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Vortex Quest Bk. 06 Ch. 11

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== VORTEX QUEST 6-11 ==

== TIME AND FIRE ==

The dead volcano was of the classic, “steep mountain with a hole down the middle” variety. The fertile land around it was mostly autumnal-colored forest, coral-like undergrowth creeping up the mountainside.

A few hamlets at the rim hoped to take advantage of temporal fluctuations and speed up food growth without getting torn apart by temporal tides. Risky business.

The Sneak Attack sank into the volcano from above, cloaked in a vision of perfect reflection. Nothing gave away her presence.

Which was also a problem.

Xane was at the helm, carefully executing Chay’s orders as the leader leaned forward between the bow arches and stared down.

The Ghoul had layered the volcano shaft with strips of time fuckery only Chrono-Sight could reveal. Lowering the ship was like threading it between massive spider webs, except touching the webs would rapidly age the ship’s planks by a century or toss it back into the past and also the webs were invisible. And of course the ship was nearly invisible, too.

“Starboard, six Bnr’ess,” Chay said and waved that way. “Thirty degrees right, then tip her gently forward.”

Xane let the levers crunch into their positions.

Marcus came in from behind. “Lots of juice left in the vision gem, but the generator is running out.”

“Almost through,” Chay said. “Get ready.”

Marcus pissed without so much as turning aside. Xane pissed, too, careful to redirect the splattering from the console.

Goro entered, Diego riding him as a backpack.

The pantheon was naked. Anything on their person made it harder to anchor in the present, so they made due with their cock cages.

“Okay,” Xane said. “On course. Any last hints?”

Chay put the psychometric-lens over his left eye. “It’s down there. It won’t *have been* there once the fight starts. Time Ghouls have about a minute in reserve when at rest, so the fight’ll start a minute *before* we attack. Less if we’re lucky. We need to hit hard enough to make it waste the full minute.”

“Time is such bullshit,” Marcus mumbled.

“After that,” Chay said, “we’re down to the two-ish second skips we prepared for. Plus whatever the Ghoul has set up. Doesn’t *look* like there’s strands at the bottom of this hole but stay aware. Don’t stand on those bone piles.”

Goro glanced down into the shaft where silver sparkled at the walls. “Where are the demigods we’re doing this time-prison-break for?”

Chay didn’t point at anything. “These shiny orbs are something like spider cocoons. They’re in one of them, trapped in time. We’ll have to break open a bunch, I guess. Maybe I can figure it out from up close.”

Diego hopped off Goro’s back. “We’re ready.”

“Okay,” Chay said. “Xee, turn our baby around.”

===***===

Shapeless like the flow of time, barely solid enough to be a living creature. The amorphous quadrupedal beast slumbered, a shimmer in the air the size of a mansion, resting on black ground. A gentle aurora running along the volcano shaft provided illumination, occasionally setting off a glint in the temporal fabric of the cocoons stashed along the walls.

The Ghoul’s sense were turned inward in peaceful dormancy.

Then an object nearly as big as itself crashed right into it. A sharp tip of wood and iron, full weight bearing down. The Ghoul was torn apart, time-energy and guts splattering as its immaterial bones were ground to paste under the weight of the assault.

Tension uncoiled. The Ghoul spent its Large Leap for a minute past-ward and rushed aside. There wasn’t anything coming its senses could detect. Concerning.

Eventually, the timeline caught up and the assaulting projectile hit empty rock as it appeared from nowhere mid-crash, the Ghoul safely out of the way.

It had been one of the flying vessels the Linears used — that much the Ghoul’s intellect recognized. The cover of gray smoke hanging in the air and expanding was a stranger phenomenon. A cloud this far down?

A blinding beam. Again the Ghoul was ripped through. A leap. The beam came from the smoke. And it followed to the new position. Another Leap, now a mere half second. The Ghoul barely avoided getting sliced.

It ran as it kept leaping, zig-zagging through time and space, faster than the beam could reacquire. The beam died. Bipedal Linears dropped from the smoke.

The Ghoul roared into the continuum, summoning its defenses.

===***===

Goro waited for instructions.

Pumped up and ready to come down on wherever Chay pointed, he strained his Chrono-Sight to catch the Ghoul’s maneuvers in the wake of the Doom Pipe’s beam.

Chay’s fog grew tendrils, refracting and breaking where they met ethereal Ghoul skin. “Can *not* puppet it.”

Goro flexed his muscles and catapulted himself into battle. He rained onto the barely visible beast.

A sense of movement in all directions hit him. He steeled his chronopsychic focal-juncture, like the serpentine bird lady had taught them. Like burying tirebolu escort his heels in sand, but the sand was the present and his heels were… also the present. They had never found a great metaphor.

His hit landed… on air.

The Ghoul had ‘teleported’ away by side stepping two seconds earlier. Another jump, another escape. Goro kept the creature occupied, waiting for orders that still didn’t come.

“It’s summoning,” Chay shouted.

“Where?” Xane asked.

“Everywhere.”

The ground was littered with bleached bones. Shimmer surrounded them as they rose and flesh grew on them.

Chimeras big and small rose, resurrected by being dragged back to a time before their death.

Goro switched track and attacked the abominations instead. Slime-filled heads exploded, guts gushed, bones cracked. It didn’t matter. The damage was undone within seconds.

Marcus appeared beside him, burning chops eviscerating a few monster faces. “Keep going,” the animus-fighter said and arched his spine as he flew over a reptilian skull he had just ripped apart.

“They heal,” Goro said.

“No, they get rewound. There’s only so much time stored up in them. Chay said.”

Goro sent his bodyweight into a red-furred Godzilla. “Did he say *how much* time?”

Marcus managed to shrug while digging his hands into the eye sockets of two separate porcupine-chimpanzees, eye balls popping with steam.

The Doom Pipe fired in the background, washing out the area with blinding light. Goro’s eyes healed in microseconds. A path had been carved through the resurrected menagerie but the damage rewound within moments.

“Goro,” Chay’s voice said. A nearby monster that was just a ball of tentacles attacked another chimera — puppeteered.

The leader dropped beside the berserker, riding in a ward-bowl. Diego held him stable by the waist.

“Leave the small fry to us,” Chay commanded. “Corner the Ghoul. Drive it into a position where rewinding two seconds won’t move it out of the beam-fucked area.”

Goro looked up at the nebulous gray blob. With each second, a purple thaum-bolt zoomed from a different place and ripped chaos into a monster.

“Where’s Xee?”

“Hiding in my fog. He should have a shot from anywhere. Don’t worry.”

Goro grunted a goodbye and aimed for the spot where the Ghoul stood, as evidenced by a house-sized flicker in the air and the crunching chimera-meat underneath its four shapeless legs.

Hitting it wasn’t on the table, but he could prance around in a semi-circle, force it back, step by step, toward the closest corner.

He calmed his breath and heart-beat, entering a focus state like the mark of the warrior had “taught” him. Eyes on the Ghoul, legs ready to snap him into either direction with superhuman speed, Chrono-Sight to follow the creature’s motions, present-anchoring to evade the waves of weaponized seconds.

The plan failed – Goro got jerked through time.

If it hadn’t been for the training with both snake cunts, he wouldn’t even have noticed. He simply got reset two seconds, his anchoring overturned by colossal time-force. But he could tell the Ghoul was strategically shoving him into the past to create openings for it to escape.

He was always significantly too late to land a hit, the Ghoul always ahead on maneuvers, even while evading Xane’s assaults and navigating Diego’s fields. Bolts landed on barren rock, wards wrapped around air.

A foot touched down on Goro’s head. With a twirl, a demigod landed before him.

“Trade me,” Marcus said. “Bosses orders.”

Goro gave a grunted acknowledgement and flew backward to ram his back into whatever random fox-frog-mantis chimera was closest.

Chay was holding his own. Invisible when he wanted to be, he left the immortal beasts to swipe aimlessly while he landed divinely empowered kicks where they hurt the most. The tentacle puppet from earlier followed him like a trained pet and kept his rear safe.

“Good work,” Goro said, earning a wide grin.

“Means a lot,” Chay said, causing a weird hot glowing sensations in Goro’s chest.

Diego beside him let his Tinder Whip snap at a bipedal bear-snail, ripping smoldering zigzags into its fur. “Not causing much damage, though, so not eating up much rewind.” He created a ward shield and pushed the abomination back. “Mostly keeping them busy.”

“On it,” Goro said.

One mania-warrior fist blow broke the neck of a hammerhead-shark looking freak. It dropped dramatically and took two beasts down with it. Using the force of his swing, Goro tossed himself into the bear-snail and made it fall backward, its shell cracking. Just as it rewound, he stepped on it, again and again.

“You think,” Goro said between stomps, “Marcus’ll have more luck?”

“Yeah,” Chay said. “I figured out ‘time slipping’ when I watched you. The Ghoul is too strong to stay present-anchored but you can ‘ride’ the time wave’s echo to get those two seconds forward again.”

Goro tokat escort kept the bear-snail’s head constantly crushed between his thighs, breaking the skull over and over with light flexing. “Uh… not to sound like a meathead but… can you break that down for me?”

The others leapt over a mini-hydra. Chay brought his fists down, Diego’s whip tied three necks together and let the serpent flesh smolder.

“Buddy,” Chay said, breathing hard and grinning, “you always sound like a meathead. But yeah, look at what our Marky-boy is doing.”

===***===

Being a beautiful, naked freestyle-dervish with limbs aflame never got old.

Marcus flew and glided and hopped and lashed out with his white-burning blows. The total lack of clothing made his balls and aegis tug lightly with every flip and spin but he was in his element, drawing spirals of white after his hands like comets, stretching his reach to fence the Ghoul in.

Naturally, the time fucker jittered across the battlefield in two second intervals.

Both Marcus and the Ghoul were on the defensive. The monster tried to stop him so the demigod had to leave enough space to evade within a two second window. Meanwhile the animus-fighter was trying to box the creature into a corner even as he kept distance.

Marcus was winning.

Hit over and over by a shift two seconds into the past, he did as Chay had hastily taught him. Let the wave wash over you, shoving you through time, then grip the echo with your focal-junction as it washes backwards aaaand swing around.

Disorienting as balls but getting tossed through time was really just a random teleport and his animus-powered senses adapted well.

The Ghoul roared in an impossible way — the beginning and ending cut off, lost in rewind.

It rushed at a wall, away from Marcus. Resurrecting chimeras crumbled back to aged bones. Was this victory?

“Fuck yeah,” Marcus shouted, tossing his fire-fists forward just to make a point. “Don’t mess with me you bitch cun-“

The Doom Pipe’s beam ripped into the warm air with the light of ten suns.

Backflipping to greater distance, meeting up with Chay again, Marcus let his eyes recover.

Cocoons were bursting along the wall, something amorphous and nearly invisible spilling out along with organic debris.

“We did it,” Diego said. “Everything’s exploding.”

“No,” Chay said, sounding disappointed and horrified. He had one eye closed, looking only with the psychometric lens. “It’s ripping the bags open on purpose. There’s something stored inside. Nothing living. Time? Shit, it stored time. Get anchored.”

Marcus dug his feet into the ground in horse stance as if bracing for a physical wave and focused. A cacophony of ether-temporal subharmonics washed over him, threatening to send different bits of him into different centuries.

It was beyond anything Gloomwhisp had ever thrown at them.

But the pantheon held.

“Was that it?” Goro asked. “Is it done?”

“That wasn’t an attack,” Chay said. “It recharged. Watch out!”

Lava. Or at least something sufficiently bright, liquid and heated to turn even a divinely powerful man into smoke. The Ghoul was summoning blobs from nothing.

“Superheated ectoplasm,” Chay said. “From when the volcano was still active a thousand years ago. Evade. I need to check on Xane.”

It hadn’t even occurred to Marcus that the wizard hadn’t known to brace himself. But Chay was already getting tossed into his clouds by Goro’s hand and lava blobs were incoming.

A ward appeared around them. The first lava ball impacted, big as a fridge. The ward shattered and was instantly replaced by a new one inches behind it that caught the splatter.

More blobs rained from the ceiling, appearing out of nowhere from a millennium in the past.

“Get to cover,” Diego shouted and started hopping across bone piles. He kept his force fields angled and rounded so the splashes weren’t fully impacting, instead redirected.

Marcus tried to swipe a claw of whitefire at the rain. It was too liquid at this temperature, like slicing through water. Better than nothing.

The trio of Marcus, Diego and Goro closed in on the wreckage of the Sneak Attack, when the Ghoul appeared right in front of them. Rather, it had altered the past to have been there since two seconds ago but who had time for semantics?

Goro didn’t lose speed. He flew at the transparent shape’s middle — the closest things it had to a face — and brought a fist forward. The Ghoul reeled back from the impact and vanished.

“What happened?” Diego asked.

Marcus knew what he meant. The ‘vanishing’ had lacked the little outward echo that Chay had used to figure out time slipping. This time it had just popped out of existence.

Then I came rushing from behind. Marcus jumped up and rushed down on it like a fiery drill while the berserker rammed into it from below. Again, it vanished without a temporal trace.

“Shit, this is bad,” Marcus said topkapı escort and hurried back under Diego’s ward. The lava rain was beginning to leave puddles. They made it to the crash site where bent iron arches offered minor protection.

“What’s happening?” Diego asked. “Is it… learning?”

“It has friends,” Goro shouted.

A Ghoul rushed in from the left, another from the right. Diego shifted his ward to catch the brunt of the right one, Goro flew at the left and-

A bird-sized butterfly in gold and red dashed from the lava-rain perforated clouds.

Xane was okay. Marcus briefly had to hold back a breakdown. Destiny deserved a long and enthusiastic cocksucking for that favor.

“The Ghouls are echoes,” the butterfly broadcasted in Xane’s voice. “From past and future. They might stand out in the lens. Hold on while boss works something out.”

Just as the fake-Ghouls popped on Goro-impact, the butterfly slapped the lens onto Marcus’ face, tinting his world red as the rim spikes painlessly dug into his skin.

The outlines of living beings crowded his view. Ghoul after Ghoul paraded the perimeter of the wreckage.

“Diego,” Marcus said. “Get me up.”

The lean, tan, naked man nodded and formed his ward into a bubble just large enough to fit two men.

The Filipino and the South American crammed inside.

Diego got it a few feet off the ground. Goro gave it a kick from below and the duo was sent nearly to the fog cloud’s level.

Lava rain pummeled the ward, creating heated, red glowing regions along it.

Marcus strained to see any anomalies. Some Ghouls intersected, he discarded those. Which left about a dozen to examine.

They went down, crushing the Ghoul that had closed in on Goro in the wreck, popping it. The bubble squashed and bounced back, ninety percent as high as before.

“How do you time slip?” Diego asked. “Sorry, do you need to focus?”

“I don’t know,” Marcus said. “This is a Hail Mary anyway. Uh, I time slip by… When the Ghoul hit, it’s like a riptide in the ocean, you know? Impossible to fight. But the… normal tide exists in the same *physical* space, unlike the ocean, so you just need to swing your juncture’s focus around in time… and grab at where the other tide is in space… while you’re in the space where the time is… Fuck, this is pointless.”

“Sorry,” Diego said, aiming the descending bubble at the top of the wreck which was now very much on fire.

“No no,” Marcus said. “Looking for the real Ghoul is what’s pointless. This shit would give Einstein a headache, okay? You’re brilliant. I suck.”

Diego expanded the bubble into a shield above them and pulled Marcus in by the neck.

They collided into a kiss in the flickering of superheated plasma tapping on their ward and bouncing on flaming wood around them.

It was a tender kiss, almost chaste. Marcus wasn’t used to being handled delicately. He was struck by the all-consuming urge to ravage Diego with the force of a thousand orgasms all day long — but he had practice pushing through those feelings for a battle.

They jumped off the wreck as Diego’s ward shattered under the assaulting heat.

Goro was riding a Ghoul, squeezing its body between his pumped-up thighs as he brought his fists down. The creature popped as the duo landed.

The clouds above had consolidated. Now red rays were shining from the center, roaming the bottom of the volcano like searchlights.

They *were* searchlights. Some kind of thaum-trick Chay had figured out, that passed through Ghouls without refraction — except for one.

“The real time cunt,” Marcus said. “All the way by that cocoon drop.”

The Doom Pipe fired. Bone piles and rocks got scorched as Xane’s aim tracked the creature, duplicates popping in the beam’s wake. But it was futile. The real Ghoul skipped through time too fast.

And its shapeless limbs shredded yet more cocoons. Creatures frozen in time tumbled out, Kobolds frozen mid-scream, wounded chimeras frozen in a fight, motionless Hellions, all coated by something gooey that kept them in stasis.

The emerging stored time was going to help the Ghoul stay in the fight. But worse, it was pulling the cocoons apart, weaving and stretching strands of shiny silver.

The strands that ripped you through time. Those spider webs were solid enough to *touch* and no amount of present-anchoring was going to suffice.

===***===

Looking down from what was left of their cloud platform, the battlefield wasn’t in their favor.

A hail of boiling, glowing blobs from the volcano’s active days, numerous merging and time-leaping duplicate Ghouls, no valid target for the Doom Pipe and now also cocoon wrappings that shunted you into last century.

“Maybe,” Chay shouted at Xane, “maybe it’s time to consider retreat options. Shred the web strands above and make us a path.”

“I’ll try,” Xane said, carried between lava drops by his butterfly wings, the massive gun between his thighs. “A lot to keep an eye on, though.”

“I’m going down,” Chay said and turned his levitation upside down. He broke through the clouds like a smoke asteroid and stopped his fall inches above the ground.

Lava puddles weren’t growing. They tended to slip back into their own time after a while on the ground. Maybe something useful about that.

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The New Pastor’s Stay at Our House

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This is the story about what happened when a visiting pastor stayed with us one night. I was 19 at the time and attending a local technical college to become a website designer. My parents and I attended a small country church just outside of town. Our former pastor had just retired, so we were searching for another pastor to take his place.

My dad was on the pastor search committee, and from the way he talked, they weren’t having much luck trying to find a new pastor. It seemed like everyone they talked to wanted to preach at a larger church or wanted a full-time position. Being small and with only around 50 members, our church could only afford a part-time pastor.

One Monday morning, my dad received a phone call from a man that seemed to be interested in the position. They talked for a good 30 minutes and then he sent my dad an email with his resume. After discussing the new candidate with the other members of the committee, they all agreed to let the man come preach one Sunday morning so that we could get a feel for him. My dad invited the pastor to stay with us the Saturday night before he was to preach since he was coming from a city about 3 hours away.

Fast forward to the next weekend. We lived in a small house with three bedrooms, and since the spare bedroom was being used as an office, I agreed to let the new candidate sleep with me. It couldn’t be too bad, I thought… besides, I might get to see this guy naked. My parents had no idea that I was bi-curious, and coming from a Southern Baptist family, I wasn’t about to let them know. It was a little secret I kept to myself, but I loved seeing other men naked. I was usually attracted to older men with a hairy chest, and a seeing a hairy crotch on the internet made my own member hard as a rock.

