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Just as sleep starts to take me, I feel him climb into bed, his arms circling me briefly. His hands rubbing at my wrists, pulling me, until I am lying face-down. The sharp sound of the handcuffs ratcheting, encasing my wrists, brings me fully awake. He growls, deep in his throat as he slips a blindfold over my eyes, and says, “We are going out…get up!”

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” my voice quivers as an icy shiver runs along my spine.

The sound of his hand slicing the air, just a breath before I feel the sharp sting, the sound of his hand striking my bare ass. It drives the breath from my lungs, no air left to even scream as my ass is lit on fire.

His hands grab me and pull me from bed, my feet barely under me before he pulls me across the room. I am naked, bare footed and shaking with fear. What is he doing, where could he be taking me at this late hour?

Disoriented in my own house, I am tugged along after him. The icy coolness of the summer evening makes my nipples tighten, harden, they tingle and itch. He pushes me up against the car, in the driveway, in full view of the street, of the neighbours. I open my mouth to protest, to demand that he take me back inside, but instead, find my mouth stuffed with fabric. The sharp tang of something on my tongue, soft fabric filling my mouth, I start to gag when …

He slaps at my hard nipples, his open palm striking my heaving breasts over and over again. The sound of those smacks interrupted by the noise of tires on pavement, the slowing of an engine. The cheers of people in the car. Tears start to spill from under the blindfold, hot shameful tears, coursing over my cheeks as he bends to suck a pert nipple into his mouth, his teeth tearing at the base, my body writhing on the car, ass grinding backwards as I try to escape.

The sound of car doors slamming, then footsteps drawing closer.

“Hey, mind if we watch?” a deep male voice inquires.

His teeth drag at my nipple, pulling it up and away from my breast before it slips out, the pain ripping through me. My feet beating a tattoo in the driveway as I dance from tiptoe to tiptoe.

He sucks the drool noisily back into his mouth and answers, “You may watch, you may even touch if you wish.”

I grunt against the gag in my mouth, shaking my head in denial, my hair flying from side to side.

“Are you sure it’s ok, we don’t want to get in any trouble. You are not kidnapping her or anything are you?” the voice sounds young, almost tinged with concern.

He answers, “Oh, you won’t get in any trouble, and no I am not kidnapping her, if you doubt that she is enjoying this, just dip your fingers into her greedy pussy and feel. I bet she is sopping wet already.”

I howl into the gag, leaning back onto the car, trying to melt into the cold metal. Two fingers run up and down my slit, teasing me. My traitorous pussy lips swelling, quickly parting under the pressure of those probing fingers. He plunges both into my greedy hole, and omg….yes they slide in so easily. My face turning a deep crimson, mortified that a stranger gets to see how aroused I have become, how eagerly my body responds to the torment.

His voice resonates through me as he leans in close and whispers in my ear, “This will be a special night, one you won’t ever forget.”

Shaking, feeling goose bumps raise on my flesh, my nipples tweaked by warm hands, pulled and twisted, fingers probing deeper into the folds of my pussy, scraping at my slick walls, strong vaginal muscles pulling at them, urging them deeper, and all I can do is moan into the gag, shudder as my body takes its pleasure.

The sound of a vehicle approaching, it too slowing and stopping and the sound of more car doors opening and closing. All I want to do is shrink into the metal at my back, become part of the car.

Whispered words that I cannot hear. Then the fingers in my pussy are pulled out and the sound of someone licking the juices from them carries on the air. I arch against the car, my ass wriggling on the metal, warmed as it sucks the heat from my flesh.

I am turned roughly and bent over the hood of the car, my nipples scraping the cold metal, shivering from head to toe, I close my legs, squeezing my thighs together, denying any entrance. The hand cuffs are released and before I can flex the stiffening muscles, both arms are gripped by strong hands. I am steered out the driveway, naked as the day I was born and the cold icy finger of fear takes hold of me.

Almost glad of the soft gag in my mouth, as I am sure that my teeth would be chattering if not for the fabric stuffed inside. I am lifted straight up and I can feel the soft sway of the vehicle. My mind casts about, trying to identify where I am, it must be the bed of a truck. I am led forward, the uneven flooring of the truck making me stumble, but those hands will not let me fall.

First my left arm is lifted, high above my head and a strap is fastened around it, then my right. I am puzzling bayburt escort out what I am being strapped to, when my legs are guided apart, teased apart as a hand runs the length of my pussy, my wilful body responding again.

I groan into the gag as my legs are pulled wide and I can feel straps fastened to my ankles, my body resting slightly forward, my chest on a solid surface while my breasts sway freely. All of a sudden I realize that I am trussed up in the shape of an X. Arms wide and up to either side, legs pulled and held apart, and with a feeling of panic, I start to struggle in the bonds. Fear making me forget to breathe, I thrash against the bindings, every muscle standing out as I pull and tug.

A series of spanks on my ass cheeks settling me, my struggles forced from me, my breath coming at last, great heaving gasps as I pull air in through my nose. Leaning heavily forward, the smacks on my ass continue, a series of blows covering me from upper buttock to just above my knees, no longer trying to get away, but melting into the structure that holds me upright and spread.

His voice in my ear again, “I do so love it when you struggle my pet, you make such a lovely target, and your ass glows so wonderfully.” his hand runs across the weals that crisscross my ass, and I moan into the gag. He leans closer still, so that his hot, wet breath oozes into my ear with his words, “One more adornment and then I think we can be on our way. Take a deep breath, you are going to need it.”

His hand glides up and down the well exposed crack of my ass, his fingers probing gently as they graze across that pulsing little brown mouth, seemingly hungering to be fed. His fingers leave my ass and as I take a deep breath, the slick feeling of oil is run along my crack, his fingers working it into my tight back door and the realization of what is about to happen turns the blood coursing quickly through my veins to run cold. Struggling once again, I pull and squirm, trying to free myself, my head shaking in denial, and then….

The plug is pressed to my bum-hole, the pressure increasing as I writhe on the cross, my breasts aching, nipples tingling as my body, my wanton and greedy body awaits the intrusion of the plug that pushes its way inside. My ass stretching to accept the thick plug, the oils making my skin slick, so that it slides almost too easily into the elastic ring. The burning pain, the stretched skin, the muscles as they convulse on the foreign object, and my lungs bursting with the need to scream.

My pussy gushing its own sweet lubricants as the plug holds my ass wide, stretched impossibly wide, and time stands still, right here in this moment. The pressure of the hand that pushes the plug into my ass, and the tension of my sphincter as it struggles to hold back the huge phallic object, until with a grunt, he pushes, wriggling the plug around in a circle, and with an audible ‘plop’ it finally breaks through to settle inside me. I can feel the soft tickling of the attached tail as my entire body starts to shake and shudder, my groans loud, even through the gag, as I cum, right there…cum all over my thighs, feeling it dripping, hot and wet. Shame at my reaction quickly following the orgasm, and I slump in my bonds as silent sobs wrack my body with a new batch of quivers.

His voice in my ear once more, “That’s my good girl, that’s the way my beautiful pet, cum like the slut you are.” His voice fades, leaving me weak and wanton, until the sound of the paddle breaks through, once more lighting up the nerves in my ass, turning my flesh to crimson once more. He continues as I gasp and try to catch a breath, “I am going to take your blindfold off so that you can see where we are going.” and with that he tugs it over my head.

I blink in the darkness, eyes stinging from the recently shed tears, and take a moment to look at my surroundings. I am trussed to a cross, standing in the back of a pick-up truck, naked, and there are several people staring up at me. Their eyes are bright, with excitement and I see one hand stroking the front of his pants as he leers at my body.

He jumps down from the truck and I hear the tailgate slamming shut. Within moments the truck starts to move, driving forward, through the streets of the neighbourhood where I live and I groan into the gag, my eyes darting back and forth. Saved only by the lateness of the hour, there are few people still out at this time of night, and thankfully, I don’t recognize anyone.

I can hear the wolf whistles, the cat calls and the general laughter of all who bear witness to my drive of shame. It seems like forever until we turn into a side street, in an area of town that I am not familiar with, and the truck finally lurches to a stop.

I am left standing there, exposed to the night sky, shivering as the sweat and cum dries on my body. Finally I feel the movement under my feet, as they shift in the cab, I watch as the doors open and he climbs out. The driver bilecik escort is someone I have never seen before and he grins up at me, “Well now, did you enjoy your personal parade through the streets, I know from the amount of cars that followed us, that you were a hit.”

I try to turn my head, to see who may be behind me, bearing witness to the soft swish of that tail as my sphincter muscle clenches tight on the plug. But I can’t turn enough to see, the sound of honking horns turns me to a quivering shell as I see the flash of a camera, forever capturing the indignity of my position.

He jumps into the back of the truck, running his hands over my aching bottom, fingering the raised welts, then he tugs on the plug, ensuring that it is still tightly held in place. He reaches around me and pulls the gag from my mouth, “I think the crowd would like to hear you as well as see you.”

I lick my parched lips, feeling the saliva building in my mouth, and stare horrified at the scrap of fabric in his hand. It is a pair of my panties, out of my laundry hamper, the ones he made me wear after making love to me last night. No wonder I thought I could taste cum on my gag. Swallowing hard, I finally trust my voice to ask, “Where are we? Why are you doing this?” and with eyes wide, “What are you going to do to me?”

His deep laugh resonates in the air, “My pet, we are at a very special club. I am doing this because I know deep down, you are thoroughly enjoying yourself, and to answer the what, you will find out soon enough.”

I can feel the movement of the truck as someone else climbs into the back. Unable to see behind me, I am startled into a loud gasp as lips start to suckle at my neck. My scream rings out as teeth sink into that tender flesh at juncture of neck and shoulder, tearing into me, marking my skin.

The cross is tipped backwards so that I am suspended and I am passed to a waiting crowd that has gathered around the truck. A moment of weightlessness as the cross is held aloft, then a soft thud as I am placed upright once again. My range of vision only allowing to see what is directly in front of me, so I cannot tell where I am, or who is here with me. I quiver on the cross, my heavy breasts swinging free, pointed tips aching.

The cross has been outfitted with wheels, it glides across the parking lot and through the gate into an open courtyard. As I look around, I see that the courtyard is surrounded by balconies. And on every balcony is a couple, men and women, men and men, women and women, threesomes and moresomes, all staring down at me. There is a tightness in my chest and I am wishing for the blindfold once more. The tightness becomes a critical point, focusing my mind on the fact that I think I am going to explode. His voice in my ear reminding me, “Breathe my pet, just breathe.”

The tightness slowly dissipates as I fill my lungs with the cool night air. Concentrating on breathing, closing my eyes, willing my body to relax, every muscle tightly coiled and aching from the effort. He whispers, “Open your eyes, play to your audience, they want to see you.”

I am left in the centre of the courtyard. As I let my eyes wander in my limited field of vision, I see that there are other women here, all around the edges, similarly bound and on display. The sound of a whip breaking the air, the sharp crack as it kisses flesh and the howl of agony making me visibly shake. I can only imagine her pain, at least I hope that I will only have to imagine it.

There is a general murmur through the crowd and I look up to see a naked man standing alone on a balcony, microphone in hand, cock in his other hand. His cock seems to be larger than the microphone and I suck in an appreciative gasp.

Silence follows and then he starts to speak:

“Welcome to the official opening of National Nude Day. It is a day we look forward to all year, and as the clock is fast approaching midnight, we have 24 hours of revelry to look forward to. Thank you to all of our very willing and exotic slaves, there are 24 of them in the arena. One for every hour of the day. And now…let the festivities begin…”

There is a loud drum roll and the sound of applause from every area of the arena. A blast of a trumpet, then a volley of fireworks that bathes the many naked bodies with pretty colours. A general noise erupts as everyone starts talking, the sound of requests being hollered from the balconies…and then another announcement…

“Masters, start working your slaves, the auction will start at 8 am, and you must deliver your slave to the winning bidder by 10 am.”

The shock of the statement is evident in my eyes. He leans in close and kisses my lips, then whispers, “You are going to fetch a high bid tonight, I can tell by the way the crowd hushed as you were wheeled in, and I have secured you the centre of the arena. I sent in a video of you as you were masturbating and they loved it…this is a closed club, we were lucky to bingöl escort have been invited. Make sure you give them a good show.”

He slaps my ass as he walks away. I can see him as he approaches a booth along one wall. He is smiling as he comes back carrying what looks like a tool box. He runs his nails down my back, raking lines of red on my pale flesh. His hand wanders lower, tugging at my tail, making me squirm on the cross, my tits swollen with desire, my puffy pussy lips draping open as a fresh stream of cum pours out.

He moves to stand in front of me, slowly opening the tool box and I gasp as I see what is inside, It is an assortment of toys, paddles, clamps and stuff that I can not even put a name to. Time seems to stand still, I can hear the sounds of paddles and whips striking flesh all around me. The high pitched keening of the screams, the low groans of orgasm, the cheers of the crowd, and as I inhale, the heady scent of sex on the wind.

“Just keep smiling my pet, and cum as needed.” he smiles at me, standing up he grabs the back of my head, a fistful of hair as he angles my mouth to his. He kisses me, such passion that for a moment it is just me and my Master. Alone, sharing a kiss.

He let’s go of my hair, and lowers his lips to my right nipple, tearing into it, sucking hard, making it swell, throb in his mouth. He quickly moves to my left nipple, duplicating the process, my hips grinding forward, thrusting at the warmth of the wood. He snaps a clamp onto each nipple, my howl pealing out into the night, overshadowing the screams of the arena.

His hand moves to rub my swollen button, as his other holds the cruel clamp in front of me. I beg him quietly, “No, please don’t, no, I can’t stand that. You know I hate it when you do that to me.” a tear tracks over my cheek as he ignores my pleas, bends down and lets the cold metal bite into my throbbing clit.

A loud whistle of appreciation as my body spasms, the pain making me shake, the entire cross quaking as I writhe and grind on the wood. He quickly threads a chain through the three clamps, tethering them together and then to add to the pain, he hangs a weight from the chain. It pulls and drags on all three of my most sensitive bits.

He stands back, smiling at me as my body adjusts to the clamps, the sharp pain dulling to an ever present ache, my hips looking like they are trying to fuck the juncture of the cross as I twist my wrists in an effort to get free. He licks his lips, then dips down into the box once more and comes up with a gleaming metal hook, the girth of the ball at the end looking like a bowling ball, my mind coming up with a recently seen picture of exactly where that hook is intending to go.

I scream, “Nooooooo!”

He walks around behind me, yanks the plug free and without a moment’s hesitation starts to press that bulbous hook to my ass. He presses hard, sliding it down momentarily to lube it at my pouring pussy, then drags it back up, the slippery oils making it glide over my skin. He pushes, and as my ass opens, he holds it in place at the widest point and reaches forward to tug at the chain, the pain erupts, fresh as the clamps bite in deeper, the pinched flesh of nipples and clit on fire. He pushes the ball home, and let’s go. The hook dancing obscenely as I cum…orgasming from the pain, screaming, I hear the mixed screams of the others in pain, in pleasure…and as it finally wanes I slump forward, glad of the straps holding me upright.

He sits on the tool box, watching me, smiling as I finally open my eyes, look at him, silently begging to be taken home. His grin is wide as he stands, reaches into the box and comes out with a length of rope. He starts to wind it around one heavy breast, until when I look down, it is jutting up and out, turning red as the circulation is cut off. He then runs it over my shoulder, and pulling my head back he ties it to my hair, runs it down through the loop on the hook, back to my hair and down to wrap it tightly around my other breast.

I can only look up, see a few of the balconies, every movement of my head pulling at my ass, my breasts as they swell, my nipples chained to my clit and every part of me on fire. His tongue runs along my cheek, snaking into my open mouth, he tugs at the chain again and swallows my scream. Sealing his lips to mine, breathing in as I exhale my lungs into his.

He stands back, rubs at his crotch, pressing the fabric of his pants to the bulging outline of his hard cock. My eyes devouring him, body so attuned to his that I can almost feel his hard hot length at my pussy lips. OMG! What is it that I do feel at my swollen lips, tugging at my clamped clit? I try to look down, the hook in my ass pulling up sharply, making me wince, I stare up again, breathing slowly as fingers part my folds. He stands and watches, as I am handled, inspected, by unseen hands.

The sound of the whip, too close, and then the strip of heat as it lashes at my ass. It wraps around me, kissing at the sides of my breasts, each stroke sending a warning as it whistles, a mere breath before it kisses my flesh. My head held back, my mouth wide as I scream at the agony, the whip dancing on my skin, striping me, my pale flesh like a neon beacon of lines.

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The following story was cobbled together from some of my experiences and those of a close friend. For my part there was indeed a Magda in my life who taught me the wonders of oral sex. The rest of our relationship is based on an experience my friend had with his physiotherapist. Both experiences have generously benefited from our collective imaginations and desires.

The overriding theme of all my stories is exhibitionism and voyeurism. Please be aware though, that I will touch a lot of other bases as well, as this story runs its course. If you are offended by explicit, overt sex, sex between family members, bi or lesbian sex, then maybe it’s best you move on. Lastly, there are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. I say this to avoid having each the character declare his or her age in the dialogue. I have a number of chapters already written that I am currently revising, so you won’t have to wait too long for new installments. I really had fun writing this story because it incorporates so many of my favourite reading topics and I really hope you enjoy it.

