each stroke. Her face told him he was hitting all the right places inside her. He found the rhythm she was looking for and kept her there until she found her craved release. Her body pulsed and juddered. She whimpered as she dug her nails hard into his back, pulling his body kartal escort more tightly into herself. She wanted the intensity to last.

He hadn’t come yet, but he had to focus on her needs now, and she was too preoccupied to notice. He got out and dried himself off. He then turned off the water and helped her out of the shower. Grabbing a warmed towel, he dried her: taking care to gently caress her whole body as he did so. She called it a towel massage and loved being dried.

He carried her back into the master bedroom, where he had left massage oil warming over candlelight. He knew he still had an hour to knead those tense knots out of his beloved’s back and shoulders. Instead of their frequent pre-coital Swedish massage, she needed deep tissue.

His fingers ran from the top of her trapezius down the side of her neck. He could feel knots everywhere he touched along that stretch. He switched from oil to an Arnica cream to help soothe the muscles as he worked on each stubborn knot. When the muscles on the back and side of her neck felt freer, he continued smoothly along the back edge of her shoulder and out to the tension in her rotator cuff.

He came back to her neck and gently massaged her scalenes and SCM — that was where her stress often accumulated. They were also the most painfully difficult muscles to work on. Finally, he worked out the tension in her hip flexors; they were another point in her body where office work got to her.

After the massage, she felt much happier and went to the spare room to dress as Snow. She came back into the bedroom and giggled when she saw her poor husband taking care of his own needs with some body lotion and Kleenex.

“Giles Jones, what _are_ you doing? You know puppy doesn’t like you doing that,” she mock-scolded him. “You know your orgasms belong to me, don’t you? Move your hands away so your puppy can punish you appropriately.”

She padded up to him and licked his cock from the side of the bed. She clambered up onto their bed as he lay back and sighed. The sight of his wife as a puppy always made him horny.

Snow knelt between his legs and growled at him. Giles laughed at her. Snow growled louder with bared teeth. She then caused real momentary fear when she pounced on his cock with bared teeth. Just as her leap brought her canines to the head of his cock, she softened her mouth, so all he felt were the smallest delicate touches of her teeth up and down his cock, teasing him.

“Got you!” she grinned at him.

“Bad puppy! Puppies should not try to bite their owner’s cock.”

She looked bemused as he played along with it.

“Bad owner! My owner should not be wasting his orgasms on selfish release. He should always let his puppy know he needs release and trust his puppy to take care of it. Good puppies love having their owner’s cock in their mouth. Puppy loves the taste of her owner’s cum; it helps give her fur a lovely healthy sheen.”

She yipped at him and grinned.

Snow took his cock into her mouth sensually this time. Her husband stroked the fur around the top of her head; she was giving him the puppy oral sex he longed for. The sight of her slim body wrapped tightly in fur that showed every curve to perfection made him so hard he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Her tongue was obviously the same, but it subconsciously seemed rougher as a puppy and brought him off more quickly and intensely.

She was used to using her hands while blowing her husband. He liked her playing with his balls and wrapping her fist around his shaft to move in time with her mouth.

She withdrew her mouth and tried using her two paws to work his cock, but the feeling of the two stiff leather pads was clearly not doing anything for either of them. She wondered about standing over him on all-fours and using a paw to give him a puppy foot job. That would be a fun idea for another time.

Since Snow’s flat leather pads meant she couldn’t use them as hands, she took his cock back in her mouth and used the furry back of her paw to stroke him under his balls. He gasped; he’d never felt fur against the extra-sensitive skin at the back of his scrotum.

The sensation was too much for him as he quickly blew his load into her waiting puppy jaws. She lapped up his cum, cleaned him off, and gave him a happy “Aarf, Aarf.”

As he slowly deflated, Snow placed a sloppy puppy kiss on the head of his cock.

Despite this, he frustrated her by refusing to say what his costume was, and they were leaving in 20 minutes. When he reappeared dressed up, she burst out laughing. Trust her husband’s sense of humor. Just then, their Lyft driver arrived.

***

As they walked into the party fashionable late, the room stopped. No one had ever seen Akira attend any informal function before. The most feared attorney in Atlanta had walked in dressed as the most lovable and least feared creature possible: a Golden Lab. They were stunned. Those closer to her noticed her husband wore the uniform of an Atlanta Animal Control Officer and laughed.

Akira had always believed in power dressing at work, so none of the guys had been able to get a good look at her figure. Now she was walking through the room dressed in a skin-tight fur suit that showed every curve of her breasts, belly, and butt to perfection.

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Thursday

Once again, Carol knocked on George’s door the next morning, awakening him. Assuming it was her, he jumped out of bed in t-shirt and boxers and headed to the door to answer it. He did cautiously check the peep hole. Confirming who it was, he answered the door.

She greeted him with a big smile, noticing his morning wood tenting his shorts. “You look good enough to eat.”

He looked down. “Sorry. I’m off the menu.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means my mother ran into Ann in the elevator last night, and Ann told her about this well-equipped young man in the building who took care of her.”

“That stupid bitch. She does have a big mouth. I should have anticipated that. So, what does that mean?”

“It means no more. Oh, and by the way, kinky Jason Sheridan likes to watch his wife with another man.”

Carol’s eyes widened. “I had no idea. So, we couldn’t have a quickie right now?”

Shaking his head, George said, “Is there such a thing with you? I have to go to the college campus to take care of some things for next semester.”

Carol stepped closer and gave George a big hug. “Well, it was fun while it lasted.” She pressed her body close to his.

Of course, he could feel her magnificent breasts against his chest, not to mention she was rubbing her crotch against his growing cock. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“George, I’ve been with a few men in my lifetime. I’m not trying to brag, but none of them have filled me as you have. My two times with you have been some of the best fucks of my life. I don’t get opportunities anymore. You coming along was an answered prayer. So, please, just once more. It could very well be my last time ever.”

Talk about a tug at his heartstrings. How could he refuse that? Not to mention he could hardly resist one more time with her anyway. “Not here. Let’s go to your place.”

“Wonderful idea. Come in a few minutes.”

“A few minutes?”

“Since this might be our last time together, I want to make it special.” Carol smiled, rubbed his cock through his pants, and then departed.

George watched her leave, and even dressed normally, she was still as sexy as hell. She must have really been something in her younger days. He gathered what he needed for school, and then strolled slowly up to the fourth floor. At the door to 404, he was about to knock, but before his fist made contact, he noticed that the door was not closed completely. Pushing it open, he entered, looked around, but of course, Carol was not there, so he headed straight for her bedroom.

She was stretched out on her bed in only a fancy bra and matching panties.

George sat on the edge of the bed, taking her all in.

“Let’s not waste time,” she purred. “Come here.”

He crawled to her, and she reached out to grab his shirt and pull him to her. Cupping his face, she guided him to her until their lips met. It was their first kiss—strange what with all they had done—and it was delightful. Of course, with her, it would be.

George then gnawed at her nipples through her bra. She giggled, then pushed him up and started unbuttoning his shirt. He raised up onto his knees to remove his shirt the rest of the way. Carol sat up to place kisses on his abdomen and chest.

She then rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her butt. “You like my ass?” she asked seductively.

“You know it.”

“Then show me.”

Not certain what she wanted, he bent over and kissed her ass.

“Mmmm, that’s good. Show me how much you like it.” She spread her legs slightly.

Playing a guessing game, George pulled the elastic leg of her panties aside to expose her anus and pussy.

She again jiggled her butt and made her asshole wink.

He took that as another clue and dipped his tongue to her anus.

Another giggle. “Now, you’ve got the idea.”

So, she wanted him to tongue her rear. He kept it up and actually found it enjoyable. He spread her legs for better access.

Her moaning signified her enjoyment. But she didn’t allow it for long. She turned him onto his back to remove the remainder of his clothes. His dick was in her mouth in seconds. As always, she was the best.

Carol was on hands and knees, so he pulled her around to finger her pussy and ass. She was devouring his dick and it felt wonderful. She didn’t just suck. She also used her tongue expertly. Once completely lathered, she climbed onto him and fed his cock into her pussy.

And if he thought her mouth was wonderful, her pussy was even more satisfying. If this was to be their last time together, it would be unforgettable. His dick sliding in her soft, wet pussy was heaven on Earth. She rode him hard, like a jockey on a flying thoroughbred. Her speed continually increased, and looking up at her face, he could see the concentration on her features. Her intent was manifested when she started groaning, grunting, and moaning leading to the explosion of her orgasm.

Carol karakoçan escort continued to ride while she was climaxing as though attempting to squeeze out every ounce of pleasure she could. But she finally came to a disappointing end with a heavy sigh. She rolled off him onto her back beside him.

“Damn, that was good!” After only several seconds rest, Carol turned onto her front where her mouth came into perfect contact with George’s cock. She sucked all her own secretions off his rod, re-coating it with a heavy layer of saliva.

While that was exciting and immensely pleasurable, what she did next blew his mind.

Already on her hands and knees, Carol rotated around, shaking her ass at him. This, he took as her wanting it doggy style. But as he moved into position, she craned her neck around and casually said, “In my ass.”

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“I’ve never done anal sex.”

“You’ve never done most of what we’ve done. There’s a first time for everything. Now, hurry before the saliva on your dick dries.”

Grabbing his cock and pointing it at the target, George merely stared at her pink rosebud. He’d never really thought about doing anal. He had never had a strong desire to. However, as he continued to gaze at it, there was something quite alluring about it.

“You’ve done this before?” he had to ask.

“A time or two,” she responded with some annoyance. “If you don’t want to, just say so. I thought this would be our special ending.”

With a shrug, but also heightened excitement, George pressed the point of his dick against her butt hole.

“Go in slowly,” Carol instructed. “Even though I’ve done this before, it’s never been with a horse cock.

That caused him to chuckle, which also eased the tension a bit. So, he pushed gently, and with only the head of his cock in, he instantly noticed the tightness.

“Mmmm. Believe it or not, that feels good. Keep going.”

He forced another inch in.

“More,” she ordered.

Now, he gave more than another inch.

“Start pumping,” she told him.

He did, but only millimeters. As George had seen done in videos, he dribbled saliva onto his shaft, and with each thrust, he went deeper until he was all in.

“Oh, just hold still so I can feel you in me,” she said.

He halted, but that didn’t prevent his dick from pulsing.

“Mmmm, I feel that. I could probably come from just you doing that.”

“I probably could to,” he added in a groaning tone.

“But that’s not where the fun is. The fun is now when you start really fucking my ass.”

So, he started thrusting, slowly, moderately, because he didn’t know what kind of tolerance the rectum had.

Until she commanded, “Harder.” And a minute later, “Faster. Oh, yeah, that’s good.”

George couldn’t decide how much he liked anal—if at all. It was definitely tighter. It was soft, but he wasn’t sure it was softer than her pussy. He didn’t really think anything was that soft.

“Let’s move onto our sides,” Carol suggested.

George had to pull out to reposition. But on his side, he spit into his palm, spread it on his dick, and went back in with ease.

This position afforded more comfort, though it wasn’t necessarily easier.

Carol obviously loved it, if her moaning and grunting was any clue. She reached for George’s arm, pulling it around her, and planting his hand on her breast. Naturally, he fondled it and tweaked her nipple.

He did find that the more he pumped, she seemed to stretch out and it became easier, less snug.

