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Carrots for revenge.

Rosey, was a 45 year old, married lady whom I made the acquaintance of through a mutual friend. She stood five feet eight tall and although what would be commonly referred to as a bbw figure, her largish breast had very responsive nipples. She was a very sexy lady who reveled in being told what to do.

It had been almost twelve months since our first contact over the internet, basically as friends to chat with, even though she was married the sexy banter was fun and over the last two months the sexual fun had become too good to call a halt.

After our second meeting, she informed me, as we chatted on line, that her husband regularly demanded sex with out any fore thought about her own feelings or wants. Usually causing massive rows if she even dared to think of refusing him and never caring about whether her needs were satisfied or not; as this had gone on now for a number of years she could not see it ever changing.

One day whilst chatting on line, She mentioned her husband was being an absolute pig again and joking she said she wished he would have an accident for being so uninterested in her needs and feelings.

I asked “What is your sense of revenge like?”

“I could never hurt him no matter what he has done” she said thinking I was planning an accident for her Old Man.

I assured her that I was not thinking of an accident befalling her other half, I simply said “I was thinking more of giving him a taste of his own medicine”

“I would have no worries carrying out a revenge plan, especially on him providing no one actually got hurt” she replied.

So here is the story of her one time revenge over her pig of a husband.

Part of Rosey’s make up was that she preferred to be told exactly what to do, so any actions she carried out could be guilt free, as she was only obeying orders.

Therefore I informed bursa escort Rosey, she should purchase some carrots, big ones but not too large. Next day she should peel a carrot before, whilst home alone, beginning around 9.00am she should place the peeled carrot up her pussy.

She was then to lay back and fuck her pussy with the carrot thinking of me at my home taking time to lick her pussy to numerous orgasms. During the rest of the day she should keep the carrot inside her and frequently masturbate herself on the carrot.

Rosey informed me that she managed several cums on the carrot and it felt really weird parading around in front of her unsuspecting husband with it wedge inside her pussy. On more than one occasion she had to be really careful how she sat down and she admitted feeling it being pushed inside her on more than one occasion.

When it was time to go to bed, she should again make sure she orgasmed on the carrot and if possible to leave it inside as long as possible. Then remove the carrot and pop it into a plastic bag, put it safe until the following day. She managed to go off to the bathroom on the pretext of going for a shower.

She gave herself a leisurely fuck on the carrot managing not one orgasm but three. To prevent the carrot falling out she wore a pair of lacy panties during her shower. She confessed that the feeling was wonderfully strange as she showered with her cunt muscles gripping on the carrot deep inside her pussy.

Just as she was finishing her shower, her husband knocked on the door saying “I have an early start tomorrow, so I am going straight to bed. Don’t disturb me when you come in”

Now no longer fearing her husband may want his conjugal rights, she realized she need not pop the soaking carrot into a re-sealable plastic bag, instead it could marinate over night in her pussy juices. She çanakkale escort quietly came out of the bathroom and wandered downstairs, went into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea.

Going into the living room, to drink her tea she sat carelessly on the settee and suddenly felt the whole carrot disappear up her pussy, so deep in fact she felt it force its way into her womb. The problem was that the end which had been sticking out of her pussy was now buried inside her pussy and with the amount of pussy juice made it difficult to grip the end to extract it. A feeling of panic and humiliation set in, she could imagine having to go to the hospital to have the carrot removed and having to explain how it got stuck up there. As quietly as possible she phoned me and explained what had happened.

I must admit, I had to stifle a giggle, but I suggested that she use her pussy muscles in a similar way as she would with her anal muscles while on the toilet, at the same time use her fingers to try pulling the carrot from her pussy.

Well it must have worked, because with a sigh of relief she said, got it. She also said “I felt so full, when it penetrated my womb, it felt wonderful. Now the panic of retrieving it was over.”

Suddenly she put the phone down as her husband shouted “Are you coming up to bed yet”

Rosey recognized this and the tone of his voice as being the norm for the prelude to one sided sex.

She placed the carrot in the plastic bag, sealed it and popped it in the fridge. By now the carrot would have soaked up loads of pussy juice and keeping it in the plastic bag would keep it fresh for the next day.

Rosey then meekly went upstairs and submitted to her husbands demands. He had already had an erection and roughly shoved it in to Rosey’s well juiced pussy. He almost became suspicious as to why her cunt çankırı escort was so wet and why she had an orgasm as he took his pleasure. He simply thought his technique so good that this time he had made her wait long enough to make the simple fact that she was going to get fucked had her aroused.

Next Morning Rosey had to go to work so the plastic bag was left stored in the fridge and upon returning home that afternoon. She popped it back into her pussy for good measure. She said that she felt the chill of the carrot right up her spine but it soon chilled out and after a further three or four session of masturbation with it, she removed it returning it to the plastic bag for later. When she prepared her husbands evening meal which just happened to be a salad, she was to grate the carrot and add it to her husband’s plate. Lovingly she prepared her husband’s special meal. She took great delight in grating this carrot and even made sure the whole carrot was grated in to place on top of his salad. She was almost tempted to taste the grated carrot but just as she was about to give in her husband walked in he asked what was for dinner and she had trouble not laughing as she replied just a salad.

The meal prepared, she carried the two plates into the dining room and placed his plate in front of him. She sat opposite and watched her husband as he tucked into the special carrot salad. The more he ate, the more she struggled not to give the game away. He saw her grinning and almost asked what was so funny, but instead assumed it was about his good performance in bed last night. He even smiled back at her, she nearly choked when she saw his smile.

Next day we discussed the facts over the internet. She admitted she had a difficult job not blurting out as she watch each fork full of the carrot disappear into her husband mouth.

The poor sucker never even realized the special treatment that carrot had undergone. Even to this very day, she can not look at grated carrot without inwardly smiling at the revenge she took on her husband.

So all you husbands out there, be wary of upsetting your wife, least your food my have that special grated carrot flavour……

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~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Are you ready, babe?”

“Almost,” Ann called out from the back of the house. She was standing in front of her dresser, picking out what jewelry to wear.

“We’re going to be late,” Neil yelled back from his spot on the barstool in the kitchen.

“No we’re not. We’re going to be early, like we always are.”

“If we’re not there early, we’re late.”

“Afraid you might miss something?” she laughed.

“Frankly, yes. You know how much I look forward to this night… I’m thinking this might actually be my year.”

“You act like you’re going to an awards show. Are you up for an Oscar?”

“I should be. I put on a pretty good performance a few months ago.”

“What performance was that?”

“I was the lead actor in ‘Annabelle Gets a Dungeon.’ I really think I’ve got a shot.”

“First of all, the Oscars are next month, and that movie just came out. So, technically, it won’t be eligible for an award until next year. Secondly, it was most definitely rated X, so I doubt it’s going to be nominated,” she noted as she came out from around the corner, hooking a dangling gold earring through the hole in her left lobe.

“Mmm… that’s a shame.” He eyed his wife, his heart beating faster as he saw how she was dressed. “You’d be a hit on the red carpet hanging off my arm.”

“Every movie star needs his eye candy,” she winked, putting her other earring in. “Besides, I’m sure there’s some kind of adult movie awards we don’t know about. And in that case, we might both be eligible.”

“If only I would have filmed it instead of just taking pictures.”

“Well, we’ll just have to get a video camera someday. Apparently, Ben and Olivia tape themselves all the time,” she teased. Finished, she put her hands on her hips, flashing her megawatt smile. “So, am I overdressed?”

She was wearing a black silk camisole top that scooped down low between her breasts, showing off the inner curves of her cleavage; the black lace bra underneath held them up wonderfully. Her nipples were attempting to poke through the shiny fabric, showing just how turned on she already was. The tan suede miniskirt was slightly longer than she usually would wear, but there were four-inch wide mesh black panels on the sides that showed everything from her hips to her thighs, and there was a matching one in the shape of a V in the front that showed off her pubic mound.

He grinned as he saw her landing strip through the mesh. She’d started growing it back the day after he’d released her as Annabelle, and she’d trimmed it wider. The strip was at least an inch and a half, and it came in full and thick. It was the same natural brown as her hair, but with blonde highlights. She’d added the same highlights to the wonderful brown curls on her head, and thought doing her mound the same way would be a nice touch. With the strip being wider, it stood out even more.

She sat on the stool next to him, watching him drool as she crossed her leg to strap on one of her 5-inch stilettos. The reflection of the lights flashed off the silver spikes of the heel, making him blink.

“So… am I overdressed?”

“Are you wearing a bra?” he asked, looking right at it.

“Barely. It’s a half-bra, and it’s strapless, so I might as well be naked underneath.”

“Are you wearing a thong?”

“Sort of,” she winked.

“What do you mean, sort of?”

“I’m wearing a thong that doesn’t cover anything… at all,” she teased.

She put her one leg down, parting her thighs as she grabbed her other shoe, giggling when she flashed him a glimpse of her pussy ring. Even though she’d worn it for years, she knew that always got him hard whenever she flashed it to him like she was. The fact that he knew she rarely wore panties under a skirt also did the trick, but it was always more fun to tease him.

He groaned as she let his eyes linger for a second, before crossing her legs to strap on the other shoe.

“I didn’t see a thong, babe… and trust me, I was looking.”

“Trust me It’s there… I’ll show you later.”

“So, you’re telling me you’re wearing a thong,” he laughed.

“I have to. A minimum of four pieces of clothing required… remember?”

“Oh yeah,” he grinned, thinking about the rules of the party they were attending.

“So, in the spirit of the night, I’m wearing one. It just happens to be one we sell at the store that’s a little modified. An actual thong really doesn’t go with this skirt, baby.”

“Modified,” he smirked.

She coyly shrugged in response. “What’s the fun of having a daring outfit if you’re not going to accept the dare and wear it the way it’s intended to be worn? It would be an insult to the designer, now wouldn’t it?”

“Camilla?” he assumed, thinking it was her boss’s mother that had created it.

“Actually, Mary Ann designed this one, but Camilla made it. Either way, I have an obligation to wear it the way it was meant to be worn, don’t you think?”

“I think it was designed to show off some sexy panties underneath.”

“That’s bitlis escort your interpretation. I happen to like mine better.”

“Far be it for me to question the fashion sense of a certified Super Bowl slut,”

“I’m your slut all the time, baby. Not just when the game rolls around.”

“That you are,” he said with a throaty growl. Standing, he leaned in, holding the back of her head as he took her mouth with his.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned, letting his tongue search for hers, loving how he anticipated what she needed. When he pulled back, she sighed. “I’m so thankful I married such an incredible kisser.”

“Me too, babe. So… are you ready to go now?”

“Not yet. I have to let out Roscoe before we leave. Remember?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann made her way down the well-worn path from their deck toward Samantha’s condo. The two had become fast friends, as if there were any other kind for Ann. It was incredible to him how little time it took her to become close to someone she just met. Part of it was her gift of discernment, able to read the sincerity and honesty of a person almost instantly. But it also said something about how Ann approached those new relationships. She invested in them fully, giving of herself as a way to connect in a more personal way.

It didn’t surprise Neil that she’d befriended the attractive widow; after all, it was just like his wife to reach out to someone in need. And even though it had been a couple of years since the tragedy that took Samantha’s husband, she was still hurting.

It was more of a dull ache these days, her life having gotten considerably better since she’d moved. It had been a difficult decision to finally sell the house. It felt like she was severing the one tie that connected her to Kevin. He’d always said that house was where they were going to build their life together, and they had. With him gone, that house still represented what they had shared. It was tough to think of giving that up.

She eventually went with the most logical of reasons as her basis for going through with putting it on the market. Since they didn’t have kids and it was just her and her bull terrier, she didn’t need that much space. And she certainly didn’t need to deal with all the yard work. They’d lived in a huge old home in the middle of town that sat on over three acres of lush green grass, filled with dozens and dozens of shade trees. She felt like all she did after work was mow the lawn or rake the leaves. It left her little time for anything else.

When she finally came to the conclusion that she needed to move, it all happened so quickly she wasn’t actually prepared for it. The house sold after less than a month on the market, retrieving well over her asking price. That was the result of an unforeseen bidding war behind the scenes between two very interested couples both hopeful of buying the house of their dreams. But because of that, she ended up with just three weeks to not only find someplace to live, but also to move in. She settled on the condo more out of necessity than anything else. She liked it, but she wasn’t in love with it. That made her feel like she was settling.

She knew going in that she didn’t want another house, but she couldn’t bear the thought of living in an apartment. Plus, she needed to invest in something with the proceeds on the sale, not wanting to pay a capital gains tax. Buying a condo seemed like a right idea. She just wished she’d had more time to consider her options.

Still, there were some attractive points to the one she bought. For one, it was on one of the ends; one of the first criteria she’d put on her list. There were six home units in all, and she was on the far end, which meant no traffic would be passing the front of hers, and she only had one neighbor to deal with as far as a common wall was concerned. Since they were an elderly couple, she had considerable peace and quiet.

It also had a small back yard that was fenced in; the perfect place where she could let her faithful companion run around free. And there was also some land beyond the back side of her fence where she could grow a vegetable garden; something she loved to do. Moving in mid-summer meant she wasn’t going to have much of one, but she threw herself at it anyway.

The initial change offered a refreshing outlook. Decorating a new home gave her something to do other than yard work when she came home from her job at a local accounting firm. She loved her job, and it had become a saving grace when she lost Kevin. The two partners in the firm had done everything they could to ease her burden, as had her dozens of co-workers. After a year, she began working toward becoming a limited partner herself, and she felt confident it would happen sometime in the coming spring.

But for time being, she was trapped in the middle of winter, and she was so grateful that she had a new neighbor she could honestly call a friend. It was the one feature of the condo that she hadn’t considered when she bought it, and it had turned out bolu escort to be the biggest reason she began to love living there.

It was so odd how she was attracted to Ann in the first place. Not physically, although she certainly could admit that she was a gorgeous woman. No… the appeal of Ann was her freedom; the carefree way she presented herself. And that was something she’d noticed from afar, long before she ever had a chance to meet her.

It was born from those evenings or weekends when she’d try to fight off boredom. Idle time was her enemy, because it could remind her of how lonely she was. She had to work to keep herself busy, even if it was with mundane chores. Late one weekend afternoon, she was busying herself, finally getting around to hanging curtains in her bedroom, when she caught a glimpse of her stunning neighbor walking into the house from her deck. She’d seen her before, many times, walking in the yard tending to her flowers, or moving about her deck… seemingly always in a tiny bikini. But this time she was noticeably different, and Samantha found herself staring.

It wasn’t something she’d ever considered, but she admired that someone would be so comfortable in their own skin they could walk about topless like she had. She’d only seen her bare back, but she had to admit, that turned her on a little. She found herself blatantly staring out her window, even after the woman had gone inside, thinking that she might come back out. Samantha didn’t dare take her eyes off the house up the hill, hoping she’d return, wanting to see the view from the front. She actually got upset with herself that she hadn’t been paying more attention when the enchanting girl-next-door rose from the hidden lounger, ignoring the fact she wasn’t aware she was there.

Leering out her window, it brought about a confusing mixture of thoughts, the first being Kevin.

She wondered what he would have thought of her walking around like that outside the home they shared for years. They certainly had the land for it, even in the middle of the town. She could have done it and not been seen. Her smile broadened at the thought of his reaction.

It was somewhat of an old bit at that point. She would be doing practically anything and it could make her think of him. The sadness of that faded over time. She’d gotten to the stage where she could view those instances with a more upbeat reflection. This particular rumination was groundbreaking. It was the first time she could recall giving in to the feeling of how much she actually missed being sexy for him without feeling sorrow. It actually brought out a desire inside.

Sex had truly never crossed her mind that first year. It wasn’t until a month after the anniversary of the accident that she actually got turned on by something, setting it aside as a moment of folly. It was a few more weeks before she realized that she was finding herself thinking about sex often, mostly because of a cute new employee that had been hired at the firm. He was young, and sexy, and way out of her league… at least in her mind. But that didn’t stop her from dreaming what it would be like to take him to bed.