Pastor Robert Miles arrived that Saturday around 4:00 p.m. I answered the door when he knocked. “You must be John,” he announced as he stuck out his hand for me to shake. “I’m Robert. You can call me Rob, though.” He was a big guy who looked to be in his early 50s, about 6′ tall, around 220 lbs. with short graying brown hair parted to the side. Not fat, but just solid like a football player. He was wearing dress shorts, a pull-over collared shirt, and Nike shoes. Not too bad-looking, I thought. I could see some brown curly chest hair sticking out of his shirt where he tepebaşı escort left one of the buttons unbuttoned. “Come on in,” I told him and offered to take his small bag of clothes.

I introduced Pastor Rob to my mom and dad, who were in the living room. “I’ll just take your bag on to my bedroom since we’ll be sharing my bed tonight,” I told him. Later that evening, we had a nice meal and then he and my dad went to the living room to watch the Atlanta Braves play. After helping mom clean the kitchen, we joined them. I sat down on the couch with Rob and mom sat in the other chair. By this time, he had already made himself comfortable by untucking his shirt and taking off his shoes.

As I scanned his body, I could tell that his legs were covered in curly dark brown hair and that his forearms were also hairy. I couldn’t wait to see him half naked or even better, in his underwear. Around 10:00 that night, my parents went to bed, leaving Rob and me to watch TV by ourselves. “Mind if I take off my shirt?” he asked. “It doesn’t take much for a guy my size to get hot,” he chuckled. “Sure, do whatever you want,” I replied. As soon as he took his shirt off, I could see that his stomach and chest were covered in short, curly brown hair. My dick started getting hard instantly and I had to change positions on the couch so that he wouldn’t notice the bulge in my shorts.

We continued watching TV and chatting until about 11:00. It was pure torture seeing Rob’s hairy chest and not being able to at least rub it. “I’m about ready for bed, young man,” Rob yawned. “Yeah, me too…” I couldn’t help but wonder if I would get to see him in his underwear once we got to bed.

We made our way to my bedroom, and I showed him the bathroom on the way there. As soon as we got to my bedroom, he began undressing. He took off his socks and then his shorts. There he was – standing there in nothing but his black briefs. His bulge was considerably large, to say the least. “I guess I’ll take a shower in the morning if you don’t mind. Besides, I’m about ready to get some sleep,” he told me. “Are you going to take off your clothes, too… or are you just going to sleep in your clothes?” he asked. I was so fascinated with his bulge that I hadn’t even thought about taking off my clothes to get ready tercan escort for bed. “Yeah, I guess I need to,” I nervously laughed.

He went ahead and got into bed. I stripped down to my boxers and got on the other side of the bed. We talked a little while longer before I turned off the lamp beside the bed. Around 2:00 or so that night, I woke up to relieve my bladder. Rob was sleeping on his back, snoring away. I went on to the bathroom but couldn’t help but to wonder if I could sneak a peek at his cock while he slept. When I returned from the bathroom, he was still snoring. I got back in bed and rolled over on my side facing him. I hope he doesn’t wake up, I thought. I slowly slipped my right arm under the covers and found his cock. At first, I just slowly rubbed the outline of his bulge while checking to make sure he was still asleep. His cock responded to my rubbing by getting hard.

Curious, I pulled back the band of his underwear and started rubbing the tip of his cock head with my index finger. In just a matter of seconds, he was leaking precum. I got some of it on my finger and tasted it. I’d tasted my own precum several times, but I’d never tasted another man’s. It was sweet and I liked it. I repeated the rubbing of his cock head a few more times, tasting each drop I could get on my index finger.

Wanting to see all of his cock, I decided to pull his cock out of his underwear. He was sleeping soundly, so I didn’t think he would catch me in the act. I was able to get the top of his briefs down to his balls. I slid my hand down in his underwear to feel them. From what I could tell, they were about the size of golf balls, covered in hair. As I fondled his balls, his cock began to stiffen even more. I placed my mouth on his cock head and moved my hand from his balls to his shaft. I started tracing it with my fingers and soon wrapped my hand around its thickness. His cock had to be at least 8″ hard.

Not wanting Rob to wake while I was sucking him, I started pumping his cock slowly. It didn’t take long before I felt a big shot of cum hit the back of my mouth. Greedily, I pumped it some more and felt 3 or 4 more big shots of his cum enter my mouth. I swallowed each load, hungry for his seed. As soon as he stopped cumming, I kissed his cock shaft and then pulled his termal escort underwear back up. As far as I knew, he had no clue that I had just caused him to have a massive orgasm. After reveling in the thought of sucking a preacher’s cock, I soon went back to sleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by the smell of bacon being fried. Rob was already out of bed. I put some shorts and a t-shirt on and made my way to the kitchen. My parents and Rob were discussing the sermon Rob would be preaching this morning while eating. “Sleep alright, Rob?” I asked. “Sure did, buddy… that was some of the best sleep I’ve had in a while!” I couldn’t help but smile as he said that. He has no clue that I sucked his cock and made him cum. “Alright, I guess I need to hit the shower. Thanks for the great breakfast, Joan,” Rob said.

After eating the leftover bacon and some eggs, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for church. Forgetting that Rob was in the bathroom taking a shower, I opened the door and saw him standing there naked drying off. “I am so sorry, Rob! I guess I forgot that I was sharing my bathroom this morning,” I said, blushing. “No worries. I don’t have anything you haven’t ever seen before,” he laughed. “Come on in and do what you need to do while I finish drying off and getting dressed.”

As I brushed my teeth, I could see Rob’s fully naked body in the mirror. He was hairy all over, except for his back. He even had a nice hairy butt. He must have noticed my glancing at him because he gave his cock 2 or 3 tugs before putting his underwear on. As he walked by me on the way to the door, he let his cock bulge brush my butt. Oh crap.. does he know I sucked him? That had to be an obvious sign – I mean, what kind of pastor rubs his cock against another man’s butt?

Later that morning, my parents and I were at church when Rob stepped up to the podium to introduce himself to the congregation. “This morning, I’m preaching about sins of the flesh,” Ron announced. I just shrunk back into the pew. All through the sermon, he kept looking at me, almost preaching to me. Thankfully, the sermon was over in about 30 minutes and then it was time to go back home.

Rob did such a great job preaching that we decided to hire him to be our new preacher. After lunch, he thanked my parents for their hospitality before leaving to go back home. Then he thanked me for the excellent night of sleep while winking at me.

Rob’s been our pastor for about 3 months now and he’s made a few more subtle passes at me. He’s never come out and mentioned what happened in my bed that night, but something tells me that he wasn’t as sound asleep as I thought he was.

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Older Brother’s Turn with The Slut

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This is a sequel to

Backseat Fun On Dad’s Lap. Give it a read before this if you want some more context.

Please leave a comment with scenarios you’d like to see our cock slut in. All ideas are welcome.

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I gulped.

“Oh,” I said, as I saw my brother’s phone. On the screen was a photo our dad had taken of me earlier today. It was me, on my knees outside of our car, Dad’s big cock resting on my face, a glob of cum on my cheek, and my mouth open as my tongue reached out for Dad’s cock.

“W-why… how…?” I asked, my face getting hotter and my heart beating faster. I felt a hand grabbing one of my butt cheeks.

“Dad and I share a lot of things. He sent me this so I could see he had a new slut,” my brother, Mark, replied. He let go of my butt and put his hand inside my shorts and underwear, then easily slipped two fingers inside my butt. “Oh, he’s broken you in alright…”

Was this real? I had spent the day getting fucked by my Dad on our car as Mom drove, completely blind to what we were doing, and now Mark had his fingers inside me? My mind was in a daze, and I barely noticed as Mark led me to the dining room and bent me over the table. He took off my shorts and underwear and groped my butt cheeks.

“We have about… 15 minutes before they come back with dinner, so let me tell you how this works,” he said, spreading my cheeks. His fingers dug into my plump flesh. “Mom and you are cock sluts. We have cocks. We fuck you. Everyone is happy, yeah?”

I felt something massive land on top of my butt. His cock. Yep, he was as big as Dad. Wait…

“Mom?!” I asked, my mind clearing a bit.

No way my brother had said that. He was fucking her? Dad knew? What? No, no, this was a dream. Had to be.

Mark chuckled, “That’s right. Caught her watching me masturbate once years ago. Had her on my bed just seconds after that. Then I talked to Dad and we worked it out.”

Mark lined up his cock with my hole and pushed. His cock slid in slowly and smoothly, until he was completely inside me. We both moaned. Yeah, this was real. Not a dream.

“Mmmm, very nice. So anyway, we decided that we’d start sharing every slut we found. And we’ve had many. Men, women, it’s like we’re magnets for cock sluts,” he grabbed my butt and started thrusting into me slowly. “Shame though, I wanted to get to you first.”

I grabbed the table and moaned as Mark’s cock filled me up. He grunted and slowly increased the speed. Harder, faster, deeper, he fucked me.

“Ungh… first? Ah… fuuu-… fuck me… what… do you mean?” I managed to speak, in-between thrusts.

“We’ve had our sights on you for a while. So, new house, only two beds set up, one for Mom and Dad, and we’d share the other. Sweet older brother sleeping with his little bro,” Mark explained, his breathing growing rougher as he kept thrusting into me. “And I know I’d have you on my cock before we even got on the bed.”

After that, I couldn’t even think as Mark pumped his cock into me. My moans and the sound of his pelvis hitting me filled the house.

Eventually, Mark thrust so hard that the table moved and he erupted inside me. Load after load of hot cum painted my insides, joining the many loads Dad had deposited in me during the trip. My cock, trapped between my body and the table, shot my own cum onto the table.

As we caught our breaths, Mark removed his cock from my butt and let me stand up. I saw my cum on the table and slurped it all up. Then I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth, cleaning it up. I wanted to suck it, but Mark talas escort stopped me.

“Time’s up. We’ll continue later,” he said. Sure enough, we heard our parents opening the door. We put our clothes back on just in time.

“Dinner’s here!” Mom shouted as she headed to the kitchen. Mark followed after her.

Dad entered the dining room and came up to me. He grabbed my chin and looked at me. Then he slid his thumb into my mouth, and I started sucking on it.

“Good slut,” he said, smiling. I moaned.

He removed his finger and we both walked to the kitchen. As we entered it, I saw that Mark had his hand on my mom’s butt, kneading one of her cheeks. It was all true, then.

After that, we ate dinner and talked about my brother’s house, how my university studies were going, and other normal family stuff. All of this… normality, I guess, initially felt weird after all that had happened during the day, but I got used to it.

Mom and Dad stayed at the dining table while Mark and I sat side by side on the living room sofa, which had its back turned towards the table. While my brother put on a random show on the television, I fished out his cock. Damn, even flaccid, it was big.

I wrapped my hands around the shaft and started jerking it as it quickly grew to a massive size comparable to Dad’s cock. Mark put an arm over around me and pulled me closer to him. I leaned my head on chest and he grabbed a handful of my butt cheeks.

We watched the show, while I pumped my hands up and down his cock and he squeezed and groped my butt.

I heard my parents get up. Mark grabbed a pillow and put it over his cock, hiding it. Mom walked over to us and gave us each a kiss on the cheek.

“We’re going to bed. Good night, boys.”

“Good night, mom,” we both replied. As she walked away, Mark removed the pillow and took off his clothes. I jumped off the sofa, got on my knees in front of him, and grabbed his cock.

As I started licking Mark’s cock, Dad walked past us and let out a laugh. “Have fun.”

“You too,” Mark said to him.

I kept licking up and down the massive shaft, covering it in saliva. Then I swirled my tongue around the cock head, while my hands pumped up and down. I licked the precum that came out.

“Are we hiding from Mom?” I asked as I took my tongue off his cock for a bit, my hands continuing their movements.

“While it’s fun, sure. Secrecy adds a little spice, you know?” Mark replied. I took his cock head into my mouth and started swirling my tongue around while I sucked. “Plus, haven’t I been fucking her without you knowing for a long time?”

That was true. Doing the same to her wouldn’t hurt.

Over the next couple of minutes, I sucked, licked, jerked, and worshiped my older brother’s cock. He was right, this was a magnet for cock sluts like me. I could see why Mom had fallen for it. First, Dad’s cock, now Mark’s. Yes, this was heaven.

Mark put a hand on my head and lightly pushed me down. I took the hint and swallowed his cock, taking it all the way to the base. Mark moaned as I did it.

“Even Mom couldn’t do that the first time… Mhmmm. Keep going, slut,” he said.

I started bobbing my head up and down, sucking his cock. Mark grabbed my hair and moaned more and more as I sucked him off. My tongue lapped at his shaft when I took him into my throat and swirled around his cock head when I had only the head in my mouth.

Soon, I felt his cock twitch and Mark pulled my head away. He grabbed his cock with his other hand, aimed at my face, and pumped it. His cum tarsus escort shot out and hit me on my forehead, cheeks, nose, and open mouth. My face was covered in cum. Then he put his cock on my tongue and kept cumming inside my mouth.

When he finished, he let go of me and leaned back on the sofa. I held my cum-filled mouth open and looked at him, in all his naked glory. His ripped, muscular body glistened with sweat. His cock lay against his abs. A king on his throne, and me, his little brother, on my knees.

“Swallow,” he commanded.

I closed my mouth and swallowed all of the thick cum. Yummy. It was delicious. It took me several gulps until I opened my mouth again, to show him it was empty. He smiled and licked his lips.

“The cum on your face stays there,” he said, as he got up and picked up his clothes. I nodded, and then yelped as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

Mark walked towards his bedroom. As we got to the corridor that led to the bedrooms, I could hear my mom moaning as Dad fucked her. Mark paused to listen, then smacked my butt and entered his room. He closed the door and threw me onto his bed.

I took off my shirt while he removed my shorts and underwear. Then he pulled me to the edge of the bed, grabbed my legs and put my feet on his shoulders. Then he lined up and thrust into me.

“Both sluts getting fucked at the same time. This is your future, cock slut,” Mark said as he began pumping his cock into me.

He wasted no time with slow thrusts, he just went at it hard and fast. His balls hit my butt with every deep thrust. My cock moved wildly, leaking precum all over me.

“Cum for me,” he said.

I grabbed my cock, but before I could move my hand, I came. Cum shot all over my torso. My butt squeezed around my brother’s cock as I came.

My moans, his moans, the sound of him fucking me hard. I was sure this was like what I heard coming from my parents’ bedroom.

Mark kept fucking me for several more minutes. Then he thrust deep into me and came. Once again, he painted my insides with warm cum.

It seemed that Mark had unlimited stamina like Dad, because instead of stopping to rest and recover, my brother just turned me around and continued fucking me.

Eventually, hours later, with my body covered in cum, we fell asleep. He spooned me with his cock inside my butt, his arms around me.

The next morning, I woke up alone. I got up, and groggily walked out of the bedroom. I didn’t even notice that I was naked and covered in dry cum. What I did notice was that sounds of people fucking drifted out of the other bedroom.

I headed to the bathroom and took a shower. It helped, not just with cleaning the cum off my body, but also by relieving some of the fatigue from yesterday.

When I got out of the bathroom, I could still hear them fucking. I walked up to that bedroom, stopping at the half-open door. Instead of Dad, I saw my brother slowly but steadily fucking my mom on the bed. She had her face down, ass up, and her face was turned away from the door.

A hand grabbed my ass, I looked up and saw Dad standing there. We both watched Mark and Mom fucking as he groped my butt.

Mark noticed us and smirked. Then he spanked my mom’s butt. From the positioning of her body, he was fucking her pussy.

“We… hmm… have to stop,” Mom said.

“Oh? Why is that?” Mark asked.

“Your brother will… ah fuuck.. he’ll find out,” she replied, using a pillow to muffle her moans.

“I told you, he’s taking a shower. But you know he slept in my bed, taşköprü escort right?”

I felt Dad’s cock on my butt. He used his hands to squeeze my cheeks and open them wide, then he slid inside my hole. He put a hand on my belly and started thrusting into me. His other hand went to my mouth, holding it close so I couldn’t make a sound.

“You… you didn’t!” Mom said. Mark stared at us as he kept pumping into her.

“Maybe I did. Maybe I fucked him all night,” he replied. He started speeding up his movements. “Maybe he’s a cock slut like you.”

“Aaah hmm. I’m sure he is. He’s been teasing your father lately.”

Oh, she knew? Well, now I was right in front of her, getting fucked by her husband, and she had no idea.

Dad kept thrusting into me, his speed matching my brother’s.

“And Dad… maybe he’s balls deep in your son right now… oooh, you liked that, huh?” Mark started fucking her harder and harder. Wet sounds filled the room. “Does it turn you on to think about your son getting railed by us?”

Mom nodded and moaned, “Yes! Fuck him like the little slut he is!”

“Do you want Dad to cum in him? Fill him up like I’m about to do to you?”

“I do! I want him to… oh… fuck… fuck… fill that slut. Cum inside him! Cum inside me! Oh! Fuuck! I’m… cumming!”

Mom started shaking as she came. At the same time, Dad filled me up with cum. Mark also thrust and came inside Mom’s pussy.

Letting go of me, Dad popped out of my butt and led me to the kitchen. He started preparing breakfast while I sucked his cock clean.

Fuck, I loved cock.

A while later, I was lying on my back on the table, with Dad fucking me again, when I heard the shower start and Mark came into the kitchen. My head dropped down, and I looked at him, upside down. He walked up to me and poked my face with his cock. I could see a mixture of his cum and Mom’s juices on it. I swallowed loudly and licked my lips in anticipation.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked, smearing my lips with the juices.

I nodded and opened my mouth. He put his cock inside and let me suck and swallow everything. Soon, he was pumping into my throat, his balls landing on my face with every hip thrust.

Holy shit. I had Dad fucking my butt and my brother fucking my throat, all while Mom was taking a shower. They were talking about something, but I didn’t pay attention. I just focused on the cocks.

My butt squeezed Dad’s cock, while I sucked and licked Mark’s cock. Cock was all I had in me and in my mind. My hands pulled Mark into me, and my legs wrapped around Dad, pulling them both deeper. I heard them laugh and call me a cock slut. Yes, I was a cock slut.

They soon came, both erupting into me, filling me with more cum.

We rested for a bit then went and got dressed.

Mom soon came out, already dressed, and joined us for breakfast. She kept looking at me, as if searching for something, but I just smiled.

“By the way, my little bro here is going to stay and help me unpack some stuff. I’ll drive him home tomorrow,” Mark said. I was surprised, but said nothing, since I had nothing against staying at his house longer.

“Oh, is he now?” Mom asked, still looking at me. I smiled. “Well, I’m sure he’ll love helping you out, and you could use a helping hand. Or two. You know, for the big boxes you have.”

“Yeah, I can help Mark with the big ones,” I said.

Dad and Mark had wide grins on their faces. Mom kept looking at me. I just… smiled.