“You going to come in my ass?”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” she responded eagerly.

“Can we change positions?”

“Of course,” she agreed. “How do you want to do it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay. How about this?” She reached behind her to push him back and out of her. Then she rotated onto her back and held her legs up in the air, presenting her pussy and ass to him.

Glancing down, her pussy looked more inviting, but he knew that’s not where she wanted it, so he spit in his hand once again and smeared it all over his shaft, drove it back in, and fucked her ass missionary style. This was eminently more appealing, more natural. For the fun of it, and because he could, he wet his fingers in his mouth and used three digits to finger fuck her pussy. His dick liked that.

Apparently, Carol did also. She moved her butt to meet his thrusts and grabbed his wrist to make him finger fuck her faster. In seconds, she was moaning much louder than her first orgasm.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes! Fuck, yeah! Mmmm, give it to me, George, give it to me!”

Regardless of where his dick was, looking down at this gorgeous woman with his cock buried in her body, and knowing he was providing her with an extraordinary amount of pleasure she might not get anywhere else was enough to stoke his embers. karaköy escort He started to feel the buildup, and he could tell it was going to be a good one. She’d already said how bad she wanted it, so he didn’t bother to warn her, and instead filled her ass with a hot load of cum.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m coming again!” Carol shouted. She was like a bucking bronco having an out-of-body experience. He’d never seen her have such an explosive response to coming.

He was about to pull out when he thought his balls were drained, but she grabbed his ass violently and held him there, even pulling him tighter as though she could force more of him up her butt. Finally, she let go and he pulled out.

Carol popped up like a jack-in-the box, jism dripping out of her rear. “That was amazing!” she exclaimed with more enthusiasm than he’d ever heard her express. “I had a vaginal orgasm and an anal climax at the same time!”

“Wow!” George said as though impressed; however, he had never heard of that and wondered if there was such a thing.

“Can you hang around? Let’s do it again,” Carol begged.

George looked down at his deflating cock. “I’m done.” Although, with Carol, he could probably work himself up for another round. But that would just be prolonging the inevitable. “I really have to go.”

But before letting him go, she hugged him tightly and gave him the most incredible wet kiss.

George was dumbfounded and, in a daze, as he dressed. Anal had never been a huge desire of his, but now, having done it had been another amazing first. And then, to have done it with Carol—of all women—made it extra special, which is why she said she wanted it that way. Something to remember her by—like he could ever possibly forget her, given all that she had done for him and with him.

Seeing his state of euphoria, Carol asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I think I’m better than okay. I’m glad you talked me into one more time.”

“Somehow, I don’t think it took much convincing.”

“No, you’re right. It didn’t. But, please. No one can know about this.”

“Okay. I understand. Can we still be friends? It can be platonic. You can, you know, come by if you just want to talk.”

George had to smirk at that. “Of course. Although, you’d probably be too hard to resist.”

“Me? Nah,” she said with a smirk.

* * *

Growing up, George didn’t get into very much trouble. At least, nothing major. He generally did what he was supposed to do. So now, to have been caught in not one, but three . . . transgressions . . . was actually quite . . . what? Hell, he didn’t even know what. And then, to give in to Carol one more time.

He shook his head at how pathetic that was.

Because of this, once arriving on campus, he merely wandered around the grounds wondering what to do with himself. He knew what he needed to do, but well, he was too busy lost in thought and pondering the current state of his life again. He’d done that last night, but came to no resolution on the roof, so, he merely roamed around the university.

A while later, endless walking brought George to the student union building. Of course, he’d been here many times. He now found himself at a community bulletin board. For no particular reason, mostly to pass the time, he stopped to look at it and read some of the unusual things students posted, again as he had many times in the past. A very attractive girl stuck a notice on it. Glancing at it, he saw that she was looking for a roommate.

“That’s risky, isn’t it?” he commented without thinking.

“Excuse me?”

They turned toward each other. She was very attractive.

“You.”

“Hi, Diane.”

“George. You’re a student here?”

“I am. Advertising for a roommate on a college bulletin board seems risky. You never know who you might get.”

“I’m a pretty good judge of character. Plus, there are ways to do a background check. Do you think you might be interested?”

“Me?”

She pretended to look around. With a giggle, she said, “Well, there’s no one else here.”

George perfunctorily looked around and realized the foolishness of his question. And then, suddenly, it occurred to him. “Yeah. Maybe.”

He let that notion gel in his mind as he dealt with his business on campus, and then, prior to going home, George met up again with Diane and went to see her apartment. It was a complex near the campus that catered to students. He was surprised that it had three bedrooms. He questioned that.

“When I rented this apartment, this was the only unit available,” Diane explained, “and I wanted to be in this complex. I have friends who were already living here and they said it wouldn’t be difficult to find roommates. They didn’t tell me that I wouldn’t want most of the students who would apply.”

“Who’s in the other room?” George asked.

“No one yet. Although, I’m trying to convince a friend to take it. Whomever signs up next gets to choose karaman escort their room.”

It was a very nice apartment, and George was instantly interested. The condo was on the other side of town, and this would save considerable time commuting; time he could otherwise use to study and do homework. This was, after all, his last semester. He provided Diane with the information she wanted, and she said she’d let him know in a day or so.

* * *

Karen arrived home at her usual time with some apprehension. George was preparing dinner once again.

He greeted her, but with a troubled expression.

She returned the greeting, observed him for a few seconds, and then asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he answered as though nothing was, but with a tone that suggested there was more to it.

“Then, what?”

After a deep breath, “So, I’m going to move out,” George told his mother, believing Diane would find no reason not to accept him. “I met a girl in the building here who lives on the second floor but has an off-campus apartment and needs roommates.”

“Have you, you know . . . been with her?” Karen had to ask.

“Been with her?” George had to smirk at her waltz around the question. “No, mom,” he responded with some annoyance. “I just met her yesterday.”

“You just met her and you’re going move in with her? That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”

“We’d just be roommates. I don’t have any other interest in her. And I think moving out is the only way I can concentrate on school and not, you know, what’s been going on here. I mean, I’ve already heard from Carol, Ann, and the Sheridan’s.”

“They want repeats?”

George nodded.

“But we’ve never lived apart,” Karen noted.

“It would have only been a matter of time. This is my last semester of college, and then I’ll be going out on my own.”

“So, why rush it?”

He shrugged. “I really need to concentrate on this last semester. The time I spend traveling, I could use on school work. And it would be like a dry run for being on my own.”

“I was hoping you’d find work here and stay here after graduation.”

He shrugged. “Well, that would have depended on where I got a job.”

Karen merely grimaced.

“Worst case scenario, I can always move back later on.”

“Worst case? Is living here that bad?”

“I’m sorry. Poor choice of words. No, I actually like it here. I just meant—”

“I know what you meant.”

* * *

The feeling Charles had when he and his mother finished last night carried all through the next day.

When Stephanie arrived home from school, she passed his room on her way to hers. “Let me drop my backpack and I’ll be back.”

“Hey, Steph, you mind if we skip today?”

She had turned away but whipped back around. “What? Why?”

With a forced grimace, Charles explained, “I was up late last night.” Which was the truth. “Working on my schedule for this semester,” he added for effect. “I’m really tired.”

“Oh. Okay.” Stephanie shrugged. “Well, I didn’t really want this to turn into a daily thing.”

“I agree.” But she still walked away disappointed. Nor did she think anything unusual when her mother did not come home as early as she had been.

Tracy did not question what the kids were doing—or not doing—when she did finally arrive. But she could tell that her daughter was put out.

“Charles was too tired from being up late last night,” Stephanie volunteered with obvious annoyance on her voice.

Tracy nodded her understanding, but also felt guilty at being the reason for his late-night fatigue. “I do seem to recall seeing his lights on late,” she said to maybe ease her daughter’s misery.

“What were you doing up that late?”

“Oh, uh, just getting some water,” she quickly thought to say. And then to quickly change the subject, “Let’s fix dinner.”

And then it became just another night at home.

* * *

Stephanie did attempt to visit her brother later at night, but he heard her coming and feigned sleep. He felt bad because his sister was so hot, and fucking her had been fun and satisfying, but he had a late-night visit of his own planned for later.

However, he had to wait later than he hoped until he was certain his sister was asleep. Unfortunately, by that time, his mother was asleep also. Peeking in the door to her bedroom, there was enough ambient light for him to enter and approach her bed to confirm she was sleeping. Her steady breathing convinced him, but he couldn’t help just watching her. She really was very attractive. He didn’t know why he had not noticed before.

The longer Charles stood there; he couldn’t help but gently uncover her to get a glimpse of her gorgeous body. She didn’t move, and he was surprised to see her wearing a short, dark nightie with nothing underneath. It was gathered around her waist, exposing her sweet pussy. The temptation was too great not to reach out and touch it. And that actually turned into tenderly stroking it. Getting carried away, he slipped a finger inside her.

He heard her whimper, but not awaken.

With his free hand, he stuck it inside his boxers to stroke his cock as he slipped another finger in his mother’s pussy.

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Chapter Three

Nieve and Lacey had lunch later in the week, whether in revenge or as something they’d already scheduled I never found out. Nieve came home in high spirits, carrying a couple of shopping bags into which she would not let me look. She went so far as to hide them somewhere to keep me from peeking. I checked the usual spots, but either she knew that I knew about them, or she had chosen one that I hadn’t found yet, because they stayed hidden.

She and Lacey were texting more than ever, and whatever Lacey was sending must have been fairly racy, judging from the giggles and blushes and furiously tapped out replies. I was getting plenty of texts from Lacey too, almost always when I was at work, and none that gave actual information. Just, “heh heh heh” and similar. I had started replying with an emoji chosen at random.

Friday night was our date night. Lately this had meant a bottle of wine and watching a movie at home. Sometimes there was ice cream. Usually there was sex. This Friday, however, Nieve apologetically told me that she was going to babysit for her sister. Since this meant that Saoirse would take our kids in exchange some other time, I agreed. It didn’t hurt that Nieve had run her hand over my chest when she told me and promised to make it worth my while.

Friday night came and Nieve left for her sister’s. She had snuck out to the car earlier with one of the shopping bags she’d hidden, and I wondered exactly what she was planning.

Lacey texted me shortly after Nieve was gone. “u up?”

“It’s 7p. Ofc I’m up.”

“nieve not home?”

“Sister’s.”

“heh heh heh”

“What are you two doing for Saturday?”

“heh heh heh”

“ive got a week left still!”

“?”

“4 r bet!” This made me shift a little, thinking about Nieve and her mouth.

“Seriously what are you planning?”

“planning to get u a 1st class bj”

I put my phone down. Clearly I wasn’t going to get anything out of Lacey. It buzzed a few more times that night, but checking the lock screen showed me that Lacey was just sending increasingly elaborate and obscene combinations of emojis.

Nieve came home late that night in a foul mood. I went to kiss her at the door and she turned away, presenting only her cheek.

“Okay, what’s this about?”

“Jeez! Why didn’t you check your phone?” she said, pouting.

“What’s on my phone?” I asked, and got no answer. I looked. “Oh. Okay, yeah. I’m definitely sorry to have missed that.”

Nieve had sent me another naughty picture. In this one she was pulling the front of her shirt down, showing off the tops of her breasts and her bra. It didn’t show quite as much as the first one, but the fact that she’d thought to send it–sober!–made it almost as arousing.