That really was the final straw when it came to the house. She knew in her heart that she couldn’t move on with her life living where she was. It would always be her and Kevin’s home. Just the idea of dating someone wouldn’t be fair to his memory as long as she stayed there. She had no doubt that he loved her, so much that she knew he’d want her to be happy, even if that meant being in a long-term relationship with another man. She would have expected him to do the same.

But she needed to let him go, and she couldn’t do that in their house. While she couldn’t bring herself yet to take of her wedding ring, she felt her sexual urges pushing her to forge ahead. She was forty-one, and while she had an incredible fifteen years with her husband, she was too young to go the widow route and never fall in love again. Or at the very least, fall in lust. It was hard to admit at first, but she missed the feeling of a man in her arms, and between her legs.

She put the house up for sale on a whim, wanting to commit before she could change her mind. She actually got serious interest the very first weekend. So much so that her realtor warned her she should start looking for a place of her own. She ignored him, thinking for sure it would take at least six months before she needed to worry about it. When the offer came in far in excess of what she’d listed the property for, she had little choice but to accept. That put her in a mad scramble to find a place to call her own. The decision to buy a condo came easy. Finding one she liked proved tougher than she envisioned.

Still, she did like many things about her new home. It had three levels, and while she wasn’t thrilled with the idea of vertical living, it wasn’t as bad as she made it out to be. The front entrance was a split level. You had to walk up six stairs to the front door, only to choose whether to walk up or down six more once you entered burdur escort the residence. The downstairs led to the fenced in area, and it had a lot of storage, as well as the laundry room. While that was a pain, she loved that the previous owner had the good sense to install a laundry chute, which saved her carrying her clothes down just to wash them.

The spacious kitchen and living room were on the middle floor, along with a half bath. There was a nice-sized bay window offering the plenty of sunlight in the mornings, and a fireplace along the far outside wall; something the middle units didn’t have. Upstairs was a guest room, which she’d made into a little den. She did have a loveseat in it that pulled out into a single bed in case she might have a guest over, but she liked that she didn’t have an official second bedroom in the house. It somehow made it feel more like a home having another room to relax in besides the living room.

There was a small three-quarter bathroom off the hall with a standup shower, which was unusual for condo the size of hers. The master bedroom and bath were in the back of the top floor. The bathroom was perfect, with a large tub and lots of space. While the bedroom itself wasn’t huge, it was certainly comfortable. And again, she got the warm morning rays that she loved so much.

It was in her bedroom, hanging curtains to limit that sun, when she suddenly noticed Ann, and that she was half-naked. She was standing on a ladder, and she wondered if that was the reason she could actually see over the odd partitions that covered up the deck, hiding anything below the railing. With the condos being so far below it down the hill, she assumed it was the additional height that had allowed her to see slightly more.

In truth, she never really paid attention before, having been so busy trying to keep busy. But it was hard not to stare when she saw the bronze skin of her beautiful neighbor’s bare back as she walked into her house. It was a passing glimpse, but it stirred something inside her; something that she found oddly titillating.

She wasn’t sure when it happened, but there was a time over the next couple of weeks when she realized she was spending an inordinate amount of time staring out her bedroom window in the direction of that deck. At first it was just to make sure she hadn’t been imagining things. She justified it in her mind as research, of all things, wondering what it might be like to sunbathe topless. After all, she had a fenced in yard, offering privacy. She wouldn’t have a large amount of time under direct sunlight, what with the confined back yard, but it might be nice to try.

She kept looking, becoming borderline obsessed at the prospect of seeing the hot young woman to her east brazenly parading around on her deck without her top. It didn’t turn out to be that brazen, though. In all the times she’d found herself looking out the window, she’d only seen her bare back a handful of times.

It wasn’t until she came home early from work one Friday that everything changed. She had gone upstairs to change, and she took her customary look out the window out of habit. She was stunned that she not only saw Ann outside. There was also a half-dozen other women lounging about. And they weren’t bothering to hide their breasts at all if they happened to be standing.

Samantha became flushed. Racing downstairs to the living room, she turned off her air conditioner, even though it was humid and in the nineties outside. Quietly opening her window, she craned her neck. With the compressor and fan from the A/C off, she was hoping to be able hear what she couldn’t see.

She ended up spending three hours spying on the women frolicking on the deck. It was a shock at first, knowing what was going on. Or at least she thought she did. It finally came the point where she wished she was up there with them, no matter what they were doing.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t been with a woman before, at least in a vague sense. She’d done some innocent experimentation in college with a couple of sorority sisters. Nothing along the lines of all out lesbianism; they stripped, and watched each other masturbate. She enjoyed it, but she enjoyed the idea of men so much more, so it never went any further than that.

Watching from her perch on her mattress, she found herself becoming excited… extremely excited, even though she couldn’t see a thing that was happening. The mere idea of what she thought was going on had her on edge, to the point that she had to do something about it.

It was the first time since Kevin died that she found the courage to give in to her desires. She’d suppressed them for so long, unable to make herself to move on sexually. It wasn’t much different than the rest of her life. She had found it difficult to take the next step.

Now, with a new home and a new outlook, she was finding herself succumbing to the feelings that had been stirring inside her. She longed to be held, and kissed. She craved that intimate feeling of being in a strong man’s arms; the warm, sexy sensation that came with being desired. And for the last few hours, she’d been thinking of what it would be like to surrender to the charms of a sexy woman in the most intimate of ways. Yet at that moment, she simply hungered for the sweet release that came with an orgasm… even if she had to do it herself.

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I tried to warn Kevin, but it was too late. “What the fuck!” Kevin screamed as he ran into the living room.

“Mom! What are you doing?! Dad, what the fuck stop him! Brian how could you do this! I thought we were friends! How is this possible. I thought you were joking about my mom’s tits. I can’t go back to school with all the guys knowing you fucked my mom. You’re a monster!!” Kevin was pacing around uncontrollably as he tried to process what he was seeing.

“Suck harder, whore,” I said staring straight down at Jennie.

“What did you call her?!” Kevin yelled, loosing any remaining calm. In seconds he was lunging at me while I stood there with his mom’s dick down my throat.

I was nice and didn’t hit him too hard. Just enough to knock him on his ass. He was stunned for a few seconds, but not knocked out. Hopefully he got his senses back. Dude wouldn’t be able to lay a scratch on me with his short, wimpy frame.

“Sorry dude. You were scaring me. I really didn’t mean for you to see this. You should go out and swim a few more laps or go for a run or something. I’m almost done here. Only 5 or 10 more minutes till I cum, if she keeps up this pace.”

The sound of sucking – continuing unbroken throughout the whole ordeal – now even louder as the men sat in silence, awaiting the next move.

Being the only real man in the room, I guess it’s my job to shake the tension a bit. I step back from Jennie’s face, her lips popping loudly as I pull out the apple-sized head of my dick.

“Fine dude, I’ll make this quick if you insist on watching. You really shouldn’t be here though. We can talk more about this later, but dude, your mom is actually my whore. You know all those chicks I’ve told you about I call up whenever I need to cum? She’s one of them. And you know those stories I’ve told you dude. I can’t imagine you wanna see that stuff happening to your own mom,” I said to Kevin, as he continues to sit there dazedly.

“Turn around and lay your head back for me, slut. Then open wide”

“Seriously Kevin, please get out of here dude. I can’t imagine how hard it is to find out your mom is actually a whore. I guess be thankful she’s my whore. Tony would’ve told half the school by now. Keep cool, let your mom enjoy herself and I have no problem keeping this all our secret,” I say trying to lighten the mood.

I turn my attention back to my fuck toy. Her face ready and waiting. Even upside down it’s obvious she’s intently staring at my horsecock.

“Mom, you don’t have to do this. Please stop!”

“Jennie, he’s 18! For fuck sake. He’s a boy! Control yourself and just get up and walk away.”

Both Wilson men openly sobbing as I tower over the woman they love. I actually start to feel bad for a second. I really did want to ease Kevin into this. I just didn’t want to have to sneak around with his mom anymore. The sound ardahan escort of both men’s tears was too much though. The thought of the mom and wife they loved being so hungry for my dick that she openly defiles herself in their presence excited me to no end.

“Beg for it, cunt. Tell me just how badly you need this dick.” I guess I’m not going to be so quick after all.

I honestly didn’t expect what happened next. The slut turned to her son and said, “I’m sorry, Kevin. I really am so so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ll be punished for that later. You were put on this earth to be my cumdump slave. Now beg like the whore you are,” I spat at her. I took a moment to admire the totally obedient fucktoy I had laid out before me. She may be apologizing to her son, but her erect nipples clearly indicate she needs this.

“Brian, I’m here for you. You know I’ll do anything to satisfy your amazing dick. I can’t help myself. I’m ashamed to say I’m addicted to your cock. You don’t need to bully Kevin about this though. He knows. I hate it, but he knows. Whenever you’re over here, I promise to service your every need. Please there’s no reason to hurt Kevin though. Please don’t make him watch this. Can we please go to my bedroom? I’ll do anything you want. Anything!” desperation clear in her voice. Making Brian question his control over her.

“Slaves get no say. I told you to beg for my dick, not for mercy you fucking slut. No one is making your pathetic son watch. That faggot husband over there, he’s going to see everything I do to you. I told Kevin not to come in here though. He can leave whenever. Just like you can.”

“He’s in shock. It’s my fault. He can’t move – look at him! Please you can do anything you want to me in the bedroom,” Jennie pleaded one last time.

“I can do anything I want to you here, slut. I thought you understood that. I don’t care about you or your feelings. You’re not my friend, my girlfriend my fuck buddy or anything. You’re literally an object I use to make myself cum. That’s it. My property to use and abuse as I please. If you want a say in what’s about to happen… if you don’t want to be my fucktoy… then just tell me to put this huge dick back in my pants and leave your house,” I mockingly tell her as I waive my dick in her face.

“See Kevin. It’s really that easy. All your whore mom has to do is tell me to leave and this whole nightmare ends for all of you. Why don’t you tell her how badly you want that. You too faggot.”

“Jennie please, just make him leave. Don’t do this to me, to Kevin.”

“Mom!! I know you love me. Please, please don’t do this. You can stop. We still love you. I don’t know what he did to you, but you don’t have to go through with this. Just tell him to leave.”

“You hear that Jennie. You can stop this all right now. artvin escort Your family is begging you. Don’t you love them as much as they love you? They’ll forgive you for all of this. Just tell me to put my dick away. Come on Jennie. Just tell me you never need my dick again and I’ll leave you alone forever.”

I stood there silently, as the only sound that filled the room was the hopeful sobs of the most important men in Jennie’s life. I just let them cry, looking at her and awaiting any response. The whole time she was staring at my dick. Her eyes following along as I waived it around her face.

“That’s what I thought slut. Now beg. Beg for the most important thing in your life!”

“Fuccckkkkkk, Brian I need your dick. Every inch is so fucking thick. I can’t even get close to fitting my hand around it. Just the thought of your dick makes me soaking wet. I can’t explain it. I hate myself so much, but I’m not in control anymore. Your cock is. I know it’s insane – you’re just an 18 year old boy, my son’s swim teammate – but you have total control. Please feed me your cock. My body is on fire and I can’t wait any longer.”

“Good slut. Why don’t you be a good whore and tell me what in this room matters most to you,” I say as I look around at the pathetic Wilson men crying in their own misery.

Without any hesitation, Jennie says, “Your dick! Ok, I need it so badly. You know that. Now please feed me.”

“What do you love more, Jennie? Your husband or my dick?”

“Mom, this is enough! Stop it now!” Kevin yells, finally finding strength to stand to his feet.

Without taking her eyes off of my dick, she softly says, “this dick.”

“I couldn’t hear you, slut. Sit up, look that wimp in his eyes and tell him that my dick is more important to your life than 20 years of marriage with his sorry ass!”

“You can’t do this! Brian stop it please. Can’t you see you’re destroying my dad?”

“Shut the fuck up, Kevin. You know I’m not doing anything. Your mom is in control right now. You can either leave like I told you or sit there and let her do as she pleases. If you don’t want Tony knowing how big of a whore your mom is, you’ll be a good little boy.”

“Look him in the face, slut. Say it!”

“Jim, I know this is tough, but Brian’s dick is unreal. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so good, so full. I can’t live without it. His dick is the most important thing in the world to me. I hope you can understand why I love it more than I love you,” she said in the most matter-of-fact tone, as if declaring love for an 18 year old’s dick was a totally normal thing to do.

“Good slut. Now Kevin.”

A look of dread washed across her face. She had to know it was coming, but it obviously still hurt.

“Mom, No! You can’t. Come on, it’s just a dick. I’m your own son. I love you more bodrum escort than he ever will. Please just make him leave and let this whole thing end,” Kevin said, openly crying now, barely able to get that full statement out.

“One more word and I’m calling Tony to tell him to come over here. You aren’t in control here. She is. Stop slut shaming your own mother. If she wants to be my whore, that’s her right. Now leave or stay here and face the truth.”

“Tell him, slut”

“Your dick, OK. I love your dick more!” she said, staring straight at me.

“Not to me. Tell your son. Look in his eyes and tell him my dick is more important to you. Then lay back and take what you deserve.”

She actually paused for a second. Longer than a second actually.

I slowly started to make the motions of pulling my pants back up, when I finally saw her head turn towards Kevin.

“I love his dick more than you.”

Short and sweet. Made even more devastating by the fact she immediately turned her head back to my dick, grabbed my ass and pulled me into her throat. Kevin, now balling, didn’t even have time to turn and run out the house before the sound of his mom gagging uncontrollably filled the room.

I’m embarrassed at how quick the whole thing lasted. I’d never been so jacked up before. I just had a slut tell her own son she loves my dick more than him! I’ve made sluts do fucked up things for this dick, but holy shit. She chose me over her own family.

Playing that thought through my head caused me to lose track of just how hard I was riding her face. A couple minutes in I feel her pushing against my thighs, her face starting to turn blue. Her husband even gets up to run over. I pull my dick out of her mouth and push her off the couch. I notice the huge wet stain she left on the couch as I unleash the biggest load of my life all over their furniture.

The first shot almost covers the width of the entire couch. A long, thick line of my cum marking my new territory. Rope after rope continues to shoot out as I move my cock around to aim at every part of the sofa they were both just sitting on.

Ten shots in and I’m still going strong. 14…15…16… each shot as powerful as the last, making a loud landing on the Wilson’s beautiful sofa. I made sure to focus on the side he sits on, but had no problem giving all parts of the couch a good coating. By the time I was finished, 23 ropes of my cum stained their couch. Looked like it was designed by Picasso. I liked my version a whole lot better though.

When my orgasm died down, I finally notice Jennie laying on the ground. She’s breathing, but barely moving. The big grin on her face is clear though.

“Take care of her for me, faggot. She needs to be ready to fuck later. I’m going to find Kevin and make sure he’s okay. Your inability to please your wife is gonna fuck up your whole family dude. Get your shit together.”

“And don’t do a thing to that couch. Let it all soak up. One of the many reminders I’m going to leave around here so you don’t forget who your wife truly belongs to,” I say to him as I walk off, tucking my spent dick back in my swim shorts.

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Sarah found herself once again becoming fidgety and uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. She enjoyed her weekly woman’s support group, but when the topic turned to sex chat (as it inevitably did) she usually felt like she did not belong. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy sex as much as any normal woman does” she thought, but the group seemed to consistently degenerate into topics that she considered ridiculous, and not worthy of her intelligent consideration.