We ate breakfast, cleaned up, and talked for a while.

When the time came, we said our goodbyes. Mom took a bit longer than usual hugging Mark, but I think I saw his arms moving in ways that didn’t fit a hug. When he let go of her, Mom’s cheeks were flushed.

As we waved goodbye, Mark had his hand inside my shorts, fingering my butt. When we entered the house again, our clothes flew off.

This was going to be a long day.

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After I graduated from high school, ran around for a year or so, was almost 19 when I came back home and got a job working for a company at night, little to my surprise my companion for the job was also a high school friend, so it made it easy fitting into the job.

We chatted about how things had been going since were graduated and were just about the same in our love lives. One shift I came into our office and my friend, we will call him Junior, wasn’t around so I started working when I heard some noise in an adjoining room. As I went to investigate, there was Junior masturbating, he had a nice little 5″ cock but he was going to town on it, so I watched, when I heard his breathing speed up I watched as he came and shot a spurt halfway acrossed the room along with a couple other large amounts, I was surprised that much cum came from such a small guy.

I quietly left watching and made my presence known so he wouldn’t know I had been watching. When he came into our work area, he sort of smiled at me and I was trying to hide that I had a hard on. Over the next couple of days Junior would bump into my hand with his crotch and several other things, and I got the feeling he was coming on to me.

One day he said, did you enjoy watching me the other day, I was surprised but said yes, he asked if I jacked off and I said yes, a lot. He told me we could go in the other room and do a mutual JO, I thought why not, since we were the only ones in the building. I have always considered myself a bisexual, so this did not bother me at all.

We rolled into the room and he immediately dropped his pants and showed his nice cock, already hard and ready to roll, I dropped my pants and got my 6″ uncut, fairly thick cock out and it started to immediately get hard. We stroked for a while when he reached over a grabbed my hand and put it on his cock, I stroked it and he returned the favor.

After a few minutes of this, he dropped to his knees and started sucking my cock, I was surprised sürmene escort but was enjoying it way to much to stop him, he was very good, and licked my balls and played with my ass, I was about ready to cum so I told him and he went faster and I unloaded into his mouth, he gobbled it up and swallowed it. As my cock popped out of his mouth he said he just got carried away and hopefully it wouldn’t hurt our relationship, I said no and offered to suck him off. He looked at me and said he didn’t know I did that, but I told him I did and enjoyed it.

I bent over and started to suck on his cock which was really hard, I could take it all and was able to lick his balls also, he told me I was very good at that and he was going to cum shortly, I had sucked before and taken loads but never swallowed, but I continued and felt him expanding and the first spurt came it was a lot and really caught me by surprise, so some of went right down my throat, the taste of his cum was actually pretty nice so I continued and I swallowed most of his huge load, but some dripped out of my mouth. When he withdrew his cock, I stood up and he really surprised me by kissing me, something I had never done, kiss another man, he said he really enjoyed my blow job and hoped we could do it again. That was not a problem.

We continued for a couple of weeks doing each other at work when we had some free time, one morning as we were leaving Junior said his roommate was out of town for a week if I would like to stop by, he smiled and said he would like to get me in a real bed, I was all in so we headed to his house.

When we got there, I discovered he was very organized (just like work), and it was a very comfortable place. He offered to make coffee, so I said sure and we headed into the kitchen. He quickly made the coffee and asked if I liked porn, which I definitely did, so he pulled out a bunch of magazines, half hetero and half gay, told me to look sivas escort I what I like. I grabbed a couple of the hetero porn mags, especially ones with anal sex in them (one of my kinks), he smiled and pulled out one of the gay ones and said I enjoy that also, we were looking at the magazines and rubbing each other when the coffee got done. We had a cup and chatted.

He told me he had went to New York City for about six months and how very different it was from our more laid back area. Said he got off the bus and immediately was hit up by guys promising all kinds of things including sex, he didn’t take any of them up because he had a friend who lived there and was picking him up. He said it was a very eventful 6 months, and he blew many cocks. His friend moved so he had to come back to where he knew and he came back home.

We finished out coffee and we went upstairs to his bedroom, we took showers and then headed to his bed. He had a TV and a very large VCR player, he told me he had gotten some great porn from New York and would I like to watch some, now I was very interested. He turned on the porn and it was two gay guys talking (acting was lousy) but sex was really hot, I watched and of course my cock was hard and he rubbed me as he commented on the sex. One guy of course had a monster cock, which Junior said he would like to suck and the proceeded to suck me, I was watching he was sucking and I was enjoying. I stopped him and we watched some more then I went down on him. He loved when I licked his balls and asked if I had ever rimmed a guy, I hadn’t and he explained it and showed me the guy doing it on the TV. I was mesmerized by how the guy seemed to be enjoying it.

We watched a little more and he asked if I wanted him to lick my ass, my ass is my most sexual spot on me when people play with it and even on occasion put their fingers in, so I said yes. He started and then I understood why the guy on the TV was taksim escort so into it. His tongue went in and out of my ass and I was hooked. Junior then surprised me, and I felt his fingers going in my ass, he looked up a me and said he really had wanted to fuck me, at this point I was in, had only been had that way a couple of times.

He gradually lifted my legs up and over his shoulders and started to insert, his cock was small so it was an easy fit and actually felt very good, he fucked me hard, then slow moved me to different positions, then I actually felt like was going to cum even though I wasn’t even touching my cock, I felt him tense up and he shot his load in my ass, he didn’t stop and next thing I knew he was getting hard again. He told me he was going to keep going if I was okay.

He was really going to town and talking dirty which made it even more hot. He told me he was going to fuck me till I couldn’t walk, I reached behind his ass as he was thrusting and stuck my finger in his ass and he shuttered and unloaded again. He told me that just made him cum when I fingered him. I was now really full of cum and he started licking around my ass as his cum was oozing out of my ass. I now wanted to fuck him but didn’t know if he was into receiving as well as giving.

I asked if I could fuck him and he smiled and said to take it slow because he hadn’t done it often, I said I would be very patient, I grabbed some lube and greased my cock and his ass, now my cock isn’t long but fairly thick, so it took some time before I popped my head in, I then stopped until I felt he was comfortable, didn’t have to wait long as he started pushing back against my cock, soon I was full in and started to thrust, first slowly then I picked up speed, he was very tight so I knew I wouldn’t last real long. Soon he was on top of me and was doing all the work and now it was only a matter of seconds before I came, I looked at him and he was smiling, that was very exotic for me.

We worked the night shift for about 6 months before I got drafted and had a continual relationship with lots of head and fucking, almost every night at his house or my apartment. Think it was when I realized I enjoyed gay sex more than hetero even though I enjoy them both. We had a nice relationship for the time we were together.

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All characters engaging in sexual acts are above the age of 18.

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It was sibling weekend! It’s similar to how many colleges had mom or dad’s weekend, but it was the siblings version of it. I’m an only child, but I loved seeing all the visiting brothers and sisters. I liked getting a glimpse into people’s home lives. I think it was a good window into what made them who they are.

Even though Patt and Elijah are both the oldest siblings in their families, they were childish as always and flipped a coin to decide when I would spend with each family!

“Do I get any say in this?”

“You could always veto,” Patt stated.

“You don’t have siblings anyway,” Elijah added.

As we finished lunch before going to pick up their siblings, a thought occurred to me. “Hey, if the three of us were siblings, which one would I be?”

“The youngest,” they said in unison.

“Hey!” I mock pouted.

“Case and point,” Elijah pointed to my face.

Oh, well, I guess they got me there.

“I’d obviously be the oldest,” Elijah declared.

“Really?” Patt quirked an eyebrow.

“Yup.” He stared back.

Out of everything, this is where they disagree? I rolled my eyes and laughed.

“Fine, I’ll hypothetically be the middle child.” Patt turned his head to look at me and winked. “And I get Brycen first!” He stuck his tongue out at Elijah, grabbed my hand, and made a run for it.

“Bring him back by 6!” Elijah yelled with a laugh after us.

Patt’s family was the typical family with two kids and a white fence, but with an added hippie vibe from his parents. He had one younger sibling, Jacob, who was basically his mini version at age 12. They looked so similar I bet their baby photos got mixed up all the time.

We took him out for ice cream, showed him around campus, then went to the main campus library, because Jacob really liked books.

We found a nice table in a corner next to a sunlit window.

Patt sat next to his brother. I sat across from Jacob, trying to get to know him during our limited time. He was only staying this afternoon, because his school had some field trip, while Elijah’s siblings were staying the night. I realized the guys flipped coins for nothing! Maybe they were just messing with me…

Jacob had choosen a few books that caught his eye. I brought study material from my classes. However, Patt came empty handed, rested his head on his arms, and immediately fell asleep!

“Is he always like this?” Jacob asked.

“Yes! He accompanies me to study at the library all the time, but all he does is sleep. Once I’m done studying, we usually get dinner or something. But your big bro’s so smart, he still scores absurdly high on all his exams without cracking open a textbook, physical or pdf.”

“That sounds like him,” he smiled fondly. “If only he’d make up his mind. Do you think he’ll stick to computer science?”

“I think he’s changed his major so many times, because he’s so smart and no subject is able to keep his interest, but so far, he doesn’t seem to be getting bored of CS. It might be a good fit for him. He’ll be good at whatever he decides on. Do you know what you’re interested in? You still have a lot of time to decide.”

“I like architecture.” He showed me the titles of the books he’d grabbed. “It’s a cool mix of math and creativity, I think.”

“That is cool!”

I listened to more of his interests. He had a wonderfully imaginitive mind and was bright. He was a good kid. After chatting for a little bit more, we fell into a comfortable silence as we focused on our materials.

I was absorbed in my textbook when Jacob asked out of nowhere, “Do you like my brother?”

“What? Oh, um… what do you mean?” Crap! Patt’s still asleep! I tried kicking him under the table to wake him up, but he was too far away.

“Because he really likes you. At first I thought Brycen was a girl’s name, you know, like one of my friends whose a girl but named Blake. But now I get it. It’d be great if you liked him back.” He looked at me so matter of fact!

“Yes, I do!”

“That’s good,” He went back to reading his book.

“Uhm, Jacob?”

“Yeah?”

I leaned in closer and whispered, “Do you think your parents would care, um, that I’m not a girl?”

“No, but you should say um less. Patt always tells me to speak with confidence.”

“That’s good advice, thank you.”

He returned to his book.

Patt and Elijah laughed so hard their eyes teared when I told them about it later.

……

After dropping off Jacob, Patt had a group project to work on, so I went to Elijah’s place.

Elijah was the oldest of 7. The three oldest after him were visiting. They looked so different from Elijah! While Elijah was tall and bulky, a body made for football, the second oldest, Ryan, was a junior in high school and sultangazi escort while equally tall, was skinny as could be. He was the president of his high school, which was awesome. We shared a taste in music, and he was into magic tricks, so I taught him the one card trick I know that thankfully he didn’t, and I was in awe of all the cool ones he showed me.

Elijah also had 14 year old fraternal twins. The girl, Vicky, was very soft spoken, and Elijah was adorable towards her. He doted on her like a princess. She was easy to talk to. The boy, Varick, was more of a punk. Elijah was going to have his hands full the next few years with him.

Later in the evening, Varick’s eyes narrowed. “Why does Elijah treat you like he does my sister.?” Thinking back, the past few hours, he would place food on mine and Vicky’s plates, wouldn’t let either of us help clean up the table, let us choose what movies to watch. I hadn’t realized…

“Varick, don’t you have some homework or something to do?” Elijah cut in.

“Fuck, homework!”

“Language!”

“It’s not like school’s going to do anything for me. I’m not good at school like Ryan or good at sports like you or liked by people like my sister. I’m going to end up a loser like dad, so why even try.”

First, Elijah lost it and chewed him out. Then, he channeled that tough love into an uplifting speech. In just a few minutes, he had all his siblings around the table doing homework, plenty of snacks, and playing relaxing music in the background.

I felt a new emotion buzz through me. I excused myself to leave the room quietly.

When Elijah found me a few minutes later, I was on his bed, my hand down my pants, fingering myself. I forgot to lock the door!

“Damn, what’s this?”

“I need you to fuck me or close the door from the other side.”

Elijah locked the door and ripped my pants down my legs. Oh! He positioned himself behind me. I felt him jerking himself to full hardness, bumping into me from behind. He slicked up his cock with the lube on his bedside table and pushed against my entrance. He sloooowly entered me.

I bit his pillow to muffle any noise.

His fat cock stretched me so good. So much better than my fingers! He slipped past my ring and hit home. I moaned loudly into the pillow. This is what I needed.

He pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Elijah leaned over me, nuzzling my neck and wrapping his arms tightly around me. My body was vibrating. His balls hit my thighs with every forceful thrust.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what got you so hot and bothered?”

“Hmm! You were so hot! I don’t know why, but – ugh! – watching you be a big brother slash father figure to your siblings was – mhm – such a turn on.”

I felt his smile against my neck. He kissed down my spine. That was all the warning I got.

His weight crushed me against the bed, just his hips pulling back and slamming into me over and over. I couldn’t breath, and I loved his weight on me as he fucked me with abandon. I spread my legs wider, inviting him deeper. He bit and mauled my neck. His efforts slammed us farther up the bed. His arms wrapped underneath me to use my shoulders to pull my entire body against him as he thrust into me.

I barely reached my leaking dick to stroke it and came, jerking underneath this force of a man. He used my pliant body to finish himself off. I shivered again as his hot come squirted and covered my insides.

……

The rest of siblings weekend went off without a hitch. Patt joined us on Saturday, and Elijah’s siblings left that evening.

We were lounging around after Sunday morning pancakes from the dorm cafeteria when Elijah spoke up. “So, is it my turn again to choose?”

“What restaurant you want for lunch? I’m still pretty stuffed.” I asked.

He laughed. “No, babe, what our next sexy time adventure will be.”

“You’re so lame, dude! But I guess it is your turn again.” Patt laughed and agreed.

Elijah turned to me. “Well, remember when you said…”

I was a little surprised when he told us.

……

Elijah stripped and sat on a wooden chair I had found in one of the house rec rooms.

“Should we use rope?”

“I like using rope,” Patt stated.

“Elijah, I think you’d look really hot with your muscles bulging tied up,” I admitted.

“Come on Eagle Scout, tie me up with your best!”

“Gladly.” Patt used similar ties to the one he had for me before. Elijah was tied down at 4 points, all extremities, and a diamond shaped rope across his chest following the groves of his pec muscles. He could pretty much only move his hips.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked him.

“Yeah, babe. I’ve heard the orgasm is killer.”

“Okay,” I kissed him thoroughly. “Are you hard already?”

“Yeah, your little kisses always turn me on.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. I sat on his lap sideways and kissed him more. I moaned in his mouth as he took over the kiss. Elijah might have been suluova escort the one naked and tied up, but he dominated my mouth. I had no sense of time as his tongue swirled around and around in mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, trying to pull our mouths even closer than how they were already crushed together. He bit my lip and swiped his tongue over it.

“Hmmm.”

I sucked on his wide tongue gently at first then increased the pressure.

My left hand traveled down his chest, fondling his huge pec between the ropes. My hand couldn’t even cover the span of it.

I continued to his hard abs, running over the tight grooves of each, until I found his cock. Elijah’s breath stuttered. I held him firmly and jerked him base to tip.

“Yeah, babe.” His kisses increased in intensity. He pumped his hips up into my hand even with my entire weight on his thighs.

Wait! I forgot the whole point of this. I reluctantly pulled away. His mouth chased mine and growled. I slipped off his lap, trying to orient myself, and found Patt leisurely lounging on the floor with heavy lids stroking his cock.

“It was hot seeing you both get lost in the moment. Now, I kind of get why Elijah wants to watch,” he said.

Elijah smiled while I was embarassed again for some reason.

“Do I get a kiss?”

“Yes, of course!” I shyly approached him as he got up.

Patt gripped my face in his hands, tipping my head back as far as it’d go, and devoured my mouth. All I could do was hold onto the front of his shirt for dear life.

I heard Elijah groan next to us. When Patt finally released me, I was panting like I’d run a marathon. Patt’s eyes were blown. Elijah’s chest was rising and falling, too.

Patt turned me so my back was to Elijah and pulled the back of my pants and underwear down, showing Elijah the curve of my ass cheeks and the beginning of my crack.

He slid a finger down my crack, up and down, going farther down each time until he reached my hole. He jiggled his finger against it! “Oh!”

Patt pulled my clothes back into place and turned me sideways.

My shirt had buttons today, and Patt kissed and licked every inch of exposed skin as he undid each one slowly. By the time he made it to my navel, I was shivering in delight. He tongued my belly button. I yelped, caressing his hair. Elijah was licking his lips like he was anticipating a delicious meal.

Patt gently slipped my pants off. I kicked them to the side. Patt turned me again, this time my front facing Elijah, as he ran his hands all over my body, avoiding my nipples and groin. Just caressing every other part of my soft skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

He mouthed my neck. I tilted my head for more. I could feel how heavy my eyelids were. Hmmm, he played my body so well! Each touch was filled with care and desire. He stroked my flat stomach and thighs.

“Patt…” I breathlessly pleaded.

“Yes, angel?”

“Please…”

“Touch him, Patt! Fondle his begging dick.” Elijah’s gruff voice filled the room.

Patt skimmed the top of my underwear. My dick was hard and had grown so the tip was poking slightly out. He brushed over it. I whimpered. He returned to my thighs and found my balls, massaging them one after the other. I wiggled in his embrace. Elijah’s eyes were glued to me. His cock pointing spiritedly up.

Patt tantalizingly rubbed my dick over my underwear.

“Yes, Patt! Hmm, more!”

He shoved his hand under the cloth and jerked me thoroughly. He nipped my neck, leaving marks, then focused on my earlobe.

“Yeaaah… Mhmm…”

He abruptly spun me around again. Hooked his thumbs in my waistband and slowly lowered my underwear to my thighs. I couldn’t see, but I felt Elijah’s eyes on my ass like a physical caress. Someone grunted. Someone whined. The latter was probably me.

Patt squeezed and fondled my ass cheeks. He smooshed them together and followed with light smacks. I moaned and arched my back for more. He spread my cheeks wide. I could feel the air on my exposed, clenching, pink hole.

“I want it,” Elijah stated.

Patt walked me back, spreading my cheeks as wide as he could, and-

“OH!”

Elijah licked and sucked my entrance.

Patt told me to hold my cheeks wide and hold still. I did as I was told. Patt pulled back to undo his pants.

Elijah’s tongue speared into me.

“Elijah!! So good! You make me feel so good, ah!” I could barely hold myself up, but I did it.

Patt’s cock was in my face. Between my shouts of pleasure, he was able to slip right in.

“Hgghm! Mhhmmggmm!” I pushed back more, and Elijah dug his tongue deeper. Patt pushed all the way down my throat and ground into me. Oh yes!

Patt petted my hair, feeling himself through my cheek, and pounded into me a few more times.