“You are incredibly gorgeous,” I said.

“What if I’d been in trouble?” she grumbled.

I did not mention that Lacey had been blowing up my phone. “I would have sensed it instantly because of our telepathic connection and raced over to save you.” Was that a hint of a smile?

“Huh. Well, next time I want you to answer RIGHT AWAY.” Apparently I was forgiven, since she gave me a real kiss and went upstairs to get ready for bed. I saved the picture and followed behind. I had been hoping for more than just a sexy selfie, but her demeanor made it clear that she was not in the mood, whether or not she’d forgiven me. I turned to face the other way and fell asleep myself.

—

Unusually Nieve was up before me the next morning. She was making breakfast when I came downstairs and hugged her from behind. She ground her ass against me and tipped her head back for a kiss.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning,” she purred. We stayed like that for some time, simply enjoying each other’s touch. “Coffee’s ready,” she said, disengaging at last.

Melly had a soccer game so she and Nieve left right after breakfast (Melly’s team won, 3-1). Kay and Ri had zipped out of the house after breakfast, both with sleepovers to attend. With an empty house, I busied myself outside, getting the garden into shape. The day passed the way some Saturdays do, full of little tasks that take more time than you expect.

After a quick dinner, Nieve went upstairs to get ready for her night out with Lacey. I had been given strict instructions to stay downstairs until I was summoned. After some time I heard my wife’s voice call out, “Okay. You can come up now!”

When I came into our bedroom I took a long moment to look her over. One of the challenges for a busty woman like my wife is that dresses that suit her bust are shapeless about the waist, and anything that hugs her waist simply can’t handle the size of her bosom. But she had clearly put some tailoring work into what she was wearing tonight (and now it was clearer what she’d been doing while she was babysitting our nieces; her sister Saoirse was a seamstress and had a complete workspace in her home). She wore a midnight blue sheath dress. It was sleeveless, and she’d tailored it to hug her body and while it wasn’t skin-tight, it certainly showed off her curves more than anything she’d worn in recent years. The high kapaklı escort neckline just served to emphasize her assets. Nieve pirouetted to show me everything. The dress was backslit, and her ass looked amazing.

“Your butt looks amazing,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said shyly. Then: “The dress doesn’t make me look….” she trailed off.

“It does not,” I said. “You look incredibly sexy. I’m envious that Lacey gets to go out with you and not me.”

“Well,” she said, “I guess you’ll just have to take me out soon, too.” She turned around again. “Zip me up?” I complied, kissing her between her shoulder blades as I did.

“Where are you two going tonight?” She looked far too good for the Golden.

“Lacey knows a place? She said that she could get us in?”

“Someplace fancy?”

“I guess. I’m worried that I’m going to be the oldest woman there.”

“You will certainly be the sexiest. I’m the one who should be worried.”

She kissed me, slipping in the tip of her tongue. “Flatterer. You’re sure the dress doesn’t make me look–” she paused, and I expected her to say, “fat”, but instead she finished, “–s-slutty?” She stammered a little as she said it.

“You look incredibly beautiful and not at all slutty,” I said. “Like I said, I’m envious of Lacey.”

“Well, one consolation for you is,” she said, “YOU’re the one who gets to take it off me later. You can think about that while I’m out.” She started putting her hair up. I sat on the bed and watched her hands deftly arrange her dark hair.

“I’m thinking about it right now.” A little pink showed on her face.

“Are you now,” she said.

“I am. I’m thinking about taking it off, and pushing you down on this bed.”

She got pinker. “Do you–” she hesitated, then tried again. “Do you wish I were, um, naughtier? Sometimes?” Her hands had stopped moving, and she was looking at me in the dresser mirror.

I took my time answering. Both demurring and pushing too hard would scare her away from that line of thought. And I wanted her to continue down it a ways further. To see that side of her again.

“I love the sex we have,” I said, truthfully. “And I love you. It’s very, very hot for me when you let yourself explore what feels good to you.”

She was red in the face now. “Like last time?” she asked, softly. “When I was touching myself for you?”

“Just like that.”

“So you like it when I explore. What feels good to me.” She repeated, confirming it to herself.

“I do. Do you?”

Her eyes closed. “I do. But… I don’t want… to be… wicked.”

I smiled a little at her choice of adjective. It was very Nieve. “Then don’t be wicked. Or be wicked with me.”

“Oh?” she seemed to come out of a little trance. “So you want to be wicked together?”

“I want us to feel good together,” I said. “A little wickedness seems to add spice to things.”

“It does,” she said. Her hands returned to their work. “Okay. But just a little!” She stuck out her tongue at me playfully.

She finished up her hair and came over to where I was standing to hug me, her cheek pressed against my chest. She stood on her tiptoes to raise her head higher.

“I like your heartbeat.”

I stroked her back, looking down at the nape of her neck. “You can hear it anytime.”

—

Lacey came, looking elegant not to say sexy in her little black dress, cooed over Nieve’s look, waggled her eyebrows at me and whisked my wife out the door. Nieve called, “I’ll text you when we get there!” as the two of them got into the car, giggling together.

Melly and I sat down to watch Spirited Away together before her bedtime. In a half-hour I got a text from Nieve: “were here!!!” to which I responded with a kissing face, and got three of them back. I went back to the movie.

It wasn’t until after Melly’s bedtime that I got another text. “call me?” I went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of wine, and called.

“Nieve?”

“Hi honey.” She sounded a little down. “Are things okay there?”

“Just tucked Melly in. You okay?”

“I don’t know.” I heard the sounds of traffic. “I needed to get away from all the… the noise, and the lights. I feel weird!” she blurted. “Like I’m not supposed to be here or something.”

“Is anyone bothering you?”

“No! Everyone’s been super nice!”

“And Lacey’s behaving?”

“I mean…” she giggled. “As much as ever, I guess? She’s on the dance floor right now with two guys that came over to hit on her.”

“Goodness,” I said. “You sure they weren’t hitting on you, too?”

“I have my ring on,” she said firmly. “Nobody’s going to hit on a married woman.” I considered my wife’s innocence for a moment.

“That’s good. So what’s the problem?”

“I just feel too old!” she said. “Lacey’s dancing with guys ten years younger than her, and drinking weird drinks with them, and they keep trying to get me to drink weird things and dance, and… I don’t know!”

“Love,” I said. “Do you want to drink weird things and dance?”

“I don’t know!” she said again. “It looks like fun, but….” A heavy sigh. “But I feel like maybe I shouldn’t?”

“It’s karabağlar escort fine, love. You’re allowed to have fun.”

“Hmmph.”

“Don’t do anything you don’t want to, okay? Chat with Lacey a little, take your time.”

“I guess,” she said. And then: “Do you ever wish I knew more about sex?” She whispered the last word, as if afraid someone would overhear.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“Lacey was asking me about… things you and I have done. And then she was laughing at me! And the guys started asking me questions and making jokes, and then laughing at me, too!”

“Listen, love. You’re the sexiest woman there. They’re just teasing you.” The guys? Who were ‘the guys’?

“How do you know? That I’m the sexiest woman here?”

“I guess I don’t. Maybe you should send me a picture.”

“Perv,” she said, and I could hear the smile.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah. I don’t think we’ll stay much longer anyway.” Softly: “Thanks.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

A little later I got a picture of her in her new dress. It must have been taken in the restroom. Her hair was a little unkempt compared to the neat updo she’d had when she’d left, and she had a bright smile on her face. My wife, I considered, was awfully cute.

—

Despite what she’d said, it was well after midnight when she got home. I watched from the kitchen window as she got out of the back of Lacey’s car, waved, and ran inside. I stood up to give her a hug, and she literally leapt into my open arms.

“Miss me?” I said, stroking her head. Her face was red and she was trembling. She gave a quick nod against my chest.

“Yeah. I missed you a lot tonight.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just–take me upstairs? I’m pretty wiped out.”

I carefully scooped her up and began to carry her up. “This is becoming a habit.”

“I like it,” she said, rubbing her cheek against my chest. “Makes me feel safe.” We reached the bedroom and I set her on her feet. She kicked off her shoes and looked at me with a little smirk. “Well?”

“Well?”

“Remember my promise? That you could be the one to take it off?” She turned and put a hand on her nape just above the zipper. “Get the light first?” she asked huskily.

“No.”

She giggled. “Bad boy! Go on and turn the light off so you can get me undressed.”

“Not tonight.” She turned to me, color rising in her cheeks. “I want to see that gorgeous body clearly tonight.”

“Love…” she whispered. “No. Please don’t make me.”

I came over to her, kissed her, ran my fingers along her nape. “Yes,” I breathed in her ear.

Her eyes closed in surrender. She slowly turned around to let me unzip her dress. “Yes,” she breathed as I took hold and pulled down, revealing her bare back in the light of our bedroom. I kissed her neck as I drew the zipper down.

“Good girl,” I said, and felt a little shiver pass through her. I licked at her neck with the tip of my tongue, tasting good clean sweat. “Doesn’t it feel good to do as you’re told?”

“Oh god… yesss,” she hissed, swaying on her feet. I pulled the dress off her, leaving her in just her bra, panties, and hose.

“Put your hands behind your head,” I ordered.

“Like this?” Her hands clasped each other behind her head. Her breasts were forced into even greater prominence, and I could see her hips rock up and down, as if she were already imagining us conjoined.

“Just like that.” I undid her bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Oh god.”

I reached around to caress her pale skin, feeling her nipples harden under my hands. I started gently, then began handling her more roughly. Her breath came faster, and she was making little moans, of protest or pleasure I couldn’t tell.

“Take off the pantyhose. And the panties.” She complied, her hands stiff with tension. “On the bed.”

For a long moment I simply looked down at her as she looked up at me. My beautiful wife, exposed. One arm was under her heavy breasts. She started to cover her sex with the other hand, then, as I watched, slowly took it away.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked quietly.

“Yes. God, love, you’re so beautiful.”

“Am I?” she murmured, as she were genuinely wondering about the answer. She ran a hand over her lips, her open mouth. “And I’m a good girl, aren’t I?”

“That’s right.”

“Am I?” she asked with the same tone as before. As if she wasn’t sure.

“You’re MY good girl,” I said. “Mine.” I knelt beside the bed and kissed her mouth. She opened it, hungry for me. Her tongue found mine and we kissed like teenagers, desperate and careless. I pulled away and kissed her neck. She was clawing at my back now, making little whimpering noises.

I moved my way down, from her pale neck to the cleft between her breasts. In the lamplight I could see the spattering of freckles there. I kissed a few of them, suckled at her breasts until she moaned, then continued down her soft stomach. I kissed her navel, hooked my arms under her knees and spread her legs. She hid her face with a hand, biting down on one of her fingers as I ran karabük escort mine through her soft hair.

“Open for me,” I told her, pulling her hand to that fragrant cleft.

“Love,” she moaned. “Please don’t look.” Even as she said that, she was using two fingers to spread her pussy for me. “Oh god. Oh god oh god.” I was licking along the sides as she opened herself further.

“More,” I said, before lowering my mouth to her once again. I circled her clitoris with my tongue.

“OH LOVE YES!” Her orgasm seemed to surprise her, and she jerked her hips and clawed at my shoulders as I continued to lap at her sensitive bud. “Oh god… oh love….”