*****

School was out and I was finally done with it, at least until the fall when I would start university. Sadly though, there would be no lazing around for me this summer. The fact was, I needed a summer job.

My parents were very protective of me, especially my mother and they kept me working hard to get top grades and consistently make the honor role each year. This left me little time for socializing because, even in summer, they’d have me in geek camps and enriched summer school. Meeting girls, even though it was a priority for me, hardly ever happened. To make things worse, I was paralyzed with shyness around them and so I was usually out of luck when I did meet someone. I did manage to date a few girls as a teenager but I never made it too far in the love department.

My mother, father, twin sister and I all lived in a nice part of town. Our home was a good size in an older urban area that was quiet but still close enough to downtown. Most of our neighbours were professionals or business types that tended to keep to themselves. Either that, or they were just too busy I supposed.

It was a terrific area to live in, the place where I would forge my few lifelong friendships. More importantly, I would learn more about sex and women there than any other place in my life. It was Monday morning and already my mom was in my room shaking my foot to wake me up.

“What are you doing?” I moaned half asleep. “It’s Monday and school’s out, this should be my day off. Can’t I sleep in a bit for a change?”

“Nice try kiddo,” she laughed, “there will be time enough to sleep in on the weekend, that is if you’re not working weekends. Right now you need to get up and start looking for a job.”

I knew better than to argue with her, there was no way I was ever going to win. Besides, if I pushed back too hard she’d only bring my dad down on me. In those days you did as you were told or you got the business end of a belt.

Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower. I soaped myself all over, taking the necessary time to stroke my always-stiff cock until I came. It was a good, strong orgasm and I watched my cum hit the shower door and drooled downward, mingling with the soapsuds.

Feeling relieved, at least for another few hours, I cleaned up and went back into my room to get dressed. It seemed I was constantly horny in those days and I would masturbate four to six times daily, sometimes more.

As I descended the stairs to the kitchen I wondered to myself just how I was going to find a job. I had never worked a day in my life, for a salary that is. My whole life up to then had been extreme academia and this would be my first summer off. My breakfast of bacon and eggs lay waiting as I sat down at the kitchen table. My sister Jan was already there eating and she watched as I wolfed my food down.

“So what are your plans?” Mom asked.

“I thought I’d make the rounds of all the stores and restaurants around here and see if anyone is hiring,” I answered.

“Good luck with that,” my sister interrupted, “you should have done that a month ago like I did, there won’t be any jobs left now.”

“OK, you try that then,” Mom said to me, “I might have something for you to do at Magda’s house but you’ll still need a job to fall back on after that’s done.”

I left the house and headed to the commercial district in our area. Jan’s remark was still on my mind and it really pissed me off. Her so-called job was just an internship in some dumb marketing office. We were twins and although she was thirty minutes older than me, her life had taken the same path, education, education and more education. She had been cloistered into academia by our parents just like me.

She was a little less inept than me at the social graces though, since she did have a few close friends. But she was much more naïve than I about the opposite sex, if that were possible.

As I walked, balıkesir escort I thought about how Mom mentioned some work for me at Magda’s. Magda Poulski was our next-door neighbour and a friend of my mother’s. Her husband had died of a heart attack a few years earlier, so she now lived alone. She was nice and always treated the neighbourhood kids well. There were times when I felt she had a special smile, just for me. I didn’t know what she did for a living but there were always people coming and going from her house.

Having completed my rounds of all the businesses in the area I returned home just after lunchtime. My mother had set out a sandwich for me with some chips and a drink. I was famished and devoured it all in record time.

“So how did it go?” Mom asked.

“OK,” I said, “I filled out six applications and a couple looked like they might be interested in hiring me as a stock boy or helper.”

“Good. I’m proud of you. You handled that like a man.”

Wow, I thought to myself, she never complemented me that way before. I was feeling pretty good about myself.

“So what about the work at Mrs Poulski’s,” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “good thing you reminded me. You have to go to her house today at three and talk to her about it. I think she needs some painting done.”

At three o’clock on the nose, I was at Mrs Poulski’s door. I was about to knock when the door opened and out came a middle aged man in a suit followed by Mrs P. She was wearing a white two-piece uniform like a medical technician.

“Oh Rick,” she said, catching sight of me, “you’re very punctual, please come in.”

I followed her into her home passing her living room to the left and what appeared to be an office like a doctor’s examining room on the right. We continued straight into the kitchen where she stopped and turned to face me.

“So Rick, I have a lot of work for you if you’re capable and available that is. First, I need my basement cleaned out and painted and then my back yard is a disaster; it needs a major cleanup as well as some garden work and re-turfing. Lastly, I have several pieces of furniture that I would like spruced up with some repairs and refinishing. Can you handle all that?”

“Holy cow,” I said, “I didn’t know you had that much work to be done, this could take me all summer. There isn’t anything you mentioned, though, that I don’t think I can handle. My dad prides himself on his ability to do handiwork, as he calls it and I’ve been helping him ever since I was big enough to hold tools. I don’t think I’ll have any trouble but you can bet my dad will steer me straight, if I do need help.”

“That’s great,” she said with that special wide smile, “You can start by taking notes and talking over a price with your dad tonight. We can meet again tomorrow morning and come to terms, say around ten-thirty.”

I agreed and after wandering around the basement and the back yard I took the kind of notes I new my dad would want and then I headed back home. That night I went over everything with my dad and we came to an amount of $1,200 plus materials, for everything but the furniture. I would have to figure those out when she knew more about what she wanted. Mrs P was getting one heck of a deal but she was a friend of the family and I was happy to help. Besides, I didn’t need to look for a job any more.

The next morning I went over at ten-thirty sharp and pitched her the deal. She was delighted with my offer. She said that other contractors had been there earlier and quoted her as much as $5,500 without the furniture.

“I realize you’re working for very little and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” she said, “since my husband passed away it’s been difficult getting by with only my physiotherapy practice. This will really help, thank you.”

We agreed that I would begin the following morning by cleaning out the basement and the next day I was back over right after breakfast. Before I could knock, Mrs P opened the door and said good morning.

After I entered, she handed me a key. “This is the key to the back door, you’ll need to be able to come and go as you require during the day. I won’t always be available to let you in and sometimes I’m out on business.”

“Thanks,” I said, “that will be handy.”

“Another thing,” she added, “my name is Magda, please call me that. I hate being called Mrs Poulski or Mrs P. OK?”

“You got it Mrs… Magda,” I responded.”

The first day was a back breaker. There were dozens of heavy boxes to sort out, not to mention furniture to move out of the way or store elsewhere. I would need extra room to work in, during the prep and paint phase. The whole day I carried boxes and items up the long flight of stairs, through the house and out to the garage. Before I knew it, it was lunchtime and as I cleaned up in the basement Magda called down to me.

“Rick, I’ve put out a bowl of soup and a sandwich for you if that’s OK?”

“I think my mom is expecting me home so bartın escort I’ll call just in case,” I responded.

When I called, Mom she said it would be fine if I ate at Magda’s since she hadn’t started my lunch yet. I went upstairs into the kitchen where Magda sat at a glass breakfast table waiting for me.

“My mom hadn’t started my lunch yet so I can eat here,” I said as I sat down and looked at her. “How long have you been doing physiotherapy?”

“Oh for a long time now,” she answered, “I started as a massage therapist and graduated to full physio after I became certified eight years ago. Then, with the help of my late husband, I opened this shop three years later.”

“So I guess you like it then.”

“More than anything,” she responded, “there’s nothing like helping people by removing pain from their lives or helping an athlete exceed his or her goals.”

“Wow that sounds great,” I said. I winced as I shifted in my chair.

“What’s wrong?” Magda asked.

“Oh just a few sore muscles from emptying the basement. I’ll be fine after a nice hot shower tonight,”

“Come and see me before you leave,” she said, “I can help you more than just a shower.”

“Oh no, that’s OK,” I objected, “I’ll be fine, it’s just a few sore muscles.”

“Just the same I want to talk to you before you leave today Rick, please,” she insisted.

The rest of the afternoon was even more grueling than the morning and I had only cleared a fraction of the basement. I was dog tired and a bit depressed as I stopped by Magda’s office to say good-bye.

“Well that’s it for today Magda,” I said, “there’s still a mountain of work left down there, so I’ll see you again in the morning.”

“Wait right there young man,” Magda called out as she made her way from her office.

“Is there something wrong Magda?”

“No, I just want to have another look at you before you leave,” she replied. “You were in pain earlier and I want to check you out, make sure you’re not overdoing it.”

My shirt and shorts were soaked through with sweat and covered in dust. I stood still as she probed my back and shoulders and every so often she would hit a sore spot that would make me wince. She did a quick standing massage on my back, neck and shoulders. It made me feel fantastic. Then she told me to bring a change of clothes with me the next day and she would do more work on me before I left. I thanked her and headed home for that long awaited shower.

The next morning every muscle in my body hurt as I showered and dressed before heading to Magda’s. This time I packed a fresh shirt and shorts as she had asked. When I arrived at the house there was no answer at the door so I used my key to get in and went straight to the basement. Again the work was backbreaking as I rearranged furniture and boxes into some semblance of order. Then I moved one heavy box at a time up to the temporary storage in the garage.

As lunchtime arrived there was still no Magda as I closed up and went home for lunch. Around one-thirty I returned to continue working and I saw Magda’s car in the driveway. I entered through the back door again and went directly to the basement and continued working. All through the day I could hear movement upstairs and the sounds of people coming and going. Around two-thirty Magda came down to the basement to bring me a cold drink.

“Hi Rick,” she said with her usual cheery smile, “wow, look at all the work you’ve done, I don’t recognize the place. You know you’ve got to slow down a little, this is a lot of work for one person and I don’t want you hurting yourself. You have the whole summer to get it done.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” I said, “to tell the truth, I can really feel it now. Maybe I’ll take your advice and it in a little.”

“Stop by and see me before you leave,” she asked, “I want to check you out again.”

By the end of the day it seemed like there was no end to the work, not to mention the pain and fatigue. For all my effort, to me the place still didn’t look like I had made that much of a difference. I walked by Magda’s office on my way out and this time she called me in.

“So how are you feeling this afternoon?” she asked as she got up and walked behind me to have a look.

“I’m still pretty sore,” I said, “but I’ll get over it.”

She expertly probed my back, neck and shoulders again and the pain was almost unbearable.

“Oh no no no,” she said softly under her breath, “did you bring that change of clothes I asked you to?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good, you have been severely overtaxing your muscles and you need treatment if you’re going to keep working for me. There will be no charge of course, call it payback for the great deal you’re giving me. Now go through that door to the wet therapy room and take a long hot shower in the back, as hot as you can stand it. When you’re done, wrap a dry towel around your waist and lie face-down on one of the massage tables then call me.”

I found my way through to the shower batman escort as I passed all the water related equipment. There was a large metal whirlpool tub, a sauna and other deep tanks that I couldn’t quite figure out. I had no idea she was so well set up.

After the shower I dried myself and wrapped a fresh towel around my waist. I went back into the other therapy room that looked like a gym with all the machines and I got up on to a table.

“Ready Magda,” I called out.

I heard her voice answer from her office. “Oh good, be right there.”

She came straight over to the table and had me lay down on my stomach. Then she set to work on my back, neck, shoulders and arms. Magda had a slight build and only stood around five foot two inches but there was no doubting the strength in her arms and hands. She skillfully massaged my muscles, releasing all the pent up tension and strain. Within fifteen minutes I was feeling measurably better.

“OK, that will do for the massage Rick, let’s get you into the whirlpool now and seal the deal.”

I followed her into the other room, as she stood by the tub and told me to get in.

“Hold on, I’m naked under this,” I whined.

She smiled. “You know I work with athletes and gymnasts all day who never think twice about being unclothed around me. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She turned her back.

I felt childish and embarrassed now at how shy I had acted. I dropped my towel and almost wished she would turn back around but she didn’t so I climbed into the tub. She flipped the switch beside her and the powerful jets came to life massaging me from neck to toe. She set the timer and after asking if I was all right she went back to her office.

For the next twenty minutes I basked in the sensation of the hot water and intense jets. Before I knew it, she was back in the room with fresh towels and this time I didn’t hesitate; I got up straight out of the tub and stood facing her in the raw as she handed me the towels.

“Good, very good,” she said, “never be ashamed of your body Rick. You’re tall and you have a very lean, strong physique.”

Then she blatantly stared down between my legs and she added, “Believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed of, quite the contrary.”

I was almost six feet tall and one hundred and forty-five pounds. My cock was already as long as it would ever get at a little over six inches and pretty thick although it would thicken more in later years years. With wind-blown, dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes I could have probably passed for a surfer type I guess.

Magda leaned up against the tub and we talked as she watched me continue to dry myself off. “You know Rick I heard you were a real academic, genius level. Forgive me but you just don’t look the part. You’re strong with an athletic build and doing a man’s labour. You couldn’t seem any less like a bookworm.”

I smiled, “Thanks, I guess. My parents are both fit and they believe a fit body suits a fit mind. Along with our constant studies my sister Jan and I have always exercised a lot. We cycle and hike everywhere we can plus we work out in our basement. Unfortunately though, with all the mental and physical training it left very little time in our lives for a social life.

As for the labour part, I believe you work with your brain and create with your hands. That’s my dad’s mantra and I’ve been building and fixing things with him for as long as I can remember.

“That’s an interesting and philosophical thought,” Magda observed.

“It is what it is and that is, what I am.”

Her gaze deepened and I wasn’t sure if she was impressed or just getting bored.

I had never been undressed in front of a woman before and I couldn’t believe I was doing it now. Somehow I wasn’t nervous or shy at all with Magda, she was different. As the nervousness wore off my excitement grew along with my cock. I felt my face flush and I tried to hide my erection behind the towel.

“Don’t worry about that,” Magda chuckled, “I’ve seen so many erections in my work that they don’t even faze me any more.”

I dropped the towel exposing my fully erect cock and she chuckled again.

“Well, maybe just a little sometimes.” She admitted. “I believe everyone has some exhibitionist in them. We are born with it and like children, we want to run around freely in the buff.”

“Even you?” I asked.

“Oh I think it’s getting late my young friend and time you to got dressed. How are you feeling now?” she asked.

“Really good,” I answered, “you’re very good at what you do.”

“Yes, I am.” She said in a slow and sexy voice but at that point it was probably just my cock doing the listening.

I finished dressing and headed home to jerk off at least four more times that night. I had always seen Magda as an attractive woman but now it was as if she lit a bonfire in my stomach. As I stroked my cock that evening, all I could see and think about was her slight frame, tight shapely ass and plump tits. Her face had sharp features often found in European women and her face was framed with shoulder length black hair. Her features could make her seem so serious and almost threatening but when she would smile, everything changed in an instant. She had a smile that could light up a room.

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Despite the fact I had needed to punish Francesca for having the packet of cigarettes in the house, I was actually feeling very confident she was over the worse of her addictive tendencies, particularly the alcoholism which was by far the greater worry. It had been several weeks without any major issues and I was actually feeling pretty damn smug that my highly unorthodox approach was actually going to be successful. It helped me feel better about the obvious sexual gratification I was getting from the whole situation.

However I should have realised it was never going to be that easy. In my younger years I use to love to listen to the “Sunscreen Song” sung by Baz Luhrman. One of its numerous prophetic lines speaks of trouble blindsiding you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday when you least expect it. Never a truer word said. I arrived home from town at 4pm on Tuesday afternoon and immediately became concerned as Abigail had arrived home from school but Francesca had not been at the gate to collect her off the school bus. A quick search of the house and surrounding orchard revealed nothing, so I bundled Abigail into the car and drove the short distance to Paula and Dave’s neighbouring property where they ran their boutique winery.

On arriving I found Paula in her house. She immediately began looking sheepish when I asked her if she had seen Francesca. Eventually she confessed she had picked up Francesca from our house earlier in the afternoon and brought her around for a cup of coffee

“A cup of coffee?” I scowled.

“To be honest there was a bottle of our latest wine on the table and I did allow her to sample it.”

“You did what!” I bellowed. “How could you be so dumb? Just tell me how much the two of you ended up drinking.”

Paula looked close to tears. She realised she had screwed up. “We did have a second glass.”

“And the rest,” I accused.

“No honestly,” Paula defended herself. “As Francesca was finishing her second glass she suddenly began crying and then ran out of the house. She ran across the yard in the direction of your house so I assumed she was going home. Oh, Jane, I am so sorry.”

“Where is Grand-mere Fran?” my 7 year old daughter, Abigail fretted.

Grand-mere Fran is what my daughter affectionately calls Francesca. Grand-mere being French for Grandmother.

“I am not sure, honey. You stay here with Paula while Mummy has a look.” With that I began retracing the track Francesca would have taken if walking the couple of miles back to our house.