“Idiots” she thought, as Miriam Bennett regaled the group with tales of her latest cyber love fests. Miriam it seems, found cyber sex, and more recently phone sex to be her new decadent hobby. The other women laughed merrily, at the outrageous Miriam’s exploits. Miriam described in vivid detail (much to Sarah’s displeasure) her phone orgy of the previous night. She laughed coarsely as she told of her Lover’s orders involving a rather large cucumber, some rope, and Miriam’s repeating vulgar words upon command.

“Enough”! Sarah exclaimed angrily. The laughter and light conversation ceased abruptly, as the other women looked at Sarah in surprise. ” My dear Sarah” drawled Miriam, “whatever has crawled up your ass today?” Sarah swallowed hard trying to maintain her much needed composure. “Oh I get it” snickered Miriam “Miss high and mighty Sarah does not approve of phone sex.” Sarah, feeling the color rise in her face, got up slowly from her chair with as much dignity as she could muster. Slowly she allowed her gaze to move over each woman’s face in the room finally resting on Miriam. “It is my opinion Miriam and company, that anyone who feels the need to indulge in these types of perverse practices, should seriously consider some type of professional counseling, it is dysfunctional to the extreme.” With that she picked up her hand bag and haughtily strode from the room. The door closed sharply behind her, leaving Miriam Bennett with a rather wicked smile on her face. “Ladies,” Miriam chuckled, “I think it is time someone taught balıkesir escort Miss Tight Ass just how enlightening a good phone fuck can be.”

* * * * *

“Another lonely evening” sighed Sarah as she washed the dishes from her solitary dinner.

She raised her hand to tuck a stray tendril of auburn hair behind her ear. Soapy water rivulets ran slowly down her arm onto her expensive silk blouse. “Oh look what I have done” she exclaimed rubbing the water spot gently with her fingers. Sarah leaned into the sink for a moment as the steamy heat from the dishwater, combined with straying fingers on her breast caused searing heat to move slowly from her breasts to her warm wet pussy. Sarah startled herself. “Pussy,” she mused, “I don’t use words like that.” Even as she felt the familiar guilt, she rather liked the new sensations moving through her body that just one erotic word seemed to evoke.

“Perhaps Miriam is smarter than I give her credit.” Sarah allowed her fingers to move down her blouse slowly unbuttoning, stroking her full tits as the material of her blouse gave way. ‘Tits” she whispered allowed. She liked the way her nipples hardened as the forbidden word left her lips.

“It’s not like I haven’t had sex before” she reminded herself. She had been married to Jeff for years, and she had enjoyed their sexual encounters. They were nice, but never earth shattering. Jeff like herself, came from a wealthy protestant family, where sex, and certainly words like pussy and Tits were never said in good company, much less even behind closed doors.

“Yes, she thought, what would it be like to have someone just fuck me? Really fuck me.”

Just as her hand trailed down to inch up under her skirt, the phone rang shrilly, startling her from her naughty reverie.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, pondering letting the answering machine pick up the call.

Shaking her head, she reached for the receiver. “Hello” Sarah breathed into bartın escort the phone, her voice betraying the slightly aroused state she had brought herself to. Nothing but silence on the other end. “Hello,” feeling a bit anxious now, Sarah attempted to quiet her quickened breath. “Sarah, I know what you are doing” A low throaty male voice whispered to her from the phone. Sarah startled in fear and reached immediately to hang the phone up. She stopped herself, just as she almost slammed the phone into the cradle. “What is happening to me?” Not realizing she whispered the words allowed. Like in a trance Sarah brought the phone back to her mouth . “Sarah, I know you want to be fucked, and I want you to tell me exactly how you want it.” Again that mesmerizing voice, seductively stroking her resistance. “Who are you?” Sarah’s bottom lip trembled with something like fear, but not fear…. anticipation. “Sarah, I want you to take off your clothes, remove your blouse, skirt, bra and panties. When you are done I want you to go into the bedroom, keeping the phone against your ear, and lie down on your bed, legs spread as wide as you can, pussy exposed. When you have done this you will tell me.

Do you understand me Sarah?”

“Yes” was Sarah’s whispered reply.

Sarah moved into the bedroom, dropping clothing as she went. Part of her was dumfounded at this uncharacteristic yearning. She felt as though her body had taken control of her being. “I am ready, she breathed. “Sarah” her caller’s voice caressing her ear… “This is your fucking, I want to hear you say the words you know you need to say. You know how you want to be fucked Sarah, and you will describe it to me in full detail. Do you understand Sarah? Now begin, tell me how you need to be fucked.”

Her caller’s words filled her mind and body with intense longing. For a moment Sarah froze, feeling her body shaking with need, feeling the wetness from her pussy dampen the sheet underneath her, but unable batman escort to make the words leave her lips.

“Sarah” a bit roughly now, “Tell me how you need to be fucked”

“Hard” Sarah cried out “Hard, I want your hard throbbing cock, buried deeply in my wet pussy”

“Good Sarah, very good, now fuck yourself with your three right hand fingers, imagining that my cock is filling you” Sarah moved her hand eagerly into her soaked cunt. Hard and fast she fucked herself, her body convulsing, contorted in need.

“I need to hear you Sarah” her caller demanded. ” Now, lick those fingers Sarah, lick them where I can hear you doing it, and tell me how you taste.” Sarah hesitated for only a second, before bringing her fingers, dripping with her juices to her lips. Sarah licked and suckled her fingers hungrily, allowing her caller full access to her sounds. “Mmmmm, she breathed, “my cunt tastes so very good, musky and delicious”

“Good Sarah, what do you want to do now?” Sarah didn’t hesitate this time. “I want my nipples to hurt” she cried this loudly as she reached down and took her nipples between her fingers. “Pinch them now Sarah, and imagine my teeth ripping your tender flesh” Another scream emerged. “Please, please I need to cum, I need it so badly.”

“How do you want it Sarah?”

“On my knees” she cried out “I want you to fuck me from behind, my ass and pussy open and exposed”

“Sarah, well then get on your knees, and you may now cum” Sarah eagerly crawled onto her knees, raising her ass high, pussy dripping and exposed feeling the rawness of this erotic position she had never dared ask for before.

Sarah laid the phone down in front of her, her lips just inches from the receiver.

“I want to hear you Sarah.” Sarah reached underneath herself, inserting her fingers once again in her dripping cunt. Hard and fast she fucked herself, moaning with primal need. Into the phone she moaned, “Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me” louder and louder, until with a final scream she buried her hand deep inside her pussy as she tightened in the most powerful cum of her life.

Slowly, still shaking she brought the phone back to her lips… “Who are you?” She whispered again. Click… Silence at the other end of the phone line.

“I hope he calls me again”

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She slid her hand over his right knee until it rested just on the inside of his leg and began gently caressing him through his tux pants. He turned his attention away from the road for just a second to smile at his wife.

“Have I told you that you look incredibly beautiful tonight?”

“You have,” she purred, “but I love hearing it. Tell me more, handsome.” He chuckled, and she trailed her fingers a little higher on the inside of his thigh.

“You are stunning. Gorgeous.” Her hand crept a little further up. She was at mid-thigh now. “An absolute vision of loveliness.” Another inch. He glanced over and raised his eyebrow questioningly. “Very sexy.” Her next move grazed the head of his cock, which had begun to lengthen down his right thigh when she first touched his knee. He drew a quick breath, and said, “And very, very distracting.”

“I see.” She brushed her fingers over the head again, gently moving the silk of his boxers underneath his pants, and was rewarded with a strong twitch, and a quiet growl.

“You realize I’m driving, right?” Another quick glance at her revealed that her satiny dress showed her erect nipples. He let out a little groan.

“I do.” She gently scraped over the ridge of his cock with her nails. The twitch visibly moved his pants. “I’m finding it quite arousing to watch you fight to keep focus while I’m touching you.” Her voice was still the sultry purr that made his heart beat faster even when she wasn’t touching him.

She held the tips of her thumb and index finger together and placed it at the head of his cock and pushed down, parting her fingers to slide them down either side of what was now his fully erect shaft, and then dragged them back up again. His groan was louder, and deeper.

“Is this why you insisted on the silk boxers?”

“Perhaps.” She now slid her hand down between his legs to scrape her nails along his balls. He moved his left leg further towards the car door with a low moan, making room for her to reach lower. Her hand moved back down to cup him, gently fondling the twin bulges within, tugging on the loose skin, and shifting the fabric so that the silk was dragged along his balls and the base of his shaft.

“Oh…” bayburt escort it was a groan, and she checked his face to make sure his eyes were, in fact, still on the road. “Hon, you’re killing me.”

“Do you want me to stop?” She continued her fondling, knowing that he loved when she played with his balls.

Another groan as she tugged the loose skin one last time, and shifted to put her thumb and index finger around the base of his cock, encircling him as much as possible through the fabric. She didn’t move her hand, just squeezed gently.

He was breathing faster. “No. You know I don’t want you to stop.” Stealing another look at her, he added with a small smile, “And I know that you wouldn’t stop anyway.” She started to drag her circled fingers up his shaft, maintaining pressure. The resulting growl was rather louder than the last one, and made her heart beat faster.

“I love hearing you growl.” Her voice was husky. “And I love this.” She gave the head of his cock a gentle squeeze and a slight twist of her hand. He heard her breath speed up when she felt the resulting surge in his cock.

They had reached their exit off the highway, and at the stoplight he turned to her, put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to him for a deep, hard kiss. “We’re going to your event, sweetheart. If you aren’t careful we are going to need to turn around. I don’t have spare tux pants.”

“I guess I will just have to make sure you last until the hotel,” she replied. She eased her grip, but added the rest of her fingers, wrapping her hand around him, and beginning slow, full strokes from base to tip.

The light changed, and the car behind them honked. He looked up and started through the intersection. She was still stroking. He was breathing harder.

“If you think what you’re doing right now is the way to make me last, I have some news for you.” She noticed his hands gripping the steering wheel rather tightly, and released her hold on him entirely, allowing him a few breaths to calm down a bit before resuming her teasing. This time she focused just on the head, gently running her fingers back and forth over the bilecik escort ridge that was clearly visible as his cock strained upward, trying to escape his pant leg.

“Better?” She knew the answer, but it was fun to ask.

“God, woman,” he breathed quietly, and she chuckled low in response.

“We are almost there. Just a bit longer.”

He glanced over at her again briefly. “And then what? I do hope that you have a plan that reaches beyond stroking me to distraction in the car.” She shifted back down to fondle his balls again.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” She tugged gently on the loose skin between his legs, resting her wrist on the rock hard shaft in his right pant leg. “Maybe I’m just planning on leaving you like this all evening.” She gave his entire crotch a final sweep from the bottom of his balls up to the tip of his cock. And then stopped touching him entirely and sat back in her seat, enjoying the way his eyebrows crept up his forehead. They were pulling into the hotel parking garage.

The lot was rather full, and it wasn’t long before her hand crept back to his lap, stroking his length once more as he continued to search for a parking space. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist,” he said with a groaning sigh. “You’re a minx.” She laughed, and increased pressure and speed, sliding her hand more rapidly over his hard shaft, making sure to pay special attention to the head on each upstroke.

He finally found a parking space, breathing heavily, starting to moan softy with each stroke. “Back in to the space,” she said, now teasing just the head of his cock, quickly sliding the silk back and forth over his frenulum.

“You have to stop for a second.” She looked at him questioningly. He grabbed hold of her wrist. “I’m going to wreck the car trying to back into the parking space otherwise.” She acquiesced, and he successfully maneuvered the car into the empty space.

Taking him in hand again, she picked up where she left off, teasing his frenulum with the silk, and whispering, “Your job now is to keep watch.” She released her seatbelt, and he followed her lead. Bringing her lips to his ear, she whispered, bingöl escort “Because I’m going to finish you off with a magnificent blowjob before we go in.” He briefly closed his eyes and swore softly as she unzipped his pants, and then swore again as she wrapped her hand around his hard cock and maneuvered it through the fly of his boxers and up into the air.

Gently stroking him, rubbing the precum around the head, she whispered one more time before beginning, “Open your eyes. You have to keep watch.” And then she wrapped her lips around him, and slid down to where her hand was wrapped around him.

“Oh.” He was breathing rapidly as she began sucking, stroking her tongue along his shaft. “Oh, yes.” He was already close from all the teasing. This wasn’t going to take long at all. She slid up so that just the head was in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the ridge while she stroked with her hand. She brought her other hand over and cupped his balls.

His hands rested on her hair, and he fought to keep his eyes open. He saw several people walk down the next aisle, but no one near enough to see what they were doing. But at any minute someone could walk up to get in the cars on either side of them. That possibility added excitement. He knew that’s what she had intended. His involuntary swearing increased as she increased tempo and sucked harder, and he felt his orgasm rise through his balls as they pulled up tighter to his body. “Oh, God, I’m going to come. Don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop.” Panting, trying not to yell. “I’m coming!” And he closed his eyes, gripped her hair and thrust up into her mouth and hands.

She kept her lips wrapped around him through his orgasm, swallowing as the pulses from him filled her mouth, loving the way he was thrusting his hips. She used her tongue on him as the pulses died down, knowing that he would be sensitive. She finally gently tucked his softening cock back into his boxers, patting gently, and zipped him up. He was laughing, a low, husky, satisfied sound, and she sat up and smiled at him.

“Baby, I have no idea where that came from, but thank you. That was amazing.” His voice drawled slightly, as if forming complete words required extra effort.

“I know you hate these events. I thought I would thank you in advance.” Her eyes were dancing, and she looked rather pleased with herself.

“Well, then you are very welcome. Anytime.” The corner of his mouth twitched up in an adorable half smile. “Truly. Anytime.”

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This seemed like the place. With this many cars parked outside it had to be. But for a party it wasn’t very loud. Checking my phone one more time I look over the series of texts that Chelsie had sent me. I had never been that much of a party goer but she insisted that I come to this one. Apparently the girl who hosted them, Sandra, was rather selective about who she let into her parties and it was some kind of super exclusive thing. Of course that made me question why I had been invited. It would make sense for some popular football player or a jock from the hockey team to be invited, not a nobody computer science major like me.

But unless Chelsie had sent the texts to the wrong person I had been invited. Supposedly there were only four people, not including myself, who were all invited. So maybe party wasn’t the most accurate term. Not in the college sense of dozens of people all packed into a frat house. Still though the way Chelsie went on about it you’d think this small little party was way better than any of those. A small voice in the back of my head kept telling me to just go home, I’m already half an hour late. I can just text Chelsie and tell her that I couldn’t make it for some reason or another.

No. This was my chance. I had been a shy introvert all through high school and this was my chance to get out of my shell and hopefully have some fun. Just relax and try to go with the flow. Maybe I’ll have a little bit of fun along the way. Walking up to the door I hear muffled sounds coming from inside. What sounds like girls laughing and chatting, though some other noises are mixed in that I can’t quite recognize. Ringing the doorbell there’s a sudden hush before I hear footsteps approaching the door and the sound of the locks being undone. The door swings open and a darker skinned girl with long black hair and popping auburn eyes looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“You must be Mason, Chelsie almost thought you might not show,” she says with a smirk across her face. My eyes scan down her body. A purple tank top with no obvious designs hugs her form rather nicely and shows off the fact that she’s not wearing a bra. Her nipples are obviously hard atop her probably D cup breasts that sag ever so slightly. Further down her form I see that she’s not wearing anything besides her shirt, though that’s not what grabs my attention. What grabs my attention is the very large and very erect cock between her legs.

Just at a glance it has to be at least a foot long and proportionally thick. The dark and veiny shaft ends with a flared out purple head. At least half of her length is slicked and glistening with some kind of substance and precum drools out of the tip onto the floor. Just below it a sack with a pair of tennis ball sized nuts hung down. And just above is a neatly trimmed patch of hair the same color as on her head. Before I can say anything she grabs me by the shirt and pulls me into the house. The door closes and locks behind me and I start to really think I should have just bailed like I was thinking earlier.