With my arms still hooked under her legs I rose up and entered her with one smooth stroke. Her eyes bulged. She grabbed my ass and pulled me in even deeper. With her knees up almost to her shoulders, I pressed myself against her.

I was in no mode to go slow or be gentle. I thrust into her again and again, careless of whether or not I was hurting her, hearing her cries grow louder and louder until I drove myself into her and spilled there in her deepest part as she thrashed and screamed beneath me. She clenched her eyes tight shut and made a little mewing noises as I withdrew my softening cock. Wordlessly I got up and cleaned myself in the bathroom with a wet cloth. In the mirror I could see her watching me, her expression unreadable. After she had cleaned herself and come back to bed, she turned the light off, kissed me, and we fell asleep.

—

We overslept. The next morning was a tumult of getting the kids ready (Kay and Ri, having gotten no sleep whatsoever at their friends’, were grouchy when they weren’t falling asleep on their feet), forcing breakfast down throats when we got home, and then trying to recover some semblance of a productive day. I was out in the garden when Nieve found me. She had a fat sandwich on a plate, with home-made fries hot beside it. And a beer.

“You,” I said, “are a ministering angel.” I kissed her hard. She giggled and put the plate down so she could wrap her arms around my neck.

“I thought you might need some sustenance,” she said, and waggled her eyebrows at me.

“I certainly do.” I sat and began eating. “So you never told me about last night,” I said around a mouthful of roast beef.

She blushed. “What do you mean?” She flopped into a lawn chair next to me.

“I mean, what was the place you went like?”

“Oh! Well, it was… trendy? Kind of dark, with weird lighting. And everyone there was really young and… and stylish. The line to get in went almost around the block. And the drinks were ridiculously expensive!”

“Sounds about right. So you and Lacey got in okay?”

“Yeah, she knew the owner, I guess. And the bouncer-guy. So we got to skip the line, which was good, because I was NOT waiting that long outside. And once we got in she found us a little table and got the first round.”

“What’d you have?”

“Chocolate martinis!” She licked her lips. “I want to make them at home sometime. They were so tasty!”

“So you had a drink or two. And then?”

One of the challenges women as fair-skinned as my wife face is that their blushes are incredibly obvious. She had already turned a little pink when I’d brought up the subject of her night out; now, she was coloring all across her ample decolletage. “And the Lacey saw some guys I guess she knew? So they sat down with us and started chatting.”

“Some guys? These guys have names?”

“One was Trevor and the other was Geordie. Anyway, we talked for a while, then Lacey danced with the guys, and then she brought me home.”

There was clearly more to this story but the bright summer day, and the cold beer (and my cute wife in shorts and a tee) persuaded me not to push it. I let the subject be changed, and we talked about our garden plans and other inconsequentials while I finished lunch. It wasn’t until after dinner that the subject came up again.

I was sitting on the couch reading when Nieve came and plopped down next to me. I had been thinking how to bring up the subject of her excursion when she set her head on my shoulder.

“Honey? How does a threesome work?”

I put my book down. That was the last question I’d ever have expected my shy wife to ask. “I suppose it depends on if it’s two girls and a guy or two guys and a girl,” I said. “Why do you ask?”

She nuzzled into my shoulder to hide her face, mortified but apparently determined to see this through. “‘Cause I’m pretty sure that Lacey had one last night. After she dropped me off.”

This was interesting. When Nieve had gotten out of the back of Lacey’s car, I had assumed there was someone in the passenger side up front. Apparently there had been more than one other person in the car that night. “I think you’d better tell me a little more about last night.”

Bashfully, my wife gave me more details about her night out. Lacey had indeed called over the two guys–Trevor and Geordie–and everyone had started talking. The conversation had been fairly ribald, which had made Nieve uncomfortable, but she hadn’t wanted to be a spoilsport, and so had stayed at the table listening, even if she hadn’t contributed much to the talk. Reading between the lines, Lacey had turned the conversation that way. They’d started playing, “Never Have I Ever”, but had to stop because Nieve was getting too embarrassed even to speak.

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Kelsey had been doing pretty good after graduating from junior college. She’d landed a decent job with a promising California company two years prior and she’d been dating a coworker and that was looking good too. The tall and thin redhead fit in well with the Silicon Valley fashion scene and she rather enjoyed being able to pull off some of the more interesting styles. Back at home she was just called ‘skinny’.

Then the state government made some arbitrary environmental rules about some random thing and the next thing she knew her potential boyfriend was gone and she was out of a job. The possibilities of another job were remote as every firm in her field of expertise was either in retreat or facing bankruptcy.

The paltry savings she had didn’t last long and all too soon she had to give her car back to the bank, vacate her apartment, and then catch a bus to her mother’s new place in Newton County, Arkansas.

Newton County is in the Ozarks and actual towns are not really a thing there. “Root Hollow” was the unofficial name of the place where her mom Shauna landed after her divorce from Kelsey’s father. It wasn’t far from what was called the Ozark Grand Canyon so it was definitely beautiful even though few people lived there.

When Kelsey finally made it to Shauna’s place she walked up the steps and was greeted by a big man who was sitting on the porch.

“Howdy, you must be Kelsey! I’m Jim!” he said as he stood up and went towards her.

Kelsey figured this was her mom’s boyfriend she’d heard about.

“Hi!” she smiled and held out her hand.

The big man smiled and gathered her up in a bear hug. “Your momma told me you’d be along. She didn’t tell me how pretty you were, though.”

He said this in all sincerity and Kelsey didn’t mind.

Jim helped her get her two bags into a spare bedroom and then he got Kelsey a tall glass of iced tea. Sweet tea, really.

They sat and chatted for a couple hours and Kelsey got to hear all about how Jim and Shauna met at the Kroger grocery store where Jim worked in the warehouse. He was gregarious and friendly and Kelsey saw what her mother liked about him. He was the polar opposite of Kelsey’s stern, disciplinarian father.

Shauna came along after a while and greetings were exchanged and dinner was made. The evening conversation was incredibly pleasant and Kelsey saw even more of what her mother liked about Jim.

After the evening was over the couple retreated to their bedroom and Kelsey retreated to hers. The cool early fall air wafted in through the bedroom window guaranteeing Kelsey a comfortable sleep.

During the night she heard a rhythmic sound and it woke her up. She also heard her mother’s whispered voice. Between the thin walls and the dead quiet of the night Kelsey realized that her mother was getting fucked by Jim.

Even though she understood that her mother had moved on from an unhappy marriage it was still significant to her that Shauna was fucking someone other than Kelsey’s father. And from the sound of it Shauna was enjoying herself. After some time Kelsey could hear the two lovers reach their peak and then it was quiet again.

Jim was up and out the door for work well before sunrise.

In the morning Kelsey and Shauna were making small talk over breakfast when Kelsey decided to ‘go there’.

“I heard you and Jim last night.” she said to her mom.

“I suppose you did.”

“Are you happy with him?” asked Kelsey.

“I am. He’s a good man and he’s good for me. He’s also a hell of a lot better in bed than your father ever was.”

“MOMMA!” said a shocked Kelsey.

Shauna laughed, “I didn’t become a nun after your father and me broke up. But I will say your father was pretty cold and there were times he made me wish I’d been a nun.”

“Are you going to marry him?”

Shauna sipped her coffee. “I don’t know. It’s not a big priority really. I mean I been married, right? Now maybe I want to not be married.”

Shauna put the coffee down. “We might even try for a baby.”

“Wow.” was all the response Kelsey could muster.

Kelsey considered that she’d been born to her mother at an early age so her mother’s baby years weren’t past her yet. And Jim was a couple or a few years younger than Shauna. It was a possibility.

She decided she liked the idea of having a sibling. Even one twenty-two years younger than herself.

That night when everyone had gone to bed Kelsey found herself thinking about Shauna and Jim in the next room. She was just starting to feel herself slipping off into a slumber when she heard activity from the next bedroom.

When the rhythmic sound started up she imagined Jim fucking her mother and mating with her. He was trying to get Shauna pregnant. Somehow that was arousing to Kelsey and she absently fingered her pussy as the tempo from the next room increased.

“Guuuuh!” she heard Jim growl and she knew he was cumming in Shauna.

The next day saw Shauna going to the Kroger maraş escort to apply for a job. She’d hitched a ride with a neighbor and figured on riding back with Jim.

Things were getting hard even for Kroger’s and Kelsey was told they’d keep her application on file in case something opened up.

On the way home Jim tried to cheer her up and Kelsey caught herself looking in the direction of the man’s crotch as he talked and drove. She wondered at the fact that his cock had been inside of her mother. She imagined it stroking in and out, and then spurting seed into Shauna’s womb.

“Hey, you awake?” asked Jim, stirring her from her reverie.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, just lost in thought.”

He patted her back, “I understand. But don’t worry, you’ll find something to do soon enough, I’m sure.”

Except she didn’t. The economy was in a slide and tourism was off and that was the main money maker in Newton County. In short, no one was hiring.

Over the next couple months Kelsey kept looking for work and along the way she did the occasional odd job like cleaning for someone or helping at a local egg farm. It wasn’t big money but it was enough to keep her wallet from going empty.

Also over the next couple months Kelsey found herself listening to Jim and Shauna almost every night. She’d masturbate along with the sounds from the next room and then try to keep quiet when she’d orgasm. One night in November she failed to do that and the sudden silence in the room next door told her she’d been caught.

The next morning Jim was gone and she and her mom sat to chat.

“We heard you last night.” said her mom.

“Aw, shit…” replied Kelsey.

“No, it’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed of. We both understand. You’re young, you need a man, and Root Hollow ain’t exactly the best place to meet anyone.”

There was a brief silence to digest the sizable facts that were now out in the open.

“You’re embarrassed.” said her mom.

“No, I’m…I’m…sorry.” Kelsey just couldn’t find any other words.

“Well, me and Jim we talked and if you ever want to give him a go then we’d both be okay with it.”

“MOMMA! But he’s your boyfriend!”

Her mom smiled, “Yeah, but he ain’t my husband and that kind of makes it okay. Or maybe not so bad. One of those for sure.”

Shauna stood up, “Well, I got things to do. You think about what I said and if it ever comes up then that’s fine. If it doesn’t then that’s fine too. Either way we’ll leave this here at the table, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” replied Kelsey.

Of course, this changed nothing at night when Kelsey would have to hear her mother getting fucked in the next room. Kelsey masturbated sometimes but the satisfaction started to feel empty.

Not long before Christmas Shauna announced that Kelsey was going to have a baby brother or baby sister.

Kelsey saw Jim looking at her while he hugged Shauna. His smile was understated and she could sense his thoughts.

Christmas Eve was when Kelsey’s family had always opened presents and so after dinner that night the trio gathered around their modest tree. Kelsey gave presents to Jim and to Shauna. Jim gave presents to Shauna and Kelsey.

Shauna however said that her present to both of them would come later.

When it was time for bed the trio went their different directions.

But about fifteen minutes after Kelsey got to bed she woke up with her mom gently shaking her shoulder.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I want to sleep in here tonight.” said Shauna.

Kelsey sat up a bit, “In here? With me? This isn’t that big a bed, momma.”

Shauna shook her head, “No, Just me.”

Kelsey was still half asleep and not grasping the idea. “Then where do I sleep?”

Shauna smiled, “With Jim. He’s waiting for you. I’m giving him to you and I gave you to him.”