On the boundary of our property there is an old disused packing shed and I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I pocked my head in and after my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out the huddled shape of Francesca curled up in one corner. As she looked up and saw me she immediately burst into tears and began apologizing profusely for what she had done. She admitted she could not believe she had acted so dumbly. She was so ashamed of herself she could not bare going home, knowing she had let everybody down, including herself.

I genuinely felt sorry for her and decided nothing would be served by berating her at that point, so I held her tight and let her cry before walking her the rest of the way to our house. I rang up a very relieved Paula to tell her Francesca was okay, and a short time later she dropped off Abigail, who was much relieved to see Grand-mere Fran. Paula did not wait around as she could tell I was angry.

Francesca was covered with grime from being in the old packing shed so I ran a bath for her and Abigail to share. When Francesca re-emerged she was wearing her bath robe and looking a lot more composed. She joined me in the kitchen for a coffee.

“Can you ever forgive me?” Francesca gazed at me with sad puppy bitlis escort dog eyes, but I knew her regret was genuine.

“Yes I can,” I answered honestly. “You at least had the sense to stop drinking before you fell off the rails. And for that you can be applauded. But you know you will be punished, and punished severely?”

“I know. I deserve to be punished and I want to be punished as a reminder to never, ever, act so dumb again in my life.”

I had not given thought as to how Francesca might be punished, but I knew a simple one-night hand spank would not suffice.

“You will be punished every night this week until Sunday,” I decided.

“Every night!” Francesca complained. “But today is only Tuesday.”

“Correct. Do you have a problem with that? If you think I am being too harsh then give me you reasons?”

She hung her head. “No, you are right. It is what I deserve.”

“Right. Then your punish starts from now. Hand me your bath robe.”

Francesca stared at me in disbelief. “But I have nothing on underneath.”

I just continued to hold out my hand waiting for her to hand me her bathrobe.

“Jane, dear, please don’t make me do this,” Francesca pleaded. “Abigail is in the house. What possible excuse can I give her for being naked?”

“Perhaps you should tell her the truth. Now hand me your bath robe.”

Reticently Francesca removed her robe and handed it to me. She could not hide the fact she was intensely embarrassed by standing nude in the kitchen in the late afternoon with Abigail wandering around and Olivier due home shortly from his shift at the hospital.

“Now sit down and have your coffee. It is strong and black, and I think you need it to sober up.”

Without argument she slid her naked body onto the stool at the breakfast bar and began to sip her coffee while I continued to prepare dinner. A short time later Abigail strolled into the kitchen in search of a glass of water. The sight of a naked Francesca sitting on the stool stopped her in her tracks. She put her hand up to her mouth and began to giggle.

“Grand-mere Fran, you are so silly,” Abigail giggled. “You forgot to put your clothes on.”

Francesca shuddered in shame. She looked forlornly from young Abigail to myself, embarrassment rendering her speechless.

I decided something had to be said. “Your Grand-mere has behaved like a naughty little girl so she is going to get a spanking from Mummy. And because she has been very naughty she is not allowed to wear clothes as a part of her punishment.”

Abigail nodded wisely, content with my explanation and clearly pleased it was her Grandmother and not her who was in line for the spanking.

After getting her glass of water, Abigail again stared at her naked Grandmother before turning back to me. “Can I watch, please Mummy?”

I couldn’t help but grin and looked over at Francesca whose face was registering high anxiety. I acted as if considering my daughter’s request for a moment, before responding. “I don’t think so, honey. Grand-mere will get such a hard spanking she will be crying so I don’t think it is something nice you would want to see.”

Abigail decided I was probably correct, and Francesca looked relieved, but it was short lived as Olivier’s car pulled up in the yard. Abigail quickly disappeared to greet her father and we could clearly hear her excitedly giving him the rundown on how Grand-mere had no clothes on and she had been so naughty that Mummy was going to spank her. Francesca was looking decidedly sick as father and daughter entered the kitchen, hand in hand. Olivier’s face, not surprisingly, registered amusement, but apart from raising his eyebrows questioningly towards me he acted normally. We all gathered in bolu escort the kitchen and chatted about our day. All except the naked Francesca, who seemed to have very little to say.

As we went to sit down for dinner Francesca whispered a quick plea in my ear to be allowed to put her bath robe back on but a shook my head firmly. As we seated ourselves at the small dining table, Francesca’s perfect firm breasts were certainly a centre piece that drew your eyes like a beacon.

Even Abigail could not help noticing. “You look funny at the table Grand-mere Fran with nothing on your boobies.”

Francesca blushed with shame. She blushed even more when a short time later she let some sauce drip from her fork on to her left breast, and was all flustered as she had nothing with which to wipe it off. To my surprise Olivier reached for a paper napkin, but instead of handing it to Francesca he made her lean forward while he wiped the sauce off her breast. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

After dinner a naked and self-conscious Francesca assisted us with washing up. I then escorted her through to the lounge and told her to stand in the corner, facing the wall, and wait for Olivier and I while we put Abigail to bed. She quickly did as she was told, pressing her nose against the wall. Despite the humiliation of having to stand in the corner like a misbehaving schoolgirl, I think she was relieved to be away from the spotlight for at least a few minutes.

When Olivier and I returned almost forty minutes later, Francesca was still standing in the corner as instructed. I requested she move to the centre of the lounge, place her hands on her head, and stand on the tip of her toes. She was confused by my directions, but the confusion quickly turned to alarm when she noticed I was carrying a belt in my hand.

“You are going to be spanked twenty times with the belt. You must remain on your toes, with your hands on your head, and I want you to count each spank and then repeat ‘I have let myself down’. Do you understand?”

Francesca nodded apprehensively to indicate she understood. Olivier had seated himself and watched on expressionless. I stood beside Francesca and did a couple of practice swings. I was, after all, a novice with the belt and it clearly required a bit more skill than spanking with your hand.

When I finally swung the first smack with the belt, Francesca howled in surprise and lost her balance, before quickly regaining her composure.

“Oh my god……one….I have let myself down,” she managed to mutter.

After ten smacks with the belt Francesca was begging me to stop, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. I was determined she would receive her full punishment, but did give her two minutes of rest before administering the final ten spanks.

The following evening I had a meeting to attend and did not arrive home until after eight thirty. I was pleased to see Olivier had taken control of the situation. He had ordered his Step-mother to undress and stand in the corner until I arrived home. Olivier was in the kitchen getting my dinner out of the microwave, and as I walked in there I was surprised to find Dave and Paula also seated at the breakfast bar. Although Dave cheerfully greeted me, Paula’s response was very subdued.

After exchanging small talk Dave turned to his wife, then looked back at Olivier and I. “Paula has confessed to me that she allowed Francesca to drink our wine, and we both agree she acted totally irresponsibly. Don’t we Paula?”

Paula looked over at us and nodded forlornly.

“She is equally responsible for what has happened, and as such we both agree that the appropriate resolution is for Paula to be punished for what she has done.”

“Punished?” I responded. burdur escort This was an unexpected, but not unpleasant, turn of events.

“Correct. She needs to share the blame and as such she should share the punishment Francesca is no doubt receiving.”

“Okay.” I acted as if I was mulling it over. I turned to Paula, “Is this what you want?”

“It is not what I want, but it is what I deserve,” she quietly responded.

I turned back to her husband, Dave. “If I agree to punish Paula she will be treated the same as Francesca. This means your wife will be naked in front of Olivier and I, and will be thoroughly punished and humiliated in any manner I see fit. Is this what you want?”

Dave agreed without hesitation. There seemed no doubt in his mind. I turned back to a remorseful looking Paula.

“Well…I guess you had better undress.”

My red headed friend looked more than a little distressed by my request. “Now? Here?”

“Yes. Right now. Right here. Totally naked in front of all of us.”

For a brief moment Paula gazed at me defiantly, before her shoulders slumped forward in resignation of her fate. Slowly she began to undress, uncovering her slim but well endowed body covered in freckles. Funny, but a few months ago I would have been outraged and jealous if my best friend had stripped naked in front of my husband. Now it made me perversely delighted, especially as I was controlling the whole scenario. My best friend was prepared to demean herself because I had ordered her to do so.

When Paula was naked I made her remain in the kitchen with us for several minutes while I sat down on the stool at our breakfast bar and ate the meal Olivier had pre-prepared for me. Paula’s pale, freckled skin was flushed with embarrassment. When she tried to place her hands in front of her breasts and pubic region Dave quickly stepped in and ordered her to put her hands by her sides. Paula was shocked by her husband’s actions but quickly complied with his request. As I was about to finish my meal I heard Paula gasp with horror and point embarrassedly at the kitchen doorway. I swivelled around to see my seven year old Abigail standing in the doorway in her pyjamas, clutching her teddy. Paula might have been shocked, but Abigail was clearly unperturbed.

Abigail gazed up at Paula with a knowing smile. “Have you been naughty too, like Grand-mere Fran, and going to get smacked until you cry?”

Paula’s mouth dropped open in shock. She was speechless. The rest of us couldn’t help but smile at Abigail’s matter-of-fact perceptiveness of the situation.

“Yes honey, you are so right,” I intervened, “And you definitely don’t want to watch naughty Paula crying, do you?”

“No way,” was Abigail’s quick response.

With that I ordered Paula to go into the lounge to join Francesca and stand with her nose in the corner. She quickly obliged, while I got Abigail a drink before taking her off to bed.

With Abigail tucked up and asleep in her bed, Olivier, Dave and I went into the lounge where our two lovely ladies were awaiting their punishment. Both of them were standing in opposite corners of the room with their noses against the wall, their naked buttocks beautifully on display. It was truly an erotic sight. The three of us seated ourselves before I ordered Francesca and Paula to come and stand in front of us, and put their hands on their head. Both had the look of nervous schoolgirls standing before the headmistress. They were made to remain like that while I gave them a demeaning lecture about their behaviour. Both ladies were then ordered to stand on their toes while they received twenty smacks with the belt from me, which reduced both of them to tears. Dave watched on with fascination, and I strongly suspected he was more the voyeur than offended husband. As always, Olivier remained professional and expressionless. After the spanking Dave took Paula home, but not before confirming they would be back again the next evening to continue the punishment.

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“After having so much fun at Grampa Micky’s why do I need to go to Mommy’s?”

“KNOCK IT OFF!” Lonnie snaps, “I’ll deal with her man Mark.”

“Noooooooo! You said you would let me deal with him.”

“You don’t have what it takes to resist him. I do. Skinhead or not, that guy will NOT ruin my daughter.”

“DADDY!” She yells with tears developing in her eyes. With casual glances across the car at her he winces. Hiding her eyes by looking out her passenger window she sobs relentlessly. There was more to this than Lonnie envisioned.

“Hey! What’s this really about?”

Afraid to look at him she admits her worst fear, “He said he would destroy Mommy. Make her start drinking again.”

“That mother fucker. Is he trying to have sex with you by blackmailing you into believing he would do that?”

“You know he is. He wants to tie me up like he does Mommy. Punish me for telling him no.”

“That bondage stuff bothers you that bad? I guess I should never have bought all that stuff last month. I didn’t realize it would hurt you. I mean you did write in your diary about that kind of thing. Donnie had you in some pretty tight situations.”

“That’s different. I would love for you to do that stuff to me. I’d even let Joshy. Just not creepy Mark.”

“He isn’t going to do that to you I promise. If I have to get Joshy and your other boy toys to back me up I will.”

“What about Mark’s friends? They’re like bikers. You…they could get hurt.”

“Don’t you worry about any of us. Let me just sit and talk to Mark alone. I’m sure this won’t move into any violent territory. Most days he’s been pretty cordial toward me. He knows why Paula and I got divorced and he’s been somewhat reasonable toward our past. If he has changed drastically or been lying to me all along, I’ll sort it out and deal with him as needed. You just stay with me or your mom while we’re at their house. Try on your gown, show off your graduation dress, and tell mom about your pictures.” He snaps his fingers to make her look at him, “ONLY the innocent pictures. Not the calendar potential. We can’t let Paula know about those.”

“I’m eighteen now. It’s not like she could suddenly fight for custody of me.”

“No, but you are protecting her from drinking again right?”

“Oh! Right. I’m just upset and not thinking straight. Sorry Daddy.”

“Don’t be. It’s just better that your mom never learns about…us.”

“Mark might prove that to her if he doesn’t get his way. He said he knows someone who has had me. I just cant figure out who that might be. Nobody that I’ve slept with is anywhere near what Mark is like.”

“He’s probably just bluffing.”

“I hope so. I like every guy I’ve been with.”

“Ah, my tender soul.” Lon reaches over to caress her hair, “Just relax. We only need to be there at most an hour. Then we can go get ice cream.”

“Rocky Road?” She brightens up.

“Sure.” Hearing her choice he considers that the road ahead might just be rocky. Turning the radio up he let her sing as he pondered the future. He wasn’t ready to stop playing with his daughter, even though he was beginning a possible new relationship with the waitress Deborah Johnson. He really liked the woman. Even if her own daughter Coochie was becoming clingy without even having met him. Dinner on Wednesday would tell the tale. This might become more of a hassle than it was worth. So why was he thinking about the cute young African American barely legal? Lonnie Turner was fucked up in the head. He truly needed to sort out right from wrong. That would be a topic for another day. He had three more days to iron out his emotions.

Fifteen minutes later Lonnie crossed into the village of Skokie Illinois. Once upon a time this area was marshlands. He just hoped that no quicksand still existed for him to sink any lower than he had to. Even he was slightly worried about dealing with Mark Rapier. Not only was he a skinhead affiliate he was a tried and true biker. Tattoos and all. What his ex-wife ever saw in the man was beyond him. He was beginning to realize just how much he didn’t know about Paula. Who knew she was into that hardcore bondage stuff? Looking at her she was fucking Betty Rubble from the Flintstones, only a redhead. He was certain that Paula would think the same of Lonnie should she ever hear the truth about how he had changed.

Reaching their street Lonnie slowed up long enough to emphasize something, “Whatever you do don’t mention my dating Deborah. Not just because your Mom doesn’t need to know, I don’t want to hear Mark’s racist bullshit because Deb is black. Understood?”

“Yes Daddy. I promise not to say a word.”

“Good girl. Let’s do this.” Pulling up to the curb he shuts off his car and looks over to see Mark with two of his friends tinkering on a Harley in the driveway of his garage. Lon’s bravado sank the second he spotted Mark’s friends. Both of them were burly men with shaved heads with the exception of goatees. Trying to keep strong for his daughter, Lon sighs, “I wonder çorum escort how I’d look bald?”

“Noooo! I like your hair. Don’t you dare shave it off.”

“I’m joking. Stop getting your thong in a twist.”

“I’m not wearing my thong.”

“Of course you’re not.”

Opening their doors, the two stepped out and headed up the sidewalk toward the front door of the older, less than appealing single level home. On their journey Mark took time away from tinkering to smile and wave at them. His friends were a bit less social outside of eying Paige. Both men rubbed their goatees cleaning off a place for her to sit. They were gentlemen at heart. Sure they were. Paige tried to avoid direct contact but even in her distaste for Mark Rapier her appeal for men in general allowed her curiosity to drift. Lonnie didn’t see her smile. She really didn’t want to. Dammit!

Waving back via a military style hand salute Lonnie kept on his journey when Paula opened the inside door to their home. A yelping lap dog had given away their arrival. As the screen door creaks open, out bolts a blond colored Pomeranian, which darted directly toward Paige. Instinct took over to kneel and pet the pooch.

“Hi Captain. How’s my lil’ buddy?” She picked him up and cuddled him in her arms.

“And, there goes the hair infestation.” Lonnie scowled, “Black skirt, blond leftovers. Now you know why I won’t allow you to have a dog.”

“Don’t be mean to my Captain. He keeps a tight ship.” Paige then whispers, “He’s the only good thing about coming here.”

“I hear you. Still not getting a dog. Borrow Paula’s dust buster before you leave.”

“Lint roller.”

“That too.” He smirks before looking up to see Paula stepping outside in her bathrobe. It was easy to tell she had just taken a shower. Her hair was still wet. Not only that but Mark’s two friends were glued to Paula’s short bathrobe with interest. All Lonnie could think about was them tag teaming Paula while Mark watched. Knowing of their penchant for bondage and Mark’s dominance Lon suspected that she had been shared. Who was this woman these days?

“About time you two got here. I was beginning to think you stood me up.” Paula waved them toward her. “Get over here.” She lured her daughter in with a smug wave of calling arms.

“Aye Aye Captain.” Paige giggled to the pooch before resting him down on to the walkway.

“Sounds like the dog’s a drunk too.” Lonnie frowned at his own mental jest. Sadly, Paula caught on to her daughter’s unintentional cruelty too.

“I do not take my dog to meetings. I am however getting another Pom soon so that Captain has a playmate. I intend to call him Chip.” She surprised her daughter with a giggle. Paige merely shrugged and let it go over her head as she accepted her Mother’s hug. Lonnie however puckered at his ex-wife’s tease. It was pretty amusing for an A.A. joke. At least having a dog named Chip would be a constant reminder to leave the sauce alone. In a way Lonnie was proud of her.