Elijah nipped my ass cheek. Oh!

“Delicious,” he commented.

Then licked and suctioned my hole. Ooohhh!!

Patt righted me and pulled my underwear back up! Noooo!

“Patt??”

“Yes, angel?”

I sungurlu escort fidgeted in my horniness. “Paaatt.” I needed so badly!

“Why don’t you return the favor to Elijah? He licked you so good, right?”

That was distracting enough. I fell to my knees and swallowed Elijah’s cock.

Elijah shouted in joy. His muscles straining underneath the rope was one of my new favorite things!

Patt slipped his hand under the back of my underwear. He drew circles around my entrance with a lubed finger and slipped it inside. I sucked Elijah more enthusiastically. He swirled around and pumped in and out of me.

“Are you going to cream in your underwear from sucking Elijah off?” Patt emphasized by running a hand over the front of my briefs and added a second finger, scissoring in me followed by focusing on my pleasure button.

I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned around Elijah’s length as I was overwhelmed by the pleasure. I gasped and choked on his cock when my orgasm rolled through me. My come wet the white fabric of my briefs. I could feel the mess I’d made.

I popped off Elijah’s monster cock to catch my breath. Though Patt kept playing with my hole, streching it.

Elijah seemed close, too close for me to take his entire length in my mouth anymore, though he strained in his binds, silently asking for it.

I gave him a few small kittenish licks to drive him wild! He gasped.

His cock was red and angry, and I loved it. Elijah’s eyes were glazed over and heated. Another bead of precome built at the head. I mouthed his head then slot my lips around his tip and sucked the fluid out of him. He shouted!

I did it again, keeping eye contact with him. His neck muscles strained, keeping his orgasm at bay by sheer force of will.

“I- I-” He stuttered.

I gave him a reprieve, only enough for his body to relax for but a second or two, then jerked his cock. His body locked up, and I released. I jacked, he locked, I released. Elijah was sweating bullets. This was awesome!

When I let go, his head rolled back then snapped up and gave me a look between frowning and amusement.

Patt picked me up by the waist, completely lifting me in the air! I loved being reminded of how strong they are. He must have undressed in the meantime as he pulled my back to his fully naked front.

“Want to see what a mess our naughty angel has made?” Patt hooked a thumb in the front of my underwear waistband.

“Yeah!” Elijah responded.

He pulled my briefs down to expose my dick getting harder and harder, glistening with my drying come.

I lifted my knees so Patt could remove them completely. Instead of tossing them to the side like I thought he would, he wiped my come, handed it to me, and released me.

Ohh, I know what his evil grin was saying.

I walked over to Elijah unhurridly, him eating me up in my approach.

I straddled his legs and brought my come soaked underwear around his cock to jerk him. We all groaned in unison with my first grip.

I moved my come soaked underwear grip up and down him lightly at first. I had turned the fabric so my come got all over his big cock. His precome mixed in with it. In my excitement, I gripped tighter and tighter, until it was maybe a little too rough for him, but he seemed to be enjoying it.

“Fuck, babe, fuck! Ah yeah!”

I palmed his abs, feeling his rippling muscles. Elijah was gasping on the few breaths he could take in.

Patt kissed the side of my neck. “That’s enough for now, angel.”

“But it’s so fun!”

Elijah’s eye’s flashed in pain and ecstasy.

“He’s going to blow, and we wouldn’t want that yet, would we?”

I stopped and threw my underwear on the ground.

Elijah threw his head back and arched his body as if he couldn’t help doing so. His cock looked obscene! Huge and inflexible!

I crawled back between Elijah’s legs on the floor.

Patt stood next to Elijah. From between Elijah’s legs, I sucked Patt. Elijah’s eyes were glued to my mouth sliding up and down. I slurped enthusiastically. Elijah groaned in unison with Patt, as if Patt’s pleasure was his own.

Patt’s hand in my hair tightened, pulling me off and onto Elijah’s cock! He pushed me down once.

“Fuck!!” Elijah yelled.

The second time, I deep throated him all the way. Elijah’s mouth was open on a silent shout. I could taste a hint of myself on his smooth, hard length.

Patt pulled me off and brought me back to his own, leisurely bobbing my head up and down his length. I increased my suction. Hmm Patt pulled my hair in pleasure. “Dude, it’s like he’s sucking my essence out of my cock. You want some more?”

I slid my eyes to Elijah. He was practically hyperventalating at this point.

Patt guided me back to Elijah’s throbbing member. His veins were sticking out along his cock like popart.

“Suckle just the head,” Patt ordered. Elijah made a manly sounding whine, until I did, and it turned into a desperate groan. “He’s so close, I can feel it. Damn.” Patt turned my head and face fucked into me!

“Hmmphgh!!” I loved his roughness. I couldn’t help jerking myself as he did.

He pumped in and out then grinded deep in me, until he suddenly pulled out.

“Uh! Uh! I almost came.” He took deep breathes, trying to calm down. “You’re too good angel.” He slammed back into me. “You’re too pretty. You’re too – Ugh! – Ugh!!” He pulled out again. “Damn.” I smiled wide.

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Caught and Sissified Pt. 01

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Here’s a new story I’ve been working on. Hope you enjoy. It involves blackmail and dubious consent with a dominant big black man blackmailing a white femboy. All characters are 18 or older.

Finally moved in. Still only eighteen and just moved into my own place. Well, my own place that I share with three other people, two being my closest friends from high school Grace and Ben. Grace is gorgeous, with silky brown hair and average height with the face of an angel. She usually always has a smile on that makes those light brown eyes of hers shimmer. I’ve had a crush on her ever since she moved here our junior year, but I’ve never had the courage to tell her how I feel. Not that she’d ever return my feelings since she seems to have a type and not the short, nerdy, effeminate boys like me, not that I’d ever admit to being effeminate even though it’s so hard to argue with the wide hips I have that makes my butt look big paired with a slim waist and narrow shoulders. I just look like a girl and I’ve been confused for one many times over.

Ben, like me, is short, nerdy and slim. We’re both a little on the shy side and he too is… effeminate. Not that he would ever admit it either. He shares my figure, but he has a tighter rear from running cross-country. I guess we just both have that bubble butt that most guys seem to drool over in women. Except mine has a little more cushion to it even though I’m rather skinny above the waist. We may share the same color of blue eyes, however, unlike my blonde shaggy hair, his is red.

Ben and I have been best friends for as long as we can remember and somehow Grace became our friend when she transferred schools. Neither Ben nor I can figure out why someone as beautiful as Grace would ever want to be our friend, but it turns out that we have a lot in common, including a love of books, tabletop RPG games, and all things nerdy.

We managed to snag a fourth person to room with us off social media, who none of us have ever met before but is also a nerd like us. His name is Xavi and apparently, he’s a big streamer.

Grace, Ben, and I all moved in the same day, hauling a huge trailer with all of our combined things before loading it and spending the rest of the day unpacking after we decided who got what room. Somehow we managed to snag a rental house not far from the community college we’re attending and it’s within walking distance.

Eventually, Xavi finally arrives and he’s short, slim, and obviously Hispanic. He wears just a plain white T-shirt with shorts. His black silky smooth hair is short and a little messy. Like Ben and I, he too is on the short side, and a bit on the feminine side of things when it comes to his looks. However, unlike Ben and I, he’s loud and obnoxious. He’s also not afraid to state his opinion. “I see you all have already picked your rooms and whatnot. Thanks for waiting.”

The three of us trade looks of concern, this is not off to a good start. He simply shrugs. “It’s fine. As long as we can get internet ASAP, I don’t care. I just need to get back to streaming. I’m actually pretty successful, relatively speaking. Of course, with streaming it’s all about making as much controversial content as possible. You guys watch my stream, right? I’m sure you have.”

None of us really knew what to say as none of us had even heard of him before he reached out to become our roommate. He only shrugs as his eyes drift to Grace, looking her up and down. “You can definitely come on my stream sometime. Especially if you want to start a stream yourself. I can give you a huge boost in subscribers. Besides, you’re hot and we would make a great internet couple.”

I can’t help but feel a stab of jealousy. Grace awkwardly shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she stares down at the ground, her face burning hot red. “Uh thanks, but I’m not really into all the attention. I prefer to watch rather than be watched. Besides, we hardly know each other and right now I kinda want to focus on school. But I appreciate the offer.”

“Whatever, well, I got to get unpacked so I can get streaming as soon as possible,” he says as he seems to snub his nose up at Grace.

The three of us trade looks that say what we can’t vocally. This is going to be a long year.

“Wow…” Grace says as she stares beyond us, biting her lip. Both Ben and I turn around to see the neighbor, a giant of a black man, without a shirt, showing off a body carved from stone without sıhhiye escort an ounce of fat. He looks like a professional athlete and has tattoos covering his massive arms, leaving his ripped abs untouched. He sports a neatly trimmed black beard and perfectly cut mustache matching his neatly styled short curly black hair that has a fade to the sides. His eyes seem to drift over to us and he gives us a warm smile with a wave before he heads back inside. “Just wow. He is so hot. Seriously, did you see the 8 pack on him?”

I can’t help but sigh as the jealousy I felt earlier just got doused in gasoline and ignited with a flameflower. No way I could ever compete with that. Next to a real man like him, I’m just a boy… No… a girly boy.

—

With all the unpacking done and lunch on top of that, the trash was overflowing, so I took it upon myself to haul it out. There’s a giant trash can on the side of the house where the driveway runs along and as I toss it in someone calls over. I turn around to see that fucking giant of a black man from earlier walking over from next door. “You must be the new neighbor moving in. Nice to meet ya, I’m Garence.”

He reaches out with his massive hand and out of politeness, I place mine in his tight grip that totally engulfs it. He’s far older, most likely in his late thirties if I had to guess. He towers over me with my head only coming up to his chest. “Hi… I… I’m Juelz.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you. I take it you’re attending the college?” he asks, finally letting go of my hand. I nod and he smiles. “Well good. What do you plan on studying?”

I can only shrug. “Honestly, I… I don’t know. I was rather hoping I’d figure that out. I guess that’s why I decided to go to a community college.”

He gives me a warm smile that makes my knees weak. “Nothing wrong with that. Saving money that way. Well, hey, I just wanted to greet the new neighbors. If you or your roommates need anything, feel free to knock on my door. Maybe we can have a little barbecue or something. I’ll let you get back to it, I’m sure you’ve got plenty to do on the first day inside a new house. Again, just holler if you want anything.”

I nod as he gives me a wink and walks away. My heart is still racing inside my chest and I can’t figure out why. He was just so big and tall. Like a fricken frost giant. I don’t doubt he could easily manhandle me no problem. God, I don’t even have a chance with Grace if he ever decides to make a move on her. And oddly, that’s not at all what I was thinking when he came over. I don’t really know what I was thinking. I guess I just couldn’t help but imagine how easily he could do whatever wanted to me and there really wouldn’t be anything I could do to stop him.

I walk back in and shake off the feeling burning inside me. We spend the rest of the day getting the utilities set up and when we finally get done, it’s getting a little late. Ben and Grace head out to eat while I get my computer all set up. I’m on a rather tight budget and can’t really afford to go out to eat. Especially with weed being so expensive lately. You have to pick your battles. Obviously only being eighteen, I can’t legally buy it myself, which only increases the price with an added risk.

Speaking of weed, I can’t help but pack up my little oney and sneak outside to take a few rips.

I notice my neighbor outside, sitting on his porch reading and hopefully, he doesn’t see me.

As I creep into the backyard, I pull out the oney case, pack it up with the weed and let it rip. One hit isn’t enough, and neither is the second. After the third, I feel much better. But four will be perfect. However, as I light it up, a flash goes off and I don’t even realize that my neighbor has walked up on me. “Smoking weed, huh?”

My eyes go wide as I look up at him as he holds out his phone to capture it all. “I bet there’s no way you’re old enough to smoke and I don’t think you want an MIP charge, do you?”

My eyes go wide as my heart races with the thought of what my parents would do if I had to call them from jail. “Please, don’t call the cops.”

“Maybe I won’t have to. Come, let’s discuss this over at my house,” he says with a nod before he turns around and leads the way.

My chest tightens as my breathing speeds up. I can’t believe this. I just got caught smoking weed by the big brute of a neighbor and he could easily şırnak escort turn me into the cops which would ruin my life. I have no choice but to follow him over to his house and see what he wants. Hopefully, there’s something I can do to get out of this.

I follow him up to his door and he holds it open for me to step inside. I notice the fact that he locks it behind him. His place is rather surprisingly clean and well-kept. He doesn’t have a TV but keeps a recliner next to a table and lamp along with a couch across from it.

His hand braces my back and he guides me over to the couch where we both take a seat. “You’re lucky I’m the one who caught you and not a cop. You could’ve screwed up the rest of your life with a charge, even one as small as a MIP. Trust me, I know. I got a charge years ago and spent a whole decade in prison. It would’ve been impossible to get a job if I didn’t have good friends,” he says, his hand still on my back.

“Are you not going to turn me in to the police?” I ask, feeling the anxiety ball up in my throat. I swallow it down.

“That depends. What are you willing to do for me?” he asks with a sly grin.

Once again, I swallow down the rising panic in my throat. “I… I don’t have any money.”

“Money isn’t what I want from you,” he says, his grin growing hard as he slowly starts rubbing my back. Suddenly, it clicks.

My eyes go wide at the realization of what he wants. “I… I’m not gay… I mean… At least I don’t think so.”

He only shrugs. “It doesn’t really matter if you’re gay or not. What matters is, what are you willing to do to keep out of trouble?”

I swallow the fear stuck in my throat and feel my mouth go completely dry. This man could break me and there’s nothing I could do about it. Now he’s clearly blackmailing me and I have no choice but to obey. It’s either that or getting an MIP. And yet, the hot burning feeling inside me makes me feel so weak and vulnerable. The crazy part of this is that even though I’m terrified right now, I also feel a little excited. It doesn’t make sense as my heart races inside my chest. “I don’t have a choice but to do whatever you want. It’s either that or get into trouble with the law.”

He smiles. “You’re not stupid. That’s good. I think you’ll definitely enjoy this anyway. I want you to take your clothes off and get down on your knees in front of me.”

My heart nearly rips out of my chest as it feels like ants are crawling all around inside my stomach. Knowing I have no choice, I reluctantly stand up and slowly take off my shirt before pulling down my shorts, kicking off my shoes in the process. I can’t help but hesitate as I look at the man who is clearly enjoying my torment. “Go on. Let’s see that sexy ass of yours.”

My heart jumps into my throat at the comment and I swallow it back down. No one’s ever called me sexy before. I take a deep breath and tug my briefs down off my ass, letting them fall to the floor. Here I stand in front of a man I just met, completely naked.

I can’t stop my hands from covering up my private parts. He only chucks as he leans over and grabs both of my wrists, moving them out of the way. “Well, shit. Ain’t that a cute little dickklet. One of the smallest I’ve ever seen. What is it, three inches?”

“Four…” I mutter as I choke back the tears. Humiliation leaves a chill across my bare skin.

“Don’t get all embarrassed, I like it. I think it’s adorable. You really should reconsider your sexuality. I don’t think any woman would care to be with a little sissy like you with a dick smaller than her toes.” His words really strike at the heart of me and I can’t help but feel like I’m not a man at all. I can’t even fight back the tears.

“But a man would kill to own you. That ass was born to be fucked. Such a fat ass for a tiny frame.” He reaches over and grabs a handful of my ass and before I know it, he pulls me into his lap. My eyes go wide as he kisses me right on the lips. His tongue sinks deep between them as his hand grips my butt. I’ve never kissed anyone before and to experience my first kiss with a man is completely and utterly… not all that bad. I feel so small in his lap and the way he grabs and kneads my ass so possessively makes me feel desired.

He finally breaks the kiss and I’m left breathless. He looks me in my eyes, sending a chill down my back. “Here’s the deal, you little sissy. If you suck my dick aydın escort right now, I won’t call the cops.”

I look into his eyes and bite my lip. “That… that’s all?”

“Yep. Unless you want more?” he says with a smirk.

The breath catches in my throat. “I’ll do it.”

“Good, now why don’t you sink down on your knees between my legs and get ready to have your first taste of a real man’s cock,” he says and I obey, sliding off him and sinking down on my knees between his thighs. A deep feeling of overwhelming heat simmers all the way deep down in my tummy as I watch him pull down his shorts to reveal the biggest dick I have ever seen. It must at least be eight inches long and as thick as a baseball bat.

He smirks at my wide-eyed, jaw-gaping expression. “Like what you see?”

“I just never have seen anything so big,” I say, trying to calm down. This is all so much to process. My first day at my new house and here I am, on my knees in the nude about to suck a black man’s cock. What in the hell have I gotten myself into? I never even considered myself gay, but then my hand wraps around his big fat cock and a jolt of heat goes right through me. It’s so hard and heavy. My hand can’t even reach all the way around. Of course, my hands have never been all that big, and with his gigantic cock grasped between my fingers, they’ve never looked smaller.

I can’t take my eyes off his dick. It’s just so massive. A black behemoth. I feel his hands in my hair, guiding my mouth to his big fat dick and there’s no way I can fight it. I just accept the tip between my lips. Coming to realize it’s nowhere near as bad as I ever feared. I kinda like the taste. Musky and salty.

I lick and suck on the head, twirling my tongue around the tip before taking more of his cock into my mouth. Honestly, sucking his dick feels kinda natural. He moans as I stroke his long fat shaft while I slurp on the head. He’s not circumcised and yet his dick is so hard his head is fully out. I gobble down his dick, taking as much of it as I can inside my mouth, forcing my jaw to stretch wide open before I gag. I can’t help but let it fall out of my mouth as I choke and sputter from the first time I’ve ever taken a cock in my mouth. I look up at his phone pointed right at my face as he films the entire thing. A sudden chill of fear rushes right through me as my eyes go wide. “You’re… you’re filming this?”

“Oh hell yeah. Do you really think this is going to be the first and last time you’re sucking my dick? No, you’re going to be my little cocksucking sissy from now on,” he says with a smirk as he grabs my head and plunges his dick back inside my mouth. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever had a blow job this good. Are you sure this is your first time?”

He doesn’t let me answer as he slowly rocks his hips up into me, making me gag again as the tip of his dick pushes into the back of my mouth. I can’t even process the calamity of sinking deeper into this man’s clutches as I struggle to breathe while he slowly fucks my face, tightening his grip on my hair. I grip his hips and just take it. I feel absolutely dominated by this man. There’s nothing I can do but take it. I’m at his complete mercy and I know I should be absolutely repulsed and disgusted by it. I don’t know why I’m not. Even as I choke and gag on his dick with spit drooling down my chin, I feel like I’m on fire. Sweat breaks out all over my body. My hands shake even though I hang onto him for dear life.