“Holy shit…I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

Shauna stood up and took off her robe. She was naked under the robe, which was how she would sleep with Jim most nights.

“You can use my robe if you want.”

“What?” asked Kelsey.

“Get naked, put the robe on, and go in there. You know you need it. And Jim is a good man and he’ll treat you right. Beats hell out of laying in here all the time and rubbing it out like you do.”

“Momma!”

“Don’t ‘momma’ me, go on. Git.”

Shauna pulled back the blankets and had Kelsey stand up. Kelsey had serious misgivings but at the same time she also wanted to get laid. She’d been thinking about sex with Jim so much that she found herself somewhat smitten with the older man. It was wrong in so many ways but at the same time Jim was the only man around. There weren’t a lot of other options for Kelsey if she wanted to enjoy some masculine attention.

Still, it took some cajoling for Shauna to get Kelsey out of her pajamas and into the robe. Then she ushered Kelsey to the bedroom door.

“Go.” she said, pushing Kelsey out the door.

Kelsey kahta escort was alone in the hallway. The two bedroom doors were closed. She thought about what her mother was offering to her and a cavalcade of worries and desires ran rampant in her brain.

Going out to the kitchen she pulled down the bottle of bourbon and poured herself a shot. Not a lot, just a shot to settle her nerves.

Sitting down on the couch she sipped at the bourbon while scenarios of pleasure and consequence ran through her head. She wasn’t worried about her relationship with Shauna because this was just like Shauna to have a wildly pragmatic solution to a touchy problem.

Kelsey wondered what the immediate future would be like if she went through with this. The shot of bourbon tipped up and emptied into her mouth on that thought. She swirled it around and let it burn her mouth before she swallowed. It felt good.

She got up and put the shot glass on the kitchen counter. Standing there for a while she considered sleeping on the couch.

“Fuck it.” she finally whispered.

Walking to the hallway she opened a bedroom door and let herself in. She could hear the sound of someone snoozing. She eased out of the robe, neatly folded it, and put it on the dresser.

And then she got into the bed opposite of Jim.

His big arm wrapped around her and pulled her close.

“I figured you’d come back to bed.” he whispered. His hand moved to Kelsey’s tight belly and she felt him pause.

“Kelsey?”

“Yeah.” she replied.

“Well now.” he said. “When Shauna came up with this idea I didn’t expect you’d go along with it.”

“I wasn’t sure.” she said.

“Can’t say I’m disappointed. Been wanting you in this bed for a while now. Kinda hard seeing you in this house all the time looking so nice and tempting.”

Kelsey had never heard Jim speak like this before. She felt his cock firming up against her back as he held her close.

“This ain’t your first time, is it?”

“No.” she admitted.

“Good.” he said as he pulled her onto her back. “Then you know how things work.” She was on her back and he was on his side to her.

She found herself looking up at his face as he looked down at hers. He kissed her forehead before kissing her on each cheek. His hand wandered over her belly and she caught her breath as he explored her modest tits.

And then he kissed her.

Maybe it was the bourbon but she kissed him back. She felt him start to move with her and the hand that had been on her tits moved down between her legs. He nudged her legs apart and sought her crevice.

A finger found her folds and then quickly slipped inside to get her warmed up. She’d done this to herself so many times that she immediately responded to him.

She heard herself make a pleasured sound. It seemed so far away.

One of his legs got between hers. He kissed her again and then moved down to kiss her long, graceful neck.

It was all moving so fast!

“Slow down.” she whispered.

“Sure.” he said and then fumbled with her legs and at the same time he moved between them.

She felt his cock touch her pussy.

“Touch it.” he whispered to her.

“No…” she shook her head, “I’m not…”

“Touch it.” he said more insistently, lifting himself up as he said this.

She reached her delicate hand down between them and lightly touched it. It was warm and it bounced a little. She tried to fight off the urge and then fully grasped it. It was long but not too thick. It was longer than her boyfriend’s cock was, that was for sure.

‘I’m with a man’ she thought to herself.

Jim moved to press his cock towards Kelsey’s pussy.

“Please, I’m not sure.” she whispered.

She felt him relax and she pulled her hand away from his shaft. He adjusted her arms so they were above his elbows. Her hands naturally moved to his shoulders and she felt his strength. He was solid. She could feel some scars. She knew Jim wasn’t any city boy who spent an hour in the gym every day. No, Jim got this way from a lifetime of hard work. She realized that he was a totally different breed of male from what she was accustomed to.

His groin moved against hers.

“Please.” she asked again.

“Second thoughts?” he asked.

“Yes.” she said this with an air of relief.

“Gimme a kiss and we’ll take care of those second thoughts for you.”

She obliged and kissed him. His tongue tangled with her own and she was lost in the sensation as she felt his lower body move against her own.

“MMMpppphh!” was her stifled protest as the head of his cock parted her pussy lips and plowed her furrow.

Her legs tensed and in an ages old feminine mistake she tried to use the soles of her feet to push him away. Instead the flower of her pussy opened up and welcomed him in.

She felt her arousal coming up as he thrust into her body. She’d been holding back but now the feeling of his cock starting to penetrate kaman escort her pussy was triggering her animal instincts.

He broke their kiss.

“Jim…oh…” she said as he thrust more of his cock into her, “Oh my…” he thrust a little deeper, “…should stop..”

He moved himself up on her and the new position let him slip all the way into her.

“Oh, my God this feels so good!” she said out loud as he started to fuck her.

Kelsey was still well aware of her second thoughts and misgivings but for the first time in a long time she had a cock in her body and she was getting what she needed.

Jim fucked her nice and deep and in a steady rhythm, just like he did with her mother.

Kelsey imagined all those nights her mother had been in this same position with that same cock buried in her pussy, pumping away and pleasuring her.

She felt Jim’s heavy balls bouncing against her upturned ass as he fucked her. She imagined herself with the big man between her legs, fucking her. It seemed sexier to think of him fucking her instead of making love.

Kelsey imagined Shauna feeling his cock plowing in and out of her, trying to get her pregnant. It was so damned dirty and sexy!

Pregnant.

Kelsey had held Jim’s bare cock in her hand. There was no condom like her boyfriend always wore. The plummy end of Jim’s cock was buried inside of her and she could feel it press against the mouth of her womb.

His balls were full of his fertile sperm. She felt his balls on soft skin of her ass. His sperm was only inches away from her womb.

Her mind struggled with all of this while her body demanded more.

Kelsey’s practical side knew she shouldn’t let him cum inside of her. Hell, she should have never gotten into his bed! What was she thinking? Oh, but then that glorious cock was pumping in and out of her, providing pleasure her fingers would never be able to match!

She was torn but she knew she wasn’t going to stop. She held tight to the big man as his fucking picked up the pace.

“Cum for me.” he demanded. His cock ground into her clit and with each thrust she felt more pleasure.

“Do it.” he insisted. His hands held her shoulders as he fucked her harder. He wasn’t going to let her get away…not that she could and not when he was so close!

“Oh…” came a tiny voice from her mouth.

Jim felt the tremors run through Kelsey’s body. Her pussy convulsed with spasms of pleasure and he loved feeling it on his cock.

He slowed down to ‘make a believer out of her’ was how he’d say it. His thrusts were fewer but deeper. Each thrust of his cock bottoming out inside of her. She all but vibrated with sexual excitement and he loved it.

He felt her convulsions ebb and he kept deep fucking her waiting for it.

He waited for it.

The cobwebs of sexual ecstasy started to clear from her mind and she said it, “Oh my goodness…maybe we should stop before it’s too late!”

This was the moment.

She felt him fuck her deep a few more thrusts and then he drove deep, deeper than before, she felt his groin fully press against hers. She’d never had anything this deep inside of her before. For a brief moment it hurt.

And then she heard him groaning. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside of her. Deep inside of her. He moved to try to get his cock even deeper and she flinched with the discomfort. He fucked her a few more times as his ardor crested.

He collapsed on top of her and she found herself keenly aware of his sweat. It covered her skin. It made her think of his other fluid that was pooling in her pussy.

She lay there a little while with the big man pinning her down.

“Let me up.” she finally told him.

He moved to extract himself from her body and she marveled at how long it was.

Some time later she fell asleep. Her mind and soul devoid of a need for satisfaction.

Christmas morning saw Jim getting up early as usual. He looked at Kelsey in his bed and smiled knowing that he’d finally fucked her. He’d had a thing for the trim ginger girl ever since laying eyes on her.

‘What a family!’ had been the thought in his head when Shauna suggested one night that he fuck Kelsey. He wanted the girl, of course, but he’d never expected Shauna to encourage it. But Shauna pointed out that Kelsey seemed to have a thing for Jim and to Shauna the arrangement made some sort of sense.

Kelsey was sheepish when she finally got up. The three of them went about having a Christmas day and didn’t even mention the events of the night before. It was the proverbial elephant in the room and no one wanted to be the first to talk about it.

Through the course of the day Kelsey had a lot of thoughts on her mind. Would it happen again? Should she move out somewhere? What about protection? And of course she also thought about the best sex of her life. And she liked Jim.

After dinner that evening they watched a movie together and when it was over Shauna quietly got up and went off to Kelsey’s room.

Kelsey and Jim looked at each other.

A few minutes later Shauna could hear the familiar rhythm of movement in the next bedroom. She smiled knowing that soon enough her daughter would decide to stay on in Root Hollow.

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MFF with Some Friends from Work

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Group Sex

I have a couple of lady friends who I flirt with pretty heavily at work and they return the favour. The sexual tension between us is thick. I should mention that the two ladies are married. I’ve been widowed for a few years now after losing my wife to cancer. In my conversations with them, separately, it has come out that those two have the fantasy of a MFF threesome. None of us has ever had the pleasure of each other and neither of the ladies had ever been with another woman before. Several weeks ago, we all began to chat in a WhatsApp chat. Needless to say, the conversation became very raunchy leaving all of us wanting more. I finally got the nerve to suggest to the two of them that we meet and make our dreams come true. After much talk, we all agreed and began to look for a time and place to make it happen.

We finally agreed on a plan to meet at a nearby Travelodge in Warwick and with the room being cheap, if nothing happened it wouldn’t be a huge loss, so the plan was to chill in the bar and just relax and see what happened. By the time we met and got in the room, Rose and Laura had already had a few drinks and were getting relaxed and in the mood. Rose is 48, a beautiful blonde with absolutely gorgeous breasts that get lots of attention when she’s in a room. Her eyes are like pools that sparkle with sexual energy. Laura is 53, a very posh prim and proper woman with an amazing ass. Her long dark hair and green hazel eyes make for an incredibly exotic package. I was looking forward to seeing these two beautiful, sexy women in a more relaxed, private setting.

Our time was limited, so little time was wasted. We retreated back to the room when the door to the room shut behind us. I crawled up on the bed and the ladies cuddled up on either side of me under my arms. As they looked into each other`s eyes, they were drawn to each other and there right over my chest these two visions of sexuality shared their first woman to woman kiss. I got a front row seat from just a few inches away. How exciting to watch their tongues dance lightly together and hear their moans of excitement. After a minute or so, Rose looked at Laura and said, Kiss him, I want to see you kiss Martin. Before I go farther, let me tell you about the lips that were about to kiss me. Laura`s lips are every man`s (and woman`s) fantasy. For a long time I had dreamed of those lips kissing mine so soft and full. Of course there were other places I had dreamed of those lips on my body, as well, and hoped that was soon to come.