“Let me look at you.” Paula releases Paige to look at her Graduation outfit. “It looks better on you now than it did in the store.”

“Better without the hair follicle’s.” Lon chuckled.

“Have the dress dry cleaned before Saturday. I have coupons for 30% off. If you wash it the hair will linger, even after a rolling brush. Let’s go inside.” She seemed apprehensive about being outside in front of Mark and his buddies. In his release Captain ventured into enemy territory seeking attention. Eying the piranha with fur, one of Mark’s buddies seemed tempted to kick the poor pooch. Seeing his thoughts, Paige darted from her parents and dared to face them head on. As both Lon and Paula watch her retrieve Captain by kneeling on the ground to lift him up Mark chuckled aiming for best behavior.

“Hey Kid. Your dress looks nice.”

“Thanks. Don’t try and sweet talk me, I still despise you.” She fidgets as the man who seemed intent on kicking the dog crouched in front of Paige to pet the dog. That and aim for a look up Paige’s skirt. In her own lowered stature she hadn’t been so lady like, her knees parted wide. He definitely saw her fire arrow pointing at a deliciously moist pink pussy. Once she realized her error she closed her gap and stood up with trembling eyes.

“Hey Mark. Maybe you should adopt a cat too.” Berkley Hobbs chuckled. Paige knew he would never have said cat if he hadn’t seen her puss. As haunted as she was, her hormones shot lightning bolts toward her thighs. Having any man acknowledge her gave her a thrill, even gross burley bikers. Before rising she notes the other standing biker attempting to steal a glance. He missed out.

“No cats. Stroke one you’ve stroked them all. Skin them all I say.” Mark mused playfully. “Besides my Pitbull Hawg would eat it for breakfast. I’m shocked Paula’s toupee with a tongue hasn’t gone missing.”

“Meanie.” Paige winced as she felt a presence behind her, Paula moved in with a protective motherly stance of folded arms. She wasn’t certain denizli escort if she was defending her or her lapdog.

“We don’t need any stinky litterbox Finch. I’d be the only one to clean it.” Paula shook her head with a creased brow, as she informed the standing biker Donovan Finch. He merely offered an expression of “Dumb bitch”, only watching his tongue due to Mark instructing his friends to keep things cool.

“Let’s go try on your Graduation gown.” Paula encouraged her daughter by reclaiming her pup to keep him safe. Lord knows what these barbarians might do to it when she wasn’t looking. They might go so far as to hide him in the oven from her. Reaching out behind Paula, Mark proves his uncouth dominance by pinching Paula on the ass, his hand rising up under her short robe. Tempted to swat his hand, she resisted with a glare that immediately lowered. Paige noticed her reaction and shivered. Her Mother used to have such fire. Now, she masked her emotions. This made her very sad.

Lonnie finally joining the party gripped Paige by both shoulders, “Rocky Road remember?”

“Icee cream.” Paige flare her eyes utilizing her childlike voice in an exciting fashion. It made both bikers hard just hearing her. The comment however shifted Paula’s attention to her kid.

“Rocky Road sounds yummy.” Stepping away didn’t sit well with Mark who cleared his throat loudly. Paula froze in step at his guttural proclamation of control.

“While you’re hovering over my tools hand me a socket wrench. Three eighths. Hex head.” Mark prodded.

Bending over in front of Finch and Berk allowed them to see Paula this time. She too was only wearing a cute little thong beneath her robe. Even Lonnie felt strangely aroused by her swift reaction. While holding her dog the woman lingered, deciding which socket head was a three eighths. Once discovered she passed it over and stood up. Her face was blood red knowing that her ex had seen her obey Mark in such a display. Especially in front of his friends.

“Can I visit with my daughter now?” Paula dared to ask. Mark merely smiled and motioned for her to go. Lonnie didn’t know what to do. His defense mechanism wanted to rally, but this part at least wasn’t his business. Protecting his daughter was his sole driving force. Thus far, not much was being said about Paige to warrant a direct confrontation. Still, he did need to talk to Mark alone.

“Hey Mark?” Lon grew some balls, “Before we take off can I talk to you about something? Graduation stuff.” He kept things less suspect as to where his thoughts really were.

“Sure thing. Drop back out when you guys get done. Take a picture in her gown for me in case I don’t make it to her actual ceremony. Not really my kind of…”

“Gotcha.” Lon nodded and nudged his daughter forward. Paula hesitantly followed them after an ever so subtle eye contact with her man Mark. Just daring to share a glance made Mark growl. It was evident that even since the last time Paige had seen her Mother, her actions were more restrained. Kind of sexy, kind of daunting. Eerie even.

Inside the house Lonnie let Paula do her thing. Going to her spare bedroom closet for Paige’s graduation cap and gown. Peering through the doorway Lonnie noted that the small room look lived in. Feminine things were everywhere. Paula used to be quite the housekeeper even when she was drunk. Did they have a roommate? Lon needed to know.

“Someone staying with you guys?”

Paula holds up the gown in front of Paige sizing up the height issue that she worried about. Trying her best to ignore Lonnie only led to him asking again. Now, even Paige was curious after noticing hygiene products on the dresser and claiming the gown from her Mother to avoid her using it as a shield. Finally, with the curtains open they discover a skulking Finch just outside drinking a beer.

“Spill it.” Lonnie moved to close the blinds on the window as if Paige were going to change. Paula immediately reopened them and offered a whisper.

“I…I’m staying in this room. After our conversation over the phone about…Mark, I confronted him. He scolded me by forcing me in here. He told me that he wasn’t going to listen to my bullshit and that I should believe him over…my daughter. This is only temporary, the guest room that is.”

“Are you leaving Mark?” Paige bulged her eyes trying not to smile over the possibility.

“Oh no. We’re just…giving each other…well…room.” She swayed her palms around the atmosphere of the tiny bedroom. Lonnie glanced about exploring while he digested her words. On the bedposts were leather restraints, the foot board as well. That looked entirely too conspicuous. Regardless, seeing them directed Lonnie’s eyes to Paula’s ankles and wrists. Gently reddened rings encircled all four limbs, nothing overly abusive. It was bad enough that tender bruises were evident around Paula’s neckline. He concluded that it was just their chosen sex acts, not anything to be stressed over. That again, was their düzce escort life, not his. As long as it didn’t involve Paige he could really care less. Untrue, but he did try to believe his own thoughts on the matter.

“Is he tying you up at night?”

“No nothing like that.” She tried her best to lie. Lonnie knew her too well having been married to the redhead. “Try on the gown. If it’s too long I still have time to get it hemmed up.”

“Nobody measured her height before they ordered it?” Lon narrowed his eyes at the school’s stupidity.

“They do, but mistakes can be made.” Paula fidgeted. “Go on sweetheart see if it fits properly.”

Eying the reopened blinds Paige shied a bit. “I guess. It’s not like I’m getting undressed.” She then, with the help of her Mother removed the outer plastic. Mom being overly protective of the gown assisted in pulling it over her head and guided its flow over her clothing. Lonnie again mentioned dog hair to which Paula swore she would make certain there would be no stray hairs inside or out by Saturday night. Once the gown draped full length over Paige’s bodacious body the hemline halted perfectly over her ankles. Plenty of room without tripping over it. With the cap placed on her head, both parents stood back and absorbed the beauty, albeit hidden maturity of their baby. Looking fifteen was not in service of said maturity. Still, she was now a fully grown woman and ready to begin her new journey as an adult, released from eighteen years in a scholastic prison.

“Isn’t our daughter just darling?” Paula melted patting Lonnie on the bicep, “Take her picture silly man.” Lon did just that. He would keep it on his cell wallpaper to admire. As he and Paula stared at the picture, the timing could not have been any worse. An incoming call revealed the caller as Deborah. Snatching it from her view Paula looked surprised. Biting her tongue Paula knew that her ex must have had a girlfriend he was hiding. In a sense she was happy for him. Lon merely scowled and declined the call…for now.

“I told Mark I’d show him a pic of Paige in her gown.” Lon frowned at what was coming, “You two stay in here and babble about the future or something.” After a kiss to his daughters cheek followed by, “You’re beautiful Punk.” He took his leave.

Paula swallowed dryly while Paige looked toward her Father’s departure. Once gone from sight Paige attempted to remove her gown and have her Mother hang it back up. Plopping on the mattress Paige Turner made her Mom sit down. It was time to talk. Neither would be truthful about what was really going on behind the scenes.

Sweating bullets but trying his best to contain his fears on the matter at hand Lonnie took a moment to text Deborah with, “Bad timing. Dealing with my ex and her ole’ man. Call you after we leave their house. Miss you Gorgeous.” Giving her a minute to reply with her understanding she replies back with, “Miss you more Big Daddy.” He followed that with one more text, “Radio silence. This could get ugly. I’ll explain later. No reply needed.” He added a kissing Emoji to mask how it sounded. Hopefully she obeyed. Obeyed? Where did that word creep in from? Lon shook it off before heading over to Mark and Berk. Finch was obviously still overseeing the women.

Berk noting Lon’s walking toward them grunts to let Mark know. He had heard the screen door so merely continued removing the Harley’s carburetor.

“How goes the autopsy Doc?” Lon attempted humor. Mark winced up at him and shook his head.

“Nobody’s dead. Yet. It’s always more fun depriving them of body parts, while they still have spark.” Mark Rapier liked his reply. Changing the subject he headed straight for the soul. “Here to talk about your kid’s bitterness toward me?”

“You asked for a pic in her graduation gown.” He lowers the cell to show him. Drawing back a bit to avoid the glare on the cell he puckered his approval.

“Sexy as ever.”

“I’d prefer your compliments over my daughter to be a little less erotic.” Lon grew some balls, “What’s this about you trying to get my kid involved in your bondage crap?”

Mark grins as he chose to snatch up a rag to wipe his hands before standing tall. He hovered over Lonnie by three inches. “Bondage crap? Are you putting down my lifestyle Lon Wolf?”

“Only if it draws in my daughter. She’s barely legal and still impressionable. If she’s uncomfortable in your discussions of it, I’d prefer you just keep it to yourself. What you and Paula do is between yourselves.”

“My decisions NOT Paula’s.” Mark calmly informs Lonnie.

“Whatever. Speaking of Paula…you’re punishing her for defending her own daughter? It’s easy enough to tell that you’ve isolated her to the guest room.”

Behind them Berk chuckled, then chose to swig his beer before letting out any further expressions of amusement. Lon ignored Berk in favor of direct eye contact with the hulking Mark. So far so good.

“Only proving I can live without her if she’s going to believe anyone other than her Master.”

“Master? I don’t see any collar on Paula.”

“I can fix that. Berk? Go grab Hawg’s collar off his neck and bring it to me. Don’t lose an arm while you’re doing it.” Mark sneered coldly. Berk wasn’t certain if Mark meant it so hesitated.

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(Here’s a short story I just made for a contest on another site. Shorter than my average since the rules restricted how long it could be, but I think it ends up working still. Hope you all enjoy.)

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Lindsey woke up late one morning in the apartment she shared with friends. It was a cold December day, and she slowly got out from under her covers. Today she and her roommates were going to go out shopping. Some last minute Christmas gifts for family.

Not wanting to be late for it, she got out of bed, gathered some clothes, and headed towards her door.

As she stepped out, she could hear some of her roommates down the hall. She couldn’t help but walk down to the door and take a peek inside.

“Lindsey!” came a shout as one of her roommates, Alley, appeared behind Lindsey. Lindsey hadn’t gotten the chance to even open the door yet. “You can’t go in there; we are wrapping gifts, including yours!” Alley knew how Lindsey could get, more curious than most cats even.

“Oh just a little peek Alley, it won’t be any harm, we’re too old to worry about Christmas surprises,” whined Lindsey, her hand now resting on the doorknob.

“If we’re too old for surprises, then you’re too old to go sneaking peeks at your gifts and you should have the patience to wait like any other adult! Be a good girl and don’t’ be naughty!” Alley said, pulling Lindsey away from the door. “You go take a shower so we can go shopping already. Oh, and stay out of my room!” Alley then slipped inside and shut the door. She heard the other girls giggle. In a huff, Lindsey headed to the bathroom, knowing that all three friends wouldn’t let her in for anything at that point.

Lindsey locked herself into the bathroom. For a girl who loved to peek, she sure was private. She set her clothing down on the sink counter, and began to take off her clothes. She’d get her shower done, and then head out shopping with her friends.

With her nightgown and underwear off, Lindsey was now naked. She hung up a towel for her to grab after the shower, and headed towards the tub. Yet as she turned the water on, she could swear she heard something. She quickly hurried to the door and put her ear to it.

Over the sounds of running water, Lindsey could barely hear anything, but she made out a bit of it. She could hear the girls walking down the hall, talking about going out to get some quick breakfast while she was in the shower.

Fighting back her shyness, Lindsey slowly cracked the door open. Even with her body bare, she risked opening the door to get a better idea of what the girls were up to; Lindsey couldn’t help herself.

The girls were indeed heading out, she could hear all three leaving. They were joking about having to rush so Lindsey wouldn’t go snooping. They were sure though Lindsey would take her time in the shower, and that they had enough time. Suddenly the door was opened and slammed shut, they were gone.

Lindsey’s eyes grew wide. A smile crept up on her face. They thought she wouldn’t hear them leave with the shower on, but they were wrong! With them gone, it’d be easy to sneak in the room and find her presents!

Lindsey grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body. She didn’t want to run around naked after all, in case they came back a little early. No time to get dressed though, so Lindsey was diyarbakır escort quickly out in the hall.

She made it to Alley’s door, opening it up and looking inside. Her heart sank though when she only saw boxes and presents lying about, none of the gifts sitting out.

Yet her curiosity wasn’t fed. Lindsey had to know more. She could at least look at the boxes after having snuck in. She quickly bounced over to the bed, and picked up a box. It wasn’t labeled as hers. She started to look at a few more nearby.

Lindsey began to notice that things were only boxed though. A few didn’t even have ribbons securing them shut yet. She was able to open one of the gifts lying there that were addressed to Alley, and find the cute vest that Tina got Alley. Lindsey could maybe still get lucky yet!

A few present lay at the head of the bed, up near the pillows. Lindsey was sure they had to be hers! She quickly climbed on the bed, and crawled over to them. She was careful to make sure her towel stayed on her. Even alone she didn’t want to be exposed.

She was in luck. A present at the corner of the bed was indeed for her! She saw that ribbons had yet to tie it shut. With a look around to make sure she was still alone, Lindsey lifted the top off and peeked inside.

Inside she could see what looked to be a very cute and pretty glove. She reached in and could feel that it was very soft. She loved it! She couldn’t wait till Christmas to be able to try it!

She just had to see how colorful it was, but as she pulled at it, she could tell it wasn’t letting up, probably the tag or something caught on something. Lindsey was smart, and knew not to disturb things too much, or else it would be obvious she was snooping!

Yet she couldn’t help herself, she had to at least feel what the glove felt like on her hand. So slowly Lindsey reached her hand inside, and found the opening for the glove.

It was a bit of a tight squeeze at first, something around the opening was sort of tough. Yet soon her fingers slipped inside, and eventually her whole hand. She giggled to herself think, “Fits like a glove.”

She had to see it though. She couldn’t resist any longer. Just one peek, and then back to the shower before they came home and found her!

Yet as she tried to pull her hand out of the glove, she felt a lot of resistance. Something wasn’t right. She could feel something hard around her wrist too… this glove wasn’t pure cotton. As she tugged her hand out of the box a bit, the box itself actually lowered away from her hand.

That’s when Lindsey noticed the cord coming out of the box. Some form of strong cable that was poking out of the bottom. It was attached to the end of the glove too. Lindsey realized that the glove was attached to the corner of the bed, almost like it was to make sure the present couldn’t be taken?

Lindsey wasn’t sure if that was to stop her from taking the presents early. She liked to peek, but she wasn’t a thief! Yet then she realized another problem. She couldn’t free her hand from the glove! She was starting to realize why there was a tough band around her hand, the gloves were modified! It was like there was a handcuff around her wrist!

She’d fiddled around with it too much; it was all some sort of trap! Her friends rigged the present edirne escort to trap her! Now they’d really catch her red handed in the act of sneaking peeks at the presents!

She pulled and pulled, but nothing budged. The glove was now locked onto her hand! As she struggled though, she could feel her towel begin to slouch on her body! She used her free hand to try and hold it up. She was now realizing she wasn’t just going to be caught feeding her curiosity, but also caught in just a towel!

Without a moment to fully comprehend how much trouble she was in, Alley, Tina, and Samantha were back! The three just walked in the room, not seeming the least bit surprised!

Lindsey realized now that it really was a full blown trap. They knew that she would have eavesdropped as they left! They knew that she’d sneak into the room and dig in her presents! They even knew somehow that Lindsey wouldn’t be able to help but slip her hand into the glove!

The three started to giggle as they circled the bed. Lindsey tried to apologize, to get herself out of the situation, but they weren’t having it.

“Nope, you did something naughty during the holidays. You’ll be lucky if your presents aren’t replaced with coal!” Alley said, her hand finding the hem of the towel, starting to lift it up!

“Stop it guys! I’m naked under here!” Lindsey pleaded.