The feeling of having his dick in my mouth with him taking his pleasure from me has me melting. He stands up with me lodged on his dick and furiously fucks my face. He then shoves his dick as far inside my mouth as he can while I choke and gag, tears streaming down my face. I force myself to swallow and suddenly his dick sinks all the way down my throat, smashing my nose against his pelvis. He holds his dick there for one long minute and I feel it swell and suddenly burst with a hot thick liquid spilling down my throat. He finally pulls out of my throat, filling my entire mouth up with a load of his strong, musky cum. Some of it spills out of the corner of my lips before I can swallow it down. Another load splatters across my tongue before he finally lets his dick slip out of my mouth, leaving a final streak that splatters across my face. He lets his still massive softening dick rest across my cum-covered face and I open my eyes to see him pointing his phone down at me, getting a money shot.

It hits me in full force, realizing that I’m going to be spending a lot of time on my knees at my neighbor’s house for the foreseeable future.

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Bathhouse Heaven Ch. 65

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A Friday at the local baths is normally full, but the crowd on the first Friday after Christmas surprised me, though perhaps it shouldn’t have considering my own horniness. It was not possible to know how many of the men, pairs and singles, walking from the streetcar stop and on the sidewalk were going to the bathhouse, however I picked up my pace, being the third person in line, 5 minutes before opening.

Undressing was straightforward even in conditions that led to the locker room rapidly filling up. It also took little time to order and drink a glass of beer, followed by going upstairs. Where, unsurprisingly, nothing was happening. I took out my poppers and a couple of condoms, then returned to the locker room to put away the small black bag.

Going downstairs naked, turning at the landing to see the cubbyhole wall had several towels, the first goal was obvious. That being the whirlpool, which unfortunately was bubbling in typical fashion. There was a couple and two uninvolved men, but the idea of going into the steam room first won out.

Entering, there were several men in the front, and what sounded like fucking in the rear. Going to the back, my outstretched fingers touched a man, who turned out to be uninterested. However, this initial contact led to discovering a pair in the middle and getting involved with them. My hand started to run over a back, with his hand responding by starting to feel my bush. We began to tease each other, with me reaching further around.

They were face to face, but not so close that my hand was unable to start jacking them off together, pressing their lengths. A hand from the left soon found my cock, then another from the right, turning us into a complete threesome. My cock joined, first touching the man to my left, then to the right, leading to playing cock to cock in various combinations. When the man to my left went down on me, I almost came it felt so incredibly good, so much better than memory or imagination ever is.

The baths are a place to always get head, with 100% certainty at ten different bathhouses over the years. That the local bathhouse is basically the best in so many ways compared to the others is just fortunate, making a visit simple when fantasizing is no longer enough. Though it does have by far the worst sling I have encountered, a fairly minor complaint. I have had some truly memorable sex in a couple of different slings, but consider a sling an accessory, one that is not central like a good steam room. I have been in at least two bathhouses where the steam room was far too hot to stay in for more than a couple of minutes, which is a serious flaw.

I have not been much of a regular bathhouse visitor over the last half year, meaning this sort of event becomes a bit challenging. Especially after doing a hit from the poppers bottle, unable to wait longer to fall under the scent’s magic spell when getting head. The poppers turned me into a total slut, cock being fed by a stranger into the mouth of another bent over stranger. After he straightened, rubbing his length against mine, we began kissing intensely, tongues playing. One of the most addictive truths about having sex with men is just how hot it feels to kiss naked, cock to cock, getting lost in paradise.

Having a third cock to touch şişli escort and play with as we kissed just added to the uninhibited pleasure. Our cocks continued creating pure male bliss, even as other men approached and left, minor distractions in comparison to the intense sensations we were creating as a mutually jacking threesome, with lots of nipple play. However, the continued temptation to cum after doing more hits from the brown bottle meant I left the steam after 15 minutes. The whirlpool was full and bubbling, so I showered and dried off before going back upstairs.

By now, a certain mood could be felt, one different from my preferred weekdays. Though we had enjoyed the mutual cock contact in the warm dampness, the people around us had seemed to be somehow uninvolved. No sounds of sucking or sex could be heard, as if we were the only three having sex among a steadily growing number of people.

The next hour and a half pretty much confirmed my opinion about not only how a larger crowd reduces the fun, but also possesses a more stereotypical male orientation. For example, wanting what they wanted, without putting in any effort at all. This is not exactly an accusation, as even the men acting in customary fashion had little luck. Two men laying on their stomachs and one on his back in booths had absolutely no partner over at least a 3/4 hour stretch. The same thing seemed to happen in the darkroom, where three men basically blocked any possibility to go to the middle of platform for at least a 1/2 hour.

I go to a male only sauna for pure male sex, which occurs less frequently as a percentage when crowded, or to be somewhat flippant, when the guests are more gay. Men certainly do not have to be gay to be selfish, uninterested in any pleasure but their own. This can be described as an effect of the visitors being gay, as compared to bi or even straight in the sense of generally having sex with women. But today differed from that gay observation by another measure, involving the number of touch and abrupt go encounters if a cock is less than rigid. For the past hour, very few men were actually even that active in exploring the possibilities around them.

The second time in the steam bath was much more crowded, with a threesome happening in the front section. Deciding to sit close on the bench to watch, beginning to get a bit hard. One man left, and as the standing man mouth fucked the man sitting near me, he reached over to press my head to go down on his cock sucker. The sort of thing I could respect, even if such direct control does not interest me particularly, being more likely to not do it. Having a cock fill my mouth was hot, but short, as he moved my head away.

Since there appeared little chance of this scene becoming more mutually satisfying, I had already decided to wander on when the standing man’s hand returned to force my head down. This time, I simply did not give in, standing and leaving. In the back nothing seemed to be happening, even with the space fairly full. I worked my way to sit on the rear bench, with no contact. Standing up, the space had become very crowded, making it quite difficult to leave, again without any sign that anyone was actually intending to sivas escort initiate any sort of sexual activity.

Back upstairs, that observation did not apply to someone setting up in the sling room. I almost joked about how uncomfortable the sling really was, but decided he did not need the interruption, pulling what seemed a can of coconut oil from a good sized bag on the floor, setting it on a spread towel. At least this time checking things out, a couple of booths were in use, even if not the ones where the same men were waiting for someone to get off with.

There was a bit of action in the porn room, but nothing developed there either. As is the case with any bathhouse visit, luck plays a real role that can not be overlooked. Even if the individual odds on a crowded day go down, with areas too full to allow easy movement or free wheeling contact, situations constantly shift, allowing opportunity to be discovered. Yes, learning when to leave to avoid ongoing frustration is a necessary skill after becoming a regular visitor, but a crowded day changes the math a bit. After all, there were still men waiting in booths, even if the darkroom remained strangely blocked by seemingly the same men.

Downstairs, the bubbling whirlpool was full, so I entered the steam room. Which turned out to be fairly empty, though with the inviting sound of a blow job in the dim rear section. This time conditions were ideal, with the right number of people plus the fact that sex was happening. Going to the back, my eyes accustomed to low light, I saw a couple, the man sitting on the bench giving head to another. Joining easily with the man whose cock was getting sucked, following the familiar routine of lightly running a hand over his back.

You never quite know whether someone is interested in another participant, not that finding out is ever a difficulty. Even when men arrive as a pair, the reality of the baths involves having sex with a variety of partners. Though certainly not everyone here is interested in group sex, for most men resisting it when horny is difficult. A certain amusing truth is that when encountering a pair, it can happen that one does not want another man joining in while the other definitely wants an additional stranger to play with too. This situation is more common than both having no interest.

The most common response was the one happening now, the standing man playing with my growing cock while I played with his nipples and started kissing his neck, letting a hand roam over and between his ass cheeks. The way he used his hand gripping my rod to position me closer to the cock sucker was encouraging. Even more encouraging was feeling a hand curling around the back of my thigh, pulling me closer. At this point, I began playing with one of the sitting man’s nipples as my other hand went to the base of the sucked man’s bush. Soon feeding his cock into the other man’s mouth, feeling how the slippery spit made my hand glide over his gorgeous rigid shaft.

Someone was lightly brushing the hair under my balls while the other began jacking me off, an exquisite combination that had me moaning in pure satisfaction. When my cock head began sliding over the other man’s shaft, it became clear that it was the cock sucker doing siverek escort it, making me talk dirty about how good it felt to be cock to cock. Anticipation of what would come next made me hornier, just letting the pleasure happen as the sensitive slit of my cock began receiving skilled attention.

Attention that kept expanding, only slowly realizing that my cock was now being sucked as the hairs under my balls continued to be lightly caressed. The standing man began to kiss my nipple, turning me into a complete slut. I put a leg on the bench, aware that this made plain the desire to have my hole played with too. This was also the last action involving thought taken by me, sinking ever deeper into a glorious haze of pure bathhouse bliss, having sex with two strangers who knew exactly how to make a man their total slave.

All of us demonstrating utter devotion to taking advantage of what the baths offer, somehow not in a crowd even with how full today had become. Words make what was happening seem more structured than the actual state I was in, letting myself be helplessly used for mutual pleasure. A hand started to roam over my ass, promising further welcome sensations. Having been in the role of the cock sucker on the bench many times over the year, his desire to have me cum was obvious.

On the other hand, my desire at the baths is to play as long as possible. When a man demands, requests, or begs that I cum, my answer always involves pointing out there are more men to have sex with. I go to the baths not just to cum, but to go down on more sexy cocks than I can count, poppered and jacking off in the steam bath or dark room. Or losing track of the number of mouths that have kissed me, or the men that have played with my nipples. Such extended sessions generally do not end in orgasm, and it is only after going home that I masturbate, writing the first lines about the preceding visit.

When a finger began touching my hole, thought and words were the same, knowing that “fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes” was coming from my lips as a mouth slid down my erect shaft. Feeling a second hand on my ass, caressing and lightly pulling me towards the cock sucker, giving in to them became the best choice. My mind was floating above the action, sensations creating a growing irresistible wave. A finger started touching my ass from the other side, feeling really dirty having two strangers touch me like that.

By now, random thoughts like using the poppers before cumming were barely a distraction, knowing that this time, I had already surrendered to letting orgasm flood my body. At some point, cock starting to pulse, it felt as if both of them were touching my hole. That thought was the last one for a while as my balls pumped hot cum over the other cock and the lips of the cock sucker. An extended orgasm as they fingered me, my hole’s contractions continuing to keep the waves of ecstasy flowing, entranced by how fantastic it felt having two men inside my squeezing fuck tunnel, my cock covered in spit and cum, sliding against the velvet smoothness of another cock.

Basically, what happened was two orgasms were seamlessly stitched together, and it felt incredible, like the purest fantasy of bathhouse sex. Letting my open desire for anal play be satisfied in a way understood perfectly by other men. Sauna sex of such dirty varieties still surprises me in its glorious intensity.

However, I needed to leave the heat, my ass now a bit sore a bit in the best way, showering in luxurious warm water to get clean before dressing and leaving. Knowing that I would not wait do long to visit again.

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Michael Drinkman was almost the perfect student at Superior University. Almost. Nestled on the Wisconsin-Minnesota border near the great lake for which the school bears its name, Superior University is considered one of the most rigorous and challenging colleges in the Midwest, if not the entire country. And Michael Drinkman was seeped in this world. From fastidiously measuring out test tubes in his biology lab to effortlessly reciting Beowulf in its original text, Michael was a star on campus, and everyone knew he was going places. Med School? Law School? NASA? It was all on the table for Michael, and he knew his junior year was make or break.

There was just one problem. He stood 6’4″, weighed a strapping 230 LBS, and taught Michael’s postmodern literature seminar. Michael dreaded this class. Dr. Freeman was a difficult professor, assigning multiple novels to read in a week, and grilling his students endlessly about the text. Dr. Freeman was also a harsh grader; not only did he give Michael the lowest marks he’d ever received (outside of high school gym class, which he made up with volunteer work), the comments from Freeman’s red pen cut to the core. “Pretentious”, “Vapid”, and “Empty” were three of his favorite remarks to leave on Michael’s essays. Not only were the comments sharp, they were needlessly sharp. Were other students insulted for their work? Or could Dr. Freeman see through Michael? Was he a fraud all along?

Scraping by with a C+ might be good enough for his classmates, but to Michael the grading situation was untenable. He’d planned to apply for grad school after college, and a C+ would be the difference between the Ivy League or three more years in a sleepy Midwest town in the middle of nowhere. No, it was simply out of the question that Michael would finish with a grade this low. Dr. Freeman was the type to spend long hours meticulously grading papers in his office late at night, so Michael knew he could catch him there on Friday around 9 PM.

Never had an oak door terrified him so much. It wasn’t necessarily the door itself, but to whom it belongs. Behind that door sat the man who’d caused him the most trouble since he’d enrolled at Superior. The man who’d caused him to anguish over his laptop while the other students were out partying. The man who’d shattered Michael’s illusion of his own intelligence, academic prowess, and work ethic. He laid two soft knocks on the door.

“Yes,” A booming voice answered.

“It’s—it’s Michael Drinkman sir. I was hoping you’d have a minute to talk about my grade this semester? I really think you should reconsider as I—”

The door swung open, and there stood Dr. Freeman. Michael estimated his age to be around 45-50, but there was a chance Dr. Freeman was even older. It was obvious from the way his meaty arms were trying to burst out from his dress shirt that Dr. Freeman kept himself in very good shape. There was a hint of gray in his full brown beard, and Dr. Freeman made no effort to die or hide it. At 6’4″, he towered over Michael’s scrawny 5’7″ frame, and must’ve outweighed Michael by at least 60 pounds.

“You feel your grade is unfair?” Dr. solhan escort Freeman said.

“Well, I, uhh,” Michael stammered.

“Come in,” Dr. Freeman said. Michael entered the room and Dr. Freeman quickly closed the door behind him.

As a certified teacher’s pet, Michael had spent plenty of time in various Professors’ offices, but none of them were like Dr. Freeman’s. Rather than term papers scattered across the desk, Dr. Freeman had them neatly organized in stacks on his desk. His ceiling-high bookshelf, which held the likes of Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, and Kafka was alphabetized and sorted by the book’s place in literary history. A pair of Samuri swords hung on the wall. Dr. Freeman had spoken in class about his time in Japan, analyzing the work and of Yukio Mishima for his dissertation.

“Have a seat,” Dr. Freeman said, and motioned towards a leather armchair. Dr. Freeman sat at his desk across from him. Michael sat down and starting looking at his hands.

Michael cleared his throat and said, “I feel that, I worked very hard in your class and my effort isn’t reflected in your overall grade. If you took the time to reconsider—”

“I’ve heard enough,” Dr. Freeman interrupted. “You feel that you worked hard enough to earn a better grade, so you’ve come here to beg me for an A?”

“I’ve got a 4.0 sir. If you give me a C+, I’ll never get into grad school.”

“Did I give you a C+, or did you earn a C+?”

“I’m sorry?”

Dr. Freeman stood up and started pacing around the room. “You know Michael, you aren’t the first person to come by this week and beg me to change their grade. You’re not even the first person today. Every year I deal with you whiny 20-somethings, blaming me for their own shortcomings.”

Dr. Freeman stopped pacing and stared directly at Michael, “Let me tell you something, nothing is given in this world. You need to earn it. Earn your A+. Earn your way into grad school. Do you feel like you’ve done that, Michael?”

“Well, I—”

“Be honest.”

Michael gulped, “No.”

“No. So you don’t feel you’ve earned the grade?”

“No. I tried and tried and tried on my essays. I spent hours on rewrites. I paid a professional editor for review. But no matter what I turned in, it was never good enough.”

“So, you knew you didn’t earn an A, yet you thought you’d mozy down to my office and ask for one anyway. Is that right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Entitled. Your whole generation. Entitled. I know you didn’t earn an A, and you will not be getting one.”

Michael grabbed his backpack and got up to leave.

“But,” Dr. Freeman continued, “there may be the opportunity for extra credit.”

Michael’s earned perked up. Extra credit was his favorite thing after his regular assignments. He’d never said no to an extra credit project.

“I’ll do it.”

“Hold on Michael.,” Dr. Freeman said as he resumed pacing. “This isn’t your normal extra credit assignment. This won’t be going on your transcript.”

Not on his transcript? This extra credit sounded like a big deal, and Michael was a tad disappointed that wouldn’t sorgun escort be able show it off to prospective grad schools. Still, this was a lifeline Michael desperately needed and he was eager to say yes.

“No, this is a special assignment. See, the academic year carries a lot of stress for a professor. The demands of students and administrators wears on a man.”

“Want me to rub your shoulders?” Michael asked. He had aced his anatomy class, after all.

“Do not speak out of turn again.” Dr. Freeman said, an edge to his already intimidating baritone voice. “I need a little more than a shoulder rub.” He stopped pacing and stared at Michael. “Take your shirt off.”

Take his shirt off? Oh lord, it was gym class all over again. Puzzled by what the assignment could be, Michael knew he couldn’t afford another slipup or he’d likely lose the opportunity for extra credit altogether. He lifted his size medium polo shirt above his head, revealing a skinny chest and torso beneath it. Besides a fuzzy happy trail on his abdomen, Michael’s torso was hairless.

“Take your pants off,” Dr. Freeman commanded. Michael looked away from Dr. Freeman’s face, and his eyes couldn’t help but land below the belt. Dr. Freeman had a pronounced bulge appearing through his dress slacks. It looked as if Dr. Freeman was hard under his pants, and if so his tool made an impressive outline.

Michael did as he was told and undid his pants. He slid the khakis down his lower body, revealing skinny legs and tight pair of white briefs. The briefs hugged Michael’s taut little butt, though there was hardly the hint of a bulge on the other side. There he stood, reduced to his tighty whities before the man who caused him so much distress.

“Look at you. Scrawny, skinny, pathetic. This is the body of someone who spent the last three years sitting in the library. This is not the body of a man.”

Was Michael hearing Dr. Freeman correctly? He was commenting on his body. Grading his body? Was this the extra credit?

“You look weak, pathetic. And you don’t have much in the shorts to make up for it it seems.”

Michael instinctively covered his bulge with his hands.

“Hands at your sides,” Dr. Freeman snapped, and Michael again did as he was told. “Turn around. Bend over and touch your toes.”

Michael obliged, the tight white fabric of his underwear straining against his cute behind. Dr. Freeman walked over and pulled Michael’s briefs down, exposing his hairless ass to the tenured professor. Dr. Freeman then gave it a little smack, causing Michael to yip. Freeman did it again, but this time harder.

“Why are you doing this?” Michael asked. He wanted a good grade, but he wasn’t sure how far the professor was willing to take this.

“You need to be taught a lesson young man,” Dr. Freeman said as he spanked Michael harder. Michael tried to rub his ass to shake off the pain, but Dr. Freeman swatted his arm away. His ass was getting red from the smacks. Dr. Freeman spanked him one more time and pulled his underpants back up.