Laura and I shared an erotic sensual kiss and then she pushed me to Rose to look into those blue eyes and kiss her. Rose and I have been friends for a long time with an electric sexual energy between us. This has been coming for a long time! Before I kissed her, I told her that I couldn`t believe that this was finally going istanbul travesti to happen! Then, How incredible to take her in my arms and share our first kiss. Before I knew what happened the girls were undressing and then undressing me and then we were back in the same position taking turns kissing and fondling each other before we shared a 3 way kiss that I will never forget!. As the kiss broke, Laura looked at me and said, I want to taste her pussy, my first pussy. So while she kissed her way to Rose`s lovely plump pussy lips, I held Rose and licked and sucked her perfect breasts. I knew when Laura had hit the spot by Rose`s sharp intake of breath. Oh my god, that is incredible, she breathed as we kissed with increasing passion. What a turn on to watch as one woman of my dreams writhed in passion as another was causing it with strokes of her tongue.

After watching for a minute, I joined Laura between her legs and our tongues divulged on her swollen clit. Rose was squeezing her breasts and pulling at her nipples while I licked her and Laura`s finger played around the entrance to her pussy. Soon, too soon, Rose pushed us aside and said, It’s my turn I want her pussy, NOW! Before long, I joined her and both our faces were smeared with juice from a posh pussy that was wet and begging for more. Rose moved to the side to let me flick at her clit but kept her finger inside Laura, trying to play with her G-spot and increase her pleasure. Laura pulled me up and cleaned her juices from my face with her tongue.

And then, with a gleam in her eyes, she said, It’s about time you get some attention, too. Then the two of them pushed me to my back and while looking me straight in the eye began to play with my cock that was standing at attention. First one, then the other, sucked me into their mouths and as Rose took me completely in, Laura began to suck my balls. Of course, the sensation of two mouths was incredible. But even more than the physical pleasure was the mental pleasure, the overwhelming thrill of having two sexy ladies on either side of my cock, the tongues met and they spent as much time teasing each other`s tongues as they did on my cock. It was amazing to watch!!!

Rose told me she wanted to watch my cock disappear into Laura`s soaking pussy. So Laura got on all fours and looked over her shoulder and told me to hurry up and get inside. I need that cock. Rose took my prick in her hand and guided into the heat of Laura`s cunt. She was so wet that she seemed to suck me all the way into her until my balls were resting on her clit. She didn’t wait for me to thrust. She began bucking into me like her ass had a mind of its own. And speaking of her ass. Every time I thrust into her, her ass jiggled and bounced with an intensity that would make you want to jump right into it. Rose`s istanbul travestileri eyes grew wide with the sight of our love making. But she was never far away. Soon her hand was on Laura`s ass and rubbing up and down teasing her asshole while my cock was ramming her from behind.

Laura broke out a stash of toys she had brought with her to enhance our time together. She grabbed one and quickly turned on the vibrator and slid it right down to her throbbing clit while I was fucking her from behind and Rose was using one hand on her breasts and the other on her ass. She was getting a sensory overload! The intensity quickly built until Laura was exploding with an orgasm. She just got lost in the sensation and basked in the aftershocks of spasms running through her beautiful body. Now, I don`t mind telling you, I was wondering how in the world would I ever be able to keep up with these two sexy creatures without having my own orgasm too quickly. And as Laura came all over my cock, flooding it with her wonderful juices, it was everything I could do to hold back and not empty myself inside her. But there was too much left to experience too much pussy to explore too much sucking and fucking left to stop now!

Soon, I was kissing both the girls again and Laura`s hand was pulling my still hard cock towards Rose`s tight hole. As I looked right into her eyes, with Laura`s help, my cock slowly pushed into Rose. I can’t even begin to describe the intensity of feeling my 2nd wet hole of the night, the sexiness of the moment. Here I was looking into the beautiful eyes of my close friend, about ready to drown in those eyes, while her pussy was all around me. It felt like my cock was going to just melt inside her! I bent down and as I thrust into her for the first time, I kissed her and she pushed her tongue into my mouth and for a few minutes, time stood still. Laura came and joined us and began to kiss her and then we used our mouths to give attention to her wonderful breasts. Rose was quickly nearing her own orgasm and whispering, Don`t stop don’t stop, fill me Martin. Laura took her toy and tickled Rose`s clit with it and soon Rose`s body was racked with her first orgasm of the day as I shot a hot load of cum deep in her pussy. It was magical.

It was time for a little break, so I went to get something to drink and sat on the sofa in the room and then the girls came over to join me. The next thing I know, Rose is pouring her cold shot of whiskey over my cock and the two ladies are all over me again. Soon, we were on the bed for the next round of play. Things all begin to run together. Mouths and nipples and pussies and cock were in a constant state of arousal and stimulation. At one point, the girls were kissing one laying on the other breasts to breasts. I was behind them sliding into one Travesti istanbul pussy for a few moments and then into the other. What a huge fantasy come true!!!

Then I pushed both girls on their backs and fucked them both, one after the other and then back to the other while they were kissing and licking and sucking. Soon, I was fucking Rose and she had a vibrator on her clit and I pulled out to watch. Laura went to her magic bag and pulled out another vibrator and, while Rose had one on her clit, Laura slid the other deep inside her. Rose quickly zoned out and started climbing toward release. She looked at me and said, Come, put your cock in my mouth! Being a gentleman, I did as the lady requested! Rose later told me it was like having a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth, which is another fantasy of hers. Whatever it was, she had the most incredible orgasm. She told us it had to be the most intense of her life. I was thrilled to just be a part of it!

Then it was time for me to fuck Laura again. I pushed her on her back and jumped right in. As we started in rhythm, Rose joined in with kissing and stroking again until Laura was satisfied again. I rolled over and fell on my back exhausted. I`d been trying to keep up with these two and please them for nearly a hour, I was wiped out. I still needed to cum. The girls knew our time together was coming to an end, as they needed to be home to their husbands, they both descended on me and said, It’s your turn!!!. I started to move and they pushed me back on the bed and told me to relax and they started sucking me and stroking me and kissing me. First one sucking, then the other.

Finally, Laura was sucking me and Rose kissed her way up to me and began kissing me and then my neck and ear and started whispering in my ear. I want you to cum in her mouth, I`ve been waiting for so long to share your cum with her. so I can go kiss her and share it with her. Don`t wait anymore. I want her to taste you now and I want to taste you from her tongue. Well, who am I to disappoint a lady? I could feel it rising up inside and I exploded into Laura`s mouth and Rose left my ear and went to share it with her. What more could a man want! I watched as they licked and sucked every drop of my cum and shared it kissing passionately over my cock.

After a lot of kissing and cuddling, we finally got cleaned up and ready to leave. While Rose was adding final touches to her make up, Laura and I were kissing and she stopped and looked me in the eye and told me to bend her over and fuck her again. She pulled her jeans down and I pushed her over the bed and my cock slid into her again. Rose turned around and said, That is so fucking hot! but it’s nearly midnight and we need to get back as there husbands will wonder where they are, We need to make a night of it!. I ploughed Laura as hard and fast as I could, till I could feel it in my balls as I pumped a load into her, she pulled up her pants and jeans and gave me a kiss and said she would save that for later, later that night when they all got home safe, on WhatsApp we made a pact to do this again. And to be honest I can’t wait

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It Barely Fit, Tied , Tongue-tied

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Babes

Right before heading off to class, I got off the phone with Valerie. It was Thursday and I was headed into town for the weekend. Dreaming of spending the morning with her, I wished she was with me.

Mornings with Valerie were the best; watching her ride me, with her tits bouncing as she impaled herself on my dick. It was just like she was sprinting down the track, but she was topless…and the view was breathtaking. Then my thoughts strayed to how she tasted, and my mind took me to that moment, where I could taste her and feel the warmth on my tongue.

Reality struck, though, I had to present my design to the class that morning, and I didn’t have much time. It came down to going to breakfast or stroking one out; the latter was my only choice, because I couldn’t really go to the cafeteria with an erection, and I definitely wasn’t getting in front of that class, with a big ass hardon.

Focusing my thoughts on Valerie and stroking my cock, I could see her sensuous body flexing with mine, moaning with each of thrust, and yearning to be fucked. I pictured her caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples, and that’s’ where I exploded, spraying creamy seed all over my belly. The mental image of Valerie slowly dissipated, despite being excited to hook-up that weekend. I knew I had to think of something else and I tried to focus on the points in my outline. My mind kept wandering back to Val, but I did get through the presentation, erection-free, and I got positive remarks from the professor…what a relief.

When I finally got home, she was parked in my parent’s driveway, and my buddy giving me the ride, “Looks like she’s anxious, too…don’t go and get her pregnant, now.”

I laughed, “Ass!”

Anyway, the plan was to stay at her parent’s place, and we were going out to lunch with my parents on Sunday, before I headed back. The key to all this was that her parents were gone, and my mother didn’t need to know that.

We ran into the house for a quick hello, and I could tell mom was more than excited about Valerie. She knew there was some attraction, but never ventured into any questions. Of course, that didn’t stop my brother; he whispered something rude about getting some. Beyond the go-fuck-yourself glare, I didn’t respond, but I was happy that Sunday’s plans didn’t include him.

We were both out-of-our-minds horny by the time we got to her house. I even thought about taking her atop the car, with vivid detail. Laying her over the hood, shoving every last inch into her and leaving big ass pool on the hood. I even pictured her with that sexy sated smile and cum dripping out of her.

After we pulled into her parents’ driveway, we were all over each other. I savored the feel of her firm curves, with my hands lingering over her breasts…and that taut runner’s ass. I gripped, digging my fingers into her cheeks before slipping a hand into her pants. She wasn’t wearing panties, and she gave me a sexy smile.

Caressing her bare bottom, I sensuously kissed her lips, and pulled her closer. When our lips finally part, she grinned, “We probably need to go in the house…we’ll be more comfortable.”

Once inside, our lips met in a wildly heated embrace. She wove her fingers through my hair, driving her tongue into my mouth. We were making out in the kitchen, and I had her resting on the counter, with her legs wrapped around me. Cupping a breast with my hand, I felt her stiffened nipple pressing into my palm, and I remember driving my tongue deep, and wanting to fuck her throat.

She must have felt the arousal because she slid a hand inside her pants, dragging a finger through her pussy. She held it up, grinning, “I know you’re gonna love this…look how wet you got me! But in all honesty, I think I was wet at your parent’s house…I’ve been a little horny all day.”

I sucked the finger clean, and the clothes started flying. She spread her legs, and showed me the pink, by pulling her lips apart. She was ready, begging me for satisfaction, and I got down on my knees, pushed my face between her thighs, and gave her the attention she needed. Trailing kisses over her toned thighs, I stopped short, inhaling the scent of her warm arousal, and teasing her pussy with my tongue. Anxiously, she dragged her fingers through my hair, and nudged me closer, “Oh god…Rob…yeah…Rob, that…that makes me crazy!”

I licked the swell of her outer lips, kissing, and running my tongue back and forth over top, as she moaned. I paused and looked up to see how it was going, only to find her eyes tight and her head tipped back…clearly, she was enjoying the ride.