“We know, but, just like you, maybe we just want a peek?” Tina teased. Alley continued to lift the back of the towel up, Lindsey’s upright, bare bottom coming into view! Lindsey’s face turned red as her friends exposed her!

Lindsey’s free hand was being pushed away, stopped every time Lindsey tried to fix the towel. The three giggled and teased Lindsey, commenting on her cute bottom. They even gave it a few playful swats for her bad behavior!

Lindsey couldn’t even argue against it. She knew what she had been doing was wrong, and was just hoping she’d be set free and allowed to dress soon!

Lindsey though was shocked to find that Samantha started to untuck the towel from under Lindsey’s arms! “Stop it guys! That’s enough peeking!” Lindsey said as she tried to get away. In her struggle to save her towel, she decided to lie on her back instead of being on her hands and knees. It also meant hiding her butt finally. She flipped over, being careful to not twist her bound wrist.

Lindsey’s roommates though kept pulling at the towel. She could feel it loosen behind her, even removed from behind her entirely. Lindsey did her best with one arm, but could only manage to keep the towel covering her front side. She knew any second they could uncover her breasts, so Lindsey instead held her arm in front of her boobs, so as the towel was pulled down, she at least stayed someone what covered!

Lindsey’s face was now glowing. The girls were indeed getting quite the peek! Any curiosity about her body was quickly becoming answered for them all! Lindsey just avoided eye contact and hoped it would be done soon.

“Want to have a peek at another future present?” Alley asked. Lindsey didn’t even answer, not wanting to acknowledge the teasing, but she couldn’t help but eye up the present that Alley was holding.

“Here, we’ll even make sure it fits right. We’re pretty sure it’s matching, but have to make sure after all. We know you hate edirne escort bayan not knowing stuff and can’t wait!” Alley said as the other two girls were suddenly pulling at Lindsey’s free arm!

Alley opened the box, and inside was another glove! It was just like the other, but the box was on the other top corner of the bed. Lindsey wasn’t able to stop her two friends as they pulled her arm away, and took her hand and helped Alley slip the glove on!

Lindsey could feel something secure around her wrist, just like her other hand. Now her hands were away from her body, her breasts now completely exposed! Her friends able to peek at her completely topless state! Every curve, nipple, and even goosebumps available for their peeking!

Lindsey was again victim to some teasing. Her sneaking and spying surely got her in trouble this time! She was nearly naked now, her towel only just barely sitting over her lap, hiding her last bit of decency. She was unable to use her hands at all thanks to the handcuff-gloves.

That’s when the girls decided it was time to find out what the last bit the towel was hiding! Even with every ounce of strength Lindsey had, she could not manage to clamp her legs around the towel tough enough to even stop one of the girls from stealing the towel away completely, much less all three!

With her towel gone now, her neatly groomed girl fur was now exposed. Her bare legs and thighs were naked. With only her legs now snapped shut to hide her lips, Lindsey was naked and tied to the bed for her curious friends’ eyes to devour!

Lindsey’s punishment wasn’t done though. Tina and Samantha now held up boxes at the bottom corners of the bed. Lindsey watched as they opened the boxes, even though she was afraid, she still couldn’t help herself from looking. From each box, a boot emerged, also seemingly tied to a strong string. Lindsey knew what was about to happen.

So with Alley’s help, the two girls manage to spread Lindsey’s legs, and fasten her feet into the boots. Now her entire naked pussy could be seen! Her usually most hidden area, exposed for them to see. Her embarrassment was now at the absolute max.

Lindsey’s body laid naked, spread, and fully exposed. “Want one final peek at your Christmas presents Lindsey?” Alley asked.

Lindsey didn’t respond. Her face was burning up; she couldn’t believe what it was like to be subject to this much staring. She didn’t say no though, so Alley presented on last box. This time there were no strings attached to it.

“To complete your winter look…” Alley said, opening the top of the box. She took out a scarf, “A winter scarf for you…” Lindsey climbed on the bed, kneeling over Lindsey’s naked body, “And with it, we can make sure you peek no more.” She said, wrapping the soft fabric around Lindsey’s head, using it like a blindfold, Lindsey no longer able to see anything.

Lindsey was naked, completely exposed, and totally vulnerable and unable to do anything about it. She couldn’t even see what was happening anymore. She wanted to so bad, her curiosity swelling, but she was unable to. Were the girls looking? Who was giggling now? Would they leave her there? What would they do? It was driving her nuts! She wasn’t sure what was worse, the embarrassment or the unknown!

“Now Lindsey, your punishment for being naughty during Christmas time isn’t over yet. You’re always peeking, so I think it’s our turn to peek and feed our own curiosity…” Alley teased.

The girls wouldn’t end up going shopping till the next day, far too busy with the naked and tied Lindsey.

The End

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“After having so much fun at Grampa Micky’s why do I need to go to Mommy’s?”

“KNOCK IT OFF!” Lonnie snaps, “I’ll deal with her man Mark.”

“Noooooooo! You said you would let me deal with him.”

“You don’t have what it takes to resist him. I do. Skinhead or not, that guy will NOT ruin my daughter.”

“DADDY!” She yells with tears developing in her eyes. With casual glances across the car at her he winces. Hiding her eyes by looking out her passenger window she sobs relentlessly. There was more to this than Lonnie envisioned.

“Hey! What’s this really about?”

Afraid to look at him she admits her worst fear, “He said he would destroy Mommy. Make her start drinking again.”

“That mother fucker. Is he trying to have sex with you by blackmailing you into believing he would do that?”

“You know he is. He wants to tie me up like he does Mommy. Punish me for telling him no.”

“That bondage stuff bothers you that bad? I guess I should never have bought all that stuff last month. I didn’t realize it would hurt you. I mean you did write in your diary about that kind of thing. Donnie had you in some pretty tight situations.”

“That’s different. I would love for you to do that stuff to me. I’d even let Joshy. Just not creepy Mark.”

“He isn’t going to do that to you I promise. If I have to get Joshy and your other boy toys to back me up I will.”

“What about Mark’s friends? They’re like bikers. You…they could get hurt.”

“Don’t you worry about any of us. Let me just sit and talk to Mark alone. I’m sure this won’t move into any violent territory. Most days he’s been pretty cordial toward me. He knows why Paula and I got divorced and he’s been somewhat reasonable toward our past. If he has changed drastically or been lying to me all along, I’ll sort it out and deal with him as needed. You just stay with me or your mom while we’re at their house. Try on your gown, show off your graduation dress, and tell mom about your pictures.” He snaps his fingers to make her look at him, “ONLY the innocent pictures. Not the calendar potential. We can’t let Paula know about those.”

“I’m eighteen now. It’s not like she could suddenly fight for custody of me.”

“No, but you are protecting her from drinking again right?”

“Oh! Right. I’m just upset and not thinking straight. Sorry Daddy.”

“Don’t be. It’s just better that your mom never learns about…us.”

“Mark might prove that to her if he doesn’t get his way. He said he knows someone who has had me. I just cant figure out who that might be. Nobody that I’ve slept with is anywhere near what Mark is like.”

“He’s probably just bluffing.”

“I hope so. I like every guy I’ve been with.”

“Ah, my tender soul.” Lon reaches over to caress her hair, “Just relax. We only need to be there at most an hour. Then we can go get ice cream.”

“Rocky Road?” She brightens up.

“Sure.” Hearing her choice he considers that the road ahead might just be rocky. Turning the radio up he let her sing as he pondered the future. He wasn’t ready to stop playing with his daughter, even though he was beginning a possible new relationship with the waitress Deborah Johnson. He really liked the woman. Even if her own daughter Coochie was becoming clingy without even having met him. Dinner on Wednesday would tell the tale. This might become more of a hassle than it was worth. So why was he thinking about the cute young African American barely legal? Lonnie Turner was fucked up in the head. He truly needed to sort out right from wrong. That would be a topic for another day. He had three more days to iron out his emotions.

Fifteen minutes later Lonnie crossed into the village of Skokie Illinois. Once upon a time this area was marshlands. He just hoped that no quicksand still existed for him to sink any lower than he had to. Even he was slightly worried about dealing with Mark Rapier. Not only was he a skinhead affiliate he was a tried and true biker. Tattoos and all. What his ex-wife ever saw in the man was beyond him. He was beginning to realize just how much he didn’t know about Paula. Who knew she was into that hardcore bondage stuff? Looking at her she was fucking Betty Rubble from the Flintstones, only a redhead. He was certain that Paula would think the same of Lonnie should she ever hear the truth about how he had changed.

Reaching their street Lonnie slowed up long enough to emphasize something, “Whatever you do don’t mention my dating Deborah. Not just because your Mom doesn’t need to know, I don’t want to hear Mark’s racist bullshit because Deb is black. Understood?”

“Yes Daddy. I promise not to say a word.”

“Good girl. Let’s do this.” Pulling up to the curb he shuts off his car and looks over to see Mark with two of his friends tinkering on a Harley in the driveway of his garage. Lon’s bravado sank the second he spotted Mark’s friends. Both of them were burly men with shaved heads with the exception of goatees. Trying to keep strong for his daughter, Lon sighs, “I wonder çorum escort how I’d look bald?”

“Noooo! I like your hair. Don’t you dare shave it off.”

“I’m joking. Stop getting your thong in a twist.”

“I’m not wearing my thong.”

“Of course you’re not.”

Opening their doors, the two stepped out and headed up the sidewalk toward the front door of the older, less than appealing single level home. On their journey Mark took time away from tinkering to smile and wave at them. His friends were a bit less social outside of eying Paige. Both men rubbed their goatees cleaning off a place for her to sit. They were gentlemen at heart. Sure they were. Paige tried to avoid direct contact but even in her distaste for Mark Rapier her appeal for men in general allowed her curiosity to drift. Lonnie didn’t see her smile. She really didn’t want to. Dammit!

Waving back via a military style hand salute Lonnie kept on his journey when Paula opened the inside door to their home. A yelping lap dog had given away their arrival. As the screen door creaks open, out bolts a blond colored Pomeranian, which darted directly toward Paige. Instinct took over to kneel and pet the pooch.

“Hi Captain. How’s my lil’ buddy?” She picked him up and cuddled him in her arms.

“And, there goes the hair infestation.” Lonnie scowled, “Black skirt, blond leftovers. Now you know why I won’t allow you to have a dog.”

“Don’t be mean to my Captain. He keeps a tight ship.” Paige then whispers, “He’s the only good thing about coming here.”

“I hear you. Still not getting a dog. Borrow Paula’s dust buster before you leave.”

“Lint roller.”

“That too.” He smirks before looking up to see Paula stepping outside in her bathrobe. It was easy to tell she had just taken a shower. Her hair was still wet. Not only that but Mark’s two friends were glued to Paula’s short bathrobe with interest. All Lonnie could think about was them tag teaming Paula while Mark watched. Knowing of their penchant for bondage and Mark’s dominance Lon suspected that she had been shared. Who was this woman these days?

“About time you two got here. I was beginning to think you stood me up.” Paula waved them toward her. “Get over here.” She lured her daughter in with a smug wave of calling arms.

“Aye Aye Captain.” Paige giggled to the pooch before resting him down on to the walkway.

“Sounds like the dog’s a drunk too.” Lonnie frowned at his own mental jest. Sadly, Paula caught on to her daughter’s unintentional cruelty too.

“I do not take my dog to meetings. I am however getting another Pom soon so that Captain has a playmate. I intend to call him Chip.” She surprised her daughter with a giggle. Paige merely shrugged and let it go over her head as she accepted her Mother’s hug. Lonnie however puckered at his ex-wife’s tease. It was pretty amusing for an A.A. joke. At least having a dog named Chip would be a constant reminder to leave the sauce alone. In a way Lonnie was proud of her.

“Let me look at you.” Paula releases Paige to look at her Graduation outfit. “It looks better on you now than it did in the store.”

“Better without the hair follicle’s.” Lon chuckled.

“Have the dress dry cleaned before Saturday. I have coupons for 30% off. If you wash it the hair will linger, even after a rolling brush. Let’s go inside.” She seemed apprehensive about being outside in front of Mark and his buddies. In his release Captain ventured into enemy territory seeking attention. Eying the piranha with fur, one of Mark’s buddies seemed tempted to kick the poor pooch. Seeing his thoughts, Paige darted from her parents and dared to face them head on. As both Lon and Paula watch her retrieve Captain by kneeling on the ground to lift him up Mark chuckled aiming for best behavior.

“Hey Kid. Your dress looks nice.”

“Thanks. Don’t try and sweet talk me, I still despise you.” She fidgets as the man who seemed intent on kicking the dog crouched in front of Paige to pet the dog. That and aim for a look up Paige’s skirt. In her own lowered stature she hadn’t been so lady like, her knees parted wide. He definitely saw her fire arrow pointing at a deliciously moist pink pussy. Once she realized her error she closed her gap and stood up with trembling eyes.

“Hey Mark. Maybe you should adopt a cat too.” Berkley Hobbs chuckled. Paige knew he would never have said cat if he hadn’t seen her puss. As haunted as she was, her hormones shot lightning bolts toward her thighs. Having any man acknowledge her gave her a thrill, even gross burley bikers. Before rising she notes the other standing biker attempting to steal a glance. He missed out.

“No cats. Stroke one you’ve stroked them all. Skin them all I say.” Mark mused playfully. “Besides my Pitbull Hawg would eat it for breakfast. I’m shocked Paula’s toupee with a tongue hasn’t gone missing.”

“Meanie.” Paige winced as she felt a presence behind her, Paula moved in with a protective motherly stance of folded arms. She wasn’t certain denizli escort if she was defending her or her lapdog.

“We don’t need any stinky litterbox Finch. I’d be the only one to clean it.” Paula shook her head with a creased brow, as she informed the standing biker Donovan Finch. He merely offered an expression of “Dumb bitch”, only watching his tongue due to Mark instructing his friends to keep things cool.

“Let’s go try on your Graduation gown.” Paula encouraged her daughter by reclaiming her pup to keep him safe. Lord knows what these barbarians might do to it when she wasn’t looking. They might go so far as to hide him in the oven from her. Reaching out behind Paula, Mark proves his uncouth dominance by pinching Paula on the ass, his hand rising up under her short robe. Tempted to swat his hand, she resisted with a glare that immediately lowered. Paige noticed her reaction and shivered. Her Mother used to have such fire. Now, she masked her emotions. This made her very sad.

Lonnie finally joining the party gripped Paige by both shoulders, “Rocky Road remember?”

“Icee cream.” Paige flare her eyes utilizing her childlike voice in an exciting fashion. It made both bikers hard just hearing her. The comment however shifted Paula’s attention to her kid.

“Rocky Road sounds yummy.” Stepping away didn’t sit well with Mark who cleared his throat loudly. Paula froze in step at his guttural proclamation of control.

“While you’re hovering over my tools hand me a socket wrench. Three eighths. Hex head.” Mark prodded.

Bending over in front of Finch and Berk allowed them to see Paula this time. She too was only wearing a cute little thong beneath her robe. Even Lonnie felt strangely aroused by her swift reaction. While holding her dog the woman lingered, deciding which socket head was a three eighths. Once discovered she passed it over and stood up. Her face was blood red knowing that her ex had seen her obey Mark in such a display. Especially in front of his friends.

“Can I visit with my daughter now?” Paula dared to ask. Mark merely smiled and motioned for her to go. Lonnie didn’t know what to do. His defense mechanism wanted to rally, but this part at least wasn’t his business. Protecting his daughter was his sole driving force. Thus far, not much was being said about Paige to warrant a direct confrontation. Still, he did need to talk to Mark alone.

“Hey Mark?” Lon grew some balls, “Before we take off can I talk to you about something? Graduation stuff.” He kept things less suspect as to where his thoughts really were.

“Sure thing. Drop back out when you guys get done. Take a picture in her gown for me in case I don’t make it to her actual ceremony. Not really my kind of…”

“Gotcha.” Lon nodded and nudged his daughter forward. Paula hesitantly followed them after an ever so subtle eye contact with her man Mark. Just daring to share a glance made Mark growl. It was evident that even since the last time Paige had seen her Mother, her actions were more restrained. Kind of sexy, kind of daunting. Eerie even.

Inside the house Lonnie let Paula do her thing. Going to her spare bedroom closet for Paige’s graduation cap and gown. Peering through the doorway Lonnie noted that the small room look lived in. Feminine things were everywhere. Paula used to be quite the housekeeper even when she was drunk. Did they have a roommate? Lon needed to know.

“Someone staying with you guys?”

Paula holds up the gown in front of Paige sizing up the height issue that she worried about. Trying her best to ignore Lonnie only led to him asking again. Now, even Paige was curious after noticing hygiene products on the dresser and claiming the gown from her Mother to avoid her using it as a shield. Finally, with the curtains open they discover a skulking Finch just outside drinking a beer.

“Spill it.” Lonnie moved to close the blinds on the window as if Paige were going to change. Paula immediately reopened them and offered a whisper.