“Mason!” I hear Chelsie’s voice call out just before she comes around the corner from another room and pulls me into a tight hug, “I didn’t think you were going to make it.”

Still somewhat stunned I don’t respond, my gaze drifting down Chelsie’s form when she steps back out of the hug. Sure enough there between her legs is the same as the other girl. Of course her’s is different, but it is still a cock. Maybe nine inches or so long though somewhat thin for its length. the same light pale as the rest of her skin, a pink head half covered by foreskin and also dripping with precum. The shaft itself isn’t nearly as veiny as the other girl’s though there is one rather prominent one on top. A strip of dyed pink hair sat above her girl-shaft and a pair of golf ball sized orbs sat snuggly in a sack hugging her body.

“Wh.. what is… going on?” I ask, my eyes suddenly yanking themselves up from Chelsie’s girl-dick to her face. Already I could feel my cheeks flushed with arousal and embarrassment. I had always thought Chelsie is kind of attractive. Long blonde hair, ocean blue eyes and a face that made her perfect for the cheerleading team. And a nice pair of perky C cup tits that were currently being held in a lacy pink bra. But she had always been just a childhood friend to me. Sure I had fapped off to the thought of her once or twice but I’m sure plenty of guys had.

“Sorry, I couldn’t tell you before you showed up, but we’re having an orgy!” Chelsie says with a great amount of enthusiasm. If it weren’t for what she said I probably would have gotten excited too. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Before I have a chance to protest I find myself being lead by the hand into the same room Chelsie had just come from. Inside are two other girls, and yes they both have dicks. One of them I recognize from one of my classes. A smaller girl with shorter brown hair down to her shoulders and a pair of cute bayburt escort black rimmed glasses over her similarly brown eyes. A small almost flat chest, definitely A cups, which I couldn’t even notice under the brown sleeveless turtleneck she is wearing. She definitely had the cute, shy, nerdy girl thing going for her. I hadn’t expected her of all people to be at a place like this.

“Anna?” I ask with a gaping jaw. Sitting on the couch with a hand around her cock she stops jerking off and her face turns bright red when she sees me. Her dick was probably the smallest of the group. About seven inches long and slightly thick for its size. It is obvious with the darker red of her tip that she is cut. Her shaft is smooth and almost feminine in a way. The bush around her cock is far more prevalent than the other girl’s though it is neatly trimmed and looked incredibly soft. But the most striking feature at her crotch has to be her balls. Each one is about the size of a grapefruit or so. And her production seems to match as her entire lap is glazed in what I can only assume to be precum, a strand of it quite literally shooting from her cock as it twitches in her hand.

The final girl I don’t exactly know, but I definitely have seen her before. The sides of her head are shaved down and the top is cut short and dyed neon blue. Dark colored eyes that almost look black and a bull style nose ring. She is completely nude a large tribal looking tattoo down her left arm. Her other arm is currently busy with what looks like a thin dildo being shoved down her cock. And what a cock it is. It isn’t too long, maybe eight or nine inches, but the damned thing is thick. A can of soda would have some tough competition next to her girth. Just below it her plum sized balls hug her crotch tightly. She’s the only girl with a completely shaved crotch.

“Hi, Mason,” Anna says with a wave of her free hand, by now her blush was covering the entirety of her face.

“Oh, you two know each other? That’s great!” Chelsie says with a quick clap, “Okay. So you know Anna. And that’s Quincy, and the girl who you met at the door is Sandra.”

“O…kay…” I say with a small nod, still unsure of exactly why four girls with cocks would invite me to their orgy. Not that I want to say no, but I’m just too nervous even now to admit how turned on I am. Something about a girl with a cock always turned me on. Plus vagina’s were just… gross looking. Just thinking about one always made my boner go down some. I wouldn’t say I’m gay exactly because I’m not into guys, the whole male physique doesn’t do it for me. But a feminine body with a nice dick attached to it always got me going.

“I bet you’re wondering why I told Chelsie to invite you,” Sandra asks as she walks past me and puts a hand on Chelsie’s shoulders. Almost as though it was choreographed she gets on her knees and licks her lips as she found herself eye level with the brown cock in front of her. Taking the shaft into her mouth she starts bobbing back and forth on it, most likely confirming the source of why Sandra’s cock was already slick.

“Um… y… yeah,” I say as my eyes try to find somewhere to look other than Chelsie giving the other girl a blowjob. Or down to Chelsie’s cock to see her jerking off while doing it. Or over to Anna who’s hand seems to now be moving in overdrive as her cock is spewing out precum, doing its best impression of a sprinkler. Or over to Quincy who’s still leisurely fucking her own dick with a pink dildo. I shift myself a bit in an attempt to hide how hard I’m getting, though that seems to only draw more attention to the bulges in my jeans that’s becoming more and more obvious by the second.

“Well Chelsie told us about how she had seen you naked once and how interestingly hung you are, so we wanted to see for ourselves. Feel free to join us, trust me you won’t regret it,” Sandra says, one of her hands now on top of Chelsie’s head as she starts to thrust her hips slightly into the other dickgirl’s mouth. I stood there watching, now unable to stop myself from staring at the sight. Not answering the question either.

Hearing a long and loud moan snapps me from my trance. Sandra begins bucking her hips before one final thrust and she forces her foot long cock down Chelsie’s throat. I can’t see it but it is obvious the dark skinned girl is cumming, and cumming hard. And she cums for quite a while, eventually pulling back and stroking her spit slicked shaft as it spews several more ropes of her cum over Chelsie’s face.

Now painfully erect in my own jeans I can’t even hide the bulges down the legs of my jeans. Sandra takes a deep breath before she turns towards me, her cock dripping a bit of cum onto the floor as she steps closer. Her hands reaches down and takes hold of my belt, undoing it in short order and reaching for the button of my jeans.

“Hey wait I…” I start to say, though give no physical resistance to her actions. But before I bilecik can finish my protest Chelsie comes up behind me and takes hold of my jeans just as Sandra undoes the zipper. My pants and boxers are yanked down to my ankles and my twin cocks spring up to full attention, one sitting right above the other. Each one is the same light tan color as the rest of my skin, the tips both mostly covered in foreskin even when hard. Their shafts slightly veiny and slightly thicker further up the shaft than at the base. Fourteen inches long and two and a half inches around, I was somehow blessed or maybe cursed, with not one massive cock but two.

“Holy shit!” I hear Quincy say from the couch.

“I… I didn’t… oh wow…” Anna chimes in as her eyes locked on to my twin members.

“See. I told you guys,” Chelsie says with a smug look on her face as she stands up behind me.

“How the hell does he even have enough blood to power those things?” Quincy says, sounding genuinely amazed.

“So what do you say, Mason? Want to have some fun with four dickgirls?” Sandra asks with a grin on her lips as she reaches a hand down and takes hold of my upper cock, her fingers not even able to fully meet around my thickness.

My eyes quickly go from Sandra to Chelsie to Anna and to Quincy. I have to admit that they are all pretty attractive, and I never expected them to each have a cock between their legs. And being incredibly turned on by a girl with a dick, is was like something out of a wet dream for me.

“S… sure” I say with a nod. It seems that was all Sandra needed to hear as her hand begins to stroke up and down my upper cock, her grip light enough that she can slide along my length even without lube. Suddenly feeling a pair of hands on my lower shaft I look down and notice that Chelsie had wrapped her arms around my waist and is stroking it, still plenty of room on my lower massive cock for more hands. Sandra gazes at me with a pretatorial grin and a gleam in her eyes that sends a small shiver down my spine. If it weren’t for the fact that she has a hand on my dick like this I might have been scared but at this point I don’t think I can pull away if I wanted to right now.

“Hey. Anna. Some help here. We’re gonna need some serious lube for these monsters,” Sandra says, her gaze never leaving my face as she licks her lips. As if I were in some kind of trance I can’t look away and only notice movement out of the corner of my eye. Anna is somewhat short, which only makes her seem cuter. And those balls are something else. I wonder what it’d be like to give those huge orbs a massage. And thinking about it now it made sense why she always wore long skirts. Pants simply wouldn’t be able to hide two nuts that big. As she crosses the room she leaks a dribble of precum along the way, it seems like she is having a hard time not stroking for those few seconds.

Once Anna is close enough she begins stroking furiously again. It is kind of strange to consider her cock small as it was still big compared to most people but when put next to everyone else here it was the smallest. Though maybe Chelsie’s was thinner. Almost as soon as she began stroking again her cock started to spit out long ropes of clear precum like it had been. Her crotch was still soaked in the stuff and the couch had a noticeable wet spot where she had been sitting. As the warm and slick pre landed erratically over my cocks and the three hands attending to them both Sandra and Chelsie’s stroking got faster with the added lubrication.

“Thanks Anna,” Sandra says which seemed to prompt the quiet mousy girl to scutter back to her spot on the couch and resume her stroking. I began to notice that every so often she would stop herself, letting go of her cock. Normally when she did this it would start to spray precum wildly over herself like a pre orgasm. After a few seconds of letting herself calm down she’d go back to vigorously stroking again and spurring small blasts of precum over her lap and the couch.

“Fuck~ I’ve wanted to get my hands on these since that time I saw you naked,” Chelsie says from behind me. Her hands start moving faster along my cock, as though she’s really trying to get me to cum. Sandra on the other hand was going a bit slower, still staring directly at me. She had control over me right now and she knew it. She seemed to enjoy it too.

My balls tensed up as I grew closer to cumming. While I have two cocks they were separate when it came or cumming. Now I could get them both off at the same time though more often I could make one cum and then switch and use the other. Most the time this meant that I could jerk off one and then when it was done and went soft I’d switch to the other. The side effect being that the one that I had gotten off first would get back into action while I jerked the second dick. When I was really horny I could go back and forth like this having a new orgasm every fifteen minutes or so for an hour. Usually though bingöl escort after two good orgasms on each I’d be tired out. Still better than most guys I like to think.

Right now my bottom shaft was the one closer to cumming. And Chelsie wasn’t slowing down. In fact she was getting faster, as if she could sense that I was getting close. My climax came quicker than usual and hit me like a train. Taking a long deep breath in my bottom cock starts twitching and I feel cum starting to work up it’s length as well as the one above it though that one slightly slower. While my orgasms were separated by cock they were connected by the same tube down to my balls and so when one came they both would shoot out cum. Admittedly the one doing the work generally came more while the other one was a bit slower.

My eyes shut as the first blast of cum shoots from my tip. I can’t say for sure but I’m pretty sure that I was cumming on Sandra. Now I’ve never been very vocal when jerking off or cumming, and this wasn’t that different. Breathing heavily I open my eyes and look down to see that I was right. While my bottom cock is doing most the work of spraying my ball batter over Sandra’s crotch the top one actually spewing over her own dick as she’s placed the tip just above her own shaft. A glance back up at her face shows that she’s watching the spectacle at our crotches intently.

When my orgasm finally dies down Sandra’s crotch is obviously covered in plenty of white cream. Chelsie’s hands slow as she milks out what is left inside my urethra while my lower cock starts to go soft. The fact that my upper shaft remains hard though seems to surprise Sandra. Her gaze comes back up to lock eyes with me.

“So this one’s still hard then?” she asks with excitement in her voice.

“Yeah… um… they cum together but… well they can get off separately. Though I can get them to both go off at the same time but they can be separate. But because internally its connected they both shoot at the same time..” I catch myself starting to talk a bit too much and decide to stop, my cheeks getting redder than they already were.

“Chelise. Get over here. My dick needs something other than this toy,” I hear Quincy say as she pulls the dildo out of her incredibly thick cock. A she does I see that her urethra is spread wide open. I don’t think anyone’s cock here could fit inside besides Chelsie’s though due to how thin it was. Still though it was a surprise as I watch my friend press her cock against the other girls. Never did I think I’d watch one girl’s cock literally going down into another girl’s. It was a hell of a sight to watch Quincy’s cock take Chelsie’s like that. I kind of wonder what it would feel like to have something inside my urethra like that.

My attention is brought back down to my still hard upper cock as I feel something wet against the tip. Looking down I expected to see Sandra with a cat like grin on her face as she teased my shaft. Instead I found that while I wasn’t paying attention Anna had snuck over and had gotten on her knees in front of me. Even now she looked somewhat nervous and embarrassed to be doing what she was and still she held onto my cock with one small hand while her tongue began to swirl across the head.

“I… I always wanted to do this… I just… well…” Anna says, her eyes looking down as she continues to lick my shaft. Despite her claiming eagerness her shyness apparently overshadowed it.

“Hey! I wanted to be the first one to suck him off!”Chelise complained as she looked over, her hips moving back and forth as her cock disappeared inside Quincy’s over and over again.

“Anna here told us she had a crush on a guy, never thought it’d be the same guy Chelsie was always talking about. Looks like you have a good old fashioned love triangle on your hands,” Sandra says with a small laugh as she walks around behind Anna. Tapping the shy girl on her shoulder in some kind of non verbal command. Immediately Anna got off of her knees and without ever leaving my cock she got to her feet to present her ass to Sandra. Now bent over Sandra preses her cock against what was either Anna’s pussy or asshole. With her cock covered in my cum there definitely wouldn’t be a problem with needing lube. With a wicked grin on her face Sandra shoves her hips. Immediately Anna lets out a long moan as I hear a splattering sounds coming from below her. Leaning to the side I can see that she’s actually cumming now, though the thick white cock goop seems to be coming in a constant stream rather than quick shots.

“Anna can only cum from being fucked like this. She jerks off a lot but she’s never able to actually cum unless she has something in her ass. She also gives the best head, trust me you’re in for a treat,” Sandra says to me with a grin across her face as she pushes her cock forward into Anna’s ass. Just then I feel warmth envelope the tip of my cock. Sure enough as I look down Anna is taking my upper shaft into her mouth. This definitely isn’t how I expected my first ever blowjob but even just the first inch or so of my cock inside her mouth felt amazing. The warmth and wetness combined with how she was sucking and the movement of her tongue is mind blowing.

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It had been 69. Soixante-Neuf. It sounded sexier as she said it, as did almost everything she whispered to him, her love and sex talk and moaning in her native tongue. He understood the sense of it, if not the literal translation. It had been slow, intense, deliciously fantastic–he barely knew her, yet somehow, there was this wet, hot, extraordinary meeting.

Somehow it had progressed from seeing each other at a meeting of international partners: a look, a checking out, an assessing and measuring of an unknown person, had gradually come to include secret smiles as they each noted finding amusement at the same points in the tediously long presentations.

As if in a dream, they had both walked out at a break point in the proceedings. It was meant to be 30 minutes for a stretch, a pee, a coffee, or time to call in and retrieve messages:all the myriad chores attendant on being “on the road” and away from home.

Without discussion or introduction, they had got on the elevator, travelled to the executive floor, each one nominally going to their respective rooms to freshen up.

At her door, she turned to him and simply said, “Come in.”

There was no pretense, no verbal foreplay. She simply walked in, expecting him to follow. She turned to face him, looked him in the eyes, and stepped out of her skirt.

He was afraid to say a word, to break whatever spell this was, to make it pedestrian, or awkward, or to stop whatever magic was making this woman present herself to him afyon escort as if a gift.

“Je veux soixante-neuf,” she breathed, so softly that he could barely hear, could scarcely believe. But he moved to her, quickly taking off his own clothes as he watched her continue to undress. She laid her silk blouse on the sofa, retrieved her skirt and placed it there as well. She stood before him in her bra and panties, a teen fantasy dream of garters and stockings and high heels. Jesus. Is this what all French women wear?, he thought.

He stripped. She led him to the bed, and motioned for him to lie down, and then the crawled up over him, straddling his shoulders with her knees and affording him an amazing view of pussy and ass. She hung over him for a moment, teasing him, as she began her oral laving of his raging hardon. Quickly he realized he couldn’t bear it, ripped her wisp of panties aside, snapping the gossamer thread that held them together, he grabbed her ass and pulled her down into his mouth. His only defense against her power was to try to stir her as she had stirred him.