“Stand up straight,” Freeman said. Michael suadiye escort did just that. “Take them off.” Freeman gestured at Michael’s underwear. Michael peeled his underwear off slowly, revealing a hard penis that couldn’t have been more than three inches long. Freeman chuckled and said, “Really? Have you ever been laid? Ever had a chance to use that little thing?” Michael shook his head. “Figures,” Freeman said, “who would want such a little thing. You weren’t meant to fuck, were you?”

Not meant to fuck? Michael just hadn’t had the time for dating given the amount of coursework and extracurricular activities he was involved in. He had a full plate. He figured maybe in law school he’d try, but he was focused on class for now.

Freeman unzipped his pants and whipped out a veiny nine-inch cock. He began stroking his rock hard dick. “This is what a man’s cock looks like. There’s only one way you can have a man’s cock Michael, and it’s inside you.”

Freeman walked over to Michael and bent him over his desk. He spread the young man’s cheeks and spit on his juicy hole. Freeman then spit on his own cock to lube it up, the veins pulsating with every stroke. He then plunged his dick deep in Michael’s ass.

“Ahh,” Michael yelled.

“Relax. Let me inside you.”

Michael tried to calm down, but he couldn’t believe it. He had come here to discuss his grade, and now he has the professor’s cock inside him. Is this what it takes to get an A?

Freeman began stroking slowly, Michael’s tight ass gripping his humungous schlong. Freeman grabbed Michael by the hair and started thrusting faster, letting out manly grunts as he fucked his student.

Michael’s little penis was rock hard. In fact, Michael was coming to realize that he might be enjoying this. He wasn’t gay as he only found women attractive before, but there was something about Dr. Freeman. Something about the way he took control that was alluring. One thing was for sure, this was much better than jerking off alone in his dorm room.

Freeman pumped his cock in and out of Michael, the young man’s mind and body dazed by the sensation. Michael could feel his tiny dick getting warmer. Was he going to cum?

Just as he was getting close, Dr. Freeman pulled his dick out. He picked Michael up and placed him on his desk. He then lifted Michael’s legs in the air and began fucking him missionary on the desk, ungraded papers be damned. Michael looked Freeman in the eyes, noting his masculine aggression as he thrusted and used Michael’s hole. Michael couldn’t take it anymore, cum burst out from his microdick and shot up in the air, landing on his own torso.

“You must like your assignment,” Freeman said. Michael could only moan, unable to verbalize his thoughts. Freeman pumped a few more times and then shot ropes of hot jizz inside Michael’s ass. He pulled his cock out, huffing and puffing from the exhilaration.

“You pass,” Dr. Freeman said. “You’ve earned your A.”

“Will I have more chances for extra credit?” Michael asked, pleadingly.

“Oh, I think I can work something out,” Dr. Freeman said. Freeman threw Michael’s clothes at him and Michael put them on in a hurry. He walked out of Freeman’s office and back onto the quad. Other students were reading, or talking on their phones, or playing frisbee, carefree and happy, while Michael couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, hoping it wasn’t the last time he’d visit Dr. Freeman during office hours.

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The restroom door shut slowly behind. Luckily it was empty. Toilet stalls lined the backwall of the tiled restroom, it stank of urine. Stains and mysterious fluids were scattered on the tile floors.

“I can’t believe I’m going to do this…” I spoke under my breath and steeled myself.

I had never done anything like this before, ever! Yet here I am in the men’s bathroom, on a lost bet. Now to enter the stall marked with a small X. The bet was bullshit, Becky knew I would fail. Now I have to follow through with this stupid dare. ‘Sneak into the men’s restroom and hide in the stall marked with an X for one hour’, so stupid, but it probably won’t be too terrible. It’s not like anyone was in here to catch me.

I made my way towards the stall marked with the X and stepped inside, I locked the door behind me and tried to make myself comfortable on the dirty toilet, as best as I could. Yeah this wasn’t too bad, I just have to sit in this empty bathroom on a dirty toilet for an hour. The first five minutes were amazing, I just sat there and enjoyed the serenity while I scrolled on my phone.

After five minutes someone walked into the bathroom. I froze, I could feel myself shake as footsteps approached the stalls. Feet stopped right outside of my stall, it seemed like an eternity but eventually he simav escort went into the adjacent stall. I sighed a sigh of relief, until I looked around the stall. There was stall graffiti all over, one that particularly caught my eye was a bunch of streaks used as a ‘Cum Count’. Then, I noticed it.

A large whole cut into the side of the stall with an arrow pointed at the hole with the words ‘Kiss Me’. I leaned in towards the hole and squinted at the words.

“Kiss me?”

Then a large penis slowly appeared through the hole and poked my chin. I froze as this musky cock rested upon my lower lip.

I’m a virgin, I’ve never even had a boyfriend. The only time I had ever seen a penis was in health class and in pornos. Now here I am, with a stranger’s dick upon my mouth, in the men’s restroom. The dick twitched on my lips, was this part of the dare? Is this what Becky wanted?

I swallowed hard, the smell of this cock filled my nose and blurred my thoughts. I slowly opened my mouth and licked the tip. Some salty, bitter liquid began to form on the hole of this strangers dick, and I lapped it up. The man moaned lightly, I felt butterflies in my chest as I tasted this sweaty cock. I moved my lips over the gland of his cock and gently sucked and licked.

“Mmmm, sincan escort yeah” the man moaned harder. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. I slid my hand down my drenched panties and began to rub my clit. I started to moan on this smelly, tasty dick.

“Fuck yes, go deeper” he commanded me, and I listened.

I pushed the dick as far as it would go, I could only get halfway down his shaft before I choked on his length. But I would keep trying, for him. I would gag and choke but I kept pushing his tasty cock down my throat, I needed him to feel good.

“Fuuuuck” he moaned even harder. But I didn’t want this to end so soon, this was my first cock, I needed it for as long as possible.

I plopped the cock out of my mouth, it twitched as saliva dripped off of it. My lipstick began to form rings around the middle of his cock, a stamp of approval from my mouth. I lifted his cock up and began to kiss and suck upon his large testicles. Each peck was met with a shudder and each suck a moan. I left lipstick marks all over his scrotum. Then, I licked my way up the underside of his musky cock, I started at his balls and slowly glided my tongue up towards the tip. Every vein was bulging on his member. Once I reached his tip more liquid sinop escort gold awaited me, I licked it all up and began to suck on his cock once again.

“Fuck, you’re so good!” I was furiously rubbing my clit and came as soon as he moaned.

I bobbed my head quickly, I tried to take him as deep as I could and as fast as I could. I needed this cock, I needed it inside of my pussy. Then, I heard him knock on the stall, he came down my throat.

“Ah! Yes!!”

I thought his dick smelled strong before. His cum filled my throat and mouth, some came out of my nose. I swallowed furiously to breath, it felt like I drank a gallon of his seed. It was salty and bitter, just like the liquid that came out of his tip but stronger tasting. The stall smelled of musk and cum. I kept sucking furiously until he pulled his dick back through the hole. I tried to peek through the hole to see who this amazing man was. But he covered the hole with his thigh. He stayed in the stall for a moment and slipped a piece of paper through the hole of the stall and left.

The note read, “That was amazing, you should come here more often, this is my regular spot. But next time maybe I can use your other holes? XOXO”. He wants to fuck me? Take my virginity? I could think of no better cock in the world.

I took a moment to clean the cum out of my nose and off of my chin, I settled back down on the toilet and looked at the time.

“20 minutes!” I had only been in the bathroom for 20 minutes! I was in shock, I need to be in here another 40 minutes! I was snapped out of it by another big cock being pushed through the hole of my stall.

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Author’s Notes: This is an imaginary work of fiction. Currently three chapters have been written and edited. References to specific schools, firms, and athletic teams are coincidental to the story. The fictional law firm described in this story is the same at which Mark Eagleheart, a protagonist in “Steven and the Noble Savage”, works. (“Steven” is another story previously published on Literotica. Mark is not a major character in this chapter.) As is typical in my stories, character development and description precede sexual activity–so it’s a slow burn. All characters engaged in sexual activities are over 18, as should be any reader where local law so requires. © 2023, all rights reserved. Brunosden

Lionel was sitting uncomfortably in a conference room in Washington D.C. He was one of a dozen “summer associates” at RansomWalker (sometimes known by opposing counsel as the Ransomers–perhaps with a few additional pejorative adjectives). It was the first day of a twelve week “apprenticeship”–really a twelve week recruiting marathon for top performers from the top law schools in the US–a summer of wining and dining, memo writing (really test taking) and mutual “does he/she fit?” trials. Everyone in the room had intellectual power–and had used it to succeed at university and at law school. The summer was an audition for their next phase.

Lionel had done well at Harvard. He was in the top 5% (Harvard had stopped ranking decades before, but it kept certain traditions from which this status could be inferred.) And this group attracted recruiting sharks from the top firms of the world. The summer would be a quasi-bribe–a lark of shows, dinners, athletic events; and it would be well-paid: about $3000 per week. The summer salary seemed impressive, but Lionel was going to graduate with about $150,000 in student debt. If given a permanent job offer, his salary would be high–but he would be expected to devote 24/7 to the firm–in an attempt to “bill” at least 2800 hours per year, far more than the average 40 hour summer week.

Lionel was a prize because of his intellectual achievement, but also because he was black, had humble origins, and had played professional basketball for three years after graduating from UNC, before an injury/illness moved him to the sidelines. He had been a top pick by the NBA, and in his first year, had proven himself the b-ball star that he had been groomed for all of his life–from the concrete courts of NE Washington, to the scholarship to the Gonzaga Prep, to UNC, always a top basketball contender. Thus, he was a celebrity as well as an achiever.

He was very tall, 6-11, with athletically-defined muscles (but not a body-builder), very talented, and handsome. For his size–if not for his intellect–he would be a commanding figure in any courtroom. But, he had the intellect to match–graduating magna UNC and expecting something similar at HLS. And he had achieved a bit of fame already.

During his brief period as a rookie b-ball player, he (or his agent) had been approached by dozens of potential distributors of athletic equipment, skin and hair treatments, underwear/sports apparel, and even one automobile manufacturer (which had backed off when they realized he really didn’t fit into their new mini-electro-vehicle). He was photogenic. He was young, clean and handsome. He was a star: NCAA MVP, All-State, March Madness MVP (twice), first round NBA pick (the Celtics) and NBA rookie of the year. So he was in print and media all the time.

Then, the health bomb had hit. He fell during a game after a foul at the beginning of his third season. He was out of the game. Later, he was examined for a routine game injury, using advanced imagery. A tumor was detected, on the bone of his right shoulder which had broken in the fall. It was later diagnosed as a rare metastatic bone cancer. His days as a player might be over–and remarkably sooner than anyone had anticipated. That was his dunking arm! He was in for at least a year of chemo and therapy. Then, maybe, just maybe, he could regain his remarkable shooting abilities and aggressive style.

Lionel didn’t wallow. He quickly regrouped.

He took the LSATs, applied to law school, and was accepted. He went all-in for the therapy and worked out religiously. At the end he had lost a little weight and probably was just as muscular as before–but perhaps a bit more cut because he had skimmed off the fat. He continued to work out and practice, but spent the next two years trying to be “just a law student” despite his professional sports stint: a student without special privileges, with his nose to the grind. He studied hard, did well, and here he was at the cusp of his second career.

He had licked the disease, at least temporarily, but no team would touch him because there could be a relapse at any time, and he was uninsurable. So it looked like he was going to be a lawyer–and he would be a very good one, he thought. Even if, God forbid, the disease returned–and şiran escort even if he lost his arm, he could still lawyer.

He had been somewhat of a celebrity at Harvard–a professional basketball player of towering height in law school! With a commanding physical presence and baritone voice. But everyone assumed he was average (or worse) intellectually. He had proven them wrong. He was one of those rare great athletes with academic credentials–and a killer instinct. He wanted to be a litigator. And of course at this stage of his life, he imagined himself as a “black” knight in shining armor vindicating the wrongs being perpetrated on the lower classes, his people. Harvard fed his ego and his ambitions–and he was soon on his way to stardom again, albeit in a very different life.

The summer associate moderator droned on and on–mostly about the advantages of a RandomWalker position and the wonderful summer that was planned. The room was small and cramped. It was filled with all the “summers”, their associate “buddies” and partner “mentors.” Lionel grew uneasy–he was always uncomfortable in these chairs designed for “average” bodies and asses. His suit was tight–off the rack suits were rarely designed for very tall, muscular men; his pants, even tighter. He began to feel his cock hardening and lengthening in discomfort. Shit. This couldn’t be. He needed to fit in. He didn’t want special attention–particularly not lurid glances at his crotch. He knew from experience that if would be impossible to hide an erection–which would reach well down his thigh and tent his pants. He couldn’t right then, without calling attention, reposition it under his belt. His chair, pushed up to the table, was flanked by others immediately to his left and right.

His eyes roamed the room, trying to distract himself from the discomfort. There was only one other person of color at the table–a Latina, with a haughty “Spanish donna” look. She looked away when she noticed him staring at her. Lionel thought it strange that the summer group was so “white”–for RansomWalker had a sterling reputation for diversity, employing many women, African-Americans, Latinx-es, and even a Native American. Lionel had already met the Native American who was almost as tall as he. Mark was a third year associate in the intellectual property group. They had already set a date to meet and have lunch. He noted that several of the other “summers” were eyeing him–with more than curiosity about his size and skin color. He imagined that they were scoping his dick–and his discomfort in the tight suit pants he was wearing. Perhaps they were imagining even more.

Lionel was gay, although very much in the closet and with almost no gay experience. He had been involved in athletics all of his life, and a black gay athlete just didn’t cut it. So he concentrated on internet porn, occasional gay porn stories, and his trusty hand. (The cancer had even made him ambidextrous.)

For his last three years at UNC, he had dated one woman. They were best friends and always together. She was beautiful, tall, dressed well, and equaled his intellectual quotient. She knew he was bi (probably gay), but was okay with that. Occasionally, they would have sex, but it was not the center of their life together. They were friends and confidantes. She loved being on his arm.

Unfortunately, they had drifted apart after the he moved to Boston to play in the pros. She had met another. She knew there was no future with Lionel, and although she wanted to support him (and maybe enjoy some of the perks of NBA-stardom), she realized that she had to have a life as well. They split after he moved to Boston. And he became celibate–well almost. His left arm muscles steadily bulged larger with many times a day exercise, a very different kind of therapy.

Technically, Lionel was a gay virgin. He had visited several glory holes at remote adult book store/video parlors where he enjoyed anonymous sex–all well outside RTP and Boston. His size had guaranteed that: when his dick appeared, rumors word spread quickly. He got off, usually several times a night, but he never had met or even seen his partners. He had gone to bed with many groupies (all female), but had been convinced by them he was a “typical premature jock ejaculator” and “too big” for normal sex with a normal woman. He was just big, young, a semen factory, and ready to blow–at any time and in any hole. But, he didn’t do online. He didn’t cruise–his face and body were too well known. And no man had touched his ass–at least not in bed.

The disease had briefly detoured him, and perhaps released him from the bonds of prejudice (he had been applauded, pitied, mourned, and now, he assumed, mostly forgotten). It hadn’t changed who he was–but it had used up almost all his signing bonus. He was now going into debt. And that would limit his flexibility for the future–thus, his presence at Ransom, a big corporate firm.

But the therapy and regular exercise had restored his shine. şirinevler escort He was a terrific specimen of manhood: tall, with closely clipped black hair, a deep complexion–a cross between midnight purple and black. His face was sculpted from rock. His lips were large; his eyes deep brown. He moved with a grace that would befit a dancer–or a prize fighter. His hands were enormous. He was muscular, but lithe. His body was almost hairless. And then there was his baby-making equipment. He was huge. His shaft was easily 7, flaccid, and of course, being a grower, significantly longer erect; his shaved (thanks to the underwear ad shots) balls were of lemon size. He filled his Calvins (actually UnderArmors) with impressive fullness. He was a giant, at least physically, among ordinary students. He couldn’t hide it. That was what he was.

After the introductory remarks ended, he was mobbed–by summer associates and even a few members of the firm. He knew he was still chubbed–and it was impossible not to notice the bulge down the inside of his right thigh. But he had to stand. Carefully he did, stepping forward with his left leg to provide a little more room and into the conference table for camouflage. Unfortunately, his crotch was still on display well-above the table top. He was presentable, but just barely. Most were interested in his professional athletic career. They hoped some of his stardom would rub off. But, it was clear to Lionel that at least a few were interested in him–or at least his body. They made little secret of their stares below his belt. He noted who they were and walked to the assigned office to begin his first summer assignment. He didn’t think any of them was a potential partner, and none seemed to ping his gaydar. He guessed they might be gauging him as a competitor in the summer dating arena.

He was given a two-person office with a window! No cubicles in wall-less, window-less rooms for RansomWalker associates. The routine was set: he would have a half-dozen assignments, lasting about two weeks each, from six different partners in different practice areas. Each partner controlling his time for that brief period would also be responsible for his entertainment (lunches, a dinner or two, an athletic event, perhaps a show at the Kennedy Center or Wolf Trap).

Lionel met his office-mate, another second year student, from Duke. Lionel wondered whether the firm had deliberately “teamed” a UNC star with a Duke rival. But, Pete O’Malley turned out to be affable and an extrovert. He was from a suburb of Boston and, of course, a Celtics fan. Pete was really pleased to be paired with Lionel–almost as excited as he was to have a genuine Lakota, a fellow UPenn alumnus, as his associate “buddy”. He would have stories for a long time.

Pete had played soccer at UPenn before Duke Law. He was in shape, but “only” about six foot. He was Irish, with copper red hair, freckles, and a wry wit. They bonded immediately. And Pete moved easily into the “second chair” leaving the window desk to Lionel. Over the next weeks, they talked about backgrounds, compared living situations for the summer, and often commented on each other’s work. They even began to schedule work-outs together. Pete often spoke of his girl back in Boston and so Lionel assumed he was straight. Pete assumed Lionel, a well-known athlete, was as well.

Li (as he quickly was renamed by the other associates) wasn’t fazed by Pete’s sexual preferences. In fact he was relieved. He had already decided that he wasn’t going to play in the office sandbox. Washington was a big city with a large and active gay population. There were clubs, parks and gyms all over the city where gays hung and met. But, he also realized that his size and notoriety would make it impossible for him to find anonymous opportunities to hook. Being a celebrity and gay meant that staying in the closet was going to be very difficult–if he started cruising. He really couldn’t go clubbing. For him anonymity would be impossible. He was going to need a confidential wing man to bring guys to him in private. The problem of course was finding such an intermediary–and guys he could rely on to keep it on the down low.

**********

Li shared an apartment with another Harvard guy–working at another firm–but the guy had a fiancé in the Middleburg, in the Virginia exurbs. It was already half way through the summer and his roommate had been dining out several nights a week and was away every weekend. So Li had the space (at least three nights a week) and the desire. Now he only needed the opportunity, and a partner.