“I…I’m staying in this room. After our conversation over the phone about…Mark, I confronted him. He scolded me by forcing me in here. He told me that he wasn’t going to listen to my bullshit and that I should believe him over…my daughter. This is only temporary, the guest room that is.”

“Are you leaving Mark?” Paige bulged her eyes trying not to smile over the possibility.

“Oh no. We’re just…giving each other…well…room.” She swayed her palms around the atmosphere of the tiny bedroom. Lonnie glanced about exploring while he digested her words. On the bedposts were leather restraints, the foot board as well. That looked entirely too conspicuous. Regardless, seeing them directed Lonnie’s eyes to Paula’s ankles and wrists. Gently reddened rings encircled all four limbs, nothing overly abusive. It was bad enough that tender bruises were evident around Paula’s neckline. He concluded that it was just their chosen sex acts, not anything to be stressed over. That again, was their düzce escort life, not his. As long as it didn’t involve Paige he could really care less. Untrue, but he did try to believe his own thoughts on the matter.

“Is he tying you up at night?”

“No nothing like that.” She tried her best to lie. Lonnie knew her too well having been married to the redhead. “Try on the gown. If it’s too long I still have time to get it hemmed up.”

“Nobody measured her height before they ordered it?” Lon narrowed his eyes at the school’s stupidity.

“They do, but mistakes can be made.” Paula fidgeted. “Go on sweetheart see if it fits properly.”

Eying the reopened blinds Paige shied a bit. “I guess. It’s not like I’m getting undressed.” She then, with the help of her Mother removed the outer plastic. Mom being overly protective of the gown assisted in pulling it over her head and guided its flow over her clothing. Lonnie again mentioned dog hair to which Paula swore she would make certain there would be no stray hairs inside or out by Saturday night. Once the gown draped full length over Paige’s bodacious body the hemline halted perfectly over her ankles. Plenty of room without tripping over it. With the cap placed on her head, both parents stood back and absorbed the beauty, albeit hidden maturity of their baby. Looking fifteen was not in service of said maturity. Still, she was now a fully grown woman and ready to begin her new journey as an adult, released from eighteen years in a scholastic prison.

“Isn’t our daughter just darling?” Paula melted patting Lonnie on the bicep, “Take her picture silly man.” Lon did just that. He would keep it on his cell wallpaper to admire. As he and Paula stared at the picture, the timing could not have been any worse. An incoming call revealed the caller as Deborah. Snatching it from her view Paula looked surprised. Biting her tongue Paula knew that her ex must have had a girlfriend he was hiding. In a sense she was happy for him. Lon merely scowled and declined the call…for now.

“I told Mark I’d show him a pic of Paige in her gown.” Lon frowned at what was coming, “You two stay in here and babble about the future or something.” After a kiss to his daughters cheek followed by, “You’re beautiful Punk.” He took his leave.

Paula swallowed dryly while Paige looked toward her Father’s departure. Once gone from sight Paige attempted to remove her gown and have her Mother hang it back up. Plopping on the mattress Paige Turner made her Mom sit down. It was time to talk. Neither would be truthful about what was really going on behind the scenes.

Sweating bullets but trying his best to contain his fears on the matter at hand Lonnie took a moment to text Deborah with, “Bad timing. Dealing with my ex and her ole’ man. Call you after we leave their house. Miss you Gorgeous.” Giving her a minute to reply with her understanding she replies back with, “Miss you more Big Daddy.” He followed that with one more text, “Radio silence. This could get ugly. I’ll explain later. No reply needed.” He added a kissing Emoji to mask how it sounded. Hopefully she obeyed. Obeyed? Where did that word creep in from? Lon shook it off before heading over to Mark and Berk. Finch was obviously still overseeing the women.

Berk noting Lon’s walking toward them grunts to let Mark know. He had heard the screen door so merely continued removing the Harley’s carburetor.

“How goes the autopsy Doc?” Lon attempted humor. Mark winced up at him and shook his head.

“Nobody’s dead. Yet. It’s always more fun depriving them of body parts, while they still have spark.” Mark Rapier liked his reply. Changing the subject he headed straight for the soul. “Here to talk about your kid’s bitterness toward me?”

“You asked for a pic in her graduation gown.” He lowers the cell to show him. Drawing back a bit to avoid the glare on the cell he puckered his approval.

“Sexy as ever.”

“I’d prefer your compliments over my daughter to be a little less erotic.” Lon grew some balls, “What’s this about you trying to get my kid involved in your bondage crap?”

Mark grins as he chose to snatch up a rag to wipe his hands before standing tall. He hovered over Lonnie by three inches. “Bondage crap? Are you putting down my lifestyle Lon Wolf?”

“Only if it draws in my daughter. She’s barely legal and still impressionable. If she’s uncomfortable in your discussions of it, I’d prefer you just keep it to yourself. What you and Paula do is between yourselves.”

“My decisions NOT Paula’s.” Mark calmly informs Lonnie.

“Whatever. Speaking of Paula…you’re punishing her for defending her own daughter? It’s easy enough to tell that you’ve isolated her to the guest room.”

Behind them Berk chuckled, then chose to swig his beer before letting out any further expressions of amusement. Lon ignored Berk in favor of direct eye contact with the hulking Mark. So far so good.

“Only proving I can live without her if she’s going to believe anyone other than her Master.”

“Master? I don’t see any collar on Paula.”

“I can fix that. Berk? Go grab Hawg’s collar off his neck and bring it to me. Don’t lose an arm while you’re doing it.” Mark sneered coldly. Berk wasn’t certain if Mark meant it so hesitated.

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“Better mood now?”

“Butter mood now.” Eve Adams laughed as she and Christina Holly departed the diner. After an insane moment of both being licked from head to toe in the parking lot for a whole lot longer than they should have legally gotten away with both women were high on life. Five guys took turns lapping up maple syrup from their every pore. It was thrilling just to feel nothing but tongues. Sadly, however neither of them had any form of climax so their hormones were skyrocketing.

“You know you can talk to me about anything right?” Christina made it known as Eve headed South toward the grocery store. Christina normally shopped at a low-quality, low-price outlet like Aldi but not today. Eve had warned her that everything should change in her life going forward, even breaking old habits, older haunts. No more Shave-A-Lot. From here on it was Spread Eagles, Bald Eagles actually, that’s just what Eve called the store. Chris just called it Baldi’s.

“Goes both ways, Christina. Like I said I’m just re-examining my life is all.”

“We both are.”

“Exactly! We’re bad influences on one another.”

“I don’t think of it as bad. I have a blast hanging out with you.”

“Same here. Thing is, I can’t let Rosco know what I’ve been doing. I don’t want to hurt him; he treats me like a Queen.”

“Dixon used to, well, still does, I guess. This change in both of us will be a deciding factor. I know I love him, and don’t want to lose my home, but… did I show you this?” Christina pulls up the photograph he sent her of the engagement ring he held in his possession. Waiting until Eve paused at a stoplight to reveal it Eve dropped her jaw.

“He proposed?”

“If you can call it that. He didn’t really come right out and say it. It’s just a picture with the caption telling me to fight for it. I don’t want to fight Venus for it. She can have it honestly, I’m happy just being his girlfriend.”

“You all need to sit down and iron this contract out.” Eve shook her head resisting a giggle. “Bestie, you are in one hell of a corner. This Venus is probably feeling the same way.”

“Has Rosco ever proposed to you?”

“Not yet! Like you, I hope not. Once he does then it will hit home how much I’ve betrayed him the last two days alone.”

“Would you tell him no?”

“Y’know what? I’m going to head Rosco off at the pass before he ever gets that notion. When he gets back in town, I’m telling him I never want to be married. He either accepts that fact or I move in with you.” She laughs.

“Dixon would love that.” Chris smiled, “Three bitches in his bed. Only a one bedroom if you’ve noticed. Of course, you could sleep on the dining table you seemed right at home on it.”

“With my nails scraping the ceiling while I have my hands in my hair. Naaa! I’ll snuggle up with you when he’s on the road.”

“There’s always the back porch. He’s been trying to get me to unload my tanning bed.”

“See? There’s my bed.”

“Not very comfy, but okay.” Chris smirked, “I’m still coping with the thoughts of sleeping with Venus in our bed. I’m afraid I’ll roll over and crush her.”

“Oops! There goes the competition. Back to just you and Dixie.”

“She seems nice though, so I’ll give her a chance for Dixon.”

“Your decision.” Eve changes the subject, “I know those guys licked us thoroughly but dammit I still feel sticky from that syrup. My thighs are sticking together.”

“Makes for a good chastity belt.”

“Oh, that’s loooooooong gone. Sawed that bitch off when I was sixteen.” Eve cracked up, “There’s Bald Eagle’s. Quiet day it looks like, not many cars. I guess the Link cards must be running low.” Pulling into the store’s lot she actually gets a parking spot not far from the front door, only two cars next to her before the handicap zone. “I think this is the closest I’ve ever gotten. Normally I’m stuck in the boonies out there.”

“Yay! I’m only taking my debit card in. I don’t want an entire purse to bog me down.”

“You do have pockets in that flannel. The only two buttons still doing their job I might add.”

“I’ll button up once I get out. Just enough to cover my tummy though.” Chris snickers. “Seeing how slow it is right now you should do something bold like me?”

“How much bolder can I get?” Eve chuckles, “My shorts could probably fit Venus they’re so tight. My shirt gets waaaay too loose if I untie it, it will just sag. I want to look sexy not sloppy.”

“Fine! Let’s do this.” Christina takes the lead climbing out first and shutting her car door. Then buttoning her blue and black flannel shirt to mask her full-frontal exposure at minimal over her cunt and upper belly. Wanting her cleavage to swell she stopped at three buttons total in keeping her concealed. Tugging her hem down over her ass cheeks she hid her bouncy bottom pretty well as long as she didn’t bend over. Should she do that, it would mean twerk city until she pulled it back over her, the material clingy wherever it landed. Syrup residue was not her friend.

Joining her friend bitlis escort Eve as she got out and locked up her Charger, Chris paused to look Eve over. Eve scowled at Christina’s scrutiny. “Ugh! I’ll unbutton my shorts.”

“I can do it.” Chris eased in playfully and unbuttoned the redhead’s booty shorts as Eve moved her hands to her sides to make it look obvious to anyone spying. Feeling a warm kiss on her lower abdomen Eve shivered.

“Quit that! I’m horny as hell as it is after our sap dance.” Wagging her tongue along the very top of Eve’s red fox fur pubes Eve had to step back and fan herself. “Evil I say.” Christina in bending over displayed her large back property line as well. At the moment she didn’t have a care in the world. With Eve slipping away Chris stood up straight with her feet spread wide, shirt riding high on her cheeks.

Hearing carts rolling the girls both shot glances toward a young man in his early 20’s gathering outdoor carts left by patrons in the cart park. He was looking right at them chuckling and blushing. A thumbs up salute toward them Chris hopped up and turned at the same time. As her feet landed, she whipped up the front of her shirt and let him see her cunt. “Park that thumb here.” She blurted.

“Easy now Bombshell.” Eve reached around her and assisted in dragging the blonde’s shirt down over her thighs. “Let’s not get banned before we do your shopping.”

The boy pushing a string of seven carts walked backwards using his weight to slowly guide his train. With his back to the store, he grew perverted and whipped his dick out showing them the results of their actions. Eve busted up at the boy’s five-inch excuse for manhood. “Pretty big shoes to fill here Buddy.”

“I’m big!” Christina bubbled up, “No shoes, just flip flops.”

“See you inside.” The boy put his pecker away and turned to push his rattle drive home with a bellowing, “YEEHAW!” They were in Texas. However, he did just prove the state wrong. Not everything was big in Texas.

“Guys just can’t help themselves around hot chicks.” Eve giggled.

“As hot as these?” Chris reacts swiftly bending to pinch the redhead’s pubes before Eve could protect herself. After doing it and hearing Eve scream Christina took off running, her massive breasts darting from side to side in her panic style sprint. There was no holding them at bay either, her hands were free at her sides while laughing so hard.

“You witch!” Eve rubbed her pubes as if to say it’s alright my babies then took off after Christina. “You can’t keep your ass cheeks covered when you run.”

“I DON’T CARE!” Good enough for Eve. At the automatic doors Chris slowed up and pulled her shirt down to walk in properly without any fuss from those within sensing trouble. At the cart stable Christina met back up with the wrangler and nudged up against his shoulder. “Is he still hard?” A sudden caress of her hand over his crotch confirmed it. “We’re going to be mischievous. Want to join in?”

“Right behind Ya!” He actually stepped behind her and cautiously put his hands on her hips and dry humped her laughing over it. She pressed back against him giggling along with his bold move. “Just a heads up?” He whispered into her ear, “The cameras in this place are for show. They don’t even work.”

“Yay!”

“I’m Jason.”

“I’m horny.”

“Nice tan lines.” He noticed her forehead and the SLUT tantoo.

“Like this one?” She coyly hikes her shirt over her ass sharing the FUCK ME tan lines.

“In a heartbeat!” He grinned and rubbed her bare bottom.

“I’ll do it with you in the store if we can find a hiding spot.” She was on a mission. Eve joining them found Jason shifting gears to eye her flaming pubes peeking out of her unzipped shorts.

“Sexy as fuck.” Jason admitted.

“Don’t you dare pinch them.” Eve pivots and shares the cheeks of her ass hanging out of her tight threaded denims and leans forward, “You can pinch these though.” He did indeed, both cheeks at one time. He then slyly dry humped her just as he had Christina. “Down boy!”

“I’d love to go down on you.” He chuckled as Chris pulled her selected cart out and took the lead. “Cooler aisle in fifteen minutes. We need to wait until the manager Chuck goes into the warehouse to supervise deliveries.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Chris winked and shook her ass, not bothering to cover her lower cheeks afterward. Tagging along behind her Eve covered her up for safety, as they ran into employees stocking shelves. The customers scarce at first, Chris kept things restrained and actually shopped for what the list in her shirt pocket had on it. Unfolded and mentally checking off her items as found she lost track of Eve for a bit.

Retracing her steps she spotted Eve in the fresh produce area, a handsome young man putting out lettuce checking her out. Eve herself was being predictably evil and searching amongst a bin of cucumbers for what else but the biggest one in the batch. Christina smirked at reading her new best friend’s mind and pushed her bolu escort cart toward a rendezvous. She managed to park behind Eve without being noticed. The stud fiddling with lettuce nodded at seeing Chris join the smoking hot redhead, a nod met with a wagging tongue. The man just grinned and tried being cute in juggling lettuce and making a mess.

“Is he still watching?” Eve sensed Chris and tried not to look from her veggie wedgie.

“Yes.”

“Good!” A turn on her tennis shoes Eve stepped behind Chris and brought along a forearm sized cucumber with the girth circumference of a beer bottle. Reaching around the blond Eve placed the cucumber between Christina’s tits, “Here hold this.”

Chris simply crushed her breasts together using her biceps and let the lettuce lifter see Eve titty fuck Chris with the pickle penis. Chris giggled and made an expression that she was moaning. The lettuce guy dropped his jaw as well as one of his wrapped lettuces. Rolling away toward the girls it was clear he was going to need to go after it. Sitting his other icebergs aside he took the walk until less than three feet from Christina. Reaching down to pick up the lettuce he found Chris tugging her shirts hem upward and flashing him her stunning twat.

“Nice!” He winked as he stood tall facing them. “Now I’m glad I took this shift, the other veggie girl called in.”

“So are we.” Eve winked back, “You’re a cutie.”

“Clumsy but I’ll take that compliment. You saw me checking you out, didn’t you?”

“As if I wasn’t teasing you for five minutes.” Eve reclaimed the cucumber and stroked it in front of him. Seeing her unfastened shorts, the guy blushed. “This makes it seven minutes now. Hit on me or I’m going to think you’re too shy.” Eve was losing her modesty every second she stood there. Rosco who?

“Hit on you? Here?” He reluctantly looked around. Eve reacting to his worry stepped over and plucked his head of lettuce from his grasp and turned her back to him. “Lettuce move on then.” That was all it took, the man raced up to her and put his hands on her hips before nuzzling her creamy neckline. “You talked me into it.”

“Good! Lettuce put this in the cart.” She tossed it like a basketball shot then palmed the man’s right profile. “Is this all you’re going to do?” Chris stood back observing Eve flirt, pointers were always helpful. The man moved his hands from her hips to Eve’s abdomen and quickly slid fingers down into her bikini arena. A single fingertip rolling across her clit made her stiffen up and sigh, “That’s better Niceberg! Let my pussy heat melt your rough exterior.”

“Fuck you’re wet.” He panted. “Is it me melting or you?”

“Could be both of us.” She giggled. As he rubbed her pussy another employee rounded the end cap at the far end of the aisle, this time a middle-aged woman wearing a ballcap. Locating her surprise visit the man quickly behaved himself.

“Sorry! That’s my aunt.” Regardless he sniffed his fingers then licked the tips of her delicious flavor. “Damn you taste good.”

“Cooler aisle in ten minutes. Be there or I’ll never shop here again.” Eve razzed him.

“Why there?”

“Ask Jason.” Chris chimed in feigning as if licking the cucumber but not actually touching her tongue to it. The man chuckled at what he might be getting into but found his aunt looking their way.