He slurped and plunged. He tongue fucked her. He concentrated the hard point of his tongue on the ridge of her clit, sucking it into his mouth, nipping and mouthing her lips. He moved her with his hands, pulling and pushing her ass to gain access to all of her slit, from the top of her clit hood to the opening of her asshole.

She was sucking him, moaning, her body shaking aydın escort and quivering with arousal. He quickened the pace of his sucking, loving the taste, the smell, the sound of her. Shortly, she began to buck and cry out, a high, keening sound, signalling her seeking, her closeness to completion.

He plunged his fingers in to aid his tongue, to press against the swollen, ballooning flesh at the top of her inner wall. God, she was dripping! Suddenly, she was beyond control or thought, over the edge, cumming in rolling waves and spasms, her body almost convulsing with the strength of her muscle contractions.

The intensity of her cumming drove him over the edge– the erotic intensity was beyond his ability to think, to delay, to prolong. He felt the rope, the cord of his cock become lava, hot, liquid, explosive. He throbbed and spurted, cumming and cumming in great torrents. An ocean of cum.

On recovery, he paused, stunned. Good God Damn. What the hell do I say after THIS! He was still powerfully aroused by what had happened, a little embarrassed, a little fearful of what could POSSIBLY come next. Realizing that her breasts were covered in his spunk. She smiled at him, her laughing, warm eyes conveying her satisfaction and pleasure. She slowly stroked her fingers across her breasts, collecting cum, and placed her fingertips at her lips, first painting them as if with lip gloss, and then sucking the cum off them, and always, always, smiling at him with ağrı escort that cat-got-the-cream look on her beautiful face.

He wanted to do something, to be more than an observer or recipient of her sexual largesse, so he began to massage his cum into the cramy skin of her torso and breasts. As he did so, her nipples pebbled, and she began to move, and arch, and tilt her pelvis.

He moved to her now, kissing and licking her mouth, gently pulling and squeezing and pinching her nipples as he continued to smooth the cum into her skin.

Now he took charge, gently moving her body, turning her on her side, spooning her, his body curved protectively around her back, his arms caressing, his limp cock nestled in the wet between her thighs and ass cheeks. He stroked her with his right hand, her arm, her breast, her hip, down to her lovely pussy. His cock began to stir in animal response to her moaning and pelvic movements against his urging hand.

Now he moved her over further, almost on her stomach, his cock head surged, wanting to be inside that hot, red, glistening cunt. She moaned, she fucked his hand. Finally, she breathed, “baise-moi”.

And he rose up over her lovely round ass and plunged his cock deep, deep, deep into her glorious pussy.

She groaned as he hit her back wall, arching up, fucking him back, on her knees now, urging him, urging him, begging for all he could give and spend and cum. And she let out a shuddering cry and gushed, flooding out of her. He felt like a God, a primal, elemental, sexual, animal FUCK, and let out a cry of triumph as his own cum engulfed them both. Ramming and thrusting, he came and came and came.

As he fell back to the bed, barely conscious, he heard her gentle laugh and sweetly spoken, “merci, bel ami”.

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*Note to readers: Thank you so much to my readers if you have made it this far. If you are just now starting the story I urge you to start from Chapter one. These Chapters are not meant to be read as stand alone stories and I fear if you start here you are not going to know what is going on. Other than that as usual all persons taking part in sexual activities are over the age of 18 and I hope you enjoy the story*

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Blake frantically tacked away at his laptop as he sat in Calculus 2. Most of the time he took notes by recording formulas, and working problems in the workbook for the class, but this latest stretch of equations required him to write out how he was going about determining which sequences to use. As he got the last segment copied down his mind began to wander to the week that had gone by so far.

It was Wednesday and he had mostly dedicated his time to studying and going to the gym. Tuesday he started going to a theatre group that he’d read up on in one of the cafeterias from a bulletin board. The group was called Tuesday Comedy to Romance, and while the name wasn’t all that creative, the group was more talented then he would have guessed. They introduced themselves by going into a character that each of them made up on the fly with 5 minutes of preparation.

Blake introduced himself as Gordon Malcom. He gave himself a voice similar to Paul Rudd and told the group that he was majoring in criminal justice and that he wanted to be a police officer.

“And what is it about Gordon that is so different from Blake Morris?” The professor running the group asked. He was a balding, grey haired man, named Dr. Foster that had studied and performed in the theatre arts for almost 35 years.

“Everything.” Blake said staying in character. “Blake is wild and can’t keep his dick in his pants. Gordon Malcom has had 2 partners since he got out of high school and he wishes he was still a virgin.”

Many of the students laughed at this and Blake even saw a boy and girl out of the corner of his eye snicker and whisper to one another.

“And what are you two giggling about?” Blake said still keeping Gordon’s squeaky ‘I love you man’ Paul Rudd voice.

The boy looked sheepishly at the girl he had been whispering to and then said. “I certainly like Blake better.” His voice was sassy and Blake smiled as he realized he had a male admirer.

“Too bad for you then. Gordon’s two partners were men, while Blake prefers the company of women.” Blake said trying to keep his character voice from cracking. He immediately thought about Dr. Smiley touching him on the table. Funny how he was trying to tastefully turn away this male attention when he knew good and well that another man had in fact touched him. He was being a bit aggressive and it was not working out the way he had hoped.

“Right.” Dr. Foster said. “Do you think you can come up with some character traits that don’t have to do with sex?”

“Well sure, I Gordon Malcom, love to play sports. Blake prefers to hang with the coolest folks in school, the theatre nerds.”

Several of the others laughed at this while a couple others acted like they were coughing as they said “Kiss ass” or “suck up”

The group broke up into smaller groups of threes and rehearsed some situations to act out. Once 10 minutes had gone by each group got to perform. The guy that had addressed Blake earlier was in his group now. His name was Raymond and he kept breaking character momentarily any time he had to interact with Blake. Blake thought it was cute and played along even though he had no interest in Raymond. The rest of the group took their turns and they wrapped up by congratulating each other on a job well done.

Back in the present Blake realized he looked forward to the next session and for once, he found himself looking ahead to more than just Sunday at the league. It was then that he realized he currently didn’t have another appointment with the league that he knew of. They hadn’t actually told him when to report back, just that he needed to be ready should a performance come up.

He didn’t want to keep thinking about the league. He started thinking about other activities he could involve himself in. Intramural sports, weightlifting leagues, there had to be something that could keep his mind off of sex besides keeping up with his grades.

He walked to his last class of the day which was also his least favorite. History was not a class needed for his major but was still a core curriculum that he needed to pass to move on to his Junior year. He found his usual seat and started getting out his materials for taking notes.

There was still 10 mins before class started and he was about to start playing a game on his phone when he got an unusual text message. Instead of just being a message from a friend it read as follows:

“CURRENT MESSAGE FOR MR. SHY AND MISS SLICK

PERFORMANCE DATE THURSDAY 10PM

LOCATION PRIMARY LEAGUE HQ

PERFORMERS: MR. SHY, MISS SLICK, DR. GENTLEHANDS adana escort AND CAPTAIN STRANGE

DO YOU ACCEPT?”

Blake stared at his phone for a moment and then put it back in his pocket. Who the hell were all these people? He of course knew Dr. Gentlehands. Just thinking about her and her aggressive yet soft stroking style of jerking him off made his dick become sensitive and grow slightly in his pants. His mind went back to the other three names. Miss Slick and Dr. GH were female, but what about Captain Strange? That was a completely gender neutral name. And what exactly would he be doing with these three other people?

At least in his theatre group now, and the ones in high school, he had a description of his part whenever he got offered a position in an act. He wondered if he was even supposed to be acting in these ‘performances’. He certainly didn’t have to do any acting for his first one. He just laid there and let someone jerk his dick off as many times as possible. He would like to think that being someone with a theatre background had played a part in his being chosen for this society. Surely they wanted him to be some kind of character besides a Shy boy with a dick that could ejaculate over and over again?

His phone vibrated a moment later and pulled him out of his thoughts. He thought it would be another message from the same sender but it was a message from Carson.

“Sure would like to come see you again. I don’t care if you’re still out of commission. We can just hang out if you like.”

He typed back. “I would like that. I should be free Friday. Can I come to your place this time?”

To the other message from the league he texted. “Thursday is fine, does it have to be that late?”

A message back from Carson said. “Why don’t we start with dinner first big boy? I know we are fuck buddies but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk and be friends right?”

He texted back. “Ha yeah of course. I’m sorry.”

He started actually paying attention as the course started up. Halfway through the class his phone vibrated again. He sneaked a peek at it.

“TIMES ARE NOT NEGOTIABLE. YOU DON’T HAVE CLASS AT THAT TIME SO WE EXPECT YOU TO BE THERE.”

“Sheesh.” Blake sighed to himself. He resumed taking notes for his history class. His phone remained silent for the rest of the period. At the end of class the professor reminded the group that they had an exam on Friday and that it would account for 25% of their final grade. Blake gulped and decided he would study Thursday, most of the night before reporting to the league.

“No big deal.” He thought to himself.

From history class he went to the gym and met Adam at the front entrance. They worked out shoulders, arms and back muscles and then walked back to the dorm together.

“So where were you most of Sunday?” Adam asked as they walked through campus.

“Oh I was with a girl.” Blake halfway lied.

“Oh yeah, the same one that you were with last Friday?”

Blake smiled at Adam. “Now why you gotta ask a question like that?”

“Because I know you. Or at least I know that much about you.”

“Then tell me what you think.” Blake said keeping his tone casual.

“You were probably with a different girl. I bet you stayed at her place and went for some record of how many times you could plow her. You don’t aim for continuity with girls, you just want them to wish they could have you again so that maybe, just maybe, they will tell their friends.”

“But if I don’t make them cum, what do they have to tell their friends about?” Blake said chuckling.

“Oh yeah I forgot that little detail. Hmmm maybe I got it all wrong then.” Adam said looking puzzled.

“You have no idea how wrong you are. I’ll tell you this though since you are so interested. I’m going out with Carson, the girl from last Friday. So who knows, maybe I am going to be a more vanilla guy after all.”

“Maybe so. I think it would be better for you man. It has to feel kind of empty never even attempting to have some kind of relationship. I’m sure you are having fun but do you really want to just bang a new girl every night?”

Blake walked quietly for a while. He thought about tomorrow night. 4 people were going to be involved in the performance. Were they all going to be sleeping together?

“I don’t know yet. Could be fun. I’ll settle down eventually. Just… You know, don’t talk about this to Carson if you see her. She’s cool but I don’t know yet.”

Blake smiled. “Sure thing man. I’m not going to make decisions for you. It’s not my place to interfere.”

All Thursday Blake was nervous. He wished they would have just told him what the performance was going to be about. He had actually managed to keep his hand off of his dick the whole week so far and the only good feeling he had was that he was so horny he actually found himself shaking a couple times that day. That meant it had been since Sunday and he had actually wanted to take his ankara escort new powers for a test drive of his own, but he kept thinking he should probably wait.

One of the times he started shaking was during English class. He started thinking about Dr. GH and how he could see the close up of her hand sliding up and down his own cock. He had bought a whole package of silk boxers and now his dick was sliding to an erection against the smooth fabric. He could feel it starting to leak and as his mind once again went to him lying on the massage table he actually felt his legs and back starting to shiver. A girl behind him tapped him on the shoulder and he jolted back to reality. Unfortunately he felt a small squirt go off from the end of his penis when the girl touched him.

“Are you ok?” he heard her ask from behind him.

He turned and winked at her. Then did his best to give her one of his handsome smiles and said. “Yeah, just looking forward to this paper we got to write. I’m going to write mine about the mystery of the female persona. Do you think you could help me with some subject material?”

She wrinkled her face up, showing him that his statement was not amusing to her, and he turned back around and faced his computer.

“I need to start getting this stuff out of me more often.” Blake thought to himself.

He went straight home and ate a quick meal before he started studying for history. Before he knew it 9pm rolled around. He put on his usual basketball shorts and a T shirt with no underwear on and made his way for the fake doctor’s office.

At 10pm the front door opened and Blake thought it was unusual that no one else was there waiting with him. He figured with 3 other people taking part in this scene that at least one of them would be asked to enter the building the same way that he had to.

In the first room he always walked into he was greeted of course by Dr. Smiley.

“Good evening Blake. Good to see you as usual. Tonight’s performance is going to be much different from last Sunday’s and the one before that.”

“What will be different? Aren’t I just going to lay there while someone jerks me off again?” Blake didn’t actually believe this but one of the possibilities he had bouncing around in his head was the scenario that these people just loved watching penises getting yanked to ejaculation.

“But then where would Miss Slick and Captain Strange come into play?” Smiley asked. “I don’t think three people can jerk you off at the same time.”

“Yeah but they could take turns.” Blake said sarcastically. “Y’all made it to where I can come over and over again remember?”

“Would you like this to just be people jerking you off?” Smiley asked. They were now just standing in the first room going back and forth at each other. Blake hadn’t even started taking his clothes off this time. “I can take you to the exam room and get the lube.”

“Funny how that is always a threat with you.” Blake sneered.

“I go with what works.” Smiley said with authority in his voice. “I’ll take you to your dressing room.”

They made their way down a few hallways that Blake was starting to get familiar with.

Her real name was Amanda Felize. She had been in modeling since she was young and spent most of her time flying around Europe and the tropical regions of the planet in order to keep a steady stream of barely non pornographic photos filling up her portfolios. By the time she was 19 the League had introduced her to their own brand of employment and she found this new type of work even more enthralling.

Her photography was cheap entertainment to her and eventually it just wasn’t thrilling enough.

The first time she let someone else touch her she knew that sex was way better than having pictures taken of her. For those that wanted to see her actually getting touched sexually, that was exclusive and top dollar. Therefore only the League of Extraordinary Perverts and its exclusive members got to see her fully nude and being pleasured in all sorts of ways.

She loved feeling like someone else was delighting in the fact that they were getting to touch her most sought after areas. That of course was the main reason she loved this work more than modeling. Just knowing that someone else was enjoying getting to touch her body was enough to get her very wet and usually it didn’t take long for her to reach one or two climaxes shortly thereafter.

The first time she had ever had been with a man the gentleman she was with had told her she didn’t have to “fake it so much”. She remembered looking at him confused and asked, “What is that I am faking?”

“Your orgasms. I’ve barely laid my hands on you and you’re already acting like you are coming.” The man said as she lay on her back in front of him. He had been rubbing his hands all over her body and as soon as they came to start rubbing into the flesh of her pussy she had quickly reached orgasm.

Her first lover wouldn’t be the adıyaman escort first to accuse her of this. When she was naked in front of a person, which wasn’t always a man, and they were giving attention to her body, she just naturally began to climax over and over again. Going down on her, fingering or massaging her pussy, any of it made her cum in different and unique ways. And if there was a full length mirror that she could see what was happening to her body then she would practically go into sensory overload. She’d only had a handful of people that she allowed to touch her before she came across the league. After that, she only had sexual encounters within the league.

She’d gotten her usual text from the League saying she was doing a performance with Dr. Gentlehands, Captain Strange and some new guy called Mr. Shy. She was surprised to see she was finally performing with men. Usually her performances were with various female members of the league’s talent but this time was going to be different.

She liked performing with Dr. Gentlehands because it usually meant that by the end of the performance she’d be getting her pussy rubbed with her special vibrating gloves. That coupled with the audience being utterly absorbed by how lovely her body looked while she was being pleasured made for some very real and very splashy orgasms.

Currently she was dressed in a fluffy robe and some soft flats that she had worn in to the League’s HQ. She was taken to her dressing room where she sat down in front of a mirror and began to look herself over.