With my fingers, I opened her wider, and fucked her with my tongue, purposely teasing her clit whenever I felt the need. Each time, she trembled and moaned louder.

As she opened her mouth to speak, her words became sexy moans, as I pushed my finger through the tight folds, and licked her clit.

I pumped them deep into the warmth, with one thing in mind…I was determined to satisfy my kadıköy escort girlfriend with my tongue. But that was just the beginning; I loved that tight, little pussy far too much to pass it up.

With Valerie, I loved it all…I loved to tease her lust…hear her moan…taste her arousal…and feel my cock penetrating deep. The very second, she’s had an orgasm, I planned to fuck the hell out of her, slamming deep and filling her with a load.

It seemed like she was way past turned on…she was crazy horny, but so was I. Her body shuddered with pleasure, she started breathing harder, and her moaning dialog grew more steady, almost endless. “Ohhhh…ohhhh my goddddd…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh, your tongue…mmmm…yeah…yeah, like…like thattttt!”

I watched her grope her tits, running her thumbs over the turgid peaks, while humping her pussy into my face, wetting it with arousal. After a week or two of abstinence, she was practically on fire and needing a good release. She was soaked, and getting wetter, but I pulled my fingers out, and licked the juice from her pussy lips.

She moaned, with disappointment, but I raised my fingers to her lips, “Here, taste.” She got a sexy grin and licked them clean. While she was sucking them dry, I grinned, “Mmmm…tastes good…doesn’t it?”

She nodded, “and what you’re doing feels sooooo…so good!”

Hearing that, I started in again, running my tongue over her clit, and pumping my fingers into her. The clit was engorged, and I held it in my lips, gently teasing and flicking it with my tongue. She almost jumped off the bed, breathlessly moaning, “Oh Rob…give me that…more of that…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…I need that…I need…need to cummmmmm!”

Working my fingers in and out, I curved them to rub her G-spot. Showing no mercy, I had her screaming and begging, “Oh god…yes…yes…yeah, that’s it…just like that…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…fuccccckkkkk!”

As the orgasm took over, she thrust her hips forward, grabbed the back of my head, and grinded my face. Despite all that, I kept working her the best I could, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. The pleasure was taking over, rippling through her body and growing with intensity.

Her legs tightened around me, and she moaned, “Ohhhh…ohhhh….oh my god…yeah…yeah…Oh my god, oh my god, oh god.” I looked up to see her rocking her head back and forth, as she soaked me with pussy. It all seemed to last…her orgasm seemed really long, and I loved every second of her pleasure.

Clearly there was some pent-up need being met, and I was proudly giving her the relief she needed. Though, my dick was throbbing with the same need, I was determined to finish her off. I wanted to see that sexy, sated smile, when she was catching her breath.

I was in the clouds when she did exactly that, “That…ohhhh…ohhhh that was amazing! You are way more than a perfect man…and a perfect cock…sweetie, that was awesome!” She shook her head, “Sorry…I don’t mean it’s all about sex, but you really spoil me…you know?”

I just licked my lips, and paused with a big shitty grin, “Um…I’ll just have to try harder next time…guess I’m a little tongue-tied, too…or maybe it’s just tired.”

She giggled, looking down between my legs…yeah, it was tenting the underwear, and probably drooling. I don’t remember, but I do remember, she stroked my cheek the way lovers would…and then she rubbed her hand over the bulge, “You really need a good one, too…give that tongue-tied tongue a rest, and give the big guy some playing time.” She grinned, “And you get to choose how we do it!”

“Let’s just get you naked.” She tugged on the briefs, but they got caught up on the erection; when she got them down, it bounced free, and she squealed.

“Can we do it in your bed!”

She nodded, and anxiously declared she had lube in the bedroom. I was more than ready and stroking on lube, but the how didn’t hardly matter. In her pussy…in her hand…in her mouth…or in between her tits, it didn’t matter.

She flopped down on her bed, looked up at me, and spread her legs for me. Watching me penetrate her pussy, first with lubed fingers, then something much larger. “Yessss…mmmm…this was the right choice…I needed that.”

Tight around my cock’s girth, her pussy always took a little time to adjust. I knew the drill, taking it slow to give her time, before going all the way. Four or five times, I pulled out almost completely, before thrusting back in, going deeper and deeper.

She squealed when I finally sank the whole thing, deep into her belly. At that moment, it was all about her man’s cock, satisfying her needs…and satisfying my needs. She was still tight, but relaxed enough, to where I could go faster. Pumping every inch, into that warm pink flesh, I savored the tight grip and how it caressed the shaft.

She smiled tenderly, “Mmmm…this’s a beautiful thing…we share…yes…yes…oh god, yessssss! It…it kağıthane escort always touches all the good parts.”

She had a sweet smile and I nodded, leaning in to kiss her, “Yes….yes, it is.”

She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her steamy body against mine. We made out and fucked like that for just a few minutes, till our lips parted.

She started moaning and rolling her hips up to meet my thrusts, “Ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah…Rob…Rob…just keep…just keep fucking me…ahhhh yeah!”

Pushing her legs way back, and going at it, I was crazy hard and fucking even harder. I sensed that she was almost there, again, when she started working her clit, “Ahhhh…yeah…yeah…yeah…oh god yeah…ahhhh…ahhhh…fuck…fuck me…fuck meeeeeeeee!”

We were grinding hard, and her body was wildly flexing with my thrusts; her voice wavered as she cried out, “Fucc…cckkk…m…e…fuck meeeeee!”

She was in sensory overload, moaning and gasping with pleasure, but I was humping and grunting, “Uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…fuuuucccckkkkkkkkkk…fuuuucckkkkkkk!”

I held her tight, unleashing the first of it, deep into her belly. With my balls and cock flexing out a load, I slowly pumped her, slamming all the way in. I wanted to drain my balls deep inside…but I remember fantasizing that it was deep enough that cum was spilling into her throat.

She wrapped her legs tight around my waist, as I emptied my load. After finishing, I desperately wanted to stay inside, pumping slower, and savoring her pussy’s warmth. I slumped forward some, wrapping my arms around her to grind it deep.

Filled with her man and his breeding load, she groaned, “Yeah, love it…keep it up…yeah…yeah…keep it up…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…spoil me…spoil me more…ahhhh yeah!”

I kept fucking her like that, all the way in and nearly all the way out. With my balls gently tumbling over her ass, I watched her moan, “Yeah…yeah…gimme that dick…spoil me more…fuck me…fuck me good!”

I guess she felt it coming on, and started working her clit, tipping her head back and moaning, “Oh yeah…yeah…yeah…fuckkkkk…fuccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!” Again, she shuddered, bucking against me, with waves of a pleasured release.

Though she was sated, I didn’t pull out right away, knowing she loved having it buried deep inside, just feeling its heat and its girth. Too big for her…but perfect for her. Eventually, I slowly dragged it out, but she wasn’t ready to call it quits, just yet.

I watched her lovingly caress my cock, trailing her fingers over the head and down over the veined shaft. Cradling it within her hand, it still glistened with sex, and she sat up to kiss the tip. With the tip of her tongue, she slowly licked her way around the shaft.

Then she looked into my eyes, swirling her tongue over the head, and gradually working her lips around the shaft. Her lips were tight over the crown, and she teased the ridge, while I moaned, “Oh fuck…that feels…ahhhh, that feels so fucking good…my dick’s never gonna get soft…is that the plan?”

Nodding in response, she kept fucking her mouth, “Yeah…keep that up…fuck yeah…yeah…yeah ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…fuckkkkkkk!”

She paused once, pulling off to focus her tongue on the head, teasing the ridge…poking the slit…and flicking the head, fast and hard…almost grinding it with her tongue.

I started to moan louder and roll my hips, and she let me mostly take over…while she kept the focus on the swollen crown.

I couldn’t go all the way, but I was definitely poking her throat…not real hard…but still poking it.

When I felt it coming, I pumped faster through her lips, pushing myself closer and closer. I watched her eyes get big, and cheeks puff out as if she was ready for a massive load. It wasn’t massive but it gave us both what we needed.

It came on fast, spilling warmth over her tongue…and I shuddered, thrusting slower into her mouth. She swallowed, slurping it down and sucking the shaft like a straw…trying to get every last drop.

I relaxed, sinking into the bed, and taking a big breath. I laid there quiet for a minute, comforted by the warmth of her mouth, and thrilled to have a sexy-as-fuck girlfriend, that loved sex as much as I did.

She giggled, “I guess I was a little more than tongue tied there…with you, it’s more like tongue tied and a mouthful.”

She looked at me, smiling, “You know…sex is really athletic, just like running; if I want that kind performance out of you, I need to keep you fed. So…I’ll have you know, I’ve planned out our meals. You’re going to love dinner…and breakfast.”

“I bet I will…but I hope you’re part of breakfast, too.”

She grinned, “Maybe…you just never know…you’ll just have to wait to find out.”

That night, we felt very adult, sharing a bottle of wine and cooking dinner together. I remember we had steak sandwiches, with big fries, and a yogurt dessert; I was amazed kağızman escort at how good everything was. I guess I was hungry, but it was really good…I just hadn’t even thought about either one of us being able to cook…let alone cook well. I couldn’t wait to cook a meal with her again, but I wanted to cook a meal for her, too.

We talked over dinner, and I think we talked about everything…I’d just realized that I wanted to stay in my major…and not transfer to architecture. I loved what I was doing…and where I was at…and I loved being with Valerie. That night, she fell asleep in my arms…and I helped her to bed.

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The next morning, we went out for a run. Her parents didn’t know we were shacking up, at their house, and we didn’t want the neighbors to raise any suspicions or say anything to them…so I remember we drove several miles to run on a trail.

We took it slow and talked along the way, and she said, “You know Lisa and I were carpooling to classes this week, because her car’s in the shop. She ran over a curb and messed up the front of her car. Anyway, I had a long conversation with Lisa.”

I assumed it was about Lisa’s annoying curiosity or her prying and I rolled my eyes, laughing, “She really can’t let things go, can she?”

“Yeah, she is persistent.” She cleared her throat, “Can I ask you something…well, that’s…sort of kinky?”

I thought, what was this going to be…I don’t know why I got so worked-up, but my head was spinning with wild shit. I guess it was just the fact that it involved Lisa…she was crazy, always wanting Val to get her dick pics. There’s nothing wrong with being into sex or men’s penises, but I wasn’t comfortable with her having pictures. Anyway, I thought Val was going to say Lisa gave her polaroid camera…or maybe she was coming over to see it in person…or maybe she wanted to experience it in bed. The threesome fantasy really got me thinking…and I really wondered how I was supposed to respond. Though, that concern evaporated when she said, “Well, she told me that her boyfriend liked to tie her up sometimes.”

“You want me to tie you up?”

“Well, maybe…I like that idea, and…and I think I’d like to try it sometime…but…I really wanna tie you up…just your hands, though…but maybe your feet.” She was nervously excited, “I wanna ride you…um…when you’re…um tied up to the bed?”

The cowgirl proposition was enough to get me hard, but the thought of being tied up and used by my girlfriend was something new…and really hot. She was waiting for a response, and I finally answered, nodding with big shitty grin, “Fuck yeah…when and where?”

She was almost breathless, “I…I didn’t know how you’d take it…um…anytime…maybe when we get back. I need to shower…and I have rope…I bought rope. I promise it won’t be too tight…I’ll just tie your hands…to the bed posts.”