“I’ll be there in nine. Let me finish stocking the lettuce and cabbage. That, and evading Aunt Ruth. Oh, hey, I’m Trent.”

“Saw the nametag, Fingertrent.” Eve played her words referring to his fingerprint. “Lick ya there.” She strutted away using the cart to disguise her opened denim shorts while she and Chris rolled by Ruth. The older woman said nothing as they passed, she was too busy opening cases of apples. Eve Adams found it in her namesake to grab one from Ruth’s supply. Biting into it after disappearing into the next aisle Eve spat out her bite and put the apple on a shelf. “Bleeech! There goes Eden.” Christina nearly peed, not a good thing to do when wearing no undies. Clean up in aisle 5 would be frightening.

Cart filling up over the course of five more rows, items that sounded good that weren’t on her list Chris was glad her debit card had lots of money on it. Customers were noticing their attire but, in most cases, they were covered up enough not to invite complaints. Baby in one cart made the ladies totally behave until out of range. Sad because the child’s father looked just like actor Tom Selleck during his Magnum PI days. Damned shame Tom Select was playing daddy daycare!

With time reaching that critical meeting point the girls noticed an older man with a clipboard all dressed up in a white shirt and tie, obviously the manager. Disappearing into the warehouse portion of the store the girls strolled down the cooler aisle. “I don’t see Jason.” Chris pouted at possibly being stood up. As they proceeded, they heard a glass door open and close twice, but nobody was around. A third opening they spotted a broomstick poking it from within the cooler. burdur escort “There he is. I think his woody got bigger.” Chris was trying hard to keep up with the banter.

Going to the door they found both Jason and Trent on the inside. Jason laughed as they strained behind the ice cream to get their attention. Eve holding the door peered in, “There’s Ben & Jerry.”

“Look to your left there’s a grey swinging door. Park your cart out of the way and go through the door without being seen.” Jason encouraged them. Chris in the lead with the cart scurried to the grey door, Eve right behind her. Making certain they weren’t seen entering, the girls met Trent at a thicker freezer door. Feeling the chill over their flesh the girls gnashed their teeth. Chris instantly unbuttoned and disrobed, marching up to push Trent back. Chuckling at her bold aggressiveness Trent found himself nudged until he was up against some plastic crates of milk. Eve shivering hard rubbed her forearms briskly then tapped on Christina’s shoulder.

“Uhhh? Your stud’s over there.” A point toward Jason with his pants down jerking off Chris smirked and abandoned Trent. Free of the Blond’s tits crushed against his chest Trent grinned at Eve.

“Keep me warm with that fire between your legs.” Trent jested and briskly rubbed his palms together.

“Friction baby.” Eve turned and slithered her denim shorts down over the most perfect ass Trent had ever seen. Immediately he knelt behind her and pried her cheeks wide, feasting on both her juicy cunt and her cute, puckered asshole. Moans circulating via steamy breath, at least her inner thighs were heated.

Chris dropped to her own knees and sucked on Jason’s cock, as he held up his shirt high enough to witness her throat thrusts. The boy sighed and exhaled a gust of warm release, “Hell, yes! At least my dick won’t get frostbite.” She used her teeth playfully from that point on. Dude loved it!

While the quartet fed on one another customers continually opened and closed the exterior glass doors in selecting frozen desserts and milk products. A number of them heard moans but couldn’t really see where it was coming from and simply thought it was the cooler humming.

While getting Jason nice and hard the Tom Selleck lookalike opened the glass door and grabbed a gallon of milk. Being nearby, Eve the redhead laughed as her hands held the milk trays. “Magnum up!” She blurted. Trent thought she meant him and stood up to dig into his wallet for a condom. Too funny! The mustached man outside merely winced at the sudden outburst and closed the door moving on. “Damn he could have parked his Lamborghini in my garage any day. Come back Throbbin’ Masters!” Eve rambled in thought then leered over her shoulder at Trent still searching his wallet. “HEY! Get busy back there. The store is called Baldi’s!” So much for a condom, Trent sat his wallet aside and fucked Eve from behind.

Joining them side by side Jason tapped Christina and fist bumped Trent in the process. The girls were getting loud, cumming hard at nearly the same time. With the doors remaining closed the noise level was blocked so the guys hit the ladies hard.

Eve with her laced up shirt still on found Trent running his hands up under her tethered divide, squeezing her tits hard as he closed in on a vicious nut. Hearing his guttural plan Eve pushed back into him in a seesaw effect that made Trent crazy. So crazy that one hand abandoned her breast and relocated up to pull her long red hair. “That’s it, Shy Boy! Hit that pussy.” She praised his efforts.

Not to be outdone Jason also snatched up Christina’s blond mane tugging her head back as his hips pounded her thighs relentlessly. While not a huge dick he was certainly getting the job done, she was squirting all over his cock. Slapping her ass like a rodeo star on a Brahma bull, once again Jason belted out, “YEEHAW!” then seconds later flooded her cunt with jizz.

Exhausted and growing icicles the guys pulled out and let the girls suck them dry before all got dressed and called the ice palace. Sweltering kisses just before opening the freezer door warmed them up for the short-term. Trent leading them out offered a coast was clear allowing the girls to reclaim their shopping cart. A thanks amongst frozen lovers Trent spotted his Aunt Ruth again and went theatrical.

“Ranch dressing is in aisle 4 with the condoms… condiments.” Ruth thought nothing of it.

“That’s what I still have on my list.” Chris giggled, “I need latex condiments.” It was indeed on her list as per Dixon Moretti’s orders. A swift departure the ladies abandoned their young men and finished their shopping. In the medicinal aisle Chris just cleaned out an entire row of ribbed Trojan’s, extra-large just in case. Eve invested in lube. Fruity flavors over mint.

“Imagine what the cashier is going to think when we drop all of these on the belt.” Chris lifted her shoulders giddily.

“We’ll just promote safe sex.”

Shoulder to shoulder they giggled all the way up to the checkout lanes. With only two lanes open they hurried in filling the rotating belt as their cashier an elderly African American woman named Gloria scanned everything in order of arrival. In reaching the prophylactic’s she paused and just bulged her eyes.

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Still the story ‘Tents, Trailers, Tits, Condos, and Cunts.’

Finally we near the end. Now the condo games.

CUM TO THE CONDO

Game 20 Ch 30

We’d driven the motor home towing our Chevy Malibu back up to the State Park. This would most likely been Friday afternoon. We were going to visit Hank, Helen, and some of the boys again.

After arriving at their house later, Helen surprised us by telling us we could stay as long as we wanted in a remodeled condo not far from Lake Michigan, yet not close enough to see it. Hank joked and told us what we’d be doing we wouldn’t have time to look at the lake anyway.

New owners had bought the condominium and about half of the units had been remodeled, sold, and occupied. Helen’s real estate company was selling the other units. The good part was there were two units to be loaned free to potential buyers to stay in for up to two weeks. We became potential buyers!

But the condo wouldn’t be ready until Wednesday. We spent the weekend and the first two nights of the next week camping in our RV and relaxing at the beach. Only Hank and Helen knew we were there. It was nice getting back to normal.

We walked down kahramanmaraş escort to the small dunes, sunbathed nude, got a few photos of Dollie in the ‘blow out’s with horny men posing while holding her titties. Of course few men just ‘HOLD’ titties so Dollie was enjoying her newest photo shoots.

We actually got sunburned for a change and even took a few short walks part way down the narrow trail at the north park boundary. We’d take rides just over the Wisconsin line, letting Dollie flash and go topless to tease tourists and the locals.

Other times we’d go out to eat and take rides, go to the beach, and even play some tit flashing photo shoots. When I saw a finger fucking game about to happen I’d make up a story and we’d leave the area. Tuesday was here in no time.

We got the condo key on Tuesday. We visited Hank and Helen early that evening and may have gone out to eat together. After we got up Wednesday morning, we moved our RV to Hank’s place to park it. This vacation was looking more normal all the time.

We brought our small amount of groceries to the condo and shopped for more plus lots of snacks, beer, kastamonu escort and soda for the boys. Cell phones sure would have made life easier back then. But there were pay phones on many corners and in front of most stores. Lucky for us the condo phone was working shortly after we moved in.

I believe Hank’s and Mikey’s numbers were the only ones we had. After moving in, we explained the good news to Mikey about Helen asking us to stay at a condo. I gave Mikey the address and told him to have the others call us.

Since these kids were normal horny young boys they soon all called. Plans were made for meeting with one, two, and a few times three of them. We didn’t want them all there at once. While the strip club gave us some security, being alone with more than two strangers of any age worried us. Right from the start, we’d decided our RV’s were off limits for any encounters.

We found that most of the boys had girlfriends now but only one was getting any fucking or fingering. They each told Dollie over the phone they still needed her pussy and tits. That only made her hotter.

I’m thinking on Wednesday two of the kayseri escort boys, Al and Joe, were coming over to the condo at maybe 5Pm or so. So we took advantage of the time and went to the strip club just to watch the dancers and visit with the few we’d gotten to meet… and almost meat!

Most of the next week and a half were spent either playing games or waiting for someone to show up for games. We lined up more orgies and meetings with Hank and Helen. So far, everyone obeyed our no-fucking rule.

May as well set the scene. Since we were inside a private residence and never left sometimes for days, I was either naked or wearing only short shorts. I’d put on my shorts when the boys arrived.

Sadly Dollie now wore her narrow girdle type/ garter belt thing, nothing more, to cover a nasty tummy scar. But these were lacy sexy things of various colors. Sometimes she’d add fishnet stockings. This left her exposed, sexy looking, and ready.

Strippers and pin-up girls were never fully nude, at least to start. The boys never asked questions anymore. Her young boy friends rarely removed their clothes, unless Dollie begged them. She rarely did that for her own piece of mind. After all a covered cock is a safe cock!

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Condo Game

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Wednesday and Thursday were sort of uneventful finger fucking days with one or two of the boys, some maybe in the morning, then another in the evening. Not boring when it happened, but nothing special to write about.

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We are a mid-fifties couple that enjoys engaging in some scenarios that allow us to express our voyeuristic and exhibitionistic sides. One of these particular scenarios takes place on the roadway. My wife and I enjoy it when she exposes herself to some unsuspecting truckers along their travels on the Long Island Expressway in New York. The playtime usually starts out by her wearing very sheer see-thru clothes, most likely a short robe and taking the passenger seat of our car. Our first stop is a full service gas station to fuel up.

When we pull up to the station she has already reclined the seat a little and the robe is barely covering her breasts. It would be very obvious to the attendant that she is basically nude underneath, he gets a good look at her long sexy legs and I know that he dying to peer what is under the robe. While he is gassing us up, she begins to open her robe slightly just enough to show the outline of her nipples. Her other hand slides underneath the fabric and she begins to cup her breast. I could see the attendant through the side view mirror, and I am watching him strain look at her and catch a glimpse of her breasts. I tell her that he is watching and she then lets one breast fully escape from the robe and she begins to pinch her nipple. I hear him replace the gas cap and close up the tank, she covers up a little, her nipple hatay escort is still exposed and still very visible to anyone looking inside the car.

The attendant comes to get paid he tries in vain not to stare and I ask him to clean all the windows on the car. He replies with a resounding “yes sir” and big grin. She then begins to rub her pussy under the robe; all the while she is opening the robe and her legs ever so slightly with every stroke. By the time he reaches the windshield he has got a direct unhindered view of her neatly trimmed pussy while she continues to rub and stroke her clit. As he approaches my window to get paid I had her turn her pussy towards the driver’s side window and spread her lips with her fingers so he could get a really good view. I asked him what he thought of her, and he smiled but could not answer. We pay the poor man and leave I notice him call over the other attendant to tell him what had just transpired We now continue our show to the expressway.

Upon entering the expressway we usually spot a few trucks up ahead of us and she fully reclines the seat. I have her remove her robe completely and she is lying on the seat fully naked and aroused. I look for a truck with a sleeper cab and out of state plates that is traveling in the center lane. I pull along side the truck while I am ığdır escort in the left lane so the driver has an unobstructed view of my beautiful naked wife seated in the car next to him. She begins to rub her pussy and tits, running her fingers along her slit and pinching her nipples. The driver usually hits the horn and keeps perfect pace with us. She puts her feet on the dashboard and lifts her hips and naked pussy upward so he gets a great look at her pussy. While he has a perfect view of her pussy she takes her hands and spreads her lips exposing herself even more.

She then takes out a couple of her favorite toys and inserts one into her ass, one in her pussy and the other in her mouth. I take hold of the dildo in her pussy and begin feverishly fucking her for this trucker. She continues to fuck her ass and suck on the other dildos. Her hips are meeting my every thrust and she sucks the dildo down her throat to the latex balls. Within a few minutes of this blissful fucking she usually explodes on the dildo in her pussy and her ass.

She continues to suck on the other dildo and rub her wet pussy. Then she raises her seat, puts her head in my lap and begins to give me head while I continue driving. She takes my hard cock into her very wet and hot mouth and licks my staff and balls. While she is blowing me she positions ısparta escort her hips and ass up close to the side passenger window so they are plainly visible to the trucker or anyone next to us for that matter. After a couple of exits I explode in her mouth and she swallows most of my cum. She then sits up and places a nipple near my mouth for me to lick, suck and bite. She sits back in her seat, reclines and continues to allow the driver to see her body.

I noticed that the next exit is just ahead and the trucker flashes his signal intending to exit the Expressway so I decided to follow the trucker off the Expressway. This next part would be a first for us but there was just so much electricity in the air we decided to give it a try. I can see that he noticed that we followed him off of the expressway and he stops at the next streetlight. Once there we pull our car along the driver’s side of his rig, so he may watch my wife as she continues to lightly and gently play with her pussy and tits. I can easily see the driver from the sunroof and I can see that his eyes are fixed on my beautiful naked wife. After a few moments I lowered her window and had her elevate her hips so he can get a really good look at her body. I inquired if he was enjoying the show? He responded with a very firm “Yes, Sir… I sure did.” After the light cycled for the second time we figured it was time to leave. He politely thanked us again and made a right turn, while we went straight ahead. He continued sounding his horn for a few minutes in honor of my beautiful wife and her exciting demonstration that expressed her appreciation of America’s truckers.

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I slowly undress in front of the mirror, imagining you are watching me, knowing you have hidden cameras filming me. Standing naked, I take the electric razor and begin to shave. First, my head until it is smooth and bare. Next, I prop my left foot on the counter, exposing myself to the mirror, and shave my leg. I switch legs and shave the right one. Then I place my hand mirror, magnifying side up, on a chair and straddle it so I can see my pubis. I shave carefully, pulling my labia taut so as not to catch any skin in the razor. I can see myself growing wet with my efforts. I set down the razor and run my hands over my entire body, watching myself in the mirror, imagining your hands on me, making sure no spot is left unshaved. I remove a pouch containing the toys you have bought for me from one of the vanity drawers and place it on the counter. Opening the pouch, I remove a bottle of lubricant and put a small amount on the fingers of my left hand. I rub a little around my anus, slipping in first one, then another finger, lubricating the opening and stretching it slightly. I kahramanmaraş escort remove my fingers and take my anal plug from the pouch. I lubricate it well, then slide it in place, feeling my muscles clamp down around it, enjoying the sensation of fullness it gives me, imagining it is your cock. Wiping my hands off on a towel, I then take the towel and brush it across my nipples, enjoying the roughness of the material. I put the towel down and run my fingers around my nipples, teasing them, and then tugging them slightly. When they are aroused and erect, I pull the nipple clamps with the heavy silver chain out of the pouch and attach them to my nipples, top to bottom instead of side to side, tugging on the chain to make sure they are tight. When I drop the chain, it twists and pulls my nipples at the same time. I look in the mirror again and take a hard dildo from the pouch. I am ready.

I step into the shower, setting the dildo on a shelf inset into the shower wall, and turn the water on as cool as I can stand it, letting it kastamonu escort trickle over my breasts, feeling it stimulate my sensitive nipples. I wash my head first and rinse my body. Then I bend my knees slightly and place my ass against the wall of the shower, pushing so the end of the anal plug suctions to the wall. I detach the showerhead and set it to power jet, holding it with my right hand. I lean forward and brace my left hand against the opposite wall. The heavy chain connecting the clamps swings, pulling and twisting my nipples. I move the pulsing water across my nipples and slowly down to my center. I aim the jet of water directly at my clitoris and begin to rock my self, moving on and off the anal plug so it fucks my ass. My rhythm is slow at first, almost tortuous. Then I begin to pick up my pace, feeling the anal plug moving in and out of my ass, my nipples straining against the clamps, my clit swelling and growing harder. It does not take long before I feel myself reaching orgasm, but I do not want to cum yet.