She had long platinum blonde hair that she religiously dyed as soon as a trace of a root started to show. Her face, despite the high cheekbones, was soft with big green eyes and perfect eyebrows. During performances she put on lipstick that was silvery to accent her hair. She was almost 5’11 and that was one of the things that sparked her modeling career because of her tall slender build. Her breasts were an A cup but had a nice roundness to them. Because of her obsession with her body she ran and lifted weights with very few breaks in the week. Her body was toned and strong.

She wore a purple Masquerade mask with black feathers coming out of the sides of the eyes. The mask made it look as though her eyebrows were large and outrageous. The eyes on the mask were large like Anime eyes and the mouth was small and shaped like it was making an ‘oooooo’ noise.

As soon as she was ready she stepped out of her room and was greeted by Dr. Smiley.

“Doctor.” She said with as much contempt as Blake usually had in his voice for Dr. Smiley.

“Why do you performers dislike me so much?” Smiley said from behind his mask.

“Probably because of the way you touched me the first time I came in here.”

“Oh, you too huh?” she heard a voice ask from behind her. She turned around to see a man that had the firm skin and stance of someone that was clearly close to the same age as her.

Amanda looked him from head to toe. He was wearing just a pair of red basketball shorts through which she could clearly see the length and girth of his penis. He was in good shape but wasn’t super toned. His arms were large and his stomach was flat but there wasn’t definition in those arms or rock hard abs. He had a neat haircut and blue eyes that were almost as beautiful as her own. She would never admit anyone’s eyes were as pretty as hers even if his did seem to sparkle between his blushing idiot mask. She had to assume that he was supposed to be a blushing idiot. Why else would they paint his mask that way?

“And this is Mr. Shy. Your first male performer. Aren’t you excited?” Smiley said addressing Amanda.

“This is Mr. Shy? She asked full of contempt. “He’s wearing shorts that do nothing to hide the size of his dick…doesn’t seem very shy to me.” Amanda said keeping her eyes on Blake.

Even with her mask on Blake could see where she was looking.

“We call him Mr. Shy because when I jerked him off for his first performance he hid his eyes when he shot his load. He looked embarrassed that I, another man, could make him cum as hard as he did. And let me tell you, it was a lot. And that was before we outfitted him with his implant.”

He could just barely see her eyes grow wider behind her mask. “I’m so sorry that this creep had to touch you. Sounds like it was still pretty hot though. I wish I could have watched. Don’t worry, maybe I’ll get to touch you from now on. They haven’t even paired me with a male talent yet. Who knows, maybe you would be that lucky?”

“You’ll be getting touched by Dr. Gentlehands first. Depending on what the crowd wants we will let either Shy or Captain Strange take over once the crowd is warmed up. All four of you will be on the performance floor.” Smiley said seeming to brief them on what was coming.

“What if I want Mr. Shy?” Amanda said. She walked straight up to Blake and placed her hand on his flat stomach. She let her finger swirl around his belly button before she started to move her finger down to the waistband of his shorts. Her mouth watered slightly as his dick started to rise against the shorts.

Blake shrank away from her. “Let’s uh, let’s save it for the performance eh?”

“We’ll see what the crowd wants Miss Slick.” Smiley scolded.

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Evening, on the third day. You have been free with your smile: sunning the lives of innocent passers-by: irradiating children, and bringing a glow to men and women alike. I love your smile. And, I love when you are free with it. We are walking, now, closer to the spillway. The torrent thunders on, heedless, and the sound insulates us. There is a kind of peace there, in the shared separations. You look out to the thundering cataract, and then back at me.

I can see your arousal, and can know it. You are biting your bottom lip, and not speaking. You smile at me, your dark eyes lighting. I feel struck by a million candlepower; transfixed, I, in the lights of an onrushing locomotive.

You cock your head, and I am seized, and follow, as you lead. You buttocks swim on the current; my mouth watering, as I follow. I quick march, and waylay you, kissing your cheek, nearer the park than the spillway. Looping my arm round your waist, and you, looping yours around my waist… and we sway along the path like drunken sailors.

I stroke your cheek, and smile, you smile back.

You lean in, I follow. And our lips touch; ever-so slight… the touch is electric. Your mouth opens to me, my tongue finds yours: a connection.

mmm

Inquisitive meets tentative. I hug you close, and bend you back as the kiss deepens.

And tentative hazards a question.

Capturing you upper lip and then your lower… teeth (mine) skating on the plush, and then, my tongue separating… exploring.

A high, sharp, moan… like a squeak from you.

Then, I pull away, control slipping with each millimeter of distance. Control owned by you.

You know what they say about squeaky wheels, eh?

You look at me, your brown eyes big and dark, and, “kiss me, again, like that…”

And I… I comply. And yet… this steepling, climbing, never ‘again’. Better. Grander. My love growing. My cock.

And I feel your body, tight against me. There is a fracture. And our gazes. You avert your eyes, and I’m holding your hand.

We walk on, as the sun marches lower in the sky.

“Beautiful.” Your verdict.

“I emphatically agree.” Yet, I am looking straight at you, and, fuck the water.

Your cheeks are peach with reflected light. The peach deepens.

We stop there. Mute witnesses to the receding light and the purple-dark, once-white, river.

My hand lacing fingers with your fingers.

Your fingers… my fingers… our fingers: I kiss each knuckle in turn, and watch you.

You are stalwart. You resist reaction; even as electricity jerks up your arm. And, especially when I kiss your neck… just a tiny flutter on an eyelid to betray you.

I’m holding you now: my hands on your back, my mouth claiming sanctuary in yours.

And the sunlight forgotten.

mmm

This dusk, this dusk…

When I pull back, seeing the sun’s death in your eyes. It is so beautiful. Prisoned light, and pools of deep water: there, in your eyes. And there I fall, catching on the lips.

Searing aksaray escort heat, and bracing cold, your body molding to mine.

Yeah!

Do you feel your soft breasts, against my chest and hear, also, two heartbeats? Yours n mine… yours n mine…

Ours.

And hours, we stand there, kissing.

Drinking. Tasting, feeling, flying…

mmm

My hands on your spine, my fingers describing the ridges of vertebra: down, down compass needle. Progression, my hands are firmly gripping your ass.

My lips firmly on yours. You know I want you. I’m with ya, innit. Right beside you. The growl tells it, and the fire down below, fire even the sun could not match… or the rising moon.

Elsewhere, water from the spillway blunders on and Quiet Night sounds indolent; you break from me a little. You look around, blushing, “someone might see… (?)”

“Let them look.” My grin impish, my eyes alight, “if they aren’t blinded by your beauty, then they deserve to see all that they can.”

You favor me with an exasperated expression, shifting from frown to smile.

And then it doesn’t matter. Your lips are mine, my hands roving, seeking a home…

And you say, ‘touch me,’ or you send it psychically. Your body is a convincer… even if I am easily convinced.

My palm trembling on the curve of your ass.

And now the moon, high above.

And again your fear, as the skirt bunches, and the cold hits.

“Here?”

I nod.

“Now?”

Emphatic, the raise of eyebrows, and the smile.

You seem nonplussed. And, maybe the night air on your calves is giving you chills; as my fingers on your thighs are giving you pause.

“Please… I…”

“Sssshhhh,” I say… or do I? I can’t remember, now.

I feel it though, as a thrumming, electric cable between us.

I am kneeling now, and reaching up. My hands inside and around the waistband of your panties. Now, in my grasp. There is heat there, and scent pouring over me.

Slithering down: the cotton, over your knees and silken ankles, and you step out. I hold this little thing in my hand, and fold it neatly.

My hand again on your thigh, on the outside. My fingers, loose-fisted; the flats of the nails grazing the front of your Sartorius muscle.

You lift, for me, your skirt; and I am presented, for the first time, with the wonder of your sex.

It is a good thing I am kneeling.

And so my third kiss, and, so you gasp… for the power of three is abundant, and the power of my tongue on your clit. This connection. This live circuit. My fingers sliding and separating. My mouth questing and searching.

mmm

My mouth, that is full and busy… and dancing.

Tell me of this taste, O Gods! Sing to me odes for ambrosia and musky Arabian perfumes.

Scent and taste/sweetness and sharpness… as like nothing else.

And the singular cry from you…. a choked… and wild and barely held joy. Your thighs spreading.

mmmmmm

So that nectar amasya escort is mine, all mine: nectar for which I am greedy. My beard dewy with your presents… your flavor. I am practically chewing… my fists closing on your swaying ass, and pulling you down. I hear a moan, muffled by the fact my ears are enclosed in your heated thighs. And yet… it vibrates through your whole body.

Oh yeah.

I feel faint pressure, you fist in my hair… since when am I standing?

And since when am I a prisoner of your eyes, and your mouth?

I am now kissing you a fourth and fifth time; my tongue is invading and sharing with you, and you tasting you on me. Your passion coils back on itself, and becomes legion.

You hands in the vicinity of my sex, your nimble fingers unzipping fly, popping button… and my springing cock, blade-like in the moonlight, the head sheathed in foreskin, but curious and hungry.

Panting… saliva at the corners of your mouth… you look furtively about.

But the cock ‘is out of the bag’, my love! I don’t care if the Chief of Police came strolling by, with half the city, and your husband. This deal is done, and all that remains is transaction.

I am lifting you and cradling you, for the path is not a comfortable place and the street lamp has attracted moths.

So I find bed, in the moss, in secret. The path seems distant. Is. And the chill. I hear no sound, in your presence. I know.

And your skirt slides up.

Is this your doing? Or mine? Perhaps it is ours?

And, of course, I pull away your tank top. For there is much beauty hidden there. Your breasts, pendulous, heavy. I keep between them, kissing each rung of your sternum. Your arching back, bringing alignment. I’m kissing and suckling, and searching… and wanting with the force and heat of breath.

Exhalation.

Now, you groan. Your thighs creep up, and I can scent my prey.

Your fingers: sharply, sharply… even through my shirt. And me: on nipple, and the next, mouth only. Back and forth, nip and kiss and lick and suckle… but my teeth graze only, no hard indentation to flesh

And my hands blazing trails, flames erupting.

And your lips open up, down below, for me to search through.

There is a cry.

And it could be yours: low…. and sizzling, sibilant… echoing in my throat. “Fuck me!” Your voice, and my desire, “give it to me!”

And so I shall. I pull away my jeans, so that I have unfettered movement.

And I slip forward. And there are invasions so slick so sly that even an accomplish watcher would miss them.

But you do not.

Another cry. Sweet nightingale song tore from your depths.

I am pulling back and plunging forward.

Mmmm…

A raft on a wild, crazy, boiling river.

I swear I feel spray on my cheeks, and your heels on my rump.

You stare at me… mouth open, unspeaking; you eyes unseeing… but they see more then I know.

And I am kissing your throat, and my thrusts are regular and antalya escort deep, met in rhythm by your hips.

Slick, sweet. Hot, hot… oh, so hot.

There is a heavy gust of pent up breath, mine, a wind in your hair… my fingers now, and my other hand, where your heart is.

Your heart, that hammers against my hand, like a caged bird.

Fucking you. Yeah.

Your lips parting: a smile, opened mouthed. Your legs looping ankles… and, has my lover grown spurs?

Your eyes are closed to me. You, sightless and groping… and your wailing should bring the wildlife down on us. You fingers digging stripes of my back.

I look at you and freeze. “Replace your divots, Dear.”

And you can’t help the little laugh.

But now it is: the rapids of this river.

My hard, straining, pulsing, hungry, cock: impatient inside you. Pushing onward. I let him run, and he charges.

Your hips crashing against me, rising to meet me, your body slippery and glowing, streaked with sweat.

And the beautiful, gorgeous, heady scent of us, mingled and heavy as lilacs. I am holding your hands; clutching them as would any drowning man. My penis sloshing inside you. The sound of us, wet and encompassing.

I feel capsized, and I am… completely. Washed, and turned, and upside down.

Since when are you straight as a post; breasts rising and proud in the moonlight; your hair wild and flying?

I’m gripping you, lest you float away, and you are dancing above me… our hips our permanent joint.

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

I can feel too, a rising; falling up and into you… I can feel the way I contract, and the way you do; my hitching cock, and your snatching cunny.

I know I am close

My thumbs and fingers leaving pinkish dents on your flesh; and you are reaching for the stars, tangled in your hair, and sprinkled on your breasts.

I can feel nothing and everything, I am so alive. Every sense screaming, and screaming, for release. I can hold it back no longer. Bucking, bucking. Staring into the void, the junction. Seizing. Roaring.

And my semen shooting like a comet into your perfect, sacred vessel. Your cervix clenching, dipping down… Nature’s course, like the river.

Once.

Twice.

Many.

Spasms, and light, and expanse. A rocking ocean, after a hurricane. You ride me out. Your back arching away like a curved bow, your arms two fluttering wings.

And I am calm. Spent.

And you lay upon me, as if finding a shoal, or eddy pool.

“Whew,” you say. (Or I do)

I can smell you, in your damp hanks of hair, and a shiver runs through me. The sweet stink of sweat and pheromones… you potent cunt, you! I am in heaven. In warm, lustful, heaven: a meadow of Pan, so many nymphs to chase… and you. You, being the goddess o’er all.

I squeeze your body, and laugh.

You shift a fraction, and my slack penis slithers free. You scoot over and cuddle unto my shoulder

I whine, “Escapee!”

And your laughter is in your lips, and against my cheek.

I feel, distantly, your open mouth touching me, and dew, shared and slick.

“Mmmm,” your whisper, “lets come to this park more often.”

‘If you insist, my love…’ and, did I say that?

I do not remember… for I am falling; or have fallen, with you.

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Okay, so her husband was naked and standing before her. That wasn’t too surprising. Not that he tended to be exhibitionist—come to think of it, he is just the opposite, isn’t he? He doesn’t parade himself around the house as other men might be known to do. But he did say that he was taking a bath. One does tend to be stripped for such a procedure. She heard the water running. So, obviously, he had something important—possibly urgent, considering his unusual state of undress—to say to her. So she waited in expectation.

He spoke, rather in a monotone, almost, “I think you need to be clean as well.”

She considered her state of cleanliness. She had a shower the night before, and while she might enjoy a nice bath, it didn’t really seem time for it. “Perhaps tomorrow morning,” she replied, curtly.

“No, I think sooner than that.” He was curt as well. Perhaps not curt, but a bit… forceful. This was odd. He was not one to remark on her hygiene. She cared for herself in a proper, expected way, and no one complained about her state of filth or of any unacceptable odors. Nor did he. But here he is, naked as a jay, not yet having his bath, telling her of her need to be cleansed. Most irregular.

And she said so. “Look here, I don’t think you have any place to be telling me of …”

Well, she tried to say so, but then he rudely interrupted. “Actually, I think you need to have a bath.” Then he paused a moment. “Now.” And before she knew what was happening, he had reached beneath her thighs and back, chuckling, and was carrying her away to the bathroom.

She didn’t want to struggle, lest he dropped her and then she would be injured, possibly seriously. So instead, she began in a torrent of words meant to break that smile from his face and to cease from such unacceptable activity. “Put me down! I think that enforced bathing is illegal in this state and you don’t even have a license! I am really not prepared to get wet, in any case, because my hair… well, my hair is up, but that shouldn’t make any difference, it might get wet which would be disastrous—just horrible. And you don’t think… no, you wouldn’t really put me in the bath with all my clothes—that would just be monstrous—OH!” Still chuckling, he placed her gently into the steaming tub.

Well, she thought, at least the temperature is to my liking. Sizzling hot. “For a bath, this is not very relaxing. To be shanghaied from my place on the couch and then placed in water fully clothed… it will take all day to dry these clothes!”

He knelt beside her and replied, “They would be easier to dry if they were off.” Then he began unbuttoning her blouse.