When we got back, we showered together, making out under the hot spray, until the hot water started to run out. I remember being excited…and a little nervous about things, because I’d never been tied-up before.

Valerie didn’t seem to be nervous at all, drying herself and running back into the bedroom. She pulled the rope out of her desk, holding up the tightly wrapped coil of 50′ and joking, “I hope this is enough.”

She was giddy and giggling as she tied my hands, “You okay…does it feel okay?”

I smiled, “Feels good…and you are one sexy girl scout!”

“Thank you.”

I looked down, and it clearly liked a sexy girl scout, hovering over my abs, bobbing…swaying…and even throbbing. I was beyond turned-on, because not only was I in her bedroom and tied up on her bed, but I could also see she was anxious and ready to ride me.

Her gaze slid up and down over my body, with her eyes finally settling on the peak of my masculinity. She beamed down at me, “Now, I’ve really got you where I want you!”

My dick was thick, erect and calling her name, and she stroked it from the base to tip. For a brief moment, she cradled my balls, but quickly refocused all her attention back on the shaft.

She started using both hands, making sure to grip lightly in a way that she could tease the ridge with each stroke, up or down. When I started to thrust through her hands, she grinned, “Somebody likes what a very sexy and talented girl scout can do.”

She started putting all her attention on the head, sending sensuous shudders through my body. The friction was nothing short of ecstasy, and I groaned, desperately humping her hands.

Leaning forward some, she was getting ready to take it between her lips, and I could see that cute, lusty smile Valerie had. She ran her hands over my lean, sculpted legs, savoring the firmness, but slipping her hands underneath to cup my ass and licking the very tip of my cock.

When she felt me shudder, she pulled off and grinned, watching my cock throb just inches from her lips. “Someone really likes that…don’t they?”

“Ohhhh…fuck yeah!”

She licked it a minute or two, before taking it back between her lips. Again, she sucked just the head, sinking her fingers into my fleshy cheeks, and driving my dick as deep as she could go.

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MFF with Some Friends from Work

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I have a couple of lady friends who I flirt with pretty heavily at work and they return the favour. The sexual tension between us is thick. I should mention that the two ladies are married. I’ve been widowed for a few years now after losing my wife to cancer. In my conversations with them, separately, it has come out that those two have the fantasy of a MFF threesome. None of us has ever had the pleasure of each other and neither of the ladies had ever been with another woman before. Several weeks ago, we all began to chat in a WhatsApp chat. Needless to say, the conversation became very raunchy leaving all of us wanting more. I finally got the nerve to suggest to the two of them that we meet and make our dreams come true. After much talk, we all agreed and began to look for a time and place to make it happen.

We finally agreed on a plan to meet at a nearby Travelodge in Warwick and with the room being cheap, if nothing happened it wouldn’t be a huge loss, so the plan was to chill in the bar and just relax and see what happened. By the time we met and got in the room, Rose and Laura had already had a few drinks and were getting relaxed and in the mood. Rose is 48, a beautiful blonde with absolutely gorgeous breasts that get lots of attention when she’s in a room. Her eyes are like pools that sparkle with sexual energy. Laura is 53, a very posh prim and proper woman with an amazing ass. Her long dark hair and green hazel eyes make for an incredibly exotic package. I was looking forward to seeing these two beautiful, sexy women in a more relaxed, private setting.

Our time was limited, so little time was wasted. We retreated back to the room when the door to the room shut behind us. I crawled up on the bed and the ladies cuddled up on either side of me under my arms. As they looked into each other`s eyes, they were drawn to each other and there right over my chest these two visions of sexuality shared their first woman to woman kiss. I got a front row seat from just a few inches away. How exciting to watch their tongues dance lightly together and hear their moans of excitement. After a minute or so, Rose looked at Laura and said, Kiss him, I want to see you kiss Martin. Before I go farther, let me tell you about the lips that were about to kiss me. Laura`s lips are every man`s (and woman`s) fantasy. For a long time I had dreamed of those lips kissing mine so soft and full. Of course there were other places I had dreamed of those lips on my body, as well, and hoped that was soon to come.

Laura and I shared an erotic sensual kiss and then she pushed me to Rose to look into those blue eyes and kiss her. Rose and I have been friends for a long time with an electric sexual energy between us. This has been coming for a long time! Before I kissed her, I told her that I couldn`t believe that this was finally going ığdır escort to happen! Then, How incredible to take her in my arms and share our first kiss. Before I knew what happened the girls were undressing and then undressing me and then we were back in the same position taking turns kissing and fondling each other before we shared a 3 way kiss that I will never forget!. As the kiss broke, Laura looked at me and said, I want to taste her pussy, my first pussy. So while she kissed her way to Rose`s lovely plump pussy lips, I held Rose and licked and sucked her perfect breasts. I knew when Laura had hit the spot by Rose`s sharp intake of breath. Oh my god, that is incredible, she breathed as we kissed with increasing passion. What a turn on to watch as one woman of my dreams writhed in passion as another was causing it with strokes of her tongue.

After watching for a minute, I joined Laura between her legs and our tongues divulged on her swollen clit. Rose was squeezing her breasts and pulling at her nipples while I licked her and Laura`s finger played around the entrance to her pussy. Soon, too soon, Rose pushed us aside and said, It’s my turn I want her pussy, NOW! Before long, I joined her and both our faces were smeared with juice from a posh pussy that was wet and begging for more. Rose moved to the side to let me flick at her clit but kept her finger inside Laura, trying to play with her G-spot and increase her pleasure. Laura pulled me up and cleaned her juices from my face with her tongue.

And then, with a gleam in her eyes, she said, It’s about time you get some attention, too. Then the two of them pushed me to my back and while looking me straight in the eye began to play with my cock that was standing at attention. First one, then the other, sucked me into their mouths and as Rose took me completely in, Laura began to suck my balls. Of course, the sensation of two mouths was incredible. But even more than the physical pleasure was the mental pleasure, the overwhelming thrill of having two sexy ladies on either side of my cock, the tongues met and they spent as much time teasing each other`s tongues as they did on my cock. It was amazing to watch!!!

Rose told me she wanted to watch my cock disappear into Laura`s soaking pussy. So Laura got on all fours and looked over her shoulder and told me to hurry up and get inside. I need that cock. Rose took my prick in her hand and guided into the heat of Laura`s cunt. She was so wet that she seemed to suck me all the way into her until my balls were resting on her clit. She didn’t wait for me to thrust. She began bucking into me like her ass had a mind of its own. And speaking of her ass. Every time I thrust into her, her ass jiggled and bounced with an intensity that would make you want to jump right into it. Rose`s eyes grew wide ısparta escort with the sight of our love making. But she was never far away. Soon her hand was on Laura`s ass and rubbing up and down teasing her asshole while my cock was ramming her from behind.

Laura broke out a stash of toys she had brought with her to enhance our time together. She grabbed one and quickly turned on the vibrator and slid it right down to her throbbing clit while I was fucking her from behind and Rose was using one hand on her breasts and the other on her ass. She was getting a sensory overload! The intensity quickly built until Laura was exploding with an orgasm. She just got lost in the sensation and basked in the aftershocks of spasms running through her beautiful body. Now, I don`t mind telling you, I was wondering how in the world would I ever be able to keep up with these two sexy creatures without having my own orgasm too quickly. And as Laura came all over my cock, flooding it with her wonderful juices, it was everything I could do to hold back and not empty myself inside her. But there was too much left to experience too much pussy to explore too much sucking and fucking left to stop now!

Soon, I was kissing both the girls again and Laura`s hand was pulling my still hard cock towards Rose`s tight hole. As I looked right into her eyes, with Laura`s help, my cock slowly pushed into Rose. I can’t even begin to describe the intensity of feeling my 2nd wet hole of the night, the sexiness of the moment. Here I was looking into the beautiful eyes of my close friend, about ready to drown in those eyes, while her pussy was all around me. It felt like my cock was going to just melt inside her! I bent down and as I thrust into her for the first time, I kissed her and she pushed her tongue into my mouth and for a few minutes, time stood still. Laura came and joined us and began to kiss her and then we used our mouths to give attention to her wonderful breasts. Rose was quickly nearing her own orgasm and whispering, Don`t stop don’t stop, fill me Martin. Laura took her toy and tickled Rose`s clit with it and soon Rose`s body was racked with her first orgasm of the day as I shot a hot load of cum deep in her pussy. It was magical.

It was time for a little break, so I went to get something to drink and sat on the sofa in the room and then the girls came over to join me. The next thing I know, Rose is pouring her cold shot of whiskey over my cock and the two ladies are all over me again. Soon, we were on the bed for the next round of play. Things all begin to run together. Mouths and nipples and pussies and cock were in a constant state of arousal and stimulation. At one point, the girls were kissing one laying on the other breasts to breasts. I was behind them sliding into one pussy for a few moments and kadirli escort then into the other. What a huge fantasy come true!!!

Then I pushed both girls on their backs and fucked them both, one after the other and then back to the other while they were kissing and licking and sucking. Soon, I was fucking Rose and she had a vibrator on her clit and I pulled out to watch. Laura went to her magic bag and pulled out another vibrator and, while Rose had one on her clit, Laura slid the other deep inside her. Rose quickly zoned out and started climbing toward release. She looked at me and said, Come, put your cock in my mouth! Being a gentleman, I did as the lady requested! Rose later told me it was like having a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth, which is another fantasy of hers. Whatever it was, she had the most incredible orgasm. She told us it had to be the most intense of her life. I was thrilled to just be a part of it!

Then it was time for me to fuck Laura again. I pushed her on her back and jumped right in. As we started in rhythm, Rose joined in with kissing and stroking again until Laura was satisfied again. I rolled over and fell on my back exhausted. I`d been trying to keep up with these two and please them for nearly a hour, I was wiped out. I still needed to cum. The girls knew our time together was coming to an end, as they needed to be home to their husbands, they both descended on me and said, It’s your turn!!!. I started to move and they pushed me back on the bed and told me to relax and they started sucking me and stroking me and kissing me. First one sucking, then the other.

Finally, Laura was sucking me and Rose kissed her way up to me and began kissing me and then my neck and ear and started whispering in my ear. I want you to cum in her mouth, I`ve been waiting for so long to share your cum with her. so I can go kiss her and share it with her. Don`t wait anymore. I want her to taste you now and I want to taste you from her tongue. Well, who am I to disappoint a lady? I could feel it rising up inside and I exploded into Laura`s mouth and Rose left my ear and went to share it with her. What more could a man want! I watched as they licked and sucked every drop of my cum and shared it kissing passionately over my cock.

After a lot of kissing and cuddling, we finally got cleaned up and ready to leave. While Rose was adding final touches to her make up, Laura and I were kissing and she stopped and looked me in the eye and told me to bend her over and fuck her again. She pulled her jeans down and I pushed her over the bed and my cock slid into her again. Rose turned around and said, That is so fucking hot! but it’s nearly midnight and we need to get back as there husbands will wonder where they are, We need to make a night of it!. I ploughed Laura as hard and fast as I could, till I could feel it in my balls as I pumped a load into her, she pulled up her pants and jeans and gave me a kiss and said she would save that for later, later that night when they all got home safe, on WhatsApp we made a pact to do this again. And to be honest I can’t wait

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