I move kayseri escort the water jet back up to my breasts and turn the water as hot as I can take. My breath hisses as it hits my sensitive nipples. I move the water jet over my body, feeling the sensation the change in temperature causes. Slowly, I take it back to my clitoris. Taking the dildo off the shelf on the shower wall, I slide it in my aching pussy, feeling the increased pressure of having something in both my pussy and my ass. I begin working my hips against the anal plug again, coordinating my movements with the dildo and the water. Moving faster, harder, pushing myself toward the climax. I begin to shudder as I reach the peak, my body convulsing, my muscles tensing around the anal plug and the dildo, my breasts straining at the clamps. I cry out as I cum. I push my hips hard against the anal plug and shove the dildo in my pussy as far as it will go, prolonging the orgasm as long as I can. My arms drop weakly, letting the dildo and the showerhead fall. I slide off the anal plug. My knees give way and I slowly collapse to the shower floor, gasping in ecstasy…………

You rise and turn off the monitor. Locking the office door behind you, you slowly walk up the stairs. You come into our bedroom and enter out bath. You open the shower door, turning off the water, and, wrapping me in a warm towel, carry me to our bed…

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My name is Susie. I am 18 and have just graduated from high school. My boyfriend, Corey, is 20 and a student at Caltech.

When I met Corey’s friends, none of them had girlfriends and all acted like they wanted to meet girls but were really shy with them. I devised a plan to get them less shy around girls. The first part of my plan was to show myself naked to them so they were familiar with a girl’s body and perhaps would not be so intimidated.

Corey’s parents were divorced and his father lived in a mansion with a pool and guest house. At Corey’s request he had offered the guest house to us as a ‘trysting place’ unless he needed it for business guests (which was almost never). Despite his reluctance, Corey arranged with his father for us to use the guest house and pool for a party in order to carry out my plan.

Exposure

I introduced the idea to the “fly guys”, a group of Corey’s friends who built and flew RC airplanes. While working on their large B-17 model I said, “I had a thought. Will you promise to keep a secret?”

They all agreed and I proceeded, “I think you guys need to better understand sex and in particular, a girl’s sex parts. I suspect you have only seen pictures.”

They had stopped their work and were staring at me speechless, I went on, “I propose we get together next week and Corey and I will show you what a girl’s sex organs really look like and answer questions. You would need to keep it quiet. What do you think?”

A couple of the guys seemed reluctant but the others were enthusiastic. I said, “OK, we will meet with any who want to come Saturday after next. We will meet at the hobby shop and tell you how to get where we are going then.”

Corey also contacted a few mutual friends who were not “fly guys” and Saturday we all drove over to the Guest House. Corey introduced them to the gate guard and got them through.

About 11 boys showed up along with one girl, Sally. Sally was tall and real thin, not particular attractive nor with much of a figure. She had some traits that, I guess, might make her sexy to some guys. She occasionally dated some guys but seemed to be the female equivalent of many of Corey’s guy friends.

When we went in Corey told them all to wash their hands thoroughly.

I used one of the chairs in the living room. I put a towel on the chair and invited them all to sit around it on the floor. “Don’t worry, we’ll give everyone a close look,” I said.

I began to slowly, and perhaps a bit sensuously, remove my clothes. After taking off my bra I invited them each to come and feel. My breasts are small and conical in shape but my nipples were huge and hard as a rock.

Once I was completely naked I sat in the chair, raised my knees to my chest and separated my legs. I could feel the stares warming my genitals. “Okay, Corey,” I said.

Corey came over and began by pointing out my labia major. “Susan’s are nice and large, they completely hide the minor labia and other organs. Large ones like hers are soft and pliable. Come up and feel them. Notice that her pubic hair is also soft.”

Then he spread my labia major and showed them my labia minor. He separated those and pointed out my clitoris and urethra and the entrance to my vagina. “You may all individually come up and feel these parts.”

I added, “Feel free to feel inside my vagina.”

Corey added, “just inside the entrance to the front of the vagina you can feel a rougher area. That’s where the so-called G-spot is located.”

Sally stood up and asked, “Can I show mine too, Corey?”

Corey hesitated. I thought and said, “Sally, can you wait until Corey and I am finished. Then I will help you show your sexual organs to the boys. Is that okay with everyone?”

All the boys said, “Yes!”

Sally said, “I guess so.” She sat down and I watched her massaging her crotch.

The boys politely felt me and felt inside. Sally joined in and seemed just as interested. She continued rubbing her crotch out of arousal. When they were done Corey talked about the G-spot and demonstrated how when you touched the proper spot my eyes watered. “Every girl is different in her reaction. If you want to really please her you need to be sensitive to her reactions.”

“And listen to what she tells you,” I added.

Corey then took the speculum I had obtained from my doctor, inserted it and spread my vagina. “Here is a flashlight, you can look inside and see the conical mound that is her cervix. The tiny hole at the tip is the entrance into her uterus. It’s not too hard to imagine microscopic sperm getting in but remember, babies come out through that. You may have heard about ‘dilation’ during birth. ‘Dilation’ is how much the cervical opening has expanded.”

Sally

After he finished he removed the speculum and I got up and asked, “Sally, do you want to come up now?”

She got up slowly and came to the front.

Corey asked everyone to wash their hands again and as they were doing that eskişehir escort I whispered, ” Sally are you a virgin? “

“Why?” she asked in a responding whisper.

“I want to know if you have an intact hymen for the boys to see,” I said.

“No, Susie,” she replied in an exasperated tone, “I have had penises inside me before. Two of them are here.”

“Okay,” I whispered in response, ignoring her tone, “I was hoping to show them a hymen.”

When everyone returned Sally removed her top and bra revealing very small but perfectly formed breasts with large, dark aureoles and large, very hard nipples. She moved among the boys letting them feel her. I could see she was getting really turned on and suspected that she wanted to do this just to feel the boys hands on her.

When she returned I asked her, “are you ready for this?”

“Oh, yes! More than ready!” she replied.

She removed her jeans and panties. She had a very slight waist and almost no hips or butt. Her legs were so thin I thought she might be anorexic. She had a heavy patch of dark brown pubic hair. I felt it and said, “You notice that Sally has a lot of pubic hair and it is not so fine as mine but still soft.”

Her major labia was plainly visible between her thin legs and I could see the minor labia hanging out below. I pointed this out to the boys before she sat down and separated her legs as I had done. I invited them all to come forward and feel her. She was clearly enjoying every touch.

Then I asked her to separate her major labia. I pointed out her minor labia and a very prominent clitoris both of which were swollen with arousal. “Notice that Sally has a very prominent clitoris that is quite hard right now from all the touching you guys are doing. Please take it easy as you come up and feel it, I expect it is very sensitive.”

Near the end of the guys feeling her I noticed that she was breathing heavily and making little moans with each touch. “Are you okay?” I asked her in a whisper. ” You look like you’re about to orgasm. “

“I think I am,” she responded, “I won’t mind if I do.”

“Should I tell everyone that it might happen while they are feeling inside?” I asked.

“I don’t know, do what You think is best,” she replied.

I noticed that her labia had swollen even more and told everyone, “You can tell Sally is getting aroused by the way her labia are swelling and pulling apart. You can see her vaginal opening now without anyone holding it open. Okay, Sally can you spread your inner lips to reveal your vagina more completely?”

She obliged. Her vaginal opening was very round and visible. I felt briefly inside to locate her G-spot. “I need someone to determine Sally’s G-spot sensitivity.” All the boys raised their hands and I chose Sunil.

“Sunil put your finger inside and stroke the rougher area very gently while we watch for signs.” I told him

He had barely put his finger in when Sally gasped. “I think maybe she is so aroused already that no fine tuning is necessary,” I told everybody. “I think that while we are feeling her vagina and G-spot there is a good chance she will orgasm. What do you think, Sally?”

“I think so too,” she said.

“Okay, please feel inside gently and we can all watch for signs of her orgasm.”

She was gasping every time one of the boys put his finger inside or moved it around. The third boy said, “Hey, I can feel her cervix in there. We didn’t know about that when we felt inside you, Susie. Can I feel yours?”

I thought a bit and decided that would be okay so I got another chair and spread my legs again. I invited the three boys who had already felt inside Sally to feel me again and then everyone felt me after feeling Sally.

A couple of boys later Sally suddenly made a big gasp and let out her breath in a loud “Aahh!” The boy who had his finger inside yelped. “It’s squirming and squeezing in there!” he said.

“She is having an orgasm,” I said, getting up. “Notice her tummy squeezing and throbbing too. Come feel it.”

The boys gathered around and most managed to put their hand on her tummy as it was spasming. A few felt her twitching vagina. The general consensus was, “Cooool!”

Once her orgasm died down, the remainder of the boys had their chance to feel inside us. Sally still gasped as they felt inside and she had another short vaginal spasm. Her reaction started getting me excited too as they pushed in to feel my cervix but I didn’t orgasm.

“Do you want me to show them your cervix with the speculum?” I asked her.

“Yes, please,” she said, so I inserted it and spread her vagina. She gasped again as I inserted it.

“I hope you enjoyed the demonstration,” I said after all the guys had their look. I could see they had. I continued, “Well, you’ve all seen me and Sally pretty intimately so now I think it’s your turn.”

They looked at each other.

“Could you all get undressed so we can check you out gaziantep escort too?” I asked in my sexiest voice.

Corey knew what was coming and was already stripped naked. “You heard the lady, it’s only fair,” he said with a laugh.

Some reluctantly, some eagerly, some in between, all the boys took off their clothes. “Underpants too!” I said to three who were holding back. All of them were hard and their penises stood out from their bodies.

When all were naked, Four or five had their hands covering themselves. I told them, “You should all be proud of your bodies. including your genitals. Be proud, let it hang out.” I went pulled a couple of hands apart. “This part of your body can bring a lot of pleasure and happiness to you and to some woman. Not only can it give pleasure but it can result in new life — a baby who will grow into an adult. The ability to participate in making a new life is something to be proud of but also something to be taken seriously. None of you should use this wonderful part of your body,” I jiggled a couple of them, “without considering the other person sharing it with you and both of you must be aware of the new life which is the potential result. If you are not considering each other and the new life then you should keep it zipped up!”

Phallic Forest

I looked around at them. There wasn’t a ‘ripped’ body or a set of good abs in the bunch. Oh, there were a variety of body shapes and sizes but I don’t think many of them had ever seen the inside of a gym since high school. There was also a remarkable lack of tanning if you don’t count Sunil, a hispanic, an African Americans and two Asians whose darker skin didn’t come from the sun or a tanning booth.

But skinny, fat, tubby, lean, short and tall I didn’t really notice. My eyes were drawn to the variety of penises on display. Besides Corey’s huge cock I had seen the ten or so guys that four of my friends and I had sex with four, (or was it five?) months ago. That had been my first time and all that impressed me then was how hard and round they were. I had noticed some variation, like circumcision, but that was only because one of the other girls had brought my attention to it.

This time I looked around and admired the forest of penises in its full variety.

All seemed fully erect sticking out from their owners body at around a 30 degree angle, but there were variations in that too. One seemed to stick directly forward at 90 degrees and another was almost vertical.

The lengths varied from only about five inches to eight or nine, excluding Corey’s almost foot long ‘beast’. Most seemed to be about six or seven inches long. Most were maybe an inch or a little more in diameter with some a bit smaller or larger, again excluding Corey’s almost three inch in diameter monster.

Again, excepting Corey, the width and length didn’t necessarily go together. The short five incher on an Asian, Sammy Lee, was the widest, “short and stout,” I thought as I looked at it. It was also the one which stuck directly out from his body. His testicles were a match to the width, looking to be the size of eggs.

The testicles seemed to range in size too, from Sammy’s which looked bigger than Corey’s to some which looked to be only the size of large grapes. Corey’s testicles retract all the way into his abdomen when he is excited but only a couple of these did. Most seemed to be pulled up against their body but not inside. I was guessing since when Corey is not excited his testicles hang way down in the scrotum a couple of inches below his penis. It’s kind of hard to tell testicle size just by looking.

I couldn’t help myself, “do you mind if we feel you?” I asked the group.

“Susie!” Corey whispered to me. I guess in an attempt to keep me from doing it. I ignored him.

I went around feeling the guys hardened cocks and checking out the size of their balls. When the balls were up in their abdomen I gently pushed them out to feel them. Their sizes didn’t really vary a lot. the ones I thought were the size of grapes turned out to be larger, one had been up in the owners abdomen and only one was where I could see it.

The variety in shapes also caught my interest. Most were straight but some curved upward or downward.

Howard had an eight or nine incher which was average in diameter. It curved upward so the tip pointed directly at the ceiling even though it emerged from his body at the usual angle.

Jared’s emerged from his body almost vertically and curved so the tip was touching his body.

Dominik’s curved down so its tip pointed almost directly away from him. The tip was round and bulbous.

The tips of most of them were the usual horizontally rounded and vertically wedge shaped and about the width of the shaft. Howard’s and another were much more conical in all directions. Howard’s tip was also slightly smaller in diameter than usual. His shaft became sharply smaller in diameter giresun escort at the base of the tip.

The most unusual was Elliot’s. It was seven to eight inches long but the smallest in diameter, maybe only 3/4 of an inch. It was straight and hard as a rock ending in a tip that was maybe an inch and a quarter in diameter so there was a quarter of an inch rise from the shaft to the tip. The tip was the usual shape but appeared to be a bright red.

The tip of Corey’s penis is a soft pink when he isn’t excited and acquires a slight lavender tint when it’s fully erect. Most of these were pinker when erect and I noticed the majority of them had a lavender tint around the edge. Dominik’s was a deep purple looking like a half of a round purple ball perched, slightly off center on the end of his shaft. I wondered if that was just due to a high level of excitement or was usually like that.

I was struck by the coloring of Charles’ cock, the African American. The shaft was the light chocolate of the rest of his body but then suddenly became a light pink up to the base of the tip which was a slight brownish pink rather than lavender. I imagined that if he still had his foreskin it would be chocolate on the outside and pink on the inside. “Are they all like that?” I wondered.

Sunil was uncircumcised and when I got to him I asked if I could roll back his foreskin. He agreed and I checked. It was the dark tan of the rest of his body on the outside and the inside was a lighter tan, but not pink.

That only begins to describe the variety. As I went around I noticed all were extremely hard with softer tips, excepting the purple ones and Elliot’s which had a hard tip too. Almost all of them had drops of pre-cum. I checked out the slight variations in the pee-holes from round to the usual vertical slits in sizes from an eighth to a quarter of an inch. One actually had a small horizontal hole. I finished with each by licking off the pre-cum and kissing every one. I don’t care for the taste of semen but ‘pre-cum’ has a nice salty flavor without the musty flavor of semen. One had a very sweet tasting pre-cum. I wondered what his semen would taste like.

Sally followed me around, feeling them after me and ‘deep throating’ each rather than being satisfied with a kiss. When I reached Elliot, I couldn’t resist sucking that red tip all the way into my mouth and running my tongue around the broad edge. Elliot must have been really excited because as I gave the tip a lick before pulling my mouth away he jerked and a wad of semen squirted into my mouth. I jerked away out of surprise. My hand was below my mouth and semen dripped into the palm.

Sally said, “I’ll get that.” and quickly moved her mouth to Elliot’s cock. She sucked him dry as a look of ecstasy came over his face. There wasn’t a drop of semen left when she finished and his cock began to shrink, the tip becoming a soft pink. When flaccid the tip was no different in diameter from the rest of his penis.

I licked my palm off. Elliot’s semen had an unusually good flavor, slightly sweet along with the usual saltiness and with some kind of spicy flavor instead of the usual mustiness. Later, Sally called it “nutty” but I don’t agree, more like pumpkin.

After feeling them all up I went to the sliding glass door, opened it and announced, “Skinny dipping!”

Skinny Dipping

Marianne was sitting out there and a couple of the boys said, “Corey’s mom is out there.”

Corey said, “That’s not my mom, she’s my dad’s girlfriend and won’t mind. Come and meet her.”

Everyone followed him out.

Marianne saw them and shouted, “Skinny dipping huh? It’s a great day for it.”

Corey led them over and introduced them, “Marianne, these are my friends.” He brought each one forward and Marianne shook their hand.

I said, “Marianne, I think they are a bit shy. Why aren’t you sun-bathing in the nude like you often do? They might feel more comfortable.

“That’s a good idea!” she said and removed her top.

She jiggled her big boobs, “Like ’em boys?” She laughed, removed her skimpy bikini bottom and sat back on the lounge with her legs slightly separated so the boys could get a look at her bald twat.

As they went to the pool, several of them kept looking back at her. “I’ve still got it,” she whispered to me.

“Yes you do!” I told her.

We splashed and played water basketball and laughed. When we finally got out, all of the penises were relaxed and so were the boys. I caught most of them taking looks at Marianne and at me but I felt they were at least a lot more comfortable with the idea of being naked around women and with naked women being near them. I hoped this would make them a bit more comfortable with clothed women. Sally got a lot of attention. I think she was letting the boys insert their penises in her underwater. They were certainly allowing her a lot of touching and feeling and clearly doing some of their own.

Corey took me aside and told me, “Susan, I don’t think that was a good idea for you and Sally to go around and give blow jobs to everyone.”

“Corey, They weren’t ‘blow jobs,’ well, maybe Sally’s were close and she definitely gave Elliot one, but mine weren’t.” “Except, maybe, for Elliot,” I added to myself without speaking.

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