Ah, so that’s his game. All right, then. I suppose we ought to just enjoy it. That’s what I’m supposed to do, isn’t it? She leaned back in the bath and closed her eyes. After erasing all thoughts of knives and straight pins digging into his flesh, she realized the possibilities here. Here she was, in an unexpected bath, with a personal servant to undress her, caress her, coddle her and fondle her. This could be pleasant indeed.

He noticed her visible relaxation, and kissed her closed eyes. “That’s right. Take some time for yourself. I’ll give you whatever you need.”

Her blouse was fully unbuttoned and now he was clumsily working on her bra. She sat up and released it, then took it off. Her breasts floated, being fully supported by the water. The unbuttoned white shirt lay about her. She threw the shirt about herself, in mock modesty. “I can’t have you looking at my…” He smiled wider. She looked at her chest and found that her breasts were fully visible through the thin, white, wet garment. “Well, I suppose it doesn’t really matter,” she said as she stripped off the shirt.

Her denim skirt and underwear came off quickly and easily. He gathered up the clothing and rung the soaking garments out in the bathroom sink and hung them up.

Temporarily alone, she allowed her heartbeat to cease racing, sitting back in the tub, and forcing herself to rest. His attack had unsettled her considerably, and though his intentions were honorable, the method was, shall we say, somewhat unorthodox. She had never been exposed to such a blatant display of testosterone, not by him, even as quiet as it was. In approaching things of amour, he had always been a gentleman—admittedly, somewhat childish and selfish—but gentle and considerate of her feelings and of her need to adjust to a new mood. However, this time he had given no signal of lovemaking, no warning of his desire. Instead, he blindsided her, putting her in a mood of… danger, almost.

It is a bit exciting, she admitted, and allowed her heartbeat to increase a bit. It isn’t everyday a woman is gently ravaged by someone who loves her. Someone who desires her in such a way that he had to respond instantly, on impulse. Picking her up without warning. Putting her in a tub of water in order to be passionate with her. Stripping her gently under his adoring eyes. That’s not so bad, really, is it?

Of course not. Nevertheless, it would be nice to take ordu escort some revenge—in a loving manner, of course. She could plot and plan as well as the next woman. And take great pleasure in the results of her plotted torture. Oh, yes, she can plan. And he will regret. (All for his benefit, of course, she assured herself.)

“All right,” he spoke, commandingly, but gently, “it is time to clean you up.”

“All right,” she mocked in a friendly manner. Then her voice went meek and pleading, “But… what will you use to clean me up, sir?”

He reached across her and grabbed the Dove and a washcloth. Firmly, he replied, “Just this: soap, water and a cloth. Please kneel and the cleaning shall begin.”

She reinterpreted to herself: the pampering shall begin. She planned to enjoy this thoroughly. She got up onto her knees, then sat on her feet and rested her chest on her legs, arms at her side, curled up in a ball. “Please,” she continued in a squeaky, pleading voice, “don’t hurt me.”

His firm tone softened a bit, but he was still in character, “Don’t worry, little miss. I’ll take good care of you.” She trembled slightly, part in her playact to show trepidation, part in real anticipation of his touch.

She was a woman who felt love at the touch of a soft caress. Without the touch, without physical closeness that had no hint of a selfish, sexual drive behind it, then in her heart of hearts she could not be assured that she was loved. Intellectually she could acknowledge it. Her mind could assure her that she was really loved, but assurance in her deepest self would always be evaded unless she was gently caressed with direct intent.

Her husband, of course, was a man for whom touch was practically foreign. He grew up in a household where touch was not quite forbidden, but certainly never encouraged. Early on, when they were dating and engaged, he fawned on her, touching her constantly. She was not sure until later that his seductive fingers were, in reality, paws, longing for the sexual release and freedom that could not happen until they were married. But that never bothered her.

But he turned into a man who never showed her love… no, wait, that just wasn’t true. He rarely showed her love in the manner in which she can truly, deeply feel it. She was confident of his love. Although his attentions waned in later years, focusing on work, children and the others who constantly came to the house, he would always take occasion to show that he cared for her. He would take her out to dinner. He would call her when it was unnecessary. He would give her little gifts. Basic romance stuff. But his touch… let’s just say it was rare. Instead of sitting next to her on the couch, he chose a chair—as independent and full as opportunity for thought as he is. And if she sat next to him on the couch, he would be briefly stiff and then relax, but he would not reach his hand to her.

Admittedly, he was tired. And the children were not always easy to deal with. And he would converse with difficult people all day. And “touch” wasn’t in his vocabulary of love unless you added some form of the word “sex” with it. She often sighed, disappointed at his distance.

And then sometimes, out of the blue, a light would come on within him, and he would scratch the back of her neck, softly. Or he might softly squeeze her shoulders for ten minutes. Or—blessing of all blessings—he might take the time to give her a full backrub—no strings attached. That last was rare, very rare. On the occasional birthday, when she didn’t need sleep more than anything else in the world. Or the romantic anniversary. And thus did his displays of love descend.

Like God, she knew that he loved her, but only occasionally did he display it in action rather than in dusty, oft-repeated words of the past.

And so she trembled in anticipation. Even though the touch came through a cloth, rubbed with soap. Even though he was anticipating his own pleasure in a few minutes, or perhaps an hour. Even though he still wasn’t recognizing her deepest need. She wanted this. Wanted a touch of love more than life.

Her back was fully exposed and he very gently rubbed the whole length and width of it, until small bubbles foamed all over her back. Being fully convinced of its cleanliness, he set aside the cloth and placed his fingertips on her skin. His caresses were firm—but not hurting—and the film of the soap causing each touch to be silky and smooth. She sat warm in the tub, her legs and front fully surrounded by the hot water and her back and shoulders lovingly warmed by his flat palms. After an infinitely brief time—perhaps ten minutes—he said in a soft version of his commanding characature, “Up on your knees, now. We have to clean the rest of you.” And the pleasure was over.

Well, over for her. He took great delight in soaping up her chest, her buttocks, her public area, her thighs. Again, he dropped the washcloth. He climbed in the tub with her, kneeling behind her and reached around to cup her breasts. He fondled her all osmaniye escort over, moaning his pleasure. Fingering her nipples, cupping her groin, squeezing her buttocks and rubbing them over and over.

His pleasure made her dizzy. In some way, she enjoyed his sudden yet slow approach down the road that has but one climax for two. His pawing was pleasant, like she was overlooking a child taking great pleasure in brushing her hair, although he was mussing it all up. She was too cold, out of the water. Her nipples were hard, but not from pleasure and his touching was slightly unpleasant. She was gaining little out of the rubbing of her buttocks, but the somewhat pleasant touch. The touching of her public area was personal and intimate, but not sexy.

Did he think he was doing this for her? That he was causing waves of pleasure in her? No. His erection sticking up between her two buttocks, (for he had pushed it in with his pelvis) showed her that. He was not aware of her responses, but his eyes were closed to allow all of his sensory function to focus on his hands, the touch he was receiving. Obviously, he felt that he had given her what she wanted, for now. And though he planned to “focus on her” in a little bit, he was taking what he wanted, for the moment. That was fine, she thought. But let’s give him a little more. Or more than a little.

She took the discarded soap and rubbed it on her hands. Then she reached behind her and caressed the tip of his penis. He moaned at that, all right, and squeezed her breasts a little more, causing just a little pain. All right, she thought, let’s do this. She turned around to him and saw his closed eyes and his dry skin except for his legs. “Tsk, tsk,” she scolded like a kindergarten schoolmarm, “you are still all dirty. This will not do.”

She wet him down, got more soap and began soaping him down thoroughly. She rubbed his chest and back, seductively lathering them, having to press her chest into him to reach around to his back. She lathered his neck and legs, using her fingernails to scratch his skin with pleasure. She bent down to reach his buttocks, and took the opportunity to give a little lick to his penis. Then she set into foaming up his groin, lingering at his tip. He backed off a bit then, saying, “We don’t want to go too far.” She smiled. Then she rinsed her and him off, front and back.

He slunk down for a moment, a bit weary from pleasure. She could tell that he was “steeling himself up” to work on her sexual desire. But before he could rise, she pressed into him, wrapping her arms about his neck, and allowing his face to touch her bare breasts. It was time. She queried seductively, “Do you know what I want?” She backed a bit, and began rubbing his nipples. He sat down in the lukewarm water, eyes widening, placing his legs on either side of her. Perfect. She bent down on top of him, her breasts resting on his hard penis, forcing it down on his stomach. She whispered again, “Do you know what I want?” Again, he made noises that “we” don’t want him to climax too soon.

She ignored his plea, kissing his chest and licking his nipples, hard and quick. She lifted up her face to his, breathing the words onto him, “I know what you want.” She sat up, her opening, wet with excitement (although emotionally she was not ready for sex), rested on his penis and she rubbed a bit. He moaned, “Not yet. Let’s focus on you.” She chuckled. “But that’s not what you want.” She rubbed a finger through his hair, around his neck, and let it descend to his nipple. She licked it and let the saliva lubricate between his nipple and her finger, while her vagina softly thrust on his erection. “You want to be wet. You want me to rub you.” Beneath her hand on his chest, she could feel his heartbeat racing. “You want my body on you. You want to be surrounded by me. You want to be smothered by my softness”

She raised herself up, pressing her breasts into his face and picked up his penis and inserted the tip into her. “You want to moan with pleasure. You want to touch me all over.” Slowly, she descended upon him and he grabbed her buttocks. “Oh,” he moaned. And she moaned with him, for him, “Oh, I feel you inside. How lovely you feel.” He started to make cautionary noises again, until she pulsed on him. “Come on,” she spoke slowly, “put your hands on my breasts,” She pulled at his arms until he grabbed her chest, longingly. “Squeeze my nipples, just a little.” It was slightly uncomfortable for her, but he enjoyed it. She continued with her patter, ” Come on, baby. Squeeze me. Kiss me. There, please. Oh, yes. Do you feel me?” He nodded. She thrust harder, “Press yourself inside of me—yes… Oh how I want you, I want you, I want you…” Suddenly, he exploded inside of her and she felt him tense up and then release. She continued moving on him until he motioned for her to cease.

After his breathing became normal, she got up off of him, turned to let the water out and grabbed a towel, drying herself off. “But,” he said, “you didn’t get a chance to…” Guilt and exertion sinop escort made his face red. Her sweet revenge was all set up.

She smiled wickedly. “You never answered my question.” He faltered a moment. “You know…? My question?” She repeated for him slowly, “Do you know what I want?”

He was clearly confused. His previous agenda for the evening was foiled by her sudden turnabout and he wasn’t sure where he stood. He got up and she came up close to him and handed him a towel. She asked again, seductively “Do you know what I want?” She kissed his neck and stroked his shoulder.

Quickly, his thinking mechanism returned to its usual working state. “Ummm… a backrub?”

She smiled and backed away. “Right. Now get wiped off and come into the bedroom, please. But not too quickly…” she added. “I’ve got a couple things to set up and I want you dried with no goop on you.” She glanced down at the white/clear fluid on his groin. He got the message. “Oh, and don’t bother putting on any clothes,” she concluded cheerily, “we’re not done yet.”

Entering nude into the bedroom, she realized that he wasn’t done with his surprises yet. The bed was straightened up and the covers pulled back. The pillows were neatly set, with a piece of chocolate on each one. Towels were set on the mattress, neat and flat. The sill on top of the headboard were decorated with a row of candles, dimly lit. And on the tiny CD player, Beethoven was playing softly, romantically.

Oooh, she thought. He hadn’t just planned to throw her in the bath and have his way with her. He had a small romantic evening planned. How sweet, she inwardly gushed, and gave him credit for his overall plan. She started to regret her thwarting of his plans, but then she erased her repentance. “Actually,” she mused, “isn’t this what the best of marriage is about? Taking two plans and putting them together to make one fantastic one? Too bad it doesn’t work that way usually.”

She lowered the covers further and set another towel on her side of the bed, still muttering, “Usually marriage is either one person getting what they want and the other person not, or some compromise is reached where both parties have less than they want. We’ve done pretty well,” she said as she smoothed the bedclothes, “although I’ve made a lot of sacrifices. Well, he has too. It just… doesn’t seem like he has made as many. Maybe that’s just the way it is between men and women. A woman wants the pleasure of her man more than he wants her pleasure.” She heard him coming, so she quieted down.

He came in, cleaned up and dried with a towel around his waist and another draped on his arm. “How can I serve you, ma’am?”

She smiled and kissed his cheek. “I love the way you set up the room. It was really thoughtful of you.”

Remaining straight-faced, he said, “All part of the service, ma’am. Now, how can I help you?”

“Oh yes… one last thing.” She ran out of the room and returned from the kitchen, just as quickly. In her hand was an egg timer. She turned the knob all the way around until it was past fifty-five. She set it on the nightstand on the other side of the room.

She stood before her stony-faced husband and said, “Cheeves, I want you to rub my back until that egg timer dings. You may use some lotion, but I would prefer no oil.” She sat on the towels on the bed. “I shall be lying here.”

“Cheeves” answered, “Ma’am, I have two questions.”

She laid down, with her arms to her side. “Yes, Cheeves, what is it?”

“First, what if you fall asleep? Should I wake you?”

Humph, she thought. I should be asking you that question. “If I fall asleep, let me sleep and I will dream of you rubbing my back. Nothing could be better.”

“Very well, ma’am. One other question. Since you have not a stitch of clothing on—a fact I greatly admire and appreciate—do you wish me to rub only that which one might call ‘the back’ or to perhaps cover all of your ‘back’, from neck to foot?”

“As you see fit, Cheeves. Although I do wish that I had shaved my legs in the tub.”

“You could do so now, ma’am.”

“Enough. The timer is running.”

“Yes ma’am.” And, kneeling beside the bed, he began.

* * *

He set to the task, for task it was. It was difficult enough to stay awake to give a long backrub, let alone to figure out what he should do during the backrub. Over the years he had given her many backrubs, usually the longest was a half-hour. Of course, he thought, she wouldn’t consider them many. Perhaps two a year. I suppose two a year is a paltry sum when one’s goal is to have a backrub every night. But he did give her other, “unofficial” backrubs—a rub on the neck, exercising her shoulders, the gentle caress here and there. But it couldn’t be done all the time. Life is simply too busy.

To start with tonight, he did not use lotion but simply his fingers, barely touching her, raising goosebumps on her flesh. He drew circles on her, caressed her, using his fingernails, his open palm and the heel of his hand. He gently relaxed the back of her neck, her shoulders and shoulder blades. He wanted to linger at her buttocks, to perhaps caress the side of her breasts, or spread her legs open and move his fingers about in her vagina. But he knew better. He knew that the pleasure she wanted was touch, pure and simple, free without demand.

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I had just turned 18 and was a senior in high school; I went to visit my brother at college. I left early in the morning and finally arrived at the frat house late that afternoon. Brian welcomed me in and took me up to his room where I threw my overnight bag on his bed.

“That’s fine, you’ll be staying in here…I’m going to crash in Jim’s room down the hall since he left for the weekend,” said Brian.

Brian continued, “Let’s get something to eat and take a quick tour around campus. We’ve got a party here tonight that’s going to be really fun.”

I was really hungry, as I had skipped lunch to make good time, so I was glad we decided to eat first.

After some fast-food, we drove through campus for a quick tour. I saw just enough that I could be conversational with my parents when I got home.

When we got back to Brian’s house, I went back up to the room and unpacked. I felt pretty grimy from sitting in the car all day so I also took a shower and changed before the party. I couldn’t believe how filthy the bathroom was so I made it out as quickly as I could.

I went downstairs and found a bunch of the guys drinking beer already. “Cool!” I thought. “This is going to be great!” So I grabbed a cup and joined in. Pretty soon a bunch of the girls from the sorority they had invited started to arrive.

I couldn’t believe all the hot girls that were there. It’s not like I didn’t have good looking girls in my high school, its just that these tokat escort women dressed in the sexiest clothes and weren’t afraid to get wild on the dance floor. Then Brian introduced me to his girlfriend Sara. She was a petite girl and wore this sexy little black dress that stretched tight around her body.