That chance occurred in late July. Pete’s “Irish twin” (two children born almost exactly nine months apart to the same mother–a joke on Roman Catholic fecundity and abhorrence of birth control) was coming to Washington for a weekend of sightseeing. Unfortunately, Pete’s place was small. In fact Pete’s bed was a pull-out futon in a small efficiency unit. He needed a crib for Evan, or he would şirinyer escort be on the floor. Li knew his roommate would leave Friday morning and not return until Monday night after work. So he offered the space to Pete–and coincidentally, the apartments were both downtown and just a block apart. In fact, the gym they used was mid-way between the two. Pete gratefully accepted–knowing his brother would be pleased to be bunking with “THE Li Washington.”

Pete arranged to have Evan meet Li after his arrival at the office, late Friday afternoon. The three guys would go to dinner and maybe a club or two. And Evan would crash with Li. When Evan heard, he was over the moon. He was an avid Celtics fan, a year older than Pete and virtually his twin. He would be bunking with an icon. The hell with sightseeing. He was hoping to abandon his brother as soon as possible in order to spend time with one of his idols.

Late the following week, Evan arrived. It was obvious that he was indeed Pete’s brother, if not his twin. He was blond, but strawberry blond and buzz-cut. He shared Pete’s emerald eyes, his smile and his wit. And he shared Pete’s physique–although Evan’s had been sculpted with hours in the gym and four years in the US Marine Corps. He had nice slab pecs, a concave, cut gut, and decent-sized guns–all clearly outlined under the tight tee. He was all-Marine.

Evan had taken the metro from National to the office where his brother was waiting. Introductions were made. Hands were shook–and when they touched, both Li and Evan felt the shock. Both looked up in surprise as eyes widened. Evan was dressed in a tee, tight jeans, and Nikes. He filled them all nicely. When he casually sat on the edge of Pete’s desk as they talked, his crossed arms popped his bis and tris; and his stretched-out, crossed legs showcased his large basket quite nicely. And when he bent down to pick up his duffle, his bubble nearly split the back. Li was drooling inside. This guy was another alpha and looked delicious, and the gaydar was quietly pinging. Pete hadn’t said anything about his brother being gay.

Evan had recently mustered out and was now in tech marketing. (He had majored in communications at Northeastern.) His looks, Irish brogue, and friendly demeanor gained him entry to the top executive suites in the country. His sidekick, a computer nerd, did the presentation. And the sale for one of the Route 128 tech bandits was made. They were a good team, with nothing in common but the job. The nerd didn’t even follow basketball.

Later, Evan went home with Li, all promising to meet for drinks in an hour at one of the lawyers’ watering holes nearby. Li was already wondering whether Pete had figured him out and was playing wingman. He was wondering whether Evan was bi or gay. A guy in his shape and his age (26) not yet attached?

Li showed Evan to the second bedroom–and explained that the apartment had only one shared bath with no tub, but a large walk in shower. Evan could go first if he wished. Li pulled towels from the closet and deposited them on the “guest” bed. Then he left to lose his suit. Li went into his room and immediately began to hang the dark suit, carefully smoothing the summer humidity wrinkles. He had only two. They needed to last the summer. Then he removed and deposited the belt, tie and links. He balled the brilliant white shirt and dropped it into the basket. Then he padded into the kitchen, clad only in his Celtics “Irish” green boxer briefs, to grab a beer.

Meanwhile, Evan stripped, threw a towel over his shoulder, picked up his dop, and headed for the shower. As he left the bedroom, he ran into Li–who was offering a cold beer. Evan was naked and Li was nearly so. Eyes immediately dropped. Evan was big and cut. Li was much bigger and uncut. The tight briefs hid nothing. And as Li handed over the beer, he once again felt the electricity between them. Mutual pings of gaydar reverberated around the narrow hall. Li now was certain that Evan was gay–and that Evan was definitely going to be interested in more than a single bed for a few nights.

Evan needed a few minutes to regroup. Pete hadn’t warned him that Li was bi or gay. He knew he was already chubbing. So he turned to the bath, dropped the towel on the floor, placed the beer on the vanity, and stepped into the shower, which he deliberately turned to cold. Minutes later, he exited, and wrapped in his damp towel, picked up his beer and headed into the living space.

Meanwhile, Li had been wondering whether he could come on to Evan, given that Evan’s bro was his office-mate. He had no idea how much the brothers shared or what Pete suspected. He couldn’t risk exposure. He decided subtlety was required. He would make it clear what he wanted (without words) and let Evan take the next step. Then, they could discuss secrecy. Otherwise, he would let it go and suffer through the weekend.

Li stood. “My turn. Make yourself comfortable.” Without returning to his room, he bent, pulled off the briefs, and headed for the bath, flashing Evan with his enormous cock and his ass. He had extended the invitation–the act was more than locker room bravado. Let’s see if Evan took the bait. Evan followed every step, every movement of every muscle as Li languidly strolled to the bath–extending as much as he could, the display of his body to the potential prey. Never had a hook been baited with a larger piece of meat!

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• Mike •

It’s only been a few days since my encounter with Kelly. But ever since it happened, it’s all I can think about.

I sleep in nothing but my underwear and this morning I woke up with a small but rigid tent in my boxer briefs. Typically, I’d scroll through porn videos, find one that interests me and rub one out before school. This morning, however, my little head is eager for nothing but Kelly.

Instead of pornhub, I log into Facebook on the desktop computer in my room. With a few clicks I’m on her profile scrolling through her photo albums. I find one labeled “Summer ’09” and open it. Kelly was younger and slightly thinner in the pictures. Her skin was tan and her bikinis were small. She and some friends vacationed in Hawaii and evidently never wore more than bikinis the whole time. Occasionally they covered their bikini bottoms with board shorts or daisy duke style cut off jeans but I didn’t mind that one bit.

I was clicking through the photos one at a time in search of the right one to blow my load.

It took a second to download and then popped up on my screen all at once making me clench my cock, lick my lips and lean for in my chair.

My lust filled eyes began to rake over the photo.

She was laying on a towel in the sand and must have been holding her phone up just beneath her chin. Her body was shimmering in tanning oil and small beads of sweat. Her tits were large and round, though perhaps a bit firmer in her early twenties. Gravity wanted to make them hang slightly towards her sides but a black bikini held them up creating a delicious bulge. A hot pink string was taught holding the weight of her mounds in tension. Her stomach was slender and relaxed with a small orange belly button ring at the center. The bikini bottoms were stretched tight around her hips. Kelly’s legs were toned, the left one bent at the knee and the right one extending on the towel towards the ocean. Her red toenail polish contrasted the blue of the water and at this point my mouth was hanging open.

I shimmied out of my underwear and kicked them to the side. The fabric of my desk chair held my ass and lightly brushed against my balls. I began to stroke my little cock for Kelly circa 2009 but then stopped before giving her my load. I needed to see her face. Thankfully, the next picture was exactly what I needed.

This time Kelly stood in front of the bathroom mirror. In a white bikini with pink flowers on it, her titties hung proudly on display. She leaned on her left hand placed upon the countertop. Holding her phone up in her right hand, she snapped a picture with an expression on her face that was basically demanding me to cum.

About to shoot my load I realized I didn’t grab a tissue or anything to catch my mess. Beyond the point of no return I stood fully naked at my desk figuring I could wipe the desktop clean when I was through. I looked into her eyes as the cum burst from the tip of my cock. Before it hit the desk I heard her voice. “Mike let’s go! We’re running late!”

Thankfully she remained on the other side of the door while I finished. I rushed to clean up my mess, get ready and out the door as quickly as I could.

• Kelly •

Mike seemed a little frazzled when I dropped him off this morning. Then again, he’s been a little jumpy ever since our fateful encounter.

I still can’t believe that happened, but oddly enough I’m glad that it did.

After lunch I decided to get a few things done around the house. I started with the floors because I like to be able to walk around barefoot without things sticking to my feet. Then I thought I’d get caught up on laundry. No matter how many times I tell Mike to do his clothes he never does. So it was no surprise to walk into his room and find an overflowing hamper.

I packed his clothes down into the basket to make room for the laundry scattered around the floor. A shirt, a pair of jeans, a scrunched up pair of underwear by his desk. I couldn’t help but notice a smeared bit of precum dried up on the crotch. Upon further inspection I noticed a knocked over box of tissues and a few of them scrunched up in the trash can. I curiously picked one up out of the trash and sure enough, my little buddy came all over them.

I laughed and tossed it back. But then I got a little carried away. Had he been watching sph porn again? Mischievously I woke up the desktop computer.

“That little fucker!” I said out loud when the screen woke up. It was a picture of me in a little white bikini back in the day. I bit my lower lip. Knowing that Mike chose this to make him cum, sort of got my engine revved up.

I grabbed the cum covered tissue out of the trash and pinched it next to the precum covered boxers. Holding the pair up next to the picture of me on his desktop, I snapped a picture with my phone.

• Mike •

My phone vibrated and I closed my locker in the hallway. It was Kelly.

“Hey Micro… care to explain??” My heart stopped and my soft dick twitched.

I was about to reply when a şerifali escort picture came through. “Fuck!” I said out loud causing a few people to look at me.

Not knowing what to say I decided to keep it simple. “Fuck” I typed back. I had a raging boner by the time I hit send.

My heart raced when I saw those three little dots that mean she’s typing. The next message popped up.

“No worries little buddy, I’m glad you had fun!”

I sighed with relief before the next message came through. “I suppose it’s time to play again. See you this evening!” She included a shrimp emoji and a wink face and I did my best to hide my erection as I walked to class.

—

When I arrived at home I found a note taped to the front door. “Micro, use the back door!”

A little confused, I walked around the house to the back door where I found a second note. “You gawked at me, now I want to look at you! Couldn’t have you moon the neighbors though… that’s why you’re back here. Remove your clothes, knock on the door and put your hands behind your back.”

I tried the handle and it was locked. Then I heard her voice. “Do it Micro!”

I glanced at the ring camera on the door and realized she was watching. “Okay, okay!” I said shaking my head. After removing all my clothes I knocked on the door, clasped my hands behind my back and waited for whatever the fuck was coming next.

Slowly the door opened. She leaned on the door jam, looked me in the eyes and smiled.

“Hello Mike” she said flirtatiously. Her eyes ran down my body until they fixed upon my cock. Squatting down so that her face was only inches from my dick she playfully waved with two fingers saying “Hi little buddy!” As of talking to a toddler.

Standing up to look me in the eye once more she said, “I meant to say, hello Micro.”

She bit her lower lip holding it down while she smiled. She looked down at my cock before leaning close to whisper in my ear, “Looks like someone is happy to see me!”

Between her whisper in my ear and the breeze on my naked ass, goosebumps covered my body. Kelly noticed and smirked in satisfaction.

Stepping back she instructed me to kneel.

“What?” I said caught off guard. “I mean it Micro, get on your knees!” She said firmly.

I did as told, kneeling on the doormat. Kelly moved closer so I had to crank my head upwards to look her in the eye.

She looked down on me with authority and prowess. She was wearing yoga pants and a hot pink form fitting t-shirt. I stared at the C cups holding her breasts up underneath her shirt and she quickly chirped “Eyes up here!”

“What were you doing this morning Micro?”

I began to stutter, “Um. Uh…”

“Articulate it Micro. In detail.” Kelly said.

I forced the words out in obedience. “I was jerking off to your Facebook photos.”

“More than one?”

“Yes. I scrolled through several and almost came to the one in the black bikini.”

“Why didn’t you cum?”

“Because I wanted a picture with your face when I came.” I started to look away but she held my chin so that I looked directly up at her.

“And where were you looking when you blew your load? My tits? My bikini bottoms?”

“I was looking into your eyes.” I said firmly.

“Like this?” She said maintaining eye contact.

“Like this.” I affirmed looking into her fierce green eyes. Her lips formed a smile.

“Did your little dick get hard when I messaged you earlier?”

“Yes I had to tuck it into my waistband at school.”

She giggled and asked, “how does that work with such a little guy? Do you have to lower your waistband a little cause your cock can’t reach it otherwise?” Shocked at her insight I nodded yes. Most guys dicks almost make it to there belly button.” She scoffed. “Does it turn you on to be on your knees for me Micro?”

“You know it does, Kelly.”

“Well I think I’ll keep you on your knees for a bit then. But right now get up and wait for me in the living room. Kneel down, hands behind your back in front of the couch until I say otherwise. Yes ma’am?”

“Yes ma’am.” I replied.

—

Astonished that this was happening in real life, I kneeled completely naked in front of the couch. The carpet felt much better on my knees than the doormat but they were becoming a little sore. A few minutes went by before I heard Kelly’s footsteps. I turned towards the hallway and forgot all about my sore knees when I saw her.

With long confident strides Kelly walked towards me in nothing but a black bra and matching black g-string. Her feet were bare and toenails were painted white.

My eyes fixated on her bouncing tits as they jiggled each time she placed one foot in front of the other. She’s matured since the summer of 2009. Her body’s still perfectly fit, but has become voluptuous and womanly.

Stopping only inches from my face she looked down on me and smiled. My mouth hung open and I couldn’t decide where to look. seyhan escort I wanted to soak in every attribute of her body all at once.

“Do you like it in person?” She asked lifting her chin though still looking down at me with her eyes. “Yes, very much!” I said panting like a dog.

“You can look, Micro. But you can’t touch.” She said seductively. “On rare occasions I might make small exceptions. But the privilege of freely groping a woman is reserved for men with big strong cocks. Guys with teensy weenies like you are to be kept on a very short leash. It’s only appropriate for their short little dicks. That’s why your hands are behind your back, understand?”

I nodded yes. Slowly she leaned forward so that her big tits were close enough to lick. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed. “Do you want to touch these, Micro?”

“Yes!” I panted.

“Are you going to try and touch them without permission baby dick?” She asked with an evil grin.

One of her tits bumped my nose as she shook them in my face. “No, ma’am.” I said as if in a trance.

“How come Micro?”

“Because my dick is too small.”

“Very good Micro!” She said with puckered lips.

“That’s the rule.”

Slowly she turned around so that her juicy ass was in my face. Reaching back she bounced it up and down using her hands. “How about my booty, Micro? Do you like my ass honey?”

“Yes ma’am!” I said with eyes wide as saucers.

“Are you just trying to suck up to me mister? Are you just trying to kiss my ass?” Kelly taunted.

“No, ma’am. I really like it. Look how hard I am.”

“I believe you honey. But I do expect you to kiss my ass! You are going to be wrapped around my little finger because you have a little dick the same size!” She held her pinky finger between my face and her round butt cheeks.

“Yes ma’am” I panted. “I’ll do anything you say, I promise.”

Still facing away from me, she leaned forward just a little and used her hands to spread her butt cheeks apart. The floss like g-string barely covered her. It was small enough for me to see the slightly darker skin around her sweet little asshole.

“Holy shit!” I muttered under my breath before licking my lips. This made her giggle just a bit.

“What’s the rule, Micro?”

“I can look but I can’t touch.” I replied.

“Yes, Micro. That’s the rule. This…” she grabbed my hair in her fist and slowly pulled my face toward her ass. “…is the exception.” She brought my lips all the way up to her butt. However, she stopped so the final act would be one of obedience to her command.

“Kiss. My. Butt.”

She spoke decisively in a clear authoritative tone. I’d never been more turned on by anything in my life. I thought I might blow my load and I desperately wanted to eat her ass. But obediently, I pressed my lips firmly against her butt cheek.

Aggressively, she pulled my head back. “Good boy!” She said as I licked my lips like a starving man.

“Once more, Micro. Kiss my ass!” She laughed as I gave her another peck on the cheek.

She turned around, sat on the couch and crossed her legs. “You’re little dick is so cute!” She teased. “And you’re poor little thingy must be dying to cum, am I right?”

I nodded yes.

“Alright little buddy.” She teased. “I’m going to count down from ten. You are allowed to start stroking when I say ten. Then you’ll need to pace yourself as I make my way down to one. Be careful! Because I may occasionally pause and you better not spurt before I get to one. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am” I said eagerly.

“I want you to cum precisely when I say one. So I give you my word that once I get down to two, I’ll say one right away after that. When I say two, I want you to let it build to the point of no return so that it will release right when you hear the final number. Are you ready?”

“Yes ma’am” I said. “Yes, Ms. Kelly.” She corrected. “Yes, Ms. Kelly!”

She stood to her feet. With a loving smile she looked me in the eyes. My tiny dick throbbed as I knelt before such a beautiful goddess. With a wicked smirk she looked at my cock. Her eyes became focused on it. She was taking aim. Without even bending down she slowly let spit fall from her lips. With a splat, her saliva covered my little erection. The sensation was electric. It was erotic to have her moisture on my cock.

“Ten. Nine…” her voice snapped me out of my daze. My shoulders ached as I brought my hand from behind my back to eagerly stroke my dick. It was good that I didn’t start stroking until eight. Because I almost blew it by the time she got to five. “STOP!” She said sternly. I was expecting to hear the number four but she could tell I was going to cum.

“You almost lost control you little bitch!” She smiled playfully and it felt good to be put in my place. I chuckled and raised my hands in the air like an officer told me to put my hands up.

“What?” Kelly said quizzically.

“How did you know I had something to say?” I asked side escort as I regained my composure. “I know you really well, little buddy.” She playfully responded.

“I just wanted to say thank you. I really like it when you do this. I liked when you called me a little bitch.” Kelly smiled lovingly. “Well do you think you can make it to one you little bitch?”

“Yes, miss Kelly.”

She spit on my dick once more and began to count. “Then, 5. 4. 3……” thankfully, I remembered her instructions not to jump the gun before two. Patiently, I stroked just slowly enough to hold my load. After several seconds that seemed like glorious, torturous hours she continued. “2…” at the sound of two I let it build and just like she promised she released my balls with a pronounced “ONE! Cum for me Micro, yes!”

I shot my load all over the floor.

“Mmhm yes! Did that feel good honey?”

“Yes it did! Thank you! I said exhausted and satisfied.

“Good!” She exclaimed. “Stand up! Your legs must be killing you!” She laughed as I rose to my feet. “You still good? I’m well aware of the whole ‘post-nut clarity’ thing so I just wanna’ check in.” She said with her hand on my chest.

“Thanks, Kelly. I’m more than good!” I smiled and she gave me a naughty look. “Good!” Her eyes drifting down to my cock. Even though I came it was still completely hard. “Oh to be a 18.” She teased. I looked at it with her and noticed one last bit of cum dangling from the tip.

“Listen.” She said making eye contact. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this… but I need to go masturbate!” She chuckled but I could tell she was serious.

My heart raced as she spoke.

“I’m sure you’d like to watch. So I tell you what… beat me to my room, stand in my closet and crack the door to watch. Don’t make sound. You’re not allowed to jerk off in there, and you better never tell a soul! Got it?”

Before I could answer, she swiped the cum off the tip of my dick and licked it off her fingers!

She swallowed it down and started walking toward her room.

Dumbfounded I stood there naked, stupidly staring at her ass sway as she walked.

“I said beat me there, Micro!”