When Sara went to the bar to get something to drink, I leaned over to my brother, “nice” I whispered.

“Yeah I know!” he replied.

Brian asked, “Are you OK here? I gotta talk to someone.”

“Yeah, I’m fine – go ahead,” I replied.

Sara came back from the bar and we started talking. She could tell I felt a little awkward, not knowing anyone, so she hung around with me and made me comfortable. She introduced me to a few of her friends and pretty soon I felt like I had known everyone for years – I’m sure the beer helped with that too. Sara went back to hang out with Brian – they were playing some drinking game. But that was fine – I was having so much fun with everyone I met, and didn’t remember seeing her the rest of the night.

By about 1am I was getting tired. I had been up since 6 that morning and decided to head up to bed. As I closed my eyes, my mind raced with the memory of the evening. I could hardly wait until the next year when I’d be living here. I remembered drifting off to sleep with the images of a few of the hot sorority girls in my head. Soon I was sound asleep.

I don’t know how yozgat escort much time had passed, but my dream suddenly came back – I was making out with one of the girls I met, Carrie, I think was her name. We were undressing each other and I could feel myself getting hard. The dream became more vivid and I could tell I was coming out of my sleep, but didn’t want the dream to end. I smiled as I imagined her hard perky tits rub against my chest. I could just about feel my dick sliding into the vagina of this hot babe, and I thought I might be having a wet dream when I opened my eyes. When I realized I was awake I was in shock to discover a girl on top of me!

I slid my hands down her back and could feel that her dress was pulled down off her breasts and hiked up around her hips. My cock was actually already inside her as she slowly and quietly slid up and down on it. I was totally stunned and froze for moment as this girl kept fucking me. As I heard her purr-like moan in my ear, the shock quickly wore off. I began to fondle and caress her as we began to hump together in unison.

“Oh my God! Yes! Go! Go!” she whispered more loudly in my ear.

Just then I ejaculated; My body quivered as I clutched her body tight to mine.

“Oh Brian….” she whispered.

“BRIAN??!!” I thought! “No way…No, this couldn’t be…” But it was; I had been fucking by brother’s girlfriend Sara that whole time – she apparently had climbed zonguldak escort into Brian’s bed thinking I was him.

“I’ve got to get out of here before she figures this out,” I thought.

I kept holding her as I planned my escape. Just then Sara sat up and gasped. She paused and took a look at my face in the dim light and realized her mistake. She quickly got up, fumbled to pull her dress back up and ran out the door. I was petrified. I quickly threw on my pants and shirt and followed her as she hurried outside.

“Wait wait” I called.

“Get away from me!” she scolded.

“But wait, what did I do? C’mon, let’s figure this out.”

Sara turned and thought for a moment. “Yeah…OK; but not here…let’s walk down the restaurant over there – they’re open all night.” She said.

So Sara and I talked over a few cups of coffee; as we talked, the more it dawned on us how kinky and arousing our encounter was. Sara didn’t think that Brian would figure out what happened if we kept it quiet, so that’s what we did.

The next day I left to go back home around noon. Brian wished me a safe trip back, and I got in my car and drove off. Before I left the campus, though, I called Sara on my cell phone; she told me to meet her at her dorm in 10 minutes. I turned my car around and went up to her dorm room, and before I left. She opened the door to her room and let me in. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a pink t-shirt. The blinds were drawn, and as soon as she closed locked the door, she walked up to me and gave me a long deep kiss. I’ll never forget how passionate and fulfilling that afternoon was. Sara and Brian broke up about a month later, but she and I have been keeping in touch.

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Brody stumbled a little on his way up the stairs, but he waved goodbye to his buddies over his shoulder with a grin. Great guys. He had $50 dollars in his pocket from pool, a mild buzz from free beers and didn’t mind that he was a year older. Who cared when you had great friends?

He fumbled the keys a little but finally managed to open the apartment door. He stepped in and closed the door, leaning on it a little as he waited for his head to clear so he could remember the path to the lamp through the dark living room. Suddenly the lamp flipped on and Brody’s mouth fell open.

Sprawled on his couch was a fine piece of eye candy — a sultry brunette with curves in all the right places — and totally naked. Brody blinked, then shook his head. Maybe he’d had a little more beer than he’d thought.

“Hey, baby,” she purred, sitting up slowly. His eyes caught on her full breasts, the pink tips already hard and tempting. “Are you going to stand by the door all night, Brody?”

Hell no. Brody forced his legs to move, hoping not to stumble and fall flat on his face. He stopped in front of her, looking down into her bright blue eyes as she grinned.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she murmured, sliding her hands over his thighs. He nearly groaned as his jeans suddenly became a couple sizes too small. Her hands were small, but busy as she stroked her palm up and down the bulge of his fly. Brody couldn’t remember being this hard, this fast, in his life.

“Who…?” he managed, even as she flipped open the first button. His eyes closed as she stroked her thumb over his slitted head, his penis straining against the remaining buttons.

“You’re so big,” she smiled up at him, flipping open the next button, “I can’t wait to feel you in my mouth”.

Holy shit. This time Brody couldn’t hold back the moan. Her fingers kept twisting open buttons until his cock surged free and she wrapped her hand around his hot shaft.

“My…” she gave his cock a quick jerk that had him groaning, “Such a treat.” She tugged his jeans down to his ankles, her hair brushing his cock, his thighs, as she leaned down. Brody closed his eyes again as the ache in his groin intensified.

“Now…” she scooted over as she gave one of his hips a shove. Hampered by the lack of blood in his head, the beer buzz, and being hamstrung by his jeans, Brody toppled onto the couch. The woman slid to her knees, her hands gliding over his thighs, pressing his legs apart to give herself room. Brody slid down a bit, his erection standing stiff, jutting up like a pole.

“Can you keep your eyes closed, Brody?” she whispered, her hands inches from his erection, her eyes wide and bright on his face. He could see a wicked sparkle in her grin, but couldn’t figure what she was up to.

“Why…” he mumbled, already shaking his head. God, here he was primed and ready, here she was naked, couldn’t they just fuck?

“Click off the lamp for me, baby,” she purred.

With a shrug, Brody leaned over. Who was he to complain if she…Good God. Her fingers circled the base of his cock, squeezing firmly. His hips lifted as he groaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. His cock swelled even more. “Hey…” he groaned and her hands moved away. “No…don’t go…just not so tight.” With the lamp off, he couldn’t see her, just the darker area where she was, but he squinted, trying anyway.

“Brody,” she murmured, her hands again sliding over his thighs. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You’re going to have to trust me.”

Trust…Oh kilis escort my. She leaned closer and her breath tickled the length of his shaft. He shuddered in his belly at the sensation. “Please, Brody.” It was like a cool breeze over his hot skin. Then she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock, slowly licking, caressing. He nodded, unable to force words out of his closed throat, as she pressed a kiss to his tip, giving his slit a little suck.

“Do you trust me?” she whispered, her fingers creeping along his thighs. She teased his tip with her tongue, back and forth. He couldn’t concentrate.

“Yeah, sure…” he managed finally. He felt her lips smile as she pressed a kiss just under his head. Her tongue was stroking him again, exploring every inch of his cock, down, then up, then down again. Her fingers stroked his base, feathery touches over the tight curls that surrounded his shaft. He let his head fall back with a groan, enjoying her attention.

“Good boy,” she murmured, tilting her head so her hair brushed his inner thigh. Her tongue moved lower and her thumbs pushed under his cock to tilt his shaft towards his belly. He tensed, waiting for a return to the tight grip she’d used before, but she began to lick his balls — circling, teasing, kissing his throbbing sacs. He groaned again.

“Nice, Brody,” she whispered, just a voice and exquisite tongue in the darkness, “Now I understand why they talk about you.” She suckled his balls gently, wrapping her lips around one, then popping him free. Brody nearly whimpered at the quick flashes of pleasure. His fingers dug into the couch cushions beneath his bare ass.

“What…” he asked hoarsely, “What do they say?” She lifted her head away and he cursed himself silently for distracting her.

“Brody Evans makes a woman glad she has a pussy,” the woman whispered, her breath on his wet balls, creating new sensations. Brody clenched his fists as his stomach tightened. “Brody Evans is hung like a bull and makes women cum screaming.”

They said that…the woman was back at his head, her tongue swirling around his tip. He didn’t care what they said, whoever they were, as long as this woman kept doing what she was doing. This was turning into a birthday he’d never forget.

Then he forgot how to breathe as she took him into her mouth. Her wet lips slid down, down, down his shaft as his head slid into her throat. She gave him a hard suck before sliding him back out. Then she did it again. On the third suck, Brody gasped suddenly, oxygen rushing in as he panted, dizzy. The woman began to bob her head, moving up and down his shaft, her hands balancing on his thighs.

“Oh, yeah,” he groaned. She gave a hard suck each time she pulled him in and her spit dripped down his shaft, leaving a tingling trail. He couldn’t hold back and began to rock his hips, thrusting with her. This was better than anything he’d ever felt.

Her hands shifted and Brody closed his eyes again as her fingers stroked and gently squeezed his balls. The sensations were overwhelming…his cock enveloped in wet, sucking, heat…his balls being kneaded in the same rhythm. He clenched his jaw, struggling to hold back his orgasm, wanting to prolong this pleasure.

One of her hands moved again, sliding under his balls, sliding between the cushion and his ass. Even as she pressed a finger against his ass, her mouth never letting up, Brody’s head went back, his throat working around a groan as everything in his body tensed. Then she shoved her kırklareli escort finger into his ass as she held just his head in her mouth, sucking as hard as she could.

Brody came with a roar, his hips leaving the couch as his balls pulsed, his cock jerked and cum erupted into her mouth. Both her hands went to his shaft, squeezing, milking him as she continued sucking while he ejaculated. His vision went dark as he emptied everything into her greedy mouth.

Done. He drew in a shaky breath as she released his cock. He felt limp, completely sated. He felt her draw back, vaguely saw her stand. Then the lamp flipped on. He was sprawled on the couch, his legs spread around a softened cock, his pants around his ankles, his tee still on. She smiled at him, her naked body flushed.

“Come into the bedroom,” she purred, waving her hand towards the door, “I’m not finished with you yet…” She turned and he watched her tight ass, her hips sway as she walked to the door. She gave him another wicked grin over one shoulder and he suddenly found the energy to surge to his feet…and trip into the table as his pants tangled around his ankles.

Stripping, he stumbled towards the bedroom. Damn, he’d never come like that. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to…

She lay on his bed, the lamp on the nightstand making her skin glow. One hand played idly with her breast while the other lay between her thighs. She shifted one leg and he could see her pink lips, bare shaven, glistening. She stroked herself slowly, her eyes on him, as he stood paralyzed in the doorway. A shiver went through her as her fingers rubbed her clit. Brody watched as she shifted her hips, spread her legs wider, and slid her hand further, her fingers playing about the opening to her pussy.

“I need your cock, Brody,” she purred, “I need you to fuck me in the worst way.”

He needed to fuck her too. His cock, so recently sated, was stirring, rising again. “I hope you don’t mind,” she continued.

“No…no problem,” he managed. Her fingers were sliding further into her hole, even as she was spreading herself wider so he could watch. His mouth watered as he saw her fingers glistening.

“I love when a man fucks me like a bitch,” she whispered, her eyes locked on him, while her body quivered from the finger fucking she was giving herself. Brody’s fingers itched to stroke her, to slide inside her pussy like hers were.

“I’ll do you any way you want, babe,” he groaned, stepping closer to the bed.

She rolled over, rising on all fours with her ass high. Brody swallowed hard as he watched her clench her ass, as her fingers again slid between her thighs and he saw them press into her pussy from a new angle. She was juicy, her pussy quivering, and he groaned. Another step and his hands slid over her ass, feeling the firm muscle, the hot skin.

She moaned. “I’m a bad girl, Brody,” she whispered, “You need to spank me.”

Oh God. Brody gave her ass a squeeze. He’d never…

“Spank my ass, Brody,” she begged, “Punish the bad girl.”

His cock was fully erect, throbbing, demanding. Brody looked at her sweet backside, at her pink pussy. He clenched his jaw and gave one ass cheek a sharp slap. She shuddered. The scent of female surrounded him.

“Oh, yes, Brody,” she moaned, “I’m so bad. Spank me, Brody.”

He gave her other cheek a slap and she shuddered again. Cum oozed from her pussy. With a groan, he bent, lapping at her hole. She shuddered, squirmed as his tongue stroked karabük escort her.

“God, you taste good,” he panted. His hands gripped her thighs as he thrust his tongue into her pussy, suckling. She moaned and rocked, pressing her pussy against his mouth, as he fed on her juices.

“Fuck me, Brody,” she moaned, “Fuck me hard and fast, like an animal. Please…”

He groaned, lifting his mouth, licking his lips and tasting her there. He stepped close, dragging his cock up and down her swollen pink slit. She shivered. “Yes, yes,” she whimpered as he fit his head against her hole.

Brody hesitated, on hand on her hip, then gave her ass a hard slap as he thrust his cock into her. Her head came up as she cried out. Her pussy clamped tight around him, enveloping him with heat as he pushed in to her core. “God, yes, Brody,” she sobbed, “Fuck me. Fuck this bad girl.”

Another slap, another thrust and she cried out again. He’d never been so turned on and she sounded like she was going to come apart any moment. His fingers dug into her hips as he began to drive into her, his hips slapping her ass as he pounded her cunt. She was panting, sobbing, her body pushing back to meet him, urging him on.

“More, more,” she moaned, her hands fisted in his sheets. Her knees slid farther apart, her pussy opening to him, her hips tilting and Brody thrust harder with a groan. Stroke after stroke, he buried himself to the balls in her soft hot pussy, her juices coating him, making his slick penis glide against her inner muscles. He could feel them ripple around his length as she began to tense and he groaned with the pleasure.

His hands shifted, his thumbs pressing the hollow of her back, pushing her shoulders down as he leaned into her. He lifted one knee to the bed, gaining leverage, plunging up into her like a jackhammer. Her body, the mattress, the whole fucking bed shook with his piston movements. “Yes, yes,” she sobbed, her breath catching.

His orgasm took him totally by surprise as he rammed his cock deep and felt the pulse shoot up from his balls. His cum erupted into her core and she screamed, her pussy clamping tight around his shaft, her inner muscles milking him like her fingers had earlier. He groaned from the gut, his hips jerking as he ejaculated again and again, spilling his seed.

Her forehead fell to the bedding as she shuddered again and again. He pushed his hips against her, his cock twisting, pumping, emptying into her quivering pussy. Brody groaned finally, drawing back, his spent cock sliding wetly from her body, the slurping sound making him shudder. He took two steps to the side and collapsed on the mattress. She sank down beside him and they both lay, panting, sweaty and flushed with passion spent.

“Damn, babe,” he groaned, “I’ve never had sex like that.”

She lifted her head to give him a grin. “Brody Evans,” she gave his shoulder a light poke, “can fuck like God’s gift. What a wicked boy, you are, Brody.”

“Stick around, my best birthday present, and I’ll show you what wicked really is,” he chuckled, but at the moment he was a little to spent to move. “I don’t even know your name or how you got in.” Got in didn’t matter, but he couldn’t keep calling her babe.

“Zach. My name’s Marlene and I’m his cousin,” she grinned again, shifting closer to him.

“It is so good to know you Marlene. Man, do I owe him big time,” Brody smiled back. Zach had been late to the party. Now Brody knew why.

“So, birthday boy, how wicked can you be?” She was so close, her hand already stroking down his chest and his stomach. He felt his cock twitch and gave her another smile

“I was thinking of playing a little pool,” he growled, rolling to his side and leaning towards her.

Her eyes twinkled. “Take your best shot, baby,” she laughed as he rolled on top of her.

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