My little dick bounced as I sprinted past her perfect body, got into her closet, and cracked the sliding door to view her bed.

She didn’t dim the lights. And like a good little bitch I resisted the urge to stroke my cock when she climbed into bed. She knew I was watching but didn’t acknowledge my presence.

However, she laid at the necessary angle I needed to be able to see between her legs.

Her dark hair was in a ponytail, one strand fell beside her cheek. Her breasts were accentuated by the lacey black bra that cradled them and her toes curled just a bit when she spread her legs out wide and began to rub the small fabric that covered her clit.

A simple metallic belly button ring replaced the orange one from the Facebook picture and it caught my eye as her back arched in pleasure.

She didn’t cum, but she seemed to be getting close.

Kelly closed her legs and hooked her g-string with both thumbs. Lifting both legs together in the air, she removed her floss-like underwear. Because her legs were closed I couldn’t quite see her pussy. But her bare ass and legs took my breathe away from this angle.

She paused to make me wait for it. Without a word, she communicated how lucky I was to lay my eyes upon her sex. Guys as small as me have no business in the presence of such a holy grail.

Then slowly, she spread her legs wide open to reveal a perfectly waxed, smooth little pussy. Her womanly lips glistened with arousal and my little dick twitched at the sight.

She sensually reached for it.

Those were the first female fingers to touch my naked body when she grazed my dick. Now the same fingers thrust in and out of her wet little pussy. As if she could read my mind, she sucked them into her mouth just like she did a few moments earlier with my cum.

I wondered what she tastes like. Without even thinking about it I swiped a drop of precum from my tip and sucked it into my mouth.

When Kelly’s hand went back down, it headed straight for her clit. She worked it faster and faster until her body began to shake. She threw her head back into her pillow and her soft hums turned into loud, high pitched raspy moans.

I’d never been more captivated than I was in this moment. Kelly’s climax was the highlight of my life up to this point.

She squeezed her legs together and allowed her body to come down from the mountaintop. When she climbed out of bed she went out of view. I listened as she went to her dresser and picked out some clothes.

Suddenly she opened the closet and giggled at the sight of me. Now in a white t-shirt and yoga pants, she dangled the black g-string in front of my face.

“It’s okay” she teased pinching my nipple. “Go ahead, you can smell it.” I inhaled deeply as I took in her aroma.

“Do you need to make another mess?” She said in a baby voice. When I nodded yes she stuffed her soaking underwear in my mouth.

The salty taste was heavenly. “Make it quick!”

She said giving me permission to cum. I vigorously worked my dick and she she smiled as she watched. She held a folded paper towel in her hand under the tip of my dicklet.

“Come on!” She instructed.

“Cum in my hand baby.”

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Succumbing to Menudia Ch. 08

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“Now that everybody seems to be getting all their secret fetishes out of their system… how about Curt’s turn?

“Hmm… girls in wet clothing… seems harmless enough, but I think we can spice it up a bit. Fortunately, I have just the place.

“They all laughed when I added that pool area to the castle grounds, but I knew I’d be putting it to good use someday. Not to mention the jacuzzi, the garden hose, the sprinkler system, the pool house with that charming porcelain bathtub resting inside it… I don’t think I’m going to be getting any complaints.

“True, Emily gave him a little taste of things back in the shower room, but that was when events were, shall we say, in the embryonic stage. Since Vanessa encouraged him to go all the way — still sorting out whether that had been her intention, but if not, well, she shouldn’t have danced in front of him like that, or at least danced in front of him like that in a leather miniskirt — we’ve entered a more consequential phase.

“And if anything, I suspect the girls are going to enjoy it more than Curt will! If there’s one trend I’ve noticed, it’s this: whatever turns the boys on… seems to turn them on too. The main thing is, they need his seed inside them, so… anything that gets the job done, right? Still, they mustn’t pressure him.

“Oh, and the Menudian water will certainly help. None of that irritating, eye-reddening water in this pool. I’m not even going to tell them about it — let it be another of my secret surprises. Nothing like initial contact with dry clothing to make it extra potent. Granted, it tends to have a more powerful effect on the females than the males, but then, Curt isn’t really going to need it, is he?

“Another experiment of sorts? Yes. Research? No — though that’s all well and good in its place. This time, I think I’ll just sit back and watch what happens when a cute Menudian boy slowly realizes that all the girls he fancies are taking advantage of his fantasies…”

*****

Curt opened his eyes.

He found himself sitting in a spacious, well-lit room with white walls, staring through what appeared to be spotless, floor-to-ceiling glass doors, on the other side of which an outdoor pool glistened in the sun.

Surrounding the pool was an expanse of freshly-mown grass. A few feet across the staircase and railing at the shallow end of the pool sat an empty, unfilled jacuzzi, built down into the earth in a similar fashion to the pool, though not nearly as deep. The entire area was enclosed by a fence-like row of oak, maple, and redwood trees.

What the deuce?

He figured this must have been a hidden, private spot in Menudia’s vast estate, to which he had been whisked away, but for what purpose, he could not immediately discern.

As his senses continued to return, he realized he was still dressed in his cream-colored satin robe, and reclining in a cozy wicker chair inside some sort of… guest house/pool house? There were several black buttons and switches resting inside a rectangular console on the wall, but he didn’t know what they were for.

There also seemed to be another room behind him that featured an empty porcelain bathtub in the middle of it, along with large windows, baskets stuffed with numerous articles of clothing, and a countertop decorated with various beverages and hors d’oeuvres.

Between the lawn and the large sliding glass doors in front of him stood a short, concrete patio featuring several poolside chairs and a table shaded by a large, beige umbrella. He had the sneaking suspicion that this pool house was connected to the larger castle somehow, but he couldn’t be certain.

And he was still processing his surroundings when he spotted Angela flying down from the sky, her straight blonde hair tickling her shoulders, her bare feet almost grazing the diving board that poked out over the deep end before they landed on the grass instead.

She had changed, at long last, out of her white “milk maid” crop top and floral-print skirt, into a white cotton long-sleeve “Menudian Girl” t-shirt and pale blue jean shorts. The fabric of the t-shirt was so thin, it was practically sheer, her nipples easily visible through the “castle with wings” graphic.

Not an outfit outside the scope of her hippie fashion aesthetic, perhaps, but still a bit unusual for her. Hippie chick spends a day at the beach. Well, whatever she was going for, she was certainly pulling it off. Angela made her way to the steps at the shallow end, and gingerly dipped her left foot into the pool.

Curt observed through the glass as she eased her calves, then her thighs, into the water, but he saw her curiously stop just before the water line touched the bottom of her skintight denim shorts (which sported proper hems rather than, say, being cut-offs), as if she were preparing herself for that next little step.

After a pause, she lowered herself into the pool, the water climbing inch by inch up her denim shorts, turning the pale blue a darker blue. When it seeped into siirt escort her waist and her fly, he saw her mouth open a crack and her head tilt back.

He assumed she didn’t have any prior affinity for wet clothing — certainly not like he did — but… damn. She looked like she was about five seconds away from having a little “moment.”

Maybe there was something in the water?

But before letting the bottom of her long-sleeve t-shirt get the slightest bit wet, Angela walked up a couple of steps and rose back out of the water, the now dark denim dripping, glistening, and adhering to her crotch, hips, and ass as she exposed it to the air again, the blonde tossing her hair back in response to the unique “suction” sensation.

Oh yeah. She seemed to be really getting into this.

Then, over the course of a couple of minutes, she waded further away from the shallow end, dampening her shorts again, before letting the bottom of her long-sleeve t-shirt touch the water, soaking it almost a centimeter at a time, frequently pausing and rising out of the pool as it stuck to her belly, before resuming her descent and letting it grow wetter and wetter.

When the water line finally climbed over her breasts, turning the already sheer cotton more or less see-through, she closed her eyes, rolled her head to the side, and gasped.

Curt seemed unaware that his hand was quietly caressing an erection through his satin robe.

After the water climbed up to her neck, Angela swam in place for a minute, still making sure not to dip her hair fully under. Then, perhaps remembering that, as a Menudian, she could move around in all sorts of ways, she hovered out of the pool and into the air, the ribbons of water cascading down her white long-sleeve tee, her denim shorts, and her thighs as she levitated.

For a split second, Curt saw Angela’s eyes flash a bright yellow, and he heard a faint voice in the breeze whisper “Succumb!” It sounded a bit like the “WHOOSH” sound that he’d heard all the way back when Greg had first taken Angela on the day of the picnic.

Hold on partner. Had getting her clothes wet in the pool… just given her a tiny “O”?

Another possibly relevant, possibly not relevant question: did she know he was there behind the glass?

Did she know he was watching her?

Like a pony on a merry-go-round, she calmly bobbed up and down against the surface of the water in her fully soaked outfit, savoring the sensation of her shirt pressing against her breasts when it made contact with the air, then the sensation of it loosening once she dipped back underwater.

After the third or fourth bob, she began dragging her hands down the cloth of her t-shirt, across her chest, and over her dripping shorts and thighs, her eyes momentarily flashing yellow a couple more times, that eerie whisper appearing and disappearing on the wind. The girl with a gift for massage was, in a way, getting a special kind of massage of her own.

There were two details of the spectacle Curt admired in particular: 1) The fit of the long-sleeve t-shirt was such that, whenever she moved her arms upward, a small stretch of the bottom of her shirt front — the stretch residing directly above her fly — rose upward as well, exposing a hint of her belly while leaving the rest of her abdomen covered; 2) The more common outfit would have been a short-sleeve t-shirt with long-legged jeans, but Curt liked this playful reversal, with Angela’s long sleeves hugging her arms up to her wrist, and her Daisy Dukes showing off her silky legs.

For a moment, he wondered if he was going to stain his robe just watching her, but somehow, he held himself in check.

With one final rise out of the water, her hair still mostly dry, Angela flew over to the diving board, struck a pose with her wet arms, and dove headfirst into the deep end.

Why would she dive when she could fly? Because, he presumed, diving would have been fun too! And Angela certainly looked like she was having a swell time out there. If Curt were an Olympic judge, he would have given it a 9.8.

Now fully submerged, Angela seemed to bask in the unfamiliar sensation of swimming fully clothed, dipping and weaving through the water, occasionally rubbing herself through her shorts, before she swam to the shallow end, walked up the steps (her shirt clinging to her skin like they were inseparable buddies), walked over to a spot on the lawn, and lay back in the sun.

Curt couldn’t quite tell what she was up to now. Maybe a little nap? She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to do anything in particular.

But soon her hands started roving across her breasts, the liquid oozing out of the “Menudian Girl” logo. If she (or Curt) felt any concern about her clothes drying too soon to ruin the effect, a sprinkler system conveniently switched on and off in short bursts, giving her t-shirt and shorts a fresh dousing in the sunlight.

She must have known he was watching, no?

The boy with the secret wet clothing silifke escort fetish sat in the pool house and continued to enjoy the show. It couldn’t get any better than this, right?

Well, it kind of got better.

After about five minutes, Angela’s right hand popped the metal fastener of her fly out of its slit, and found its way into her soaked shorts.

Curt stared as Angela’s beautiful mounds pressed upward against the cute logo on her long-sleeve tee, the grass tickling her back through her shirt as she played with herself.

“Ah… ah…”

A couple of minutes in, her right knee popped up above the grass, her head swerved from side to side, her eyes lit up, and she came on the lawn, her nipples hardening under her wet t-shirt in the breeze, almost as if they were being licked by the faintly whispered “Succumb!” she now heard in the air.

“Ah!… Ah!…”

For Curt, this entire course of events had been like one giant billboard stating, in big neon letters, “Your seed in here, please.”

Just as Angela’s climax began to ebb, and just as she was about to drift into a pleasant nap with her hand still in her shorts, she heard the glass door of the guest room slide open.

Curt walked over, untied his robe, wiggled Angela’s shorts down to around her thighs, and took her right there on the grass, the satin of his own garment growing wet as it rubbed against her long-sleeve t-shirt and her skin.

Angela stretched her arms out as her translucent white shirt made a smacking sound against her chest.

They gave each other one highly erotic kiss before Curt tilted his head upward and let nature have its way with the female colleague of his who was always so in love with nature.

He thought back to the mixture of fear, shock, and envy he’d felt as he’d watched Greg take Angela on the day of the picnic. Now they’d taken him too, and like the others, he had no choice but to use his blonde classmate’s alluring, presumably ovulating body as a breeding tool.

His eyes became something other than his own.

“Succumb!… she’s been waiting for your seed…”

He heard Menudia both taunt and encourage him as he came hard.

“… so many times, you’ve thought about making love to a girl in soaking wet clothes, just like this… and now…”

After giving Angela enough slippery wetness on the inside to match the slippery wetness on the outside, he slumped over to her left and took a rest next to his female receptacle in the sunlight.

Angela had read Curt to a T (or rather, to a wet T?), and now it was time for her to recuperate, relax on the lawn, and let the process of insemination take its course as her clothes dried against her skin.

*****

Liza didn’t know where Curt was lurking, but she didn’t exactly need to have that information just yet.

Swooping down from the sky, past the row of trees, and scraping the surface the pool with her bare toes, all she knew was that Menudia had told her to put on something that she felt cute and sexy in, fly over to this section of the castle, plop herself down into the empty hot tub, keep her clothes on, and let Curt reveal himself at a moment of his choosing.

Having no power to object, she did as she was told. Well, whatever she’d be up to, it would probably be fun. The girls had all heard about Curt’s wetlook fetish by this time, so… let’s just say she could connect the dots?

The convivial brunette had changed into a cropped, light green “Menudian Girl” t-shirt and a black denim miniskirt. The t-shirt wasn’t so much a cropped tee as a baby tee, the sleeves stopping halfway between her shoulder and her elbow, and the bottom dangling an inch or two above her bellybutton. The graphic was similar to the one that had been on Angela’s t-shirt, except that the castle image was a bit smaller and the text a bit larger (but like Angela’s t-shirt, it pressed nicely against Liza’s nipples).

Yup. As her feet touched down on the lawn under a clear blue sky, she looked good and felt good.

Liza made her way over to the empty concrete hot tub, sat down on the inner step, her shoulders resting only a few inches above the tub’s outer lip, and closed her eyes. She didn’t have much of an expectation as to what was going to happen next.

A loud mechanized sound popped her eyes open, and the bottom of the hot tub began filling up with… well, she would have called it water, except it almost felt too nice to be just water. She couldn’t resist wiggling her feet as the bubbling H2O lapped at her toes.

Little did she know, but Curt, standing inside the pool house again, had witnessed Liza’s arrival, had wandered over to the set of controls embedded in the wall, had figured out what they were for, and had gotten a few ideas.

A part of her felt dimly apprehensive about sitting in a hot tub that was filling up with water while she was still fully dressed in her t-shirt and skirt, but as the water slowly climbed up silivre escort her ankles and thighs, she decided to just stay in place and go with it.

When the rising water began to creep its way toward the front of her black skirt and between her legs… well, it was the silliest thing, but she found herself feeling good. A little too good.

It’s like there was… something in the water?

She rolled her head around and let out a harmless “Mmmm.” But if it rose any further under her skirt… it seemed ridiculous, but she was maybe going to… you know. Did she want to? Was anyone watching? And where the hell was Curt?

Maybe she was imagining things, but she could’ve sworn that the water line was continually rising and falling against her jean skirt, refusing to climb any higher, acting like some sort of liquid, polymorphous hand sliding in and out of her sex.

If she’d known that Curt was at the controls, manipulating the level of water in the hot tub (he was really getting the hang of things), would it have made much difference?

She realized that she was on the doorstep, and that she would either have to hold herself back or give in, and she still wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. When the water trickled its way just a little further under her skirt, and when a jet turned on behind her tailbone, quickly soaking the bottom of her green baby tee and the back of her denim waist, the time for decision-making was gone.

A quiet little gasp escaped her mouth.

Liza’s puppy dog eyes glowed contentedly as she enjoyed a silent, hands-free orgasm in the jacuzzi, a faint “Succumb…” wafting in one ear and out the other in conjunction with the sound of the churning liquid.

It was like she was being massaged on all sides, from the accumulating water which was at last making its way over the top of her skirt and sneakily up her abs, to the rippling jet relaxing her spine, to the bubbles stroking her feet. Once the water finally crept its way up to her neck, her cropped t-shirt began floating against her chest, becoming another pleasant source of stimulation.

With the tub just about full and her brief orgasm over, she heard another mechanized sound, and the water stopped flowing.

Liza rested there in the jacuzzi, surrounded by the warmth, feeling a contradictory mixture of relaxed and energized. Since nobody else was around to object, and since she’d already abandoned any attempt to hold herself back from whatever urges came her way, she let out a gentle stream of pee, then began dozing off a little.

Curt could see she was having a nice time in there — but he wasn’t going to let her rest long. A couple of minutes, tops.

The tub made another clang, and the water level began sinking, the combined noise and movement jolting Liza out of her potential nap as the liquid traveled its way back down her t-shirt, making it stick to her chest once it resumed contact with the open the air. Funny, but the sensation of the draining water felt almost as nice as that of the rising water.

When the surface fell right around to her waist and began teasing the top of her skirt again, she found herself wishing that something would just come along and start stimulating her there really hard. She didn’t even feel like moving her hands to do it herself.

Well, it was Liza’s lucky day.

Out of nowhere, a streamlined jet turned on, apparently originating from the floor of the hot tub, and… it happened to be aimed smack in between Liza’s legs.

“Yeah… Yeah… mmm yeah…”

Liza swished her head from side to side in reaction to the delight that the stream was causing her.

“Mmm-yeah… mmm-yeah… I’m gonna… I’m gonna… mmm-yeah…”

She thought she’d already had her “moment” for the day, but at this point, a second orgasm seemed almost inevitable. She stretched her arms out over the concrete lip of the half-filled tub, her chest pushing her soaked, cropped t-shirt into the gentle breeze, and let the water alter her wide, trusting eyes into that mind-erasing yellow and get her off one more time.

“Succumb!… yesssss, Liza… Succumb!…”

Her feet kicked haphazardly among the bubbles as she jerked and thrashed, unable to keep her reaction discreet (as she had earlier), the pressurized jet massaging her clit with an intensity she’d not experienced before. Still, no matter how much she squirmed, the water managed to remain directly aimed at her pussy lips. Her captive Menudian body thrust itself into the stream as it milked this second hands-free wank as best as it could.

That said, although the sequel was more dramatic, she would have hardly wished to denigrate her first jacuzzi climax, which had had a lithe, subtle charm of its own.

Then the water level sank below her knees, the jet sputtered to a harmless trickle, and she reclined there tranquilly in the empty tub, her cotton ensemble drying in the sun. Having returned to their normal color, her eyes closed shut.

The sound of the glass doors of the pool house sliding open a few minutes later snapped her back to the present. She opened those big round eyes, turned around, and noticed Curt standing on the grass between the house and the hot tub, looking like a prince out of a fairy tale in his white satin robe, seemingly unsure of whether he should approach her or not.

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